1. Reunion At The Beach


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Latina, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 82.1, Source: sexstories.com

    extorted. Roxanne crawled up and kissed Carla passionately. Tongues twirled and danced, lips caressed one another. When they came up for air, my two sexy cousins displayed white gooey chins and sticky, cummy lips. We hadn't even had time to relax when we saw all three horses gallop by the sand dunes. My swim shorts still in that one horse's mouth. "What's the deal with my shorts?" I yelled. I started to run after them shouting, "I'll catch the horses!" "Run, Larry, run!" shouted my cousins. I had barely ran a few feet when I tripped over a piece of drift wood, face planting in the beach sand. I got up and kept running. A strong gust of ocean wind blew the sand off of me, except for on my cock and around my crotch where I was still wet from sex. So I was running along naked with a sandy crotch and pecker. The girls were chasing after me, both wrapped together in that blanket. As we rounded another set of sand dunes, we stopped suddenly, confronted by someone. My gay cousin Fitzgerald had caught the horses and held them all by the reigns. With his usual facetious smirk Fitzgerald exclaimed,"My, my, what have we here?" As I stood there, naked, with my penis thickly covered in sand and Roxanne and Carla still wrapped together in the blanket, Fitzgerald looked us over very curiously. He ...
    began to laugh hysterically. "Oh my, a lurid outing I see," he giggled further. He took my shorts out of the horses mouth and handed them to me, "Yours, I presume?" "Indeed they are, Fitz," I replied, "Indeed they are, and thank you for retrieving them for me, kind sir." "Anytime, Larry," he said with a silly smirk. "Ladies," he gestured, and handed the reigns of the two horses that still had their bikinis draped over the saddles. "Thanks, Fitz," Roxanne said. "I had come looking for you all, hoping to convince you to take a drive over to the Redneck Riviera to look for some action," Fitzgerald informed. "But I see that you all are capable of making your own action." "Can we shower first?" I answered. "Yeah, please," both Carla and Roxanne joined in. "Indeed you can," he answered with the silliest wide grin imaginable, plastered across his face. After putting the horses up, showering and getting fresh clothes, Roxanne, Carla, Fitzgerald, and I drove over to Panama City. Roxanne and Carla both got lower back tattoos, also called 'tramp stamps' or 'Panama City bumper stickers. Fitzgerald picked up a young English nobleman vacationing on the Redneck Riviera. Myself, well, I began to feel an itch and discovered I had been bitten on the balls by some sand gnats. photos.....http://bit.ly/1KJqNXN
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