Fan Fiction ❯ Beach Fun ❯ Beach Fun ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: NCkitty17 
Betrys went to the beach to relax and tan, perhaps to pick up a guy. Shane was going to go jogging, but found Betrys. It's a rendezvous for this couple on the sand of a beach along the coastline of California. Hentai. Beware.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.17.2004 | Updated On: 11.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Betrys went to the beach to relax and tan, perhaps to pick up a guy. Shane was going to go jogging, but found Betrys. It's a rendezvous for this couple on the sand of a beach along the coastline of California. Hentai. Beware.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.17.2004 | Updated On: 11.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
So here's a hentai fic to relieve you guys. >>; Read it, but beware. It's hentai. So if you get squirmy about these things, don't read it. Anyway, read on! Review, too, please!
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It was early in the morning, the sun having just started to peek over the horizon, casting it's bright rays across the waters and waves of the Pacific Ocean.
Betrys walked along the beach, her bare feet in the cold seawater, a large fluffy towel in her arms and a beach tote slung over one shoulder.
She gazed out over the expanse of sand, grinning slightly to herself and pumping a mental fist into the air at the sight--or rather lack thereof--of people on the beach. After all, who came to the beach at six in the morning?
Leaving the water for dryer land, Betrys dropped her tote onto the sand and flung out her towel, letting it settle onto the ground. After doing so, she dropped her scantily clad butt onto it and fished into her tote for her CD player. Pulling it out, she stuck in her earpieces, turned it on and rock music greeted her ears.
After doing this, she contemplated whether or not to apply the tanning lotion. The sun wasn't fully up yet, so she figured it would be a waste to use it now if it was just going to wear off in a couple of hours. She'd apply it later, she told herself.
Lying back down onto her back, she slipped on sunglasses and closed her eyes.
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Pulling his jeep over onto a shoulder in the road, Shane parked his car and got out. He looked at the watch on his dashboard, noted the time--six fifteen--and pulled his shirt over his head.
At the same time, an old woman happened to be taking her morning walk. Passing by, her eyes nearly bugged out at the sight of a young man's bare chest.
My, how the days could seem younger with a dreamy man's body, she thought faintly before continuing her walk and sending a brief smile to the half-clothed male.
Shane chuckled slightly, his aquamarine eyes sparkling as his full lips pulled back in a smile. Clad only in basketball shorts that could be worn as swim trunks, Shane tossed his shirt into the car, made sure his keys were in his pocket, and headed towards the beach for his morning jog.
As he crossed onto the sand, he was met with a riveting sight that made him backtrack a few steps.
Spread on the sand--although he saw this a lot at the beach--was a gorgeous (no, scratch that, he meant drop dead beautiful) woman on a towel. She was wearing a pale green string bikini top that had mini triangles covering her nipples, and that was pretty much all it covered, along with--what he was pretty sure was--a g-string matching bottom that delved itself into the most passionate nooks and crannies of a woman's body.
Oh what jealousy men felt of that skanky scrap of cloth.
Shane noticed that the woman had lifted and shifted her head towards his direction, a mass of russet-colored shiny curls tumbled after the movement. A small smile played at the corner of her cherry-colored lips. Sitting up, she bent over a beach bag in search of something--and Shane waited with bated breath to see if a perfectly shaped nipple would slip from its bitter confines.
Apparently the enticing womans' nipples would need help getting out of that... oh-so constraining mechanism deemed a bikini top.
Snickering mentally, Shane crossed over and crouched on his feet just as she produced a bottle of suntan lotion from her bag.
Arching an eyebrow, Betrys slipped her sunglasses off and tucked them into her tote before looking at the man that had just sat down next to her towel.
"Nice morning isn't it?" the man asked her as she slipped off her earpieces and turned off her music, slipping the CD player into the tote. He looked over at her, his green-blue eyes meeting her emerald ones before they slid down to rest boldly on the mounds of her 36D breasts. The smirk that played on his lips made her feel like a bimbo with a good body and a small--if not nonexistent--brain. It was like he was trying to get a rise out of her.
Little did he know she had a bit of an exhibitionist inside of her, as well as intelligence.
Licking her lips slowly, Betrys turned innocent eyes on the hott man next to her.
"Why yes, yes it is."
She was aware that her husky full voice caught him off guard. He'd probably been expecting a high-pitched whiny nasally voice.
Rolling her eyes, she held out the suntan lotion bottle, as well as her name. "My name's Betrys. Would you mind giving me a rubdown?"
