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"I got this one!"

For a couple like Jules and Chester, staying active was no struggle at all.

They found plenty of creative ways to get their daily exercise in, but living near the coast and loving the sand, they were delighted to find that there was a casual, beach volleyball league brewing in their town, and there were plenty of teams that needed a couple of extra players.

"Nice set, Chester!"

The shorter equine wasn't quite up to the task of spiking the ball over the net and putting on a display like some of the taller players, but he was impressively skilled at bumping and setting, making him the ideal candidate to float around in the middle of the court and play a good defensive game.

He didn't realize that he had a knack for the game until they were a few weeks into the league, but something else came to light, as they became more comfortable with the new friends that they'd made.

"Point...that's another drink for your team!"

There were no alcoholics on the court, but like plenty of other people in their 20's and 30's, the act of mixing booze into unrelated activities was becoming a common occurrence; Jules was able to hold her own most of the time, but that evening, they were struggling to stay ahead of the competition, and by the time the third game came around, everyone was stumbling a little bit.

"Thank goodness...I'm not sure I could have taken another," Juliette admitted, as she leaned on her boyfriend's shoulder and gave him a peck. "You really saved my ass there, big guy."

The double entendres were flying long before the alcohol was properly flowing, but the social lubricant made for a comfortable time to be had by all. When the opportunities were there, jokes were made, but nothing too untoward was ever said...and the boundaries that were left by the other members of the group were more casual suggestions than actual boundaries.

"Pretty sure he's never saved it before," one of the mutual couples teased. "Got a feeling he's done something else to it, the way you talk about him."

That far along in their relationship, Chester was still the bashful one, but there was a silent delight to knowing that his girlfriend was still bragging to their friends about the size of his member.

His level of skill with the same often came into play, and playing volleyball with the same group of people meant that the smaller equine had to get used to the idea of plenty of eyes being on him, watching and waiting to see if he might accidentally slip out of the cut of his shorts.

Thus far, it hadn't happened, but everyone else was keeping their fingers crossed; even Juliette was quietly hoping that she might have a good excuse to help her boyfriend stuff his junk back into his shorts before the season was over, and they were just getting to the peak heat of the summer...she knew there would be plenty of opportunities before the leaves turned.

"And the way all of you talk about us, it makes me wonder if you're all hoping that we might give you a public show sometime," Juliette muttered to the giggles of the watching crowd. "Dunno if we've got that much of a wild streak about us, though."

Helping Chester back into position and taking her spot near the back corner, Juliette caught the ball on the return and prepared for a serve. "This one is for the game, right?"

"Game and the match, if you guys can pull this off," someone reminded her. "Not that we've got anywhere to be..."

No one in the group was too much of a hardass about playing the game strictly by the rules, and further, none of them were worried about keeping a record of wins or losses.

Even declaring the winner of a game or a match didn't matter too much, so long as everyone got a chance to serve and play every position on the court.

"Maybe I'll bungle this on purpose, then," Juliette offered. "Not that you guys have been able to block a single serve from me all season..."

Athletically talented beyond her naturally tall and firm frame, Juliette was proud of the body she worked to maintain, and a wide variety of sports came naturally to her, even without the years of practice that many athletes had to put into them to stay sharp.

Lofting the ball up into the air and striking it with uncanny precision, Juliette was sure that she'd just won the game on an ace: she actually went out of her way not to give it her all on every serve, but when it came down to game point, she wasn't afraid to bust out the big guns and make a display of winning the match.

That emphasis was already spread across her face in a wide, confident grin, but that look faltered when she didn't hear a delicate paff under the ball.

Instead, a thomp sent the ball back into the air as one of the opposing players dug it out of the sand just before it had a chance to touch, and with so much kinetic energy behind the ball, there was no way to send it up into the air as gently as they would have liked.

"I got it!"

The ball hung in the air for what felt like a full minute before it came down; the illusion of time meant it wasn't quite that long, but it was plenty enough time for the other couples to get into place and set up a perfect spike for their own tallest player.

Running up from the back and jumping high, the lanky cheetah was looking for a weak spot in the court, hoping to steal Juliette's thunder and put his own exclamation point on the victory to be had.

Aiming right at her ankles and forcing her to bend over was the only spot that made sense, with Chester roaming the middle of the court and moving around in the gaps.

"Incoming!" Chester called out, just before the satisfying SMACK of an open palm sent the ball flying back at them, but for all of her natural athleticism, it didn't look like Juliette was going to be able to make it to the ball cleanly.

