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A Walk On The Beach

By: bobwhitecrow



It was a Friday evening and we decided to leave work and head for the beach. It normally took about an hour and a half for us to drive to our favorite spot, but traffic was a little heavier than normal. We relaxed and listened to the radio and didn't talk much. You placed your hand on my thigh and squeezed gently, letting me know that you were glad to be with me.

The sun was beginning to set as we reached our "private paradise". The beach was deserted. I parked far enough away that the high tide would not cause the car to get stuck in the sand. I grabbed the blanket we kept stashed in the trunk for "special occasions" and we walked towards the shore. After we were at the water's edge, you suggested that we take off our shoes and socks and wade in the ocean. We were still in our work clothes, but at that point we didn't care if we ever went to work again. It had been a hectic week for both of us and we just wanted to relax for a while.

The seagulls swooped around us. They were used to having people throw food to them and they were probably expecting us to do the same. I picked up a seashell and through it in the air. In unison, they flew towards it. When they realized it was not food, they flew away just as quickly. I was in an ornery mood and you chided me for being so mean. You said, "You are such a big tease". I just looked at you, winked and said "yeah, who was the big tease when we first met".

"Well, that was different", you said with a wry smile. "I didn't want you to think I was TOO easy, you know".

"Oh, so you WERE easy. I had heard that about you."

"You, HAD NOT", you said, blushingly. "You're just being a butthead".

I grabbed your hand and we continued silently down the beach, just holding hands like teenagers. We walked toward the setting sun. It was glowing red, as it sank towards the horizon. The sky had a purple cast to it.  The clouds were magnificent hues of pink, purple and orange. A full moon was rising in the sky behind us. At that point there was time was irrelevant. It was just you, me, and the surrounding seascape.

We walked on the beach beneath the full moon, holding hands. We watched as the stars came out. We snuggled up to each other as we walked. The warm ocean waves brushed across our bare feet. The sand shifted beneath us as we walked. The night air provided enough of a chill to make your nipples erect. When I noticed your nipples, my cock began to get stiffen. It was a little difficult to walk. You noticed I had begun walking different. You started to say something, but then you realized why and reached over and put your hand across my crotch and said, "What's got you in an uproar".

I answered, "Only the sexiest woman on the beach", as I pointed toward your breasts.

You replied, "I AM the ONLY woman on the beach, you big silly".

"Then I guess that makes you the sexiest, then, doesn't it"?

"Yes, I guess it does. And it makes you the most hansom man on the beach, too"!

"Yes, and the horniest, as well. It's a good thing YOU are the sexiest woman on the beach. I don't know what I would do if you weren't here".

"Without, would be MY guess".

"Here, let me show you what this blanket is for", I said as I took the blanket from around you.  I ran up on shore where the sand was soft and spread the blanket on the beach. Then I ran back, grabbed your hand squeezed it and whispered, "follow me". You grinned and half dragged your feet and teasingly whispered, "I don't know, my mother told me about guys like you". I tugged harder on your arm and we ran toward the blanket. We fell onto our knees and I looked into your beautiful brown eyes.

"Hi, Beautiful, where have you been all of my life?" I asked.

"In your dreams!" you teased.

I replied, "Maybe I should pinch myself to see if I'm still dreaming".

Before I knew what was happening, you reached up and pinched my nipple and said, "Here, I'll save you the trouble".

"Ouch! That hurt! 

But you can hurt me anytime, you sexy thing!" I said, with a gleam in my eye. "You know, turn about is fair play".

"Ya think?" you laughed.

"I, KNOW", I said in my deepest, sexiest voice.

I reached up to pinch you back and you grabbed my hand. I reached up with my other hand and you intercepted me again.  "Oh, I see you're going to play hard to get, are you"? I grabbed your sides and began to tickle you. You squirmed away and fell back on the blanket. I quickly knelt over you and said, "Now I have you right where I want you!", as I lowered my mouth to your ear. I began to nibble your ear, knowing how it made you squirm and turned you on. I kissed your neck and you shuddered and began to sigh. Your soft moans were intoxicating. If it was possible to make me any harder, the sounds you were making certainly did the trick. I whispered, "MMMmmmm, I love to hear you when we're making love! You always make me wonderfully hot, My Love".

"Oh, honey, I love the ways and places you touch me", you sighed. "I want you to suck my nipples", you whispered.

"My pleasure, Sweetheart", I said as I bit lightly through your dress and bra. Your nipples awakened from their slumber. I lowered the spaghetti straps on your dress. I delicately lifted your breasts out of their prison. I flicked my tongue across each one, in turn. You moaned, lightly. I kissed you between your breasts. I continued to plant kisses all over your breasts and back up to your neck. I kissed your shoulders as I began to unbutton your dress. I caressed your stomach as I lifted your dress lightly over your head.

