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The beach cheat

Purple Reign and Golden Rays

The California sun had reached its zenith, turning the secluded cove into a shimmering kiln of desire. The air was thick, not just with the briny scent of the Pacific, but with the musk of sweat, expensive sunscreen, and the raw, electric tension between the three of us. Susan lay beneath me, her chest rising and falling in shallow, jagged heaves, her skin a map of flushed pink and slick, translucent oil.

Sai stood over us, her violet hair a stark, regal contrast against the pale blue sky. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were darkened with a hunger that bordered on the feral. She had watched us with a voyeur’s intensity, her purple-painted toes still glistening from Sue’s mouth.

"You’ve had your fun with the Saint of the Fantastic," Sai purred, her voice low and vibrating with a submissive need she only ever showed in the shadows. "Now, I want you to remind me why I let you keep me in chains."

I reached up, my hands still slick from Sue’s body, and gripped Sai’s hips. Her skin was hot, vibrating under my touch. I hoisted her up, her lithe, athletic frame surprisingly light in my arms. I pivoted, laying her face-down on the plush towel where Sue had just been thoroughly claimed.

Sai let out a sharp, needy exhale as her stomach hit the fabric. She arched her back instinctively, pushing her firm, rounded rear toward the sky. Her long, purple hair spilled over the sides of the towel like a silken shroud.

"More," she commanded, her face pressed into the terrycloth. "I’m still too dry. I want to feel you working it into me until I can't distinguish the heat of the sun from the heat of your hands."

I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen, the plastic slick in my grip. I poured a generous amount onto the small of her back and the twin peaks of her glutes. The white cream pooled against her bronzed skin before I began to massage it in. I didn't use the gentle, sweeping motions I had used on Sue. For Sai, I dug my heels and palms in, kneading the dense muscle of her thighs and the high, tight curves of her ass.

Sai groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through the towel. "Yes... harder. Bruise me if you have to. I want to feel every finger."

Sue, meanwhile, had sat up. She looked transformed. The "mommy" vibes were still there in the softness of her features, but there was a new, predatory glint in her blue eyes. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, her white-painted nails digging into the sand as she positioned herself at the head of the towel, right in front of Sai’s face.

"She’s been very bossy today, hasn't she?" Sue whispered, her voice surprisingly steady. She looked down at Sai, then back at me. "I think she needs to be kept busy while you work."

Sue settled back on her haunches, spreading her legs wide. Her hourglass figure was on full display, her intimate folds glistening in the sunlight. She leaned forward, pressing her center toward Sai’s mouth.

"Eat, Sai," I commanded, my hands never stopping their rhythmic, punishing massage of Sai’s thighs. "Show Susan how much you appreciate her 'purity.'"

Sai didn't hesitate. Her psychic discipline was gone, replaced by a raw, base instinct. She reached up, her purple-nailed fingers gripping Sue’s hips, and buried her face between the blonde woman’s legs. The sound of Sai’s tongue against Sue’s slick skin mingled with the crashing waves, a wet, rhythmic slapping that drove the heat in my own blood to a boiling point.

Sue threw her head back, her golden hair swaying. "Oh... oh my. Sai, you’re... you’re so much more aggressive than I imagined."

I moved between Sai’s legs, my knees sinking into the soft sand at the edge of the towel. I reached down, my fingers slick with lotion, and began to tease her entrance. I didn't go inside. I just traced the rim, circling the sensitive nub of her clitoris with agonizing slowness.

Sai’s body bucked. She tried to pull away from Sue to gasp for air, but I shoved my hand against her lower back, pinning her down.

"Stay there," I growled. "You don't get to come up for air until she tells you to."

Sai let out a muffled whimper of compliance, her tongue working even faster against Sue. I could see the tension in her calves, her purple-toed feet flexing and curling into the sand. I continued to tease her, my thumb pressing firmly against her heat while my other hand moved back to her ass, squeezing and pulling the flesh.

"Please," Sai gasped out, the words barely audible between her ministrations to Sue. "Stop... stop teasing. I need it. I need you to break me."

"Not yet," I whispered, leaning down so my breath hitched against the shell of her ear. "You wanted to be treated like property. Property doesn't get to ask. Property waits until its owner is ready."

Sue reached down, her fingers tangling in Sai’s violet hair, pulling her head closer, deeper. "She’s right, Sai. You’ve been such a naughty girl, setting this all up. You need to earn it."

The minutes stretched, blurred by the heat and the sensory overload. The friction of my fingers against Sai’s slick folds was making her crazy. She was slicker than the lotion now, her own natural lubrication mixing with the coconut-scented cream. She was shaking, a fine tremor running through her toned limbs.

Finally, when I felt her internal muscles pulsing with a desperate, pre-orgasmic rhythm, I shifted. I gripped her waist, lifting her hips just enough to align us.

"Now," I said.

I drove into her in one powerful thrust. Sai let out a muffled scream against Sue’s thigh, her body going rigid. The fit was perfect—tight, hot, and incredibly slick. I didn't hold back. I hammered into her, my chest slamming against her back with every stroke.

The scene was a chaotic masterpiece of flesh and color. Sue was above us, her eyes closed in ecstasy as Sai’s tongue continued to work her, while I claimed Sai from behind. The purple and white of their nails, the gold and violet of their hair, all blending together under the harsh, beautiful California sun.

"That’s it," I groaned, my pace quickening. "Take it, Sai."

Sai’s hands clawed at the towel, pulling at the fabric as she took every inch of me. She was no longer the dominant ninja, the psychic warrior of the X-Men. She was just a woman being thoroughly used, and the joy she took in that surrender was palpable.

Sue began to peak again, her breath hitching in high-pitched sobs. "I’m... I’m going! Sai, don't stop!"

Sai redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing rhythmically as she brought the Invisible Woman to a crashing, vocal climax. As Sue’s body collapsed forward, draping herself over Sai’s back, I felt my own control snap.

I buried myself deep inside Sai, my hands gripping her shoulders, and let out a low growl as I finished. Sai’s internal walls clamped down on me like a vice, her own climax hitting her so hard she could only let out a long, high-pitched whine that was lost to the wind.

We stayed like that for a long time, a tangle of limbs and spent energy. The sun was beginning its slow descent, the shadows of the rocks lengthening across the sand.

Sue was the first to move, sliding off Sai’s back and onto the sand beside us. She looked utterly wrecked, her golden hair a mess, a soft, dazed smile on her face. "I think... I think I need to move to the West Coast," she joked breathlessly.

Sai rolled over slowly, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at me, the submissive haze still clouding her gaze, before she reached out and took my hand. She kissed my knuckles, her purple-painted lips cool against my skin.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice back to its silken, sultry purr. "That was exactly what I needed."

She turned her head to Sue, a wicked glint returning to her eyes. "But don't think you're getting off that easy, Susan. We still have that bottle of wine in the car. And I have plenty of ideas for how to spend the evening."

Sue laughed, a warm, genuine sound. "I don't doubt it for a second, Sai."

As we began to pack up our things, the tide coming in to wash away the footprints and the evidence of our afternoon in the sand, I looked at the two of them. The psychic ninja and the matriarch of the Fantastic Four, both glowing with a secret, shared heat.

The beach was quiet again, but the air still felt electric, charged with the promise of what was to come once the sun finally dipped below the horizon.