Spring Brea: Sex on the Beach

This story, like all my stories, is loosely based on a true story from my past, with names and details changed for obvious reasons.

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"I'm just saying if you can't even blow your boyfriend on his freaking birthday don't be mad at the other girl when he cheats!" Most of the girls laughed, though Mindy looked a bit uncomfortable. We were playing truth or dare, and someone asked if it was true I had hooked up with this guy Jon back when he was dating our friend Nancy.

"Every man deserves a blowjob from his girl on his birthday." Darrell agreed. Darrell was my friend Mindy's uncle, and he was drunk. We all were. Mindy, myself, and several other girls had come out to Darrell and Janet's place for spring break. They had a big house on the beach, and it wasn't most of our first years coming out.

Janet and Darrell were super cool people to host us all. More girls came this time than the year before. Some girls were doubled up on beds. I was sleeping on a couch for the week, because I didn't mind, and I had this fantasy of Darrell coming out of his room... plus I was bi, and I didn't trust myself to keep that a secret sharing a bed while drunk.

Janet nearly spat out her own drink. "Darrell I swear to god!" Laughing and shaking her head she stood up from us and walked up towards the house, red in the cheeks. I thought it was cute af.

"Can we not talk about blowjobs in front of my aunt and uncle?" Mindy asked, super serious. Then her straight face broke and she fell over laughing with us.

"Why did Janet look so mad?" Sara asked. I didn't think Janet had looked mad at all, I thought she had laughed?

"Well," Darrell said, "Lets just say I haven't gotten that kind of birthday present in like six years."

"OMG." Mindy said, covering her years and giggling.

"You should hit up Rachel sometime, Mr D. She's a total slut for sob stories like that." Sara made a motion towards her mouth like she was sucking someone off. Why did Sara hate me so much? Always taking jabs at me. Making me defensive. I know she was friends with Nancy, but come on, that had been forever ago.

I almost threw a handful of sand at her, but deciding that was too mean I jumped up and poured a few drops of my Sex on the Beach on her instead. Sara stumbled to her feet in a rush, and I was already running down the beach to get away from her, giggling as I ran. "Get back here slut!" she yelled.

The night moved on in a blur, like all the nights and Darrell and Janets. We played maybe ten seconds of drunk volleyball. Moved in and out of their amazing house. We were all in swimwear, so popping in and out of their hot tub and running down to the beach was a constant thing. Janet came and went, having trouble keeping up with us all night three nights in a row. Janet was the first to crash that night, followed almost immediately by Sara, but most of us were pros when it came to all nighters. I was glad Sara turned in, it meant I could relax a bit more than usual.

Darrell was the only man present, and took it on himself to man the bar. Mostly he served us from the outside bar, but occasionally he would need to run inside and restock.

Darrell was just... cool. Not just for keeping my glass always full. It takes a special kind of guy to be around that many half naked college students and not seem lecherous. But there was nothing creepy or awkward about him. Which of course made him that much hotter. He wasn't too out of shape, you could tell he used to work out heavily, but he has the kind of Margaritaville dad bod you would expect from someone his age.

The house had a no boys policy. We could drink all we wanted and party all night and all week, even go out to clubs, we just couldn't bring boys back to the house. Which again, made Darrell hotter by default. A girl can only go so long without male attention after all. It's unhealthy.

I wasn't the only girl that would fuck Darrell, others had said as much. Even Sara.

Not me though. I mean, I would, I just would never admit who I'm into to others.

Anyway, I was in the kitchen, only vaguely aware that someone was coming in from the deck, my head in the fridge, bent at the waist like the bad girl I am, when I felt two large masculine hands grab onto my big Latin ass from behind. I froze in shock, and contemplated for a moment turning and smacking him (the only man it could be), but I had no problem with Darrell so went back to deciding what I wanted in the fridge. Ohhhh pineapple.

Realizing I wasn't protesting Darrell readjusted his hands and gave my ass a more thorough squeeze before I popped up with my prize, diced pineapple bits. "I did that expecting a quick smack for the trouble." Darrell said as I spun and sat the tray down on the island. Leaning over the island, facing him, I opened the box and pulled out a piece of pineapple.

I shrugged. "You let us stay in this awesome house for free all week and barely charge us for the booze, I'm not going to bitch if you cop a minor feel." I gave him a flirty look.

