“Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights, that dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high
Way down in Kokomo” – from “Kokomo” by The Beach Boys

Back in my collegiate days in Philadelphia, I lived at home with my parents and commuted to the campus via train; every day. During my freshman year, I met and fell hopelessly in love with a cute Irish girl who lived only a few blocks from our home.

Peggy was very attractive with a dancer’s build (tiny tits and long legs), blond hair (bleached), and a very cute face. She resembled an anorexic version of Elke Sommer. And I was a goner.

Sexually she seemed adventurous, ferociously making out with me and grinding against the bulge of my straining cock, leaving warm and wet spots on my jeans from her sopping loins, and then… cutting me off and sending me away with my cock twitching down the leg of my pants. I spent more time jacking my joint than ever before. My right hand developed a cramp.

And then, she abruptly dumped me. Pulled the fucking rug right out from under my soul and sent me into a tailspin of emotional disaster that very nearly wrecked my college life.

I wandered around alone and sad, pissing off my friends and frat brothers. Fortunately, I had the wherewithal to hang tough. I made it through to summer break, temporary freedom, and possible redemption at the Jersey Shore; where my family keeps a summer home.

One thing about that summer place: friends that you haven’t heard from in forever, find a way to seek you out; after all, you have a house a few feet from the beach. Which is how this saga begins.

All through High School, my nerdy and kind of weird friend, Scott, never – ever had a girlfriend. Not even an inflatable one. Still, we were friends and managed to survive until graduation; despite Scott’s consistently bad driving. We used to bust on him about it, and it’s amazing we weren’t killed in some gruesome wreck. I used to draw cartoons about him and his shitty Plymouth Cricket. But he had the wheels and at that time none of us did.

One sunny Saturday morning at the shore, while my family was sitting at breakfast, the Plymouth Cricket pulled up and parked in front of the house. Scott emerged, opened his trunk, and retrieved (1) a watermelon, and (2) a large bag of potato chips. 

“Ah!” I thought, “Beware of nerds bearing gifts.” But then, he went and opened the passenger door, and out stepped an attractive girl, and then another girl climbed out of the back seat.

I greeted Scott on our front porch. I had not seen him since shortly after our graduation day. He introduced his girlfriend Lisa (front seat), and her bestie Sharon (shotgun). We all back-slapped and hugged, and I complimented the girls on still being in a good mood after surviving the two-hour trip in Scott’s car. After I showed the girls where they could change into beachwear, I grabbed some chairs and towels, and a boombox, and we all headed to the beach.

Scott and Lisa immediately took off and jumped into the ocean, leaving me with Sharon. I was still a nervous wreck from the events of the previous months but was able to quickly relax while getting to know her. She was from the “Far Northeast” of Philly. This is an area that has deep German roots, and it showed in her face. Bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, full lips, and a quick smile. She had an ample stern on her, and full breasts that her bikini top struggled to contain. I was very much liking this girl, and we relaxed; enjoying a lively – and increasingly personal – conversation.

We decided to go for a swim, joining Scott and Lisa. So I stood up, offered my hand, which she took, and we ran into the surf, together.

Funny thing, whenever we got close to the two of them they moved away from us. At the same time, we both realized that they were vigorously fucking in the ocean; in full view of the lifeguards, etc.

Sharon exclaimed, “Oh my God! Why didn’t they sneak off into the dunes? That’s what I would have done!” This raised my eyebrows.

I told her that it’s against the law to be in the dunes, for they are maintained to provide coastal protection. I added, “Our house is just a couple of hundred feet away, and I know that nobody is home until later this afternoon. I’d have told him that, along with a few ground rules.”

“Well, it’s too late for that – at least for them,” she replied. My eyebrows went higher.

She then said, “I have a little cooler in the back of his car, with a few cold beers. I’m thirsty! Wanna go and get ‘em?” I said, “Sounds good! Let’s go!”

We waved to the happy couple, making our way out of the surf and back to the chairs. We dried ourselves and then walked back to the house. I unlocked the door and confirmed that my folks had taken off for a day of boating. Sharon retrieved her cooler and brought it inside, where we both popped open some ice-cold Buds.

