Intense Tides of Forbidden Release
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Chapter 1: Salt-Kissed Temptations 🔥
I stepped out onto the weathered deck of the beach house, the salty breeze whipping through my short black hair, carrying the distant crash of waves like a siren’s call. Ryan, my fiancé with his broad shoulders and sun-bleached blond locks, grinned at me from the railing, his tank top clinging to those ripped abs I’d traced with my tongue just last night. Blake, Ryan’s old college buddy—tall, inked arms flexing under tribal tattoos, a cocky smirk on his stubbled jaw—lounged nearby, cracking open a beer. We’d driven down here for a “guys’ getaway” before the wedding, but the air hummed with something thicker, more primal.
“This place is perfect for letting loose,” Blake said, his voice gravelly, eyes lingering on my swim trunks a beat too long. Ryan chuckled, slinging an arm around my waist, pulling me close. His hand dipped low, fingers brushing the curve of my ass through the fabric. Heat flushed my skin; we’d talked about this in whispers—inviting Blake to spice things up. No jealousy, just raw hunger.
We hit the beach as the sun dipped low, golden light painting the sand in fiery hues. Ryan tackled me into the surf, waves slamming our bodies together. I tasted salt on his lips as he kissed me hard, his thick erection grinding against my thigh. Blake watched from the shore, stripping off his shirt to reveal that chiseled chest, scarred from some wild skateboarding days. “You two look fucking delicious,” he called, wading in. His hands found my hips from behind, sandwiching me between them. Ryan’s mouth claimed mine while Blake’s rough palms roamed my chest, pinching nipples until I gasped into the kiss.
Back at the house, the screen door banged shut behind us. Wet trunks hit the floor. Ryan shoved me against the kitchen counter, his mouth devouring my neck, teeth grazing skin. “Feel that?” he growled, pressing his rock-hard cock against my crack. Blake circled us like a shark, his massive shaft already leaking pre-cum, veins throbbing. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back. “Gonna make this intense for you, Alex.”
The word hung there—intense—like a promise. I nodded, throat tight, as Ryan dropped to his knees, engulfing my dick in wet heat. Blake’s hand stroked himself inches from my face, musky scent filling my nostrils. Tongues, lips, grinding hips—the kitchen filled with slurps and moans, the ocean’s roar outside syncing with our building frenzy.
Ryan stood, spinning me around. Lube from the drawer slicked us up quick. Blake bent me over the counter, his blunt head nudging my hole. “Breathe,” Ryan murmured, kissing my forehead while Blake thrust in—slow at first, then deep, stretching me with burning fullness. I cried out, the intense friction igniting every nerve. Ryan fed his cock into my mouth, muffling my groans as Blake pounded harder, balls slapping skin.
Sweat dripped, mixing with sea salt. Orgasms hit like rogue waves—Blake flooding me first, hot spurts painting my insides, then Ryan down my throat, salty and thick. I came untouched, splattering the counter. We collapsed in a heap, laughing breathlessly, the night’s possibilities crackling like thunder.
Chapter 2: Whispers in the Moonlit Waves
Later, under a sky bloated with stars, we snuck back to the beach. Blanket spread on damp sand, the tide lapping close. Ryan lay back, legs spread, his pink hole glistening from earlier play. “Your turn to watch, babe,” he said with a wink. Blake knelt between his thighs, tongue diving in deep, lapping at Ryan’s ass like it was nectar. I stroked myself slowly, the sight twisting my gut with lust.
Ryan’s moans carried on the wind, hips bucking. “Fuck, Blake, right there—deeper.” Blake obliged, fingers joining his tongue, scissoring wide. I crawled closer, kissing Ryan’s heaving chest, sucking a nipple until he arched. “Alex… need you too.” My cock slid into his mouth, wet and eager.
Blake rose, sheathing his monster dick in a condom. He claimed Ryan’s ass with one smooth thrust, making my fiancé’s eyes roll back. I felt the vibrations through Ryan’s body as Blake rutted hard, the slap of flesh echoing over the waves. Sand gritted between my toes; I pinched Ryan’s balls, rolling them as he deepthroated me sloppily.