You began to sigh as I kissed your neck and bare breasts. I always loved the little sounds you made when we were making love. The whimpers wafted over me like an inebriated butterfly.  Your stomach muscles contracted as I lightly ran the tips of my fingers over your skin. For the first time since we had been married, I noticed that you curled your toes when I tickled your stomach. It was a delightful observation. I made a mental note to watch your toes more often, to see if this was a one-time occurrence or something that happened every time.

You were wearing my favorite purple silk and lace panties. I had the feeling you had had sex on your mind when you got dressed that morning. I sure did not complain, because it was almost always on my mind. After all, I was married to the sexiest woman I ever knew. I planted kisses all over those purple panties. I loved the stimulating aroma of your femininity. I ran my tongue along the seams.  Slowly, I pulled the panties to one side so I could plant kisses on you. You writhed beneath me. You whispered that you wanted me to taste you. How, could I have resisted your request? I placed my finger inside your moistened panties and flicked my tongue back and forth tasted your essence. You arched your back as you climaxed, unexpectedly. I felt you shudder as the waves of orgasm rolled over you.

When the orgasm had subsided, I began to kiss your stomach again. I worked my way up to your breasts, where I began to suck them and tickle your nipples with my tongue. I kissed your neck. I placed my mouth on yours. We shared your nectar. You slid your tongue in my mouth as if to savor every drop. It had been a while since you kissed me with such abandon. You kindled the passion within me.

I did not bother removing your panties. I merely slid them to the side as I eased myself into your passionate lips. The silk of your panties against me was exhilarating. I could tell you were enjoying my warmth inside you. I kissed you and nibbled on your ears. You pinched my nipples.  I always enjoyed it when you did that. 

Slowly, I began to intensify the rhythm. You began to scratch my back and pull me toward you faster and harder. It was everything I could do, to keep from exploding. I whispered in your ear and said the things I knew would send you over the edge. Your breathing became faster and shallower. You groaned with pleasure as you had your second orgasm. The sounds excited me to climax, as well. Hot, sticky juices flowed out of you and ran down your ass.

I collapsed beside you and wrapped the blanket around us. We lay next to each other and I cuddled you as we kissed. We whispered, "I love you" in harmony.

We looked up at the stars as we lay together. I began to button your dress. You helped me get dressed, too.

We picked up the blanket and slowly walked back to the car. We stopped occasionally to kiss and hug each other.

When we got to the car, we decided not to make the long drive home. Instead, we stopped at the nearest hotel and rented a room for one tremendously sleepless night.

(c) April 10, 2003 - Bob White Crow (Thank You a_special_brown_eyed_girl for the inspiration) Bob White Crow Enterprises 

A Walk on the Beach



This story is entirely true.

We are a fit couple who enjoy the outdoors, including nude beaches, with sexual play when the opportunity presents itself. She is 45, I am 51. We are professionals living in the Bay Area of Northern California.

One of our favorite beaches is SG - south of Half Moon Bay. This beach is primarily frequented by gay men. A generally pleasant crowd, free of the groups of clothed gawkers that typically hang out at many of the nearby nude beaches. We usually see a few couples, the occasional single female, and a few single straight men. The beach is littered with tons of driftwood that has been used to construct many enclosures (the "condos") suitable for avoiding wind and prying eyes when some privacy is needed.

Many people tend to stay inside their condos, either due to modesty or because they are doing a lot more than catching some rays. Some people like to walk the length of this very long beach - over a mile. We do this, but primarily when the weather permits a totally naked stroll. We especially like the guys who occasionally stroll by with a nice sized cock in a semi or totally hard state. It is pretty common during one of our walks for us to stop and stroke each other into a state of arousal before continuing on our way. Nothing like the free feeling of a throbbing cock, bouncing nearly horizontal, as you enjoy a walk in the sun.

We like to claim a condo (flying a shirt from a stick to stake out our ownership) and park ourselves out front in the open when the weather permits. There are a few condos that we prefer a short distance north of the entrance path down the cliffs. The walls are typically high enough to allow some wild fucking without being seen by the entire beach, but not enough to prevent a close passerby from getting quite an eyeful.

On this Friday in October the forecast was for hot weather, perfect conditions for a trip to SG beach. We love this time of year along the coast. It's often clear and warm enough to stroll naked along the sand. Being a warm weekday, we expected that it would not be too crowded and our time at the beach might get hot in more ways than one.

