stop laughing. 'You ate the roach! You ate it!' she said over and over again.
Randy thought to himself, Yeah, baby, and you're going to eat it, too. And it ain't gonna be a roach! 'C'mon, doll, take off your clothes. You haven't lived 'til you've gone skinny dippin' stoned.'
That sounded like a marvelous idea. Without hesitation, she rose unsteadily to her feet and started to untie her halter top. Randy walked slowly over to her. 'Here, I'll do that,' he said. There was something so masterful about him. He knew how to take charge of things, and she obediently turned around while he untied the knot at her neck, then did the same to the one at her waist. The skimpy garment fen away from her body and floated limply to the ground like a sad little flag. She stood there watching it, giggling at it, until she felt Randy's hands slip around her from behind and grab her bare boobs in his masculine hands. He pulled her back against him and she drew in her breath sharply as her back came in contact with his smooth, broad chest and his hands roamed over her naked, sensitive breasts.
'Ooooohhhhh,' she moaned softly, closing her eyes to the wonderful sensations his hands were creating in her. The sun shone hotly on her skin, melting her, turning her into jelly. Her pussy became a bowl of warm, sticky jelly. She was aware of something hard and demanding pressing into her buttocks, between the cheeks of her ass… his penis… Randy's hard, sturdy penis…
She was very turned on, and she leaned back even further into him, with her arms dangling at her sides, in a shameless and wanton posture of submission. She was ready to make love now; she wanted it right now. Why didn't he fuck her now?
Randy's hands moved down her sleek belly and found the zipper of her shorts. Deftly, he unzipped them and began to work them down over her flaring hips. Davie wriggled her ass against him to assist him with the stopping. She giggled again. Her brain was dazed and her attitude incoherent. She could have cared less if there were an ocean liner full of camera-clicking spectators anchored out in the sea. In fact, she sort of wished there were…
The shorts lay puddled at her feet. Next, Randy slipped his hands inside her filmy panties, reaching along her bare skin until he touched her silky crop of pubic hair. She moaned again, breathless at his exciting touch as he gently fingered the pad of curls and cupped her pussy mound in one of his dampish palms. Yessssss… oh, yessssss, do that! she screamed wordlessly. The sounds evaporated in her throat. But her squirming body and raspy breathing got the message across. The wily blonde youth smiled confidently to himself. Snickered silently, was more like it.
The panties came down her hips and thighs and calves to commingle with the shorts and halter. She was an island in a little sea of clothing. She thought that funny also.
'Let's go for a swim,' Randy whispered in her pretty ear. He followed up the suggestion with his tongue, flicking it inside to tickle the highly sensitive orifice. Davie almost collapsed from the sensation. Oh God, oh how she wanted him to fuck her now. He was driving her insane. All she could think of was his juicy cock plundering her steaming vaginal depths. How could he thank of anything else?
'A swim?' she echoed weakly. 'Now?'
'Yeah, right now. I want to get it over with so I can come back up here and eat your sweet little pussy!'
Oh, God, did he ready mean that? She was dazed by his lewd suggestion, and she followed mutely as he led her by the hand down to the edge of the water, his long, powerful cock jutting out ahead of him. His backside reminded her of some of the statues of Greek Gods she had seen at a museum, his muscles ripping as he walked, his physique, perfect. Yes, he was a statue come to life, leading her down to the glassy, azure sea.
It was an incredible experience to swim like that – naked and stoned, and horny. She mostly floated, letting her glossy, long hair fan out on the water like the tentacles of an octopus. Suddenly she felt a rude splash of water on her face as Randy swam up beside her and sent a deliberate shower of sea water in her direction. She flailed and sputtered and began to tread water. She splashed him back and they played like porpoises for a while. Then he dived down under the water, and under her legs and grabbed her pussy with his mouth! She screamed and fell backwards. Before she had a chance to gather her wits, the strong, sexy youth appeared in front of her and pushed her head down with his hand… down under the water… down to his loins, to his genitals! It lasted only a moment, then he pulled her back up again, but the moment had served to implant a portent of things to come – of things to cum! God, did he really expect her to do that? Noooooo – that was dirty, perverted. She couldn't possibly do that! She wouldn't take him in her mouth, the way she had seen her mother doing it to that disgusting fairy!
