Cliff side

Beau and I loved to walk along the seafront, admiring the scenery, admiring eachother. We held hands always, fingers entwined, as our bodies often ended up after our stroll. I remember one occasion above all others, a memory which leaves me tingling with excitment merely by reminicsing.

The sun had been particularly cruel that day, beating down with a pulsating heat which warmed us both right to the core. By the time we had reached the pier both Beau and I had stripped off to our beach wear, he in loose fitted shorts, topless, and I in a white beaded bikini and wedge shoes.
We stepped off the promenade and onto the warm sand, golden and soft under our toes, and wandered along the edge of the water, playfuly splashing eachother, and giggling. Grabbing me in his arms, Beau swung me around, and lowered his lips to mine. I loved kissing him, his lips were soft and warm, his taste always sexual. I gazed into his eyes and saw love, passion, and as I often did, a cheeky glint of lust, which uncontrollably made me melt.

Pulling away from my face he took my hand again and tugged gently, motioning for me to follow him. I knew instantly what this meant. I followed tentativly, not knowing quite where we were going or exactly what he was planning, but I knew I would not regret whatever it was. He led me up some old wooden steps up the side of cliff, leading right to the top, along a hidden pathway between gorse bushes and long grass, down between to bushes and onto a ledge part way down the cliff. From our vantage point on the ledge we could see all along the beach for miles, but were hidden from anyone walking along the cliff top, and high enough to be unseen from the beach. The ledge was surrounded by gorse bushes on all sides but the front, and was large enough for two people to lie comfortably on the grass. 1

Before I had a chance to speak Beau pulled me once again to his lips and kissed me, much harder this time. This was the way he kissed me when he was feeling horny. Whenever he embraced me like that I instantly became aroused myself. I knew just what to do next. Running my hands down his arms I moved them round to his perfect soft buttocks and pulled his groin against me. Just as I expected he was hard. Slowly, teasingly I ran my hands around to the front and stroked his thighs, deliberatly missing his blatant erection. Taking hold of his shorts, I guided them down and as I did so I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue briefly against his leg, letting my cheek stroke gently against his ever hardening cock. He shivered at my touch.

Softly he whispered, 'please suck me darling'. I didnt need persudaing. I ran my tongue along the underside of his penis before sliding it fully into my mouth. He let out a gasp of pleasure as then entire length of his cock filled my mouth, his balls against my chin and my forhead touching above. I loved sucking him, taking him deep into my throat, cupping his balls with my hands. In and out I let his cock slide between my lips, stopping occasionally to run the tip of my tongue around the ridge of his head. He put his hands on my head, grabbing chunks of my hair and pulled himself deep into my mouth, moaning out load. I moaned to. I loved it when he got rough with me, thrusting his hips so he was fucking my mouth getting, harder and harder. 2

I reached down into my bikini bottoms and ran my fingers across my pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, each move of Beau's cock in my mouth tantilsing me.I found my clit and rubbed it hard. It felt increadble, and I could see Beau watching me, which aroused me further. He tugged at the strings of my bikini top, letting my breasts drop out from their cups, and ran his fingers over them. 3

His voice changed dramatically. 'Get on your back, dirty slut' he barked. I oblidged, and he positioned himself on his knees in front of me, Removing his own shorts first, then tugging off my bikini. 'Dirty slut' he murmered, rubbing his cock enticingly as he admired my naked presence. He began to suck and nibble on my nipples, making them harden and darken. 'Play with yourself' he ordered. I reached back down and began to rub myself, gently at first. This was obviously not good enough as he grabbed my hands away and thrust two of his fingers deep into my dripping wet pussy. 'You're wet bitch' he proclaimed, 'Clean my fingers' and with this order he removed his fingers and stuck them into my mouth. I licked and sucked at his fingers as he, with his other hand, rubbed his rock hard dick against my thighs. Unvoluntarily I widened my legs, praying he would soon take me. But he hadn't told me to do this, and he grabbed my hips and turned me over with such a force I could feel his nails digging into my flesh. He smacked me, hard. 'You will do as you're told whore' he demanded, smacking me again and again. 4

I was praying silently that he would enter me soon, I was aching for him by this point, but I knew if i spoke he would spank me again, and make me wait. I stayed silent, only letting out moans and gasps, as his cock was rubbed against my thighs and buttocks, closer and closer to my ever waiting pussy. Without warning Beau pushed the tip of his cock into my pussy, ever so slightly, opening me, teasing me. 5

'Do you want my cock slut?' he hissed, and I had to reply, 'Yes, baby, yes!'. He pulled away and smacked me hard. 'WHO?' he barked?. 'Master, Master!' I cried, my ass sore from its beating.

Grabbing my hips again he thrusted forward, penetrating me, with no remorse. He pushed his cock harder and harder into my pussy, deeper and deeper until i could feel it smacking against the back wall of my dripping pussy. I could feel it, like it was right up in my stomach. It was esqusite. I moaned and writhed and bucked as he changed the position of his hands from my hips to my shoulders and sped up his rhythm.6

I could feel my orgasm building, and I made what I didn't realise, was a mistake. I cried out to him, telling him I was going to come, at which he pulled out his cock, and pushed me flat on the floor. 7

I moaned. I wanted to come, to orgasm all over his cock. But i needn't have worried. although my orgasm was fading I should have guessed what Beau's plans were.
He flipped me over again onto my back, and spread my legs. He licked his lips as he moved slowly down my stomach and flicked his tongue over my clit. My gosh, how I gasped. 'Now bitch' he proclaimed, ' you are going to sit on my cock, and ride me until you come, let me feel your juices dripping down this thick cock of mine'. He lay down beside me on the grass, and pulled me astride him. Slowly i sat astride him, easing my pussy over his dick, consuming it fully. He pulled my face to his and we kissed. 'Now bounce' he whispered between kisses. I sat up straight, and began to raise and lower myself on his cock. harder, faster. He took hold of my breasts and caressed them as I bounced myself closer and closer to orgasm.8

Finally it was iminant. I clapped my hand over my mouth to stifle my scream as the esquisate sensations ran through my body. Beau smiled. 'mmm..' he moaned 'I can feel it.' He pushed me off him, and grabbed my hair. 'Clean me' he ordered. Again I took his cock in my mouth, expecting only to lick and suck away at my own juices, but as my lips touched the base of his quivering penis I felt his cock begin to throb.9

He moaned deeply as his delicious come filled my mouth. I savoured the flavour, enjoying every drop, as he groaned and writhed agaist my tongue. Once I had swallowed he pulled me away from his dick, and up to his face. He kissed me gently, and stroked my hair.10

The sun continued to beat down, making us tired, especially after our naughty little escapades on the cliff top. I rested my head on his chest and listened to him breathing softly, until we both feel asleep, naked and glistening with the delicious glow of satisfaction.11