A Day at the Beach with Kylie

It was the summer of 2008, the week of the 4th of July, Independence Day in the United States. I was had been talked into going on vacation with a couple of friends on a little island off the coast of Carolina. The island is often secluded even during the tourist season, making it easy to spend an entire day at the beach without seeing anyone else, which was precisely why we went. My friends, Daniel and Amy, a married couple, always preferred the laid-back, relaxing atmosphere of a deserted beach. An atmosphere perfect for day-drinking.

Early in the week, a few days before the 4th, Daniel and I had dug a vast, deep hole in the sand, large enough for four people to sit in, and so deep the walls were over our heads when we sat down. It was a place where we could escape the wind if it was bad, and conveniently it made smoking a lot easier. The week was going nicely. We were camping, so days and nights were spent at the beach, mostly drinking.

On the morning of the 4th, Amy's sister, Kylie, and her family came to spend a couple of days with us. Kylie was married and had two kids, the whole group showed up as I was getting out of my morning shower. I had no idea they were coming until they showed up, not that I cared, as long as the kids didn't interfere with my drinking. Hell, watching Kylie at the beach in a bikini all day for a couple of days sounded wonderful. We all went to breakfast and caught up a little before going to the beach, much like every other morning. After we set up the coolers, chairs, and umbrellas, everyone just went about doing their own thing.

It was about noon when Daniel and I were smoking a joint in the hole. Amy came over and asked to speak to him. Daniel was gone for a few minutes. When he returned, he told me that Amy was taking the kids back to the campground for a nap so Kylie could have some free time. I looked down the beach and saw Kylie wandering in the surf, looking for shells. Her husband was lying on a beach towel, possibly asleep. Daniel and I finished the joint, and we each lit a cigarette. Before we could finish, Kylie's husband came over to the hole and asked Daniel if he could give him a ride to the village to pick up something. I wasn't really paying attention. They asked if I'd like to ride along, and I declined, preferring to sit alone watching the breakers and, of course, Kylie.

I figured I'd have about an hour before anyone bothered me, so I decided to drink a cold beer and smoke another joint. When I left the hole to go to the cooler, I noticed Kylie was meandering back. I sat back in the hole, opened my beer, took a swallow, and began rolling a joint. I was excited about being alone, listening to the tide, and enjoying a beer while getting high. Camping with a couple on a small island for a week didn't leave much alone time, I'm sure they felt the same way. I finished rolling the joint and was about to light it when Kylie sat beside me on the sand bench of the hole. She sat so close her hip brushed mine, I wasn't expecting her to join me, and she startled me a little.

"Where is everyone?" she asked?

"Amy took the kids back to the campground to take a nap, and Daniel took, uh... your husband into the village for something," I told her, lighting the joint.

Kylie laughed, "My husband?" she asked, "You don't even know his name, do you?"

I had known Kylie for several years now, and in all of that time I had only met her husband once or twice. I really didn't know his name or the names of her kids. Until now, I didn't care, we weren't especially close, but for some reason, I felt like an ass because I didn't know. "I'm high, I just forgot," I told her, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah, I'm sure. How long have they been gone?" she asked.

I blew out a cloud of smoke, "Uh, I guess Amy left about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes ago, and Daniel just got out of sight right before you sat down. They're probably at the car by now," I told her.

So, we've got a while before anyone comes back," she said, matter of factly.

"I guess. You want a hit?" I asked, holding the joint out for her.

"You know I don't smoke," she said, giggling, as she took the joint from me.

Kylie took a long pull on the joint and started coughing. "Are you gonna take it back?" she asked when she finally stopped coughing.

I took the joint from Kylie; I hadn't been paying attention because I was trying not to look at her too much. Kylie was wearing a rather revealing bikini, and she had a stunning body, especially for a woman with two kids. I'd always had a thing for her. Basically, I just wanted to fuck her from the moment I met her. I knew there was this sexual tension between us, and I assumed she felt it too, as well as everyone around us. "Thanks," I said before hitting the joint again.

Kylie noticed I wasn't looking at her. "Are you trying not to look at me?" she asked, laughing a little.

"I, uh... yeah, I guess...." I replied.

She started laughing harder before taking the joint from me just after I hit it again. I wasn't expecting that either. I looked over at her as she hit the joint and was quickly distracted by her tits. Kylie had terrific breasts, and they were good-sized C-cups, round and firm. They couldn't have looked better than they did now in her bikini top that barely held them unless, of course, they were exposed. She handed the joint back and exhaled. "Why don't you want to look at me? Did I do something?" she asked.

"No. It's nothing," I replied quickly before taking another pull on the joint.

Kylie punched me in the arm. "Don't do that, asshole! I'm not one of your little bitches you can just blow off by saying anything," she said.

I couldn't finish my pull on the joint. I busted out laughing, which caused me to cough. When I caught my breath, I looked over at Kylie, "Honestly?" I asked.

