Ryan’s Landing · Part 2

Ryan’s Landing · Part 2 (2/2)
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The first sign of my fate was when I heard her say "I need to pee". Gentleman that I am, I even looked around for a bush for her to retire behind. No bushes or modesty for Sarah. She stepped to one side of the grass, stood there half facing me with her legs apart and knees slightly crooked, and started pissing expertly on the grass between her feet. Once she was sure of her aim, she looked up at me with her eyes sparkling again, and grinned a cheeky "look how clever I am" look at me.

I stood there struck dumb; I must have looked quite a sight with my jaw dragging on the ground. I don't think I had actually seen a woman pissing before. Sure I had been in bathrooms when girlfriends had used a toilet, but it was always a private thing covered with skirts; never the camaraderie of men lined up and peeing together. In fact I never even knew a woman could piss standing up. Sarah later told me she learnt the technique in Bali; a story I never believed until, years later, I read that Balinese women do urinate upright.

Anyway, the second discovery of the moment was that the sight of Sarah jauntily jetting away from her hairy little cunt was extremely arousing. I later read that the early sexologists like Havelock Ellis were right into the erotic effects of `female micturition' and wrote glowingly of the beauties of the `golden stream'. I discovered it all for myself. So did John Thomas, who quickly rose to the occasion to show his appreciation of the performance. It was no use on earth me turning away; we just had to stand there and take what was coming to us. Sarah's grin became even broader when she saw my erection.

When she finished her performance she shook herself a little, then stepped over to me, eyes shining, and said: "It's high time we did something about this". There was no doubt about what "this" was, because as she said the word she grasped my cock gently in her little brown hand and expertly caressed it slowly up and down the shaft. Believe it or not, that was the first time we had touched.

Before I could make a move she placed her other hand on my shoulder and firmly forced me first to sit and then lie on the grass. Then she concentrated her attention on my cock, alternating between agonizingly delicious strokes and cupping her hands gently around my balls. I thought she was going to jerk me off, and indeed I was close to it with my cock getting rock-hard and hot, and going that shiny red colour and slightly curved shape that is a sure sign that an explosion is near.

Sarah had things well in hand (no pun intended) and when she judged I was close enough, she daintily spat a mouthful of saliva on her fingers, deftly lubricated the tip and shaft, stepped astride me, parted the bush between her legs, carefully positioned the tip of my cock in the opening to her vagina, and with a gentle "Mmmmmm…." coming from deep in her throat, slid slowly down onto me. I suppose it was the slim hips and plenty of exercise, but her cunt was fantastically firm, with just the right combination of friction and lubrication.

She then set about demonstrating what a virtuoso she was by sliding up and down my cock a few times until my breath became laboured and loud, then sitting motionless while I recovered slightly, all the time flexing her internal muscles to keep the tension rising. As she repeated the cycle, I reached out to her breasts, thinking I could at least contribute a little, but she pushed my hands away, saying: "Uh, uh. This is my treat".

There I lay, hanging on for dear life while Sarah slowly brought me to a peak of pleasure. Once she thought I was close enough, she reached behind her bottom, clasped my balls in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. Of course, away I went like a mortar, bucking with every squirt, with Sarah riding me all the way and giving a little squeal with every spasm of my rigid cock.

Once my explosions were over, she slipped forward on me and we lay together, our breaths and pounding hearts slowing and that gentle tranquility that follows a fuck creeping over us. I don't know how long we lay there, but eventually she slipped off and sat beside me looking at my battered form. She reached out to my cock, which was lying there looking limp and bedraggled, flicked it from side to side with her fingertips, and remarked: "Well, that's you kept out of trouble for a while".

Trouble? That was the pride of my manhood she was talking about! It was high time I exerted myself. I pushed her down on the grass, spread her legs so I could get a good handful of cunt, and at the same time kissed her as hard and as long as I could. It's a ridiculous understatement, but it was by far the best first kiss I ever had. She drew my tongue into her mouth and caressed it with her own, at the same time squirming her body as my fingers delved the warm wet crevices of her cunt. It was obvious that she had not had a complete orgasm, as she was still quite aroused.

