My Summer Vacation 2020 Part 2(of 3) free porn video

Arriving on the island always makes me very happy because I simply love Martha’s Vineyard.

If you read my 2019 July entry, you’ll know I have fun here but, as we set up camp this time, I thought it was only half as full as last year. We were supposed to be meeting a couple from a website we use but they couldn't make it for some unknown reason. I decided they were either fake, a single male, or victims of the Covid paranoia. Whatever, after three years of conversations, it wasn’t good.

After setting up, we hit the nude beach and began to lose our tan lines. Every day there were different people there but, on each visit, we saw an older gentleman who had a really dark tan, the sort you get from being a regular sunbather. We couldn't truly figure out his nationality but we did know that he was well cooked from the sun and jokingly called him "the guy with the impressive penis.” Not that he did peacock strutting like so many other guys, including one with a huge cock who came over to ask us the time. Oh yeah, right pal, nice try.

For the next four nights, we had romantic walks on the beach, fine food cooked on my awesome camp stove, followed by tent sex. But I was counting the hours to hubby’s departure. Yeah, I know. But it’s My Vacation and, as much as I love and adore him, I need fresh fun and relaxation that I don't get at home. My man hasn't done anything rough or bizarre in years and I love having my mouth fucked accompanied by verbal attention. So, yes, I have issues.

Then came the day — a kiss goodbye and off to the ferry he went.

Before he’d left, I’d scoped out the campground. As I said, it wasn't full but it changed a lot over the next two weeks. There were a lot of families — yuck, that meant children — and a couple across from me seemed cool. But, if they were swingers, it would put you off swinging. They gave me ribs and I gave them half a pie we’d got from the local bakery. That was it.

The nearest campers were a very attractive couple. She was a hot pale blonde with great legs and smile and he was good looking. But the man bun was a put-off. Sorry, no man buns!

Then there was Tommy. He had a hammock and I couldn’t tell what he was doing here. Probably a woodsman or fisherman, something like that. While my husband was still with me, we’d said hello to him and hubby joked to me, “Hey, there’s your tent sex after I'm gone.”

The day hubby left, I went shopping then sat on the beach in Oak Bluffs before biking back to camp where I saw Tommy lying in his hammock eating pizza.

I called to him, “Roughing it, huh?”

He smiled and offered me a slice. I said, “No thank you,” and after a few minutes banter I told him I would be cooking fish and oysters later if he wanted something better.

“I’d love that,” he said and we chatted all the way to sundown when I needed to prepare dinner. That’s when Tommy offered, “Hey, beautiful, want a hit of this joint I’ve rolled?”

“Absolutely,” I said, adding, “I’ve got one rolled for an after-dinner dessert.”

As I took a puff, he asked, “So, where’s your boyfriend?”

“Husband,” I corrected. “He's gone back home.”

“He’s left you all alone?”

“Yes, but I'm fine. Fuck him.”

“No thanks,” Tommy grinned, “I'd rather fuck you.”

“That takes alcohol,” I said and we both laughed.

I needed to clean up before dinner and I told Tommy how I loved the outdoor showers. “Well,” he said, “you’ve sold me on that… I’ll come with you.”

“You can never take enough showers,” I said.

“True. You gotta be clean cause you never know if you’re gonna get close to somebody. Don’t wanna smell.”

On the walk to the shower block, Tommy said he was working on a mason job at a big house in Edgartown and the campsite was the cheapest accommodation available. He’d camped a lot when younger. I also found out he was fifty-four but he looked older.

At the showers, a flip-flop on a rope was being used to indicate the shower was in use. We got in showers next to each other and I got naked before pushing the button which provided thirty-seconds of warm water. It felt awesome and, as I soaped up, I heard water running from next door. “Hey, don't pee in the shower, please,” I yelled.

He laughed. “Too late. Why, has it come over there?”

“No, but it’s gross and rude to the camp people who have to clean up.” I then joked that I knew when my guy peed because it smells due to his diet and medication.

Moments later, Tommy said he wished he could find a hole to spy on me or look under or over the dividing wall.

“If you want to see me naked,” I said, “I’ll wait in here until you’ve got yourself all clean. Then you can peek in. Okay?”

“That’ll be great,” he said. “I’ve nearly finished. Just washing my balls.”

“Do a good job,” I laughed and soon heard the creak of his door.

I was drying when he asked to come in. “If nobody can see you,” I said, “step in and close the door.”

The door swung open and he quickly closed it behind him and said, “Damn!” when I turned around. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Not bad for forty-three and no kids.”