Pretty aquamarine eyes flickered briefly over her entire body before a grin spread itself across his face.
"Why... it would be entirely all my... pleasure." The last word came out emphasized with a wiggle of his eyebrows that pulled a laugh from Betrys. "My friends call me Shane."
"Oh? As opposed to...?" Betrys let the question hang in the air.
"As opposed to my mother who calls me Shane Brandon Boan, when she's pissed off at me." He smiled cheekily at her while Betrys studied him for a couple seconds before the corners of her lips turned up as well.
He wasn't that bad, she thought. Had a sense of humor, knew how not to get a girl on edge with the possibility of rapist and/or arrogance, and he was hott to boot. He had to be at least 5'10", although that judgement could be incorrect, considering she'd been lying on the sand when she'd seen him.
However, the rest of Shane's body was quite the eye-candy. He had broad shoulders, which Betrys guessed got filled out from playing football, that tapered to lean hips and muscled legs. He had a washboard flat stomach that rippled with the outline of toned abs, even without flexing. His face was rugged with a slight shadow of stubble and he had a mouth that was full and sensual, to say the least. His eyes were the most striking color, as well.
Nearly purring with approval, Betrys turned onto her stomach. She turned her head and saw him just as he straddled her butt--and saw him nod and grin with approval at the sight of her bare butt cheeks.
"So be a pal and get that tanning gunk on me. I don't want to turn out bright red tomorrow in my classes." Beaming at him, she closed her eyes and waited for his hands to start rubbing in the lotion.
Shane opened the bottle and squeezed some lotion out before addressing her order. "Yes ma'am! I'll be right on that in a second."
His eyes swept down her form, taking in every curve and beauty mark. This woman's body was a work of art. She had to be at the most 5'6", had oversized breasts, which he did not mind in the least, with a small waist that flared out enchantingly at her hips. Well-shaped legs led up to a perky and well-shaped ass--which he was sitting on currently, and quite comfortably.
The first stirrings of an erection reminded him to stop looking and start rubbing--too bad he couldn't rub himself before he rubbed her. With almost a leer, he set about working the lotion into her petal-smooth skin.
Starting at the base of her neck he applied the lotion, working his way down her slim back, following the column of her spine. He massaged the lotion into her shoulders and worked down her arms, his fingers gliding over her skin. Shane worked the suntan lotion onto her waist, teasing his fingertips around her waist and gliding back up towards the sides of her breasts where the material of her bikini top didn't cover.
A whispered moan left her lips and Shane grinned. He got off her butt and moved down her legs, sitting next to her form, working lotion onto her ass. He took his time as he palmed her ass cheeks, his cock getting harder as her moans got louder. Sweeping the lotion down the backs of her calves, he worked up her thighs and let his hands dally along her inner thighs, caressing the smooth skin there. It wasn't his fault that a finger slipped into the tight confines of Betrys' bikini bottom and teased the outer lips of her pussy. He watched amusedly as she squirmed beneath his touch, and nearly snickered when she whimpered when he took his hand away.
Slapping a buttcheek, Shane said, "Flip over."
"Wait." Her eyelids fluttered open as she looked towards him. "I was thinking... I'm not sure if I want to have a bikini bottom tanline..." Her smile curved up in a provocative manner.
Quickly, Shane scanned the beach. There were only a few people out this early in the morning, and they were all too far to see or hear anything anyway--seeing as how they were little specks in the distance.
Grinning devilishly, Shane flipped her over onto her back. "Sure, I can understand. No tanlines. Great." Saying this, his fingers snaked under the elastic of her g-string. "Arch up for me, baby," he said with a husky tone.
The feelings of desire coursed through Betrys at those words. She did as he said and wanted to explode when he slipped off her pastel green bottoms, his eyes intent on her pussy.
Carelessly tossing the scanty garment into the open tote, Shane stood up and knudged her right knee open with a foot. Understanding his action, Betrys spread her legs wide, her pussy lips mirroring the action, giving him a peek at her most private parts. She saw his eyes darken to a blue shade.
Shane stepped between her legs and sat down, dribbling lotion onto her breasts and stomach as he reverted his attention to the task at hand. His hands skimmed over and around her breasts, circling them with the lotion. He saw through the thin material of her top that her nipples had hardened incredibly. Bending over her with both hands on either side of her ribcage, his tongue just barely slid over one nipple and then its twin. Betrys gasped at the reaction he caused and arched herself towards his mouth.
