Tristan

“You think so now?” I say, and there’s a challenge in my voice that gets his attention. He looks over me bemusedly. I know how foolish I must look in front of him, having just been rendered helpless by some fingering, and I button my pants with a blush on my face, but then I lean over to him carefully, my hands reaching greedily for his pants. “Let me show you.”

Within seconds, I work his pants open, and he doesn’t stop me as I let his cock spring free. Finally, I get a chance to really appreciate the huge organ that pulses at my touch, making my eyes widen.

It felt huge inside me, but to see it while not dazed by sex is something altogether new that makes me appreciate the power of my vagina even more. Its massive trunk runs up from a heavy set of balls, its girth thick and ridged with veins, and its crown is massive and dark, the tip of the scepter of his noble blood that pulses through the member.

Had I seen it before it went into me, I wouldn’t have believed it could fit inside, but here I am now, stroking the very thing I sat on last night. I feel a hunger inside me awaken unlike any I’ve ever known before.

The thing before me imprints itself on my mind, and I can’t get it out of my head. I have to touch it, to feel it, to satisfy it. I want it so badly inside me, but there’s only one other way to get it done while we’re driving.

I bend forward and part my lips, letting my breath wash over it. It swells even more, fully erect as Tristan clutches the steering wheel tight with one hand, another going to play with my hair, stroking it, praising me for my efforts. As I feel a finger twisting a lock of hair around it, I let my tongue out to taste it again like I did last time.

He lets out a soft groan as my tongue washes over his head, taking in every available space, toying with the slit a moment before it pulses, and I taste precum beading up on it. My heart flutters. My cheeks blush. I want this so badly. If it wouldn’t make us crash, I’d start touching myself, but I have to satisfy myself all the more vigorously with what’s in front of me.

Finally, I open my mouth and take a few inches of his cock into my mouth. I purr in delight once it’s in, my lips wrapped around his shaft, and Tristan groans as I stroke the sides of his cock with my tongue. His cock naturally tilts towards me, giving me easy access to him, and I take every advantage of it.

My tongue lavishes his cock with worship, soft moans coming from my throat as I bob up and down on him. He’s so hard for me, and I want so badly to get that pearly treasure within. In truth, I want to be covered in it again, but this time, I know what I’m going to try to do.

Taking all of his cum in my mouth will be hard. I remember how much of it he can pump out. But my increasingly adventurous heart wants it.

“Don’t get in over your head, doll,” he challenges me, making my heart beat even faster. I need to impress him, to evoke his approval, and to do that, I’m going to take in every drop of his cum.

I hold nothing back, lashing at his cock with my tongue like candy. I wrap my fingers around the base, stroking it firmly as I suck the tip of his cock and go as far down as his huge length allows.

Finally, I withdraw my hand long enough to let my whole mouth sink onto his cock, and I feel it touch the back of my mouth. The whole thing feels so warm in me, so right, and I let out a gasp of desire as I feel him pulse and twitch in me.

“Fuck, Sienna,” he moans as he drives. We must be doing over 100mph now, but I don’t care. I just need him in me, and I need it now. I draw my tongue along the base of his cock, long and hard, and I do it over and over again until finally, I feel those huge balls tightening, and I look up that colossal, muscular chest to see his jaw start to fall open.

My heart races. I have to get ready. I let my mouth slide up to just the bulging crown of his cock, my hand massaging his shaft hard and fierce, and just when I’m worried I haven’t done enough, white, hot seed bursts from him, and I sigh in utterly satisfied delight as it spills into my mouth.

There’s so much of it on the first shot that I worry that I won’t be able to fit it all in my mouth. But my body impresses me yet again, and as the second shot rewards my efforts, I swallow all of the pearly fluid, eagerly pumping his shaft for more.

I drain his cock in that way, the rumble of the asphalt under us as he gives up more and more of his virile seed. I’m reminded of just why I let myself get filled up by this divine ambrosia. I’m going to need him to put it in me again soon, because as delicious as it is to take it all in,

I find my pussy aching for it so badly that I want to put my hands between my legs and imagine myself getting filled to the brim with it.

As I swallow the very last of it, I reluctantly draw my mouth from it, licking my lips as he looks down at me lovingly.

“Doll, I’ve gotta say,” he says in that low, husky tone I can barely hear over the wind, “you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met.”

“I can’t say anyone’s ever gotten me to strip for them doing 100 besides you,” I say, sitting back up and putting my clothes back on, glowing from pleasure, “so I guess that makes two of us.”

The sand is warm under my feet as I step out onto the beach and breathe the air deeply, smelling the salt and warm, gentle breeze around us. I hold my arms stretched out wide, sighing contentedly. This is where I’m meant to be.

“Crescent City is alright,” I say as Tristan strides up behind me, his shirt off, the thin fabric dangling in his hand, “but the beach is worth this whole trip.”

“It’s something else,” he agrees, grinning at the sapphire waters, tall waves arcing and crashing in a tune that could put me to sleep. Tristan is attracting a lot of attention on the sparse beach. There are women I’d consider 10s letting their eyes roam over to him, but Tristan’s eyes have been devouring me and me alone this whole time.

Suddenly, my eyes light up as I have an idea. “Tristan! Let’s go rent surfboards! I want to teach you how to surf!”

He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing at a shack for just such a purpose down the beach. “Well, we don’t exactly have surfable water back home, but I could give it a shot.”

A few minutes later, we’re paddling desperately against the tide and failing miserably at anything approaching surfing. Turns out, Tristan’s never been near a beach like this, and I’m an awful teacher. That, and we’re a little distracted with each other.

It doesn’t take long for our floundering on the waves to turn into playful splashing in our underwear, since we don’t have bathing suits. As the sun starts to go down, we make our way to the beach, laughing at each other as we’re soaked to the bone in warm, salty water.

Tristan plants our surfboards into the ground, letting them cast shadows over us before he seizes me behind one, looking me up and down, eyes lingering on my wet hair that spills over my shoulder, droplets of water on my breasts as we’re fresh from the ocean. I bite my lip through the smile as I revel in his gaze and enjoy my own view.

Tristan looks like a bronze god in the setting sunlight. His mop of blonde hair is dripping wet, and it hangs around his eyes gorgeously. There’s a little stubble on his face, and the wetness only accentuates his rugged, untamed look.