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Beach MILF Copyright 2021 © by Kimberlee Madison

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♥ She was maybe forty-five, but she was in great shape for a milf. I first saw her at the hotel bar. She was sitting at a table near the door with a girlfriend, and they were laughing about something only they could know. She had a pretty smile. The guys and I were visiting the beach for spring break, and I had every intention of making it memorable. That smile of hers was memorable, and man I couldn’t take my eyes off it. God, I’d been attracted to older women for as long as I could . There was just something different about a woman who had some experience under her belt. Not like all the drama queens I’d been used to back at school. Older women just seemed to have fewer inhibitions, like they were more open to things . . . to new things. Not like the stuck-up, tight ass bitches I’d grown accustom to around campus, the ones who drove their daddys’ BMWs and wore Prada to class. I watched the woman having fun with her friend, and eventually she caught me staring. Our eyes met and she just smiled. I smiled back. Later I found out what she was drinking and I bought her a drink and had it sent to her table. By midnight the place was bumping. It was kind of a popular club on the strip, and most of the spring breakers were going at it on the dance floor. I didn’t dance much, so I just sat at the bar enjoying my beer and watching all the girls shaking their asses while the music blared. There were four of us who’d decided to do spring break together at the beach— me, Joey, Steve, and Mike. Joey and Mike were both business majors. Steve was pre-med. And I was planning on law school after undergrad. This was kind of our last big hoorah, our last big party before we headed back to school to finish up senior year—and probably the last time the four of us would be together for a while. “What’s up, man? You havin’ fun?” Joey asked as he sidled up next to me, patting me on the shoulder. He’d been drinking whisky all night, and he was starting to slur quite a bit. “Yeah, Joey. I’m all good,” I said. I watched him wobble and then catch his balance. “Look, me and Mikey are

thinking about heading across town to the Heads Up. Word has it there’s some international superstar putting on a show. You in?” The Heads Up was the biggest strip club around. Between the four of us, we’d probably spent a thousand dollars there since we’d been in town. Part of me considered Joey’s offer, but then I’d grown tired of going home with a hard-on and nothing else to show for it. I didn’t really want another “hands off” lap dance. Nobody was getting laid at the Heads Up, and I was beginning to think my chances were far better just sitting here at the bar—at least I wouldn’t spend as much money. “Nah,” I said. “I think I’ll just stick around here for a while,” I said. “Suit yourself. But you know where to find us,” Joey said, slurring his words. “You seen Steve,” he asked as he started away. “I saw him with a girl earlier. Haven’t seen him since,” I said. “How is it he gets so lucky?” Joey asked, stopping in his tracks. “That motherfucker could get laid just walking through the desert.” I laughed out loud, but it was true. Steve was just one of those guys who didn’t really have to work all that hard for pussy. I wasn’t entirely sure whether he was telling the truth or not, but he’d been bragging all week that he’d had sex with six different girls already. If he made it with the one I saw him with earlier, that would make seven—a girl a day for the time we’d been at the beach. I was beginning to feel jealous . . . and desperate. “Sure you don’t wanna come?” Joey asked again. “I’m sure. You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up with you later.” Joey shrugged and then disappeared into the crowd to find Mike. After he was gone I ordered another beer and sat there at the bar listening to the music and watching people come and go. There was an older couple sitting at the end of the bar, probably in their sixties, and I couldn’t help but think how out of place they seemed in a t like this, but then those smiles on their faces told a different story. They were having fun and that’s all that mattered.

