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The summer heat is almost unbearable even in the shade where you lounge, and even the ocean isn't quite a soothing cool. But there's another, more pleasant heat blooming between your legs and deep in the pit of your stomach as fingers glide across your covered crotch. The fabric is still damp from your earlier dip in the water, but a few more touches and you're about to soak through it in a different way. And Jasper knows it, too, because he keeps touching you, pressing a finger between your folds — but the fabric keeps you from feeling his touch the way you need it, crave it.
There were a few afternoons since the party you've spent with him, hours with his cock buried in whichever hole of yours he found, but this is the first time he's open with his touches in front of a potential audience. And you aren't just thinking about Lee, lost in some handheld game on your other side, headphones deafening him to the world. Though you're in a secluded spot, a passerby or new beach-goers could come any minute; though maybe those aren't the only ones. Jasper's finger presses against you stronger as it slides lower against your covered cunt, wet fabric clinging to his skin as the tip pushes past your entrance. "So eager for me you'd even take a fucking through your clothes."
You can only glare, biting down on your lips to keep in the sound threatening to spill the deeper his finger digs the swimsuit into your hole. No doubt he's seen it in one of his porn vids — though you can't deny, some are worth taking as inspiration. You're still undecided on this one when his finger slides out of your cunt, leaving fabric tucked into your hole to soak up your slick. You don't bother to smooth it over your crotch again; instead you drag a pair of fingers along your slit, spreading your folds open to hug the strip of fabric after Jasper's little trick left them half-covered.
There's a low whistle on his lips as your fingers drag across your covered clit in parting, though you're not sure if it's the pressure, the riskiness or the hungry gaze roaming your body is what makes you shudder. His speedo is sporting a bulge large enough to threaten falling out as he watches you touch yourself, and when you lift your fingers to lick off the slick that managed to leak from your cunt, you swear you can see his cock throb under the fabric. But instead of touching him, helping him relieve the ache of wanting to be buried inside you, you palm at your own tits, practically falling out of the tiny top that could barely contain them in your early teens.
At first, you caress yourself through the fabric, the triangles straining to cover even just your areola. Some of the people at the beach, old enough to be your parents or more, watched with distaste as you walked past them to your current spot; hips swaying and tits bouncing to Jasper's greatest delight. Lee only cared that you were technically covered in the eyes of the law, and shrugged off your choice of swimwear as, well, yours. Where you're not covered, your skin glistens from the fresh coat of suntan oil — a single bottle costing an arm and a leg for being edible, but with the way Jasper's licking at his lips watching you, you're certain the purchase is worth its price.
There's a silent moan on your lips as your thumbs brush across your nipples, silhouetted through the fabric before you accidentally push them aside. Jasper swallows loudly to your left as you pinch the pebbled skin tight between your fingers; though it's still far from the strength of those "Jiggle me" weighted clamps he had you wear the last time he fucked you. You can still recall the smugness as you proved him right with your moans and eventual orgasm that the bigger the tits, the rougher you'll want it. But you only have your fingers now. Yours and Jasper's, finally having enough of just watching you, and it takes all your willpower not to make a sound as he pinches and twists your untouched nipple. "I know you want to moan like the slut you are."
You hate that he is right, and that you can't, not without something to muffle your sounds. His fingers splay, cradling your whole tit in a hand, or as much his small hand can hold at a time, and you shudder when he squeezes the same time his thumb presses down on your sensitive nipple. And despite your best efforts, a gasp falls from your lips — an encouragement he doesn't need if you hope to avoid a public indecency charge you're already dancing on the verge of.
He grabs your tits with both hands as yours slap over your mouth after your treacherous, little gasp — and just in time as Jasper pushes your tits together, fingertips digging into your flesh under his strong grip. Something devious flashes in his eyes, and for a long moment it feels like even your hand isn't enough to muffle your sounds as he sucks both your nipples into his mouth at the same time. The tip of his tongue flicks one against the other, smoothes and flatters, twists and circles in patterns your mind can't follow beyond the desire it stokes in you as the smallest whimpers escape between your fingers. "Mhm, that's it, touch me while I suck on your fat, slutty tits."
His hard cock practically springs into your hand as you pull his speedo aside; warm, trembling, leaking as you wrap fingers around the base. His groan rumbles against your tits as your thumb brushes across the tip with your first stroke; and you want to hear him struggle just as much he makes you do. With each pump of your fist, each twist of your wrist, and the occasional squeeze of his balls, Jasper is growing undeniably louder as he wraps lips around mouthfuls of your tits — and he feels almost as close you are with the sloppy licks that leave your nipples glinting wetly in the scorching sun.
"Fuck me, Jasper. Oh, please, I need your cock in my slutty cunt." You're not beyond begging if that's what you need to preserve your sanity — and Jasper, too, adores when you stop pretending you're anything but a whore. You can feel the smile on his lips, curling against your tits, before you see it; and he's practically salivating at the thought of cumming into you with Lee right next to you. Though he barely spared a glance for either of you since you arrived, and you doubt he'd start now — but you need Jasper's big cock to fill your cunt right now to care about who might see you.
"Ah, the little slut finally found her voice." The smirk drips from his low whisper as he turn you around, kneeling between your thighs as if he's only there to rub a fresh coat of the suntan oil into your back. A hand presses down on your lower back, keeping you still as he pulls your bikini bottom from your cunt. The fabric is soaked deeply where it was stuffed into you, and your entrance is a little drier that Jasper needs a few tries to angle the tip of his cock right. A moan is already growing deep in your chest by the time he works the full, fat head of his cock into you — and it's a miracle your hands over your mouth are enough to silence (but not muffle) the sound as he takes you in a single, swift thrust. "Keep it up. I know you'd love people to watch you cum around my cock."
Maybe he isn't entirely wrong, and your cunt flutters around him at the idea of a roomful of people touching themselves and each other as Jasper fucks into you, makes you his bitch. But you'd want the participants to be willing, not every Karen from a twenty mile radius of the beach ruining the mood just before you could cum. But he seems to be of the same mind, pressing his lips against the side of your neck without the pretens of oiling you up as he ruts into you with heavy slams. He's almost as loud under the muffled sounds as you are, and he almost breaks when you grind your ass against him, and the sun lounger creaks as you match his rhythm.
You're almost there, squelching around Jasper's cock as he fucks into you relentlessly, but the floodgates only break when he grabs handfuls of your tits when you push up on elbows — and you couldn't keep yourself from cumming, even if you'd wanted to (but really, why would you?), when he pinches both your nipples roughly. A louder moan escapes you as your control slips, and Jasper keeps battering against your sensitive spot as you writhe and drool under him in pleasure. For a moment, it feels like his big, fat cock is going to tear you apart, walls clenching around him, chasing that feeling of utter fullness of hitting your deepest spot.
Your vision is hazy, and you're growing dizzy in the summer heat by the time his cock twitches — though it could hardly taken him more than a few thrusts before he's spilling into you. Warm, wet, sticky, and with a taste you're starting to enjoy on your tongue, and his shuddering breath warms the side of your neck as you wrung every last drop of his cum.
A few, long seconds pass before your cunt loosens around his cock, or maybe his softens enough to slide from your leaking hole. Your breathing is still haggard as Jasper climbs off of you, tucking his cock back into his speedo that glistens with a mix of your slicks, and there's a twinge of disappointment that he doesn't allow you to clean his cock up like you usually do. His fingers dip into your cunt before you could fix your bikini bottoms in place, and another shudder wrecks your body as he scoops out some of his cum; and you jump on his fingers as if that was the tastiest popsicle in the world. "Oh, aren't you an eager little cumslut?"