It made me push out. Her thighs separated and closed around the projecting tightness of the bathing trunks I was wearing. I squeezed her breasts under the halter—hard! with both hands! I caught one of the nipples between two fingertips and played with it. I traced the aureole of my other breast with my thumb.
She was trembling with excitement now. She pulled one of her hands out of the back of my trunks and reached behind her. She undid the halter. It fell away from my hands and she shrugged it the rest of the way off.
“Kiss them!” she panted. She held out her breasts to me.
Lord! They were lovely! Big and soft and firm and lovely!
I buried my face between them. Their warmth made my ears ring a little. I kissed and licked and even nibbled the deep cleavage between them.
My tongue had the greatest effect. When I ran it up and down from the pulse at the base of Alicia’s neck, through the cleavage to the deep well of her belly button, she moaned and writhed and had to hold onto me to stay on her feet. The hand in my trunks was between the cheeks now, and I was doing my share of writhing too.
Actually, she was trying to push my trunks down. But they kept getting hung up in front on Old Lucifer. When I reached down between us to help her, she misunderstood and my hand was immediately imprisoned in the vise of her clenching thighs.
Talk about hot! Alicia was on the shortest of short fuses! It was catching. Old Lucifer was well primed by now. But Alicia couldn’t wait. She opened her thighs, lowered herself onto my hand, closed her thighs again, wrapped her hump around my fingers, shorts and all, rubbed her clitty up and down a few times, and came. Not once, but in a series of small explosions like a string of firecrackers. My hand was jerked around so violently that it was downright painful. But I didn’t notice the pain too much. Alicia’s orgasm had me beside myself. Still, I was determined to put Old Lucifer in the stable before letting him gallop and shoot.
With my free hand I grabbed the waistband of Alicia’s shorts and started pulling them down. When my fingers became entangled in the red hair covering her mound, and then came in contact with the clitty itself, Alicia went off again—even more violently this time -- repeatedly, as before. Now it was my other hand which took the beating. And all the time her nails were raking my bun and back until the flesh was raw.
I pushed her away forcibly. She was still coming so fast that she didn’t even seem to notice. I tore off my trunks. I stepped into her again. She squealed with delight as she felt my hard, naked cock press against the dripping entrance to her vagina.
She backed up against the trunk of the palm tree. She reached over her head with both hands. She was lucky. There was a low-lying frond within reach. She grabbed it and pulled herself up in the air. The lower part of her body shot forward and she wrapped her legs around my hips.
I stepped into her. Old Lucifer slid in as easy as pie. But once he was there, she did something with the muscles in there and he was gripped nice and tight and the way her inner flesh rippled provided a thrill a second.
Alicia had her hands on my bottom again. I returned the favor, using the grip to move her swinging body the way I wanted it to move. One of her hands was deep between my cheeks now. The other one was tickling my balls. I probed her anus. When she squealed, I strummed her clitty with my other hand. That made her squeal again and she pushed against me so hard I felt the tip of my prick battering the entrance to her womb.
“Harder!” she demanded.
I backed off a little and slammed into her hard.
“Harder!!!”
I put it to her as hard as I could.
“Harder!!!”
“Bitch!” I plunged in so hard my pelvis stung with the shock.
“HARDER!!!”
She was starting to come again as she said it, and for some reason I didn’t stop to figure out, that made me mad. I bit one of her ripe red nipples and that slowed her down a little. But only a little! This time I socked it to her with everything I had and then some.
She screamed. I felt myself starting to come. So did she. Her own orgasm came with a rush that more than matched mine. She let go of the palm frond and grabbed me around the neck. We spun around in circles, climaxing, coming for a long time, overflowing to fertilize the sand, and still more. . . .
Finally we collapsed to the ground together, spent and dizzy. The redhead’s lithe body was covered with perspiration which made her flesh gleam yellow-tan in the moonlight. Her hair was wild in the ocean breeze. Her nipples were still erect and every so often she would squeeze them again and moan.
It had been a long night, and I must have drifted off to sleep. I don’t know how long I dozed, but I do know what woke me up. It was a dream. In this dream, Alicia was licking and sucking my cock and balls while I slept.
But when the dream woke me up, it wasn’t a dream at all. Alicia’s face was buried in my groin and her red hair was fanned out over, my belly. Old Lucifer, shameless and tireless, was standing up and saluting once again.
“Don’t you ever rest?” I asked Alicia.
“Kiss me there!” she panted. “I love it when I’m kissed there.”
Somehow the desire in her voice excited me even more than what she was doing to me. I kissed the spot she indicated. She must have dabbed some perfume there earlier in the evening. The triangle of red curls under my nose was heavy with musk.
I came wide awake and my gusto matched hers as my lips kissed the lips of her vagina, as my tongue strummed her clitty, as my throat worked overtime swallowing the lubricating love-juice of her lust. Meanwhile she was performing like she’d more than earned her Ph.D. in Oral Lovemaking. She seemed to know just where and how and when to bite and lick and suck to maximize the refilling and rehardening of Old Lucifer.
Suddenly Alicia stiffened. Her thigh muscles tightened around my head. She seemed to be trying to swallow as much of the length of Old Lucifer as her mouth and throat could hold. And then her hot, red maw was slapping against my mouth rhythmically, hard, and I knew Alicia was getting it off again. Once, twice, three times—I lost count.
I could have gone with her, but I was having too much fun to want it to end so quickly. I had one of those second-time erections, the kind that are big, and hard, and also easiest to control. Old Lucifer is never as impatient the second time. Now he wanted to probe every corner of her warm, liquid, suckling craw before he filled her throat with the cream he was accumulating.
When this particular series of orgasms was over for Alicia, I swung myself over so that I was on top of her and let Old Lucifer root around her mouth just the way he would have if it had been her vagina. He teased her tongue and tickled her palate and repeatedly threatened her throat. Alicia loved it. She had a counter-move involving lips, tongue, teeth for every trick I put Old Lucifer through.
Passion mounted again. Alicia’s hungering mouth sent signals to her core and soon her panting breasts betrayed that she was once again approaching the verge. This time she’d have company. I too was eager to climax, eager to release my lust into her willing, waiting mouth.
But suddenly her mouth released me. She slid quickly out from under me and got to her feet. Before I could comprehend what she was up to, she had run from our spot beneath the small palm tree to a much taller palm about thirty feet away. I stood up, just beginning to understand.
The soft night air carried the trill of her excited laugh to me. “Remember?” she called. And then she started shinnying up the tree.
How could I forget? “Listen,” I answered. “I’m really pretty tired. Do we have to?”
“Tradition,” Alicia reminded me.