I slipped down between her legs and applied my lips and tongue to her sweet wet cunt, alternating thrusts of my tongue with gentle nibbles of her erect clitoris. She began breathing faster and sighing a little, and the sight of her pointed tits rising up and down reminded me that I had not yet paid them their due attention. Not stopping my ministrations between her legs, I reached up with both hands and began giving them slow caresses which moved up the slopes inexorably until they reached her hard erect nipples, then slid down again. At this her sighing became louder and faster, and she began stroking my ears and rubbing her hands in my hair.

I was all set to make her come that way, but it was not to be. She suddenly sat up, tugged at my shoulders, and demanded: "Get in, now, oh now!". John Thomas had been taking quite an interest in proceedings, and was in adequate shape to resume his chosen role. Within seconds he was plunged deep into her cunt, and Sarah had a firm grip of my bum and was trying to force him even further in. By this time she was fully aroused; her lips were even darker and pulled back from her teeth, and the skin of her shoulders and chest were looking blotched with her rising passion, even beneath her deep tan. Her cunt was moving continually, tugging and squeezing and stroking at my straining cock, while her slender legs wrapped around me and stroked up and down my back, legs and bum.

I finally had a chance to get my mouth onto her tits. I have said before that my preference for breasts had been the large two-hand variety. No longer. Nothing beats a small brown tit that can be drawn right into my mouth and held there while my tongue works over a big sensitive nipple.

Sarah seemed to think so too for her sighs turned to groans and the mauling she was giving my cock became even more violent. Time for the coup de grace. I moistened my fingertips and perilously slipped my hand between our heaving groins until I reached her clitoris, standing eagerly out from under its little hood.

That did it. She was away, her body racked with several great spasms as she climbed onto the plateau of the long female orgasm. So soon after the previous effort it had been no trouble keeping John Thomas from going off prematurely. Now I let him have his head, and from some hidden reserve of semen he summoned up another painfully delicious orgasm, the sort where every squirt is irresistable agony, and which leaves you with numb balls and an aching anus.

There we lay, Sarah keening away softly, her eyes tightly shut and the occasional shudder passing through her body. At one stage she lifted my hand to her left breast, and as I squeezed it she began another series of spasms, each one accompanied by a hungry squeeze of her cunt on my cock.

Finally it was over. The roaring in our ears died down, our breaths slowed, and the breeze finally began to make inroads on the sweat that spangled our bodies and made little puddles between her tits and in the small of my back. A little voice in my ear said "You're squashing me", so I rolled off her to lie exhausted on the grass. We lay there, I guess, for about half an hour in a wordless communion, our eyes drinking in each other.

Sarah made the first move, getting to her feet with a small groan. "Are you all right?", I asked hurriedly. "Sure", she said, "I just always ache a bit after a really good fuck". Some of my previous lovers have insisted on chattering about `the earth moving' and `you sent me to paradise', but I must admit no other post-coital comments lit such a warm fire in my belly as Sarah's nonchalant "really good fuck". It was at that moment I realized that I wanted to see and have a lot, lot more of Miss Sarah Brown. I didn't care a damn that there had been others before me. What mattered was that we had just shared a "really good fuck", and I was going to make sure there were plenty more.

"I guess we'd better head back", she said, yawning and stretching so that her ribs were visible. "Yeah", I agreed, reluctant to leave this place that had served us so well. She stepped to the edge, but before beginning the climb down spread her legs a little and neatly ejected from her cunt everything that I had laboured long and hard to put there. She caught the amazed expression on my face, and laughed. "Loves Labours Lost" she recited, and scrambled over the edge before I could think of a rejoinder, leaving me shaking my head, convinced she was the most uninhibited person I had ever met.

We wandered aimlessly hand in hand for a time among the rocks. Once we were forced to retreat hurriedly when we nearly tripped over the legs of a couple hard at it in a sandy cul-de-sac. Sarah tip-toed back for a peek, and returned shaking her head in mock disapproval.

