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Beach Boy

By: standingstones



My daughter Amy had been pestering me to go to the beach with her. Why a twenty year old woman wanted her mom at the beach puzzled me. It was going to be a 'girls' thing except Amy was bringing along her newest boyfriend, Jeff. I had my doubt this was going to be much fun, but we set out one early Saturday morning.

The beach Amy had picked out was secluded. I think it was once a nude beach until the authorities cracked down. You had to walk nearly a half an hour to get to where we were going. I was nearly spent by the time we found this place. 

Amy had on a skimpy bikini which showed off way too much skin, as far as I was concerned, but she rarely listened to me. Jeff, on the other hand, had on the tightest trunks imaginable. I didn't like to stare, but you could see his cock bulging through the material.

I know I am a woman in her forties, but I kept looking at Jeff off and on. I think he even caught me once or twice because he would smile at me. Me, I had my normal one piece outfit on. I still was in decent shape, but I didn't think a bikini was right with two young people tagging along.

We got all our things layed out, towels, bags and such and we started to sun our bodies. Amy and Jeff briefly went into the water, but for the most part we were there to soak up the suns rays.

I don't know what got into my daughter, but she said she left a bag that had various lotions back at the car. I told her it was nearly an hour to and from where the vehicle was, but she wouldn't hear of it. Off she went leaving me alone with Jeff.

I sat up and watched my daughter walking down the beach. Jeff was standing up just a few feet away from me. His cock was practically in my face. I just had to look. Jeff looked down at me. I knew he was staring at my body. I should have felt good about it, but I was feeling a bit horny with a young man standing so close to me.

"You look awfully good Mrs. Parker," Jeff told me.

Jeff stepped closer to where I was. God, his cock was just a foot from my face. Then he did the unexpected. Jeff pulled his trunks down to the sand. I was looking at a long tanned cock capped with a large mushroom head.

My mouth must have dropped open. There was Jeff now so close I could see the veins on his now semi-hard cock. What can I say? I wanted to taste him so bad. I knew it was wrong to have those thoughts. Jeff's prick was dangling there before me and I reached out for it. I brought it to my lips and I inhaled that young cock.

Jeff immediately place a hand on the back of my head. He was pushing that thick meat way down my throat. I can tell you I never sucked anything that large before. My husband was nowhere near as big as Jeff was. I was gagging on that big salami as Jeff pumped as deep as he could into my mouth.

I reached out and took his balls sacs in one of my hands. Jeff really begin to moan then.

"Suck on it Mrs. Parker, you know you want it."

I did want it I was ashamed to say. My hubby and I didn't make love much these days. The shine had faded on our marriage. Here was a young guy who wanted this middle aged woman. I wanted his cock really bad right then.

Jeff must have sensed he was close to cumming. He pulled out and told he to take off my swim suit. If I did that I knew I was going to regret something in the future. I stood up and peeled my one piece off my body. Jeff had me lie back down and he got over top of me. 

I watched that thick cock swaying between his legs. He knelt down and spread my thighs apart. Jeff took his cock and guided it to my opening. He didn't waste any time and he pushed that monster into my pussy.

I think I let out a scream. He was enormous and I was so tight down there. It didn't matter to him. Time was short and he began to feed me his thick erection. It felt like someone had shoved a pole up my belly. I guess in reality someone did, Jeff. He was going deep, nearly pulling his cock out and then sliding it in all the way. 

He was buried inside me and I didn't want him to ever pull out. Jeff just kept thrusting into my drenched pussy. I placed my legs around his back and he took me like some old slut. I loved the feel of his low hanging sacs hitting my bottom. My pussy was going into spasms.

I guess Jeff was having a hard time holding out from all the excitement of fucking me. I heard him grunt and then he blasted me with his sticky load. It felt like someone turned a firehose on inside my belly. Jeff must have cum for a good five minutes. 

When he pulled out there was all this white seed dripping from me. I eventually had to go down to the water and I emptied out as much cum as I could into the sea. My legs were shaking when I got back to Jeff. Jeff and I got dressed once more. Jeff got down and we kissed a bit. Jeff told me he wanted to do me again and again.

I just nodded yes like an old fool. My daughter finally got back, but I just wasn't into sunning myself much more. Neither was Jeff. We didn't stay much longer. As we walked back to the car I could still feel some of Jeff's cum swimming around inside me. My pussy also felt like it had been stretched out.

It was a quiet ride back home. Amy was the only one who seemed to want to talk. I was too deep in my thoughts to say much. We made it home and before Jeff left to go his house he slipped me his cellphone number. Thankfully, Amy didn't see him do it. 

Now I am sitting alone at home at the moment. If I call my daughter's boyfriend I will be heading down a road where I don't know where it will all end. I do know my pussy is aching to have Jeff's cock deep in me once again. I can almost taste that thick cock in my mouth as well. I am pretty sure I will be calling him soon.

Beach Boy Cock



I am a woman in her forties who went to the beach with her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend. It ended up I had sex with Amy's man Jeff. He fucked me right there on the beach and gave me his hot load. Now I have Jeff's phone number and I am wavering over calling him or not.

I did end up calling him because Amy was off with some of her girlfriends for a couple of days. My husband was away on one of his endless business trips. I was all alone at home. As soon as Jeff got my message he was at the house within an hour. We didn't waste much time, we went directly to my bed.

My husband and I purchased a king size bed recently and Jeff and I put it to good use. Jeff slowly stripped my clothes from my body. He then took all his things off and I was staring at that thick monster of a cock once more. Jeff pushed me onto the bed and he climbed over me.

"You've be thinking about my cock haven't you, Mary?"

It was all I could think about these days. I needed to feel Jeff inside me once more. Jeff parted my legs and then lowered his mouth. He started to lick up and down my folds. God, I was already wet and Jeff was going to make my pussy sopping wet. Jeff lapped at me like he was some dog in heat. I thought I was going to cum sooner than I wanted to.

Jeff took a finger and pressed it against my clit. He knew just what buttons to push. I couldn't hold out one second more. I squirted my juices all over his face. Jeff pulled back, not expecting that, then he went down on me again. He hadn't even pushed his cock in me and my body was already shaking.

Jeff pulled his face away from my pussy and he started to stroke that enormous cock. He was already rock hard. I think he was just trying to push me right to the edge. I watched him guide that mushroom right to my folds and then he pushed into me.

Oh my God, I missed feeling his pecker in my pussy. It had been over a week since he came in me at the beach. I needed him more than I could admit to. Jeff then took hold of my ankles. He pushed my legs up to my chest. My young lover then stretched out his legs and he began to pound my pussy. 

I began screaming at the top of my lungs. I could only hope the neighbors didn't hear me. Jeff was fucking me with the deepest strokes any man had ever given me. Even my husband never made me feel this good. Jeff was turning me into his love slut. I knew I would have him any way he wanted. 

Our pubic mounds were hitting against each other. Jeff's sacs were bouncing off my ass cheeks. Jeff knew what he was doing in bed. He took that massive cock and he stirred it around inside me. I could practically feel the veins on his dick scraping against my womb.

"You want my seed, don't you Mary?" Jeff demanded.

"I want every drop of you Jeff, don't make me beg for it!" I was completely lost by this time.

If I hadn't been on the pill I would have begged Jeff to impregnate me with his baby seed. I wanted him that much. 

"I would love to fuck you and Amy together sometime," Jeff told me as he pounded my pussy.

I would have agreed to anything at that time. I just didn't want him to stop the fucking he was giving me. Jeff must have fucked me a for an hour. My pussy was sore and I was leaking juices all over the bed. I squeezed his prick with my muscles one time too many and Jeff exploded in me.

It was like a tidal wave of cum invading my body. He just kept pumping that thick cock all the way into my belly. I felt so full of his love cream. 

After Jeff had finished blowing his cum into my belly, he just held his cock in place. I was half crazy already, but this just made me have more orgasms. They were tiny at first, but then I felt a wave over my body. 

My young lover eventually pulled out and we both just rested there. I could barely catch my breath.

"You felt so damn good milking my cock," Jeff told me.

I just smiled weakly. I was spent and this was just the second time we fucked. I thought I was going to die before he finished with me. I have to say it didn't take long for Jeff to recover. He had me get on all fours. I took a pillow for my head and Jeff made me raise my ass up.

What happened next was unexpected. Jeff placed both hands on my hips. I felt his stiff cock rubbing up and down my crack. I was nearly exhausted, but Jeff was going to have me again. Then I felt the head of his cock. It was pushing against my sphincter. I screamed out 'NO', but Jeff pushed his rod into my ass.

The pain was so intense. I never let my husband in there and now my young lover had his cock all the way up my chute. Thankfully he went slow at first. The pain lessened a bit and then Jeff took me harder. I was screaming my head off. Jeff was somewhere no man had been before. After he filled my ass with that monster cock he switched and pushed it into my pussy.

He fucked me each way for a few minutes and then switched back. When I looked back on it, I had never been used like that in my entire life. Is this what he did to my daughter? How could she take all that meat inside her. I was barely holding up. He had his cock all the way in my pussy now. He told me he was close.

Jeff slammed his meat into me until I almost passed out and then he seeded me once more. There was only so much I could keep in my pussy. White hot cum came running out of me. Jeff gave me some final hard thrusts. I grunted each time he pushed into me. I was actually hoping he was finished.

Jeff did pull out of me and I flipped onto my back. I felt all that cum running out my pussy and down my crack.

"God Jeff, I can't take much more of that," I told him. 

Jeff just laughed a little and told me we were done for the day. I just couldn't move. Jeff got dressed and as he was walking out the doorway to the bedroom. He turned around.

"Remember what I said, I want both you and Amy," and then he walked out.

My mind was spinning. I couldn't imagine that bull stud taking both my daughter and myself in bed, but I knew he had the stamina to have us both.

I was so raw from him fucking me. My ass felt stretched. Jeff's cum was pouring from my pussy. I knew I would have to wash the bedsheets after I recovered. I honestly didn't know how I could keep fucking a bull like Jeff. He had me completely wore out. 

I just knew one thing for certain. I was sure Jeff wasn't finished with me, not by a long shot.



Beach Boy For Two



A Jade Tale -- Beach Boy For Two

A few weeks ago, on a hot, sunny Saturday, Steve and I go to the beach. A little while after we get there and stretch out on our blanket to catch some rays, this young guy lays his towel down near us. He's real cute, still in his teens I was guessing. Gorgeous face, with a nice, trim, smooth, hard body. I like to jabber, so I offer him a cold drink and start talking. Meanwhile Steve's off taking a swim. Seems the guy just turned eighteen and as a high school graduation gift his parents bought him this expensive Italian touring bike. So he's been biking around all summer, touring the coast.

Steve comes back and the two guys say hello, then the kid -- Drew's his name -- he says goodbye, telling us he still has a lot of miles to cover that day. But a few minutes later he comes back looking distressed. Seems somebody stole his bike. We tell him we'll give him a lift wherever he needs as soon as he reports the theft at the lifeguard station. Then we decide to drive back to my place so he can make some phone calls and figure out what he's going to do next.

When we get back there's a message for him on the answering machine. It turns out they've recovered Drew's bike. Some idiot took it for a little joy ride. Drew's relieved. But now it's getting dark and it's too late for him to go all the way back to the beach to get the bike. He'll have to get it the next morning. So we tell him he can spend the night and tomorrow we'll drive him back to get his bike. He likes that idea a whole lot and asks us if we'd mind if he took a shower. He's all sandy and salty from the beach he says. I tell him to go ahead, and once he's in the shower I turn to Steve, a sexy smile on my face. I remind Steve that we've made it in front of women and other couples, but never in front of just a single guy. So I ask Steve what he'd think of making it in front of this cute eighteen year old. You know, two hot and very experienced fuck freaks showing a teenager what nasty sex is all about, Jade-and-Steve style. But Steve isn't quite sure what he thinks about that. It's not the same as making it in front of a chick or another couple, he tells me. So now I know that I'll need to be the one to initiate it and help Steve get over his ambivalence.

Drew's taking his shower in the bathroom right off my bedroom and so now I drag Steve into the bedroom and start taking off his clothes, then mine. Drew's clothes are on a chair so I know he's going to have to come into the bedroom to get dressed. And that's exactly what I want to see happen, for him to be surprised when he walks in naked and sees me and Steve on our bed as naked as he is. And not just naked, but intimate. Steve isn't saying yes but he isn't saying no either, and I see his dick is starting to swell So now I slide my head down and start giving that big dick of his some of my patented oral loving when I hear Drew turning off the shower. He's in the bathroom drying himself off and on the other side of the door while I'm laying there with Steve, sucking his cock. A few seconds later he walks into the bedroom and sees us, me with my lips wrapped around Steve's meaty dick, really gulping it down. I know I'm such a slut, but, what the hell, I just can't help it!

Now I look up at Drew, my mouth stuffed with a big serving of thick, hard cock. There he is, lean and young and naked, his long straight hair still a little wet. He's standing there still as a statue, staring down at us, his eyes zeroing in on my mouth saying a big, sloppy hello to Steve's cock. I'm guessing he'd like to say a big hello like that himself. Because from the moment I laid my eyes on him I figured him for a queer. There was just something about the way he eyeballed Steve when Steve ran off into the surf, the way he stared at the bulge in Steve's swim trunks. I didn't miss that look. That look said a lot. It was a look of pure lust, lust he tried, but was unable to conceal.

I pull my lips from Steve's cock and cuddle up against him, spreading my legs, looking over at young Drew, teasing him, asking him how he enjoyed his shower while I flash it for him and sensually fist Steve's stiff dick. Now the kid's dick is starting to swell up. Steve's cock is at full mast and my wet pussy is exposed to Drew's view. He checks me out but what's really grabbing his attention is Steve's thick, nine inches, no doubt about it.

Before I had guessed that cock was this kid's thing, not pussy. Now I'm sure of it. At the beach I'd told Steve I had a feeling he was queer but Steve thought I was just making it up. Straight men like Steve can be pretty thick about things like that. We women are often better at judging when a guy is queer than most guys are, unless they're queer themselves. So I take hold of Steve's rigid shaft and fist it slowly, pressing my lips to his ear, whispering that It would really excite me if I could watch the kid suck his cock, I just know Drew wants to. By now Steve is getting the picture. He can see the way Drew is staring at his tool, drooling over it. But he still looks unsure. I mean I've shared my fantasy with him about how sometimes I think it would be so cool to watch two guys having sex, a prospect that's always turned me on. It turns on a lot of women, two men having hot sex with each other, the very idea of it has made countless pussies drip with lust and longing. Nothing strange or puzzling about that. After all, most men fantasize about two women getting it on. So why shouldn't we get off on the two hot studs mixing it up, right? Especially when they're two good-looking masculine fellows like these two were. I mean guys don't fantasize about ugly bull dykes making it, but foxy sluts like myself. It's the same thing with us bitches, our fantasies are often the mirror image of a man's. I know I was ready for the sight. One time I rented this gay porno flick. Man, I really rubbed my pussy raw watching that hot boy-boy action. All these good lookin' studs swallowing it, taking it up the ass like you wouldn't believe. Even freakier shit than that.

So Steve knows full well how that kind of scene turns me on. But he never figured it would ever have anything to do with him, since he's, like, straight all the way. But now I keep whispering in his ear how much I'd love to see Drew go down on him. I can see just how badly the horny young teen wants to suck Steve's big dick and figure he probably knows how to wolf down a big one. I mean, your average sexually active queer knows a thing or two about sucking a dick.

Steve gives me this look, like why am I even bringing this up when I know that he's straight? But I whisper that he won't stop being straight just because he lets some cute young queer suck his dick. And I tell him how it would really excite the shit out of me to see the kid do that to him, how it would make my pussy tingle and drip. He's still not saying yes and he isn't saying no, but his dick is as hard as ever so I keep pleading and begging, laying on the charm, until finally he gives me a nod.

Thrilled, I look straight at Drew.

"Feel like having a taste of my lover's cock, stud?" I ask him flat out. He blushes, but then he nods, so I wag a finger at him, telling him to come join us. Now he's at the foot of the bed, staring down at Steve's dick. He's looking real hungry, believe me. The kid hesitates a moment, then takes Steve's shaft in his hand. I think my heart skips a beat when I see him do that, I am so insanely excited that this is really happening, that this fantasy of mine might now finally be coming true. Steve looks a little unsure but his cock sure isn't losing any of its stiffness as Drew begins to massage the shaft.

I snuggle up close to Steve, kissing him, licking his ear, running my hands over his body, wanting to make sure he sees this as a thing where our young guest is joining me and him in adding a new hot kink for Steve to enjoy. 

"Yeah, baby," I purr at Steve, "Drew's a lucky boy, about to get a nice tasty of that beautiful stiff cock of yours."

I bring my lips to Steve's ear and whisper that I'm getting so excited that my nipples are as stiff as corks, and take a hand of his and put it on my tits. Steve loves to play with my nipples when they're erect and aroused like this.

Drew starts running his tongue up and down Steve's cock, loving every inch. And Steve? He's got quite a few inches to taste! Now he looks up at the two of us, wraps his lips around Steve's cockhead and starts sucking it. Shit, I almost faint as I watch him actually take Steve in his mouth like that. His head is bobbing up and down, sucking away while he's twisting Steve's shaft with his hand. I'm feeling pretty bold now so I reach over and press down on the kid's neck, forcing him to swallow Steve's cock, to take it down his throat. Gay guys are supposed to do this all the time and I know how much Steve loves it when I take his deep. Take it all the way down my throat.

"Suck that dick!" I hiss at him, "suck it like you mean it, swallow it!"

And swallow it he does as his lips press against Steve's balls and his pubic hair, every inch of his shaft engulfed in Drew's mouth and down his throat.

Now I take hold of Steve's hand and bring it between my legs to so he can see how wet I am, how my clit is as big and hard as a marble. 

"I'm this wet because I'm so turned on seeing you get your dick sucked by this cute young queer," I whisper in his ear. "I almost feel like I'm getting my dick sucked too, that's how close I feel to you, baby. You're my man, my sexy rugged stud, with that big, thick, beautiful cock of yours. Drew down there is the queer, lucky to get a taste of you, lucky that I'm willing to share." 

You know, I want to make Steve feel all comfortable and shit. I don't want him to start feeling uptight about what he's doing and suddenly quit on me.

Now I can't help thinking how Steve craves having his ass eaten out. I eat it all the time. And there's a chick we know who really loves to rim his ass too. More than once she and I have ganged up on Steve's butt, lapping away at his hot crack, him loving the attention paid to his rear by the two rim bitches and their hot, slick tongues. Now I want to see this young stud do some rimming.

"Go ahead and lick his asshole," I tell Drew as I push back on Steve's thighs, helping him jackknife his legs, exposing his butt to the hungry teen. The young male slut licks his lips and digs right in, hungry for it, lapping away at Steve's asshole like he was starved.

"Oh fuck, look at him go, he's a hungry boy," I tease as I gaze at Drew pressing his tongue against Steve's anus, holding him open, Steve's big balls and thick nine inches so vivid right above where he is getting rimmed.

This was definitely pressing all my buttons, a beautiful teenage queer eating out my lover's hot, horny ass. I was in kink heaven.

Seeing him eat out Steve's ass now made me think of Drew's ass. It was time to move on. I'd watched Steve get some hot oral action from this hungry young queer. Now it was time for something else. It was fuck time! So I tell the kid it was time for him to stop eating and to slide up on the bed, turn over and get up on his elbows and knees and to stick it out nice and high. Man, he sure is eager to assume the position as, all of a sudden, me and Steve were staring at his smoothly muscled buns. He told us he'd been to a nude beach that summer so his bottom was as tanned at the rest of him. So now Steve and me get behind the kid and right away I spread apart his buns so we can see it. We're both staring down at that cute little asshole of his and I'm wondering to myself how many stiff dicks have been stuffed inside it, if any of them were as big and thick as Steve's. I'm thinking how if watching him lick and suck Steve had the effect it did on me, how crazy it'll make me to see Steve fuck his young male ass! So what to do first now that the kid is sticking it out for us, ready to take it from Steve? The sight of that asshole is making my head spin, especially since I know what's going to get stuffed inside it any minute. Steve's fisting his big dick like a maniac. His dick is so stiff it looks like it's going to burst. Now when we've mixed it up with couples, me and Steve, he's seen me go down on other men. Not just suck their cocks, but eat out their butts too. So I figure maybe I should have a taste of Drew's butthole. I know Steve wouldn't mind seeing me do that, but I'm wondering about the young stud. He's gay, after all. Though maybe he's bi. Anyway, I figured that by now he's ready for just about anything.

