John pulled back and asked quizzically, "Are you peeing, Sal?"
"Mm-hmmm, sorry." She blushed hard but kept going - there was no stopping now, kiss or no kiss.
She felt John's fingertips against her pussy under the water - he was touching her while she pissed against him, feeling the flow!
"Wow, it's so warm," was all John said, and then he continued kissing her while she emptied her bladder against him, and he caressed the outline of her gushing pussy through her bikini under the water.
She had finished peeing, and still John was playing gently with her cunt in a way that was making her toes curl. She felt his cock, rock-hard against her. She was about to slip a hand into his board shorts when they both noticed that they had drifted some way from where they started.
"Ah, bit of a rip here it looks like. Stay close to me and grab hold if you need to. We'll pick a diagonal line in the direction it's already taking us and get back to shore. Might have a bit of a walk on the beach. Hopefully this boner you've given me will have worn off by then - it's like swimming with a rudder!"
John was laughing as they set off. Sally reached for him and squeezed his hard dick briefly, thrilled at its firmness, and then turned her attention back to not drowning.
It was tiring making progress and Sally tried not to panic- as they crossed the break of the waves it took less effort to go in the direction they wanted to and the waves carried them forward, although frustratingly then sucked them back almost as far.
"Don't fight the swell, just pick the right moment to swim," John shouted.
They finally reached water shallow enough to stand and strode through the foam back to the beach, Sally checking that her tits hadn't escaped again. What an adventure her quick dip to cool off had been. And she noticed that despite the distraction the fear had provided, and the relief of emptying her bladder, she was still horny as hell. Images of her dream returned to her, and she smiled at John, checking if he had managed to control his erection. Sort of, she decided.
"Nice trunks," she teased him, and blew him a kiss.
It was a long walk, and the sun beat down and dried the salt on their skin and stiffened their hair. Both of them turned heads on the beach, Sally noticed - she certainly saw a couple of girls look at John's body with interest from behind their sunglasses and magazines.
She had the usual looks. Men weren't subtle, they would look straight at your cunt and think you wouldn't notice, Sally thought to herself. It was sopping again, as it happened.
When they got back to their place on the beach, John's dad was lying asleep in the sun like some large majestic ape, and Sally tried hard not to look at the bulge of his dick as he lay shining and toned.
'Fuck, imagine riding that man' she thought briefly. She really didn't know which of the two turned her on more, but something about how confidently he held John's mum made Sally think John's dad could give her the sort of seeing to she kept dreaming of.
John's mum looked up from her book. She had wavy auburn hair with blonde highlights and a pretty face that looked younger than it was. Shades hid her blue eyes.
"Oh good, I was starting to worry."
Inge had a bemused way of talking to them both that seemed like she couldn't work out if they were having sex or not. So it wasn't clear if the implication that they'd been gone a long time was loaded with suspicion that they'd been fooling around in the sea. Sally was blushing anyway. Inge was a sexy woman, she thought, and so self-assured. She pictured her with John's dad, not for the first time.
"I was thinking we might head back to the house soon, it's baking here and getting crowded. We can fix some lunch and hang out by the pool maybe. What do you guys think?"
"Yeah, sounds good to me, I'm starving," John said. "You'll have to wake this oaf up though."
John gave his dad a gentle kick. The two were close, both having an active, easy-going nature.
"Who's an oaf?"
John's dad smiled and swiped to grab an ankle, his eyes still closed. He got Sally's, and she shrieked a little in surprise. Bill's eyes opened suddenly when he felt the smooth skin.
"Oh, sorry Sal, I was after son of oaf!" He let her go.
His large hand wrapped tight around her little ankle had been enough to make her mind wander though. Her clit stood to attention.
"How many times have I told you Bill, no grabbing Sally!"
Inge joked as though it were a repeat offence. The girl was blushing again, and Inge seemed to enjoy making that happen.
John was walking on his hands, apparently bored of the mild flirting that didn't involve him.