We arrived at the beach around 11:30. There were less than a dozen cars in the parking lot, so we expected to have our choice of one of our preferred condos. One of our favorite spots was already taken by a single guy, so we decided to claim one a short distance in front, closer to the water.

Over the course of several months we have watched a pair of guys gradually build this condo. The walls are low, varying from 1 to 2 feet in height, providing little protection from the prying eyes of onlookers. The back is open, giving anyone standing up in the condos to the rear an unobstructed view of the interior.

The day was beautiful - little wind and no need to seek protection from the weather. We spread out our blanket in front of the condo, got naked, and proceeded to bask in the warm sun. After a short time, two other couples arrived and set up nearby.

The couple to the south stayed pretty much out of sight in a condo, except when they later took a walk to the north end of the beach. The man appeared to be mid-50's, the woman mid-30's. Both were in good shape and the woman had obviously paid someone for her firm, perky tits.

The couple to the north were both older. They spent a long time setting up a 3-sided wind break with the opening facing away from the water. This obviously was not driven by modesty or concern about the wind, since they both got naked immediately and spent most of their time outside in front of the wind break. In retrospect, it was also odd to face the opening toward the cliffs, since the view of the ocean would be much more pleasant. He spent most of the time sitting in a chair, watching us as I tickled my wife with a feather and stroked her with my fingers.

After enjoying the sun for a while, we decided to take advantage of this glorious day with a naked walk to the north end of the beach. About midway, we noticed what appeared to be two guys engaged in some sex play behind an umbrella. Soon after, we stopped for a bit and hugged, fondled, and generally worked on getting ourselves a bit sexually aroused. Noone was close by, so we could have fucked standing up in the middle of the beach.

We controlled our urges to mount each other right there and continued on our walk. As we approached the end of the beach, three guys were just starting to head back south. One had a nice size cock that would have been fun to see hard and throbbing. They all left, leaving us to ourselves.

This end of the beach is blocked by a rock outcropping with some low ledges and a cave that leads to a small beach. We have played there before. This day we explored the cave entrance for a while, but couldn't safely go through because of the tide level.

By this point, we were both very horny and ready for a good fucking. The only people we could see were two guys walking separately toward us from a good distance - far enough away that they could not distinguish any details of our actions. My wife sat me down on one of the rock ledges and began to stroke me. In no time, my cock was hard and pulsing. I could feel her hot, wet pussy as I stroked her clit. She was dripping with excitement and ready to have her cunt filled with some throbbing meat. She faced away from me and lowered her hot hole on my cock. It took all my control to keep from cumming as I grabbed her hips and helped her ride me. She was fingering her clit, moaning, and riding up and down for all she was worth as she quickly reached an orgasm.

The guys approaching us were now close enough that they could probably tell what we were up to. They both hesitated to approach too close or too quickly. One had on shorts, but the other was nude and put on his shorts as he approached and saw us fucking. Maybe he was excited by the view and embarrassed to display his hard cock.

My wife climbed off my still pulsing cock, leaving it covered in her sweet juices. We got up and started walking back to our condo. My cock was still very hard and horizontal as I walked. This was most likely obvious and maybe enjoyable to the guys as we passed them on our way south. The walk back was uneventful.

As we arrived at our condo, the older couple was still in front of their wind break. After laying back down, I occasionally tickled and stroked my wife. They both watched us occasionally, with him paying lots of attention. Soon they picked up their blanket and moved inside the wind break. Since the weather was still beautiful, we assumed that they were using the shelter to get in some sex play of their own. They were inside for 15-20 minutes before they finally came back out. One guy passed by the opening while they were inside and probably got a good view.

After our brief fuck at the end of the beach, we were still horny. As my wife was sitting on the blanket with her knees up and legs spread, I noticed that there were still remnants of our earlier fun. Some thick, white pussy juice had dribbled down her outer lips.

We relaxed for a while, but eventually decided to try some subtle play in our minimally protective condo. We moved our blanket to the inside and laid down. She stroked my cock and kept me very hard while I fingered her clit and finger-fucked her dripping pussy. The guy in the condo behind us had been joined by another guy. They were smiling as they stood and watched us play.

Merely stroking was not enough - we both needed another good fuck. My wife rolled on her side, facing away from me. I cuddled next to her and slid my throbbing cock between her legs as she guided it into her soaking cunt. She was immediately on her way to another orgasm. As she was grinding back and forth on my cock, it was probably obvious to our observers that we were fucking right in front of them, pretty much out in the open on the beach. They didn't seem to mind. That was all I could stand. I quickly shot a big load deep inside her. I kept my softening cock just inside her pussy lips for a while as we both savored our extremely erotic fun.