The kid's looking back at the two of us and now he watches me drop behind him and the next think he knows I'm digging my tongue into the warm cleft between his smooth, tanned cheeks. It's a chick that's rimming his hole, but he sure doesn't seem to mind. I mean, I'm all pumped up now with raw, libidinous excitement, so I really dig in, feasting away on his asshole while Steve keeps whacking away at his own dick, loving every moment. Steve's so fucking horny by now that he's game for it all. I know him well.

"I think this ass is ready for some dick!" I announce to the two of them as I pull my tongue out of Drew's crack and reach into a drawer for some lubricating jelly. I always make sure to keep plenty of that on hand since Steve likes to fuck me up the ass on a regular basis. I slap a big dab between the kid's cheeks, rubbing it in, looking up at Steve, licking my lips, then turning my eyes to Drew's young bottom. Now I work a finger inside. He groans when he feels that, pushing back on my finger. The slut loves it, so I add a second finger as Steve watches keenly. Then I ask Steve if maybe he'd like to work a finger inside himself and see just how tight Drew is, to check out the spot where any minute he's going to be burying his big stiff dick. Steve hesitates a moment. It's not like he goes around every day digging his fingers up teenage males' assholes! But I know he's game.

"Time to fuck," I tell Steve as he pulls out his fingers. We both take a moment to look the kid over. There he is, exposed and vulnerable, his greased asshole staring us in the face, Steve's bullseye. Now I have Steve kneel behind the cute kid, take hold of his cock and rub the big, smooth knob against Drew's slick hole. 

"Oh baby, I want to see you fuck this young ass so bad!" I hiss in his ear.

Steve's ready now, moving in close as I hold Drew's cheeks wide open. Female, male, it doesn't matter anymore to Steve. He's an ass-fucking maniac and he's got a cute young ass to fuck here. Now he presses the tip of his dick against Drew's slick hole. My heart is beating like crazy, I'm so fucking excited by what I'm going to get to see any second now. 

" 'Stick it in," I hiss at Steve. I'm not whispering anymore. I want the kid to hear me too. 

"Bury it inside him! Bury it all the way up his fuckin' young ass!" I howl, holding nothing back. Now Steve pushes it in, working the tip of his cock inside Drew's butt. I almost faint a second time when I see that. My eyes are glued to the spot where Steve's dick is starting to say a big hello to Drew's greased asshole. Drew's really starting to groan as he feels Steve work his thick, hard inches inside him. I can't believe how fucking hot it all looks, Steve sliding inch after inch inside Drew's willing and eager butthole, stretching him open while the kid's moaning away. 

I pull back for an overview, taking in Steve's buttocks pumping forward as he drives his cock inside. The sight his bottom makes me lick my lips. With lust. With hunger. I get behind Steve now and spread those buttocks wide open. There it is, what I hunger for. I drag my warm, wet tongue up and down his crack, softly at first, tantalizing him with teasing flickers. He craves having that his ass of his eaten, and he knows no one eats it with quite the zest and finesse I bring to the task. So now I press my tongue against his sphincter and rim him in earnest. And finally I give Steve a dose of my special treat, rolling up my tongue into a sort of wet dagger, and forcing it up into his anal passage, pushing open the sphincter. 

"Oh yes, Jade, like that, just like that!" he moans, reaching back with a big hand, pressing my head firmly against his bottom, my tongue probing, digging in for a taste. He says no one has a tongue like mine, a tongue just perfect to probe a cunt or asshole, to probe those orifices deeply and eagerly. Yes, I was proud of myself. 

Finally I pull back to have a look at the main event, that cock of Steve's mercilessly busting open Drew's bottom, the teen's dilated sphincter stretched obscenely around Steve's awesomely rigid girth. I smile to myself. A cock for Drew's sphincter, a tongue for Steve's. But now something else, a finger. I slide it up Steve's ass, and that finger now goes in nice and smooth and easy, his hole slickened by my expert tongue work. One of these days I'm going to have stick something a little bigger and thicker than just my finger up that ass of Steve's. I know he'll love it.

Meanwhile Drew is taking it like a champ. I mean he's only eighteen years old but he's sure acting like he knows how to take a dick up his ass. I'm staring in wide-eyed amazement at the two of them going at it. Steve is just pumping his rigid penis into Drew like a hot horny fucker who can't be stopped. I mean, he is really screwing the shit out of the teen's young butt. And I'm like a zombie in a trance staring at the sizzling scene. Except my hand is between my legs beating away like crazy, really whipping up a froth down there. By now I am so insanely excited by what's happening I can hardly breathe, I am literally panting. Steve looks over at me and smiles his cocky smile. I mean he can hear me panting. He can also hear the sloshy sound my fingers are making strumming away at my cunt, I am so wet down there by then. And that only stirs him on as he drives it in nice and deep and hard, showing off, spreading Drew's butt wide open so I can see how he forces it inside, reaming out the kid's rectum. Then he slows down and tells me to bring my face close, just inches away from the scene of the crime. He loves having me watch; he can be such a lewd freak when he wants to be, such a show-off. 

And now he's really showing off, forcing it inside Drew slowly, inch by thick inch, then pulling out just as slow, all the way, before he shoves it back in again. I love the way it all looks, Drew's asshole forced wide open, wrapped around Steve's thickness. And Drew's hole when Steve pulls it out of him? It looks obscene, it's stretched so wide from all that savage fucking. Then Steve drives it in again, all the way, slowly, until every one of his nine inches is buried out of sight in the kid's hot, humid bottom, Steve's big balls slapping against Drew's cheeks as he pumps it inside him. Meanwhile I'm just about screaming, really urging him on.

"Fuck him! Fuck his ass! Fuck his fuckin' ass! Fuck it! Fuck it! Drive it in deep, all the way! Up his ass!' I could hardly believe this was happening. Then I smiled to myself admitting I had somehow known I could make Steve go for it. He may be straight and all that shit, like he says. But he can be so damned nasty about sex and such a horny glutton for a great blow job or a really hot ass fuck. 

Steve's having the time of his life fucking the kid to kingdom come and watching me freak out.

"You like it, baby?" he's hissing at me while he's doing it. "You like watching me fuck this cute young queer up the ass?" 

Steve knows he can talk that way in front of Drew. By now the kid is a pure slave to Steve's big dick. 

"I fuckin' love it!" I hiss back at him, whacking away at my totally drenched pussy like crazy, Steve looking down. He loves to see me play with myself, getting myself off. 

"'Stick a couple of fingers in your cunt and let him taste them," Steve tells me as I jam three fingers up my vagina and then bring the wet fingers up to Drew's face. He looks up at me with this strange expression. I mean, he's a fag, and now a sleek, foxy slut is offering him her pussy to taste while he's got a big dick buried in his ass! It must all seem pretty outrageous to him. But then he didn't seem to find it too outrageous when I fisted his hard dick earlier or lapped away at his asshole. So now he licks, then sucks my fingers. I love it! The gorgeous young queer is tasting my pussy while my lover is fucking the shit out of him.




Beach Boy For Two



"Now stick a finger up your ass, Jade, and let him taste that." 

So I turn around so the kid can see my cute little butt. I mean, a guy like Drew loves the sight of a male butt, so I figured this'll be a change of pace. I wet a finger in my mouth and slowly slide the finger up my ass, making sure Drew can see. I pull it out of my ass and lick it myself. I love being lewd like this for Steve, and he sure appreciates it.

Then I reach back again and work two wet fingers up my ass, nice and deep too. This time when I pull them out I bring them up to the kid's mouth. He doesn't hesitate. He starts sucking those fingers like he's sucking a dick or something.

"'Yeah, suck em!" I hiss at him. "They've just been up my fuckin' asshole!'"

This was Steve's idea. Now he isn't just fucking the shit out of the kid, he's got suggestions to make. He tells me to go get a strap-on, my big one. Right away I guess what Steve has in mind. He knows how much I like fucking other chicks with that dildo. And once I mentioned to him how I'd really get off doing a guy that way. My heart's starting to pump like crazy again as I realize Steve's just found the opportunity for me. 

"Take over, baby," Steve says to me, pulling out of Drew's butt. So now, with the big dildo strapped to myself, I kneel behind Drew and jam my dick up his ass. He doesn't miss a beat, moaning and groaning as feels a fresh dick hammering away at his bottom.

Steve watches for a minute or two, but he isn't content just to watch. The next thing I feel is him pulling aside the dildo strap. After that, his tongue. He loves rimming that bottom of mine as much as I crave rimming his. Sometimes we lay on our sides in a '69' position, but rather than wolfing down cock and pussy respectively, we go for one another's bottoms, craning our necks as we dig in for a lavish and mutual anal feast

Now he slaps some lube into my crack. Then a finger, and then two and three fingers. I look over my shoulder at him as he reams my bottom, those fingers working magic inside. And the next thing after that he's behind me and forcing his dick up my ass!

Every other time I'd be like this, fucking someone with a strap-on while Steve had his buried up my ass, I was fucking a cunt. This time I'm fucking an ass too, a guy's ass! And what's making the whole thing extra hot is that the thick, hard cock Steve is burying in my bottom now he just had buried up this cute teenage queer's asshole! Somehow knowing that really hit the spot. I look over my shoulder at Steve.

"Yeah, baby shove it up my fuckin' ass! Shove it up there now that you got it nice and warm inside Drew's!' I hiss at him. Steve loves it when I talk like that to him when we're making it.

After giving my rectum a serious workout, and me doing the same to Drew, Steve tugs at me, making me pull it out of Drew's asshole as he pulls it out of my own. He helps me unstrap the dildo, then has me get up on elbows and knees right next to the teen and lift my butt up high. Now Steve gets behind Drew again and slams it up his ass one more time. Drew gasps and shuts his eyes when he feels that. I think he enjoyed my rubber dick, but it sure wasn't Steve's real one. I'm up on elbows and knees next to Drew, looking him right in the eye.

"Oooh yeah, it was just all the way up my asshole, now it's up yours, stud, don't you just love it?' I hiss at him.

He doesn't say anything, just looks right at me, grimacing as he happily endures more of Steve's forceful rectal assault. I'm feeling so damned hot, kneeling right next to this cute teenager, both of us sticking out our horny butts next to each other like two sluts in heat, Drew taking it now, me waiting my turn, knowing any moment I'm going to get some more too. And that moment came soon as Steve pulled it out of the kid's asshole and buried it back up mine.

"It's great, isn't it?" I say, looking straight at Drew as Steve drills my butthole, "taking a big hard cock up the ass. You love it, don't you?"

"'Oh man, I sure do," Drew groans. "Your guy's so damned thick and hard too.'

"Isn't he though?' I cackle, loving to hear Drew say it. "You like his dick?"

"Are you kidding! I fucking love his dick, thanks for sharing it with me."

"The pleasure's all mine," I purr, as Steve keeps drilling my bottom. I mean, he is really pounding it into my ass. Sometimes when I have every one of steely inches buried in my asshole and he just keeps forcing it in, getting it in as deep as he can, I think it's going to come out of my fucking mouth or something, he's in that deep. Now I know this cute teenager, kneeling on elbows and knees next to me, sticking it out for Steve, was getting the same rugged treatment. I mean, there 's a real bond in that. I felt me and him shared something special, willing and able to take Steve's savage ass-fucking without a murmur of complaint, loving every thrust.

Soon Steve switches again, pulling it out of me and sticking it back up Drew's asshole as we keep staring at each other, two freaks with something in common, both taking it up the ass courtesy of Steve. Finally, after going back and forth about a dozen times like this, fucking the shit out of both our sore bottoms, Steve pulls it out of me, but this time brings it right up to the kid's face. 

"Here, suck my dick," he hisses at Drew, waving it in his face, "it's just been buried all the way up Jade's asshole. So suck it! "

I love it. I love watching Drew suck Steve's cock again, knowing it had been pulled straight out of my thoroughly fucked bottom. This cute young queer kid is definitely getting to taste some female flesh tonight. Makes me wonder what he'd think of eating my cunt and my ass rather than just sucking on a finger or a cock that's been inside me. Anyway, Steve isn't done fucking, his dick actually looks stiffer than ever as he now pulls it away from Drew's face. I get up now to watch as Steve kneels behind him again, shoving it in hard, pushing the kid down off his knees and flat on his stomach. Now he really starts to pulverize his hot, queer ass, doing push-ups on him as he pins him to the bed. Drew's gasping and groaning and clawing away at the bed sheets as Steve keeps screwing the shit out of his very fuckable bottom, the bedsprings creaking as he just pounds away at him. 

Steve knows this horny young teen is more than eager to submit to his rough cockwork and he's in total control now as he pummels him, viciously slamming it deep into his bottom, Drew squirming like crazy as Steve jackhammers his butt and reams out his rectum, sodomizing the shit out of him. I've never seen anyone fuck someone as hard, as savagely, as Steve now fucks this teen. And the sound it makes, Steve pounding Drew's bottom like this, is once more making my head spin! Young Drew is happy to take everything Steve's got to give him. He's swooning in ecstacy as he endures the fucking of his life.

Now I can see by the look on Steve's face that he's close, real close. And the thing is, I don't want him to cum inside the kid's bottom, I want to see him shoot it. So I tell him to pull out and I take hold of his hot, slick shaft. I start massaging Steve's shaft, aiming right for that reamed-out hole of Drew's. I know how to jack Steve off with my hand so he shoots a really big load. And that's what I do now, massaging him until I hear that tell-tale grunt and then watch him squirt one of the biggest loads I've ever seen him shoot all over Drew's asshole.

Now it's my turn to show off, to let Steve see just how raw and twisted and depraved his lover can be. So I bring my face down and lick every fucking drop of Steve's cum off Drew's ass, lapping it up from his crack, licking him clean. And when I'm done with that I slide my tongue as deep as I can into the teen's asshole, fucking him with my tongue where only moments ago Steve had been fucking him with his big dick. Damn, I can just about taste Steve! I don't know why, but for me there's just something about tongue-fucking a hot, sensitive, freshly fucked asshole that really hits the spot for me.

And while I drill his asshole with my tongue like that, I reach under his balls and take hold of his cock. He has himself a pretty good-sized one too and, man, is it stiff! So while I keep giving his bottom a nice, leisurely tongue bath, I jerk the kid off, feeling his dick throb in my hand, hearing his cum splatter all over the sheets. I know, I am such a nasty bitch.

Now what do I see when I look over at Steve? He's fisting his cock and it's swelling again, getting thick and meaty. The stud is so fucking horny he'll be ready to go real soon, I know. Despite the fact he'd just emptied his balls of a huge load. But that's my sweetheart, and I sure do know how to turn him on.

Drew stands sheepishly as I tell him where he can bed down for the night.

After he's dismissed, I change the sheets. Then I wet a washcloth and wipe Steve's cock clean. Next I take him in my mouth and suck him to full stiffness until it's standing rigid and proud, a sentinel of virility.

I push him down on the bed and straddle him.

"Okay, baby, now it's my cunt that's needs a good, rugged workout," I purr as I impale myself on him. 



Beach Boy Gets His Wish



I had taken a younger lover in the past few months. Maybe I should say he took me. Jeff was my daughter Amy's boyfriend, but he was now fucking me on a regular basis. Jeff seemed to have control over Amy and myself. He told me he wanted both of us in bed together.

Jeff also told me to get off the birth control pills I was taking. Like a fool I did as he asked. It was now three months later and I was getting my period back again. Once Jeff found out I knew it wouldn't be long until he had his wish.

My daughter Amy came to me and she was all upset.

"Mom, Jeff keeps saying he wants the two of us in bed together so he and make love at the same time, I don't know what to say to him."

I hadn't told Amy a thing about Jeff and I screwing. I didn't know how to bring up the subject.

"I don't want to lose him Mom, what should I do?" Amy was nearly crying.

"I will do this for you if you want me to," I told her.

"Mom, won't that be awkward, both of us together in bed with Jeff," Amy looked into my eyes almost pleading.

"We will just work through it," I said to her. "It will be fine." 

I guess Amy relayed the message. The meeting was set up for a Saturday morning. My husband was away once more. It would be just the three of us.

Amy and I went into my bedroom. I had a king size bed, so all of us would be able to have plenty of room. I stripped all my clothes off and Amy did the same. I looked over at my daughter. She was basically a younger version of myself. We had the same body shape and our breasts were almost the same size.

I wondered how it all would work out. We were told to be on the bed and waiting. We left the door unlocked and Jeff finally arrived. He walked into the bedroom and gave us both a big smile. He slowly stripped down and let us see him naked. His big cock was dangling there between his legs. God, I wanted him so badly, but I couldn't say a thing to Amy.

Jeff walked over to the bed. He pulled Amy to the edge of the bed. He stroked his cock a few times. To be honest, he was plenty hard after he saw both of us naked. He lifted Amy's legs up and rested his huge prick right at her folds. He slid into my daughter with one swift push.

Amy started to cry out. I knew how it felt to have Jeff enter my pussy. He began to fuck Amy with hard, deep strokes. Jeff somehow had the entire length of his monster prick in my daughter's belly. He was ramming her with eveything he had. I watched him in awe. I knew my turn would be coming soon.

Jeff must have fucked Amy a good half hour. The whole time Amy was screaming for Jeff to fuck her, she told him she had to have his cum. Jeff gave Amy her wish. He arched his back and drove his prick in all the way. Jeff held his cock in Amy and exploded inside her young pussy.

Jeff was like a bull in heat. I could almost feel him myself. He came in my daughter a good ten minutes until he finally pulled his stiff pole out. His cock was dripping with love juices. I looked at Amy and she looked spent. Cum was dripping from her opening and she was on her back shaking like a leaf.

I didn't think that Jeff could have anything left, but I was so wrong. Jeff pulled me to the edge of the bed. I looked down and saw his mushroom coated with his white cum leaking from the tip. He did the same thing as before. He slid his cock into my pussy and entered me. 

God, I loved how thick he was. I could never tell my daughter how Jeff was fucking the hell out of me all these months. I wanted everything he had in him. Jeff took me slow at first. He was bringing me to a slow boil. Jeff went deeper and deeper until his entire length was resting in me.

Jeff started to go faster. I could feel his big sacs hitting my ass after ever stroke. He was also hitting my spot and it was driving me nuts. I knew I was going to have a big orgasm very soon. Jeff must have sensed this. 

"Cum with me Mary," he shouted out loud. 

I couldn't control myself one second long. We came together. I don't how he did it, but Jeff still had plenty of cum to give me. I felt his stream of cream filling my belly. I went off and squeezed his thick dick with my pussy muscles. I wanted every drop of loving he had left in him.

Jeff kept filling me with cock until I though I was close to passing out. Eventually Jeff got soft and I felt him sliding out of my raw pussy. Amy and I were in the identical positions. Jeff's love sauce was dripping out and running down our asscracks.

Jeff just smiled and went over to a chair in the room and sat down.

"I want to see you both perform oral." He said to us.

I didn't think I heard right.

"Amy I want you to go down on your Mom, lick all my cum out," Jeff told her.

Amy just kind of looked on in horror.

"You heard me, or we break up right now," Jeff demanded.

"Mom I'm so sorry," she said.

Amy got up and spread my legs apart. She knelt on the bed and lowered her mouth. I felt my daughter's tongue started to lap at my folds. It sent a shiver down my spine. Amy's tongue went up and down my opening. I felt the tip of her tongue hitting my swollen clit as well. I did the only thing I could. I put my hands on the back of her head and urged her to lick me.

I knew my daughter and I were lost now. Jeff had us doing exactly what he wanted. I felt like a total slut. I also felt like I might have more orgasms. My body was on fire from Amy's tongue. I felt her slide the tip inside my folds. That's all it took. I started cumming like mad.

I rarely ever squirt, but this was one of those times. I was so turned on from my daughter licking my pussy I just started to spray her face. There were juices all over the both of us. My body felt out of control. looked over at Jeff. He was stroking his cock and was erect again. What had I created?

Amy pulled away from my pussy and she was now on top of me. I guess we did what was natural. We started to kiss each other. I could taste my juices and Jeff's cum on my daughter's mouth. What can I say, I got so excited. Eventually Amy slid onto the bed and we just collapsed. I could barely catch my breath.

"I guess we are finished for today," Jeff said. "We will have to continue this another time, " he told us both.

Jeff got up and got dressed. He walked out of the house and left both of us there on the bed. I guess the reality of what we did set in. Amy began to sob and she got up and ran from the room. I couldn't move, I felt so spent. Eventually I got up and made it to the shower. I tried to clean up all the spunk and female juices that I could.