That didn't stop her from trying to dive for it, but Chester beat her to the punch, as he skidded into place, bumping the ball backward over his head.

He didn't think that would have been enough to end the game, but he was so overwhelmed with adrenaline by making the incredible save that he didn't even notice why everyone else had paused in the middle of the action.

"Did...d-did it land? Did we win?!"

Everyone else looked like they were excited by something; certainly, they were caught off guard, but even as the ball landed on the other side of the net without an attempted return, Chester hasn't figured out what was going on.

The warmth of the summer sun kept his body so hot that he didn't notice his shorts were sitting around his ankles until he felt that same sunlight against the bare flesh of his exposed cock.

It would have been quite the treat, if everyone on the court wasn't ogling his length.

"...Th...this...look, I know what we were all talking about earlier, but this is not what it looks like!"

As much as he didn't want to be laughed at for his exposure, Chester was glad to hear any sounds to break the silence. The few giggles he heard weren't teasing or joking, however: he could hear a hint of amorous intention in the voices of the other couples as they admired him, the little bit of shame they might have normally felt being pushed aside by the presence of a few drinks.

"Looks like we did win after all," Juliette suggested, looking up at Chester for a change of pace. "At least, I feel like a winner from where I am..."

Standing much taller than her boyfriend, Juliette was used to looking down on him quite literally, and leaning down to steal of his delightfully sweet kisses.

Having fallen between his legs, taking his swim trunks with her, Juliette was getting a face full of the wide, tasty flare that she'd sampled plenty of times before. From the new perspective, she was finding an even greater appreciation for just how impressive it was, but in her clumsy slip, her arms were still resting on his shorts, and the poor equine wasn't given a chance to become erect before everyone saw what he had to offer.

All the same, everyone was impressed by what they saw, even before Juliette gave him a reason to stiffen up in another way.

"Sweetie, that's...w-well, that's kinda hot, actually," he admitted, hoping his voice was quiet enough not to draw the greater attention of the crowd, "But this probably isn't the best place for us to be having this kind of discussion, is it?"

The sun was almost hidden by the edge of the ocean's horizon, the parking lot was empty of other cars, and the sand itself was empty of other people, save for the couples that they'd met in their time together.

It was still a bold, risky move, and it still meant putting on a show for an audience, but if Juliette was after something, she knew exactly what she had to do to make it happen...she only wished she could help Chester back into his shorts so she could properly strip him down for her friends.

Guess we'll just have to cut to the chase, she thought, as she licked her lips and leaned up on her forearms, until her boyfriend's length was hanging across the bridge of her muzzle. Not that I've ever had a problem with skipping the warmup and getting to the good part...

Chester's body stiffened up from head to toe, skipping the obvious part in the middle of his body. "Jules, you...y-you're giving me that look again..."

The stares of the other players were settling on his cock, as well, but Juliette was the true star of the show, with such an impressive tool draped over her face and a tink, but entirely visible trickle of precum kissing down her jawline.

"And I'd say that this is more than enough evidence that you don't have a problem with that look...or the fact that everyone's watching," she said, taking no care to whisper: if they were all going to watch anyway, she wasn't going to go to the trouble of keeping her voice down. "Goodness...haven't even given it a single stroke, and you're already leaking this much?"

Her fingertips stroked over her own cheek and collected a sample of the clear mess, before stretching it between the tips of those digits and forcing Chester to come to terms with just how aroused he was at being put on display.

She'd known that about him for a while, and naturally, he'd known it about himself...but where he needed more time to accept that side of himself and properly embrace it, Juliette was already well beyond that: the only reason she hadn't already engulfed the whole shaft was for the sake of the captive audience, knowing that it was rude to rush to the end of the performance.

Chester might have been able to guess that his evening would have ended with a little fun between he and Juliette, but at the very least, he thought she would have taken him to the car first; even stopping around the cover of guard tower or a mound of sand would have been enough to meet his expectations.

He wasn't being given that sort of opportunity, and his cock continued to betray him as a single, curious lick along the underside of his flare brought a fresh jet of precum to spray from the tip.

"Jeez, Jules...how long have you been keeping that poor boy in chastity? Looks like he's already gonna blow his load!"

Juliette giggled at the underside of his flare, letting his tender flesh absorb every bouncing, delicate vibration. "You're kidding, right? I can't keep up with him! No matter how many times I think I've milked him bone dry, he's always got more for me...s-so much more, honestly, that I'm starting to wonder where he keeps it all!"

