Since its shaft had grown to be two inches long, she could now flip her cock up when she stuffed it into her panties. No longer did the head of her co...ck rub against the fabric of her panties and that was a great relief. That Saturday was especially warm and so the amount of clothing people wore dropped along with the heat. Benita herself wore a shorter skirt with matching top and enjoyed the breeze on her legs. While the socks stuffed on either side of her cock were a necessity, they were also. I whipped my cock out and put it in. It went in easily. We were standing while doing all of this.As I kept fucking, I felt her pussy tighten. This wasn’t the tightening of an orgasm though. I looked in to her eyes and she whispered ‘Harder’. She was excited, thrilled. I started giving harder and longer strokes, while we stood there. She wanted to scream at every stroke but my kissing her mouth muffled her. Her pussy had now clamped my cock. The dirt and filth of sex around us had made her feel. I watched as he pulled his dick out of the top of his trunks and then he lifted me up in the water and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid me onto his manhood. We fucked in the water until he grunted and blew a load into my tight hole. We stood in the chest high water, me clinging to him, my legs wrapped around him and his cock buried deep inside me while we kissed. After a few minutes, I put my bikini bottoms back on and we walked back to our blanket, where I lit up another. Sliding softly up my thigh, I can feel the heat radiating from between my dampening folds. As my hand traces over my clit, I shudder thinking of His last touch on me. So recently, yet so long ago. I slowly slide a finger between my pussy lips, letting my thumb softly rub my hardening clit. A soft moan escaping from deep inside me. As I slide my finger out and back in, I gently add a second finger. My rhythm increasing, my thumb rubbing my clit harder now. I am so close to sweet release, but.