“Wow,” he said. “Oh yes.”

“Right, you’ve had a peek… now get out so I can get dressed.”

I was smiling because he thought it was a big deal to see me naked. On the walk back, he was rather quiet and I said, “Relax, Tommy, I’ve spent the last three days on a nude beach and I’ve been seen by many people. And that’s not mentioning how many have seen nude pictures and stuff. I'm not shy at all.”

He asked where the nude beach was and then said, “I couldn't do that.”

“Why? Are you embarrassed about people seeing your body?”

“I’m not a beach guy and wouldn't feel comfortable. Be nice to look, though,” he grinned. “But I guess that’s not allowed or cool.”

I laughed. “Hey, not every guy is huge. So, don’t worry… it’s okay.”

“Oh no,” he said, “I wouldn't be having that problem.”

“Next shower I get to see you, then.”

He nodded. “ Fair enough.”

While I cooked up two plates of swordfish and oysters, Tommy went to his site and did some stuff but he kept looking across at me. He was like the Marlboro Man, if you’re old enough to remember him. He came over when I waved and he was like a little boy getting a toy.

Tommy was rather cute with a ‘dad body’ but not out of shape. He was a true tradesman, dirty and gruff and stubbled. While we ate, he kept up a conversation and had no problem using sexual innuendos. I love that.

Sitting by the campfire, I said he didn’t need to light his smoke as mine was going. Tommy said he had extra firewood — he was leaving the next day after finishing his job — and said he’d collect it now. “Oh,” he said, getting to his feet, “I also think I have something to contribute to dessert.”

“If you say your cock, we’d better get something else because there won’t be enough for both of us.”

He laughed, shook his head, and came back with the wood — and a bottle of Jack Daniels from his car. “Left it there so the animals don’t get it at night,” he said. “And I’m not gonna drive with it or drive drunk. Relax mom.”

I took a swallow — and gagged a little. I'm not a Jack girl but, hey, it was there and free. We drank, I lit the joint, and we chatted and got pretty wasted by the fire. There was a flash of lightning and Tommy flinched.

“Afraid?” I smirked.

“Just surprised,” he grinned.

“Don’t worry, if it rains you can come into my tent. There’s room.”

“I’ll probably blackout in my car like I’ve done the last couple of nights,” he said and I asked him what he’d been writing last night. It was billing for his client — certainly not a journal like mine.

He was surprised I kept a journal. “You mean like a diary?”

“Yes, sort of. But I like it when other people read my entries because I can’t tell my friends or family about these things.”

“You mean about what your job? Your marriage?”

“No, my lifestyle.”

“Hmm, okay… what lifestyle?”

“I’m a slut,” I said and he spluttered, coughing up some of his Jack.

“You are funny,” he grinned and I told him I was serious.

“Would you like me to read my journal from last year… from this very campsite?”

“Campfire stories,” he said. “Great.”

The bottle was empty, the joint smoked, so I began to read from my phone and noticed him crossing his legs. Yes, he was getting hard. I continued to read until he said, “Wait, you had sex in the showers? Our showers? You cheapened our experience.”

We laughed and Tommy said, “Sounds like you live a fun life,” and I told him about swinging and websites and stuff before thunder rolled followed by lightning.

“Join me in my tent?”

“If you insist,” he said. “I’ll get some clothes.”

“For what?”

He grinned. ”Okay… but how would your husband feel if I fucked the shit out of you in your tent?”

“As long as I don't tell him, or tell him I broke rules, then how will he know? He has no idea about my journal and I’ll likely die with it being my secret.”

Tommy rushed to his car and back and I saw his headlamp shut off before he unzipped the tent and found me kneeling naked, waiting. He kicked off his boots, rezipped the tent and began striping. Finally nude, he asked, "How would this look on the beach?” and lifted his cock.

It was all very nice: a thick cock and a huge set of balls. I smiled and answered, “Not as good as it looks in this tent.”

He sat spreadeagled and a hand went to my head — and my head went to his cock. “Let’s see if I can make that journal,” he said and held me down on his cock while I gagged. He repeated, “Suck it, suck it,” and boy did I?

I was so horny. And wet. And I needed this. So I stunned him by sucking his balls.

“Rules?” he asked.

“No rules,” I said and he grabbed one ankle and pulled me around as if I weighed nothing till my knees were behind his shoulders. They were up very high and, in this sixty-nine position, he ate my pussy and ass like a pro. He jammed fingers in me as I jerked his thick rod. He kept going and I came very hard, getting extremely wet, and he licked all around before slipping a thumb in my ass. I gasped.