I peeked back at the table and noticed the woman and her friend were gone. That sucked, because I’d really thought I might have a chance to talk to her. I guess it didn’t matter, though, this place was filled with women. The odds seemed fair enough. There had to be somebody around here who wanted to spend a little time with a guy like me. I spotted two girls standing in the corner by the DJ booth. They were both blonde, probably coeds here for all the same reasons the rest of us were here, and they both had the hottest bodies I’d seen all night. Probably out of my league. But then, hey, this was spring break . . . anything could happen. I sat there a few moments trying to work up the gusto to go talk to them. I’d just play it casual, nothing too over the top, maybe just try to strike up a conversation and see where things went. For a moment I had this vision of the three of us hanging out back at my hotel room. Fuck . . . wouldn’t that be a fucking dream, me with two girls. My cock was getting hard just imagining it. I downed my beer and laid a tip on the bar, then started to stand. But before I could go anywhere there was a presence at my side. “Thank you for the drink earlier,” a voice spoke. I glanced up to see the woman who’d been sitting at the table across the room. She was maybe five-five with long dark hair and eyes the color of the morning sky, and her lips were thick and pink and luscious. She was wearing a tightfitting red minidress that cutoff right in the middle of her thick, tanned thighs, and I suddenly found myself nearly gawking at her cleavage. “Oh . . . well . . . I’m glad you liked it,” I responded. “My name’s Brady,” I said, holding out a hand. “I’m Alisha,” she said, taking my hand into hers. “I’m sure you have guys do that kind of thing all the time . . . someone as attractive as you,” I said nervously. “Sometimes,” she said. “But you were the only one tonight.” “Well . . . I guess I know a pretty girl when I see one,” I said.

“You’re very sweet,” she said, her blue eyes sparkling like sapphires. She reached in and pecked me on the cheek. “Do you mind if I ask how old you are?” “Twenty-two,” I said. “Oh, my,” she said. “You got something against older guys?” I blurted, trying to be sly. She laughed out loud. “I’m pretty sure you’re not the older one here,” she said with a chuckle. “Well, if that’s the case . . . please know that I certainly have nothing against older women,” I said. “You are quiet the witty one,” she said with another laugh. Just then the bartender showed up. “You two need anything?” I smiled at Alisha and she just shrugged. “I’ll have another beer and my friend here will have a sangria.” “Coming right up,” the bartender said and hurried away. “So, do you come here often?” I asked Alisha—trying again to be witty. “First time,” she said. “To this bar or to the beach?” “Both,” she said. “My friend Beth and I just up and decided one day that we wanted to take a girls’ vacation . . . just the two of us. Beth’s daughter lives around here. So here we are.” “How’s it been?” “God, we’ve had a blast,” she said, the same time turning to gaze out at the dance floor. “We’re leaving on Sunday, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave. How about you?”

“Spring break,” I said. “Just me and a few buddies living it up before they force us to graduate and go out into the treacherous real world.” “God, if I were you, I’d stay away from that as long as I could.” “Guess that’s why I’m going on to grad school,” I said. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. I’m studying law.” “Wow, sounds exciting.” “How about you . . . what do you do back in the real world?” “Oh, nothing really. I was a mom most of the time. I have a daughter about your age. She’s in college.” “Wow!” I exclaimed. The thought of this woman standing before me having a daughter my age suddenly put things into perspective. The whole milf profile started to take focus. I wondered how I felt about that, standing here talking to this woman, undressing her with my eyes and thinking about doing things to her, the whole time knowing she had a daughter who was my age—god, her lips were so beautiful; I wanted to kiss them; I wanted to taste her mouth. Fuck, knowing that she in fact was a mom just seemed to make the whole situation even hotter. I guess I had my answer. We sat at the bar a long time hanging out together. She was a lot of fun to be with. She was funny and smart, and she seemed to have a free spirit about her. I didn’t feel like there were any pretenses or snootiness about her. In fact, the longer the night went on, the sexier she got. “Well,” she started after a while—she’d just finished her drink—"I think I should be going.” “So soon?” “Yes, unfortunately. But there is something I want to give you before I go.” I could feel a kiss coming my way, maybe her way of thanking me for the conversation. I readied myself for it.

