The FFFC – Four on the sand
(This is another story of our Club, written in collaboration with my friend and partner Toni, from Australia. Comments are welcome)
That Friday the Club seemed quiet, but the weather was great and I d expected several members to be at the pool and /or the beach. I was having a margarita at the bar, when Joan came from the office. “Hey darling, how’s you?”, she asked and we kissed long and deep.
I offered her a drink and we were starting to talk when Anita, the black girl and youngest of the club appeared. “Hello Anita, nice to see you”. Anita kissed us, sat with us and ordered a drink. She said she was hot and feisty and she hoped to find a member to fight. Joan asked if she would be ok, or she was afraid of her. Anita laughed and said she had not been afraid of anybody in her life. “Besides, fights, even if I lose, excite me”.
So, they decided to go to the beach after the drinks.
In that moment, Thelma appeared. The Californian redhead, new member of the Club introduced herself and ordered a drink. After a few minutes of general conversation, she said: “So, you are the famous Maura”. “Well, I don’t know about famous, but, yes, I am Maura”. “Oh, but I have heard lots about you since I joined the Club. That you are a great fighter, almost invincible. That you are a sex bomb. Things like that. Imagine my curiosity and my interest in meeting you.”
I was admiring this woman, her body, her intensity, her scent. I was getting wet, I must confess.
Anita and Joan said they were going to get ready for their fight and left the bar. I moved closer to Thelma and our staring at each other was a clear challenge to each of us.
“I would like to test your fame, Maura. Where I come from, I have defeated almost all the women I have confronted. And they are many. In brutal fights or sexual fights, though I confess that lately I prefer much more to show my sexuality against other mature women”.
“Well, I don’t blame you. I also prefer the sexual encounters, better than the brutal wars, though I am still up in the list of hard fighters, ask Anita or Joan for instance”.
“Well, Maura, I challenge you woman to woman. I want to add another trophy to my collection”.
“I accept your challenge, Thelma. If you have already been assigned a room, go to get your bikini and your towel and let’s meet on the beach in thirty minutes. And sorry to say, I won’t be anybody’s trophy”.
I went to my suite and got a skimpy bikini.
When I got down to the beach, I saw Joan and Anita already tangled. They were in a double head lock and punching each other hard. It seemed the fury of the black girl had the advantage, but I knew Joan’s great experience and saw that Anita had her tits and belly almost blue from the accuracy of Joan’s punches.
At that, Thelma appeared. She was astonishing with her minimal bikini in flesh color, which made her seem naked. In fact, a couple of small triangles of silky material which barely hid her nipples, and another triangle which covered exclusively her cxnt lips was all she was wearing.
When she got closer to me, she extended her towel and sat languidly. She looked at Anita and Joan, who were rolling on the sand punching and kicking each other. “Wow, those girls are really hurting each other”, she said.
Anita and Joan were in fact enduring a big punishment from the other. They had blood on their faces, and signs of bites and scratches all over their bodies. Anita was furious, as usual in all her fights. But Joan was controlling her fury with expert punches and slaps. In that moment, Joan was on top, punishing the black girl hard, spitting on her face as she straddled her belly and mauled her tits with her claws.
Anita gave and submitted with tears in her eyes, more of rage than pain. Then Joan kissed her, licked her mauled tits and moved her hairy pussy on Anita’s smooth cxnt. Anita, a hetero sexual woman, was furious, but she knew she had to expect it. In fact, when Joan started sucking her pussy, she enjoyed it and moaned in pleasure. Joan finger fucked and sucked her to orgasm.
Then the intense Anita said: “You don’t think this is the end, do you, whore?”.
In the next minute they were fighting again like animals.
Thelma was inclined over me and we were kissing lustily, our hands roaming about our full and already sweaty bodies.
“I want you Maura, I want to fuck you to the best orgasm of your life and then make you eat me as your winner”, Thelma was whispering.
“Oh, Thelma, I am sure that will happen, but the other way around”, I whispered back.
Our bikinis had been off and were on the sand. Our fingers penetrated our hot cxnts while our tongues battled in our mouths. Very soon our moans were as loud as the groans and screams of the fighters. I realized that Thelma was expert with her tongue and fingers and I was going to need all my expertise to beat the redhead sexually.
In fact, we exploded simultaneously and our kiss became loving instead of battling. Then we started in on a sixty nine, and we were like two animals in heat, tongues deep in our tasty cxnts, fingers deep in our assholes. We sucked our excited clits and cleaned our juices, actually producing more juices as we continued tasting and finger fucking each other with gusto, but also with the natural intention of making the other cum first.
No way. Our bodies jumped again simultaneously, our cxnts opened like fountains and we squirted cum juices and pee together, mixing and soaking our faces and upper torsos.
We broke the sixty nine, laying on our backs looking at each other and Thelma said: “They were right. You are a great sex goddess”.
“No, sweetie, no goddess would be so lusty. I am just a woman who loves sex, especially with wonderful sluts like you”.
We kissed, but soon our bodies started moving sinuously until we were in a scissor position, our cxnts locked, clits kissing, and our hands on the other’s ass. “Sooner or later, I will dominate your cxnt, bitch”, Thelma said.
“Oh, honey, why instead of talking don’t you fuck?”, I hissed.
As an answer, Thelma slammed her strong pussy on mine. I responded slamming hers and for many minutes we attacked our womanhood hard and painfully. Our hands clawed nails in our big butts and we groaned loudly at each attack.
But in spite of the pain we exploded again together, we embraced tight, our cxnts gushed powerfully and for a few minutes we shook and gushed, kissing lustily, while the hurt on our pussies was disappearing.
We were still kissing when Thelma started grinding slowly her hot pussy. Automatically, I responded. Our clits met and sparks of fantastic pleasure passed between them. We rubbed clits for a long time, feeling them so hard like small penises trying to penetrate the other cxnt lips.
“Oh, yes, fuck”,
“Fuck my clit, whore”.
One hour and three orgasms later, we were still fucking. But it was visible that Thelma was tired. Little by little, I got a dominant position and, though Thelma still ground proudly her hot cxnt onto mine, I knew I was outfucking her.
Finally, Thelma screamed: “Oh, shit, stop... I am cumming!”. Her body got limp, she laid on her back, sweating and trembling hard, her cxnt gushing spasmodically and I sat on her face, ground my hairy cxnt and came profusely, soaking Thelma’s face with my victorious cum.
Similarly, Anita was sitting on Joan’s face, cumming, while the tall blonde had her cxnt invaded by Anita’s fingers.
Anita had defeated Joan in their second round.
Joan, exhausted on the sand, screamed: “You, bitch, don’t believe this is the end”.
But Anita was running to the water, followed closely by myself.
I had left Thelma on the towels, as exhausted as Joan.
From the water, playful with Anita, I could see several other members who had been watching us…
