The Perfect Holiday

We climbed into the back seat and took off our clothes. As with the first time, Shane lay back with his hard cock sticking up like the mast of a great ship: long, thick, hard, lined with plump veins, the head crimson and moist, waiting for my touch.

I sat on the edge of the seat with my legs spread wide, pumping his cock while Shane’s fingers explored my wet pussy, his thumb on my clit. I was literally gushing as his fingers probed in and out.

“Fuck that feels good…” I said, closing my eyes. “You have magic fingers, Captain Mavic.”

“So do you, Dr. Bates,” he said, the words coming out on a heavy breath. I felt his cock grow harder in my hand. I leaned down and pressed my lips to the tip. Clear juice oozed from the tiny slit and I licked it away. Shane moaned and probed his finger deeper inside my cunt.

“I’m so glad… I caught you…” I said, struggling with the words.

“Me, too…”

“I was such… an idiot…”

“Shut up and get on top of me,” he said with a smile. “According to the manual this back seat is big enough to sixty-nine so let’s give it a go. Put that sweet pussy on my mouth.”

I giggled and did as I was told. I put one leg over his head so my pussy was at his lips, and then leaned down to take his cock into my mouth. As my hand milked the long shaft and my lips sucked the bulbous head, Shane drove his tongue deep inside me. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks. He squeezed hard, then slid one finger into my ass. When he started sucking on my clit I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gushed hot juice all over his face and into his mouth. Shane pressed his lips to my cunt and sucked out every last drop.

“Fuck… you do that so well…” I sighed with his cock at my lips. He was licking the juices from pussy lips and moaning, sending vibrations through me, making me almost cum again. His cock pulsed in my hand.

“Get on top of me now,” he said. Just like the first time.”

I smiled and gave his cock one last kiss, then turned around and positioned my pussy above him. Shane held his cock steady as I lowered myself onto his long staff. The round head slid in easily, I was so wet. My pussy spread and then closed around it like it was giving him a welcome hug.

“Are you having déjà vu?” I asked as I let his cock impale me fully. I could feel him deep inside me, from my cunt to my throat. I pressed my palms into his chest and started working my hips back and forth.

“It’s even better now,” he said, his hands on my hips, lifting me up and down. “Now we know what we’re doing.”

“Yes…” I moaned. “We certainly… do…”

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. Shane’s cock slid deep inside me, then slid slowly out and slid in deep again. I watched his face as I milked him with my pussy. His eyes were closed. His mouth hung open. His breath was getting heavier with every stroke. I was so grateful I had caught up to him before he left again. I was so happy. I knew in my heart that I would never let him leave me again without promising to return soon.

“Fuck… I’m getting… close…” he moaned. Even with the air conditioner running on high and the cold air coming from the vents in the roof, we were both sweating like pigs. Shane’s chest and neck and face were oily with it. Sweat sluiced down the center of my breasts and dripped onto him as I rocked my hips back and forth.

“God… your cock…so… big…”

“Your pussy… so fucking… tight…”

We smiled at each other as our orgasms hit. My body shuddered as I hammered my pussy up and down on him. I could feel the head of his cock slamming into my cervix. I gushed juices over his cock and balls. The scent of me filled the air. His entire body tensed as he filled my cunt with his hot milky goo.

We grunted like animals as we came.

We screamed each other’s names.

We held onto each other for dear life.

And when the orgasms were over, we lay in each other’s arms and didn’t say a word. We didn’t have to say anything. Our hearts were just fine doing the talking for us.

EPILOGUE: Shane

Who am I?

My name is Shane Andrew Mavic. I just turned thirty-years-old and as of two weeks ago, I am a ret

ired Navy SEAL. I live in the tiny town of Gulf Breeze, Texas, population who the fuck cares. The old folks liked to say Gulf Breeze was located smackdab in the middle of nowhere, but had one hell of an ocean view. I reckon I couldn’t disagree. It sure beat the hell out of waking up in Afghanistan.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to sell the place?” Juju asked for the tenth time as I walked her to her car with her ReMax sign under my arm. She opened the trunk and I slid the sign inside for her. “I mean, these people are serious buyers. I might get them to go as high as fifty-five.”