“You don’t have to give me anything . . . a beautiful woman like you hanging out with a poor slob like myself all evening has certainly been enough.” “No, I want to. But you’re gonna have to follow me.” “Really?” “Really,” she answered. She grabbed my hand and started to lead me away from the bar, but not before I slapped down a handful of bills for the tab. The hotel was beachfront, so as soon as we walked outside I could hear the waves crashing the shore. A warm breeze pressed steadily through the air. Before I knew it, we were down the boardwalk and out on the sand. “Where we going?” I heard myself ask as she dragged me along. “Don’t you worry . . . it’s just right over here,” she said. “Here we are,” she said, ushering me over to a secluded little cove. The spot was positioned just right along the edge of the beach in a grove of palms, a place you wouldn’t even notice if you weren’t looking for it. “Wow, this is a really great spot.” “That’s what I thought,” she said, the same time grabbing me tightly and planting her soft lips on mine. God, they felt perfect, thick and soft . . . juicy even. She kissed me hard, pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against me, tasted every inch of her mouth, then went instinctively to her cheeks and neck, kissing all around. I rubbed her ass and she started moaning loudly. I wanted to rip off her clothing and lay her right in the sand. Suddenly she pulled away. “Like I said . . . I want to give you something,” she said with a smile. “A thank you for buying me that drink.” “But—” she slapped a hand over my mouth to silence me and then went quickly to her knees.

She fingered the button on my shorts and then pulled them down, then ripped my underwear away. My hard cock lashed her face as it sprang free. “Oh, my,” she moaned, gazing at my thick dick. I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and so I was as solid as a billiard ball. I could feel it throbbing, and I looked down to see my head swelled up like a plumb. She grabbed it and started working her hand up and down my long shaft. “You are so fucking big,” she said, wide-eyed. “Guess it’s been a while,” I said. “Well, I can fix that.” I watched her angle my cock upwards and then bury her mouth against my sack. I thought I was gonna explode right there. But I held my ground. The muscles in my abdomen tightened as she tongued and kissed my balls. “So fucking beautiful,” I heard her whisper in the shadows. She peeked up. “It’s been a while for me too . . . I’m a little out of practice,” she said. “Oh, no . . . you’re doing just fine,” I said. She stroked my head and continued licking my balls. Christ, I had a load built up, and I new she was going to take a blow of her own if she kept this going for very long. I peeked down to watch her drag her tongue along the underside of my shaft, all the way to the tip of my head where she fluttered her tongue in my little hole. Chills rippled across my body. “Fuuuuuuck,” I screamed, feeling every muscle in my body tighten as her tongue worked its magic on the head of my cock. “Do you like it?” she asked with a smile. “Do you have to ask,” I said. “Just so you know, back at home I’m a Sunday school teacher who’s never done anything like this in her life,” she said with a bashful giggle.

“If you say so,” I said. I was thinking to myself if she was a Sunday school teacher then I might be right now finding a new religion of my very own. Suddenly she took my head into her hot mouth and I peeked down to see her thick lips wrapped tightly around my solid dick. “Oh god . . . oh fuck . . . oh god,” I moaned as she worked her hot mouth up and down. “If I had known you were gonna do this, I would have bought that drink sooner.” She fingered my balls while she choked on my cock, her sweet mouth giving it everything she had. I was a pretty big boy, but Alisha was taking it like a champ kneeling there in the sand. The ocean crashed and the wind picked up a little, blowing my hair back off my forehead. I thought I heard voices on the beach, but I sure didn’t mind if they didn’t. I peeked back down to watch her head bobbing on my long shaft. She could only go down about halfway before she started to gag, so she focused on sucking my head and jerking the middle my shaft at the same time. “Oh, fuck . . . you’re gonna make me cum . . . I hope you’re ready for this,” I blurted. “Uhhhummmuhh,” she moaned as she sucked me, her mouth full of dick. Her hand jerked and jerked and I could feel it smashing against my balls. “Oh motherfucker . . . god, this is the best blowjob I’ve ever had,” I heard myself say, my dick raging in her slick mouth. I watched her pull away and rub my cock all over her lips and mouth and nose, watched her slap herself in the face with it before plunging the head back into her mouth. Those sweet lips had been what had attracted me to her in the first place, and now, watching them slide up and down on my dick had my whole body ready to blast into outer space. Fuck, this Sunday school milf certainly knew how to suck dick, no matter how long she said it had been. She grabbed a handful of my balls and squeezed gently as she worked her mouth on the head of my fat cock. My dick was so hard I felt like I could break concrete with it, like it was a fucking jack hammer ready to turn the asphalt streets into gravel.