"Show-off!"
Sally pushed him over in the sand. This time it was John who grabbed her ankle, and she relished the opportunity to compare his grip with his dad's - again her mind wandered to a place where she had both men at once, and then the snake's pushing in both her holes came to mind.
"No-one said I couldn't grab you," John said.
So he had been listening.
Sally struggled playfully, and John let go, fearful of getting another hard on for all to see.
They gathered their things and trudged back to the car, where Sally pulled on some jeans over her bikini and checked her reflection in the car window. Her nipples were poking again, and her blonde hair was looking wavy and wild, thick with salt. She couldn't quite believe she had peed on John during their first kiss. He hadn't seemed appalled, more fascinated and she recalled the feel of his fingertips on her hairless pussy.
In the car on the way back, Sally reached out for John's hand and gave it a squeeze, then held it, pulling it against her thigh.
When they arrived, John's parents busied themselves in the kitchen while Sally and John went off to get changed. Their rooms were opposite each other, and Sally left her door ajar and stripped off quickly, until she stood naked in the centre of the room watching the crack in the door. She thought she saw it move slightly. She touched a finger between her legs and her pussy lips were swollen and spilling her clear nectar. She spread it lightly over the lips and teased the hooded bud of her clit, rolling it.
John stepped quietly past the door, not quite into the room but enough for Sally to see he was there, looking at her touch herself for him, with wildfire in his eyes.
Neither spoke a word. Sally licked her fingertip and it tasted sweet. John's eyes were bulging almost as much as his board shorts. He stared at her bald, naked pussy as it leaked on her fingers.
Sally stepped over to the bed and lay back on it, propping a pillow so she could see John as she parted her legs wide and began to masturbate for him in earnest. She'd never had a spectator before, and it was wildly erotic - she already felt that she could come any second. After all, she had been on edge all morning, and right now John was watching as she brought her other hand between her legs and slipped a finger into her sopping slit.
She was amazed at how wet she was. She was also keenly aware that the door was still open and that John's parents were really not far away - the holiday rental wasn't huge after all - and she couldn't be in a more brazen position than spread out naked like this, fingering herself sloppily in front of their son.
The thought of all three of them watching her was enough to tip her over, and Sally began to shudder violently as she came.
She bit her lip and slid another finger into her clutching cunt as she fixed her eyes on John and was lost in the waves of her orgasm.
Moments later, Sally was on her feet skipping over to him in the doorway, her tits jiggling as she moved. She held her fingers to his lips, slimy with her cum, and he opened them obediently.
Once he had cleaned them for her, she coaxed John into the room and closed the door, kissing him fervently and tasting her own pussy on his tongue.
"That was so fucking hot. I can't tell you how beautiful you are," John whispered.
Sally simply smiled happily, still glowing. In a hurry (lunch would be ready soon, no doubt), she dropped to her knees in front of John and tugged his shorts down - almost caught in the face by his hard cock springing free suddenly.
She gazed up at him for a second with her mouth open, so he could see his dick beside her freckled little face, her mouth open and desperate for him.
Then she engulfed it.
She'd seen this done on video clips online, but never had a cock in her mouth before. She decided to go with the theory that making her lips and tongue behave like a tight cunt massaging the shaft would probably be the best approach, and enjoyed watching John's expression as she explored his balls with her hands. She tried to see how much she could fit in her mouth and gagged as his bell end touched the back of her throat. She swirled her tongue against him, and bobbed and sucked to try and coax his cum from him. John's dick did not need much persuasion, it turned out.
"Ah...Fuuuuuck!" John swore quietly as Sally's mouth began to fill up with pulses of hot, thick semen.
'So this is how cum tastes,' Sally thought, and then 'God, there's a lot!'
Her mouth was full, and still John's cock kept jerking and spurting, until cum spilled out from between Sally's lips and ran from her chin in strands to decorate her tits. It seemed as though John had been saving it for her for years.
