BEACH HEAD

We both live on the beach not too far away from each other.
He's older, married with k**s. One day we met while walking alone
on the beach.

We took a chance and discovered each other's secret needs and desires.
Ever since that time, the last Thursday afternoon of every month is our
rendezvous time in the dunes. Either we have an encounter or we don't;
we will have one next time, or the next time.

This Thursday we time it right. We are in our secret place among the
dunes, well-concealed from any passers-by.
He reaches up to grasp the tip of my cock with his tongue and bring it
into his eager mouth. I don't say a word as he works up and down my
shaft trying to get to the point where he can swallow my entire bone.
He sucks my hardness, twirling the slit with his tongue, pumping my twitching
rod with one hand, swallowing all that he can manage as he plays with my
tanks with his other hand. My swollen cock fills his throat making it hard for
him to breathe.

He gets a good steady rhythm going that I like; I moan from the
intense pleasure.
He tells me that he likes me fucking his mouth, that I should lie back and
let him do what he wants to my boner. "Just make me cum," I say.
In seconds I shoot my wads of jism, so much that it oozes out of his mouth.
He sucks every drop of my baby batter before he unmouths my cock.
He tells me to lie on my back, raise and spread my legs wide so he can
use my sperm to lubricate my tight sphincter. He positions the slippery tip of
his pecker against my asshole and pushes it into my rebellious, unyielding pucker.
In seconds he is deep in my ass unloading his tanks of brewing semen.

"Good we met up today. Couldn't have gone much longer."

"Been wantin' to suck your dick. Wantin' to taste your jizz."

"You want to fuck my pucker too, don't you?"

"I suck. I fuck. Works for you Works for me."

"Oh, feels so good, so damn fuckin' good."