Beach House Sleepover 3 by Boobrat

Without hesitating, he yanked my pants right down to my ankles, his hands on my hips as he rocked his boner into the soft fabric in the crack of my arse. His hand found my hard dick, webbed in my underpants. He rubbed it, a little harder than his usual delicate touch, but I had caught his horniness and embraced it with a restless gyration.

There was a sudden noise, and I threw myself at the fence closest to the door, hitching my pants halfway up my thighs. But it was nothing; maybe the windy knocking of a branch against the shed weatherboarding. I relaxed, hearing Alex laughing from behind. He had fallen or been knocked onto his back, giggling with delight. He rolled over onto his knees and crawled towards me, pushing my butt up against the fence with his hands as he ripped my pants down again. This time, he pulled my underpants down too, which made me feel extremely naked in the openness of the shed. I gripped onto the railing as Alex’s hand found my boner again. Feeling it dry, he spat into his hand and used it to lube up and down my dick. I gave in to the feeling, loving the slow, slippery motion that stroked up towards my tip.

Before I knew it, Alex’s face was between my butt cheeks. I was going to protest, but as soon as his tongue touched my hole I was speechless. Waves of pleasure came over me as his tongue pressed into my anus, circling around my sensitive area before sticking the tip right in. I almost gave a squeal in surprise as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I arched back, my cheeks naturally spreading as I pushed my ass into his face. Up and down he went, lapping viciously at my hole as my whole body shuddered in bliss.

“Got hayfever?” came Lucy’s voice. My heart stopped, and I jumped to attention as Lucy picked a bridle off the floor. I just stared at her in a state of shock.

She laughed. “Sorry to startle you, hun. You just looked like you were ’bout to sneeze, that’s all.”

I realised she couldn’t see Alex behind the fence. In fact she could only see my neck, face and hands at the angle I was bent at.

“Oh… Er, yeah. I — I thought I was… going to sneeze. I think you scared it out of me though.”

I could feel Alex’s face creeping back between my arse crack. I tried to swat him away without drawing suspicion, but he just gripped me tightly and let his tongue trace the inside of my buns.

“Where’s your friend gone?” she asked, pulling a saddle off the wall.

“He… went to the bathroom,” I managed to lie, feeling his tongue inching its way inside my asshole.

She gave another laugh. “Those beers’ll do that to ya. I told him to give you something not quite as potent, but he said you fellas were old enough to handle it…”

Alex’s hand clamped around my boner, jerking it. I gave the slightest whimper. Just then, Lucy dropped one of the reins she was holding, bending over in her tight jeans to pick it up while Alex jerked away at my cock. Her ass was so perfect, so round, and I could see the bulge of her tits between her legs as she gathered up the equipment. When she came back up I think she noticed me staring — a curious look in her eye.

“Say, Chris, how old are you now?”

The question took me by surprise. So did Alex’s tongue forcing its way deeper inside. In that moment, my brain scrunched up, and I smacked my fist down on the fencepost to stop myself from moaning.

“Eighteen!” I yelped, causing her some alarm at the snappishness of my response.

“Well alright then,” she said, suppressing a smile.

I wasn’t yet eighteen, but I wasn’t far off. She didn’t need to know that.

In and out went Alex’s tongue. Out of Lucy’s sight, my knees were losing control, knocking together as Alex gorged himself on my back pussy. I tried my very best to control my eyebrows and mouth, but it must have looked very much like I was about to cry.

Lucy studied me curiously for a moment, then started admiring the rafters with a deep, stretching breath, exposing her chest to the room. I used the moment to soak up her big, lovely breasts with my eyes — already inside her shirt and pants in my mind, so desperately wanting to fuck something as uncontrollable pleasures from my dick being pumped and ass getting moistened were driving me to my deepest animalistic desire.

“Well, that half hour must be up soon,” she said, returning from her yawn. “You boys are free to come and go as you please.”

She took her items and headed towards the door. “Oh, and if your friend doesn’t have to leave, you’re both welcome to come up for a drink later if you want. Got things other than beer if that old brew ain’t your taste.”

“Thanks,” I managed to say, sounding relatively normal considering the tongue rotating inside my ass.

She gave one more smile before slipping out the door. I held it in for almost two minutes before giving in to the tongue-fucking pleasures.

“Ungh, yes,” I groaned, gripping the banister with white knuckles. “Fuck me like that. Unghh.”

Alex gripped my ass harder, drilling into me as I writhed and pushed back into him with every tongue punch.

I let out a louder moan, no longer contemplating noise.

Alex pulled his tongue from my ass, shuffling around behind me as I draped over the edge of the stall, panting. I glanced over my shoulder, catching him spitting into his hand. His pants and boots were already off, as was his shirt, and he wasted no time coming up behind me, sliding one hand over my sweaty chest while the other directed his cock at my hole.

“Oh fuck me, Alex. Put your big fucking dick inside me.”

My voice was high, pleading, submissive. My knees were together with my naked ass pushed back towards him, my feet cuffed together by the pants round my ankles.

“Give me your dick. I want it deep.”

I whined involuntarily as his tip began to stretch my hole open. He put his hands on my hips, his lips to my ear.

“You want me to fuck you, hmm?” His breath was hot on my ear, and his lips nibbled gently on my lobe as my body arched back to take in more of his dick.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

“Please fuck me, who?”

“Please fuck me, Al—uuungh!”

Alex shoved his dick deep into my ass with an aggressive thrust. He grunted as he did so, like a caveman fucking its prey.

“Fuck!” I cried, pushing my ass back against him as his whole member stretched out my colon. Without slowing down, he unsheathed his dick from my ass, almost entirely, then stuffed it back in.

I gasped, losing my breath entirely, then screamed out in pleasure. “Fuck! Fuck yes!”

He clamped his hand over my mouth, his other hand pulling on my shoulder to get maximum thrust. He pulled his dick out, waiting for my sphincter to close up a bit before stretching it open with another tight thrust. Muffled at the mouth, I began to weep from pleasure, his pelvis slamming against my ass cheeks as I took every inch of his dick. I moaned into his hand with every thrust, kissing and licking at his palm without thinking. He leaned over me, his sweaty chest on my slippery back, and his shoulder hand instead wrapped around my dick once again. From there, his slow, hard thrusts came quicker and quicker. Our balls collided, again and again, as he squeezed his dick upwards into my rectum. He groaned with me, grunting with my cries. His pelvis and balls slapped against me like a heartbeat, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

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