I went and got dressed. Amy and I avoided each other for most of the day. I was in sitting in the living room when Amy entered.

"I am so sorry Mom, I had no idea it would end up like this."

We held each other for a long time. I finally looked into her face.

"Don't worry about this baby," I said to her. "It will all work out."

I guess it did work out, depending on your point of view. We did repeat our lovemaking with Jeff a couple more times. I guess he wanted to make sure he planted his seed in both of us. A few months later he got his wish.

It was almost like magic. Amy and I both missed our period that month. I went and got two kits and the results came back positive. Mother and daughter were pregnant. I guess we finally came back to earth. How were we going to explain this, especially to my husband? We have a few weeks to try and come up with some sort of explanation.

To be honest, my mind is blank right now. I can't think of anything to explain two pregnancies. If anyone has a good idea I would love to hear how to fix up this craziness.



Beach Bubble Butts



(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. Also, I would like to thank my biggest fan for his help coming up with the idea and preparing this story. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(Brent)

It was meant to be a simple beach weekend. Honest. It wasn't like I wanted to check out girls in skimpy bikinis. It was just meant to be a relaxing beach weekend. It got hot around here earlier than normal, just in time for spring break. The high school and college kids were out of school for the week, eager to let loose. People were starting to spend most of their time outside and enjoying the warm weather. And my wife and I were eager to join in the fun. We were both in our early thirties, me 32 and her 35. My name is Brent, and my wife is Sherry. Neither of us had as much free time as we used to. Our high school and college days were long gone. We were both getting slammed at work, and we needed a break. That's why we agreed we needed to get away. 

We lived about three or four hours from the beach, so it wasn't like we had the option to go to there whenever we wanted to. We had to make time for it. Sherry set up the hotel room and everything so we were set to have a nice long weekend at the beach.

I worked in an office, in a cubicle. It wasn't the most glamorous or fun job but it paid the bills. It wasn't where I imagined myself being when I was younger, but we all had to grow up some time. I always imagined myself living the high life. Fancy cars, big house, lots of money. As I grew up, I realized that stuff was not feasible. It was craziness. Sure, it would be nice to be rich. But it wasn't necessary to have that stuff and live the good life.

I had been a bit of a dog in my early years. As soon as I hit high school, and I realized that girls were into me, I leapt at the chance to get some pussy. I never struggled to get women. I was handsome enough to have some of the sluttier girls basically throw themselves at me, and I didn't have the self-control to say no. This continued through my college years. I was one of those assholes you know in college that only cared about going to parties and getting girls. I was a smart guy, but my grades were slumping. It was easy to explain why; I never went to my classes. I was too busy locked in my dorm room pounding some college pussy to care about class.

It wasn't until I graduated that I started to realize the error of my ways. I was sharing a crappy apartment with this girl I was with. Neither of us were working. We spent all of our free time fucking. This was fun, obviously, but after awhile I needed something more. I wanted to live a better life. I wanted to be able to buy things. Sure, having sex a lot was great but it was almost too good for me. I enjoyed it too much. If I didn't exert some self-control, sex would be my destruction.

I cleaned up my act, grew up, and got on the straight and narrow. I got a job and tried to get my life on the right track. I avoided the company of women for a long time. I didn't need the temptation at that point. Sex was a drug to me, and I was a recovering addict.

I knew I couldn't avoid the company of women forever. I had gotten myself settled professionally and financially. I knew the next step for me was to find a wife and get married. I knew that I'd have to be able to have a relationship with a girl that wasn't primarily spent in the bedroom. A mature, grown-up relationship. I was looking for wife material.

It didn't take long for me to find her. I had been dragged to an art gallery by some co-workers. It was there that I met Sherry. She worked there, and she was showing us around. Despite my growth as a person, I was still a shameless flirt. I turned on the charm. She seemed flattered by my attention, even though she wasn't exactly my type. She was a few pounds heavier than most girls I had typically dated, but the girls I had typically dated had nearly led me into ruin. She was definitely cute, though. I had no deeper intentions than just casual flirting, so I was surprised when she slipped her number to me when I was leaving. My buddies teased me about this. Originally, I had no intention to call her, but as I thought more and more about it, I decided, 'what the hell' let's give it a shot.

I enjoyed our first date quite a bit. She was very different than the other girls I had dated. While most of the girls I went out with were very outwardly sexual, Sherry was different. She was a classy, professional woman, and she was fun to be around. She was without question the friendliest girl I ever dated. I had never felt as good about myself as I did when I was with her. She brought out the best in me. I had never had more fun on a date. It was our first date, but it would not be our last.

Sherry was the first girl I had sex with after my self-imposed exile. With her, the sex was different. It was closer to making love than anything I had ever experienced. I wasn't having sex with her because I wanted her body. I was having sex with her because I liked her as a person. She didn't know anything about the girls I used to date. And I intended to keep it that way. I didn't want her to feel inadequate in any way.

I will admit that the sex with her was not as fun as the sex I used to have. The girls I used to go out with were nastier than Sherry ever was. Plus, the girls I used to date were usually of a certain type. You know the big tits, perfect asses, fit belly, and gorgeous face kinda type. While Sherry was pretty, she was not that type of girl. She was thicker than the girls I used to date, but not in the good places. Her tits were only B-cups, and her butt was a bit too big for my liking. But, those girls never made me this happy. I knew I had to grow up. I had to move on from that horn-dog I used to be. I had to stop making sex such a huge sticking point. I knew to be in a healthy, adult relationship, I would have to accept sex that was not as good in exchange for the happiness she brought me.

We have been married for three years. Things had been going great. Sure there were some things I would prefer to be different. I wish she was a little wilder and more spontaneous. At times I found myself bored at the day-to-day repetitiveness of our marriage and work, and wished that things would get more exciting, but I knew I had to be an adult and stop yearning for the wild days of my youth. 

I think Sherry had an ulterior motive for bringing me here. We had been trying to conceive for about a year now, but we had had no success. We had both been very busy, and we had not been able to relax enough to focus on trying to make a baby. I think she was hoping that we could make it happen this weekend. 

The beach-town we were staying at was pretty small. But even though it was small, it was busy. It was a popular destination for tourists and beach-goers alike. The town came alive during this time of the year. Sherry loved coming here. It was busy enough to not be boring, but small enough to have character. She loved the charm of the town and she loved stopping at all the little shops downtown.

We had dropped off our stuff at the hotel and we were walking downtown, getting the shopping out of the way before hitting the beach. I had my hand around her shoulders as we walked. She was more interested in shopping then I was, so I just stood by her like a good husband. She was dressed in her pre-beach wear; a tank-top, shorts, and flip flops. I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with my trunks underneath my shorts. Sherry had told me she was eager to get some sun. She usually had a pale complexion, and the winter months hadn't helped darken her. She was hoping to get a good tan, even though, typically she burned more than she tanned. She was a pale-skinned redhead. Genetics were working against her.

Sherry was window shopping as I took in the scenery and the warm air. It was going to be a really hot day. It was still early, but I knew it would be sweltering. It was when Sherry noticed some jewelry in the window that my eyes caught sight of something else.

She was walking towards me. She was the type of girl that drew your attention. She was wearing denim short-shorts, exposing her long tan legs, which led down to a pair of stylish flip flops. The shorts hugged her thin, fit waist. I looked at her exposed belly, so flat, with her cute belly-button exposed. She was wearing a tight blue tank top, which hugged her body generously. It hugged two specific parts of her generously, namely her giant rack. Those suckers looked huge on her otherwise tiny frame. I looked up at her face, and it held up its end up of the bargain. This girl was flat out gorgeous. A perfect tanned face, full lips, just a great looking girl. And she was a girl. She was surprisingly young looking, for someone with such a well-developed body. She was really young looking. If I had to guess, I would say she was about 18. She had curly, black hair, which ran past her shoulders. She was wearing big sunglasses, but her eyes were visible above it. She was also talking on her phone. I couldn't help but notice her roll her eyes as she walked by people on the street as if she was annoyed by their mere presence. As if they didn't belong anywhere near her. I could tell immediately that this girl was a spoiled brat. As she got closer to me, I couldn't help but glance down. Her breasts jiggled as she walked.

I had had my moments since becoming a changed man, but damn, this girl was pushing all the right buttons in me. This girl was the type of girl I used to bang in high school and college. Gorgeous face. Big tits. And that spoiled attitude of hers. I don't know why that always did it for me, but entitled, spoiled brats just drove me wild. She even had the walk down. That slut-walk that those girls have. If the 18-year-old-me saw this girl, he would take her to a hotel room and fuck the shit out of her. Luckily, that guy is gone.

I couldn't help but watch her as this girl got closer. She was talking on her cell phone bitchily as she walked. I noticed that there was a girl walking alongside her. She was a slightly more demure girl, possibly Latina, with brunette hair. She was not as curvy as the girl she was next to, but she was not so bad herself. She was a smaller, Latina, quiet version of the girl next to her.

I was about to look away from her when I noticed the black-haired girl's eyes over her sunglasses, staring right at me. My eyes met hers. I watched as her eyes scanned me, giving me the up and down. She looked back into my eyes and smirked. Her and her friend walked by me. I checked to make sure Sherry was still distracted. She was, so I was able to turn and watch the black-haired girl walk away. Damn! What an ass that girl has! Her booty shorts were molded to it, and she knows how to shake it. It looks so round, and bouncy. The old me would have grabbed a handful of that ass, damn the consequences. She looked like the type of girl that would welcome that kind of forward action by a good looking guy. As I admired her firm ass, I looked up to notice she had glanced back, meeting my eyes, knowing what I had been staring at.

"God that looks nice." Sherry asked.

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"You should get it." Sherry said. 

"Yeah." I agreed. I shook my head. What is she saying!? "Wait, what?" I asked. I turned to look at her. She was admiring a necklace in the window. 

"This necklace. You should get it for me." she said. I looked down at the price tag.

"I don't think so." I said, laughing. The necklace was well out of our price range, and she knew that.

"Oh, c'mon." she said, laughing. We resumed walking, her eyes still scanning the windows. Despite myself, I found myself scanning forward, in hopes of catching another glance at that beautiful creature I saw earlier. No luck. That was definitely for the best. Like I said, I had had my moments since becoming a changed man. I always had a good sense about looking at a girl and knowing how far she would go sexually. And that girl I saw, she would be down for anything.

I had to stop thinking like this. This was sounding dangerously close to the old me. The old me would obsess over that girl's chest. Those massive, round boobs. They looked so huge on her small frame. They were easily DD's, probably bigger. The old me would not be able to think about anything else but that girl's bouncy ass. But she was so young. Guys over 30 shouldn't be thinking about girls in their late teens. Plus, you know, I was married now. 

We finally made our way to the beach about an hour later. It was pretty busy, but we were able to find an open spot to set down our stuff. I took my shorts and my shirt off, only leaving my board shorts on. Sherry took off her shorts and her top, revealing her one-piece. Sherry had always been sensitive about her weight, so she hated exposing her belly even though I assured her it was fine. Her suit, even though it was a one-piece, was fancy looking, as opposed to the drab one-piece suits a lot of girls will wear. 

Sherry helped me put suntan lotion on my back after I had spread it everywhere else. She was able to coat herself with the lotion on her limbs and face and she asked me to do her back. She sat in front of me as I started to coat her shoulders and back with lotion. Her face was down, allowing maximum exposure of the back of her neck, her red hair over her shoulders. 

I started to spread the lotion across her shoulders. As I did, she started to speak.

"I talked to Jan at work. She's having a barbeque at her place next weekend. I'm thinking we can go." Sherry said.

"Sounds good." I replied. 

"It was funny, because we were talking at work, and..." she started. The rest of the words faded in the background as I looked down the beach.

There she was. The black haired girl I saw earlier. She was a vision in a hot pink bikini. She was walking down the beach with her friend. There was no one piece bikini bullshit with her. That wouldn't be her style. No, her style leaned towards the skimpy. Two piece bikinis, as skimpy as she could get away with, and as skimpy as necessary to show off her body. And she was showing it off.

It would be hard not to notice her. Not only because the hot pink color of her bikini made her easy to spot from a distance. It would be hard not to notice her jutting tits. They were bigger than I thought. They were easily EE-cups. My years of hanging out with slutty girls made me a bit of an expert at spotting a girl's cup size. And when you hang out with slutty girls, you usually gain experience at knowing larger cup sizes. And now, finally getting a good look, I could tell their real size for sure. What really emphasized them was her petite frame. She was so young and had a small frame that it made her huge, jutting breasts more noticeable. She was truly blessed to be so well developed. Her bikini top consisted of two thin patches which covered the nipples and the surrounding area, leaving the outsides of her breasts exposed while proudly displaying her naturally formed, deep, dark valley of excellent cleavage. 

Her bikini bottoms were the booty shorts style. Teeny, tiny booty shorts. She turned to talk to her friend, and as she did, I was able to take in the back of her. The shorts molded to her ass, making it easy to see her two round ass cheeks packed in there, bursting to be free. The shorts were so skimpy the bottom halves of her ass-cheeks were just hanging out, exposed to the world. Exposed to my leering eyes. And above her ass was a tramp stamp. Of course a girl like her would have a tramp stamp.

She turned back around and continued to walk. Her body was shiny, either from sweat, water, or oil. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that it made her look spectacular. She was tan all over with no visible tan-lines. Her black hair hung down, complimenting her overall look well. She had removed her sunglasses, exposing her dark, striking eyes. 

She was the type of girl that was so striking and so beautiful that men were probably scared to approach her. Most men didn't think they would have a chance. She was obviously looking for sex. Dressed like that and just watching how she walked, she knew she was driving every man around her wild. She wouldn't want one of those scared young guys coming after her. She wanted a man, a confident man to approach her. She was looking for a real man to sate her hunger.

I glanced at her friend and realized again she wasn't so bad herself. Her bikini was more decent than her friend's, a dark brown two-piece bikini with fancy designs on them. She was very pretty, but she still appeared much more reserved and shy than her friend. She didn't have the swagger that her slut friend did. Nor did she have the chest her friend did. Her breasts were nothing to sneeze at, probably either large C cups or small D-cups. But they were not as spectacular as her girl-friend's massive rack. 

I had to stop thinking like this. I had to stop looking at this little slut and her hot body. I just couldn't stop thinking about what the old me would have done. The old me would have marched down the beach, struck up a conversation with her, and charmed those booty-shorts off of her. I would have convinced her to take a walk down the beach, find a nice secluded spot, and have her show me the goods. She would have no qualms about parading her body in front of me. She would probably act all coy and innocent, but it would only be a matter of time until we were rutting on the sand. I would be on top of her, driving into her, making that bitch moan. Well, that's what would have happened. Luckily, I'm not that man anymore.

"I think you're done." Sherry said.

"What?" I replied.

"I think I have plenty of sun block." my wife said. She lifted her head up and sat back on her hands, scanning the beach. I looked out into the ocean for a few moments before I was interrupted by Sherry.

"Eww." Sherry said.

"What?" I asked, looking for the source of her displeasure.

"Look at that girl over in the pink." she said, pointing over at the black haired girl. I couldn't get away from her! "I hate those girls that use the beach as an excuse to slut it up in front of everyone. It's gross. Look at those inflated tits. Clearly fake. Her daddy probably bought them for her. What a slut!" 

I glanced over at my wife knowingly. It was cute to see her jealous. Jealous of that little slut's very mature body. Like I said earlier, I was an expert with women's breasts. And those monsters that girl was carrying around were all natural. And she knew how to carry them around.

Sherry looked over at me and drew me into a conversation, pulling my attention away from that girl. I think she didn't want me looking at her. I couldn't blame her. Most women would look inadequate next to that girl. Not that my wife is inadequate but few women have such an incredible body as this girl. 

I started to wonder if my wife knew about my past. I never told her about that part of my life, obviously, but I was still friends with the same people as I was back then. I wondered if any of them had let my secret slip. I wonder if she suspected that I had been eying up this slut since we got here.

My wife and I finally started to relax. Sherry laid back and began to read her book, and I just sat back and attempted to tan. As I closed my eyes, all I could imagine in my mind's eye was that girl. I tried to justify these thoughts. She was a gorgeous creature. It was a natural reaction for any man. Even though I was a changed man, I was still a man. 




Beach Bubble Butts



I tried to find some flaw in her. I realized that she was probably an easy lay. Sure, she was smoking hot, but it probably wouldn't be rocket science to bed her. A hot guy would probably be all that was required for her to spread her legs. Easy girls served their purpose, but they weren't as fun as other girls. I always preferred it when the girls I was with were confident. I always enjoyed confident, hot-bodied sluts, not airheaded, easy sluts. I always preferred it when the girls were the hunters, not the prey. It was never as much fun when you had to settle for the girls who were waiting to be picked up. It was always much more fun when the girls knew how to play the game. It was much more fun when the girls were slutty, but not pushovers. Girls who went after the man they wanted. Girls that wouldn't settle for a shitty pick up line. It was always much more fun when you had to work for the girl. I always liked when you immediately realized that a girl was a wildcat in the sack, but you had to work to be the man who would be honored to be taken home by her and see her talents in person. Seduction was the ultimate sport, and like any sport, the game was far more fun with a worthy competitor. 

It would take a lot of time and experience for a girl to get that good. I had banged a lot of high school girls back in the day, and not one of them was a worthy challenge. In my experience, it wasn't until a girl reached the later years of college when they started to become worthy adversaries. Those girls were always the most fun. And as hot as the girl in the pink bikini was, she was probably nowhere close to being a true master of seduction.

I might have drifted off for a bit, and when I started to stir, I glanced around. Sherry was still reading her book. 

"Be careful. You don't want to fall asleep." Sherry said, not looking up from her book. I grunted in agreement and began to look around. I looked towards the ocean... but I didn't see any water. My vision was consumed by that bitch in the pink bikini. She was right there, probably about fifteen feet away. And she was looking right at me!

Our eyes met. Hers looking playful, mine scared. Once she knew she had my attention, her eyes drifted lazily over to Sherry. Her eyes traveled over my wife before looking back at me. And she smirked. That bitch fucking smirked. That smug, arrogant look on her face said everything. I could read her mind. I knew how bitches like her thought. She was looking at my wife and thinking nasty things about her. That bitch was thinking my wife was fat. She didn't realize that not all girls could be as svelte and fit as her. Sherry's weight was about average. Sure, Sherry had a few extra pounds, but she was healthy. But girls like this bitch saw any woman with a few extra pounds as a total fatty. This bitch was probably mocking my wife in her head for having pale skin. She probably thought it was pasty and disgusting. She probably thought my wife's hair was ugly and unstylish. She probably thought my wife's bikini was pathetic and ugly. Okay, it wasn't skimpy and sexy like hers, but so what? This bitch probably was mocking my wife's breasts in her mind. Fine, they weren't as massive, perky and succulent as hers, but few women could claim to have breasts as perfect as hers. And I'm sure if she could see my wife's butt she would be mocking it too. She would probably be calling my wife a fat ass. Why couldn't that bitch realize that not all women could have perfect bubble butts? 

I'm sure this evil little slut was wondering how a good looking guy like me ended up with a woman like Sherry. Of course a bitch like this would think that it was only looks that matter. She probably thought that women like Sherry didn't deserve to be with hot guys. She thought guys like me should only end up with girls like her. Hot girls. Hot bodied girls. This bitch thought that love was only skin deep. That bitch needed to learn a lesson. She needed to learn how the world really was. I'm sure I could show her a thing or two.

I looked back into this arrogant little whore's eyes. Her eyes twinkled at me and then she looked me up and down. She looked back into my eyes and licked her lips. This bitch was hitting on me. What an arrogant little slut. She was so confident, so arrogant, that she thought she could brazenly hit on a married man. I smirked arrogantly back at her, letting this little bitch know that it would take more than that to take me down. She smiled cutely, twirled her hair and walked away. As she did, she sashayed, her butt bouncing side to side. She reached back and pulled her booty shorts up, making it tighter against her ass, revealing a little more of her succulent ass cheeks. I looked down at that butt of hers. Admittedly, her ass was out of this world. But it didn't matter. Sure, she had a perfect, heart shaped ass. I would happily look, but I knew better than to get close to her. I would never get close enough to touch. I didn't want to. She looked back at me, making sure I was still watching her. I nodded at her, letting her know I appreciated what she had to offer... but that I wasn't interested. She smiled brightly at me before blending into the crowd. I shook my head. If she thought she affected me, she thought a bit too highly of herself. 

"What?" Sherry said, wondering why I was shaking my head.

"Nothing." I said, leaning over and kissing her.

"Well." she started, shutting her book. "I'm gonna sit back and relax. Don't let me fall asleep. I don't want to burn." 

