She lay there, her crotch soaked, under delicious attack from front and rear. She could push and feel his thumb start to penetrate her ass, then relax to try and draw him in. But she wanted to push too, against the pleasure pressure against her clit. She was close, moving just a bit, his lower arm actually pressing hard against her thigh to keep her from moving too much. She squeezed his hand again, suckling on his arm. The warmth was spreading and she could feel the heat in her ears, her chest. It started slowly, an almost numbness starting at her core, expanding outward, her breathing halted as her body concentrated on more important things. Her nails dug into his palm and yet his fingers still moved, the numbness overpowering her, the tension building, almost unbearable. She started to open her mouth but found his hand quickly covering it, and he hushed into her ear. That’s what did it, that delicious tickling in her ear, and the tension peaked, her body stiff, her breathing forgotten temporarily. Then the unbelievably pleasurable clenching started, the tension started to melt away, and she could feel the pulsing, the release, her vagina quivering, her body trembling, as she felt waves of pleasure rush through her body. As the intensity faded, replaced by a powerful undercurrent of warmth, love, and comfort, she realized that she was still tensing her hips. Relaxing, she visibly drooped as she allowed herself to return to the present.
Breathing carefully, she turned her head, smiling, and murmured it’s your turn. She got no argument. He carefully, gently pulled down the front of his shorts, precum already sticky, his cock rock hard from feeling her cum in a crowded beach. He slid between her thighs and then tried to push the head up into her. The wetness, the angle, and his need combined to make it virtually impossible for him to penetrate her. She reached down and guided him, and he immediately dropped in, the wetness incredible, the heat just so powerful. But he couldn’t penetrate her enough and kept dropping out, the angles working against the two of them. She reach down and actually moved her cunt a little away from him. Then, her fingers gripping him hard, she started pushing him into her. Oh my god, he murmured, are you sure? She answered the only way she could – his cock penetrated the initial ring of muscle of her ass, and he could feel the immense tightness, the pressure. He reached down and wet himself as best as he could, and then started to push in. Amazingly, he slid in rather easily: this time, the angles helping rather than hindering them. He buried himself and could feel her body pulsating around his cock.
She lay there, her ass open for him, his cock deep inside of her. She would clench involuntarily sometimes, but pushed to let him as far in as he wanted. He moved a bit, but she could tell he was really hard and already quite close. She held his hand with both of hers, looking like a contented woman going to sleep on her side. The occasional flashes of light, the bangs, they reminded her that she was on the beach, but with the darkness came anonymity. She felt like they were alone on the beach, making love, and she reveled in that feeling. Her ass was the natural choice, she wanted him there, and he was so awkward trying to reach her front from such a terrible angle. But as she felt him move a bit, she smiled. This is the way it was meant to be.