HUMANITY 2.0
YEAR 009, DAY 014
There was something wicked-fun about having sex in the great outdoors – at least then, people didn't normally do that. I sat cross-legged, bare-chested and leaning back onto my spread palms, on the blanket Nina had set up on the secluded Venezuelan beach – staring at her as she slipped off first her tied-off shirt and then the athletic bra she had on underneath, then untying her long pants and letting them fall limply into the sand.
She gave me a show of tugging off her panties, then kicked them atop her jeans – not far from her discarded pack. She knew how much I liked to just stare at her body, and how much more I liked to touch it. Nina and I had only been reunited two days ago, after years apart with me shacking up next with Emily, then with Bethany – and now back to Nina. We'd decided to celebrate the occasion with a trip through one of her favorite places on Earth, mostly backpacking. It helped ease her conscience that the places we planned to go also happened to be very inaccessible and distant from civilization.
She turned her head, looking out onto the open sea, bringing one hand up over her shoulder and seemingly zoning out for a few moments – probably distracted by the waves crashing. It was a gorgeous sight – there were just enough rocks to make the place well-hidden, but still plenty of sand enough to make it a beach – and the sea sparkled bright blue in the noontime sun at the equator; the water was smattered with whitecaps, and I might have seen a dolphin's fin pop out once or twice. Really, though, most of my attention was on Nina.
I'd longed for her just as much as I longed for either of the other two when I was separated from them. Nina's wisdom and confidence was always comforting to me, not to mention her knockout blonde body.
I was tempted to beckon her over, but I sensed that wasn't what she wanted. I stood up, dusting off the little bits of sand that had accumulated on me, and stepped toward her. I came up behind, slowly, knowing she had heard me but still pretending. Bending down somewhat, I let my arms sweep around her sides and clasp in front of her, just underneath those round tits, and pulled her toward me – rocking slightly from side to side as I felt her warm skin caress mine.
She instantly melted, closing her eyes and running one hand up my chest, feeling blindly around until she reached my neck. She pulled downward, not enough to actually move me – but I complied, bending further down to let her lips meet mine. We kissed again and again, each time taking a little longer and getting more sensuous. At some point she turned around, and I felt her breasts pressing against my stomach.
I was taller now – since she and I had been separated, I'd gained another several inches of height – though I'd towered over her even before, and she was slightly taller than average for a Caucasian girl. I now stood at six feet and five inches. I'd filled out even more, thick muscles seeming to just naturally grow in, in far greater mass than could be accounted for by my workout routines and diet.
I wasn't quite mature yet, physically, but Bethany was guessing I was getting close. My cock had even gotten a bit larger, in proportion to my overall body at least – my wide pole now measuring just over nine inches long when hard, and its own weight kept it hanging fairly low even when stiff. Right now, still confined in my jeans, my rod was pressed against my thigh and leaking pre-come as I stared at Nina.
We'd barely kept our hands off each other enough to get this whole trip planned out and rolling. As soon as we were away from civilization, right now, she'd let one hand roam around enough to find the bulging prick under my pants – not a difficult task – and asked me to take her down to the beach and fuck her as hard as I could. She wanted to feel my new strength and proud cock firsthand again, and measure just how much I'd grown. I felt roaming feminine hands, now on the button of my jeans, and opened my eyes. She looked up at me as she got it unfastened, and began to unzip my fly, loosening my pants. She licked her lips.
"I'm gonna do the thing to myself, okay? Don't hold back one bit." I looked away briefly; lately, if I didn't get satisfaction often enough, the pheromones my body emitted became so strong they could overcome the girls' minds and shut off all conscious thought, turning them into a willing fuck-receptacle for me. At first I'd worried about it, but the girls seemed to think that it was actually great – they'd all told me they never felt better than after I'd fucked them utterly raw and blasted their minds with so much pleasure that, for a while, they couldn't even remember their own names.
Hardness flooded my prick for a second time. I was certainly willing to indulge Nina's request; we hadn't fucked since early into the previous evening, but that had just been a quick fuck with Bethany while Nina focused on our doctor too, knowing she probably wouldn't see her again for another few years. Nina and I hadn't touched one another save for kisses and caresses. I was more than ready. I let her fingers grip my belt loops and pull, standing at ease as my pants and boxers fell down and revealed my nine-inch tool.
Nina's eyes instantly were fastened to it, no longer even having the presence of mind to help me out of my pants. I shuffled briefly, kicking them off and draping them over my own pack with one hand – and intaking air sharply as I felt her loving tongue touch me again, finally, after so long. Both hands went to my base as I looked down at her, utterly lost in my cock – she was already making the whole length of me as wet as she could with her tongue, and one hand slid down to heft a heavy brown testicle. The only question now was whether its contents would be emptied into her mouth or pussy.
She couldn't quite deep-throat me anymore, which seemed to drive her increasingly animalistic mind toward frustration. I felt the sharp scrapes of her teeth as she tried to force my pole down her throat, and she gagged a little after three attempts. I smiled. She had barely been able to do it before – the first five inches of me, anyway – but now, that extra bit of thickness was just too much. Her jaw wouldn't stretch. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the disappointment and apparent shame that came with it – and I shook my head. I didn't want to blow this load in her mouth anyway; I wanted to put it right where it belonged.