I peeked down to watch her pretty face in the moonlight. Those big lips of hers were stretched thin and there was slobber spurting out at the corners of her mouth. Then suddenly she paused and pulled away. “I just wanted to tell you that I’ve had a wonderful evening with you,” she said, still jerking me with her hand—I could barely move. “And I know that after tonight we’ll probably never see each other again. So I want you to me. I want you to what I’m about to do to you, so that when you go back home and you finish up college, you can think back on your spring break and have only the greatest memories . . . will you do that for me?” “Fuck yeah . . . no problem. I won’t ever forget this,” I said, the words coming out as more of a moan. “Good. Then I’m gonna make you cum now,” she said. Her words alone could have made me blow my load, but I fought it back and just watched as she pushed her mouth down on me. She went halfway again, but this time she didn’t gag, and she didn’t stop. She took the whole big thing into her throat, held it there for a moment and then slid slowly back up to my head where she went to town. She sucked and sucked, slurped my head like it was a popsicle while she jerked my shaft. My balls felt so heavy I thought they were gonna drag me to the ground. “Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . oh fuck,” I screamed as she worked her hot mouth on my dick, those pretty lips rolling on my fat head as she sucked me up and down. And that was it. I knew I couldn’t take anymore watching her there in the sand. Her mouth was just too good. She started to speed her pace, and I could feel my dick stretching against her cheeks, diving deeper into her throat, back and forth, up and down, her head bobbing like a machine. “Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . I’m gonna cum . . . oh fuck,” I blurted, watching that pretty mouth making love to my dick. And then that was it. I couldn’t take anymore. I was as hard as I had ever been. My balls felt like they were gonna explode. And she started jerking and sucking me like she’d been doing it all her life, like she wasn’t any kind of Sunday school teacher that I ed. “Oh baby . . . oh baby . . . oh baby,” I cried, feeling it all building up, knowing

that at any moment I was gonna give her a load she’d never forget. And then there it was, like a fucking volcano exploding in the night sky, my cock stiff as a board and her soft mouth just gulping down every inch. And I felt the cum blast into her mouth like I was feeding her a garden hose. My whole body tensed, and the muscles in my abdomen flexed like stones, and she sucked me like she loved it, like she couldn’t get enough. And as soon as she tasted that hot cum, I felt her squeeze my balls so hard I thought I was gonna blow her head off. Then she pulled her mouth away, the cum spurting from the corners, all over her lips, and she jerked my cock like a savage, the whole time smiling, the whole time taking great gobs of my seed like it was all she’d ever wanted. I watched the cum spew from the end of my dick in a torrent, covering her nose and eyes, all over her face, and I pushed myself so hard into her hand that it about knocked her over. I watched her aim for her mouth, watched the cum shoot onto her tongue, watched her use my wand to smear it all around her lips. She jerked again, and I shot another huge wad into her brown hair. I peeked down to see her covered in my jizz, watched her laughing softly as she finished jerking me off. And then I collapsed to my knees. Just like that. Like I was light as a feather again. Afterwards I walked her back to the street and we parted ways, like two strangers who’d had a little bit of fun and were probably never gonna see one another again. When I got back to my room, I took a shot of whisky and then lay in my bed reliving the entire evening. It was the best fucking blowjob I’d ever had. And I knew I wasn’t gonna forget it. The next day I didn’t wake up till noon. By then all the guys were back in the room. Joey was eating a donut and Mike was downing a glass of seltzer. Steve was still ed out. “So what the fuck did you get into?” Joey asked. I thought about telling him. Sure, that was what we did, shared our adventures with one another like guys usually do. But then for some reason I couldn’t. It was like I needed to preserve this one, like I didn’t wanna share it with anybody. It was all mine, and I kind of wanted to keep it that way.

