Kylie’s 4th of July Quicky

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It was the summer of 2008, the week of the 4th of July, and I was on vacation with a couple of friends on a little island off the coast of Carolina. Even during the tourist season, the island is often secluded, making it easy to spend an entire day at the beach without seeing anyone else. That’s exactly what we went for. My friends, Daniel and Amy, a married couple, and I always preferred the laid-back relaxing atmosphere of a deserted beach.

Early in the week Daniel and I had dug a huge, 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 go to escape the wind, and conveniently it made smoking 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. I had no idea they were coming until they showed up, not that I really cared, as long as the kids didn’t interfere with my drinking and I could look at Kylie in a bikini. We all went to the beach that morning after breakfast, 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; Daniel and I were smoking a joint in the hole when Amy came over and asked to speak to him. Daniel was gone for a few minutes, when he came back, 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 wondering 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 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 finished rolling the joint and was about to light it when Kylie sat down 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 know his name, do you?”

I had known Kylie for several years now, and 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, but for some reason, I felt like an ass because I didn’t know. “I’m high, I forgot,” I said, 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.

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

“You know I don’t smoke,” she said, taking 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 her, 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 illegal bahis 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 to not 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 amazing breasts. 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, ass! I’m not one of your little bitches you can just blow off,” 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 her, “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, “You know, I’ve seen you smoke a lot of weed over the years. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you horny. So, does weed make you horny, or do I?

“Well, I guess it’s a combination of both. Weed does make me horny, but…” I said, 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 was 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. 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,” 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.

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 and it snapped back against her body. “How quick can you be?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked, before illegal bahis siteleri finishing my beer.

“If it’s been a few weeks, you’ll be quick, right?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah. What about you?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll cum before you’re all the way in me. We don’t 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,” she said.

I grabbed my cock and stepped behind Kylie. I had to bend my knees a little to get my cock 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 I put my hands on her hips and tried to thrust into her. She was a lot tighter than I thought she would be. I had to adjust my stance and pull her back by the hips as I thrust forward. Kylie grunted a little 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.

Both of us 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 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 there was no one in sight. I turned and went back down the down. Kylie was standing 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.

“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 and my cock sprang out at canlı bahis siteleri 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, pulling herself off my cock, and stood up. She turned around and 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 started walking over 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. 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 and went into the hole and sat down 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, 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,” she 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 was playing in the sand with her kids and Amy was in the hole being unusually suspicious about what Kylie and I had been talking about.

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