“Good girl,” he said and repositioned himself. He motioned for me to climb aboard and I held his cock and guided it inside and rode him, scratching his chest.

“You’re very tight,” he said and kept going until he flipped me into the missionary position and thrust hard while kissing my neck. We were both sweaty and the occasional lightning flash illuminated the tent. It was so erotic and I came again.

Tommy raised my legs to his shoulders and really pounded me. I felt my juices running, soaking the sleeping bag beneath me, and I moaned, “Cum inside me,” which I rarely say.

“No, not yet,” he said and flipped me over again, raising my ass in the air and slid in balls deep. I bit my pillow, trying not to cry out in ecstasy, and he really plunged up and down and I felt a thumb in my ass again.

“Yes, I love sluts,” he gasped and slapped my ass a few times. “Good girl… that’s it…oh yes… yes, yes, yes,” and he pulled out to shoot a huge load over my ass and lower back.

Tommy jerked it all out and I said, “Towel,” as he fell back and threw his shirt at me.

“A little help, please,” I said and he laughed while using the shirt to wipe up his mess.

Eventually, I rolled over and he fondled my breasts and said, “Oh my god, that was great… like porn… great stuff like you read about in stag mags.” I happily crawled over to him and stroked his sticky cock and tasted myself and his cum as he moaned, “Your husband is a lucky guy.”

“Not tonight he isn’t,” I said, my eyes sparkling.

We fucked again before the sun came up and he came in me. It was sex lying on our sides after I woke with his erection pressing on my ass. I rocked back and forth and then helped his cock slip inside my wet pussy. He didn't last as long but it was nice because his girth felt good and filling.

Tommy was tired and the booze was still in our blood, but we enjoyed one more time. I felt his cum dripping out of me as I fell asleep.

I woke to him pulling on his shorts and saying he had to go to work. From his wallet he handed me a business card. “Text, phone, or email. I want to read about this in your journal,” he said and I told him I’d send the link when it was published.

He left to pack and I heard him shout, “Bye, Lindsay,” as he drove away, leaving me lying naked with his semen in me. I rubbed my clit to orgasm thinking about that night and smiled. And slept for another hour.

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Tommy had been a great fuck but I still needed something more before the vacation ended. I had ten days left and eight of them would be alone.

Rain was coming but I decided to stay at the campsite and maybe meet some neighbors or read my book. It was hot and I cooked and cleaned and relaxed, still feeling great from my sexual encounter the night before.

More neighbors came and went and none were interested in me. I heard critters in my site which wound up being skunks. That was the highlight of the next night so noise-canceling headphones got me through that.

The next day was forecast to be a great one so I biked to the bus stop and two hours later I’d made it to Aquinnah and the naturist beach. I walked under a hot sun to the nude side and, as I saw the man with the impressive penis, I knew I was with my people!

This time I said hello to him. Not too far from him was an older man in a chair who watched me undress and put my blanket down between the pair of them. I saw the first man looking as well and I said, “I always know I’ve made it to the naked part when I see you.”

“I’m always the first naked person you come across,” he said and told me that lived in Aquinnah.

I lay down and noticed other couples and singles, mostly men, strip down. Some would peacock for me and watch me swim. I may have been the youngest that day apart from a beautiful woman who I thought was a native American.

Later, I learned she was at the same campground as me but she was too quiet to approach. But, wow, would I like to play with her.

Anyway, when I came out of the water one time, the gentleman asked if I saw any seals or sharks? I figured it was his way of opening a conversation. “No, not this year,” I said and we agreed that there had been more at this time last year.

As I lay down to apply sunscreen, he asked if I needed help. “Hmm, okay, sure,” I said and watched his big uncut monster sway from side to side as he came over.

We finally introduced ourselves by name and Cyril said, “You are incredibly beautiful, Lindsay… you have an incredible body.”

“Oh my god, thank you. And you are—“

He interrupted, “Old and a mess?”

“Not at all,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not that old and I have to admit I love your tan. I've never seen anybody so dark. Are you Hispanic?”

“No, I’m Greek.”

“Oh. But you’re so dark.”

“I come to the beach or go out on the water all summer before going home to Florida. I live in the Keys.”

All this information was offered up while he massaged sunscreen on my back and shoulders. Then the other guy called out, “Cyril, I'm so jealous,” and we all laughed.

Cyril said, “You had your share of beautiful women, George,” and I added that he could apply my sunscreen tomorrow.