“Oh, nothing,” I said instead. “Just got drunk at the bar . . . watched the hoes on the dance floor . . . went home with a sore cock,” I said. “How about you guys. How was the superstar stripper?” “Fuck, you wouldn’t even believe me if I told you,” Mike chimed in. After that he went on to tell me how he had made out with one of the girls after the place closed, how he had even got a finger into her snatch—he offered to let me smell his finger, but I ed. Later that evening I decided to spend a little time alone on the beach. We were planning to depart for home in the morning, and I just wanted to get away for a little while to enjoy the beauty of the ocean, maybe reflect on last night’s events and think about the future. I walked down by the water and spread a towel on the sand, then kicked off my shoes and let the waves crash onto my toes. The sun wasn’t down yet, but it was getting late, so there weren’t as many people out as there had been during the day. I watched a guy throwing a frisbee to his dog. Two kids were playing tag. And a group of boys were flying a kite. I lay back and closed my eyes, found myself dreaming about Alisha . . . it was mostly her soft mouth that I thought about. “Well imagine that,” a voice suddenly called out. I glanced up to see Alisha standing there, like a dream, hands on her hips. “Just like that, we meet again,” she said. It was an awkward moment at first, seeing her so soon after we’d been together just a few hours ago, doing what we did in the shadows of the beach. I mean, what do you say to someone in a situation like this? Oh, hi . . . that sure was a great blowjob you gave me last night. “Hey. How are you?” I asked instead. “I didn’t think I’d see you again,” she said. She was standing there in a black bikini, her hefty titties bulging in the tight top. “I guess the world is a lot smaller than we thought,” I said. “Guess so. Mind if I sit down?”

“No, not at all,” I said, making room on the towel for her to sit next to me. She sat down and we were quiet for a moment, just the two of us sitting there staring out at the open water. The ocean was calm and the waves broke easily on the shore in soft whispers. In the distance I could see a couple of fishing boats bobbing on the horizon. A gull screeched overhead. “That was really something last night,” she said after a few moments. “I know,” I said. “The best present a guy could ask for.” I turned to gaze into her pretty blue eyes. She smiled. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” she said. “Really?” I said. “I thought we were just two ships ing in the night?” “I suppose so. But I didn’t think I would go away so hungry.” “So hungry?” I blurted, the same time feeling the blood rush to my head—man, I’d given her a huge load. How could she still be hungry? “Like as in you still want—” “Jeez,” she said, cutting me off. “I don’t want to sound so . . . so sluttish.” “No . . . you don’t . . . I mean, I’d never judge you like that,” I said. “It’s just after spending time with you last night . . . and getting to experience that,” she said, motioning at my crotch. “Look,” she blurted. “I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I mean, I know I wanted to give you what I did as a gift . . . but fuck—” “Look, I understand,” I said, cutting her off this time. “But we still have time. Maybe our ships can two nights in a row,” I said with a shrug. Just then she slapped her mouth onto mine. We kissed for a long while sitting there on the beach towel, her thick lips sliding across mine, our tongues twirling softly together. I explored her mouth easily, feeling the way her tongue fluttered and darted, tasting a hint of pina colada. “I have my room,” she whispered between kisses. “Beth won’t be back for a few