"No problem, dear." I told her with a smile. She lied back, removed her sunglasses and shut her eyes. I sat and looked around, just taking in the beautiful beach. I decided to take a walk and maybe get something to drink. 

I walked leisurely, not in any big rush. I looked around as I walked, trying to take it all in. It wasn't like I was looking for that hot-bodied little slut. I was just walking. I saw some vendors and started to make my way that direction. 

I saw a place that sold lemonade. That sounded perfect. As I got ready to get in line, I looked over at the next vendor. This vendor sold beer. Ever since I cleaned myself up, I had stopped drinking. I wasn't an alcoholic or anything like that. It was just that bad things happened when I drank. Whenever I drank, I always ended up in bed with some slut I didn't know, without fail. I didn't need to be doing anything that would possibly make me slip into my old ways, so I gave up drinking. It wasn't a big deal to me.

But it wasn't the beer that caught my attention. It was that little slut in the pink bikini that was in the line that caught me off guard. There was no way she was 21. Sure she had the tits of woman, but she was still a teenage girl. I knew I should ignore her but she was playing a game with me. I knew if I got in line with her and didn't acknowledge her, it would show her how little affect she had on me. I was tempted to get in line behind her just to prove that point. I might have to get a beer to do so, but it wasn't like one beer would put me back into my old ways. I could handle a beer no sweat. I had to admit a nice, cold beer sounded great in this blazing sun. It was this thought that drove me to switch lines. It wasn't that girl's magnetic ass. I wanted a nice cold beer, and if I taught that young bitch a lesson, then that's all the better.

She was at the end of the line so I stepped behind her. Her friend was next to her. The friend glanced at me, and then leaned in close to whisper to the black-haired girl. She thought she was whispering quietly, but I could hear her.

"He's right behind you." the Latina girl whispered.

"I know." The black-haired girl said out loud, not caring if I heard. I doubt she did know I was behind her. She had never looked back at me.

It was a decently long line, so there was a bit of a wait. This allowed me to take the occasional glance at the black-haired girl's nice round ass. Again, I had to admit her ass was spectacular. It looked nice and round and perfectly ripe. She was bouncing her knee, and this motion caused her ass-cheeks to jiggle. I had to pull my eyes away. I had to be careful not to be hypnotized.

Before I knew it, we were at the front of the line. I watched black-haired girl step up to the vendor. The salesperson was an older, bearded man. 

"What can I get you?" the vendor said. As he looked at this pretty girls face, he was clearly taken aback. It had probably been a long time since he had seen a girl this gorgeous.

"A beer for me and my friend here." the black-haired girl said.

"Can I see some ID?" the vendor asked. She reached into her bag, pulled out her ID and grabbed her friend's ID from her hand and handed both over. The vendor looked at the IDs and then back at them, angrily. 

"Are you kidding? You girls both just turned 18! You know I can't serve you." the man said. That's when the black-haired girl did something that surprised the hell out of me. She put her hands on the table between her and the merchant. Then she started to bend over. As she did, she stepped backwards. She leaned over the table in front of her, no doubt providing the vendor an incredible view of her hanging breasts and cavernous cleavage. In doing so, she pushed her ass against my crotch. I was too caught off guard to step away. It seemed as if instantaneously, my dick was pressed against her ass-crack! I didn't even realize my dick was rock hard. All I knew was that it was perfectly placed in between this young bitch's ripe ass cheeks. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but no one was paying attention. I looked forward to see what would happen next.

"Are you sure about that?" she whispered huskily to the vendor. She was staring hard at the man, daring him to glance at her cleavage. She didn't have to wait very long. The vendor's eyes bugged out as he looked at the massive pair of breasts in front of him. He then looked into her eyes before turning, grabbing two plastic cups, and beginning to fill them with ice cold beer.

As he did that, this girl's butt began swaying and grinding against my dick. I was still frozen to the spot. I had to admit that ass of hers felt amazing against my cock. Her ass-cheeks were gently massaging my dick as she swayed. The only person watching me was her Latina friend, and I was too distracted to care. I was lost in the sensation.

Suddenly, the feeling was gone. She stood up straight with two beers in hand. That bitch turned and walked past me without even a glance back. She just handed a beer to her friend as she walked away. I looked at the vendor and he looked as shaken as I was. I quickly purchased a beer and decided to just head back to Sherry.

I was still stunned. That girl was brazen as hell. To just rub her firm ass against me in view of everyone. That took some guts. And I had to admit that her ass did feel really good against me. Against my dick. I was about to shake this girl out of my head again when I looked forward. Of course... she was walking ahead of me in the same direction. And of course she was still shaking that ass of hers as she walked. She was about ten feet in front of me. I tried to keep my eyes off of her. I was looking at the ocean, other people, anything but the little whore in front of me. This would have worked great until I glanced forward and realized the little bitch had stopped... and had turned to face me. I almost ran into her until I realized she was there. I stopped quickly, only about a foot away from her. I looked into her eyes as she looked at mine.

"Are you like a perv or something? You keep following me around." the black-haired girl said. I could see the game she was playing. I wasn't interested in playing with her.

"Just coincidence, sweetie." I told her, showing her she wasn't getting to me.

"Then why did you, like, rub your huge dick against me?" she said. I just looked down at her, the look on my face asking her if she was really gonna try and pin that on me.

"Keep dreaming." I told her smugly. She shook her head.

"You're not the first married guy to, like, be into me. But they're not usually such hunks like you." she said, rubbing her finger on my fit stomach.

"Keep flattering yourself." I said.

"I don't know why guys like you even bother getting married. We both know what you're good for..." she said. For the first time, she got to me a bit.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Her expression changed slightly.

"I've seen guys like you. You get older and feel the need to settle down. You settle for domestic pussy when you really want the good stuff." she said.

"And you got the good stuff?" I asked.

"You know the answer to that." she said. There was a silence as we looked right at each other. I realized this girl was a little more skilled at the game than I thought. I was wondering if she was thinking the same thing about me. Her friend broke the silence.

"C'mon, Bree. We should get going." the friend said.

"Don't interrupt me, Maya." the black haired girl, Bree, said. Her friend Maya stepped back, looking down at the sand, obeying her friend's will.

"I saw your wife. I'm surprised a guy like you would settle for a fatty." Bree said.

"Fuck you." I said quickly, still staring her down. She smiled.

"I bet you have never looked at her the way you looked at me. I saw you checking out these." she said, pushing out her chest, trying to get me to look down at her jutting breasts. I gave them a respectful glance before meeting her eyes again, trying to hide how impressive I found those huge titties. 

"I saw you burning a hole in my ass with your eyes." she said, turning around. She looked over her shoulder as she pointed her butt at me, letting me get another good look. 

"I felt how hard you were for me." she whispered. 

"I'm so tired of high school boys. Why can't I find a real man?" Bree asked, biting her bottom lip. Damn, she was sexy. But I had to make her know I was immune to her charms.

"I've met girls like you. Little sluts who think that just because they have hot little bodies, they think they can get any man they want. They don't realize that it takes more than a hot body to get a man. Now, if you would excuse me, my wife is waiting." I told her. She blocked me when I tried to walk past her.

"But I do know these things. I have a lot of experience. I can do it all. I could teach you a few things. Now you could go back to your wife, but you need to know what you would be missing out on. I know what type of man you are. I bet you got around in your younger days. But you had to grow up and be an adult, so you stopped having fun." Bree said. I was impressed that she had read me so well.

"Yeah, you got married. But that didn't stop you from looking around. Glancing at all the sexy girls you were missing out on. Glancing at the girls you would have had if you were still the man you used to be. But here's the thing, men don't change. You still want it as bad as you used to. You're just better at hiding it. But you're hiding the truth. You're hiding the fact that you want to fuck every hot piece of ass that walks by you. You were never as happy as you were when you were balls deep in some slut, right? There is nothing you want more that a tight teenage pussy wrapped around your fat cock." Bree said. For the first time, I was shocked into silence.

"It's what you've been dreaming about, isn't it? Tight young pussy... eager to be stretched. So why don't you relive the old days right now. Relive those days when you would fuck every hot piece of teenage ass. Take out all your frustrations and wasted years of marriage on my hot fucking body. Your balls must be so full. Your wife was never able to drain your balls as good as those young sluts you used to fuck. It must be tough to know that your fat old wife is sexually inferior to most teenage girls. And you're about to realize that every girl you've ever been with is inferior to me. Because I do everything." Bree said. As she said her last sentence, her fingers walked up my chest.

I looked over and saw my wife a distance away. It looked like she had nodded off. I had better go wake her to keep her skin from burning, like she asked. But then I looked back at Bree. I looked at the smug look on her face, as if she had already won. I knew I couldn't fuck her, obviously. I had to scare her off, and to do that, I had to bring out the big guns.

"I've met tons of girls like you. You talk a big game, but when the time comes, you just lie back and take it." I told her, stepping close to her.

"You've never met a girl like me, baby." Bree replied. "How many 18 year old girls do you know with tits this big?" she said, guiding my eyes down to her giant breasts. I glanced at them again and then looked at her face, acting as if I wasn't impressed. She opened her mouth in mock insult. 

"How many 18 year olds are willing to let you fuck them in any hole you want?" Bree said. I raised an eyebrow. It was a good play. But I've done all of that before. She had done nothing to change my stance. She knew she had to step it up.

"Do you know how hot it is to cheat on the person you're with?" she asked. "I've cheated on most of my boyfriends. To betray a person for someone who is so much better in every way. But those are only boyfriends. I can't how imagine how hot it would be to cheat on your wife with a girl who is sexier in every way. I can't imagine how hot it would be to cheat on your wife simply to satisfy your sick fetishes. You know, like your fondness for 18 year old girls. And your love of girls with big tits. And your fascination with girls with perfect asses." 

This was a new move. Despite all the stuff I did in my past, I was never a cheater. To be fair, I was never a relationship guy. I was more of a one-night stand kinda guy. I was more of a friends with benefits kinda guy. I never really cheated. Was there some raw thrill from betraying someone you vowed to love? This girl seemed to know.

She did have a good read on me. The best sex of my life was with younger girls. Girls her age. It wasn't that they were necessarily great at sex. Most of the girls a few years older were probably better lovers. But the teenagers were so damn insatiable! I had never met a girl who combined the insatiability of a girl that young with the experience needed to be spectacular at sex. But once again, that was in the past. I hadn't fucked an 18 year old since I was a lot closer to that age. If a guy my age did that now people might see it as gross.

Bree knew she had me on the hook a little bit. She started to press the issue.

"How about this?" she started. She stepped close to me. I groaned as I felt her soft breasts press against me. She began to whisper. "I want you. I want you bad. I would never cheat on you, because you're man enough to take care of me. And I can prove it to you. If you take my hot ass down the beach and fuck the shit out of me, I wouldn't ask you to wear a condom. With you I wouldn't deal with any of that bullshit. You can stick your huge fucking cock deep inside me... bare... Uncovered. Unprotected. And if you're man enough to do it, I will let you cum deep inside me. If your man enough, plant your seed in me. Just imagine, some 18 year old slut's belly growing with your baby... And not just once. Again and again."

I was stunned by this. Stunned. This girl was offering me her womb. She was offering her womb to me to make babies. Holy Shit! This was something I had never encountered. Most of the girls I was with either insisted I wear a condom or that I made sure to pull out. The only pussy I ever came in was my wife's. I never had the opportunity to cum inside a nice, tight, teenage twat. 

I had clearly underestimated this teenage girl. She knew how to play the game in a way I had never seen. She was wise beyond her years. She was the worthy challenger I had dreamed of facing. I asked myself why she was offering me this much. She had just met me. Then I realized the answer. She viewed me as her equal. She viewed me as a worthy competitor to her. A worthy challenger. She viewed me as her sexual equal. There was only one choice for people like us when we meet our equal. Could I resist the urge to go to battle with her? Playing the game with her would be a once in a lifetime opportunity. I was still hesitant.




Beach Bubble Butts



"I know what you're thinking. Why saddle yourself with some dumb 18 year old slut? But the good thing is, my daddy is rich... and he is never around. To make up for never being around, he keeps my bank account nice and fat. I never have to worry about getting a job or any of that silliness. I spend my days lying by the pool, making myself pretty. If you knock me up, that life can be yours too. You don't have to work. You can just spend your days with me, keeping me nice and satisfied. You never have to work. You never have to worry about money. All you have to focus on is making me a mommy... again and again. I am so ready to be a mommy." Bree whispered. Damn, this girl was getting to me. She was so nasty. My dick was throbbing. 

"My daddy bought me and my girls a beach house for the week. An early graduation gift for us girls. Now look at Maya." Bree started. I complied with her command.

Maya stood there uncomfortably as I gave her the once over. Now that I was up close, I realized that she was a little hottie. She had a darker complexion than her friend due to her Latina heritage. She had creamy skin which complimented her body well. She was strikingly pretty too. Straight black hair, down to her mid-back, gorgeous big eyes, and full lips. She was a beautiful girl. I glanced down at her body. Now that I was up close, I realized how nice her breasts were. Nice, round D-cups which would be impressive on most women, but were overshadowed by her friend's giant rack. They rode together, their firm flesh pressing together to create a perfect amount of cleavage. I gazed at her firm, flat belly, evidence that she worked out. Her bikini bottoms were a little skimpier than her friend's, showing off her long smooth legs. 

Bree motioned for her to turn around. Maya rolled her eyes, but complied. I was now able to take in the back of her. Her back was very sexy. Smooth and firm. I couldn't help but look at her ass. She was a bit more petite than Bree, but her Latina heritage provided her with a nice round, bubble butt, jutting out, stretching the material of her small bikini. She turned back around to face me. She was still clearly very shy and nervous, which was the only thing holding her back from being a walking sex bomb like her friend. I would have to admit that she was more attractive than Sherry, but not nearly as attractive as her friend.

"She's pretty hot, right?" Bree asked. "You can have her to. You can have her in whatever way you want. Anything you do to me, you can do to her too. Any hole you want, any way you want. And if you want to get her pregnant like you will with me, feel free. Her womb is all yours." Maya's eyebrow arched and she was about to argue when Bree shushed her. "I am offering both of us to you. And not just for sex. I am offering you two pussies to cum in. Two flat bellies for you to make swell with your babies. Two big pairs of big teenage tits that you could make full with milk. Two high school girls, cooped up together. So full of energy. So horny. Two girls desperate to be fucked properly. Two pussies dying to be stretched, dying to be wrapped around a nice, fat cock. Imagine the trouble we could get in without some strong male supervision." she whispered, biting her lip, looking up at me with those big eyes of hers. 

I looked over at her friend. She seemed terrified by this conversation. Bree started to talk again. 

"Don't worry. She hides it well, but she's just as nasty as I am. Wave a huge cock in her face and she goes nuts." Bree said. Then she looked down the beach at my wife.

"Look at her, like a beached whale. What a fucking dumbass!" she said.

"My wife isn't fat, and she is not dumb. I'm a married man." I croaked.

"She is fat, and she is dumb. She would have to dumb to let you out of her sight. She'd have to be dumb to not know what type of man you really are. She'd have to be dumb to sit there and sleep, and then allow her man to get stolen. I'm not dumb. I know what I am. And I know what you are. I am here, with her man, where I belong. Where we belong. And she is where she belongs, at our feet. You could go back to her and keep lying to yourself about who you should be with, but we both know the truth. You know who you were meant be with. Not some fat old slob of a wife." Bree said, saying the word wife with disdain. "You were meant to be with fit, sexy young girls. Face it, your destiny is to be a cum factory for teenage sluts." Bree said. As she finished, she got up on her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her lips felt so soft. We were surrounded by people, and if anyone had looked, they would have seen this slutty teenage girl kiss a thirty something man. It was madness. I couldn't find any words. Sure, there was a nasty appeal to what she was saying and it sounded ridiculously hot, but I couldn't do this to Sherry.

"Maybe we should go down the beach. Continue this conversation somewhere more private..." Bree said.

"Just because you are offering your bodies to me...just because you are offering your wombs to me doesn't mean I will cheat. Just because I have never cum inside a tight, teenage pussy doesn't mean I will jump into your arms. I am a married man! That means something to me!" I told them angrily.

"No it doesn't. You care about your wife as much as I do. I bet you have dreamed about dumping her for a hotter woman. Or in this case... a hotter girl." she giggled.

"Fuck off." I told her.

"That's what you've wanted to tell your fat wife since you met her. She is so far beneath you. Everyone knows it. Everybody probably laughs at you behind your back for shacking up with her. No one will laugh at you when you have a teenage slut in each arm." she said, trying to appeal to my vanity.

I shook my head at her and I turned to walk past her. Bree jumped in front of me, causing her giant breasts to bounce. I couldn't help but watch them jiggle. 

"You really think you can go back to that?" Bree asked skeptically, glancing over her shoulder at Sherry. "You can tell yourself you are satisfied with the sex you have with her, but we both know you are lying. There is no chance that your wife is good at sex. My guess is that she is flat out terrible at it. You have to do all the work while she just lies there." I was silent. 

"You would say something if I was not telling the truth. You would defend your wife's honor. You wouldn't still be here unless you wanted to be stolen from her." Bree said. I looked into her eyes, full of hate for this evil, spoiled little cunt.

"Is that honestly the woman you want to start a family with? Is that the person who could provide you with the best offspring? We all know you could do better. Just look at me. I'm perfect. Who is the superior woman? Me, or that pathetic excuse for a woman?" Bree said angrily. I again could not find any words.

"Look at me. Look at my body." she ordered softly. I looked. I couldn't help myself. "Who do you think would fuck you better? Who do you think is better at sex? Your old, flabby, lazy wife... or a hot, sexy, slutty and energetic young girl?" As much as I hated to admit it, this girl would definitely be a much better fuck. "If you had a choice, what would you rather your woman have: a pair of massive, perky, EE cup breasts with perfect nipples, or some pathetic pair of saggy breasts which are maybe B-cups at best? Would you rather have tits that are big enough for you to do whatever nasty things you can come up with, or some nothing little boobies? Wouldn't you rather be with a woman whose tits overfill whatever clothes she's in? Wouldn't you rather be with a woman whose huge jugs pour through your fingers? Wouldn't you rather be with a girl who has a perfect round ass, perfect for spanking, slapping or sticking your dick in? Or would you rather have a wife with a flabby butt who is too nice to ever consider giving you her ass to fuck? Wouldn't you rather be with girls who are spectacularly gorgeous, and not flat out ugly like that woman you saddled yourself to? Wouldn't you rather be with a girl who is spectacularly rich and never had to lift a finger? Don't you want to fuck a spoiled-brat like me? Don't I deserve it? I earned your cock. I am here, working hard for you. She is on her fat ass, lazy, asking for her man to be taken from her. I know what kind of nasty girls are out there. I would never let you go. If she isn't going to try to hold onto you, why are you bothering holding on to her? You deserve this! You deserve to fuck some hot teenage girls! You deserve to get some tight, young pussy! You've wasted yourself on her and her nasty, loose pussy for years. Make up for lost time, and fuck the type of girls who know how to care for you!"

Everything she said was true. All of it. Sherry was lazy. She was asking for this to happen. As much as I hated to admit it, Bree, this 18 year-old slut, was superior to my 35 year-old wife in every way. Bree was hotter and sexier than my wife. I knew I should stay loyal, but I couldn't look away from Bree's chest. Her tits were just so huge! Bree smiled, as she saw how transfixed I was. She knew she had won.

She knew she had her hooks in me. She didn't even know my name, but she was offering to mother my children. I realized our connection was not a typical one. It was not a relationship about names. Our relationship was a physical one. She was female perfection, and not to be too arrogant, I wasn't too bad myself. We were two sexual creatures, circling each other, feeling each other out. But there was only one possible outcome, and deep down, I knew it. I knew it, and she knew I knew it. I don't know why I was fighting the inevitable. With a smile, she took my hand in hers, and began to lead me down the beach, Maya close behind.

I was in a daze as I watched her sexy tramp stamp sway. God, I always loved girls with tramp stamps. Some guys hated girls with them because it made it obvious they were sluts. But that's what turned me on. I loved the fact that girls were so blatant with their sluttiness.

I looked back at my wife. She was still asleep. I looked around at the people near us, and no one seemed to be paying attention. We were in our own little world. 

"My name is Brent, by the way." I told her. This made her laugh.

"Nice to know the name of the man who will be the father of my child." Bree said with a smile. This made Maya run up next to her.

"Bree!" Maya whispered loudly, loud enough for me to hear. "I don't want to get pregnant. Don't speak for me like that."