“Thank you, you’re amazing,” he said as Cyril finished with the lotion and I suggested a walk up the beach.

Cyril accepted but “not too far as it’s really hot,” and he told me about his life on the island.

“I wish I lived here all year round,” I said and he suggested that maybe I could stay at his place in the fall or spring when he isn’t here.

“I may take you up on that. The beauty of the island and beaches are why I'm here,” I said, occasionally glancing at his cock. It was hard to ignore because it really was that big with low-hanging balls.

I wondered if he saw me looking but he asked, “Who is the man you’re normally with? And where is he?”

“Ah, that’s my husband and he's back at home. He won’t be here for another eight days.”

He asked where I was staying and we discussed camping but didn’t mention my man again which was nice. After a swim, he moved his chair next to mine and George also moved closer.

A few other nudists came and went — some beautiful, some not, and some old some young. It had been a great day and, as the sun dropped lower in the sky, George went in the water then said goodbye.

Cyril said, “I think George jerked off in water because of you,” and then laughed.

I think he was kidding but I drank the last of my water. “I think it's time for me to go, too.”

“No sunset, Lindsay?”

“Not tonight,” I said before running into the water under the watchful eyes of the remaining people. It felt great.

When I got back to my blanket, Cyril was standing and said he’d call it a day, too. We dressed and walked slowly to the bus stop. When he saw that I had to wait, he offered me a ride.

“You don't have a car here do you?”

He pointed: “That’s my house over there?”

There was a Jeep in the drive and Cyril said, “I’ll get my keys.”

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yes, of course. It’s the least I can do after you let me touch your body.”

“Okay,” I said, smiling.

With the roof off, we drove back to my campsite and he asked if I’d be at the beach again tomorrow. “Maybe, but not so early. You?”

But Cyril said, “Do you like boats?”

“Other than the ferry, I haven't been on a boat,” I said. “I’m jealous of all the people who get to be on them.”

“I’ll pick you up at nine in the morning. Will you be ready?”

“For a boat ride?”

“Yes, a boat ride,” he said and I hugged him.

“Nine it is,” I said and ran down the dirt road of the campground, showered, ate, and lay naked in my tent covered in aftersun lotion. I felt great. I used my phone to get online to chat with lovers and potential lovers but the signal was weak. After masturbating with my bullet I had a great sleep.

Early morning, I cleaned my site and hung the sleeping bags on the clothesline to dry and air. I had just enough time to eat, shower, and put on a sundress and shoes to walk down to the road to meet Cyril. I was so excited at this point that, if he tried anything, I’d let him! I’ve been with older and worse, especially at parties, but I wasn't going to be the aggressive one. I just loved the fact I was going boating.

I saw the Jeep as walked down the road and exchanged “Good morning” greetings as I climbed in.

“Let’s get coffee and have some fun,” he said and drove to Oak Bluffs.

Coffee was good and we walked away from the Jeep to a boat slip where he called for a launch. I was imagining a little sailboat — but I was wrong. He had a large sailboat and I thought it was too much for one man to captain. But Cyril gave me a brief history about his Oyster and he told me that he sails back to Florida when he feels it’s time.

When we boarded, he showed me where to sit as he set sail. I was so excited; it was the first time in a while and it was a yacht! We sailed off the island and he gave me a tour of his regular route around Nantucket and back of Block Island.

“Why don't you lay out on the bow?” he asked.

So, I got up, pulled off my sundress, and lay in the sun. He sailed, looking at me, then stopped and lowered a sail which made us just float. From below, he came up with wine, olives and cheese. We clinked glasses and when Cyril finished his drink, he said, “I'm going to join you,” and promptly dropped his shorts.

I saw he was semi-erect and I have to admit it was already a very large cock. His balls were also huge like other older men I’ve known and, with the sun bright and the water sparkling blue, I was so happy.

I had a slight wine buzz when the conversation suddenly turned. “I’m so glad my nudity doesn't bother you,” Cyril said.

“Not at all. I wish I tanned like you but I burn.”

“Oh, sunscreen,” he said and went below for a bottle “Can I have the honor of putting it on you again?”

“You’re the captain,” I said, laying on my stomach with my ass arched a little as he came behind me.

“Yes, I am… I am the very lucky, very happy captain.” He began to rub in the lotion. “It doesn’t bother you that a strange man is rubbing lotion on you?”

“It’s not the first and it won’t be the last, I'm sure.”