His little 'test' provided Randy with exactly the reaction he expected. The look of panic on Davie's face was ample witness to her prejudice. Moments like them were made to order for Randy Ferris; he liked nothing better than a sexual challenge from a gorgeous female.
'Sorry, honey. That was an accident,' he apologized convincingly. 'Want to go dry off?' He grinned at her and paddled nearer, so that their bodies were touching under the salty, caressing water. Desire was the undercurrent that carried them onto shore.
Davie flopped heavily to the sand. Her brain was reeling. Fuzzy distorted images of Randy, her father and Trish glided across the ceding of her mind like reflections in a row of carnival mirrors. The sun burned bleeding white bans of liquid heat into her closed eyes as she lay sprawled on her back. The air was very still, except for the sound of respiration. There was a persistent fluttering in her belly.
She was dimly aware of movement next to her, of the wet, bare flesh very close to her body. Randy was moving around on the blanket, brushing against her body as he shifted his body. She suddenly felt his bare hands on her salty skin, his fingers touching her magically, lightly all over her body. He was stroking her skin, his fingers turned into feathers. She turned to gooseflesh and her body began to tingle everywhere. Her pussy throbbed with desire. Involuntarily, she opened her legs a little wider, feeling the caressing heat of the sun on her naked pussy, on the still little nubbin that was her clitoris.
Randy shifted again on the blanket, his hands still fluttering over her skin like an army of butterflies. Then she felt a scant shower of cool water on her thighs and belly. She flinched from the sudden sprinkling, but she was caught by the torpor that engulfed her. So relaxed, six lazy, so filled with delightful sensations that she couldn't muster the energy to open her eyes.
The sexy youth had crawled between her legs and lay on his belly, his face inches away from her enticing coral pussy slit, where the blushing little button of delight peeked out from between the dewy lips. God, what an edible little cunt she had. This is going to be pure heaven, licking that tasty pink furrow, he thought to himself.
He moved nearer and without spreading her lips apart, suddenly thrust his tongue out and flicked her clitoris. Davie started as though she had been touched by a hot ware. 'Uuunngghh!' she gasped, her eyes flying open instantly. Randy!
The good-looking boy grinned up at her from under his sleepy, sexy eyes. A shock of wet, blonde hair was matted over his eyebrow. He wagged his tongue obscenely at her. Then, without a word, he reached up under her bare ass cheeks and elevated her with his hands, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing her ripe cunt meat to his wanton, lustful gaze. His rock-hard cock throbbed beneath him. Hot damn! he swore to himself, I really want to eat her little pussy. I can't wait any longer!
And he didn't. He sent his tongue into her pulsating furrow with dispatch, wasting not time, but drawing the delicious flesh into his mouth as though it were a succulent little breast. He licked and lapped and sucked her, running his tongue up and down and around her juicy slit, unable to get enough of the sweetly pungent sex flesh. He rolled around on his cock, feeling that he could almost cum from the sheer excitement of eating this beautiful kid's tender box. No wonder Trish freaked out when she sucked Davie off. This had to be the best piece of pussy pie he had ever eaten – every bit as tasty as Trish's.
Davie groaned and flailed on her back, her wet hair slapping the hot, dry blanket beneath her. She thought she would go mad from the insane licking; she felt she would go right out of her mind from the rapturous excitement in her heated loins and stomach. Ohhhh, oh Goooodddd! She had never been eaten like this before! His lips, his tongue, his mouth, working her pussy flesh like that, sucking it so beautifully, so maddenly well. A feeble finger of conscience admonished her for allowing the youth to feast so wantonly on her nether parts, but she waved it away from her mind. No, she had to have it; she didn't want it to end ever! She couldn't stop him now; her body controlled her will, and her body said, 'Onward!'
A paddle, a long, smooth, slick, broad paddle stirring in her cauldron of molten lust, churning the sensate flesh around and around and around and…