"Well as tempting as that is to take advantage of, Mindy and Janet would rip my balls off if I made a habit of it, outside a casual pat."

I laughed. "Oh that's what that was. It sure felt like a full on ass groping."

He nodded and held up what I guess was a scout symbol. "I'm innocent as fuck till proven otherwise'" he joked back.

"Me too!" I agreed, making little devil horns on my head with my fingers, snickering.

"Really, that's a one time thing. Thanks for not minding but it isn't worth the risk. Im too bold when drunk."

The only thing that turns me on more than a hot man in a relationship is a hot loyal man in a relationship. I just love being the temptress. The side chic. Being the fantasy girl otherwise happy committed men dream about.

"That's fine and I respect that," I said, pointing a piece of pineapple at him and popping it in my mouth, "just know I'll never tell a soul either way, and your hands are welcome on me." I smiled drunkenly around the pineapple.

Darrell swallowed, his eyes taking in how my full tits hung as they stretched and swayed in my tiny little blue bikini top, bent forward as I was. "Jesus Christ that's tempting."

"You should see what I could have given you for your birthday. It would have blown your mind." I leaned into the island on my elbows, licking a piece of pineapple before sucking it slowly between my full Latina lips. I have what guys call BJ lips. Maybe I've overdone it with plumper on occasion. Maybe its natural. The world may never know. Either way, it's apparently hard to look at my lips without picturing them wrapped around you, as a guy. I've been told that all my life.

"You're going to get my ass divorced if I don't head back outside." Darrell went to pass me, squeezing my hip as he passed. Not my ass this time, not my cheeks, but my hip. His big hand squeezed tightly, and I closed my eyes and moaned thinking about this older man thrusting into me from behind as I bent over the counter.

"It's only home wrecking if I get caught." I countered as he went back out onto the back deck. Grrrrr. I wanted him. He triggered my daddy issues, my other woman issues, my sub side, all of it. And he was cool. And like the only dick around and I get so damn horny when I drink, and we for real would drink all week when we are there.

From the patio Darrell waved a fresh Sex on the Beach at me, that drink is my spirit animal. I put the pineapple up and came running.

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So fast forward again and I wake in a lawn chair out on the beach, to Darrell shaking my shoulder. I hadn't been asleep long, it didn't feel like, had I? Darrell, Mindy, and this girl Sam had been talking quietly in the hot tub when I had stumbled down here to watch the ocean and finish my last drink for the night.

In the first instant of waking I got defensive. I gasped and pulled back, looking frantically around to assess where I am and if I'm safe... but my dumbass is in the same chair I fell asleep in. The house behind me was mostly dark, I could see it through a couple of trees. The rest of the beach was just as dark and empty too. I relaxed.

"I didn't mean to scare you." Darrell said. He had pulled his hand from my shoulder fast when I had flinched.

I yawned, placing my hand over his. "No my fault you're fine." I said sleepily, not faking it at all. Then i winked at him. "Hella fine," I added, eyeing him mock lewdly.

He laughed. "You're either a horrible tease or super forward and set on your prey and I can't tell which." He took his hand from mine and ran it through his hair. Sand fell from it. I wiped it from my legs as it fell, and I saw his eyes focus on my chest as it jiggled. Sand was all over him, and me, honestly. Their outdoor shower was cold only. I wasn't looking forward to washing the sand off, sleepy as I was. Ugggh.

"Its just..." I tried to explain. I hated him thinking I'm a whore. Or worse, telling Mindy and Janet I had been after him all night like one. I mean, I was totally a whore when the mood suited me, like it had earlier in the night, but I wasn't always a whore. Time to walk my flirting back a little. "I'm sorry I came on so strong. I'm bi. And I know for a fact I am the only girl here who is. And I don't want them to know. But being around them all, while so much fun, I get real turned on. And I like dick, so being around you really turns me on too. Everything keeps turning me on, everything about you started turning me on, this house, this beach, this city, this week, and you all will just keep on turning me on all week, but you all don't allow other dick around here and they are all straight as hell, and I just really like to be fucked sometimes. I got carried away. I'm weird. I'm sorry."

