School's Out

She closed her eyes, her face tilted upwards, her mouth ready to accept. She tried not to think of what was going to happen; instead she listened to the crashing waves. The more she tried to listen to the waves the more she imagined the taste of salt.

His hand went under her chin, cupping her, tilting her higher. Then it happened, an explosion of saltiness filled her mouth, it was warm and slimy on her tongue. Fighting the urge to spit it out, she forced herself to swallow, rather than upset him. She could feel it sliding down her throat. Trying not to retch, she broke free of his hold grabbing her wine, to gulp it down.

Rob started to laugh. He lifted another oyster to his lips tilted his head and tossed it down.

Even with the taste of oyster still in her mouth their evening picnic  on a private beach was turning out to be great.

“As this is an evening of trying new things, are you up for some fun?” To make up for the taste in her mouth, she was going to have some fun.

“What did you have in mind?” His smile showed a hint of caution behind his perfect teeth.

She jumped to her feet, turning her back to him. She unbuttoned her blouse and tied it back up beneath her breasts, she rolled the top of her skirt changing her thigh length plaid skirt into something that barely covered her ass. She dragged her socks up to her knees. The final touch was putting her blonde hair into bunches.

Turning back round, she had transformed herself into a slutty version of herself from 5 years ago. She pulled the cherry lollipop from her skirt, she looked up coyly at him. “I've been a naughty girl, Sir should punish me.” As the juicy cherry tip slipped between her lips, she felt herself drawn into the role more than she ever thought she could be.

He stood from the picnic chair clearly unsure what to say. “How have you been naughty?”

She pulled the sweet from her mouth, it glistened with saliva. “I've been letting a boy do things to me. Bad things. All summer long. And I've enjoyed it.” She felt moisture growing between her legs and he hadn't even touched her.

“I think you should get on your knees, and ask to be forgiven.” She noticed the bulge in his shorts.

Obediently she dropped to the sand. He moved closer. “I'm sorry Sir, what can I do to make you forgive me?”

Without speaking, he unzipped his shorts. “You are clearly too old for lollipops now, you need something more grown up to suck.” He pulled his hardening member out.

She pulled the lollipop from her mouth and edge closer. His erection stood proudly before her. Wetting her lips, she leant in. Keeping her eyes locked on his face, she pressed her pursed lips against his fleshy underside at the base.

Slowly her hand slid up and down his length while her lips gently nibbled. “Like this Sir?”

He placed his hand on her head holding her against him. “That's a good girl.”

Looking up with doe eyes, she ran her tongue up his length. As she reached his round tip, she closed her mouth over the soft head and sank down.

With the memory of the oyster still on her tongue, she pulled away from him. “Does Sir want to fuck me?”

His hands gripped her upper arms, pulling her to her feet. He untied her shirt letting it fall open to reveal pale pert breasts. In one smooth movement, he span her round and pulled her tight against him.

While her head was still spinning he reached beneath her extremely short skirt and yanked down her white panties. He thrust into her, almost lifting her off her feet. One hand wrapped round her to squeeze her breast, holding her tight to his body while his other hand beneath the front of her skirt grinding her pelvis against him.

“You've been a very naughty girl. I'm going to punish you over and over again.” His words were whispered into her ear as he vigorously pushed into her.

She tried to reply, but couldn't catch her breath as she tried to keep purchase on the sand beneath her feet. She felt like a helpless girl, he drove into her, his hands holding her pinned to him. The cool evening breeze coming off the sea made no effect on her rapidly heating body.

She didn't know if it was being outside on the private beach, the half dozen oysters, or the roleplaying, but he had never been so forceful. In turn, she had never felt so used, so out of control, or so aroused.

Each thrust felt deeper than the last. Her body felt like it would rip apart. Then, as he erupted deep within, her body did rip open. She felt every nerve scream out in unison.

She dropped to her knees on the cooling sand exhausted. She started to wonder what other costumes she could fashion from the clothes she had brought with her.

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