Beach Trip 5 - Waves Against the Rock

Well, who would've thought? Combine two things that are great - beach side sunsets and fooling around with your sexy ass futa girlfriend - and out comes something pretty great. Doing exactly that, you have her mouth on yours, her hand under your top on your nipple and yours in her pants, feeling up her hardening shaft.

Naturally, the kiss has quickly grown pretty heated and not even the cool coastal breeze is enough to calm what's coming. Passionately making out, you embrace each other to the sounds of the crashing waves. Your hand feels her length grow and each time she squeezes down on your boob or pinches your nipple, a new spike of arousal shoots through your body.

"Oof, fuck..." you smile at her when the kiss eventually breaks.

"Imma be real with you, princess." Zoey sighs, her eyes fixated on your lips. "I'm gonna fuck you tonight. It's your choice wether I do it here or back in the tent where everyone can hear."

"Damn, what a choice." you answer and bite your lip. Yeah, she's totally right. There's no way y'all won't be fucking tonight. And despite the public nature of your current spot, it's probably still a tad more private than a badly soundproofed tent. Plus, it is one hell of an ambient. Plus plus, you're reeeally impatient.

"Whatever shall we doo..." you sing-song and push her down onto her back.

"Mhmmm, decisions, decisions." she hums and let's you straddle her hips. You obviously already knew how hard she was but feeling it under your skirt like this is something else. God, you two just banged this morning and yet, you can't fucking wait.

"C'mere." Zoey purrs and pulls you in. The second your faces are close enough, she locks her lips with yours again. She's such a damn good kisser, ugh. Meanwhile, her hands slide down your back and squeeze your butt and in return, you start rocking your hips, rubbing yourself against her erection.

Damn, this shit is exciting! You've banged at a lake before and over the window of your flat, so the public aspect isn't entirely new to you. It's just... it has something so intense to it hearing the waves crash against the very rock you're lying and making out on. The threat of people potentially spotting you only adds to the sensation and hell, even the risk of your friends looking for you and stumbling upon the scene is just another strange bonus!

However, the space you have to work with is pretty limited. You wouldn't even have a spot to throw your clothes without risking them falling in the water. Luckily, as you do pretty much always when you go anywhere with your girlfriend, your skirt effectively eliminates the necessity of undressing. All you need to do, is prop yourself up a little bit and pull your thong aside while she unbuckles her belt and- oooh, this is going to be so fucking nice.

The hem of her pants pulled down just far enough, Zoey's ridiculous cock springs free. Her other hand rests behind her head and her cap is turned forwards. The setting sun in behind you, so your shadow is cast onto her. Zoey even does you a favor and lifts her shirt up a bit, exposing her abs for you. Life is so fucking great sometimes.

You give her cock a few gentle test strokes, rubbing the tip against your pussy. It's actually been a while since you were on top. Last time was obviously pretty damn good but we all know, Zoey's dick is best when she's the one using it. For a change though - hell yeah. Plus, she's looking fantastic down there but you can only imagine how you must look to her with the sunset in the background.

Slowly, you sink down on her 10-inch beast and the shudder that runs over you is not because of the sharp coastal breeze. After pulling her shirt up, Zoey's hand rests on your hip, not actually doing a whole lot but still giving you a sense of guidance. As you finally bottom out, Zoey looks up at you and bites her lip. Her eyes have a dirty, horny 'fuck yeah' written all over them.

"Fuck, this is hot." she grins and her fingers dig into your hip.

"Honestly, yeah. It fucking is." you almost sort of giggle and run a hand over her abs. Then you start slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Better start at a careful pace, you're still on top of a rock. Meanwhile, the wind, ever the paid actor, is getting stronger and blows your big, red mane around.

"Damn, baby. You are SELLING this shit." chuckles the muscly tomboy, watching you intently. Gladly taking the compliment, you grin down and stick your tongue out as you start to pick up some moderate speed. Your cocky attitude, however, is almost ripped away from you, now that you really start to feel her inside. Alas, Zoey seems to notice too and the subsequent cockiness on her face far outweighs yours.

"S-shut up." you laugh and bite your lip, now really setting into a rhythm. Back and forth for now, not yet up and down.