He took a nipple into his mouth, saliva wetting the bikini. As he suckled, his hands slid behind her back to undo the strings at the base of her neck and around her ribcage. When it came undone, he lifted his head to see her eyes closed and her mouth open, panting. He tossed the top into the tote and looked back down at her. His hands finished rubbing the rest of the lotion onto her stomach and legs and he straddled her hips when he was done.
Her eyes opened as his weight shifted on top of her--welcome and... titillating. His fingertips swirled around each nipple as he leaned over to kiss her fully on the mouth. Her tongue entered his mouth with a fierce need as she brought her arms up around his neck. Breasts crushed against his chest as his hands slid up into her hair.
They probed each other's mouths, his tongue caressing hers and teasing it. Betrys' breath quickened as she felt desire pool in her loins. She could feel her clit throbbing--damn, but she could practically HEAR it.
Betrys wrapped her legs around Shane's waist and ground her pussy over his cock, moaning as she got a temporary fulfillment with the brief touch upon her nub of pleasure.
Smiling gently, Shane pulled away and slid down her form, suckling each breast as he went down. His tongue slid into her belly button and nibbled the tender flesh there as he resumed his way down.
"Oh Goodd... oh yesss... Shane! ...Ohhhh.... Go dow--OH! GOD!!" Incoherent words spilled from Betrys' bruised lips as she spread her legs wider.
Shane slid his palms beneath her ass, lifting her bottom up. With a grin, he licked her creaming slit.
"Hot, aren't you, Betrys? Just look at you, spreading your legs for me. God, you're so wet... And look at this. You're making a mess of your towel, you little slut." His words just made her squirm more at his touch, her heart pounding faster at the truth of his words and the inevitable of what was to come--no pun intended.
With her legs thrown over his shoulders, Betrys' hands clenched into fists in the sand as Shane pushed his face into her pussy. He slid a tongue up and along her crotch, swirling his tongue along the way. When he reached her clit, he inhaled through his nose, the scent of her pussy driving his cock wild. Holding on for a few more minutes, he promised her a good blow.
"Oh GOD, yes. Give it to me... Oh...! EAT ME!" A seagull that was close enough to hear them, took flight abruptly at the shrill sound, squaking at the noise they created. Broken, half-finished comments were screamed with great intensity as Betrys began the ascent towards her climax.
His lips nibbled gently on her nub, his teeth grazing her just barely. When her muscles tensed underneath his hands, he slid his tongue completely over her clit, sucking it into his mouth. The reaction was almost instant as Betrys came into his mouth. She screamed with passion as she cummed, and was allowed only a moments reprieve before he started sucking hard on her nub again. She was brought quickly back to the edges as she gyrated her crotch onto his face as he pushed his tongue into her hole, delving deep and swirling his tongue within her. Using a moist finger, he flicked and rubbed over her clitoris at the same time and she cummed again--loudly, might he add.
Sitting back up, Shane slid his finger into Betrys' open mouth and let her suck off the rest of her pussy juices.
Grinning at her, he stood up, his penis erect in his trunks, tenting it. He instructed her to face the other direction and to bend over. As she did so, he stripped off his trunks and stood behind her. Fingering her clit, he slid into her from behind and groaned loudly. This was what HE needed. A tight hot pussy clenching his cock was just the thing for him. Her wet slippery pussy clasped his cock like a glove and as he rammed into her, slid back out, and rammed into her again. He reveled in the sounds they made as their flesh slapped against one another. In the midst of his moans, and her own, he was barely aware of another figure stalking down the beach.
Only slightly worried that it would be some kind of beach patroller, he cummed at that thought, moaning loudly at the same time as Betrys. Sliding out of her dripping vagina, Shane grabbed her by the wrist and ran towards the waves.
Laughing, he brought her into the ocean with him, letting her cling to his chest as she was still disoriented.
Betrys looked up at Shane as if he were crazy. Her legs had been jell-o, him holding her up, and he goes and drags her to the other side of the beach for a dip in the ocean. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stared at him incredulously, albeit a bit lustily. Deciding to "punish" him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and slid teasingly over his half-hard crotch. She laughed at the sharp intake of breath and smiled coyly at him.
His hands settled under her buttocks as he took them deeper into the ocean, standing then at almost armpit level. Betrys rested her head on top of his shoulder.
She nuzzled his neck and moved her lips to his ear. "So, why the quickie and then the sudden swim?" Nibbling on his earlobe, then sucking on it, she waited for an answer.
