Era Erotica Ch 15

Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Chapter Fifteen: I Know Places

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: MF, Cons, Massage, Oral, Public, Titty-fuck

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2018

The sun shone brightly as Cole stretched in his longue chair. Salt air filled his nostrils as he listened to the sound of ocean waves lapping against the sailboat.

Their sailboat.

Taylor sat across the deck from him, working on her already tan body. Nude of course. They had taken the boat out for the day, far from the prying eyes of any people or paparazzi. It was just another perfect day on their Caribbean vacation. After their sex-fueled road trip across the country, they had taken Taylor's private jet from LA to the island nation of Turks and Caicos. It had been nothing but white sandy beaches, crystal clear water, bright sunny days, all the alcoholic beverages you could ask for and, of course, sex. Starting out strong on the plane, they had added another notch to their Mile-High Club belt. Landing on the island only led to more erotic adventures in the hotel suite, private cabanas, and even one night on the beach itself. Even so, Cole found his gaze lingering, transfixed by the imagine of his naked blonde sunbathing songstress. His cock began to grow, inching down his thigh, easily noticeable as he was naked himself.

"You know..." Cole said, removing his sunglasses to look at Taylor and then at the amazingly blue ocean surrounding them. "There isn't a soul around for miles."

"Is that so?" Taylor asked, cracking one eye open. Her gaze was immediately drawn to his stiff mast now standing upright in the gentle ocean breeze.

"You could be as loud as you wanted and no one would hear a sound." Cole said innocently.

Taylor didn't say anything, instead placing a thick black plastic straw between her glossy pink lips as she took a long slow slurp from her pitcher of lime green margarita. Placing the hefty jug down, she fixed Cole with a hungry gaze, her eyes the same color as the ocean behind her.

She said, "Hmmmm. Perhaps we should take advantage of the situation."

"Perhaps we should." Cole said, standing up and walking across the deck towards her, slowly but confidently, his one-eyed snake swaying in front of him.

He leaned down to kiss her, tasting the sting of tequila as he wormed his tongue into her mouth and hers slithered into his. One hand held her face, cradling it tightly as they locked lips. His other hand trailed lightly along her impossibly long, impossibly smooth, impossibly tanned leg. He started on a toned calf, his fingertips brushing her soft skin as he slid upwards along her ample thigh, inching ever closer to her most sensitive of regions. She slapped his hand away just as he was to feel her velvety twat.

"I think I could do with a little rub down first. Massage me?" She indicated a large bottle of oil on the side table.

Her fingers just ever so lightly grazed his flopping member as she gestured lazily. The light touch made his dick swell another inch, heart pound and teeth clench.

"Anything for you Swift." Said Cole as she fitted him with her most alluring of looks, taking immense pleasure in teasing him so.

She rolled over onto her back, the longue chair completely horizontal. Cole's eyes moved from the tips of her toes to the golden mane on her head, taking in every inch of her beauty. However, his eyes were drawn to her rump. What she lacked in size, she made up for in perkiness and bubbliness. And boy was it tight. Taylor was still killing it at the gym, and not a day went by where she wasn't doing her squats. Eager to touch the goddess laid out in front of him, he grabbed the bottle and squirted the oily liquid onto his hands. Rubbing his palms together, he reached down to her slender shoulders, as she pulled her hair to the side. Her skin was flawless. Hell, even her back was sexy. Placing his palms on each shoulder, he pressed his fingers deep into her flesh, feeling the hard muscles gathered there. Kneading her shoulders, he began to work his fingers in deeper, hearing rumbles of contentment emanating from her. He dug in deeper, feeling anxiety and stress dissipate around his powerful fingers as continued his search for any source of tension.

"Mhhmmm...that's nice..." Taylor whispered quietly, eyes closed.

As he finished with her shoulders, he gradually moved lower down her body, rubbing along her spine and settling onto her lower back. Squirting more oil as needed, he was stiff as a board as his hands massaged, straying ever closer to both perky buttcheeks. He wanted nothing more than to take his face and stuff it between them. Precum slowly dripped out of his rigid member onto the boat deck as he worked her over, massaging every inch of smooth skin.

"Don't forget my legs." Taylor said, throwing him another tantalizing look.

"Who could?"

