by NICHOLX, 02.04.22, 4.2 K words
The long-awaited spring season had finally arrived, with its welcome warm and sunny weather. We were lucky to find a little three-bedroom house. It was ideal for Jasmine because from there it was only a short walk to the beach. Now little Zoey had her own bedroom. The third bedroom became an office for my consulting work, and a place for Jasmine's PC and medical library. The weather had been beautiful, holding at about seventy-five degrees with clear skies. We finally had enough furniture and had the house fixed up to a livable condition. Jasmine was working regular hours at the hospital, usually seven to four, which gave her plenty of time for her favored exercise, running on the beach. She liked to run after sunset, which she said helped to keep her blood pressure down. Lately she preferred running at night in the nude, loving the coolness and sense of freedom that it afforded.
This week little Zoey was staying with her little friend, Rita, so Jasmine wanted me to join her on her runs.
"Okay, hon, I'd love to come with you, but you're a pretty fast runner and there is no way I can keep up with you. I don't want to slow you down," I said.
"Don't worry about that. It is okay if I run slower, or really we just walk on the strand. The important thing is to move and get the blood to pump, don't have to run fast," she said.
"Okay, I'll go with ya, I'll give it a try. What time do you want to go?"
"Let us have supper first, a nice light meal, then we rest and go after sunset. I make a fruit salad and we have some nice cottage cheese to go with it," she said.
Jasmine was raised in Portugal and came to the states when she was eighteen. She was twenty-six now and still had a hint of her Portuguese accent, and I hope she never loses it because I just love it. And I love her long jet-black silky hair, green eyes, her angel face, and the sweet taste of her skin. I don't think it would even be possible for me to love another woman after loving her and having been with her, tasting her, being inside her tender body. Our daughter Zoey will be as lovely as she, if not even more lovely.
I think, I pray, that Jasmine loves me as I love her, though shortly after Zoey was born she began to indicate some curiosity about group sex, swinging, and sex with women. Not surprising, as she is so young and beautiful and energetic. None of that really bothers me, and I decided that I would go along with anything she wanted to do, as long as it didn't hurt her and it made her happy. Lately she had been talking about the Hispanic couple she'd met on the beach one stormy night. And I was getting a bit curious about the Hispanic lady myself.
After supper, I asked Jasmine what we should take on our run.
"We take just one knapsack, with cell phone, beach towels, two granola bars, couple cans of tea, that's all we need." As she said that, she got naked, ready to put on shorts and a T-shirt. Her breasts looked especially perky and yummy, and her beautiful delectable ass, as always, defied description.
"There's one more thing you should have," I said.
"What is that, love?" she said.
"A good injection of vitamin," I said.
"Oh, you are right. Which vitamin?" she smiled.
"Vitamin C," I said.
"Vitamin C as in cum?" she chortled.
"Exactly right. I have a good supply of the vitamin and I have the needle too," I said.
"Let me check that needle," she smiled. She unbuckled my belt and my shorts slid to the floor, showing my half-erect needle. She gently grasped my cock, licked its head, stroked it a few times, and the needle grew long and hard and ready to administer a full injection.
"Do you have injection ports?" I said.
"Yes, three ports to facilitate your injection," she smiled. She lay on her back on the bed, then drew up her knees and spread her legs wide, showing me her silky black bush and sweet nether lips, which were already tacky. She opened those gleaming lips then with both hands gaped the vulva wide open, showing the creamy pink of her wonderful vagina. It took me about one second to throw off my shirt, then I stepped out of my shorts and fell on the bed, stiffening my tongue as hard as I could. I gripped her sweet ass-cheeks and thrust my tongue deep into her succulent vagina. Deep! I kept my tongue in as far as I could and swirled it. Soon she began to breathe fast and her vagina begin to spasm and flutter; she was starting to cum. I pulled my tongue out and shoved in two fingers, then swirled her clitoris with my tongue, as I fucked the fingers in and out. Syrupy love juice dribbled copiously from her vagina, coating her anal star. With the other hand I swiped her juice and with my thumb swished it around in her rectum for lubrication. Soon I felt her body stiffen, then her belly rose and her back arched as she spasmed and shuddered through a violent climax, "Ahhh! Oww! Ahhhh! Nnnnnnngh! Brett, something in the ass! Please! Aaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaaaah!
I did as she asked, pushing my cockhead gently into her tender rectum, the love juice helping to grease it in. Finally I shoved the cock in to the hilt, then smoothly fucked her tender ass with gentle deep strokes, going slow to make it last. A half hour later I felt her shuddering again as another orgasm built in her, then she locked her legs on my buttocks, urging me to push deeper into her ass.
"Brett, I cum again! Stay in deep, love, let me feel your cum squirt deep! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh! Unnh! I cum hard! Ngaaa!Nnnnnnngh! Ohhhhh!"
I held off as long as I could, but she was so beautiful I could not hold my juice any longer, and the hot cum gushed from my cock like hot water from a faucet!, "Aaah! Aaaaaaaaaaah!"
"Aieeeeeeeee! Fuck me hard! I feel your juice shooting deep inside! So good, so good, love! Give me all! Oh, so, so good! Mmmm!"
After that session, we conked out on the bed. I held her with her sweet breasts delicately touching me, her hand holding my soft tired cock. We slept for three hours, well past sunset.
We woke and peeked outside. The sky was clear and full of stars and a beautiful jeweled full moon, a perfect night for a beach run.
We wore only T-shirts, shorts, and sandals for the short walk to the beach. We found a sheltered spot under a small palm. "Okay, time to get naked," she said as she kicked off her sandals and took off her T-shirt and shorts. She stood naked in the moonlight, clothed only by her long flowing black hair, and the sweet silky black patch on her triangle. "Okay, your turn, get naked!" she said.
"Aw, do I have to be naked too?" I said.
"Of course you do! It would not look right if anybody sees us like that, naked female, clothed male! That is what I would call 'fucked up', to say the least!"
"But can I just leave my shorts on?"