Beach Episode 2 (Patreon)

Kon could not even put up a pretense of not looking. Her tits! He loved them. From the deep, beckoning valley between them to the succulent slopes of their roundness. In spite of the cooling wind, Karen was sweating, gleaming diamonds clinging tenaciously to her full breasts.

A little jiggle went through her gumdrop nipples with every pounding of her heart.

Each breath made her tits swell, heaving upwards and downwards.

Kon wanted desperately to pop as much of these teats into his mouth as he could, sucking and biting and kissing until he came. He would not even need to touch his own dick for it to happen. He only had to let those tits work their inexorable seduction on him.

Her waist was so trim, though. A true hourglass figure. Not nearly as slender as the sylphlike Linda, but the perfect narrowness to offset her flaring hips and abundant bosom. He saw the shadowy dimple of her belly button and wanted to dip his tongue into it before moving on to an even sweeter tasting opening.

Her thighs were thick and powerful, tapering into slender calves. The only thing that could draw him away from her well-fleshed cleavage was to imagine crawling between her long legs, feeling their muscle on either side of him as he drove himself into her cunt. It had to be heaven. He would give anything for it.

Topless, Karen moved with a slow sensuality, displaying all her attributes to tremendous effect.

Kon couldn’t take it anymore. He bounded to his feet, shucked his trunks as far down his legs as he could get them in the heartbeat he spent on them, then grabbed hold of his cock and started pumping. With his other hand, he grabbed Karen by the hair. She had just enough close-cropped blondeness for him to get a good grip. He held her up to his cockhead, facing it while he jerked off, and he went to town with the knowledge that she had as good a look at him as he’d always been trying to get at her.

Karen was stunned, speechless, unable to move or process what she was seeing or breathe, really. Not with the musk of Kon’s arousal filling her nostrils. But she could hear. As her mind refused to accept what was before her, she heard Kon muttering low, almost chanting: “Fuck, fuck, those big tits, fuck, sweet big tits, gonna come, gonna come all over them…”

Karen’s heart hammered in her chest. Her cunt tingled, flushing heatedly as her face was. Slowly, as though she were coming awake from a dream, she began to admit what was in front of her.

Kon was naked, his trunks around his knees, and he beat his cock with ferocious power. His eyes were shut and his head bobbed, murmuring his foul chant, working his monstrous erection.

For a long time now, Karen had seen Kon as boyishly as he’d once been. But there was nothing boyish about him now. He was a fully grown, sex-crazed man. A satyr of a man, his enormous bellend popping in and out of his big, choking hand. His heavy, cum-laden scrotum tolling back and forth under it with the heft of a church bell. His sculpted muscles twitched all along his legs and chest and arms; Karen saw the sweat running over his ribs and gleaming on his abs.

He was as well-endowed in his physique as he was in his manhood. With all that prick in need of service, Karen could hardly blame him for satisfying himself. She wanted to satisfy herself too. Her womanhood went wet and hot, her clit throbbing along to the beat of Kon’s pistoning pleasure. She could tell how good it was for him. She wanted to join in, share in his fulfillment.

Christ, he was a pest, but his dick was just too big for her to write him off. And wasn’t she tired of men being intimidated by her? If there was one thing Kon didn’t do, it was intimidation. He was treating her like a whore in heat, hoping like hell she didn’t give him the bitch slap he richly deserved for this provocation—not before he came, at least. And maybe, if he believed in miracles, he was praying that she would end up as turned on by this as… well, as she was.

Finally, Karen reacted. She grabbed Kon by the wrist, stopping his pistoning hand cold. Her other hand reached for his cock and for a moment, Kon quailed, his erection drooping, thinking he was about to get his dick ripped off for this offense. It wasn’t an appealing thought. It did a lot to dampen his ardor.

“Don’t you dare get soft,” Karen hissed, before taking hold of his prick and stroking it herself.

Kon moaned, quaking at the first touch of her fingertips. Despite her forceful words, her touch was soft, light—even loving. Fleeting as the tickle of a feather, her fingers ran up and down the solid column of his masculinity. She caressed it slowly, experimentally, as if sampling the virile strength in his manhood, then paying homage to it with a firmer touch, a greater pleasure.

“It feels wonderful,” Karen sighed. “So big and hard, yet so responsive… all of it… I love how it twitches when I touch it. It’s hungry. It’s ready to fuck me. Ready to come for me.”

Kon’s balls surged like a store of gunpowder for his shaft to fire. That was all he wanted to do—to come for Karen.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Karen continued, still running her hand up and down his length. “I feel like a whore, doing anything for cash—anything.”

Then Linda was there. She had wanted to do what Karen had done, but froze.

For Karen, there’d been only her and Kon. But for Linda, Karen was there too, and Nat. Even Kon. She couldn’t indulge herself like that in front of so many people. Only then Karen was indulging herself and Linda was being left out.