A slender body only made Chester's thick, full cock appear that much more impressive, but there was no shortage of weight in the orbs that hung below the base of his shaft, and the obvious tension in his sack was drawing her eyes right past the usually addictive tool, down to a part of his package that she didn't give nearly enough attention to.

"Well...that's not to say that I don't actually know where he keeps it," Juliette admitted. "But how he makes so much...and how he's always ready to go, no matter how many times I've taken every inch of him...well...that part, I can't explain."

"Hopefully that's not a complaint I'm hearing?" Chester asked. His voice lacked the sincere confidence that Juliette so naturally possessed, but little by little, she was passing more of that positive, self-loving attitude to her boyfriend, giving him the courage he needed to do more than stand and be silent as he was toyed with. "Sure didn't sound like one, anyway."

Juliette wasn't going to go easy on her boyfriend just because they were in front of a crowd, but she didn't want to utterly smother his confidence, just when it was starting to make an appearance.

"Complain...about this wonderful fucking cock? I don't think I could ever find the words," she claimed. "Though I would like to file a complaint with you for keeping it from me all day."

She was hoping to set him up for an easy comeback, but it was an easy come, easy go situation for Chester's confidence, especially when he knew what was coming on the other end of whatever he said.

"How...uh...h-how much I make up for being so inconsiderate?" he asked, doing an impressive job of keeping up with Juliette's playful nature and demanding pace.

Just as he expected, she wasn't going to answer with proper words, but the other couples weren't there to listen to the two of them flirt and exchange their sensual banter.

They were just as eager to watch Juliette suck her boyfriend off as she was to do the deed, and an audible gasp escaped not from Chester, but from the rest of the team as Juliette crooked her neck up and eased the flared, wide tip of his cock into her mouth, right past the warm, pink curl of her tongue.

I swear, he's even bigger than usual...rubbing the tip against the roof of my mouth...just how into this are you, Chester?

Juliette would have been one to talk, if her mouth wasn't already so full: there was a visible streak of arousal escaping around the crotch of her bikini, and the sun wasn't set far enough to hide that detail from a discerning eye.

The only thing keeping anyone from giving it more attention was the fact that her mouth was so talented at making a mess of Chester, and spittle was already dripping from her lips and moving down his shaft as she worked her way further and further onto the impressive tool, nearing the base with a rapid, voracious gait.

"H...h-holy shit, Jules...y-you've never worked so f-fucking fast before," Chester whispered out a truth that the rest of the party didn't need to be privy to, but there would be very few secrets between the couple and their friends when the evening came to a close.

Juliette's overwhelming libido and incredible pace were just the start of the things they were learning about the sexual dynamics that she and Chester shared, and as they watched, they could see the stallion reaching a full, proper erection in her mouth, spurred on by the pleasure that she was sucking right out of him.

If she were so determined, she knew she could get him off even faster with a few cheap tricks, but if this was going to be a proper display, she wasn't going to cheat their friends out of any of the finer details.

"Mnn..._ullk..._mnnah! Still got just a little sweat on it...but that wasn't wet enough for me," Juliette confessed. "Wanted to make sure it was good and soaked before I did anything else..."

The fact that he was being sucked off in front of a crowd was already unbelievable to Chester, who was doing all he could to bite back on his pleasure and the quiet, eager whimpers that would have usually escaped him in the heat of the act.

The way Juliette was talking, however, he was trying to steel his resolve for an even greater heat, thinking that she might be pushing him onto his back for the ride of a lifetime.

Wrong as he was, he wasn't upset in the least when the grinning mare revealed the fullest extent of her plan, one teasing, whistling breath at a time.

"I know t-they say you're supposed to blow on them, b-but I don't...t-think this is what they meant," Chester stumbled his way through his words as Juliette eased his rump into the sand, but before he felt the coarse, cool material against his backside, he felt her breath tickling the strands of saliva that had reached his sack with teasing, direct breaths, sending a chill through his balls and a shock through his entire body.

He couldn't recall her ever using such a tactic before; the only thing that kept him from erupting right between her eyes and coating her muzzle was the fact that he was a little too sensitive there.

She hadn't given his orbs enough attention for him to be used to that kind of thing, but she was getting ready to change that, and given the eager stares of the audience, she wasn't going to do anything halfway...even the teasing puffs of air over his tender orbs were of direct skill and intent, but they proved little more than a warmup to her next move.