With immense willpower he moved past her tight little tushy and onto her magnificent legs. He took a flawless calf muscle into his hands, rubbing it as he gazed slacked-jawed at the popstar sprawled out before him. Bending her knee so her leg was high up in the air, Cole gave the sole of her foot a gentle kiss. He worked up one leg and down the other, not missing a single square inch of tanned flesh.

"Now that I think about it, my glutes are feeling a little tender." Taylor said, feigned innocence dripping from her voice.

Cole greedily slapped a meaty palm on each of cheek, squeezing tight and jiggling them so he could watch them shake. He'd certainly seen her shaking it enough on stage, but there was no view better than this. He oiled and rubbed her ass until it gleamed, reflecting the light from the intense Caribbean sun. Then he spread those cheeks apart, bringing her round butthole into view. Cole couldn't hold himself back any longer, he bent down, putting his face in-between those oiled cheeks and thrust his tongue into her most forbidden of orifices. Her reaction was swift. She gasped, head spinning as she stared at him while he snaked his tongue right up her bunghole.

"I think I can get behind this kind of massage..." She said, shuddering at the feeling of a tongue stuck between her two buttcheeks.

Cole came up for a breath, slick oil shining on both of his cheeks. "Actually, I think I am one getting some behind."

Taylor rolled her blue eyes, placed a hand on his dark head and pushed him back down to service her backside. Cole pulled her cheeks far apart again as he flicked his tongue around the dark outer ring before taking the tip and forcing it inside, tasting the salty sweat gathered there.

"Mmmmmhhmmmmm...YES!" Taylor called out as her body grew hotter and hotter.

It felt like every muscle in her body was tingling as Cole continued tongue-fucking her backdoor. He licked, poked, prodded and lapped with his tongue. He puckered his lips, creating a vacuum as his tongue probed ever deeper up her rectum. He paused only to come up for a breath of fresh salty air. He tongued her asshole for all he was worth, and it was worth quite a bit. Not content with just eating ass, he slid a few fingers to her moist cunt, currently drenching the longue chair with its wetness. Slowly and methodically he circled her clit with the tip of one finger, feeling how hard it was beneath his touch. He teased it faster as he worked his jaw, rimming her well-oiled poop chute. Her soft moans grew gradually louder and louder until they were ringing out across the vast ocean. Cole didn't stop, both his tongue and fingers a simultaneous blur, working in tandem to bring his bronzed fair-haired goddess to her impending orgasm.

"CCC-CCC-CCC-CUUUUUMMMMINNGGGGG!" Taylor screamed out, expelling all the air from her lungs, stuttering as her body seized up, legs buckling as Cole forced his tongue in deep into her poop chute one final time.

His fingers were flooded with sweet lady cum as her snatched convulsed around them. He didn't stop his licking and fingering, trying to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. It worked. It washed through her body like waves crashing onto the beach. One. Two. Three. Each orgasmic high rising and falling before she finally collapsed with a grunt, utterly incoherent of the world around her. Only then did he finally allow his jaw to relax and pull his sticky fingers from between her thighs. Falling back on the deck, he laid down, immensely proud with his work. He licked his fingers slowly, one at a time, savoring the flavors gathered there. Taylor flipped her hair up and rolled over, each pink nipple standing at attention. Cole fixed his gaze on her sun-drenched rack. He stood up, willpower utterly gone, and moved his hands to grab the tanned perky globes.

"Is this area tender as well Ms. Swift?" He asked slyly, feeling both her supple breasts, kneading them slowly with his fingertips.

Taylor bit her lower lip as she felt his palms rub against her pink pointers. She nodded mutely as Cole squeezed harder, playing with her jugs. Moving his head down, he gave them a quick motorboat, feeling the warm soft flesh against his face as he buried his face in-between them. Taylor cocked one eyebrow looking on with an exasperated smile.

"What?" He paused to say. "We

are

on a boat after all."

Taylor opened her mouth to respond, but Cole latched his mouth onto a nip and whatever she was about to say was replaced with a sharp intake of air. Cole ran his tongue around the areola, circling it like a shark circles its prey. Going in for the attack, he began to flick his tongue against the hard nub. His hand moved to her other breast, fingers dexterously locating her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He gave it a gentle squeeze. Taylor groaned loudly and squirmed beneath his own tanned, muscular form. Graciously, her hand instinctively found his cock, still hard as a rock after her massage. Her fingers curled around the shaft and squeezed. Precum was expelled like the end of a tube of toothpaste. It leaked onto her thigh as he ground his crotch against her. Cole grunted and sucked harder on her nipple, using only the suction of his mouth. Gently placing his teeth around it, he lightly bit down as Taylor nodded with approval. Methodically, she stroked his cock back and forth.