hours . . . she’s shopping with her daughter.” She kissed me again. “Maybe you wanna go?” “Yes,” I whispered. “That would be nice,” I said, kissing her lips before going to her cheeks and face. I nuzzled my nose in the warmth of her neck. My cock was throbbing. When we reached her door, we whirled into the hotel room in a frenzy. She ripped my T-shirt over my head while I untied her bikini top. Her titties fell heavily against her ribs and I stood staring at them in amazement, soaking in the contrast of where her tanned skinned stopped and the whiteness of her breasts shined. I went at her like a man, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth and battering it with the tip of my tongue. She released a soft moan as I stepped out of my shorts and my stiff cock sprang free. I pulled back and peeked down to see a thin strip of hair above her pussy. Her fat clit poked through her lips and was the size of the tip of my pinky. I laid her gently to the mattress and kissed her mouth and face, allowed my tongue to drift down to her titties. I took my time with each of her nipples, licking and suckling them softly, listening eagerly as her quiet moans filled the room. Her titties were big and natural, with areolas the size of half-dollars and nipples that stood at attention like two hard soldiers. I fluttered my tongue on each of them. “God, you’re making me so wet,” she whispered. I kissed all around her breasts, rubbed my face all over her warm skin, then kissed my way down to her bellybutton. Gooseflesh raised on her skin as I dragged my lips across her stomach. I spread her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs, the sweet scent of her pussy wafting into my nose. I peeked down to see her spread for me, her slick, pink flesh glistening in the light. Her clit was huge . . . definitely the size of the tip of my pinky. I kissed all around her pussy, the softness of her flesh sliding easily against my lips as I held her open. I went slowly to her clit, kissing it in soft pecks before moving down and sliding my tongue into her wet opening. She released a loud moan as my tongue jutted inside of her.

I made love to her with my mouth, French kissing her pussy with my hard tongue. The deeper I pushed it in, the more I fluttered against her g-spot, the louder her moans became. I peeked up to see her gripping the sheets, her body arched against the bed like she was having a difficult time holding herself down. “Oh, god . . . oh, god . . . it feels so good,” she cried as my tongue went back to her fat clit. I sucked her hard and then released, fluttered her with the tip of my tongue. “Oh fuuuuuck,” she cried out. “You’re gonna make me cum like that,” she moaned. Then I started lapping her, sliding my tongue up and down the length of her slit, fluttering on her swollen clit before diving into her entrance again. I sucked her juices, pushed my tongue deep into her cunt, fluttered against her g-spot. “Oh yes . . . oh, yes . . . oh, yes . . . right there . . . right there,” she cried, grabbing my hair and forcing me to concentrate on that one spot. I drove my tongue into her and then returned to her clit, battered it with my tongue as she cried out. “Oh, god . . . oh, fuck . . . oh, yeeeesss,” she screamed as I sucked her fat clit, munching her pussy like it was a bowl of fruit. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she called out. I fluttered my tongue faster, bashing her fat clit with the soft tip. “I’m cuuuuuming,” she screamed, the same time bucking my mouth hard as she pumped her pussy against my tongue. I planted my mouth down over her clit, twirled my tongue like I was French kissing her mouth. “Ahhhhhhh,” she screamed, bucking me over and over like a wild woman, her whole body flopping against the bed as she rode the waves of her orgasm. I drove my tongue into her, explored her g-spot as she humped my mouth. “Uh . . . uh . . . uh . . . oh, baby . . . oh, baby,” she cried out as she gripped my hair, as she forced me to fuck her with my mouth. When she was finished, I rose up and wiped her juices from my mouth, peeked