His voice was unstead as he replied. "I saw someone coming towards us."
"Ahh...Oohhh" Her comment quickly turned into a moan because Shane had readjusted his cock and slipped it into her sheath. With her legs clenched tightly about him, she set the motion for... the ocean, cornily enough.
And that was how Shane's older brother--and jogging partner--found them. Humping each other madly in the ocean waters.
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It was early in the morning, the sun having just started to peek over the horizon, casting it's bright rays across the waters and waves of the Pacific Ocean.
Betrys walked along the beach, her bare feet in the cold seawater, a large fluffy towel in her arms and a beach tote slung over one shoulder.
She gazed out over the expanse of sand, grinning slightly to herself and pumping a mental fist into the air at the sight--or rather lack thereof--of people on the beach. After all, who came to the beach at six in the morning?
Leaving the water for dryer land, Betrys dropped her tote onto the sand and flung out her towel, letting it settle onto the ground. After doing so, she dropped her scantily clad butt onto it and fished into her tote for her CD player. Pulling it out, she stuck in her earpieces, turned it on and rock music greeted her ears.
After doing this, she contemplated whether or not to apply the tanning lotion. The sun wasn't fully up yet, so she figured it would be a waste to use it now if it was just going to wear off in a couple of hours. She'd apply it later, she told herself.
Lying back down onto her back, she slipped on sunglasses and closed her eyes.
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Pulling his jeep over onto a shoulder in the road, Shane parked his car and got out. He looked at the watch on his dashboard, noted the time--six fifteen--and pulled his shirt over his head.
At the same time, an old woman happened to be taking her morning walk. Passing by, her eyes nearly bugged out at the sight of a young man's bare chest.
My, how the days could seem younger with a dreamy man's body, she thought faintly before continuing her walk and sending a brief smile to the half-clothed male.
Shane chuckled slightly, his aquamarine eyes sparkling as his full lips pulled back in a smile. Clad only in basketball shorts that could be worn as swim trunks, Shane tossed his shirt into the car, made sure his keys were in his pocket, and headed towards the beach for his morning jog.
As he crossed onto the sand, he was met with a riveting sight that made him backtrack a few steps.
Spread on the sand--although he saw this a lot at the beach--was a gorgeous (no, scratch that, he meant drop dead beautiful) woman on a towel. She was wearing a pale green string bikini top that had mini triangles covering her nipples, and that was pretty much all it covered, along with--what he was pretty sure was--a g-string matching bottom that delved itself into the most passionate nooks and crannies of a woman's body.
Oh what jealousy men felt of that skanky scrap of cloth.
Shane noticed that the woman had lifted and shifted her head towards his direction, a mass of russet-colored shiny curls tumbled after the movement. A small smile played at the corner of her cherry-colored lips. Sitting up, she bent over a beach bag in search of something--and Shane waited with bated breath to see if a perfectly shaped nipple would slip from its bitter confines.
Apparently the enticing womans' nipples would need help getting out of that... oh-so constraining mechanism deemed a bikini top.
Snickering mentally, Shane crossed over and crouched on his feet just as she produced a bottle of suntan lotion from her bag.
Arching an eyebrow, Betrys slipped her sunglasses off and tucked them into her tote before looking at the man that had just sat down next to her towel.
"Nice morning isn't it?" the man asked her as she slipped off her earpieces and turned off her music, slipping the CD player into the tote. He looked over at her, his green-blue eyes meeting her emerald ones before they slid down to rest boldly on the mounds of her 36D breasts. The smirk that played on his lips made her feel like a bimbo with a good body and a small--if not nonexistent--brain. It was like he was trying to get a rise out of her.
Little did he know she had a bit of an exhibitionist inside of her, as well as intelligence.
Licking her lips slowly, Betrys turned innocent eyes on the hott man next to her.
"Why yes, yes it is."
She was aware that her husky full voice caught him off guard. He'd probably been expecting a high-pitched whiny nasally voice.
Rolling her eyes, she held out the suntan lotion bottle, as well as her name. "My name's Betrys. Would you mind giving me a rubdown?"
Pretty aquamarine eyes flickered briefly over her entire body before a grin spread itself across his face.
"Why... it would be entirely all my... pleasure." The last word came out emphasized with a wiggle of his eyebrows that pulled a laugh from Betrys. "My friends call me Shane."
"Oh? As opposed to...?" Betrys let the question hang in the air.
