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The city lights faded behind us as Coleen’s SUV rolled into the fog. The coastal road wound through cliffs that fell sharply toward the unseen ocean below. Headlights carved fleeting tunnels of visibility through the gray.

Neither of us spoke for a while. The world outside had gone quiet — just the hum of tires on damp asphalt and the distant hiss of surf. Finally, I broke the silence.

“So, where exactly are we heading? Shouldn't we just go back to your place for the night?”

“There's no fun in that-- unless your definition of fun requires using my props again," Coleen says, as she squeezes my cockhead through the fabric of my trousers.

"Want me to eat you while you drive?" I offer.

"Save it for later," she replies, squeezing my cockhead much tighter. "We could go skinny dipping at this little place near Mariner’s Point,” she explains. “Old friend used to own it. When her husband passed, she couldn’t bear to stay there anymore, so she let me use it if I ever needed somewhere off the map.”

“Off the map sounds good right now, especially for skinny dipping.”

Coleen smiled faintly. “You’ll see. It’s right on the cliff. Perfect view, bad plumbing, no neighbors. We can stay there tonight — maybe it’ll turn out to be an apartment worth keeping.”

The SUV’s clock read 9:12 p.m. when we turned off the main road onto a gravel drive. The fog grew thicker, the air heavy with salt and moisture. The faint gleam of a porch light flickered through the mist ahead, revealing a modest wooden cabin overlooking the restless sea.

Coleen parked, killed the engine, and exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for hours. “Home for the night,” she said.

Inside, the place smelled of cedar and old fabric softener. It had one small bedroom, a couch, a kitchenette, and a wide window that looked directly out over the black water. The ocean wind moaned through tiny cracks in the window frame, like a distant sigh.

“I’ll take the couch,” I said.

Coleen laughs softly as her clothes fall to the floor. “You think I’m giving up the couch? It’s the only place without a draft. You’re taller — you take the bed.”

“Seems unfair,” I say as I kneel in front of her and trace my tongue along the length of her vagina.

“Life’s always unfair,” she says with a slight moan, as she tossed her keys on the counter. "But that won't get you the couch," she adds as I suck on her clit until she was moaning heavily. She moves to the couch, clutching my head against her warm pussy. My face is pushed tighter against her hole until I feel her juices drenching my face.

Coleen collapses into the couch and starts snoring gently. I don't attempt to extricate myself from her hold as I close my tired eyes.

After the unintentional nap and a quick meal of crackers and bottled water, we lit the small wood stove and sit on the couch facing each other. The heat spreads slowly, filling the air with the faint scent of burning pine. Coleen leans against the arm of the couch, swirling a bit of brandy from her flask.

“To new starts,” she says.

I raise my cup. “And to whoever left this place standing.”

The night deepens as the fog thickens outside. "Do you still want to go skinny-dipping?" Coleen asks.

I look at her, trying to decipher her thoughts. "You think it's safe? Looks like there are lightning flashes outside."

"You haven't gone skinny-dipping in a storm, have you?"

"Is that a dare?" I ask, noticing her slight grin.

She does not answer, but instead grabs the flashlight and dashes outside. "Catch me if you can!" she shouts, as I follow behind her.

I descend the steep unfamiliar trail to the bottom of cliff, guided only by Coleen's erratic flashes of light. When I reach the botton, I notice that she had propped the flashlight between two rocks so that the light was directed against the cliff wall.

I glance towards the ocean and see Coleen waving at me. I walk towards her, treading slowly, in case there were sharp rocks at the bottom. The water is waist deep and freezing cold.

I glance back towards Coleen's direction but I don't see her anymore. Suddenly, I feel something warm engulfing my cold cock. I look down and see Coleen's pale silhouette giving me an underwater blowjob. I momentarily close my eyes to savor the moment.

Then, her head breaks the water's surface as she stands and grabs my neck. "Take me from behind," she whispers hoarsely between gasps for breath.

She grips my cock and drags me towards a large rock close to the shore. Then, she bends forward, clutching the rock face-- her pale white ass just sufficiently sticking above the water.

I guide my cock into her slippery hole and start a rhythm. "You have to cum inside me. I stopped protection yesterday!" she says emphatically.

"You what?" I ask, pausing my thrusts.