We relaxed outside the condo for a little while longer and then headed home to engage in more domestic activities. 



A Walk On The Beach



It was a warm evening. The sun was slowly setting, a burst of color in the sky. The day had been a rough one, with the possibility of losing the "Winston" account. My job was at stake this time too. I had been warned about the importance of this to the company. Already fighting my way up in a mans' world, this didn't sit well. 

So I took off to the beach. Always a good place to think, tonight it was almost deserted as well. Just as good, I thought, since I wasn't really in the mood to chat with anyone right now. My mind wandered to work. If I could have done anything differently. I had planned and researched for weeks. Hoping for good news at the all-important meeting coming up in two days.

Looking up I discovered my meandering had brought me much further than I normally traveled on this stretch of beach. It was dark, and a bit rocky. My shoes had been left in the car. And it was getting chilly now too. I could see on the walk back I would have to be more careful. But I wasn't really afraid. Never hearing of trouble through here, I turned and began my journey.

Deciding tomorrow was soon enough to worry, I softly hummed a favorite blues tune. The waves and the cool air seemed to calm my mind. I could feel the dampness against my skin, a relief after the sweltering humidity of the day. A lighter step now than on the path over, I never anticipated what was next.

From behind, out of where I don't know, came a hand over my mouth. At the same time, I was twisted around. An average size body, his face was covered with a black mask. The fear instantly caused me to struggle, pushing and fighting. His size hid the fact that he was exceptionally strong. 

My arms were pinned in seconds, body pulled close to his. Walking backwards, half dragging me, we were in a small rocky nook, hidden in the shadows. In short time he had me gagged and hands tied behind my back. No way could I get out of this now. My eyes begged with him, pleaded, to not do this. But I sensed, he had plans.

Shoving me down, I landed hard on the sand. He leaned over me, ripping the few buttons on my blouse. Due to the heat, I had gone without a bra, something I now regretted. At least it would have been more clothing between me and this evil man. The air hit my skin, chills running down my spine. One hand touched my breast, flicking the nipple, back and forth. Scared to death, I watched, waiting for the pain I was sure was coming next. For the violence, anger, and hatred that went with an attack such as this. And waited. 

His eyes devoured me...burning with lust...glowing from the knowledge he was about to win the prize he so desired. And there was no question as to whether he was turned on or not... I could see the wet spot on his jeans. The material stretched to the point of tearing. My only hope here was that it would be over quickly. Then he would let me go. Tarnished, brutalized, but safe from further attack.

Long fingers followed the curve of my breast, cupping its weight. Gently caressing my skin. This man certainly knew how to caress. In any other setting, this could very well be pleasurable. But my fear over-rode all enjoyable sensations I might have felt. My heart was pounding out of control, eyes wild, silently screaming at him yet to stop this insanity. It was useless. His attention was totally on my tits.

There was nowhere for me to move to, no way to get away from his touch or his look. Each minute that passed, every second he entertained himself at my expense, his cock grew. My body howled in protest, cringed each time those hands pinched or squeezed a nipple. 

Suddenly, the hand was gone from my body. A reprieve!! He was going to go, I thought!! Oh thank God!! Almost sobbing aloud, I lost track of the man, of the movements around me. So that the crushing weight of him took my breath away. The gag seemed to stick in my throat. My arms burned, almost torn from the sockets, still tied behind my back.

My skirt was no match for him, tearing and falling away as if it had been commanded to. Naked now, nothing hidden from him, I was defeated. No way to fight, or to yell, no one to rescue me, I resigned myself to my fate. The sound of his zipper was loud, pants being removed. Shivering from the cold, I tried to numb myself from the movements he was making. Take my mind away, to a better place. It didn't seem to work. 

His body above mine, the mask so close to my face, the feel of his cock, still drooling, next to my pussy. All things registering in my head. And the sudden thrust. The intrusion. Him fucking me, the pre-cum from him the only wetness. Moving my legs further apart, he buried himself deeper, shoving my body up against the rocks. He was fucking me with a frenzy I hadn't seen before from any man. Like he needed this. Would die without. In and out, faster and harder. In my haze, I could feel the throbbing, the size. 

And somewhere in all this, I had gotten wet. No longer was it painful. Oh he still had taken me without my permission, no doubt. But what had been an unbearable dryness no longer was. I felt the thickness of him. The sheer strength of his cock. How he stretched me, my walls surrounding him tightly. And as if he too felt the change, he slowed his pace. Kissed the curve of my neck, bringing a slight moan from my still gagged mouth. Those soft lips catching and sucking a nipple, my body arching closer, not wanting them to leave. 