"As opposed to my mother who calls me Shane Brandon Boan, when she's pissed off at me." He smiled cheekily at her while Betrys studied him for a couple seconds before the corners of her lips turned up as well.
He wasn't that bad, she thought. Had a sense of humor, knew how not to get a girl on edge with the possibility of rapist and/or arrogance, and he was hott to boot. He had to be at least 5'10", although that judgement could be incorrect, considering she'd been lying on the sand when she'd seen him.
However, the rest of Shane's body was quite the eye-candy. He had broad shoulders, which Betrys guessed got filled out from playing football, that tapered to lean hips and muscled legs. He had a washboard flat stomach that rippled with the outline of toned abs, even without flexing. His face was rugged with a slight shadow of stubble and he had a mouth that was full and sensual, to say the least. His eyes were the most striking color, as well.
Nearly purring with approval, Betrys turned onto her stomach. She turned her head and saw him just as he straddled her butt--and saw him nod and grin with approval at the sight of her bare butt cheeks.
"So be a pal and get that tanning gunk on me. I don't want to turn out bright red tomorrow in my classes." Beaming at him, she closed her eyes and waited for his hands to start rubbing in the lotion.
Shane opened the bottle and squeezed some lotion out before addressing her order. "Yes ma'am! I'll be right on that in a second."
His eyes swept down her form, taking in every curve and beauty mark. This woman's body was a work of art. She had to be at the most 5'6", had oversized breasts, which he did not mind in the least, with a small waist that flared out enchantingly at her hips. Well-shaped legs led up to a perky and well-shaped ass--which he was sitting on currently, and quite comfortably.
The first stirrings of an erection reminded him to stop looking and start rubbing--too bad he couldn't rub himself before he rubbed her. With almost a leer, he set about working the lotion into her petal-smooth skin.
Starting at the base of her neck he applied the lotion, working his way down her slim back, following the column of her spine. He massaged the lotion into her shoulders and worked down her arms, his fingers gliding over her skin. Shane worked the suntan lotion onto her waist, teasing his fingertips around her waist and gliding back up towards the sides of her breasts where the material of her bikini top didn't cover.
A whispered moan left her lips and Shane grinned. He got off her butt and moved down her legs, sitting next to her form, working lotion onto her ass. He took his time as he palmed her ass cheeks, his cock getting harder as her moans got louder. Sweeping the lotion down the backs of her calves, he worked up her thighs and let his hands dally along her inner thighs, caressing the smooth skin there. It wasn't his fault that a finger slipped into the tight confines of Betrys' bikini bottom and teased the outer lips of her pussy. He watched amusedly as she squirmed beneath his touch, and nearly snickered when she whimpered when he took his hand away.
Slapping a buttcheek, Shane said, "Flip over."
"Wait." Her eyelids fluttered open as she looked towards him. "I was thinking... I'm not sure if I want to have a bikini bottom tanline..." Her smile curved up in a provocative manner.
Quickly, Shane scanned the beach. There were only a few people out this early in the morning, and they were all too far to see or hear anything anyway--seeing as how they were little specks in the distance.
Grinning devilishly, Shane flipped her over onto her back. "Sure, I can understand. No tanlines. Great." Saying this, his fingers snaked under the elastic of her g-string. "Arch up for me, baby," he said with a husky tone.
The feelings of desire coursed through Betrys at those words. She did as he said and wanted to explode when he slipped off her pastel green bottoms, his eyes intent on her pussy.
Carelessly tossing the scanty garment into the open tote, Shane stood up and knudged her right knee open with a foot. Understanding his action, Betrys spread her legs wide, her pussy lips mirroring the action, giving him a peek at her most private parts. She saw his eyes darken to a blue shade.
Shane stepped between her legs and sat down, dribbling lotion onto her breasts and stomach as he reverted his attention to the task at hand. His hands skimmed over and around her breasts, circling them with the lotion. He saw through the thin material of her top that her nipples had hardened incredibly. Bending over her with both hands on either side of her ribcage, his tongue just barely slid over one nipple and then its twin. Betrys gasped at the reaction he caused and arched herself towards his mouth.
He took a nipple into his mouth, saliva wetting the bikini. As he suckled, his hands slid behind her back to undo the strings at the base of her neck and around her ribcage. When it came undone, he lifted his head to see her eyes closed and her mouth open, panting. He tossed the top into the tote and looked back down at her. His hands finished rubbing the rest of the lotion onto her stomach and legs and he straddled her hips when he was done.