"You wanna get hit again? Yeah, honestly," she replied.

"In that case, weed makes me horny," I told her, putting the joint back to my lips.

"That's it?" she asked.

"Well, yeah," I said, after blowing out my smoke and handing the joint back to her.

"No, I'm good," she said, pushing my hand away. Stacy got a quizzical look on her face. "You know," she said, pausing for effect. "I've seen you smoke a lot of weed over the years. I don't think I've ever seen you horny. So, does the pot make you horny, or do I?"

"If you've never seen me horny, then I guess neither," I replied, laughing.

"You know what I mean."

"Well, I guess it's a combination of both. Weed does make me horny, but...." I trailed off, trying to stop the conversation.

I put the joint out to save the rest for later and grabbed my beer. "But?" Kylie asked before I could take a sip.

I put the bottle to my lips and started drinking, trying to buy time. Kylie punched me in the arm again, harder this time, "Quit stalling. But what?" she asked.

After I swallowed, I had to laugh. "Ok, ok..." I said, trying to stop laughing, "it's like this. Weed doesn't make me horny per se, but smoking weed in situations like this makes me horny when I probably wouldn't be if I weren't smoking," I told her.

"And what kind of situation is this?" she asked.

"Being alone and so close to you, you're hot, and neither of us is wearing much. Being high and looking at your body right now, with no one else around, is making me kinda horny," I said, looking away from her again.

"So, basically, if we weren't alone, you wouldn't be horny because if someone else were here, there'd be no chance of us having sex," she said.

"Yeah, I guess that sounds about right. I mean, I know it's crazy since we'd never have sex anyway, and it's just...." I said.

Kylie put her hand on my crotch, feeling my semi-erect cock through my board shorts. "You're not very hard," she said.

"I'm trying to hold back. You're not helping very much," I told her.

"How long has it been since you last had sex?" she asked.

"About three weeks. What about you?" I asked, looking over at her.

Kylie had pulled the waistband of her bikini bottoms out and was looking down at her pussy. "It's been a while for me, too," she said as she looked back at me.

I was staring down at her bald pussy. It looked better than I could have imagined. "You like it? Will that help you get harder?" she asked.

"I... uh..." I stuttered; I didn't know what to say, but yeah, I could definitely feel the blood rushing to my crotch.

She looked back down at her pussy. "I thought I would have gotten some sand in my bottoms, but it looks clean," she said.

"Yeah, it looks good," I told her.

Kylie let go of her waistband causing it to snap back against her toned body. "How quick can you be?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked before finishing my beer.

"If it's been a few weeks, you'll be quick to cum, right?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, maybe. What about you?" I asked.

"Don't worry about me. I'll cum before you're all the way inside me. We might not have much time. C'mon," she said, grabbing me by the hand and getting up.

"Where are we going?" I asked, getting up and following her.

"On the other side of the dunes in case anyone comes back," she said.

We went across the dune, putting us in a valley between two sets of dunes. The wind wasn't nearly strong between them. When we got to the bottom, Kylie turned so that her back was to me and immediately pulled down her bikini bottom. She bent over, putting her hands on her knees. "Hurry up," she said.

I stared in amazement at Kylie's perfectly shaped ass as I untied my board shorts and let them fall to the sand. My cock sprang out, fully hard now. I put a hand on Kylie's pussy, splitting her pussy lips with a finger. She was already very wet. "I'm ready, hurry up, trust me, I'm wet enough," she told me.

I grabbed my cock and stepped behind Kylie. I had to bend my knees a little to get my dick between her pussy lips. I pushed forward a little and felt her pussy hole expand around the throbbing helmet of my hard cock. Once I was firmly in her a couple of inches, I put my hands on her hips and tried to thrust into her. She was a lot tighter than I expected her to be, and I had to adjust my stance and pull her back by the hips as I thrust forward. Kylie grunted then moaned as I impaled her on my cock. "I wasn't expecting you to be so big," she said, sounding out of breath.

"I wasn't expecting you to be so tight," I told her.

We both got a better balance, and I eased out of her slowly before slamming back into her hard. I picked up my speed a little, but I knew I couldn't last much longer in her tight hole. "I'm getting close. Where do you want me to cum?" I asked.

"In me!" Kylie yelled, panicked, "We can't risk you getting it on me or my bathing suit. Someone might see it. Do you wanna cum in my mouth or in my pussy?" she asked.

I didn't answer her. I tightened my grip on her hips and drove my cock into her as hard as I could one last time as I flooded her vaginal canal with three weeks' worth of sperm. "Goddamn, you've got an amazing pussy," I said as my cock throbbed inside of her.

"Thanks, your dick is pretty nice, too," she said.

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Yeah, like I told you I would. Before you were all the way in me, I came," she said, pulling away and standing up.

Kylie bent over and picked up her bikini bottoms. "Go to the top of the dune and see if anyone is coming," she said.

"Aren't you going to put those on and come with me?" I asked.

