Beaches and Cream by Kojo Black Page B

give myself away if I came….and I didn’t want them to see me. I didn’t want them to stop. I wanted to see more.
    â€œNot yet,” Tia said softly to Anton. She removed the thick, hot piece from her mouth, leaving it to twitch violently in the gentle breeze, before pulling Anton to the ground.
    Anton stretched out on his back onto the soft, red earth. And Tia straddled him. Tia had her back to me, and I could not see their faces. But their rude and wanting privates were very clear to me. Beneath her round bottom and between her spread legs, the lips of Tia’s hungry pussy parted easily. She touched her open sex to the root of his, and both were immediately wet. She slid her slippery cunt over his turgid penis, not yet fucking him but massaging him. Right from the base where the hard column met the soft cradle of his balls, right up to his bulbous, glistening glans—as sensitive as a huge clitoris.
    The honey poured from her as she teased them both—teased us all. Until their mews and moans escaped them freely, and I squeezed my thighs together wondering if I, let alone her, could bear not to have that cock inside me for one more second.
    Finally, effortlessly, she eased herself onto him. They both bellowed with relief—I nearly did as well. His raging penis slid eagerly into her, and her sopping cunt swallowed it all, his balls squishing pleasingly beneath her buttocks, just before she rose again to expose his glistening pipe and began that sweet, slow rhythm that caused all of our breaths to quicken and our hearts to beat faster.
    I’d never seen this….like this. I mean, when I have sex with a man, of course I know what it feels like. But I never really get to see what it looks like. I’d never seen sex like this before, as a third party, right in front of my face. It was bold and crude and graphic—pornographic, I suppose. It was sloppy and slippery and horny and hot….and it was wonderful. Tia didn’t change her rhythm. She rested her hands on his chest, threw her head back, and just rode. His heavy, shiny prick slipping in and out…in and out….the pace unchanging. Tia’s spread pussy slipping and slurping slowly up and down, as if Tia herself wanted to savour that feeling forever, rather than galloping forth to the finish.
    Despite her temperance, Anton was only a man. A delicious and very excited man, but only a man. Had I not been wearing any panties, my thighs would have been slick with my own desire—and I wasn’t even fucking. So I could only begin to imagine how he felt. His strong legs began to stiffen and then convulse. But Tia maintained her steady rhythm as his orgasm took hold. His taut buttocks lifted powerfully off the ground and his wide, brown hands circled Tia’s waist, holding her down onto him, violently impaling her with his cock as his contracting orbs willfully gave up their seed, splattering through the gooey, seething canal of Tia’s pussy as they both gritted their teeth and tried to keep the sounds of their lust from echoing throughout the vineyard.
    As his orgasm subsided, Anton sat up, with Tia still astride him, his penis still within her. Then—with his chest still heaving, his head drooping over Tia’s shoulder—he saw me. His face gave no sign of recognition, but his eyes locked with mine. I’d thought I was hidden in the dense foliage. But Anton was looking right at me. My heart leapt into my throat, and I held my breath for what felt like an age. Then, without thinking, I ran. I ran without a sound, back down the path I’d come.
    I doubled back and fought my way through the foliage. When I’d caught my breath, I affected my most casual saunter and called after my friends.
    â€œTia? Anton?” I called.
    â€œYeah, down here, Mand! What happened to you?” Tia answered.
    When I reached them, they were dressed, relaxed and smiling. Tia also had her mother’s skill when