"Don't stop." she demands. "I know you still love Doe, but if I fail to convince you to stay, then at least I'll have your child."

Her last sentence triggers my cock to be even harder as I resume my thrusts. Then I slightly lean forward and squeeze Coleen's boobs as I begin to increase my pace. "I'm cumming, my goddess," I whisper, as I release my load into her. I feel her muscles squeeze my rod as if holding on for dear life, Then her juices drench my shriveling cock.

"We'll have to keep doing this until I am sure I'm pregnant," Coleen says between intakes of breath.

We move towards the sand, wrapped in each others arms, watching the hyponic cycle of waves steadily crashing onto the rocks. "We should go back now," I suggest, as I help Coleen to her feet. But then, something cut through the rhythm of the wave-- a thin, distant sound carried by the wind.

A voice.

Coleen looks at me, frowning. “Did you hear that?”

There it was again — faint, ragged, unmistakable. A cry for help.

We exchanged a glance. No words needed. She grabs the flashlight wedged between the rocks and heads towards the sound. The flashlight catches a shape moving near the shoreline — someone struggling to crawl up the wet sand.

We sprint the last few yards. It is a young woman, maybe in her early twenties, soaked to the bone and trembling violently.

Coleen kneels beside her. “Hey, hey — you’re okay. You’re safe now.”

The girl tried to speak, her voice cracking. “My… my sister… she’s still out there. Our kayak flipped… I lost her near the rocks.”

"You're shivering," Coleen says. "We have to get those wet clothes off you."

After Coleen peeled the woman's drenched sweatshirt off her, she proceeded to unclasp her wet cotton sports bra. "Is there a nudist community close by?" the woman asks, eyeing my nudity.

I try to explain. "No, we were just skinny dipping..."

"Is that cum seeping out of your pussy?" the woman asks Coleen. "I'm exhausted, I need some protein."

Before Coleen could answer, the woman bends towards Coleen's pussy and proceeds to hungrily gobble up the mixture Coleen's and my fluids. "By the way, I'm Coleen, and this is John. What's your name?" Coleen asks.

“Lena,” she whispered. "I like the taste of your cum, John," she adds. Then she goes back to tonguing Coleen's pussy.

"Stay behind her, John, and hug us both, so she'll recover her body heat faster." Coleen commands."And Lena, put your fingers on my armpits."

Coleen then kisses Lena on the lips as I hug them both from behind Lena. My cock slowly hardens as it rubs behind Lena's wet shorts.

"Can you stand, Lena?" Coleen asks as she disengages from their French kiss.

Shakes her head. "I think there's something wrong with my knee, it hurts."

"Keep hugging her John," Coleen says hastily. "I have to go back up and get some rope. We have to quickly find her sister. Can you quickly explain what happened, Lena?"

I hug Lena and place my fingers on hertight abdomen and move my legs around hers.

“We were taking pictures of the lighthouse. A wave hit the kayak and… she disappeared. I tried to find her, but the current pulled me under. I just started swimming toward that light you shown on the cliff face.” Lena explains. "And, cup my boobs John, they're cold."

Coleen grins knowingly at me as I grasp Lena's cold boobs. "I'll be back in a minute," she says as she picks up the flashlight.

"You should stay in front of me," Lena suggests. My cock hardens further at the invitation.

"Which knee did you hurt?" I ask, as I put my arms under both her outstretched legs and slowly turn her body to face mine.

"The left," she says.

"Let's try to slowly bend you knees to reduce your surface area, so you won't lose much heat."

"No, it hurs," she says. "Maybe you should kiss me like Coleen. I'll feel warmer that way."

"Are you always this playful, even in an emergency?"

Lena ignores my question. "Maybe I should sit on your thighs to feel warmer," she says, as she slowly takes of her wet shorts.

I try to move her across my thighs without bending her left leg.

She grasps my hardened cock with her cold fingers. "Maybe you should put this inside my wet cold pussy to make me warmer."

I shake my head. "I'm sorry, it's hard."

"No you're not. It means you want to fuck me!"

"Please, Lena. don't...."

Lena guides my cock towards her waiting pussy. She slow rubs my cockhead teasingly along her folds. "If you don't fuck me now, I'll let Coleen know that you took advantage of me while she was away."

She gives me a slow hand job while occasionally licking my cockhead.