"Not that I'd ever complain about suggestions, Chester, but...I'm pretty sure that this is my area of expertise," she joked. The crowd was listening closely enough to giggle at her taunt, but she didn't give Chester the chance to join them: she leaned right in and captured one of his balls between her lips, jostling it delicately in the end of her muzzle and tossing it with her tongue.

There was no shortage of skill about the mare, but every time Chester thought he'd experienced every trick in the book, there was another page for Juliette to turn to; he already knew this one was going to break him, and only time would tell if she was able to move her head up fast enough to contain his mess or not.

That race against time was a gamble that added a final, unnecessary element of excitement to the peak of the act, but if Chester had come to learn anything about his girlfriend, it was her preference of taking sexual acts to excess, rather than leaving _any_part of one halfway done.

"If it is...y-you...you know I'm about to cum all over your face, r-right?" he asked, surprising himself with the amount of control that he was able to keep over his voice, when she was sucking any sense of self-control right out of his body under the guise of a flood of precum. "Unless you w-wanted that...notthatI'dcomplain...you may w-wanna...get back...on the f-fucking tip... mnnnnf!"

Unlikely as it was that the couple was going to be caught by anybody that would object to what they were doing, there was still an element of reality to the act that Chester couldn't ignore: if the authorities or a stick in the mud came along, he at least wanted the plausible deniability that he wasn't screaming his lover's praises at the top of his lungs.

Jules, on the other hand, wanted to prove her skills by making the lucky equine cry out his praises for her with an unstoppable act...and feeling her mouth engulf one orb and bathe it was a great start, but her suckling lips moved right to the base of the sack and tickled both at once, allowing her wide, skillful tongue to sample both tender balls at the same time.

She knew there was no way she'd be able to make it back to the tip without getting _a little_mess on her face, but for being such a good sport about being sucked off in front of their friends, Jules felt like putting on an extra display; the crowd would appreciate it, but Chester would know that she'd only done it for his benefit.

"Mmm...mmhm..." Jules just kept at her task, knowing that she held her boyfriend at the whims of her tongue: she wasn't going to show him any further mercy, with a final draw of her tongue following the throb of his cock from the base to the tip.

Tracing the wide, thick vein in the middle of the impressive shaft, she raced the first gush of his seed to the flare, but getting around the width was a difficult task, no matter how many times she made herself intimately familiar with the tasty flesh.

Her eyes half-lidded, her mouth wide open and her tongue out on display, Jules put out the full welcome mat for Chester. Lifting her paws to her own chest and cupping the weight of her breasts made sure that none of his tasty yield would go to waste, and if there was any resilience left in the younger equine, it faded at the sight of that first, full streak of cum spilling down her tits and through her cleavage.

"Do you see that? Boy's packing a fire hose down there!"

"Looks like she bit off more than she could chew..."

The voices of the crowd faded for a moment as Chester tried his best to swallow down his gasps, but just the same as Jules struggled with her mouthful, he utterly lost control of his own, having no choice but to grip the sides of her skull and hold on for dear life.

"Jules...I c-can't..."

His words trailed off for just a moment: he knew she would have told him not to hold back anymore, but when she finally captured his flare in her mouth and held the weight, he could see her cheeks bulging with the volume of his orgasm.

"Can't f-fucking...hold it...I'm cumming... f-fuck... fucking swallow it, Jules!" he skipped right over a stage of his confidence, barking out an order in the heat of the moment that he never thought he'd have been able to manage, even with a full veneer of privacy around him.

Twitching digits held her face and felt the sudden, rapid flicker of her eyes as she gazed up at her boy's exhausted expression, both bewildered by the change of temper and impressed with how long he was able to hold those words close to his chest.

Exhausted lungs could only manage desperate, panting breaths after that, and with his seed pouring down the bridge of her muzzle and trickling from her tits, Jules couldn't help opening her maw for a moment, letting the crowd see the webs of slick, sticky cum that still coated the roof of her mouth; there was more than any of them would have believed, if she hadn't shown them.

"Ahn... mulp... mmm. I was g-gonna say that I was all tapped out for t-tonight, but after a drink like that...I think I might have one more game in me, baby...think you can still keep up?"

It was impossible for Chester to know if Jules was talking about volleyball anymore or not, but the stares of the crowd around them suggested that they, too, were done playing games for the evening...