“Switch,” Blake grunted. Now Ryan on all fours, me under him, my cock spearing his stretched hole while Blake face-fucked him. Ryan’s muffled screams, the gluck-gluck sounds—pure filth. Seagulls cried overhead as we synced thrusts, double-teaming Ryan until he exploded, cum arcing onto my chest. Blake pulled out, ripping off the rubber to paint Ryan’s face in ropes of jizz. I followed, pumping deep inside him.
We lay tangled, breaths ragged. Blake’s hand found my softening cock, squeezing gently. “Got something back at the house that’ll blow your mind, Alex. Ever heard of urethral play?” My pulse raced at the dirty whisper. Ryan grinned, licking cum from his lips. “He’s ready.”
Teasing the Edge
Back inside, fire crackling in the stone hearth—smoke and sex scents mingling—Blake unpacked his bag. Out came the rod: slim, stainless steel, vibrating tip humming to life. My cock twitched despite the recent spend. “This goes inside,” Blake said, eyes dark. “Feels intense—like nothing else.”
Ryan blindfolded me first, silk against my eyelids heightening every touch. Hands guided me to the couch, legs draped wide. Fingers lubed my slit, probing the tiny opening. Then—cold metal kissed my pisshole. I tensed, but the vibe kicked in, buzzing pleasure straight to my core.
“Relax,” Ryan breathed, lips on my ear. The rod eased in, millimeter by millimeter. Strange pressure bloomed into electric bliss as it hit sensitive spots inside. My hips jerked; pre-cum bubbled around the shaft. Blake’s mouth engulfed my balls, sucking hard while Ryan twisted the rod shallowly. Moans tore from me—uncontrolled, animalistic.
Chapter 3: Depths of Vibrating Surrender 💋
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The rod sank deeper now, vibrations rattling my prostate from within. I’d never felt so exposed, so utterly filled in this forbidden way. Ryan’s fingers danced over my nipples, twisting until pain blurred into ecstasy. “Look at you, taking it like a champ,” he purred. Blindfold off suddenly—light stabbed my eyes, but I locked on Blake stroking his re-hardening cock, pre-cum glistening.
“Watch this,” Blake said, positioning Ryan on the coffee table. My fiancé’s ass up, cheeks spread. Blake lubed up, slamming home without mercy. Ryan howled, hole clenching visibly. I pumped the rod in time with Blake’s brutal thrusts—thwack-thwack-thwack—each one jolting my body.
Sweat poured off us; the room stank of musk and lube. Ryan’s cock dangled, leaking steadily. I reached out, stroking him roughly. “Fuck me harder, Blake—make me cum!” Ryan begged. Blake obliged, hips pistoning like a machine, balls swinging heavy.
My hand flew on my shaft outside the rod, squeezing tight. The dual sensation built an inferno—intestines twisting, balls drawing up. “Gonna… fuck!” I yanked the rod free just as orgasm crashed, cum erupting in thick jets, splattering Ryan’s back while he shuddered through his own release under Blake’s assault.
Blake roared, pulling out to hose Ryan’s ass with seed. We panted, a sticky mess on the table. But the night was young; erections stirred again amid the aftershocks.
Shower of Sins
New scene: Dragging to the outdoor shower, stars witnessing. Hot water cascaded, steam rising. Ryan soaped my chest, hands sliding to my crack. Blake pressed behind him, sandwiching. Fingers invaded—two in Ryan, mine in Blake. Tongues tangled in a three-way kiss, tastes of salt, cum, soap mingling.
I dropped to knees, sucking Ryan while Blake fucked his mouth. Water pounded our backs; I fingered Blake’s hole, feeling it pulse. He groaned, flooding Ryan’s throat. Ryan came on my face—hot, bitter ropes mixing with rain.