Her eyes opened as his weight shifted on top of her--welcome and... titillating. His fingertips swirled around each nipple as he leaned over to kiss her fully on the mouth. Her tongue entered his mouth with a fierce need as she brought her arms up around his neck. Breasts crushed against his chest as his hands slid up into her hair.
They probed each other's mouths, his tongue caressing hers and teasing it. Betrys' breath quickened as she felt desire pool in her loins. She could feel her clit throbbing--damn, but she could practically HEAR it.
Betrys wrapped her legs around Shane's waist and ground her pussy over his cock, moaning as she got a temporary fulfillment with the brief touch upon her nub of pleasure.
Smiling gently, Shane pulled away and slid down her form, suckling each breast as he went down. His tongue slid into her belly button and nibbled the tender flesh there as he resumed his way down.
"Oh Goodd... oh yesss... Shane! ...Ohhhh.... Go dow--OH! GOD!!" Incoherent words spilled from Betrys' bruised lips as she spread her legs wider.
Shane slid his palms beneath her ass, lifting her bottom up. With a grin, he licked her creaming slit.
"Hot, aren't you, Betrys? Just look at you, spreading your legs for me. God, you're so wet... And look at this. You're making a mess of your towel, you little slut." His words just made her squirm more at his touch, her heart pounding faster at the truth of his words and the inevitable of what was to come--no pun intended.
With her legs thrown over his shoulders, Betrys' hands clenched into fists in the sand as Shane pushed his face into her pussy. He slid a tongue up and along her crotch, swirling his tongue along the way. When he reached her clit, he inhaled through his nose, the scent of her pussy driving his cock wild. Holding on for a few more minutes, he promised her a good blow.
"Oh GOD, yes. Give it to me... Oh...! EAT ME!" A seagull that was close enough to hear them, took flight abruptly at the shrill sound, squaking at the noise they created. Broken, half-finished comments were screamed with great intensity as Betrys began the ascent towards her climax.
His lips nibbled gently on her nub, his teeth grazing her just barely. When her muscles tensed underneath his hands, he slid his tongue completely over her clit, sucking it into his mouth. The reaction was almost instant as Betrys came into his mouth. She screamed with passion as she cummed, and was allowed only a moments reprieve before he started sucking hard on her nub again. She was brought quickly back to the edges as she gyrated her crotch onto his face as he pushed his tongue into her hole, delving deep and swirling his tongue within her. Using a moist finger, he flicked and rubbed over her clitoris at the same time and she cummed again--loudly, might he add.
Sitting back up, Shane slid his finger into Betrys' open mouth and let her suck off the rest of her pussy juices.
Grinning at her, he stood up, his penis erect in his trunks, tenting it. He instructed her to face the other direction and to bend over. As she did so, he stripped off his trunks and stood behind her. Fingering her clit, he slid into her from behind and groaned loudly. This was what HE needed. A tight hot pussy clenching his cock was just the thing for him. Her wet slippery pussy clasped his cock like a glove and as he rammed into her, slid back out, and rammed into her again. He reveled in the sounds they made as their flesh slapped against one another. In the midst of his moans, and her own, he was barely aware of another figure stalking down the beach.
Only slightly worried that it would be some kind of beach patroller, he cummed at that thought, moaning loudly at the same time as Betrys. Sliding out of her dripping vagina, Shane grabbed her by the wrist and ran towards the waves.
Laughing, he brought her into the ocean with him, letting her cling to his chest as she was still disoriented.
Betrys looked up at Shane as if he were crazy. Her legs had been jell-o, him holding her up, and he goes and drags her to the other side of the beach for a dip in the ocean. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stared at him incredulously, albeit a bit lustily. Deciding to "punish" him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and slid teasingly over his half-hard crotch. She laughed at the sharp intake of breath and smiled coyly at him.
His hands settled under her buttocks as he took them deeper into the ocean, standing then at almost armpit level. Betrys rested her head on top of his shoulder.
She nuzzled his neck and moved her lips to his ear. "So, why the quickie and then the sudden swim?" Nibbling on his earlobe, then sucking on it, she waited for an answer.
His voice was unstead as he replied. "I saw someone coming towards us."
"Ahh...Oohhh" Her comment quickly turned into a moan because Shane had readjusted his cock and slipped it into her sheath. With her legs clenched tightly about him, she set the motion for... the ocean, cornily enough.
And that was how Shane's older brother--and jogging partner--found them. Humping each other madly in the ocean waters.
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