YOUNG LOVE
I could feel her fingers as she rubbed her clit and her body stiffened as I gave her every inch of my prick. She started to moan and pulled her fingers away, leaving me free to thrust and as I did, she shuddered into a climax.
Not having fucked her before, I had no idea what she liked to do after she came. Was she someone who liked to carry on, or did she prefer a pause? I guessed the she wanted more, but slowed my thrusting right down. Hedging my bets. Showing a bit of care.
She pushed back into me—making more of each thrust—and I knew this was what she wanted. I picked up the tempo and incredibly, she came again. Cally only ever comes once. Another fabulous experience. A multi-orgasmic woman.
She pulled away and started to pump my rigid prick with both hands before bending over on the rocks, beckoning for me to take her from behind once more.
Orgasm number three hit her within a few thrusts and that pushed me close to my own climax. A cheeky gaze from her eyes and a smile tipped me over the edge and I exploded inside her.
She squeezed in response to each orgasmic jerk of my cock, sucking my come deep into her pussy, and milking me dry.
And with that I withdrew, Anya led me back to where we’d left our clothes.
We dressed, waved goodbye to the couple who’d inspired us, and held hands as we headed away from the beach and back through the gorge.
We’d not talked during the fuck at all, nor afterwards. It was as if we didn’t need to say anything. Our bodies had done the communicating.
But big questions remained as far as I was concerned. And I can’t deny that I was beginning to feel guilty.
So I broke the silence by asking Anya what her original idea was in coming down to the beach—as a four.
“To get naked,” she replied.
I asked if she expected us to have sex.
“Probably,” was her response.
So I asked if she expected us to have sex as two couples or as a four.
“As couples, initially, and then I, we hoped it might develop from there.”
I noticed how the ‘I’ morphed into a ‘we’.
“It was my idea originally. Cally had told me that she’d met this boy with the most heavenly prick. She said it was huge and I just had to see it for myself.”
“Cally’s been talking to people about my dick?” I blurted out.
“Come on,” Anya replied. “A dick like yours is something to shout about.”
And as her words sunk in, my guilt began to ebb away. So, she had been discussing my dick with my tempestuous girlfriend. The penny dropped. It all made sense now. The map reading. Getting lost. The tantrum. Swapping partners for the day.
“It’s OK,” Anya reassured me. “Besides, your cock is an absolute treasure,” she added. “Some men I know might get close to you in terms of length, but they’ve not got your girth. And I don’t know anyone with a cock anywhere near the size of yours who can keep it so hard for so long. It’s not fair to keep it for just one woman. It needs to be enjoyed by others.”
The path left the beach and narrowed as we entered the gorge. It was easier for me to walk first and Anya to follow.
After a while, she continued the explanation about the original plans for sex on the beach.
“Adam has always fancied Cally but felt she was too much of a friend to fuck. I told him to think again. What’s so wrong with fucking a friend? You’ve just done it after all.”
She was right. I had done it. I had crossed that line. And I’d fucking loved it. It was like that porn video I’d once watched only better.
She paused as we worked our way across a particularly awkward boulder. I pulled her up the last few yards.
“And, Chris,” she continued, “the sooner you realise you can’t get all you need sexually from one person the better. Besides, think of all the fun you miss if you don’t have new people to explore your—and their—sexuality with. You could have gone through life without ever having someone deep-throat you. That was your first time, wasn’t it?”
I nodded.
She paused and then asked, “How do you think you’d feel if you saw Cally and Adam together?”
I told her if she had asked me yesterday, I would have thumped him. But now, well, I could see things rather differently.
“You know, they might have even fucked this afternoon.” She paused. “It might sound strange, “Anya continued, “but you love your partner so much more in an open relationship. Believe me. And the sex you have with them is so much more intense.”
“Sex is more than just making love to one person. The ancient Greeks knew that. Aphrodite knew it.”
We sat next to each other on a rock, looking down the gorge we had just climbed. Anya took out her last can of Mythos and raised it above her head.
“And I bet those two oldies on the beach know it too,” she said as she pulled the ring and took a swig. “What’s the betting that they’ll show their porn film clips to some special friends of theirs and enjoy one heck of an orgy afterwards?”
After draining the last of her Mythos, Anya asked if I was OK.
I admitted I was thinking about Cally and wondering if she’d be upset about our fuck.
Cally turned to face me, looking me straight in the eye.
“You know the centrepiece of Cally’s tattoo is a pineapple,” she said.
I asked why she mentioned this now, to which she just smiled and said, “Google it.”
The End
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