"Just go!" Kylie said, pointing to the top of the dune.

I pulled up my board shorts, tying them as I climbed the dune. When I reached the top, no one was in sight, so I turned and went back down the dune. Kylie just stood at the bottom, watching me. She was still holding her bikini bottom. "Did you see anyone?" she asked.

"No, we're good."

"Can you go again?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just need a little break. Can I go get the joint?" I asked.

"Hurry up. I wanna cum again before anyone gets back," she said.

I hurried back up the dune, wishing she had mentioned she wanted to fuck again before I went to the top the first time. I got the joint and was back with Kylie in less than a minute. "Hey, dumb question, but are you on birth control?" I asked, putting the joint to my lips and lighting it.

"Nope," she replied, nonchalantly.

"What the hell, Kylie!" I yelled.

Kylie laughed. "It'll be ok. I'll fuck Vic tonight, and if I get preggers, so what," she said, turning her palms up and shrugging her shoulders.

"That's kinda fucked up," I said after blowing out smoke.

She handed me her bikini bottoms and got on her knees in front of me. Kylie untied my board shorts and let them fall to the sand. I was still half-hard, leaking cum, and my cock sprang out at her face. I kept smoking my joint as Kylie took my cock into her mouth. She used her tongue on the back of my dick head, teasing my foreskin. I couldn't help myself. I put her bikini bottoms to my nose and took as deep of a breath as I could after hitting the joint. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating. I blew my smoke through her pussy-wet crotch. Between the weed and the slow blowjob, I was hard again. Kylie leaned back, letting my cock slide out of her mouth with a pop. She lifted her bikini top, letting her perky tits bounce free. "I'll ask you again since I'm not on birth control. Do you want to cum in my mouth or in my pussy?" she asked.

"You want to cum, too, right?" I asked.

Kylie just nodded. "Your pussy. Definitely, your pussy," I told her.

"It's not going to bother you that I'm not on birth control?" she asked.

"If you don't care, why should I," I asked.

"Exactly," Kylie said, standing up.

She turned around and bent over again. I wasted no time getting behind her again and positioning my cock inside her open love slit. She was a little looser now, and fucking my own sloppy seconds was a bit of a turn-on. Her pussy was wetter than any woman I'd ever known. I started fucking her hard and fast again, really pounding on her pussy. Her cunt was drenched and noisy. After about ten thrusts into her, Kylie tried looking back at me. "Hurry up. I've already gotten off again. We need to get back before anyone else does. You want me to play with your balls?" she asked.

"Yeah, that'll help," I said.

Kylie reached between her legs and grabbed my balls. Not three thrusts later, I exploded, pumping sperm deep into her sex duct. I shot at least four more good pumps into her. "Ok," Kylie said, letting go of my balls, "we need to get back. We've been gone too long."

Kylie took a step forward, pulled herself off my cock, and stood up. Kylie turned around, grabbed her bikini bottoms from my hand, then bent over and stepped into them. She pulled them up, hiding her well-fucked, sperm-drenched cunt. After pulling her top back over her tits, she walked over to the dune. Kylie didn't look back. She yelled out, "Wait a few minutes before you come back in case someone sees it won't look so suspicious."

I picked up my board shorts and put them back on. The little bit of the joint I had left had blown away, and I forgot about it while I was fucking Kylie. I waited for what felt like about five minutes and walked back over the dune. Kylie was sitting in the hole, drinking a beer. I got a beer from the cooler, went into the hole, and sat beside her. "Well, we beat everyone," I said.

"Yeah, but I think that's Amy," she said, nodding her head down the beach.

I looked, in the distance, there were three people, it probably was Amy and the kids. "It'll take them a few minutes to get her," I told her.

"Yeah. Time to be a mom again," she said.

"Are you messy?" I asked.

"Check," she said, turning up her beer and lifting her hips.

I stuck my hand into Kylie's bikini bottom, and her pussy was soaked with pussy juices and my cum. "You're a mess," I told her.

"It happens," Kylie said with a shrug. "Are you gonna judge me and think I'm a bad mom when I go play with my kids with a sloppy pussy after what I let you do to me?" she asked, looking at me as seriously as I'd ever seen her.

"Of course not," I told her.

"Good. What about when Vic gets back. Are you going to think I'm a dirty, cheating whore when I go kiss him on the lips, after having your cock in my mouth, and while your sperm are still in my cunt?" she asked.

"Well..." I said, stalling.

"We're running out of time. Say it," Kylie demanded.

"Well, I don't think you're a whore, but honestly, I guess it would make you a dirty, cheating slut," I said.

"Good, we're finally on the same page. Meet me on the beach tonight after midnight," she said, handing me her empty beer bottle and standing up to leave the hole. She looked back over her shoulder as she left, "And bring a bottle of rum."

Not a minute later, Kylie played in the sand with her kids, and Amy was in the hole, being unusually suspicious about what Kylie and I had been talking about.