"It's disgusting, I know those two; they are cousins, and can't be more than twelve".

I took up the mockery. "Well what do you expect from little kids", I said, looking her up and down, "whose parents let them run around in the nuddy", then ducked to avoid a handful of thrown sand.

"By the way", I went on, emboldened by this event, "when did you decide today that you were going to fuck me?"

"Today?". Sarah cocked an eyebrow at me. "My dear Mark, half the girls in the orchestra are dying to get you into their pants, except me of course 'cause I don't wear any". This last phrase was said on the run to avoid the sand I threw at her.

"Anyway", she continued, "when I saw you alone and nude on the beach, I knew it was my Big Chance. Once I saw the way you were staring at my tits, I knew you were mine for the asking. I was feeling a bit horny already so it was only a matter of timing."

"You randy scheming little bitch", I said through gritted teeth.

"Well, you should talk!" This was with her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you came to the beach just for the sun. You were a danger to the peace of everyone, strutting around with your prick half-mast. I was just doing a public service".

I was both taller and stronger, and a flat rock nearby was just right to sit on while administering corporal punishment. For the remainder of our walk back to the beach I enjoyed the sight of my hand-marks on each of her slim little buttocks.

We finally emerged onto the beach proper, where a few people still lay in the afternoon sun. Our volleyball companions were nearby; the woman looked up, smiled and waved, and spoke to her man who also smiled and gave me a `thumbs up'. I guess our return hand in hand after such an absence was pretty obvious, and when I noticed both of our pubic hair was matted and my cock was dangling in an exhausted fashion, I realised we might as well have had "F. U. C. K." tattooed on our foreheads.

We headed into the water to wash and refresh. It was quite a different swim from the last; this time we were `together' and could and did touch as much as we like. We stood for a while on the sandbar watching a passing yacht. I held Sarah with her back to me, savouring the feeling of her puckered nipples under my cupped hands. She felt so good that my cock even began to rouse itself from slumber again. "Oh stop it, you sex maniac", she muttered, but then showed her true feelings by wriggling her bum until she was able to squeeze my cock between her buttocks.

When we returned to the beach to dry, she gave my cock a suspicious glance.

"Is it going to behave this time?"

"Oh come off it, all it wants now is a sleep".

"Sleep!…. Hey, where are you going stay tonight?"

To be frank I hadn't even thought about it since setting off early that morning. "Well, I, er…."

"That's settled", said Sarah briskly. "You're coming to our place. My grandparents will be glad to put you up".

We dressed, which in Sarah's case consisted of just slipping on a longish muslin shift which left nothing to the imagination, and headed to my car. "Er, how did you get here?" I asked, half expecting an irate boyfriend to erupt from the bushes. "Oh, I walked", she said, simply. "That's my grandparents house there". She pointed to a house mostly obscured by gum trees on a rise on the far side of the paddock. "You drive across their land to get to the beach". " Ah, they must be the `sympathetic farmer'", and I explained the article in the "Naturist".

And that's how I came to Ryan's Landing, and how that sleepy place, and more particularly Miss Sarah Brown, became such a part of my life. As Sarah predicted, her grandparents made me welcome, as though her bringing home a strange male from from the beach was an everyday occurrence. Perhaps it was. They were retired university types, and it turned out they were out and out liberals in practically everything, which explained why they never even raised an eyebrow when she carried my things straight into her bedroom, and announced I was staying for a few weeks.

Some day I might write about the following two weeks at Ryan's Landing before we pointed the Beetle south and returned to the city, first to rearrange our student accommodation to reflect our new sinful status, and then to resume our studies. My memories of those weeks were of long, hot days and nights; of many returns to the beach (and the grassy basin) and of trips to quiet river waterholes and noisy waterfalls in the coastal ranges; and, of course, utter sexual exhaustion from my efforts to match and satisfy Sarah's healthy young appetite.

Ryan’s Landing · Part 2 (2/2)
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