During the summer, Shawna dabs a special blend of strawberry essence perfume on her
beautiful neck and between her tits - I call it the " Pink Barbie" smell - young,
natural, a scent that blends perfectly with the sea, the sky, the sun. It's her special
treat and she never wears it any other time of the year.
“Damn, you witch, why do you have to look so hot? I thought maybe we’d make it more
than two miles down the road, but I can’t wait, I gotta baby fuck you!”
Baby fuck. Our little code. We don’t have kids but we pretend we’re making a baby,
it’s our fetish thing. A forced baby making scenario where I pry her stubbornly clinched
legs wide apart, get a little rough and "impregnate" her with my semen as she struggles
against what's about to happen inside her pussy. Sometimes I abbreviate it as "bf":
"I'm gonna bf you, my fuck bride!" The instant I let fly the code, her face flushes deep
red with lust and she yanks off her wet pants in a flash, moist cunt in maximum
overdrive.
“Dave, god damn, yes! Inject your love juice in me, get me knocked up, you fucker!”
She reached over while I was trying to drive the goddamned car and not wreck us both
dead on the highway of carnal lust. I put my hand on her crotch which was soaked with
pussy juice and looked like she’d peed her pants. She’s always wetter than hell, but I’d
never felt her sopping, she was really hot as we kicked off this year's getaway. It's
been a rough year, both of us working like dogs to make ends meet. This vacay, this
release, was needed now more than ever. When I saw that small wet stain between her legs,
I freakin veered the car off the road with what was left of my decreasing self- control.
Looking down at the embarrassingly huge cock pushing against my jeans, I barely got
my pants unzipped trying not to explode like a fumbling 16 yr old on his first date with
the hot chick in school. That huge dick sprang out like a fuckin python snake leaking
silvery sticky pre-cum. Shawna reached down to unzip herself.
“Stop it you slutty beach mama, I’m in charge of rippin the jeans off your bitch ass.
I'm gonna get you knocked up right the hell now. PREGGO! Understand? It's gonna happen
whether you want my baby maker sperm or not! Keep your hand away from that fuckin
zipper!”
She was trembling, yeah, just the way I like it.
“Yes Daddy! Fuck me! I'll be good! I promise! Inject me deep!”
Yeah, Daddy will fuck you, bitch. I was ready to hammer my cock home into her tropical
honey hole. My hands shook from the visuals floodin like a tsunami wave: summer, freedom,
motel, orgy, barely legals gettin their tan on, twinks, booze, sensuous sun and salty
ocean water bathing a sea of naked bodies. I always get a thrill after plunging into
chilly ocean water and then running back to our warm motel room smelling of seaweed and
pussy. Planning this fantasy, thinking about it all year was truly the only thing that
kept us from going insane, totally losing our minds. The only thing that kept us ALIVE.
Pathetic, but true. Why can’t life be an eternal burning orgy? The whole world would be a
happier place.
Shawna squirmed in the confined front seat space of the car, the cramped painful
position made what I was doing to her even more exciting. She grunted and groaned, I knew
her legs and back were achin and hurtin bad. My rod got stiffer in direct proportion to
the intensity of her moans - I do like hearing her suffer. I yanked her jeans down for
the baby fuck, smacking her hard on the ass leaving a bright red handprint. I wondered if
the outline of my hand - the sexual branding of her butt - would be visible through her
bikini. A bikini brand.
“Ow!”
When she yelped like an overheated cat, I swear my cock looked like a fuckin salami,
10 inches of man meat. I was ready to plow her hole hard. I forced myself to think
non-sexual thoughts as I pushed the red shiny head of my giant tool into her baby maker
cunt, ready to blow all over her tight, smooth tummy. The sight of her clean bald pussy
drove me wild. She kept squirming and moaning - I was gonna surf this gnarly wave all the
way before we hit the highway again. My goal was to throw one solid screw into my woman,
hear her cum, feel her grind down hard on my cock so by the time we got to the beach we'd
be post-cum lazy, ready for good eats, strong booze and Day One of orgy hunting.
God damn, how sweet and virgin tight her hole felt, quite surprising since I'd been
dickin her with my thick meat for the past five years almost non-stop. She was wet but not
so much that there wasn’t good friction. Just right. The perfect screw. I heard myself
grunting, pig like, a gentle breeze on my ass as I pumped her. We left a window open,
the summer sun already streaming through the car making us sweat. The breeze tickled my
back, it felt soooooooo damn good, refreshing, kept me going like a lubed up machine.
Slap, slap slap, my balls hit her butt. She ground down on me, one leg nastily high on the
dash board. We were off the road far enough that no one could see, but the excitement and
possibility of being caught was a hyper turn on. If we were famous, which we ain't,
there'd be paps staking us out, tryin to get a close-up shot of this horny fucking. haha.
Damn, she was so flexible, like a porno rag doll.
“Uh, uh, uh,,,hard hard hard, I want your baby, blow your load in me Daddy!”
Oh hell! When she talked dirty, explicit shit it was all I could do not to shoot like
a geyser. I felt her pussy contract as her face tightened into her BIG O cum face, I knew
she was about to have it, almost there. The baby fuck fantasy was always guaranteed to
make her cum fast - we’d only been fucking for a minute. Her thigh spasmed and we both
broke out in dripping sweat.
“Damn Shawna, I’m cumming in you, take my semen, god, my pregnant fuck bride!”
She screamed her high stifled moan that I know so well, my dirty wedding whore.
I must have spewed all the sperm my body ever manufactured since the day I was born
into her hole. A nice way to start our drive to the beach…very fine. We were cum drunk,
woozy, satisfied to the hilt. Knowing she was sitting in a sticky pool of my jizz in her
panties - or “pannies” as she called ’em - fulfilled my sick pleasures, my desire for
complete ownership of her body. I get off making this slore, this slutwhore, sit in my
cum. So humiliating. My obedient sex machine robot.
“Fuck ,Dave, your sperm is all up in my pussy and panties now. I came so hard! We're
gonna have a blast this year, stud! I hope they have the room nice and clean when we get
there.”
I had to laugh. Typical woman. Wants a clean room for her filthy orgies.
“Yeah, nice and clean so we can dirty it up! HA HA”
My nasty beach bunny slowly zipped her jeans and settled in for the hour drive,
sitting in spunk the whole way. I stroked her hair and kissed her romantically, Hallmark
card "sunset at the beach" style, even though dirty sex is my number one priority. Romance
will always be around, but getting freaky without society's putdowns or prying eyes - that
happens only once a year. At Orgy Beach.
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