down to see her wet pussy all swollen from the orgasm. She rolled around on the bed, closed her legs and seemed to bask in the pleasure of the moment. I stood above her stroking my long hard cock. All night I had been thinking about this, had been thinking about what I would do to Alisha if I ever had a second chance, and here we were, this beautiful milf lying naked on the bed, her sweet body twitching from the orgasm I’d just given her. But it couldn’t stop here. We’d come too far, and now I had to have it all. “Get on your knees,” I demanded. She peeked up at me with a grin. “Whatever you say,” she said, the same time rolling over and going on her hands and knees, pressing her round ass out at me. God, her ass was beautiful. I peeked down to watch her push her pussy out so I could see her long red slit, the brown star of her asshole shining up at me. God, how I’d love to get into that, I thought to myself. I stroked my dick, watching her titties hang down, and then as she smiled over her shoulder while I positioned myself behind her. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, lubricating myself with her sweet juices. Her body shuddered each time I rubbed her fat clit. Then I pushed my head into her opening, and she let out a soft moan. I pushed it deeper, felt her pussy lips tighten on my shaft. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” I said. She peeked over her shoulder and showed me a smile. Before I knew it, I was going at her in long strokes, my long cock sliding easily in and out with the help of her slick lube. I pumped it deeper, grabbing her hips to help with leverage as I drove my cock into her tight pussy. “Oh . . . my . . . god,” she cried out. “I think you’re gonna make me cum again.” I fucked her harder, felt my balls slapping her clit with each stroke, felt her lips rolling on my girth as I drove it in and out. “Oh, god . . . yes . . . yes . . . yes,” she screamed. “I’m cumming again . . .

ahhhhhhh,” she cried out as my cock swelled and bottomed out deep inside her. I went like a machine, like a jack hammer determined to reach the center of the earth, pounding that sweet pussy like I didn’t have a care in the world, my fat head stretching her more with each hard stroke. “Cuuuuuuummmiiing,” she cried out. I could feel her juices flowing. She was so wet I hardly had to move to keep the momentum going. It was like I was on automatic pilot, an engineer on a train barreling down the tracks, my hard cock digging so deeply that I thought I could split her in half. “Oh . . . my . . . god . . . it’s so big . . . so big, baby . . . you’re making me cum . . . over and over again . . . I’m cumming so hard . . . so good,” she screamed, as I lay a hand flat against the small of her back, as my heavy balls slapped her clit with each hard stroke. It was like I was flying . . . soaring . . . so far into the atmosphere that I might never return to earth. I pounded her. Steadily. I peeked down to watch her tight lips turning on my thick shaft, her white cum lubricating me more and more. I was so deep in her. She was so tight on me. I couldn’t take it. “Cummmmming,” she screamed, pushing her pussy against me so that we were in an interminable rhythm, just the two of us alone in the universe, soaring so high we might disappear into space. And that was all I could take. Her tight milf pussy was just too much. I was more swollen than I’d ever been in my entire life. I was deeper into the pussy than I had ever been before. My balls slapped her hard. Every muscle in my body went tense. I feared that I might hurt her, but she just kept on pushing . . . and so did I, driving that hard cock so fast that I could feel the heat from our friction. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed, pushing it deep and holding it against her for a moment. I pulled back, pushed it in again. “Take it baby . . . take it,” I cried out. “Every drop is yours baby . . . every drop,” I screamed as I pounded it in. My balls exploded, and I felt the cum gush out of the end of my dick, filling her pussy with my hot cum. “Take it . . . take it . . . take it,” I called out. “I’m cummmming . . . oh my god . . . I’m cumming again,” she screamed as I

bottomed out deep inside her, as every drop of my seed poured into her slick tight pussy. “Still going . . . still going . . . still going,” I chanted as the cum continued to pour. And then like that I was done, and I stood there with my dick buried deep inside her, my balls sucked up tight in my sack as they delivered the last of their load. I had never been so swollen, so wide, so hard inside a woman, and I couldn’t move. It was like we were knotted up, and my dick wouldn’t deflate. I just sat there on my knees, feeling the warmth of her ass against my stomach as I waited for it to go soft. When it was all over, we lay together in the bed until we fell asleep. It was nearly midnight when I awoke. “That was wonderful,” she said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, making her blush. I rolled over and gave her hug, and before I knew it she was stroking my cock again. I think about my time with Alisha often. Our paths have never crossed again. They probably never will. It’s funny how something like that can happen, how you can spend that kind of time with someone only to have them disappear from your life. It was a one-night stand. I get it. Just two ships ing in the night. But it sure did make my last spring break memorable. I get the feeling it made her time at the beach memorable too. And that’s pretty cool to think about.

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