"Everything about me turns you on?" he asked, disbelieving. "Seriously? Me? You are the hottest girl here. Youve probaly got the nicest tits Ive ever seen to be blunt. I'm old enough to be your dad, clearly, Mindy is my younger brother's kid. Are you sure that's not just the alcohol? Why me?"

I laughed at myself and closed my eyes, laying my head back in the beach chair, thinking. He took my hand in his again, and I pulled it onto my lap, enjoying the heat on my bare thighs. "I know it's fucked up but yeah. Knowing you're happily married is a turn on. Knowing how well and much I like Janet is a turn on for some reason. Being a guest in her home. Being so close to Mindy. Knowing everyone would hate or judge me for wanting you. And you, so charming, laid back, confident," I squirmed in the seat a little, over thinking all my related turn ons to the situation, "the way you grabbed my ass, the way you gripped my hip, I was all 'fuck me now daddy.' way too fast." I smiled and shook my head at what a dumb hoe I was when I drank. I was a tiny bit more sober after my power nap to recognize that, I guess.

He took his hand from mine and I peeked at him through my eye lids, pouting. His hand moved from the thigh closer to where he was sitting to my opposite hip, His big hand on my bare skin, he squeezed firmly again. That really is all it takes to turn you on?" He asked, inquisitively.

I moaned out loud slowly, eyes closing comfortably. "Your hand, on this beach, this week, you have no idea." I said, my eyes opened at met his, challenging. 'Where do you ant to take this?' my eyes asked.

Raising an eyebrow, he repositioned himself to put both hands on my waist, on both of my hips, and squeezed again. I moaned again, eyes open and locked on his. Then I whimpered. "Who is the tease now?" I asked with a fake pout.

He smiled that pretty boy smile. Fatherly, almost. "And this?" He raised his hands up to my stomach, just bellow my breasts, and squeezed me again, digging his fingers into my skin. Fuck it felt good. Eyes closing, head rolling, I moaned out loud. I breathed in heavily knowing his eyes would be dragged down to my chest. Feeling them on me.

I looked at him with hunger in my eyes. He didn't hide that he had looked down as he took his time to meet my eyes.

"Please kiss me." I begged him. He looked down at me for a time, at my eyes, my lips, my heaving chest, as his fingers again spread out gently then gripped me, raking fingers across my skin, again and again, slowly. I felt... like an animal. Like a lion pinned down by a tamer, both waiting to see what happened next. Taking things by ear.

He looked up at the house, eyes moving from window to window through the trees, looking for signs of movement. His fingers stoking my fire. He shook his head. He pulled his hand up to my cheek and rubbed his thumb across my parting lips. "We should go in. It will be more fun to stop here and just tease you all week I think." He smiled a devilish smile.

I bit his thumb. Hard.

"Ahhhhh." He said. "Careful now," he took that hand and wrapped it around my throat, slowly applying pressure, and leaned in to my ear, "I always bite back."

He squeezed my throat as he sucked my earlobe between his lips, then kissed his way down my neck. My chest was heaving before his lips reached my breasts. His free hand on my top he squeezed my large breast, causing it to swell up from the cup, where he placed a single kiss, then opened wide and playfully but slowly bit down on my flesh, not hard enough to leave a mark but fuck I needed this man to fuck me.

I put both of my hands on his hand around my throat and applied pressure, he released my neck, and I guided his pointer finger into my mouth and started sucking on it eagerly. He pulled his hand free. "No no now," he chided, "I always suck back too." His finger traced the rim of my top before pulling it down, freeing my dark areola to the night air. His mouth came down, his tongue hunting out my nipple, and as I gasped he took it between his lips and sucked on my breast.

I cradled his head in both my hands and pulled him tighter to me as his lips sucked on my tender nipple. He lost himself in the lust of it, I could tell, and before long he switched to my other tit, pulling it free with one hand while the other caressed my first tit. I was in ecstasy as Darrell sucked on my breasts as I writhed underneath him. Then suddenly his mouth was on mine. His tongue was between my lips.

My hands explored his chest, felt his shoulders, raked his back, as my legs spread and attempted to wrap around him, as he shifted to get between them, as his weight pressing against me... he broke the kiss. "Okay, that kiss was amazing," He allowed, "but we should really get in before someone peeks out a window." He looked down at me with pure lust in his eyes.

"Bitch if you don't fuck me on this beach right now I'll scream loud enough to bring the whole house outside." I said. And god I meant it.