I explained a little about my lifestyle and Cyril said, “Good, I wouldn't want your husband being mad at me for taking you sailing.”

“I haven't told him yet, but I don't care. I'm on vacation.”

“Can I go lower?” he suddenly asked.

I nodded. “Yes, as I said, you’re the captain.”

He smeared sunscreen over my ass. “This is an amazing ass.”

I thanked him for the compliment and he worked down my legs and also applied lotion my feet. When he eventually paused, I simply lay there glistening.

“Turn over, I must do the other side,” he said then squirted oil on my chest. I stared at him as he rubbed my breasts and my nipples got hard. I also got a little wet when he went to my stomach. It was then I told him about an occasion on Cape Cod when a guy used sunscreen as lube.

“Why? Was his cock as big as mine?”

“No, but he took my ass and needed lube. He was above average.”

Cyril asked what it had been like. “Exhilarating, but it was a long time ago in my thirties.”

Cyril worked on my thighs and I said, “I could get used to this, Captain,” as he soaked my ankles and then spread my legs.

Looking at my vagina, he smiled and said, “That looks good enough to eat.”

Running his hands up my legs, he cupped my ass and pulled me toward him. Of course, my legs went over his shoulders and he went to work, licking and sucking from my clit to my ass. He worshipped my sex as if in church and he got me off within two minutes. But he didn't stop. Instead, he went deeper and licked and nibbled on me till he put fingers inside my wet channel. He combined them with his tongue then inserted a digit in my ass and licked and fingered me to another orgasm. That time I cried out loud as I came.

I was so wet, so horny, and I didn't care. I looked at his vast cock and begged, “Please,” a few times before he brought it to my head. I drew back his foreskin and put the bulbous head between my lips. It was like putting a plum in my mouth except it tasted salty.

As I tried to fit it all in my mouth, it got harder but not completely solid. He let me suck him and play with his giant balls in the sun for something like fifteen minutes. Then he stood and said, “We need to head back.”

I wondered if I’d done something wrong, disappointed him somehow. Or did he feel odd because he didn’t get rock hard? Maybe it was simply time for him to go. I didn’t know.

We sailed back naked and I stood beside him, discussing wine and the island. He asked what I was doing for dinner — something I thought strange as it was only 1pm.

“No plans,” I said and he mentioned a place in his neighborhood that I was hoping to visit with my husband. It’s a beautiful place to eat, very expensive, and reservations are not easy to come by.

“So dinner there tonight?”

“Oh, yes please,” I said and we walked to the Jeep. He dropped me off and said that he’d bed back at six. “Great… till then, my Captain.”

My head was still filled with what and why he didn't let me finish him off? Perhaps it was an age thing. Anyway, I let it go because I enjoyed his company, sex or no sex.

I wore the dress I’d bought in Provincetown. I’d spent way too much on it but I was hoping to wear if hubby and I actually got reservations here on the last night before going home. But, being honest, I was looking forward far more to this dinner.

I walked carefully to the road and Cyril was waiting in the Jeep. He was dressed all in white and beige, set more for a Jimmy Buffet concert than this dinner. But he still looked classy and it was obvious that he had money, lived there, and owned a boat.

The compliments didn't stop as we drove to the Inn for our romantic night out. I took a bag with me, carrying enough to see me through to the morning in case this went somewhere. I’d decided since he was spending a lot of money and time on me, that if he tried something I would comply.

He had me on his arm when we entered and were escorted to our table outside facing the sunset. He ordered wine way out of my price range and it tasted fabulous.

We talked about his life and adventures and he waved acknowledgment at other diners. I felt special and thought I looked amazing. Cyril had to know I was his by now and when I leaned in for a kiss, he took the invitation even if it was a short but nice one. As the sun went down, we had an amazing three-course meal. During dessert, the invitation to walk the beach or a nightcap at his place was offered.

“I’d love a nightcap,” I said and he motioned for the check.

We walked arm-in-arm to the car for the short drive. The house was cleaner than I anticipated but still needed a female touch. But I wasn’t judging. I assumed the house was well over two million dollars and I asked how long he’d lived there as I looked around.

A picture on one wall was of his son. He was in California, married with kids, and two years younger than me. That made me smile. Cyril handed me a glass. “Hope scotch is okay. It’s all I have.”

It made sense as he mostly ate out. “You’re the first guest in his house for quite some time. Please excuse the mess.”

“My tent is worse, trust me.”

He became serious and said he loved my dress — but preferred me naked.

“If the Captain makes an order, Sir, then I will oblige.” I smiled and he helped me undress.

