Spring Break Adventures, sex on the beach

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I laugh and nod. “I believe you. Now, let’s turn around. It’s your turn,” I say, bringing a hand up from her butt to her tummy. She beams at me and obeys.

I slip my hand down under her clothing and rub at her sex. To my delight, I find she’s already fairly turned on; I can tell just by how she’s exuding more heat than just a few minutes earlier. Jazz lets out a sigh and leans back into me, laying her head on my shoulder. She playfully nibbles on my earlobe as I slowly work my hand across her pussy lips and clit.

“Mmmm,” Jazz moans. She does that repeatedly, and more frequently as I ease her up to climax. As she gets close, I stick two fingers right up into her, almost immediately finding her g-spot. At this point, she can’t help but gasp and make a few “oh!” exclamations, so I have to cover her mouth. I glance around to see if anyone sees Jazz’s spastic motions or hears her cumming. Devin and Celia are heading this way, and are grinning widely at the sight of Jazz’s spasm-inducing euphoria. She goes limp in my arms.

“Having fun you two?” Celia giggles.

“Well, yeah,” I reply. Jazz can only nod her head, a look of dreamy bliss in her eyes.

Brent and the twins come wading over. For a couple hours, all our group does in chit chat for a while, just everyone getting to know each other a little more.

Jazz and her twin cousins just graduated high school last year, and had been track stars on campus for the past few years. Ladaysha is going to keep running track in college on a scholarship. Celia, meanwhile, graduated college two years ago- and a year early, no less- and was involved in engineering.

The conversation comes to a stop when my stomach growls loudly. Everyone smirks. Even an Asian couple swimming by snort in amusement.

“Let’s go up and get lunch, shall we?” Jazz offers, to everyone’s agreement.

We all go up to the girls’ room, where they make PB and J sandwiches for us and themselves. We all sit in the living room area for a while as we eat and chat, in addition to watching the MTV show “Ridiculousness” on TV.

After a while, though, an air of restlessness seemed to fill the room. Although no one mentioned it, we all knew that the high-jinks we’d all been up to down in the Gulf water was just round one. And the girls were all ready for round two, judging by how physical they are showing affection for us.

Celia and Devin eventually disappear into the master bedroom together. We can hear the bed creaking as they have at each other. Meanwhile, I put my hand under Jazz’s bikini top to rub and feel her boobs, as she in turn reaches into my shorts to fondle my balls.

Brent and the twins seem very preoccupied with each other, as he goes back and forth between the two of them to make out and grope.

It doesn’t look like they’ll be going anywhere anytime soon, so I whisper in Jazz’s ear: “Let’s go to your bedroom.” She smiles and nods, then leads me there.

Once in, Jazz closes the door behind me. I sit down on the bed and pull off my shorts, revealing my erect cock to her.

“Mmm,” she breathes, slowly pulling her bikini top off as she steps in front of me. Her beautiful brown breasts jiggle around, and I take them into my hands again. Jazz smiles lazily, then goes down onto her knees. I lean back to let her do her thing.

Jazz takes my penis with one hand. While stroking it, she takes the time to suck on each of my balls, first one, then the other, and rinse repeat.

“Oh,” I groan. Then I take in a sharp breath- Jazz just licked at the area between my balls and ass crack. Now she’s trailing her tongue up my genitals, up my shaft, and takes me into her mouth, all the way. I’m pretty sure my cockhead is somewhere in her esophagus; at least, that’s what it feels like.

Jazz bobs her head on my dick, slowly at first, then ups the tempo. She seems to like going back and forth between fast-paced and painstakingly slow. The pressure builds.

“Jazz, I’m about to blow,” I whisper. I grab her by the hair and pull her off and stand up. I pick her up and throw her on the bed; she squeals delightedly.

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