"Just wait honey. Watch what happens and see if you change your mind." Bree said lazily. 

I had to wonder how I got here. I am a married man. But this bitch just seemed to have my number. Sure, she was spectacularly gorgeous, and she had tits each as big as my head. But that shouldn't be enough to make me cheat. She was able to tap into the part of me that missed my old life. The part of me that was addicted to fucking. Addicted to pussy. Addicted to young, tight pussy.

Bree was right. She appealed to all my fetishes. I loved younger women. I loved big breasts. I loved perfect round asses. My mind was saying 'no', but my cock was screaming 'yes'. Bree was the most gorgeous girl I had ever met. But more importantly, she was absolutely filthy. And that was so hot to me. She told me she wanted to get pregnant with my baby! Why did that appeal to me so much? This girl wanted me to go from not knowing her to breeding her. She wanted me to impregnate her. That must be one of her fetishes. That was about as nasty as it got. I had no doubt now that she was as nasty as she had advertised. I always loved being with nasty, slutty girls. They always made my cock throb.

Bree was the perfect fuck partner for me. She was the embodiment of everything I wanted in a woman, and she was just 18! But I'm a married man. I couldn't let myself do this, could I? It had taken me years to escape the vortex I had created for myself. My addiction to pussy consumed my world and I had finally been able to escape that addiction. But if I relapsed, if I experienced good pussy again, I might not be able to escape. If I did it, I would turn out like Bree had said: a cum factory for teenage girls. If I didn't say anything, any semblance of me being a productive member of society would be gone. I would be a fuck machine. I needed to stop this. I had to speak up.

My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. I was silent, just watching Bree's bubble butt bounce and sway. I looked at Maya's ass, and saw it bouncing perfectly in time with Bree's. I was transfixed by these two bubble butts. Their butts took all the words out of me. Their butts were leading me to my doom.

**********

(Bree)

I didn't think it would be this easy. I didn't think this married man would succumb to my charms that easily. He is married! But then again, I am really fucking hot, so it's understandable.

People always told my dad when I was younger that I would be a handful, and they weren't wrong. Once I sprouted my humongous tits and started getting all the boys' attention, there was no stopping me from exploring the more adult side of life. I had been a slut for years. With a pair of EE cup tits on my petite frame, it would be hard not to get young guys' attention. I had always been pretty, and as I got older, I blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. And as my body filled out in all the right places I learned how easy most teenage boys were to manipulate. I learned a valuable lesson: I could have whoever I wanted.

When I was still discovering what my body was capable of, I would put out like crazy. I had built up quite a reputation around school. The other girls hated me, but I wrote that off to jealousy and fear. Jealous that they weren't as hot as me, and fear that their boyfriends wanted me. None of it bothered me one bit. 

As I got older, I learned to be more choosy about who I wanted to fuck. It was easy to fuck the burnouts or the meatheads. There was no challenge there. It was far more fun to go after straight-A, all-American jocks. The good guys who were supposed to end up with the sweet girls. Those college bound guys who could do so much better than being with a slut like me. It was always sweeter when those guys ended up balls deep inside me. Those guys were too sweet and good natured to know what hit them. They were fun, but as I mowed through all the single guys I could find, I needed more. 

It was other girls' jealousy of me that inspired me. I realized the next great thrill: fucking guys who had girlfriends. Finding those guys who were taken, and corrupting them, bringing them down to my level was a thrill I couldn't explain. Just knowing that they liked me and my hot body more than their sweet and jealous little girlfriends drove me wild. 

I was only able to do this a few times before word got out. The story on me was out in the open. I was a slutty girl willing to fuck other girls' boyfriends. I was treated like poison around the school. Girls didn't want their boyfriends getting anywhere near me. Most girls hated me but I was able to make a few friends. Four best friends, the most surprising of which was Maya. She was a smart girl, a straight-A student and bound for an ivy-league college. But the fact that she was willing to hang out with me told me that this girl had a dark side. She was cute and shy but I wanted to bring that dark side out of her. After a while, I was finally able to see her at work with a guy. I realized that although she hides it well, at her core she is as much of a nasty slut as me. 

My tastes evolved again. Even at their best, young guys were easy to fuck. That was when my eyes wandered to older men. Unfortunately, none of my male teachers were at all attractive, or you had better believe I would have fucked them. So I sought older men elsewhere. And for the first time, I failed. I hit on a few older men and even though I saw a glimmer of desire for me and my body, they all declined, saying I was too young.

I had felt like a mature adult for years. Once I got old enough to take care of myself, my dad felt comfortable leaving me alone at home while he traveled for work. I didn't resent him for it. I love my daddy and he was always great to me. He was very successful and stinking rich, so even though I was on my own, Dad's money allowed me to live the good life. 

I raised myself through the last few years, so I felt mature beyond my age. I couldn't wait to be a legal adult for many reasons. I felt like I was ready to do things an adult would do. Be able to date whoever I wanted without any issues cause that was the issue holding back most of the older men I flirted with. And also, I wanted to start a family. I had had the urge for years to be a mommy. Most looked down at those girls who were in high school and pregnant, but that thought violently turned me on. Just the idea of being some young, knocked up slut seemed so hot to me. 

Once I turned 18, I realized it had been a miracle that I hadn't been knocked up yet. It had also been a miracle that I never caught anything. And now, as I neared graduation, I was child free and disease free. I put out less than I used to. I wasn't fucking high school boys anymore. I wanted a man. I wanted a man who knew how to fuck me. I wanted a man because they were actually a challenge. I knew I would end up with an older man, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was knocked up. I was hot, young, and legal. It was inevitable. I knew that magic moment was coming. I could feel it. I knew it would not be long before some hot older guy made me his. 

My daddy had bought me this beach house for spring break. I had hoped to meet a man during this time. I had only been 18 for a month and I was desperate for my first experience with an older man.

I had spied Brent from far away. He seemed like a perfect candidate. He looked to be in his early thirties, hot, and fit. But most importantly, he was checking me out. He was into me. He was down for some young pussy. I saw his fat wife and couldn't blame him for seeking out some hot pussy. Just the thought of driving a married man wild with lust drove me crazy. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. It didn't matter that he was married. That only made it better. He was perfect for me. 

I knew I had him interested, but I knew it wouldn't be a cakewalk to get him. It was a few hours later when I saw him on the beach. That would make it easier for me. I knew all I would have to do is march my bikini clad body around him and he would proceed to get very interested. So that's what I did, and that's all I needed to do. I could tell immediately he was very interested in me. As I went to get a beer, I watched him wandering the beach like a lost puppy, looking for my hot ass. I knew I had my hooks in him then.

I could feel his presence as he got behind me in line. I went over what I knew about him. I figured he wasn't having good sex. With the mismatch between him and his wife, it was pretty obvious good sex wasn't happening there. And the way his eyes wolfed down my body told me he was into younger girls. He was probably the type of guy who had fucked around in the past before settling down. He was probably nasty. He had to be if he was following an 18-year-old girl's hot ass around the beach. That's why I knew he would enjoy it when I pushed my ass into his crotch. This allowed me to confirm my suspicion: he was huge! Perfect for a slut like me.

By the time we got to talking I knew he wanted me to seduce him. But the thing was, I had never been with an older man, so I didn't know for sure what they were typically looking for. So most of the things I told him were either bullshit or guesswork. I appealed to those instincts in a man to fuck and impregnate the hottest bitch around. Maya wasn't so sure about this, but I knew better. I knew that when the time came, she would be begging him to empty his balls in her. Despite her shy, intelligent façade, I knew and she knew deep down that her destiny was not to be some bookworm. Her destiny was to end up barefoot and pregnant. I knew it would take some work to get her to that point, but she would. I just hoped the offer of knocking up some young sluts would convince him to fuck me. And it did! I was now leading him down the beach to a nice shady spot, where we both knew what was about to happen. There was no way he was getting out of this without putting a baby in my belly.




Beach Buddies



Going to the beach is what they did that summer. Rockaway beach had water warm enough for swimming and a boardwalk ideal or walking along or having sex underneath. Food, places to play games, and bumper cars provided entertainment along the boardwalk. So did lots of people in bathing suits.

There were so many hot bodies on the beach and the three of them very much enjoyed the view. They also were aware of nearby couples under blankets moving rhythmically as if no one would suspect what was going on.

Tom and Peter were there that day with Tom's girlfriend Patti. She had been Peter's girlfriend two years ago but back then they never went beyond mutual masturbation. Tom and Patti moved well beyond that and fucked every day after school and all summer long. Peter on the other hand, had no girlfriend at the time. 

All in their early 20's, they attended different colleges but spent much of their free time together. Today they shared a blanket on Beach 35th Street near the stairs to the boardwalk.

Peter, face down on the blanket, nearly slept. Suddenly he felt Patti's hand reaching under his hips heading straight for his cock. His got hard instantly as her fingers inched closer and closer to his nearly erect dick. He raised his hips to give Patti easier access. That is when Patti and Tom erupted into laughter. Tom had told her what to do and predicted that Peter would cooperate. They laughed at Peter's reaction. Peter felt embarrassed and more than a little frustrated. 

They went into the water, swam out to the ropes and took off their suits like they usually did. They all loved the feel of the water on their naked skin. Peter had done this several times before with Marian, his most recent girlfriend before they split up.

To say that Peter was horny did not come close to how he felt. Patti and Tom's tease just fueled the flames.

After several hours at the beach Tom and Peter dropped Patti off at home and headed for Tom's apartment. They both needed showers to rinse off the sunscreen, sand, and salt.

Tom showered first and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Tom's tan Italian skin and dark hair contrasted with Peter's red hair, pale white skin and freckles. Tom's well-muscled, medium build made him look more buff than Peter's long, lean, runner's body.

Peter got into the shower and paid extra attention to his cock but decided not to orgasm in the shower. Entering Tom's bedroom, he too had a towel around his waist but an obvious bulge gave away his aroused state. 

Tom sat cross legged on the floor and Peter sat down facing him. They listened to "Angie" by the Rolling Stones till the song ended. Tom kept singing, "Angie, Angie..." hypnotically. Peter's cock still made a bulge in his towel. He knew Tom must have noticed but did not care. He needed relief. 

After a few minutes Peter noticed a bulge under Tom's towel as well. That made Peter even harder. 

They both decided to lose the towels since it was "too warm" in the hot, east coast apartment. They sat cross legged facing each other with their hard cocks pointed at each other. Tom kept singing the same line from the song, "Angie, Angie....." and Peter felt hypnotized.

Tom's erect cock curved upward. At about 6 inches it was similar in size to Peter's straight cock. They looked different. Peter's pale cock and red hair contrasted with Tom's tan cock and dark hair. But, they also looked alike. Both were circumcised and both trimmed their hair to about half inch or less. They both sat there erect and wondering what to do next when Tom took the lead. He reached over and grasped Peter's turgid cock and asked, "Is this alright?" Peter said, "Yeah" and reached for Tom's dick. They sat for quite a while slowly jerking each other off.

Again Tom took the lead and spread out onto the floor. "Peter, come here next to me." Peter complied and put his arm around Tom as their bodies began to intertwine. "Ummm, feels good." Said Peter as Tom kissed his neck and shoulder. Spread out on their sides they kept hands on each other's cocks while rubbing their bodies together.

Peter told Tom, "Flip around." When Tom obeyed, Peter and Tom were both facing each other's dicks. Tom took Peter into his mouth and began to lick and suck gently. 

Peter had never felt a man's mouth on his cock and could not believe how good it felt. He opened his mouth and holding his mouth in the shape of an "O" he wrapped his moist lips around Tom's hot cock. Peter felt the ridge of Tom's head with his tongue and explored this new territory with enthusiasm. He looked at the slit at the tip of Tom's dick and noticed liquid oozing out. Peter tasted and recognized the flavor since he had tasted his own pre-cum many times. 

They both licked and explored each other from navel to balls with their tongues. Tom seemed more experienced than Peter but Peter learned by imitating what his friend did to him. When Tom licked his shaft, Peter mirrored his friend. When Tom wet his finger and stuck it into Peter's ass, Peter did the same, moving it to increase their arousal. They were fully enjoying each other's cocks. As they grew more and more aroused they both began bobbing their heads in an increasingly rapid rhythm.

They both came at nearly the same time in each other's mouths, drinking the fluid like they needed some thirst satisfied. Tom eventually got up and got into his bed. Peter curled up behind him.

They slept for a couple of hours. Tom awoke to Peter stroking his cock. Now that the ice was broken they both felt ready to explore the possibilities. Peter asked Tom to get onto his hands and knees on the bed. He stood behind Tom, spread some lube onto Tom's ass and pushed his lean cock to the entrance to Tom's opening. Giving a little push he entered and just stood there enjoying the tightness. Tom started moving and soon Peter started to slide in and out. He shoved his cock deep into Tom's ass while holding Tom's hips like handles. He did not last long and came deep inside Tom in a series of powerful spurts.

They traded places but Tom asked Peter to get onto his back on the bed and put his knees up to his shoulders. Face-to face, Tom lubed and then entered Peter's tight ass and began to kiss his face at the same time. The curved angle of Tom's cock massaged Peter's prostate and put Peter over the edge again. This time Tom and Peter both came with Tom flooding his friend's inside while Peter shot cum all over his chest. By this time they were pretty spent. They rinsed off in the shower and curled up in bed once again.

After exchanging blowjobs again Peter reluctantly went home. He came later recalling his hot encounter with Tom.

During the following years they got together too many times to count. During their last sexual encounter, Peter masturbated in his sleeping bag outside the house while watching through the window as Tom and his girlfriend fucked with the lights on. Tom asked Peter to sleep in the yard that night since his girlfriend planned to spend the night. After that night Tom spent less and less time with Peter and more and more time with his girlfriend. Tom and his girlfriend eventually married. Still Peter always had a soft spot in his heart and a hard-on in his pants when he thought of Tom.



Beach Buddies



I woke up Friday morning, a little bit hung over from the party the night before and maybe still a little buzzed to be honest. Something about being hung over in bed the morning after - it makes me horny. Half awake, I realized that my only Friday class had been canceled because we had an exam on Wednesday. So with no reason to get out of bed, I rolled over and conveniently rolled over onto my hand. My fingers started their routine and gently rubbed my privates through the fabric of my panties. Nothing major, but it felt soothing and nice.

My mind began to drift and pretty soon I was pressing myself against my hand into a rhythm. I realized I wasn't going to be able to fall back to sleep until I gave myself a quickie, so began to grind down against my fingers with purpose. I felt my orgasm start to build, and then flipped over onto my back and assumed the position. You know which one...legs apart, knees in the air, both hands down below on a mission.

My breathing became forceful and shallow and my toes started to curl. It was here and it was feeling good. "Hey, Chels...oh my god!! Sorry!"

Just as I was about to reach the point of no return, Brina comes barreling into my room. My door's not locked as I wasn't really planning on having any special alone-time. She slammed the door shut as quickly as she had opened it and then began to talk through it, "Chels, I'm so sorry. I should have knocked."

"That's ok," I said. "You can come in now. Nothing's happening," I said with an obvious disappointment in my voice, trying to be a little funny so it would be less embarrassing.

The door opened slowly, and Brina stuck her head in again, grinning an exaggerated smile and apologizing once again. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the beach for a bit this morning. Tara said you don't have class today, so I was looking for a beach buddy." I was always up for the beach, so I told Brina to give me a few minutes, and I'd be ready to go.

We took her car and drove the few minutes to our favorites spot. It was a bit from the pier and the normal crowds, so it was pretty quiet. In fact, other than surfers, there really wasn't anyone around. We set up our chairs, laid down and put on the standard SPF-zero oil. Stupid, I know, but we were always going after the perfect tan.

After a while, it became pretty hot, so I got up and went down to the water to take a quick dip and cool down. When I got back up to our chairs, it looked as though Brina was out, crashed asleep. Her big brimmed hat was pulled down over her face and she looked to be in another world. I pulled my towel off my chair and laid it flat directly on the sand. 

The warm sun felt good and was already drying the salt water off my skin. I knelt down on the towel and then pushed down on the towel near the top to form a little "sand pillow." If you've never done this before, it's pretty cool. You can basically form a pillow in the sand underneath your towel to rest your head on. Since I was going to lie on my stomach, I made a place to put my forehead with a sort of indentation so I wouldn't smash my nose and mouth. Satisfied with my makeshift sand-bed, I lied down. Nope, this wasn't going to work - there was a small mound pressing against my stomach and another one near my left hip. I knelt back up and smoothed out the sand through the towel. When I got to the lower one that was pressing against my hip, I paused. Wait a minute. What if I reshaped it a bit and moved it over a couple of inches? It would be in the perfect spot and could give me something to grind against, assuming, of course, I got back into the mood. I looked at Brina to see if she was watching me, but she still looked to be asleep. So I pushed the sand together to form a little mound about the size of my fist. I then looked around to see if anyone could figure out what I was up to, then lied down, face down. My face fit perfectly into its pillow, and my mound fit perfectly over my newly built sand fist. Bullseye.

I closed my eyes and didn't really move at all for a couple of minutes. Again, the warm sun felt so soothing against my skin, and I just enjoyed the moment. I then pushed myself down and in a little bit and could feel the protruding sand castle poking me where I wanted the most attention. I was quickly reminded of how good I had felt earlier that morning before Brina barged in on me. I pushed myself against it again, this time a little bit firmer, and could feel that familiar electric wave pulse through my erogenous zones.

I slowly lifted my head and looked over at Brina. Nothing. Still asleep. The coast was clear. I lowered my forehead down again against the pillow and went to work, moving my hips against my sand friend. Pretty soon things began to work their magic, and I could feel the early beginnings of an orgasm in the making. I was determined now, and the thought of having an orgasm out in the open at the beach was making everything even that more exciting. I wanted to drop my hand down between my legs to finish myself off, but knew that would be impossible without being caught, so I just kept humping the sand.

My orgasm was really beginning to build, and I knew that if I kept it up, then I was going to cum. I was totally committed to it, but before going for broke, I lifted my head slightly and sneaked a peak at Brina just to make sure no one was on to me. Well, good news and bad. Bad news is that I was caught. Brina was looking straight at me. The good news, however, was that I didn't need to stop. She had her big brimmed hat in her lapnow and her two hands were underneath it. I couldn't see what exactly they were doing, but the look on her face told me that she was enjoying my show. In fact, when I looked into her eyes, she stared back and nodded slightly, sort of encouraging me to keep on going. I nodded back and then started rubbing harder. However, instead of putting my head back onto my pillow in the sand, I continued to look at her face. I was getting close and started to breathe loudly so she could hear me and know that I was about to explode. She started breathing loudly too. I could tell now that her hands were at work and her hat would bounce up and down just enough with the rhythm of her hands. I let out another loud breath, followed by a little moan and then rocked myself against my sand buddy until my orgasm came crashing through me. Brina was right behind me. She lowered her head and then went very rigid and then followed with a series of minor convulsions.

We both remained in those positions for about a minute, and then I looked back up at her and smiled. She smiled back.

"I needed to do that so bad, ever since I walked in on you this morning," she confessed.

"YOU needed to do it? You? What about me? I was the one that was on the edge until I was so rudely interrupted. Gotta say, though...it was worth the wait."

With that, I lowered my head and drifted into an awesome post-orgasm nap.



Beach Buff



Summer at last, a day at the beach, you bloody beauty, but hang on, I suppose some sort of intro is necessary I guess – my name is Devlin Watergate, I'm 46, widowed, I have a 22 year old daughter who is the spitting image of her mother, presently overseas working for the Australian High Commission. She comes home occasionally which rather cramps my style a little, but having her home makes up for that. I am also Bi, not into mm anal –at least not yet, but then who knows, in the middle of some hot and steamy....well I guess anything is possible. Now where was I, ah yes, Bi, fit, and, I suppose not totally unattractive to the ladies. I also have some bad habits, I have and aversion to body hair and therefore don't have any, all removed permanently prior to my bride's demise. She shared this little aversion of mine incidentally, however if I start thinking about her I shall probably get quite maudlin and start crying or something, again.

Anyway, yes, no body hair at all, none, nowhere, zip. Also have a thing for mild pain when applied in a sexual setting, leather toys, cock rings, and now we get really down to it, I love to wear sexy panties, the panties I wear all belonged to my lady, and she had exquisite taste when it came to lingerie, also can get into wet sex.

So there we go, you have on your hands a certified kinky nutter. Oh, did I mention I am, more through good luck than good management quite wealthy, meaning don't have to work, don't have too and probably never will. AND I love to cook. So there you have it – not a kinky nutter at all, instead a mildly eccentric chappy who has an identity crisis. Isn't wealth a wonderful thing?