"Mmmm...worship those tits baby." She mumbled.

More than happy to oblige, Cole came up for air looking for something. As his tongue lapped against her exposed nipple, skin damp with saliva and sweat, he reached over to the ice bucket. He procured a single large wet ice cube. Bringing it down to one erect nipple, he placed the freezing brick against her hot glowing skin. Taylor gave a jolt as he swirled ice against the tip of her nipple and around her areola. His tongue met the frozen cube and the pair danced a circle around one of her hardened nips, shortly followed by the other. Beads of liquified water trickled down her funbags as the ice cube melted against her warm skin and Cole's hot breath. The sensation of hot and cold was driving Taylor wild as she stroked his prick harder. As Cole switched to the other breast, ensuring he provided equal attention to his favorite pair of twins, Taylor shuddered, mouthing wordlessly. Her body quivered and eyes fluttered. Cole cracked an eyelid to watch her face contort as he continued his licking and massaging. A soft squeak escaped from between her lips as he came off her nipple with a pop. She placed a hand against his head, indicating for him to stop as her eyes opened slowly.

"Hmmm...that...was the best massage I've ever had. And I've had my fair share. Now let me give that cock a rubdown."

Cole grinned eagerly, tossing the melted remains of the ice cube and straddling her, oozing precum onto her glowing chest as she did so. She looked down at the rigid pole and then at valley between her heaving bosom. She raised her eyebrow's suggestively. Cole knew exactly what she meant and, in an instant, had nestled his fat prick in-between those perky tanned globes. They were perfect for her size and when she placed a hand on either side of her tan funbags, it was more than enough to squash his eager cock. She paused only to grab some of the oil and give a healthy squirt right into her cleavage. She threw it away and mashed her breasts together as Cole started to thrust, sawing away like a master craftsman with a piece of wood. Looking down, it was like tit-fucking an angel. She stared up at him, a naughty expression on her sun-kissed face, blue eyes standing out in stark contrast with her tanned skin, blonde hair waving gently in the ocean breeze. She smiled widely, showing bright white teeth. His ping-pong balled sized mushroom head slid in and out from between her tits each time leaving a thicker trail of oil and precum behind. Leaning down she opened her mouth wide and stuck out a bright pink tongue. Now each thrust of his hips was met with a flick of her tongue against his piss slit. She scooped up each fresh oozing globule of precum into her insatiable mouth.

"How's the view from up there?" She asked between licks, fixing him with a hungry expression.

"So. Fucking. GOOD!" Cole said, humping the chest of the golden naked blonde popstar like there was no tomorrow.

The feeling was even better than the view, already feel his balls tightening, eager to spray the singer underneath him. It didn't help when Taylor moved her head down further to engulf the tip of his cock each time it slipped from between her well-greased boobies. His cock would emerge from between the fleshy valley only to charge into a wet, warm cavern with a writhing pink monster that did its best to ensnare it. Taylor never broke eye contact with him as he titty-fucked her. Each thrust of his prick brought him closer and closer to orgasm. Taylor was egging him on, the sincerity of her desire for cum evident in her eyes. After a few more thrusts, he was willing to give it to her. His balls contracted as creamy jism was pumped through his shaft until it tore loose from his bulging piss slit with forceful intent. He gave a mighty roar as it spurted out from his member. It smacked her under the chin, splattering her entire neckline with semen. He didn't relent in fucking her tits, spraying cum out like some kind of super soaker. By the time he was finished and his prick fell limp with the effort, everything from her tits to her chin was covered in a thick glaze of semen.

"That is quite the mess." Taylor said, leaning down to lick some of the cum off her left tit.

"How rude of me. Let me help you clean up." Cole said, scooping her up in her arms and bringing her to the edge of the boat.

She squawked in protest, trying to wriggle free. "Cole! No! Don't you do it!"

He smiled and tossed her overboard. Her naked form hit the water with a splash as she screamed out. She righted herself underwater and emerged with a splash, blonde hair sticking to her face.