Without a word, Sharon suddenly leaned into me and kissed me. Our lips were locked for a couple of seconds and then we parted. We sipped some more beer and then she said, “sorry about that. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I stepped forward, placed my hand behind her neck, and pulled her in for another kiss. This time our mouths opened and our tongues met; dancing with each other.

She pressed her body against mine and immediately detected my hard cock; which she pressed her mound against. She whispered, “What’s this here?” I was speechless as she moved her hand carefully down my torso, through the waistband of my board shorts, and finally encircling my erection.

I asked, “Bedroom?” She nodded and I led us back down the hallway, and into my room; where I locked the door behind me.

When I turned around she was there, and she was naked. I noted with approval that the drapes matched the carpet. She pulled off my shorts, knelt, and took my straining cock into her mouth. The feeling was so intense that I nearly came right then. I held her off for a couple of seconds, and said “Just go easy, it’s been a long time.” Her reply was a prolonged, “Mmmmmmmm!” Then she grabbed my ass and began sucking me aggressively and when I warned her that I was going to cum, she jammed herself down on my cock, which erupted a gigantic torrent of cum down her throat.

I nearly toppled over; I was so weak at the knees. She pulled me over to the bed and we rolled in together. We were both coated in sweat. I excused myself and went out to the kitchen and retrieved our beers. We both lay there together, kissing and sipping our brews. She was casually stroking my thigh, except that with each stroke her hand slid a little higher.

My cock was responding to this indirect attention, but I wanted to do something else. I rolled her onto her back, and climbing on top of her, began kissing my way down her until I reached her tits. I took her hard nipples into my mouth, nibbling and biting each as she moaned her approval. Then I continued further down until I reached her loins and her soaking pussy.

I’d never gone down on a woman before this. All that I knew about eating a pussy came from reading Penthouse and watching porn.

I kissed her thighs, moving to the inner thigh of each. My nose lightly brushed against her soft bush and wet lips, which made her jump and moan. I finally just buried my face into her, sucking and licking as she bucked her hips against my face. Her juices were running out of her womb, and I locked onto her clit. She shrieked and grabbed the back of my head, grinding herself and her bush against my face while I drank in her juices; another shaking orgasm wracked her.

I pushed myself up and buried my cock into her pussy, to the hilt. She was gyrating beneath me as I pounded into her hard, and she came again. We were locked in the most intense kiss as I wrapped my arms beneath her ass and lifted her to me. I was completely welded to this wonderful freak, and I felt my climax building fast. I told her, “I’m going to cum!” She responded by holding me to her and I shot another load deep inside her.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, holding each other. She was trembling in my arms. I pulled her over on top of me, and she mashed her left tit into my face and I locked onto her hard nipple, lightly biting it and sucking the tasty flesh. She was moaning again and shaking in my arms. I was consumed with carnal desire for this beautiful and sensuous woman. I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her up to my face until her dripping pussy was positioned above me. The remnants of our sex were oozing from her lips. I pulled her down onto my face and tasted our combined juices, as my tongue probed her freshly fucked vulva. Her clit was protruding and I lightly nibbled it. She promptly exploded in another shattering climax and clamped her thighs around my head; grinding me into her as her juices flowed into my mouth once more.

As her orgasm passed I pulled her face to mine again and we shared a deep kiss. My newly aroused dick bumped against her mound; she reached down and guided me back into her warm and wet source. This time our lovemaking was slow and soulful, sharing kisses and embracing as I gave of myself once again. The feel of her soft body and warm, furry presence sent me into a state of grace. I slowly stroked, and we rolled once again to me being on top. She wrapped her legs around my body and pulled me deeper into her as she came, softly, again. I could feel my balls tightening and with a slow deep stroke my cum pulsed deep into her pussy.

We lay together then, softly talking, kissing, and stroking each other’s spent bodies. I never wanted to let her go, ever.

Eventually, we roused, gathered our things, cleaned up, and dressed. After finishing our beers, and after more kissing and necking, we gradually made our way back to the beach.

I felt unbelievably great. The best that I’d felt in a long time.

And then it hit me, those demons – my demons, were gone for good.

To be continued...