The Rip Tide
by Ianna Mcloughlin
We’re in the line up. I’ve not done this that many times but I know how this push, push, puddle dance goes. So he’s above me and he’s shaking, trembling. I think it’s because of the weight on his arms, but his arms are juicy from surfing. He is just nervous, is he a virgin? Man, he better not be. Gemma told me he wasn’t, she said he was good.
His tip finds me now, stinging like salt water and he’s not looking in my eyes, he could be reading the posters above my head. He’s just really hard, trying not to come. It can’t help that I’m snapped around him like a band, bolted. I try to rock my hips to the four-four beat of his body but we catch in a reverse tug. His face is focused like he’s paddling for the break but I think we’re headed for the beat down. Then he looks at me. I see him, not just a cock but I think of him and I think of his cock and with that; I pop open. They don’t tell you about the inland sea. He catches the wave. I cry out the piercing, he cries with me, it washes over us.
“What’s all that banging?” my little sister shouts through the wall. We ignore her but I slide down the bed, use my legs to wrap him in, absorb him. I am still snapped around his entire length and I devour him that way. He moves too, but I don’t feel the sharpness now. I am the one with the teeth. He can’t do anything as bolt him, sup, swallow and wolf him up with my body and this mouth I’ve found. He’s saying ‘No, don’t’ in alarm and my Mum is knocking on the door saying “What’s going on?”.
He tries to stop, but I use my legs on his and my hands on his butt and my pussy to hold him back, it’s like I have the super strength. “Who’s in there?” She’s shouting. Me and him are here, amped in me. Then I cut back, let go and look up with all my new power. He’s slayed. His face goes from fear to stun and I see what is going to happen and I can feel the drop, the sperm spray, the snap of sparks and I call out “Chill, I’m just coming”.