"Bastard." She said gasping for air.

He jumped in after her, grinning like a fool.

***

Taylor and Cole were walking along a secluded private beach. There was no one around as they walked hand-in-hand, enjoying the feeling of sand on their feet and sun on their faces. She was wearing nothing but the skimpiest of black bikinis and Cole was wearing tight bright red swim trunks that also concealed very little.

"Do I know how to pick them or what?" Taylor asked.

"You're right Swift. I couldn't imagine a better place than this."

"I told you. I know places."

She stopped to bend over and pick up a shell. Cole tilted his head as he admired the view, the thinnest of material separating her privates from the open air. His swim trunks suddenly did an even poorer job at hiding anything. Taylor stood up, shell in hand and turned around with smirk on her face as she stared at the bulge.

"Oh my." She said.

"You bent over. I don't know what you expected to happen wearing that."

Taylor slyly looked up and down the deserted beach. She smiled wickedly and, throwing caution to the wind, dropped the shell. Stepping in close, she pulled down his swim trunks with one easy motion. His cock sprang forward as she pushed him backwards, hard. He fell into the sand, his butt sinking nicely into the warm grains. Within seconds she was on top of him, straddling his lap. With a simple pull of a string her bikini bottoms fell off, quickly followed by her top. Her blessedly tanned tits and pink pussy were exposed to the air. She threw her discarded bathing suit aside without a care in the world. And as the naked, sun-drenched Taylor Swift grinded his lap, she reached down a hand to rub his cockhead against her pussy. She leaned forward to give him a long lingering kiss.

"I love this vacation." Cole said as she sat back up straight.

Taylor laughed as she climbed off of him, and knelt on all fours with her head in-between his legs, hovering inches above his erect cock. Her limbs dug deep into the sand, her head descending to swallow his hard prick. Cole watched as her plump lips latched onto the tip, before gradually sliding down the shaft, taking him deeper and deeper until her nose was pressed against his shaved pubic region. His cock had vanished from view. It made a lovely sight, what with the ocean backdrop and all. He threw his head back into the sand, groaning as Taylor's blonde head bobbed up and down. She took him down to the base, only to slide back up to tip and descend again with quick repeated motions. When she released him from her maw, it was only to stroke him feverishly.

"Get up here Swift. Time to go for a ride." He said, indicating his lap.

She smiled and moved to sit on his crotch, sand clinging her knees and forearms. Throwing a long leg on either side of him, she guided his cock right to her pussy and held still only for a moment before dropping down with a carnal grunt. As he penetrated her, both gave loud blissful cries of passion that rang down the empty beach. Taylor rocked her hips, gyrating just like she did on stage, using his cock like a joystick before starting to bounce up and down. He thrusted upwards and she increased her speed until they were in perfect flesh-smacking synchronization. Her sun-drenched tits flopped in the ocean breeze with every ferocious hump, blonde hair flying in every direction as she rode him. Cole put a hand on either side of her supple waist, guiding her motions up and down his cock.

"Swift! Taylor! OH SWIFT! FUCK!" Cole yelled, getting louder with each utterance of her name.

Hearing her name called out like that only made her want to ride him harder. Now slamming down on him with the force of a jackhammer, she drove him deeper and deeper into the sand. It formed a dry, warm bed for their public fornication fuck-session. The waves rolled up the beach, gently crashing and just so ever lightly lapping at his toes while Taylor rode him like a bucking bronco.

"I LOVE THIS COCK!" Taylor screamed out, feeling the fat head of his prick ram into her g-spot over and over again with each repeated penetration. "FUCK ME COLE!"

She slammed down into him as he thrusted up into her. Each smack of sweaty flesh sent sand flying out in great waves away from their undulating bodies. Cole found himself in a deeper and deeper hole as they pounded each other. Taylor grew louder as her body stiffened with each repeated genital slapping movement. Any sexual activity in a public place always had her cumming within minutes. Even here on this isolated beach, where no one was likely to see, the possibility was always there. Someone could stumble upon them at any moment, and that was intoxicating to her. Probably something to do with the risk of ruining her career. Cole knew she was close.

"You gonna cum Swift?" He asked, spitting out the words as she slid up and down his rock-hard pole like it was a pogo stick.