"Not sayin' anything." Zoey smirks and lets her hand wander up your side, underneath your top. Maybe it's the wind, maybe the intensity of the situation as a whole, but in your hypersensitive state, even her hand feels electric as it travels upwards until it finally reaches your chest. You still have your bra on, but feeling her grab and squeeze is amazing nonetheless. In fact, you're getting really worked up already.

"Ohh, f-fuck..." you groan and support yourself with both hands on her beautiful abdomen. Your hair flies all around you and every now and then, you can even feel some spare drops of water land on you when a bigger wave crashes against the rock. Shit, this is some cineastic stuff!

"You look so fucking perfect, god damn." Zoey marvels and her praise only adds fuel to the fire. Unable to hold back any longer, you stop grinding and start bouncing your hips instead. The repeated penetration is fucking heavenly and her massive shaft fills you up perfectly. With guys in the past you where never able to climax from penetration alone, so when you were on top, you at least prefered grinding for some clitoral stimulation. Zoey's changed that. Zoey's changed so much about you and what you thought to know about how sex can feel.

"Ohh fuck... ohh fuuck... ohh my g-god..." sounds the string of moans leaving your mouth. Not once does Zoey's gaze leave your face or your body. You're far from the over-confident type but right now, you're probably the sexiest thing she's ever seen. And knowing her, she's seen a LOT of sexy things.

Suddenly, Zoey's hand leaves your chest and goes back down on your hip. Then she clambs down, stopping you from moving. Obviously confused, you open your eyes wide and look down at her. She just meets your stare with smirk before, without further notice, she thrusts upwards, into you.

"FUH- FUCK!" you yelp and if not for her hands, you would've tumbled forward. You should've guessed she wouldn't stay idle for too long - and you're immediately thankful for it. You grab her muscular arms for support and happily let her get to work. She doesn't ruthlessly hammer into you, but that doesn't mean she's hesitant with it. Ugh, she's SO GOOD.

"That's more like it." Zoey says, sounding as cocky as can be.

"Oh f-f-fuck, j-just... like... thaat..." is the best response you can come up with - which is funny, actually. In normal circumstances, you vocabulary quite obviously exceeds hers but as soon as you two bang, the tables are so heavily turned. Fuck it, this feels fantastic and she's definitely gonna make you cum on a rock by the ocean.

"Yes, ma'am." winks the futa and does not relent her steady and strong thrusts. The loud crashing of the waves is joined by the wet slapping of her skin against yours, not to mention your own array of heartfelt moans. This is honestly such a high.

"F-fuuck, I l-love you..." you breathe through gritted teeth as you gaze into the sky. Zoey's made you cum so often in this short time you've known her, you can't even say which one was the best anymore, but this one is definitely gonna be the most epic.

"I love you too, babe." replies your tattooed lover and gives your butt a quick spank. "Now be a good girl and cum for me."

Not even two months ago, you would've probably cringed at words like these, but hearing them from her just hits so different. So much so, they almost serve as the final push, sending you straight over the edge.

"Ohhh- F-FUHH- AHNNNGGGH!!" you cry out, arching your back and throwing your head back. As so often, Zoey doesn't stop her thrusts and instead, continues to fuck you right through your orgasm. It feels just like the god damn ocean behind you, like waves crashing, and you can't help but succumb to the ****. You shiver and quiver on top of her, clutching her biceps tightly and after god knows how long, the convulsions finally begin to die down. It is only then that Zoey gives you a brief respite and stops her movements. You slump forward and bury your face in the crook of her neck, panting wildly. This close, you can hear her breathe, not too heavily but not quite calmly either. There's a but if a chuckle in her-

"WHOOO!!"

Out of nowhere, a sudden, distant cheer pierces the evening air and startles both of you. You sit up, still straddling your girlfriend, and frantically search for the source.

On a dune not far off stands the familiar short frame of Denise waiving at you.

"Ah fuck..." you curse and look at Zoey. "Denise. We've got an audience."

"Hah, of course." laughs the futanari and sits up to turn her head.

"PERVERT!" you yell over to your friend who just laughs.

"How long you think she was watching?" asks Zoey and turns her attention back to you.

"Too long." you reply and sigh. "That's for sure."