“I prefer to see you this way, Lindsay because you’re the most beautiful woman ever.” He smiled. “If I’m going to do this, I have a process to follow. I need to know for sure that it’s okay for me to have sex with you.”

“I belong to you, Captain.”
“Okay… you’ll have to give me a few minutes.”

“Is it the needle or the pill?” I said as he walked away.

When he returned he was naked and said, “Both.”

Now the needle I've seen only once with my friend Eli (of Eli and Debbie). It’s used when an older gentleman or anyone with an enormous penis needs help getting hard. I was sure Cyril’s problem was his age. He took a viagra in front of me and then started his procedure. I asked if I could help but he said, “No, I have it,” and I watched him put on a cock ring and stick the little needle just under the head of his impressive penis.

Cyril then escorted me upstairs to his bedroom where he said he hadn't done this in a while and confessed that at sixty-seven (he looked a few years older) he never thought it would happen again.

“I’m blown away that it’s going to be with somebody so young and beautiful.”

“You make me feel very special and I hope I can please you.”

“You already have,” he said and we lay on the king-size, soft four-poster bed. I felt like falling asleep on it because I hadn't been in a bed for almost a month.

“Let’s start with my favorite,” he said and spreadeagled ready for another sixty-nine. I admit he was a gold medal pussy eater and he didn't disappoint again. As he guided me onto his face, I mentioned that I felt like I was glowing next to him as he is so dark from tanning. But when I got close to his penis it was enormous, impressively curved with his huge head out and ready to go. I then knew why he hadn’t been ready to go on the boat.

I went to town as if eating an ice cream cone. I needed both hands to hold it and I sucked what I could into my mouth or licked the shaft and sometimes his huge balls. He moaned while he fingered and ate me till I came on his face.

Cyril groaned. “Yes, yes… more…”

I did my best to gobble it down but, eventually, I said, “I want this in me,” and I cupped my tits as I sat on him. I took him in slowly but I moaned loudly and almost came as it fit in me.

“Oh my god, it feels so good,” I gasped and rocked back on it while he smiled up at me. He held me for a minute then thrust and I came it. Normally, I only feel so full with black men or a rare hung white guy.

Cyril asked to switch to missionary and when I’d help guide him inside, he did well, rocking in and out of me with his vast cock till he asked if he could cum on my face and tits. After a few more mighty strokes, he pulled out and I scooted down to lick the head. I got a much bigger facial than I’d expected but I smiled and let him get out every drop he could before falling back onto the bed.

He tasted watery but I grabbed a towel that was ready next to the bed and then lay on his chest. His heart was pounding and he moaned a lot as I stroked his still hard cock and also played with his balls.

“Whenever you’re here when I come to the island we should meet,“ I said.

“What if you’re with your husband?”

“I’ll introduce him. We’ve noticed you each year on the beach.”

“Would you tell him about this night?”
“He probably wouldn't believe me,” I said, “and I don't care.”

I kissed Cyril and stroked his cock as we talked. Then I had an idea: after he’d come, I’d pushed the wetness as best I could into my ass and I wanted to give him something he swore he’d never had. I knew it could hurt but I asked him to spoon with me and I rubbed his cock against my ass till I got it lined up. “Please push,” I said.

I think he believed he was going back into my vagina but when I dug my nails into his leg he knew differently and tried to withdraw.

“No, rock it in,” I urged.

He got the head and maybe an inch of his thick shaft inside — then thrust hard and pumped with great speed. It hurt a little so he stopped and I sucked him clean while he grunted.

“I can suck this all night,” I said.

“Oh please,” he grinned. “Please do it till it goes back down.”

That led to a very long night. I even heard him snore once but I got him off before he did doze. I swallowed what little came out and slept next to the monster cock.

We woke up with the sun and Cyril went to pee. When he came back, he began touching me but I just lay there. It was nice: his cock was limp, the ring was off, and I was content.

Eventually, he said, “Shall we have a beach day?”

I told him I’d brought my supplies then showered, drank orange juice, dressed and we headed off to the beach where I borrowed a chair because I didn’t have my blanket.

We saw George and I decided to make him feel jealous, hinting that I’d had sex with Cyril. I could tell that loved that.

It turned rather cloudy so I asked Cyril to drive me home and we later traded emails. ‘I had a wonderful time,’ I sent and he replied, ‘It was one of the best times of my life. I love you.’

I wrote that I’d see him before I left for home and he said, ‘Hope so’.

After eating, l felt very tired and quickly passed out.