Now, where was I, ahh, yes a day at the beach, don't you just fucking hate winter?

It was a beautiful day for the beach, clear sunny day with just a zephyr of a breeze to keep it pleasant and not too hot.

I'd arrived early in the hope I would get my favourite spot, and walked the mile and a half up the beach from the carpark. As soon as I'd crossed into the "Clothes Optional" area I stripped off. I did consider leaving lacy and sheer pink G-string on but there were some families a little further along and children don't need to be exposed to these little deviations. However I did not remove my personal jewellery, the thick white gold band that adorned the base of my cock and balls and the smaller bands that circled the base of my cock and the other around the top of my balls, (hence my net nick – 3 rings), there were lots of people on the beach wearing body jewellery, male and female so really it was unremarkable and most people just accepted it.

I was in luck, my little spot was vacant, it was a sort of saucer in the dunes with a clump of pandanus palms in the middle and over a couple of years I'd dragged up various bits of driftwood from the beach, so there was a rather nice little oasis, shade, seating and places to lay in either sun or shade. I had never had a visitor into my little spot, so no casual sex, unfortunately. Although I had jacked off many times while watching a fuck-flick on my portable DVD player, or just for the hell of it, spraying cum all over myself or into the panties I was wearing and then let it dry on my skin.

Mind you, I was always hopeful that some sexy and deviate young lady, with or without her boyfriend would stumble into my little nook. Well, you can live in hope.

I stood and peered over the top of the small dune that separated my spot from the beach as I rubbed tanning lotion on my shoulders and arms. There were not all that many people on the beach at the moment, a couple of nudist family groups a few hundred yards further up the beach, and there was a couple coming up the beach from the carpark end. They were a little unusual, in that they were both clothed, you never saw dressed people this far up the beach, and he was walking with her but perhaps half a metre behind her, she also appeared to be carrying some sort of reed or something. I moved further up the dune for a closer look. She was wearing a strappy summer dress that swished around her legs in the breeze and as she walked, and he wore a pair of white shorts. I was fairly well up the dune and was visible to my knees I supposed, so when she turned her head towards the dunes she would have seen me in all my naked glory, rings and all. She said something over her shoulder to her partner and then continued past me and up the beach. I stepped back down from the dune and lay out in the sun tanning my front, I could feel the sun warming my rings, it was quiet sensuous really.

After half an hour I moved into the shade and had a drink of water and then stretched out again on my stomach. The back of my legs and arse were in the sun but my back would have to wait for the solarium, or until I could find someone to put lotion on my back. I had just settled when I heard, "Hello, Would you have any water at all, we rather foolishly didn't bring any with us." A woman's voice inquired. By the time I'd rolled over and sat up the woman and here partner I watched earlier were standing on the rim of the dune, they were still dressed, and I felt a little self conscious, specially when I saw the panties I'd been wearing earlier sitting out in plain view on top of my Backpack.

" Aahh, yes I do," I stammered, " You'll have to excuse my present state, I wasn't really expecting visitors." For some strange reason I really was getting embarrassed – me, blushing. 

"No, it is us who should be apologising, for imposing on you without warning, it really is up to David and I to improve this situation, David, lose the shorts," she said in a surprisingly stern voice. "Oh," I thought, "this could get interesting", and then I got the surprise of my life.

David, had indeed lost his shorts and was standing in not six feet from me in lacy pink boy leg panties, the front panel sheer and his hardening cock clearly visible. There was a swish and the bamboo reed that his lady friend was carrying suddenly lashed across the underside of his pantie-covered cock, he was instantly rockhard.

"David," another swish, another welt on the underside of his cock, he didn't even flinch. "I'm finding this dress restrictive and its embarrassing me being the only person dressed," she said in a less commanding tone this time. He lent forward and pulled the strings that held her sun dress up, she wriggled and it fell to her hips, exposing her perfect, pink tipped tits, each nipple pierced with a thin gold ring, a fine gold chain linked her nipple rings while another gold chain hung suspended from the middle of the linking chain. She wriggled her hips a few times and the dress fell in a pool about her feet, leaving her standing in a pair of panties matching David's except that they were of the palest blue, the gold chin lay against her hair-free mound and snaked into the delicate cleft between her legs.

"That's much better, don't you think, Oh, my name is Dianna, or Di, which ever and this as you've probably guessed is David, he's my husband and toy, do you think we should take our panties off too, I think so, David, mine first and then you can take yours off and keep your hands off your cock." She rambled, evidently a little embarrassed as well, she had suddenly taken the situation from almost normal to an environment that just reeked of sexual tension.

To try and diffuse the situation somewhat, I stood quite unconcerned about my nudity cock rings and discarded panties. Retrieving my water bottle from the backpack I passed it to her, "Devlin is my name and it really is nice to meet you both, it seems you both have about as many inhibitions, which are very few and kinks, of which I have many, as I do," I said as she took a long suck from the bottle before passing it on to David. " Did you wear your panties up the beach?" she asked.

I explained that I hadn't and just stripped off when I reached the optional area.

She sat opposite me on a large smooth piece of driftwood with David sitting on his haunches at her feet, he knees primly together, although her nipples were in the same state as David's dick. From excitement of from the soft breeze caressing our skins I did not know.

Dianne, seemed more relaxed now and even a little subdued, "I really am sorry to come barging in on you like that, and then carrying on like a demented Dom bitch. I saw you when we came up the beach and the sun was glinting from your rings, and I really wanted a closer look and David was getting excited too, I sort of assumed you were gay or at the very least Bi, and just maybe you might be interested in us as friends when you saw that we were a tad kinky, I guess I went a bit over the top,"

she finished softly.

" Not at all," I replied, "Although I must admit you gave me a few shocks to start with, but I do appreciate your honesty and candour." I stood again so they could both see my now almost fully erect, the rings glinting in the dappled sunlight. "Yes I am Bi, and quite kinky as I said and I really am pleased that you wandered into my little nest, I tend to a more dom than sub, but if you like I can be, can David show me his cock Di, he seems to have softened a little, maybe a switch across my arse will encourage me to make him hard for you again, and I would dearly love to know where your chain goes."

" My turn to speak I think, I'm not a total sub," said David unexpectedly, "Di is only dom when we don't have someone to be our master, but it would be nice to have another guy be sub with me for a while, she does like to be a bossy bitch at times, and I think she would love to have two cocks to boss around wouldn't you my darling," he finished.

"It would be fun, I guess," she replied, "and as to my chain...." She opened her legs slowly and brought her hands down whispering over her tight belly, I could see her erect clit poking through, it was clearly quite large, her fingers separated the smooth lips of her cunt, and I could see the chain connecting to a thicker gold ring piecing her clit, it was easily fifteen millimetres long but slimmish, a perfect replica of an erect penis. I'd seen pierced clits before, but there was another chain, she lent back, her thighs splayed wide so I could see the chain as it lay between her pussy lips and disappeared into her seductive little butt hole. " I have a metal egg in my arse," she explained, "it's weighted and moves as you walk, it's fucking hot," she finished.

"I can imagine." I said, making a mental note to visit my favourite adult store and get one or two very soon. "Now, about David's flagging confidence," I grinned.

"Oh, I think my pussy is desperately in need of a rough tongue to lick up all the juice I'm dribbling. David, lay down between my legs so you can suck Devlin's cock while he licks me," Di said, once again taking a dominant role. I wasn't too disappointed, her pussy really was dribbling a semi transparent cream that, when I tasted it was almost sweet, I licked away as much as I could as David sucked my cock into his mouth. "God, he was good, his tongue lashing the head of my cock, a steady sucking pressure as he fucked my cock with his mouth, I could feel the pressure building in my balls already, the bands restricting my cock and balls helping to prevent me cumming to quickly to his relentless mouth-rape of my cock. Di pushed against the back of my head and wriggled, I n\knew what she wanted, this little bitch like a little pain as well, I bit down on her erect clit, holding it between my teeth , I shook my head and pulled away from her till her hand stopped my head, but she was getting close, I could feel the shiver in her thighs as I shoved the tip of my tongue into the tiny opening of her pee-hole. She bucked against my face as David also attacked my piss-hole with the tip of his tongue before swallowing the head of my cock and beginning to milk the head of my cock with his throat, I began fucking his mouth as I shot bolt after bold of cum down his throat, I could feel my cum boiling out the corners of his mouth as Di sort of yelped and came hard against my mouth.

We stayed locked in this rather obscene tangle for a minute, until I rolled away,

"Devlin, suck his fucking cock now I want to see hot fucking cum spurting from his cock head." Di commanded. As he stood I knelt in front of him and took his cool hard cock between my lips, Di was embracing him , kissing him licking drops of my cum from his mouth and chest. I sucked him furiously, I was certainly not as talented as him – yet. I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and pulled them down twisting them painfully, he enjoyed that, I felt him buck and then pull back, I sat back on my heels, his cock inches from my open mouth as he began to stroke his cock faster and faster, Di watched, unconsciously licking her lips as he began to cum, spraying thick wads of cum into my mouth on my face and chest, I knelt forward again to suck the last dribbles from the head of his cock. Di knelt beside me licking away David's cum from my face and chest.

Di began to kiss me deeply, her tongue searching my mouth for the last traces of David's cum. 

"I think you two need a hose down," said David standing over us, his semi erect cock in his hand, he began to pee his stream hit first my cheek and then Di's open mouth she swallowed and then turned back to me kissing me again, open-mouth as David' hot salty piss splashed against our lips and into our mouths. Di pulled my hand between her legs and then I felt her stream splash forcefully against it, I twiddled her pussy lips and cunt with my fingers, playing in her stream as she emptied her bladder.

Knowing what was next she grabbed my cock and aimed the sudden stream between her pussy lips, our joined stream cascading over my hand and hers.

Again we rocked back, "I think its time for a swim," I said jumping to my feet, I pulled them both to their feet we tore up and over the dunes and across the beach, hand in hand, Di between David and I, naked and carefree as children our bodies glistening wet with pee and cum. We dove into the cooling waves, our initial lust temporarily sated. There would be more, of that I was certain.

We returned to our little oasis, sitting in the sun to dry, sipping water.

David explained that they had been married for twenty years and had twin children a boy and girl who were just 18. They had began experimenting with sex after Di found him jacking off to a porno while wearing a pair of her panties, rather than rant and rave she had just joined in, stripping off to her panties and frigging herself till David came all over her bare pussy. They had both realised that they also hated pubic hair and had had it permanently removed early in their relationship. This was the first time that Di had asserted herself, telling David that he was very naughty to mess up her panties like that, and demanded that he lick all his cum from her sticky fingers and cunt. He surprised her by doing exactly that, and when he finished cleaning her he admitted that when ever he jacked-off he always ate his cum and had always wanted to lick her clean after they had fucked but was scared he'd alienate her. He then admitted that he though t he might be Bi because he'd started dreaming and fantasising about sucking cock and swallowing cum.

"I burst out laughing, poor boy was shocked until I explained that I was really happy he was bi, because I was too, although I hadn't tasted pussy since we had got engaged." added Di. "And still haven't," She complained, I think we need to fix that."

David continued," We then started getting more and more erotic and hard core movies, even getting some from Overseas, also we started chatting and camming with other couples on the net, cybering and stuff, but we like where we are now, Bi, a little pain and things, we really don't see or feel the need to get into the really yucky stuff, we feel that if we like it and nobody gets hurt then we do it." He finished..

"Hear, hear," I agreed.

Di was sitting between us, idly toying with her nipples and occasionally dipping a couple of fingers between her legs and then lifting them to her mouth as she cleaned them of her nectar. "What's the chance of me getting my cunt and arse stuffed full of cock about now" she asked rather kittenishly.

I looked at my semi erect cock and the thought of forcing it up her cute butt hole or dribbling cunt soon had me hard again. I looked at David, taking my first real look at his hardening cock, he was uncut, his cock head beginning to poke through his foreskin, he looked to be about 7 or maybe even 8 inches long, longer than mine at any rate, although not as thick, but impressive all the same, and like mine his hardened meat was a very pleasant sight with his hairless balls hanging heavily between her legs.

"Well mate," he asked, "Cunt or arse?

I took his cock in my hand and jacked him slowly,"Cunt I think this looks like a proper butt fucker to me" I said.

"Fine with me, I love feeling Di slide her arse down on my cock, hey babe? He replied lying down in the cool sand.

" Oh yes," she breathed heavily as she straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock, she stopped as his cockhead nudged her arsehole, she wriggled slightly to seat the head of his cock into herself and then, gritting her teeth, she shoved down hard as David pushed up to meet her, she screamed, " OH, MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!" as her arse slapped against the top of his thighs, his cock driven home to the hilt. Neither of them moved for a full two minutes and then she smiled up at me, "That is the only way to get your arse full, hard and straight, hurts like all fuck for a minute or two, but then its just heaven feeling his cock inside me, and now, your turn big boy," she said, stick that gorgeous piece of cock meat up my cunt." Lifting her right she slapped hard it across her open cunt, I watched as she winced at that further sharp pain. I knelt and shuffled forward between her legs and pushed into her, no finesse needed she was so wet, I slid into her, I could feel David's cock throbbing through the slender membranes that separated her two passages. She supported herself on her arms as first David slowly began to fuck her her, and then, picking up his rythym I began sliding in and out of her cunt, feeling her muscle hold me then relax as other muscles tightened on David's cock, milking us both in turn as we filled her.

"Don't forget my tits Devlin," she whispered as I pushed into her. I grabbed one in each hand squeezing them tightly, "Oh yes, that's it, you know how to make a girls tits feel good darling boy," she breathed into my ear. I caught her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, carefully avoiding her rings, and then quite suddenly I pinched them tightly and at the same time twisted them, she screamed into my shoulder and then bit into me as I twisted her nipples back and forth, "That feels so good, any more tricks for my poor tortured titties Devlin," she smiled up at me, I kissed her roughly and said "Oh yes." I bent my head and caught her left nipple between my teeth and bit down, that sent her over the edge, she bucked against us fighting as fucking herself onto as we increased our own tempo, our own climaxes drawing inexorably closer as she milked us with her abdominal muscles.

I felt David's cum rush into her anal cavity the force of his spend bulging her membranes against my cock as I too sent a torrent of cum flooding into her. Dianne's climac was silent yet forceful, her muscles spasmed and she bucked,shook and shivered her climax wracking her whole body. I with drew from her, and not really expecting her to accept it, I offered my wilting slimy cock to he open mouth, she accepted my greedily, sucking me clean with long sweeping strokes of her tongue.

I sat back and watched as she struggled to her knees and David slid on his back between her legs as she straddled his face, holding open the lips of her pussy I watched fascinated as my cum dribbled into open mouth. He cleaned her thoroughly, pussy and cum-dribbling arse hole until there was nothing left for his probing tongue.




Beach Buff



This time we walked up and over the dune hand in hand and simply walked into the surf. We were quite literally stuffed. Without a word we splashed the cooling water over our feverish bodies and then returned to the dune, where we packed up our belongings, and then sauntered naked back down the beach, stopping only to put some clothes on when we reached the "Clothed" beach. At the car park I kissed Dianne passionately and shook hands with David.

"Soon," said Dianne handing me an embossed card with their names, address and phone Number. "Very Soon," as she slipped into the passenger seat of the black Porsche.



Beach Bullies



Ashley didn't get to the beach often, but when he did he liked to spend some time getting a decent tan. By chance he'd come across this small ledge that allowed him to stretch out and enjoy the sun without any chance of offending any prudes that came by. The ledge was part of what used to be a trail up the side of a cliff, but a slip and dropped a switchback into the sea below, meaning that the path from below came to a dead halt, while the path that led down to his ledge was now overgrown from lack of use. So Ashley had come to the beach today to work on his tan and go swimming later.

The beach immediately below Ash was almost deserted. Not an unusual occurrence as there were better beaches with better facilities closer to town and it was only those seeking a little privacy who continued on to this one. Now Ashley was watching an interesting little scenario developing on the beach below, irritated because he strongly suspected that he was going to have to interrupt his sunbathing and go down and lend a hand. 

Janet had accepted Brian's invitation to the beach outing. He was her steady boyfriend and she suspected that now she was eighteen he would want to take their relationship to another level. Suspected, hell. She damn well knew he wanted to move it along. He'd dropped enough hints about the matter. The problem was that she wasn't quite sure she wanted to go that far yet, at least with him. Yes, she was interested in sex and looking forward to starting a proper relationship sometime, but she wasn't certain that Brian was the right person. She knew that he'd be making a heavy pass sometime that day and was prepared to go along and see what happened. She could always say no.

Things had started to go wrong for Janet when Brian didn't stop at one of the regular beaches but continued on to a more isolated area. With no-one around it might be hard to get Brian to stop if he started pushing too hard. She hadn't said anything but resolved to keep her wits about her. As they headed down to the beach area, Janet was relieved to hear another car pull up above. A bit of company would ease the tension. It wasn't until the new arrivals joined then on the beach, smirking, that Janet realised just how much trouble she was in. The new arrivals were Rob and Teddy, friends of Brian but not really friends of hers. To be precise, she couldn't stand them. 

"What's going on Brian?" she asked, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice.

"Oh, nothing much," laughed Brian. "I just happened to tell them I was going to get laid today, and they asked if they could come along and watch. Maybe have a turn afterwards. You don't mind do you?"

"Are you out of your mind?" Janet replied in a suppressed scream. "I haven't agreed to have sex with you and I'm definitely not having sex with them."

"Beg to differ," said Rob, "but just how do you propose to stop us?"

Standing there in just a bikini, Janet knew she stood little chance of fighting them off. She braced herself, meaning to run back up to the car-park, hoping to get to the road and possibly some help when Brian suddenly moved, grabbing her arm. Janet screamed, but couldn't stop the other two boys from swiftly pulling down her bikini pants and undoing her top. Then Brian released her to stand naked in front of them, the boys enjoying their mastery over her. She looked around desperately, seeing that they were between her and the path to the car-park, hoping for something or someone to help her. 

Ash realised that the girl was in trouble and was resigned to having to go down and assist. He saw the boys below starting to strip off their clothes, and as though this was a signal the girl turned and ran, straight towards the old trail that finished just below his ledge. He waited to see what would happen.

Janet fled up the old trail she'd spotted, praying it led somewhere safe. She heard the boys cursing and telling her to stop. She also heard Brian yelling that the trail was a dead end and she was just being stupid. 

The three young men started up the trail, hunters after their prey. "No need to hurry," observed Brian. "The trail ends in a sheer drop. She'll be resigned when we get there and probably won't even fight."

Janet continued up the trail, crying as she ran, only to come to a sudden halt with a sickening plunge in her stomach as she realised that she'd run out of path. Then she heard the voice and looked up, startled, to see someone looking down at her.

"If you put one foot on that rock there," said Ash, pointing, "and step up onto that little ledge there you should be able to reach high enough for me to grab your wrist."

Janet looked at the stepping stones pointed out. They would give her about four feet of height and she doubted that he'd be able to reach her, but what had she to lose. Her virginity was what, she decided, and scrambled quickly from rock to ledge and reached as high as she could.

Ash watched the girl scramble towards him, then leaned out and down as far as he dared and managed to snare her wrist. He quickly pulled her up, his second hand reaching and hooking between her legs to hoist her up and onto the ledge. Moving quickly, he rolled her flat against the back of the ledge, telling her to be quiet as he lay next to her.

Janet gave a short scream as she felt herself being hoisted up into the air, the scream becoming louder and shriller as she felt his hand slide between her legs to give her that extra hoist onto the ledge. Scarlet faced she turned to face him, only to find him shushing her and indicating that she needed to lie at the back of the ledge against the cliff face. As he joined her there, Janet realised that the ledge sloped down, effectively hiding them if someone tried to look onto the ledge. She lay quietly, waiting.

Brian and his friends came swaggering up the old trail, laughing when they heard the scream from above. "She's found the dead-end," guessed Brian. "Now all she can do is wait."

"Oh, I think we can find other things for her to do," sniggered Teddy. "We just have to use a little imagination."

The hunters came around the final bend and stopped, staring at the empty trail. "Where the hell is she?" asked Rob.

The boys moved cautiously to the edge of the trail. She couldn't climb down and a quick glance up showed the nearest ledge was ten to twelve feet above them so she couldn't go up. 

"You reckon she could make it to that ledge?" asked Brian hopefully.

"I couldn't make it to that ledge," said Teddy. "She wouldn't have had a hope."

"Then where the hell is she?" demanded Rob.

