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The seagull walked closer to Julia. Tiny wet footprints trailed behind the waddling bird.  The seagull looked up at Julia’s hand and realized there was nothing there.  It turned around and flew over the water.

“Even the seagulls are fleeing Mermaid Island,” Devin said.

Julia giggled.  It was true.  Just last week, this beach was crowded with college kids but now it was almost completely empty.  School was starting next week and most people had left to get ready.  Right now there was just one other person on the beach and it was some old guy collecting sea shells.

“Wait,” Devin said.  He stood still and looked out onto the water.  She wondered if he was consciously striking a stoic pose of thoughtful silence.

She came to the decision that he was and she had to bite back a giggle.  Devin was something of a drama queen.  He wore black in the middle of summer.  He preached constantly about the freedom of the individual and how it tied into a flat tax rate.  He obsessed over his hair constantly as soon as they got in from out of the wind.  He was the total opposite of the guy she usually dated.

But God, did he know how to fuck.  More specifically, he knew how to dominate Julia.  He read all the right books about bondage and submission.  He was on all of the cool message boards.  He even wrote a really hot e-book about it.  When he slapped her ass, when he told her to beg and when he fucked her until she screamed herself hoarse, she forgave all of his speeches about the commercialization of nihilism.

She was going to miss him when she went back to school.

Devin continued to look at the water.  He scratched his chin as if he was thinking.  Shit, no one really does that when they think, do they?

She was glad that she was going to leave him.  He was a bit full of himself.

Julia should have went back last Sunday but she had stayed.  Julia’s roommates had left yesterday but Julia wanted one more week.  Her friends had been confused that she would stay with such a weirdo like Devin but they would be relieved when she came back without him.  For now though, she could play with him until the last minute and school started again.

“Take your breasts out,” Devin said.

A chill went down her back despite the warm weather.  “Right here?” she asked.  “In public?”

She knew how he would respond and he didn’t disappoint.  His hand went to her breast and with the certainty that comes from fucking her silly for the past seven days, he found her nipple under her bikini top.  The fingers clamped onto her breast and squeezed.

Delicious pain shot through her breast.  Wonderful agony that she had read about for ages blossomed through her.  A thousand dirty stories read in shameful secret came to life with that single pinch.

The fingers twisted a little further and tears sprang to Julia’s eyes.  “Okay, okay,” she said.

The fingers released.  She thought about taking her top off but no, she wasn’t that crazy.  She just pulled down and freed her small breasts from their cups.  That way, she could just slip them back in if someone saw her.

“Stay that way,” Devin said and he resumed his thoughtful internal monologue as he looked wistfully out to sea.

Julia refrained from rolling her eyes.  He was something of a dork but shit, she was so wet right now.  No one had ever treated her like this.  No one back at school had ever pushed her limits and made her do things that she had never dared to do.  There was no one like Devin back home.

And that, was how Julia planned to keep it.  She had a career to think about.  She had her grades.  Fuck, she had her parents to worry about.  There was no way she was going to date a dominant guy like Devin for real.

But for summer, yeah, she could play with him for the summer.

“Suck my cock,” Devin said suddenly.

“What?” Julia said.  Her sex felt it was going to soak through her bikini.  He was insane!

“You’ll be leaving soon,” he said.  “I want an act of submission that truly marks you as mine.  I want you to perform an act of submission that transcends your rigid concept of societal expectations-“

“Yes,” Julia said, sinking to her knees in the sand.  He shut up right away when she pulled down his swimming trunks.  If she had let him keep talking, he would have gone on and on until her pussy dried up and she lost her nerve.

His cock was halfway hard when she grabbed it but a few second inside her mouth fixed that.  He tasted of salt and sand.  Her tongue licked hard against familiar ridges as he grew in her mouth.

The wind blew and so did Julia.  Her head moved back and forth along the length of his cock, her lips leaving behind a trail of spit.  Devin put one hand on her shoulder, letting her decide the pace.  Both of her hands went to Devin’s ass as she pulled him deeper down her throat.  She moaned as his cock pulsed in her mouth.

She kept her eyes closed.  Her hair whipped against her face from the wind.  The water came in and brushed her toes.  She shivered at the sudden wetness but she kept sucking.  It was what was demanded of her.

Julia wondered about the old man collecting seashells.  Did he see them?  If he couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, there was only one reason a woman got on her knees and put her face to her man’s crotch.  He had to know what they were doing.

Was he appalled?  Was he turned on?  Both ideas excited her.  Let him see her submission.  It was who she was, for a few more days at least.

Devin’s hand moved to her head.  She smiled and kept sucking.  He may be the master of her body but he had little self control when it came to his dick.

He pulled her head deeper onto his cock.  She licked faster.  She sucked harder.  She made little moans as if she was going to come just from sucking him.

The water returned and this time her knees got wet.  Julia shrieked but Devin’s hand kept her pinned.  She could feel her knees sinking into wet sand.  She forgot about summer submission and worried about getting muddy or falling over.

Devin’s hand didn’t budge.  There would be no respite until he climaxed.  Julia realized not for the first time that Devin might just be a colossal asshole.  She wasn’t going to miss him at all.

She sucked harder.  Devin’s unforgiving hand pulled her deeper.  His cock choked her and his hand never let go.  She whimpered as the water came in and splashed against her thighs.  The entire ocean could come in and he would let her drown rather than release her before he came.

Fuck, she was going to miss him.

Devin’s fingers tightened in her hair and a second late, she felt the first surge of seed enter her mouth.  Julia hated the taste of come but she swallowed it.  She thought semen was disgusting but she licked as more and more filled her mouth. This was something she swore that she would never do again once she got home and that made the swallowing just a little bit easier.

“Up,” he said.  He stuffed his cock back into his trunks.

Julia tried to stand but slipped in the wet sand.  She landed on one knee but she was okay.  Devin didn’t even help as she got up.  In annoyance, she stuffed her breasts back into her bikini top without asking first.

Down the beach, the old man was staring at her.  He shook his head and went back to collecting shells.

“I didn’t say you could hide your breasts yet,” Devin said.

Julia didn’t answer.  Maybe it was time to go back home today.

“I will punish you back at the hotel,” Devin said.  “I think I will use the crop.”

Julia frowned.  She hated the crop.  It hurt too much.  It wasn’t fun at all.

Maybe she would wait and go home tomorrow.

  2 Responses to “Fiction: Last of the Summer Blowjobs”

  1. I love that we see her internal conflict about her feelings for him.
    Also that the right hand on the back of the neck (or pinch of a nipple) can obliterate any qualms (at least momentarily).
    Mirrors my experience

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