The thin restraint he felt crumbled visibly in his smile. "Okay fine, that works too."

Darrell lifted me in his strong arms and spun me facing the ocean, lifting me from the chair and setting my feet on the ground in a standing position. His hands quickly untied my cute bottoms and let them fall, and spun me some more so he could look at my ass while he untied my top. In seconds I stood naked in front of him, and he spun me around and ate me up with his hungry eyes. With one hand gripping my bare ass, he slid a finger between my legs and brought it to his lips to taste me, and made an appreciative noise from the taste.

As he stood I dropped to my knees in the sand and pulled his trunks down with me. "No," he objected, grabbing my hair to try and stop me, "we are too out in the open standing like this!" But he didn't pull my hair hard enough to stop me, and I took his fat, erect, cock between my lips like I was starving for it, and I was. He had been far too long without a blowjob to really stop me, and I eagerly sucked his big round cock head down my throat. I used one hand on his ass to balance myself and the other slipped down to my clit as I finally got to suck a dick on this torturously otherwise dickless, sexless week.

His eyes closed and he looked up at the sky as his hands ran through my long hair and his hips began to buck harder and harder into my face. He looked down and smiled at me staring up at him over his fatherly beer belly. "Happy birthday to me." He said and winked.

I pulled my mouth off of it and said "You said you're owed six birthdays worth of blowjobs? This will be a busy week." I winked and tried to go back to what I was doing.

I would have been fine sucking his cock until we both came, but he bent down and lifted me by my arms to my feet, dragging my body up his cock, it felt nice against my breasts, as he pulled me up. "I'm sorry, but you've already offered me pussy tonight. No take backs." Darrel bent down and wrapped his arms around my legs and lifted me, this put my tits at mouth level for him and he sucked on them eagerly, as he carried me without looking where he was going towards the dunes, the tall grass, and the trees.

He dumped me down onto my knees and lined up behind me as I watched him over my shoulder, his saliva glistened cock lining up with my starving, soaked little pussy. I had to close my eyes and moan as it slid into me. Meeting little resistance even considering its size due to how fucking wet and needy I was. His hands gripped my hips again and he pulled me back against him as he stroked into me, pushing into my needy little cunt. Fuck I needed this. I came immediately.

Then he pulled back and slammed in again. Then he pulled back and slammed in again. Drunk, tired, and in total ecstasy my arms caved in and I went face first into the sand more than once. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," I cried out as he fucked me ruthlessly. I crossed my arms under my head after my fourth orgasm as this much older man went to town on my tight little body without slowing. His hands slapping or kneading my fat ass. My tits dragging back and forth across the sands like sensitive pendulums in rhythm to thrust after thrust as he hammered into me hunting his own pleasure. This man knew how to fuck. He varied his pace, based on my needs moment to moment. He got me off at least four times and he just kept going.

I hadn't noticed when the pitch black sky started turning red until he grunted that he was coming, and I looked up to see a beautiful almost sunrise over the ocean as we came together. I felt his cum pumping into me and my whole body shook with the overwhelming sensation of it. I always cum allot when I cum, but he came buckets. His cock felt like it erupted into me again and again and again as I came. I collapsed again into the sand.

Darrell pulled out and left me there as he kind of snuck walked to the chair where our clothes were, eyeing the house in the morning light. He came back and dropped my swimsuit on me as he pulled up his quickly.

"Stay down here a bit and act like I woke you up just now if anyone is awake to ask. I'll say I went on a walk and came back to see you asleep in the chair."

And with that he rushed off.

I lay face down in the sand, pushing his cum out of me as much as I could and dreading getting sand out of everywhere it must have gotten. I stood eventually and pulled on my swimwear. Barely tying it in place. I didn't care if it looked askew, as if I had just gotten the shit fucked out of me. I had. And nobody would be up anyway. Janet always sleeps in and everyone else drank all night.

I didn't see anyone as I marched up the beach to the stairs of the back deck. I didn't see anyone as I used the tiny little cold shower to wash off my feet, dreading being awake long enough to shower the sand off of myself, out of myself. It wasn't until I started to open the kitchen door that she cleared her throat. I turned to see Sara, wide awake to watch the sun rise, sipping a freshly brewed coffee, sitting on the deck with her feet propped up on the jacuzzi.