Brian was standing at the end of the trail looking down at the sea. "You know those red thongs she was wearing," he said.

"The only things she was wearing," sniggered Teddy.

"There's one floating down there," said Brian dismally. "That scream we heard must have been her running of the path without realising."

There was a moment of stunned silence. "What the fuck are we going to do?" asked Brian.

"Not we, you," said Teddy. "Rob and I aren't even here. She's your date. You'll have to tell the cops that she went swimming and went under all of a sudden and you couldn't find her."

"You're just going to run out on me and leave me to explain it to the cops and her parents?" cried Brian, angrily.

"Too right," said Rob. "The whole thing was your idea. You sort it out. Let's go Ted."

Listening to the conversation, Janet was hard pressed to stop from laughing. It served them bloody well right. If it wasn't for their behaviour she wouldn't be in this situation. Thinking about her situation suddenly brought to mind just what her situation really was. She was lying naked on the ground facing a naked man and, it was finally registering on her, an aroused naked man. She was quite sure that wasn't a baseball bat that was lying between them pressing against her stomach. She twisted slightly, trying to ease away from that contact, only succeeding in rubbing herself against it.

Ash heard the conversation below and smiled in satisfaction as he heard the young men start to beat a hasty retreat. He also felt Janet starting to twist against him, and the accompanying sensations that drifted up from his erection. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned. "It might be dangerous." He felt the girl freeze in place, then tilted his head back to have a look at his catch.

Janet heard the murmured warning and went still, but she could feel a little flutter of excitement in her stomach. She was naked and a naked man had just recued her and was currently pressing interesting equipment against her. If he just moved slightly his cock would be pressing against her pussy and she wouldn't be able to stop him taking her. The thought made that little flutter start to burn, and she could feel her legs turning weak. 

The man moved back a little to get a look at her, and as he did so her flattened breasts filled out so that when he stopped her nipples were brushing against his chest hair. Janet could feel that her nipples were swelling slightly, interested in the brushing motion of his rough hair caressing them. 

"Hullo, Janet," said Ash. "Fancy meeting you here."

Suddenly Janet's eyes focused on him. "Ashley?" she exclaimed. "How did you come to be here?"

"Just lucky, I guess. I take it that the three dickheads were your boyfriend Brian and his two ratsy mates? Told you when you first started dating him that you were making a mistake, and may I suggest again that you stop wriggling against me. I'm sure you don't want to face the consequences of that right now."

"Yes, that was my ex boyfriend Brian, with Rob and Teddy. And I'm not wriggling against you," she lied, knowing full well she was and enjoying the feeling. "And you wouldn't be feeling anything if you weren't pressing this thing against me," she added, reaching down to take hold of his erection and move it away from her.

"Possibly," Ash conceded, "and while I'd like to continue playing around and seeing what develops I regretfully feel that we need to get some clothes on before Brian brings out a search and rescue team and tells your parents that you're lost at sea."

"You've got tickets on yourself," snapped Janet. "Nothing would develop. What am I going to do about clothes, anyway?"

"Well, if you care to release me, I can get up and get my clothes. I'll wear my shorts and you can wear my T-shirt. It should cover you pretty well. Then we can head to the car-park and see if your clothes are there."

"Release him?" Janet wondered, then turned an interesting shade of red as she realised that she hadn't let go his cock when she moved it aside. Hastily snatching her hand away she asked what would they do if Brian or his mates were still there.

As he rose, Ash gave her a smile that sent a cold chill through her. "If Brian is still there I'll probably break his arms," he said. "It will save me having to find him and do it later. His two pet monkeys I'll go easier on, but I suspect they'll bolt when they see me."

"He wouldn't," she thought as she slipped on the T-shirt he handed her. "He's only saying that." Janet looked at Ash again and suddenly seemed to see how big he really was. And he'd lifted her up the side of the cliff so easily. "I wouldn't want you to get into trouble," she said uneasily.

"Don't worry about it," said Ash. "If you want something to worry about, start thinking about what you can do to stop me when I look you up and finish what we nearly started here."

"What did he mean by that? Surely he didn't intend to try and have sex with her sometime?" As Ash led her back to the road and the car-park she considered what he'd said and how she would react if he did come around. The trouble was, she found to her disgust, that she had no idea of what she'd do if he came around and wanted to have sex with her.

Arriving at the car-park they found it empty. Janet ran down to the beach to see if her bikini was there but that was also gone. Furious anew, she stormed back to the car-park, glaring at Ash and daring him to say a single word out of place.

"My car is just up the road a bit," he said quietly. "Near where the old trail meets the road." 

Getting in his car they headed back towards town. Very shortly after that Ash saw a police car heading in their direction and quickly flagged it down. As he had suspected it was on the way to the beach to start a ground search while waiting for the water police to arrive. He and Janet explained the situation, Janet definite that she didn't want to press charges. "Although," mused Ash, "I wouldn't complain if someone grilled that oaf very hard about what happened at the beach, dropping words like rape and murder, and forgetting to tell him that Janet is alive and well."

The officer frowned and said that they didn't do things like that, but they probably would question Brian further. They'd already called off the search and sent a message through to let her parents know that she had been found safe.

Ash drove Janet home and when dropping her off, told her to be ready at 2:00 the next day. He would stop by and take her out. 

"Not to the beach, I trust," Janet said with a smile.

"Certainly not. No, I intend to take you around to see my unit and after you've seen it I intend to remove your clothes and do interesting things to your body." Ash left with a wave, leaving an internally panicking Janet behind.

Sunday afternoon, and Ash called past to pick Janet up. Sitting in the car she observed, "My mother thought I might be going to the hospital to see Brian."

"Now why would she think that? Did Brian have an accident?"

"It seems he was caught up in a brawl last night. Mum heard about it in church this morning. Several people got hurt and Brian has a broken arm."

"How unfortunate. It's sad that we live in such a violent world. Still, if these things have to happen I'm quite content to have then happen to Brian and his friends."

"I suppose you're going to say you know nothing about his accident," Janet flatly stated.

"Oh, there was nothing accidental about what happened, I assure you," said Ash. 

Janet glared at him. "You had no right to touch him. I'm quite capable of dealing with him."

"But now you won't have to, will you?" said Ash. "I also left a message with his two monkeys and they won't be around to bother you either."

"What happened to them?" Janet asked curiously. 

"My understanding is that they had a fight and gave each other black eyes. Teddy may have a broken nose to go with his black eyes, but that's his own fault for having such a big nose." 

"They gave each other black eyes," she asked suspiciously.

"Would I lie to you?"

"Probably. Where are we going, anyway?" 

Ash laughed. "I told you yesterday. First to look over my flat and then..." 

Janet blushed but was determined to set the record straight. "I have not agreed to let you do interesting things to my body, as you so quaintly phrased it," she said.

"I know, but I'll let that pass. I'm sure we'll work something out once you're naked," Ash murmured, leaving Janet fuming but strangely excited.

Pulling up at his unit, Ash escorted Janet inside and told her to have a look around while he made some coffee. Janet browsed through the unit and then joined Ash at the kitchen table for the coffee. "I noticed you had some badges in there for Aikido," she said. "What is that?"

"It's a form of martial arts," explained Ash. "I do it for a hobby and compete in some tournaments. I'm not bad at it, actually."

Janet thought of Brian and his broken arm and his friends with their black eyes, and the type of brawl they had had suddenly became a lot clearer. "I somehow or other had the impression that people were only allowed to use martial arts in self defence. Not to beat up other people," she added pointedly.

"That's true," explained Ash, "But if say, just as an example, three hoons tried to beat up someone who knew martial arts, that someone would be fully entitled to defend himself."

"I see," said Janet, seeing very clearly indeed. "Has anyone told you that you're a bit of a bastard at times?"

Ash looked rueful. "This implication has been expressed at times. It's a cruel world."

Janet looked down, trying not to laugh, while Ash continued. "I have a small problem that I need your help with."

When Janet gave him an inquiring look, he explained. 

"If I just take your clothes off you may get me confused with those idiots from yesterday, so I find myself unable to just strip you the way I want to. However, as I can't really do interesting things to your body while you're fully dressed, your clothes still need to be removed. If I'm unable to undress you then logically I need you to take your clothes off for me." Ash smiled, waiting expectantly.

Janet stared at him, shocked. "Just take my clothes off in front of him because he wants me to? Is he mad?" But behind the shock Janet could feel that little glimmer of excitement re-emerging, warm and trembling.

"Do you really think I'm going to get undressed because you want me to?" she demanded.

"Yes," came the bland answer. "Can you start with your blouse? You have lovely breasts and I want to see a little more of them."

"You're mad," breathed Janet, "I'm not doing a strip tease for you or anyone." She raised her hand to her breast defensively, and she did not undo that button. It slipped out when she clutched her blouse. As did the next one. Janet couldn't believe she was doing this as her buttons slipped out one by one, revealing a pretty lacy bra and a very generous expanse of breast and cleavage. Heat was rising through her, warming her, and her clothes were starting to feel oppressive, constricting her.

Ashley watched with interest as Janet undid her blouse and slipped it off. Her face was flushed and she was breathing harder, while her nipples were noticeably puckering and pressing against the lace covering them. "And the bra," he breathed quietly as she paused after putting the blouse to one side, smiling warmly as she reached behind her to unhook it.

"Fair's fair," Ash told her, and took of his t-shirt, leaving them both stripped to the waist. Not wanting to push too far or too fast, Ash didn't push to have Janet finish undressing. That would come but there was no need to hurry. Right now he wanted to kiss her, and followed the thought with the deed.

Janet stood in front of Ash, breasts proudly jutting forward, wondering what he was thinking, what he was going to do. When he reached out and pulled her towards him she moved forward, letting him pull her against his chest, again feeling that rough hair rubbing against her breasts, her nipples. She lifted her head and his mouth came down upon hers, savouring, tasting, crushing and conquering, while his hands reached for and covered her breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples. And all the while that flame of excitement continued to grow, warming her all the way through and igniting a fire deep within her.

Continuing to kiss him, she felt as though she was floating, finally coming down to earth to find herself standing in his bedroom, not entirely sure of how the transition came about. She stared at Ash with eyes wide, knowing what he was about to tell her to do, and knowing that she was going to obey him. She sighed slightly, admitting to herself that he didn't need to ask. She leant her head against his chest while her hands dipped down to undo the button and zip on her skirt, letting it drop, and kicking it to one side.

Suddenly Janet laughed at Ash. "As you say, fair's fair," she mimicked, and swiftly undid his trousers, letting them fall for him to kick aside.

Ash smiled at her. "Don't stop there," he murmured.

Janet looked at him, her eyes sparkling as she reached to pull down her panties, only to stop as she hear Ash say, "No. I'll take them off later." She looked at him confused for a second, then realised what he wanted when he plucked the edge of his boxers, quietly daring her to do something about them.




Beach Bullies



Breathing harder now, Janet reached down and started drawing Ash's boxers down, seeing them catch on his erection. Flushing slightly, she eased them over the obstruction, her eyes fastened on his groin and the emerging erection as she slowly pulled the boxers down. 

"Seeing you're already kneeling there, does it give you any ideas?" asked Ash.

"What?" she wondered, looking at the erection gently waving in front of her fascinated eyes. She glanced up at Ash and then back to his erection, suddenly catching on to what he was hinting at. She took a hold of his cock, tilting it towards her and then slid her mouth over it, sucking lightly. Concentrating, she moved her mouth up and down the shaft, stopping occasionally to lightly rasp her teeth over the head. She could hear Ash breathing more heavily now, and gloated silently at the power she had over him at this moment.

Ash let Janet play with his cock for a while, enjoying the sensation but not ready to let things go too far just yet. When he finally came, he intended to have his cock very firmly imbedded in a hot, moist pussy. Reaching down, he pulled Janet up and away from him, smiling at her look of disappointment before pushing her firmly towards the bed, pressing her down onto it and kneeling alongside of her. 

"My turn to play for a while" he informed her, one hand reaching for her breasts while the other slipped under her panties to stake a claim to her pussy. 

Janet gasped and squirmed as Ash's hands started touching and teasing. Her nipples were standing proud, flaunting themselves, while she could feel her pussy swelling, heat and moisture gathering inside her. She watched as Ash lowered his head onto her breast, gently biting and sucking. Little shocks were now running through her, agitating her, helping to build the excitement within. She felt Ash tugging on her panties and looked down in time to see them being drawn off, leaving her naked before him. 

Apart from the disaster of the day before, this was the first time she'd been naked in front of a man, and knowing that he was also naked and wanting her both thrilled and terrified her.

"Ash," she said, desperately. "I haven't agreed to have sex with you. I'm not sure that I want to go that far yet."

Ash's hands slowed but didn't cease their torment. "It's all right," he said. "I'm sure. You've been flirting with the notion of losing your virginity for several months now, culminating with yesterday's little effort. It's time for you to find out just what you've been flirting with. What sort of friend would I be if I just let you run around getting into the wrong sort of situation?"

Janet almost choked on that rationale. "You're trying to tell me you want to have sex with me to protect me from myself?" she spluttered.

"Don't be silly," came the calm reply. "I am going to have sex with you because I want you very badly. I was prepared to wait until you were absolutely certain, but you've sort of pushed my hand. To be blunt about it, if you're going to be fucked in the near future, and you are, then I'm the one who's going to be doing the fucking."

"Don't I have any say in the matter?" demanded Janet indignantly.

"Of course you do," Ash reassured her. "If you can look at me and say no, not today, I'll draw the line at bringing you to a climax and leave taking your virginity to another day. But you'd better choose now, as my erection is developing a mind of its own. Like me, it wants you right now."

Janet stared at him, unable to say what she wanted. Especially with those damned fingers fluttering around her breasts and her pussy. 

"I'll make it easy for you," Ash told her. "Do you want me to stop? A simple yes or no will do."

Janet closed her eyes and sighed. "No. Don't stop please."

Ash leant over and his mouth closed over hers, drinking of her essence, while he continued to stroke her. His fingers were now slipping between her lips, probing around her vagina, softly stroking her hymen, and then drifting back up to where her clitoris lay quivering expectantly. A couple of finger roughly flicked her clitoris, almost making her scream with the sudden flood of sensation. Then his hand was again running up and down her slit, squeezing the soft flesh surrounding it, sending continuous vibrations down to continue agitating her aroused clitoris.

Janet was on fire now, writhing against the intrusions, wanting them gone to make room for something more, though not sure what the more was. She felt as though she was on the edge of something and wanted to find out what. 

Seeing her movements, the upthrust of her pelvis seeking fulfilment, Ash lifted his hand slightly and then brought it down in a stinging slap along the full length of Janet's pussy. The suddenness of the strike did what he had expected, pushing her suddenly over the edge into a climax. Janet shrieked in shock as the sensations raced through her, feeling herself convulsing with ecstasy but knowing that something was still lacking.

Even as Janet was coming down from her climax Ash was moving over her, parting her lips and pushing his cock firmly into her. Janet barely noticed her hymen giving way to this sudden invasion, still feeling the aftershock of her climax. By the time she fully understood what was happening to her Ash's erection was firmly in place, filling her vagina, stretching it, filling her.

Janet stared down at the sport where they were joined, fascinated to see how Ash had disappeared into her, feeling that lovely sensation as his cock moved within her. Now she knew what had been missing, and she determined to make up for lost time. As she watched she saw that long spear slowly withdraw from her, despite her trying to cling to it, and then plunge back down to re-skewer her. She felt herself lift to meet that vigorous thrust, only to lose the prize again as Ash pulled back. 

Moving firmly Ash plunged repeatedly into Janet, slapping hard against her pussy before withdrawing to drive home again. He could feel her climax building again, even faster than the first, and he drove home faster, urging her to rise to the heights. 

Janet could feel her climax coming again, and it felt better this time. This time she had that cock inside her, beating out the tempo required, filling her so that she had something to hold onto when the climax began. Riding Ash's erection, she eagerly raced to meet the climax, feeling that thunderous wave flood through her while she clamped tightly around Ash, endeavouring to draw forth his seed.

Ash felt Janet convulsing, her internal muscles seizing his cock and he climaxed, shooting forth his seed in time to the convulsions that wracked Janet.

Lying there after their mutual climaxes, still within Janet, Ash resumed kissing her lightly, murmuring words that said nothing and everything. Eventually moving slightly apart, Janet snuggled against him, his arms around her, a nagging little thought occurred to Ash.

"Janet," he queried reluctantly, "are you on the pill?"

"Why do you ask?" returned Janet. "Oh, god. You didn't use a condom, did you?"

"Never gave it a thought, which was very careless of me," admitted Ash. "The pill?" he gently reminded her.

"Like you said earlier, I've been toying with the idea of losing my virginity for a while. It seemed the smart thing to do to go on the pill when the thought of having sex first crossed my mind." 

"Well now that you've lost your virginity are you still interested in having sex?" Ash teased.

"I think I might be. Maybe you'd better do it again to refresh my memory."



Beach Bum



Sandy always looks so innocent when she's asleep. She'd snuggle down under the sheet, naked, but for her collar, a sweet smile on her lips. I almost hated to disturb her, but the sun would be up shortly.

I flipped on the light and pulled the sheet away, revealing her in all her delightfully naked glory.

"Oh god, what time is it?" she mumbled, yawning and rubbing her sleep filled eyes.

"Get up, hands behind your back. Now!" I snapped not wishing to discuss my plans with her.

Sandy's well trained and hurried to obey, never one to upset her Master. She stood with her feet apart and hands crossed behind the small of her back.

I do so love the way she strives to please, but I also like to keep her on her toes. Still, who would begrudge me a little kiss followed by a lick and a nibble on those delightfully displayed nipples? After I was done nibbling, we got on with the business of properly dressing my sweet sub.

I turned her about so she faced away and pressed her hands together, palms outward. I prefer to use nylon rope, three-strands with five-sixteenths inch thickness, works well for intricate knotting. Three loops around the wrists, then I cinched them and knotted the rope in place. The next loops, half way up the forearm, were cinched and knotted. I quickly worked my way up her arms pulling her elbows tightly together then working higher still.

When I was satisfied her shoulders were forced back and her breasts prominently thrust forward, I tied the rope off in a knot that I could easily release but of course she could not reach. I lifted her bound arms off her back and Sandy moaned as she was forced to bend forward. I released my grip and she straightened, her bound hands coming to rest atop the graceful curve of her ass.

"It's four thirty, the sun will be up soon. We're going to the beach to watch the sun rise," I cheerfully told my love.

She probably wanted to complain about this harebrained idea,. She definitely would have preferred sleeping in, but what can a poor girl do when her Master calls? Even if it is before the crack of dawn.

I rummaged through our dresser drawers and found a skirt. It was a dark, gauzy, cotton skirt; a bit longer than I approve of, but it had an elastic waist so it fit my needs of the moment. My sub couldn't dress herself with her arms bound behind her, so I held the skirt open in front of her and she daintily stepped into it. I pulled it up over her hips then gave her a playful swat on the tush through the thin fabric. I just love to hear that sexy little yelp of hers.

At the doorway we stopped to clip the ten-foot walking leash to her collar. I slipped my left hand through the leash's handle, a mere formality, but one I do enjoy.  We stepped out into the predawn darkness; it was a bit cool and a breeze was coming in off the ocean. Even from this distance, you could hear the surf pounding. Our condo was right on the boardwalk a hundred yards from the ocean and at this hour we were assured a little privacy. Sandy was shivering so I wrapped my right arm around her naked shoulder pulling her closer, more for comfort than warmth. From a distance in the darkness we were the most common of sights. Two lovers headed for the beach, only a closer inspection would reveal that my beauty was topless, bound and wore a collar and leash.

"Master, I need to go." She whispered in my ear, though there was no one around to hear her.

I sighed; we were only fifty yards from the end of the boardwalk, sand and saw grass were on either side of the path. With a nod, I led her off onto the sand. She squatted down as the wind tugged at her skirt. 

I hoped she wouldn't wet it.

"Come on little one, we don't want to be late."

We'd become a different common sight; a man out walking his leashed pet, waiting impatiently for her to finish her business. I looked about but there was no one nearby; out along the beach I could see lights from a few scattered night fishermen still casting into the surf. She finished, rose, and was transformed, once more becoming a lover at my side on a stroll to the beach.

We reached the end of the boardwalk where a wooden stairway descended down onto the beach itself. The tide was coming in and the surf roared as it crashed into the sand. The sky to the east was lightening, though the sun was still a few minutes away. Sandy stepped toward the stairway but the leash pulled her up short.

"Halt!" I ordered, relishing the authority. "Down girl."