Chapter 4: Flames of Shared Ruin
Dawn crept in, but sleep evaded us. Back in the king bed—sheets rumpled, air thick with cum-stench—we twisted anew. This time, me in the middle. Ryan’s cock nudged my ass; Blake’s my mouth. Double penetration of sorts, rocking in unison. Spit-roasted, I gagged and moaned, holes stretched to breaking.
“Feel that intensity?” Ryan whispered, nipping my ear. God, yes—the burn, the fullness. Blake’s pubes ground my nose, musky hairs tickling. They swapped, Ryan throat-fucking while Blake reamed my ass raw. Pounding, grunting, the bedframe creaked like it might snap.
New twist: Ryan fetched cuffs from Blake’s bag, securing my wrists to the headboard. Helpless now, they tag-teamed my cock—mouths, hands, even toes curling around. Edging me mercilessly, balls blue and aching. “Beg for it,” Blake demanded. “Please… let me cum!” I sobbed.
They relented. Ryan impaled himself on me reverse-cowboy, ass cheeks bouncing. Blake knelt, feeding Ryan his dick. I thrust up savagely, watching Ryan’s throat bulge. Cum exploded—mine deep in Ryan, theirs on his face and chest. 🔥
Beachside Reckoning
Staggering to the shore pre-sunrise, naked and spent. Waves licked our feet. Ryan dropped, ass presented. I fucked him doggy while Blake stood over, pissing a golden stream over us both—hot, acrid, taboo thrill. It mingled with surf, heightening the depravity. I came inside Ryan again, Blake jerking onto his back.
We collapsed, bodies entwined, the ocean whispering secrets.
Chapter 5: Echoes of Endless Hunger
Day two dawned sticky-hot. Kitchen breakfast turned filthy: Ryan bent over the table, eating pancakes while I ate his ass. Blake videoed on his phone—for memories—zooming on my tongue delving deep, Ryan’s hole puckering. “Smile for the camera, slut,” Blake teased.
He set up the rod again, this time on Ryan. Blindfolded fiancé on his back, legs hitched. Blake inserted slow, Ryan’s cockhead flaring as metal vanished inside. Vibrations hummed; Ryan bucked, pre-cum foaming. I straddled his face, grinding my hole on his mouth while Blake worked the rod expertly.
“That intense buzz hitting your spot, huh?” I gasped. Ryan mumbled yes into my ass, tongue fucking me. Blake stroked Ryan’s shaft hard—orgasm hit, cum surging around the rod in pressurized spurts. Insane sight. I spun, cumming on Ryan’s chest, Blake joining—titty-fuck of jizz.
Afternoon hike up coastal cliffs—new scene. Secluded spot, pants down. Ryan rimmed me while I blew Blake, wind howling. Frottage circle-jerk, cocks sliding slick. Cum shared on tongues, salty kisses amid wildflowers’ scent.
Chapter 6: Tides of Ultimate Surrender
Night four, bonfire on the beach. Flames danced, casting shadows on our sweat-slick skin. Blake blindfolded us both—Ryan and me—tying wrists loosely. “Trust the fire,” he murmured. His hands roamed, pinching, slapping asses until red welts bloomed—stinging pain fueling fire.
He positioned us back-to-back, asses kissing. Rod lubed for me again; fingers for Ryan. Simultaneous play: metal in my urethra, Blake’s digits prostate-milking Ryan. We writhed against each other, spines grinding, moans harmonizing with crackling wood.
Blindfolds off—Blake’s eyes burned with lust. He fucked me first, rod still in, dual invasion making me scream. Switched to Ryan, who clenched around him greedily. Me on Ryan’s cock now, riding while Blake re-entered me—train formation, holes linked in frenzy.
Intense waves built—climaxes syncing. I milked Ryan dry inside me; he took Blake’s load; Blake pulled out to cum on us both. Spent, collapsing into sand, fire warming our sides. Ryan’s head on my chest, Blake’s arm over us. No words needed; bodies spoke volumes. The ocean rolled on, endless as our hunger, wedding vows be damned—this bond was forged in cum and fire.
We dozed as embers died, waves lapping promises of more.
