Moaningful Confessions | Sandy Cheeks

Moaningful Confessions | Sandy Cheeks

Once upon a summer's day, a beautiful princess was finishing her last exam. Her (not really) Prince Charming was waiting outside the exam room with a cup of tea, a packed lunch and his noble steed, a Toyota people-mover with amazing fuel economy. It had been a couple of lonely days with the exam prep meaning there were no opportunities for romance, having to make do with the library massages and study break cuddling sessions. We were long overdue for a proper stress-relieving session.

The electricity was palpable from the moment she stepped into my car. After a swim and a packed lunch, we retired to the backseat of the car for a short nap that eventually turned into a steamy make-out session. It would have put teenagers in a summer blockbuster movie to shame. Lips were being bitten, necks were being kissed and just when things were getting interesting – a dog barked. 

I looked out the makeshift curtains and my eyes met the eyes of a toddler. My heart stopped. FUCK. Of course. The one dirt road we turned down turns out to be the one road this mom and her kids are taking the dog for a freaking walk. We quickly throw on our scattered togs and drove away looking very suspicious but not caring cause we were 20 and horny. Try and stop us.

We drove down another dirt road that lead to a gorgeous, almost private, beach where we resumed. After a few seconds of trying to get comfy in my car we ended up saying fuck it, and went out to the beach, where no one was around.

We threw a blanket down on the sand, in full view of anyone who walks by. I started off slow, soft kisses placed lovingly wherever she needs them. She’d had some long and lonely nights with nothing but books and I made sure to give her exactly what she deserved after all her hard work. I go down but don’t venture near her clit. Instead, I used my fingers to massage the outside of her lips, warming up her sex. It then progresses to kisses going up her thighs but skipping over her cunt, making sure to softly brush my lips against hers, my warm breath teasing her clit cause I’m an asshole like that. 

Her hands pulled my hair. I felt her frustration build up to the point where she can’t take it anymore and then go for the kill. Spreading her lips apart I found her clit and used my tongue to massage it exactly how she likes it. Her hands pulled me in closer and I let her, savouring how good she tastes. There was no place I would rather be than butt-naked on a public beach, between her thighs, using my fingers and tongue to make her squirm. 

I looked up and saw her lost in ecstasy. I turned her over so she was facing the ocean and we got rough. I pulled her hair with one hand and moved her head so my lips were against her ears. At this point, I would normally start spanking her and I feel her push her hips back in anticipation. But it was never going to be that easy. I whispered what I wanted to hear and after a split second of hesitation she gives in and starts begging me to spank her. I considered myself a gentleman, so when a lady asks a favour of me, I oblige, spanking her. Spent, we lie down entwined under the warm summer sun. Her musk lingers on my lips as our sweat slowly evaporates, cooling down our naked bodies.

This article first appeared in Issue 18, 2021.
Posted 2:39am Monday 9th August 2021 by Critic.