This fabulous story is written and read by Sundial. This is part 3 in a multi-part series. You can check out part 1 ‘a mouth and a cunt full of cock’ here. And part 2 ‘just for a moment’ here.
Coffee on the terrace, we had such luck with the weather. All blue skies and wheeling seagulls calling to each other, the smell of the sea at the bottom of the hill wafting to us on the light breeze. It felt summery and warm. And we were silent, just being. I was still reeling, still hot and wet with a dizzying ache of emptiness, of denial teasing inside me. With your nails, you stroked the backs of my fingers where they rested on the table. Ohh, and even that light touch sent electricity coursing through me. I thought I might explode with lust.
I looked at him and he had adopted your typical amusement at my predicament. Again he cocked an eyebrow at me, staring at me out of those bloody gorgeous eyes of his. I looked at you and you positively grinned at me.
Ahh, you know how it is, when you’re thoroughly desperate? It was a catch 22. No matter how much I was trying to get a hold of myself, everything either of you did, was just getting me hotter. Fuu-uck. Even trying to calm myself was triggering me. And those knowing looks you were both giving me. Yeah, you know how it is, of course you do. I had to move. I wriggled in my seat and your grin got even wider.
“Having trouble, love?” And I have to say, I was impressed. No betrayal of the pleasure you were taking in seeing my sexual state, my pure ruttish arousal, came out in your voice.
I got up then. To water the tomatoes. To calm the fuck down. Didn’t bloody work though, did it?
He stood, took the heavy watering can from my hand and followed me down the path to the greenhouse. His shadow fell over me in the morning sun: tall, elongated, covering my shadow completely. Dwarfing me, making me feel his height, making me remember his strength. And this morning, him overpowering me, denying me. Ohh, and the feel of his dick in my throat.
He stood just outside the door and passed me the can. But, before I could take it, his other hand captured my wrist and a wave of pain spread out, thrilling me, reminding of the bruises he’d painted there earlier with his force. He squeezed, knowing full well what he was doing, and I looked up into his eyes. He held them a beat.
“Tempted to make you beg. Again,” he said, his voice low and deep, danger and a smile lurking in his eyes.
Pfff, fuckety-fuck. It was the addition of that extra word that hit me right in the cunt.
I watered the bases of the plants and as I did so, so help me, I imagined you both coming all over me. I imagined being covered in hot spurts of jizz, watching your expressions in that moment of release. And I wanted it so badly right then. I could imagine throwing off my clothes and getting naked in the humid, hot greenhouse. Uhh I could imagine begging you both to just wank over me, to cover me in your jizz, just so I could watch your faces, see that intimate vulnerability, as you both reached your climax. And to feel your cooling spunk dripping down my naked body after.
Later, a walk by the sea. Before we left the house, you invited me in to the bathroom with you. And I began to thrill immediately, my never-ending Sunday wetness getting that bit wetter. At your request, I removed my knickers and bent over, hands on the edge of the bath. You teased my ass with my lubed up butt-plug, pushing it past the initial resistance until the muscles of my ass accepted the bulb of it and sucked it in. The burning sensation of the lube was a cold intrusion of pure pleasure.
“Turn around, and put your foot up,” you said.
I placed a foot on the side of the bath. You stood close to me, fully dressed, your dick pushing at your jeans. I touched you through them and you let me. You let me stroke your dick through the denim until I could feel you pulsing. My fingers strayed to your belt and you slapped them away.
“Not yet,” you said.
Your fingers gliding around the tops of my thighs, through my wetness. You traced them over my labia, slipped a finger into my cunt and curved it to tease my g-spot. Uhh, that tickling, dry, drug-like sensation began right there where you stroked me with your fingertip and it radiated out throughout my core, up into my brain, building behind my dilating eyes. I moaned. You took my pleasure balls, lubed them up.
“Obviously not necessary,” you said, “but I know how you like the burn.”
And you slid-teased them into my pussy, your lubed fingers brushing my clit as you did. The butt plug intrusion became more pronounced with the balls stuffed into me. My whole sex was on fire from the lube. My clit, a burning nub singing louder than the rest. Uhhh.
You pulled my knickers up.
We stop for a drink at a bar on the seafront. Just a regular couple with a friend, enjoying the day. I perch on my stool, feeling my plugs acutely. And you go to fetch drinks for us.
He touches my hand lightly. I raise my eyes to his and he smiles at me, looks around the bar at the other people. And under the table, his feet find one of mine and they closed around my calf, squeezing it. A secret laugh spills out of me before I can stop it, and he looks back at me with amusement dancing in his eyes.
My drink has a paper straw in it, and a cherry on top. Of course it does. You grin at me when you put it down in front of me.
“Sex on the beach,” you say.
He snorts at that, squeezes my calf between his feet. I pluck the cherry from the top of my drink and with you both watching, I suck the liquid from it, not caring who else might see the lasciviousness of my action. He squeezes my calf again and you grin, your eyes following what my lips are now doing to the straw.
And I feel so content sitting here in this bar with you and him, and my cocktail, my cherry and my straw. And of course, my butt plug and my pleasure balls.
Until that is, you pass your phone to him and all at once, I’m buzzing from the inside.
“Beg for me, and I’ll stop it,” he says, his dark eyes fixating me, filling my vision, as the buzzing builds in waves to a fast approaching crescendo.
And with those words, he set the tone for the debauchery that followed, on that particular Sunday evening…
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