I had her become my bitch pup again. 

Sandy squatted down on her haunches at the top of the stairway. A gust of wind blew her skirt out behind her, revealing her lovely pear shaped bottom and I immediately knew what I wanted. I wrapped her leash around the wooden railing and squatted down beside her. As she turned her head toward me, her trussed arms were forced off to the right. Her expression was filled with curiosity and need. She wanted to know what I required of her. She awaited my orders.

At times like this I know why I'm in love.

My left hand gripped her shoulder, pressing it downward while my right hand dipped between her legs, pushing her bottom upward while I stroked her hairless mons. She whined pitifully and rocked forward onto her knees as her forehead came to rest on the boardwalk. She was shaking as she bent to my whim, her delicious little ass wavering in the air as she kowtowed before the roaring ocean.

I drew the skirt up over her back, exposing her. She turned her head toward me, her lips forming a kiss. My hand slid higher between her legs exploring her moist folds. She was wet, but not nearly enough for what I had in mind.

I expressed my disappointment with a sharp slap across her left buttock. She squealed in shock, her body jerking with a start. I applied a second swat to her right cheek just because symmetry is important. This time when my hand delved into her inner folds, she wept moisture with abandon. 

She whimpered softly as I moistened my fingers within her. She gave another startled cry as my hand withdrew and rose higher, a finger gently circling the puckered ring of flesh that was my true destination. She sobbed, no doubt preferring I use her in any other way but that. My finger pressed forward, insistent. Slowly she opened to the invading digit, which sank deeper and then unhurriedly withdrew. A second moistened finger joined the first, gently stretching, probing and plunging forward with restrained enthusiasm. By now Sandy had begun to warm to the idea, moaning as her hips rotated in counterpoint to my invading fingers. She was almost ready and the sun was nearly upon us.

I reluctantly pulled my fingers out but her greedy little bottom wanted more, swaying and pushing back as it tried to follow the retreating digits. I rose over my prostrate lover and used her cinched arms to raise her up onto her knees, then I stood before her loosening the drawstring of my shorts and tugging them down. Her eyes widened as I sprang free, bobbing before her. She needed no instructions now, eagerly engulfing me with her lips. I slid deeper toward the back of her throat, my hands on her shoulders steadying her.

"You'll want to moisten that real well, woman." I growl impatiently and of course her only answer was a sputtering noise as she gulped.

I thrust in and out a few times, stretching her lips while she drooled and slathered me as best she could. The sky was brightening and the sun was almost ready. I reluctantly pulled away from Sandy's loving mouth and took my position behind her.

My knees nudged her legs further apart as I slid forward, pulling her hips toward me and sinking into her sopping pussy. She sighed contentedly. Perhaps she thought I'd changed my mind, but then I spat into my hand and rubbed the saliva between her cheeks. Eagerly smearing this final bit of lubricant while my fingers worked anew to loosen and relax her tighter entrance. 

I rocked back slowly, sliding out of her dripping pussy while at the same time cupping her breasts and pulling her up until her back pressed against my chest, her bound arms forced off to the side. My knees slid forward beneath her, forcing her legs further apart, lifting her up off her own knees until she was forced up onto her feet and was squatting over my lap.

"Such a cute little ass," I gloated, my impatient cock sliding along the crevice of her butt.

I released her breasts, but only so I could support her bottom and raise her hips a little bit higher.

It was nearly time.

My thumbs pulled her cheeks open; I throbbed in anticipation, positioning myself against her puckered opening.

A bright line of orange crested the eastern horizon as I release her hips.

With a sharp squeal she slowly slid down my full length.

It was such an exquisite feeling as I slipped through that tight portal on my way toward ecstasy. I wanted to hold her there forever, buried in her snug embrace, but after just a few taut seconds I could not be restrained. I thrust with abandon while she bounced up and down on my lap with equal enthusiasm. My hands returned to her breasts, squeezing her nipples between thumbs and forefingers.

She cried out in excruciating delight and bounced harder and faster. Soon she was sobbing wildly and calling my name. All thought had abandoned both of us as we rejoiced in pure feeling. She begged and pleaded, but what she was begging for I'm not sure that even she could say. My right hand abandoned her breast to slide down across her belly coming to rest just above her throbbing nub.

The last bit of that fiery orange ball lifted above the horizon.

I whispered in her ear, "Cum for me Sandy," as my fingers strummed across her throbbing clit.

She screeched and jerked about on my lap as I spurted deep inside her. It seemed to go on forever.

I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tight, as we both tried to regain our breath. 

I barely recovered in time to see that three curious surf casters had picked up their gear and were headed toward our stairway. I pulled up my shorts then pulled Sandy's skirt up over her breasts. It was long enough to still cover her as long as she kept her knees together. We sat together at the top of the stairway with my arm around her shoulder to obscure the fact that her arms were bound behind her. The three fisherman's eyes were riveted on my love as they climbed the stairs. That was natural, as she is a delightful sight even when clothed. She blushed prettily under their leering eyes. After they were past us, all three began to chatter excitedly, though the wind off the ocean took their words away. Still there was no mistaking the sound of three men chuckling, and no doubt at Sandy's expense. 

It wasn't until we rose to leave that I realized she was still tethered to the railing. They had been staring at her leash and collar, no wonder they were laughing as the left. I unhitched the leash and held her to me. 

"Do you think they were jealous Master?" Sandy asked coyly.

Of course they were and with good reason, but she already knew that.



Beach Bum



It was a beautiful warm sunny day in late august, perfect for a trip to the beach. So I grabbed a towel and a six pack, hopped into the jeep and headed to my favorite spot.

I love the surf and dunes, but like to get away from the crowds. I park at the very end of the lot and follow the sand path toward the lighthouse. A few minutes down the path there is a perfect spot secluded by dunes on either side, but still close to the water.

As I turn the corner, I almost step right on a beautiful woman laying on her back in the sun. "Oh sorry" I say. My initial disappointment that my spot is taken is rapidly replaced with interest in this beautiful woman.

She is wearing a two piece bathing suit, with blue bottoms tightly clinging to her long slender body, and a bright rainbow top covering her ample breasts. Her legs slightly parted, I notice how the fabric of her suit stretches tight revealing the fullness of her pussy lips. I feel my cock stiffen.

My eyes linger before I realize that I am staring, and I quickly look up to her face. But that provides little to reduce my firmness as as her face is beautiful: her large eyes full of playful intelligence, and her full lips form into a knowing smile. Unsure weather my excitement is apparent, I blush and stammer a hello.

Shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand she asks "would you care to join me?" 

I would so love to do much more than that! "Yes, thank you" I stammer and lay my towel next to hers and sit before she can notice my bulging swim trunks.

Sitting up on our towels, We chit chat for the next 20 minutes learning all about each other. I offer her a beer and she gratefully accepts. We clink bottles in a mock toast to the sun god. I just love watching her lift her bottle to her lips and drink.

"I'm glad you came along...", she says pausing, "I've been wanting to... sun my... back and need someone.. to apply sunscreen" she gives me a naughty grin. 

My mind races. I quickly blurt "I'd be more than happy" as she hands me the sunscreen and turns onto her tummy and smiles.

I squeeze the tube over her back and watch the creme emerge and drop onto her back. I reach down to rub it in and touch her back. Her skin is soft and warm. I can feel my body respond again as I slowly rub the lotion along her back, shoulders and spine, almost as if I were giving her a back rub. She hums softly enjoying the sensation.

She turns her head to me, cheek on the towel, "would you undo my top? I just hate tan lines" and she gives me that wicked smile of hers. I unclasp her top and move the straps to either side. As I apply more sunscreen across where her top was, I admire the shape of her breast. Apart from the nipple, I can see the whole underside of it.

"Be sure too get my waist and thighs, I just hate when I get a burn... down there" she smiles knowing how this is driving me crazy with lust. I eagerly comply, applying a bead along her pant line, sliding my fingers just under her suit as I do.

Her suit not leaving anything to the imagination I admire her firm round bottom, feeling the muscles of each upper thigh. Kneeling, I peak between her thighs, and see no evidence of any hair at all, even though her suit is cut very high.

"There" I say, setting the lotion down. There is no hiding my huge bulge as my cock is now fully erect, a fact that I see she has noticed gauging from where she is looking and her huge smile. I just now realize that my condition has in full view ever since she turned her head to the side. I blush deep crimson and turn on my stomach. Ouch! She chuckles softly and closes her eyes.

Each lost in our own thoughts, we soak up the sun quietly, enjoying the warmth on our skin. My thoughts were naturally focus on her in various erotic positions with me as her lover. Needless to say, this did not resolve my state of excitement.

After a bit, I hear her stir, roll over and sit up. I look and see her sitting, bare breasted, looking pensively from the dunes to the ocean and back. Her breasts are beautiful. I love the shape and how her pink nipples protrude slightly. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to lick and suck them.

I ask "is everything OK?" 

She smiles and looks down in a rare show of embarrassment "ummmm, that beer, I umm, need to use the facilities". Seeming to come to a decision, she stands, smiles at me, and walks slowly to the surf. I watch her beautiful ass sway and with each step as she wades past the rolling waves, until the water is just covering her suit.

She turns, and spreads her legs slightly, back slightly arched, breasts proudly bared, and looks up at me with a naughty smile. Mesmerized, I watch this beautiful woman stand still, knowing full well that she is peeing in the water. Our eyes meet, as she shares this most intimate moment with me. I realize that I must have this woman.

Sitting up, I watch her walk out of the surf and back to the towels, so enthralled that I forget to even try and hide my raging hard on.

She stands before me, hands on her hips, and asks "have you ever sun bathed nude?". Without thinking I respond, "no, but I will if you will". She laughs and then to my amazement, slides her index finger of each hand under her suit bottom and slowly peals them down her long thighs. And there before me is the most beautiful erotic creature I have ever seen. I can't help but look from her tummy to the short landing strip of hair, to the full wet lips of her pussy, drips of salt water dropping to the sand. My cock jumps at the sight.

"Ahem" she says playfully before I realize she is waiting for me to strip off my trunks. I'm in real trouble now as there is no hiding my rigid erection any longer. I quickly lift my hips, and slide my trunks down and off. Once free from its constraints, my 7 inch cock springs upward to full attention, revealing a long trail of precum running from tip, down the shaft, well on its way to my balls.

Her lips form a circle as she let's out a soft moan, clearly surprised at the extend of my excitement. Without taking her eyes from my cock, she kneels beside me, reaches over, and wraps her fingers around the shaft. We both watch as she slowly slides her fingers upward, dragging the silky skin over the head, and then back down. With each stroke, she spreads my natural lubricant over my cock until her hand easily slops up and down the shaft.

It feels so wonderful. I watch her breasts as she strokes and notice that both her nipples are erect. I watch her face, so intent on stroking my cock, until she looks up and our eyes lock. As I look at her lips, she lens forward, and kisses me deeply, hand still firmly on my cock. Her lips are warm, soft and salty and part slightly as I tilt my head and kiss her back.

I feel her tongue quickly dart along my lips in search of mine. I respond in kind, our tongues dancing together playfully. Her kisses are so wonderful and erotic that we almost forget her fingers wrapped around my firm cock. However, her resumed stroking quickly reminds me of my building pleasure.

I reach up and hold her breast in my hand, squeezing gently, sliding my palm over her hard nipple. I can feel its effect in how her kisses become more and more urgent. I slid my hand down her side to her hip, and then around behind and squeeze her firm bum, lifting her slightly.

She crawls forward, lifting one knee over my legs, all while we kiss breathing heavily. Leaning back slightly, looking down at my cock pressed against her wet pussy, with the shaft resting between her lips and the head against her enlarged clit, she moans softly.

Pushing forward on her knees, my cock slides down her pussy until the head rests between her lips. Then sitting back, it slides upward, parting her lips and then rubbing hard against and over her clit. She continues this motion, rubbing herself against my cock, each time pressing a little harder.

Then she leans forward and kisses me deeply. This changes the angle slightly so that the head of my cock rests between her lips, pressing against the opening to her vagina. She pauses momentarily, her tongue pushing into my mouth as she leans back and my cock slowly pushes into her.

It is an awesome feeling as she slowly slides down my shaft. The warm, slippery wetness of her pussy surrounds my cock on all sides, pressing tightly as she envelopes me. She continues until the full length of me is inside her, and her clit is pressed tightly against my pubic bone.

She pauses like that, moving her hips side to side and back and forth, massaging my cock deep inside her with every movement, while rubbing her hard clit against me. We both moan into each others mouths as we continue to kiss.

Then our lips part as she arches her back and closes her eyes. She lifts up my shaft until the head nearly emerges, before sliding back down. Slowly at first, then faster and faster as she fucks me like an animal. I can hear her panting, and feel my shaft tighten and balls tingle as a precursor to orgasm. No.. I.. Must.mm prolong.

I lean back and reach up with both hands caressing each breasts, rubbing her nipples. She sits up, my cock buried deep inside, eyes closed and her body shudders. Then she gasps loudly and cries out as her body shakes in violent spasms. Impaled on my cock, I feel her pussy grab and release it in erratic spasms. I feel a flood of wetness when she lifts slightly trying to resume her up and down motion. But she is unable to control her body as it continues to buck in orgasm and she falls forward onto my chest. 

I roll her onto her back, my cock still inside feeling the spasms of her pleasure. I slowly lift my hips and then descend, making love to this beautiful woman. The sensation is wonderful. I feel her wet warmth pressed around my cock as it slides in and out slowly.

After her first climax passes, she regains some control and lifts her hips to met each thrust. She spreads her thighs wide, bent at the knees and rests them on the back of my legs. She slides her hips with each thrust as if she were trying to crawl upside down, urging my cock deeper with each thrust.

I reach under her with my hand and cup the cheek of her ass from underneath. I love the taught feeling of her muscles as I thrust into her slowly, balls pressed against the sensitive skin of her ass.

Our pace quickens as we continue to kiss lustfully. I can feel her inhale deeply through her nose and then hold her breath, before gasping in more air. I can feel her moans as we kiss.

Once again she cries out, bucking her hips wildly as her pussy clamps down on my cock. It feels wonderful when it spasms like that. My cock is so hard, and tingles in anticipation. I feel my balls tighten. I stop thrusting and hold still as her uncontrolled spasms continue unaware. I fell my cock clench. I squeeze tight. It flutters as the sensation slowly passes.

After her movements subside somewhat, I lean back and lift her left leg up and across my body, swiveling her around my cock until she is face down. I push deep into her pussy from behind as she groans with each thrust.

I grab her by the hips and lift her to her knees, her chest and face still on the blanket, with her arms extended over her head. I just love watching my cock disappear between her pussy lips from this angle. Her curve of her waist, the shape of her hips, her beautiful ass spread wide, my clock plunging in and out of her pussy. She gasps and grunts and pushes back against me as I plunge deep into her. Fuck, I think she is going to cum again.

I feel her body contract again, while she spreads her thighs wide, then straighten, knees, legs and feet off the ground, suspended in mid air only by my cock. I hold her tight and plunge deep, feeling my orgasm rise. Fuck. She grunts and groans in pleasure. I am at the point of no return, about to spew cum deep inside. Her pussy contracts around my cock, urging it to cum, milking it like a cow.

Thrust to the hilt, my cock explodes in uncontrolled contractions, spurting cum deep into her pulsating pussy. The pleasure radiates from my cock, threw my pelvic muscles, to every part of my body. Euphoric, I feel my cock continue to pump cum into her pussy.

We stay coupled like that until the waves subside and we laugh together before collapsing on our sides, cock still inside her now cum filled pussy. I wrap by arm around her waist just under her now tender breasts. I kiss the salty skin of her neck, contemplating my new found love of the beach.

I wake to the cry of a sea gull. The sun is much lower now and I am covered by her blanket. She, along with her belongings, are gone now. I look longingly for her up and down the beach, but without success, am disappointed.

I pull the blanket up as a couple walks by arm in arm, unaware of what transpired earlier. Then I see her note on the blanket with a heart drawn around her name, number and email. I smile happily as I pack up, eager for the next beach day.



Beach Bum Photography



My name is Mary, I'm a 41 year old wife, mother and teacher living in southern Arizona. I'm not totally shy but on the other hand I'm very conservative in regards to sex. As they say 'opposites attract' seem to be true as my husband John of twenty years is a total exhibitionist. John's life dream would be for me to turn the corner and freely expose myself in all sorts of dress and undress in public.

I grew up in a small town in the Midwest and all thru high school and college I saw no problem wearing miniskirts and very short dresses which was the style in the 1970's. I met John in high school and we dated thru college and married shortly after graduation.

For as long as I've known John he has always had a camera nearby and he has developed into a very good photographer. John has entered many of his nature and landscape photos in contests and he has won many awards from these contests. When we attend these contest photo galleries where John has entered his photos he always leads me to the area where artistic nudes are on display. I have found that I enjoy the pleasing nature of these nude photos and I don't find them offensive at all.

Over the years John is constantly asking me to pose for him in nude or semi nude settings. Now I'm proud of my slim 36C body and not worried that John would misuse the photos that he might take of me but John uses a film camera and he has no means of developing the color photos. My main and only concern was what would happen to and who might see the photos of me when John took the film to a retail photo processor. 

One day when I came home from work I found John busy at his computer in his den/office. As I approached him I could see that John had a picture of our dog Rex on the computer screen. John was very excited to tell me about the new digital camera he had just purchased and how it worked without film. Suddenly I realized that my only excuse for not posing for him had just disappeared and I felt a slight tingle of excitement surge thru my body.

A few days later on a Saturday morning John asked me what we had to do today. I told John that there were no errands or any other pressing things to do, John replied great. John then told me that he had hung up some sheets in the garage as a make shift photo studio and he would like to break in his new camera. I told him ok you've broken me down and I'll give this photo thing a try but I was not promising anything close to nudes. 

John was so excited that I feared he might wet his pants if we didn't start soon. I went to our bedroom to change in to something a little sexy for the shoot and I told John to stay out till I was ready. When I closed the bedroom door my head was spinning with excitement and thoughts of what to wear for the shoot. I stood in front of my full length mirror checking myself out as I stripped out of my jeans and sweatshirt. When I looked at myself in the mirror wearing my white everyday bra and cotton panties I said to myself 'you've still got it girl'. After doing my hair and putting on my makeup a little heavier than normal I put on my only pair of white stockings and a white garter belt. I didn't have any sexy panties so I decided to just wear my normal cotton bikinis. I finished dressing in a white button down blouse, a black skirt just above my knees and a pair of black high heel pumps.

As I walked out of the bedroom I felt very sexy but I still had a lot of butterflies in my stomach. While passing the kitchen on the way to the garage I noticed a bottle of wine on the counter and stopped and took a good long drink of the smooth nectar. I reached the garage and walked in with a little more sway to my hips than normal, John just stared at me and said 'now that's what I'm talking about.' John took me by the hand and led me to the "studio area" of the garage where he had me sit on an old couch which he had covered with a bright red sheet. John picked up his new camera and told me not to be nervous just follow his direction and we'll both have fun.

John took the first photo then another, with each click of the shutter John would say move here, lift that, turn, twist, smile and so on. I was really starting to have fun when John told me to slide my skirt hem up a little and then a little more, soon my stocking tops and garter straps came into view followed by my tanned thighs above my stockings tops. John stopped taking pictures and asked me to stand up and take my skirt off, I stood and put my hands on my hips and said "now just slow down buster." I walked out of the garage and went back to the kitchen.

I passed by the wine bottle and went directly to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of vodka, placed the bottle to my lips and took a drink. I decided that if I was going to finish this photo session I would need liquid courage. I returned to the studio with the bottle of vodka and I told John that I was now ready to continue the shoot. I took my spot next to the couch and asked John if the photographer is ready, he must have been as the camera was already clicking off photo after photo. 

I reached behind me and slowly unzipped the zipper of my skirt letting the garment fall to the floor, I stepped out of the skirt and tossed it next to the vodka bottle. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse revealing my bra encased breasts, soon my blouse was laying next to my skirt on the floor. The vodka was starting to work on my inhibitions so when John told me to lose the bra I just turned away from the camera reached behind my back and unhooked my bra 

letting it slide from my shoulders. As I slowly turned to face the camera my bra fell away from body and I threw it to the photographer exposing my soft breasts and dark nipples to the camera lens. I have never felt so free and excited in my life as I moved to the couch with my breasts rubbing on the red sheets. The photo shoot continued for another hour with me dressed in only my panties, garter belt, stockings and heels. John asked me to remove my panties but I told him we'll save it in case we do another shoot. In my mind I knew there would be another shoot soon, I was hooked.