Slipping my legs up and around his body, my pussy opening more to him, I urged him deeper. My clit hard, aching with need. One hand carefully removing the gag, slowly, so as not to hurt me more. And the instant it was gone, a hot wet tongue replaced it. Dancing and mating with mine. Yes!! Oh it was awesome!! Not letting up, he kissed as he fucked---fast and furious. Again and again. I could feel my orgasm building. Close to cumming, I pulled him even closer with my legs. His cock filling my pussy, his body tense. 

On the edge, he rammed me again, sending me over. Screaming into his mouth, my convulsions tightening my pussy around his cock, it was all he needed. Hot cum exploded deep in my pussy, taking my breath away from the force of it, the slapping of flesh heard until every drop was milked from him. Spent and exhausted, we collapsed, sprawled together on the sand. 

Minutes passed, trying to breathe normally again. Not a word was spoken. When he had gotten up and quickly dressed, he lifted me. Careful now, the ties were loosened from my hands. My clothes all torn, body cold from the night air, i struggled. From somewhere in the darkness he pulled out a long coat, handing it to me. Thankful for the warmth and the coverage it provided, I slid it on, hands fumbling.

Not sure where to look, I kept my eyes to the ground. I was ashamed of my response to his attack. Appalled at my behavior. My mind was racing, taking it all in. What kind of person did this make me? The implications were too much for me. 

Trying to get my bearings, it only then occurred to me I was once again alone. He had vanished into the night as quickly as he had appeared. Tugging on the coat, I started to run, needing the safety of my home. Adreneline suddenly shot through me, making the distance fly past. 

In what seemed only seconds, I was back at the safety of my car. Trembling hands searched for and found the hidden keys. My fingers shook so bad, it took several tries to start the car. Driving through town was a nightmare. Every traffic light was red for me, making it take forever. When the garage door closed behind me, the tears flowed.

Standing in a hot shower, I scrubbed my skin over and over, as if it would wash away my behavior as well. The water was cold before I finally climbed out. Crawling in my bed, i curled up and tried to sleep, to forget this entire night. Several hours of tossing and turning later, my mind was still racing. 

Grabbing the phone first thing in the morning, I called my boss, telling him I had the flu. Pacing, silently berating myself, more hot showers, even tears. Nothing worked to explain my reaction at the end. A few times I checked my figures on the "Winston" account. Though it helped for a short time, as soon as I closed it, my mind was back on the beach. Who was he, and what was it that made me enjoy it? He had never spoken, and his face was covered. Would I ever know who it had been?

That thought plagued me at work yet the next day. Wearing my best suit for the meeting with the "Winston" representatives, I looked better than I felt. Getting this contract was vital to my future here. I had done my best, researched and worked up a contract to benefit both sides. All I had to do was convince their people. Folders in hand, pasting a smile on my face, I joined the others in the conference room. Taking my seat, I pleaded with the demon in my head to leave. Several minor details were being covered, with my presentation going last. 

Losing track of the conversation, I finally heard my name being called. Opening the contract, I stood, prepared to state my findings. The entire team listened, following along, nodding, asking a question or two. I urged them to stay with our company, based on the projected profits. Taking my seat, I thanked them, pleased with the work I had done.

Hearing a voice from the corner, I leaned forward. From my spot, I had not been aware of anyone there. Confident, very well dressed, a look of authority, introductions were made. Grey Winston III . One of the owners. 

He enjoyed coming at people from out of nowhere he said. Taking control, forcing them to remain speechless. Amazing how they still managed to come to a mutually satisfying conclusion. Congratulations, he added with a wink. Your recent participation pleased me very much. The account is yours. 

My face paled. It was him!! 



A Walk on the Beach



I was walking along the beach with my dog, Lucy. She was having a grand ole time with her nose to the ground, running here and there, chasing gulls and little ghost crabs. I always wondered what she'd do if she ever caught something. I was playing tag with the water as it ran up the sand and tried to wet my shoes.

I'd been walking up the beach for about twenty minutes when I noticed someone sitting on a beach towel up by the dunes. It looked like a girl – the beach was about fifty yards wide at that point so she was pretty far away. Lucy ran over towards the girl with her tail wagging, as usual. I called to her since I didn't want my dog bothering anyone. As usual, Lucy just ignored me when I called. The girl, who had been sitting there with her knees up to her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs started making a bit of a fuss over Lucy as soon as Lucy ran up to the girl and started licking her face. 

I sure hope she likes dogs, I thought, otherwise I'm going to be really embarrassed for not controlling her.

As I got closer I saw the girl was scratching Lucy behind the ear – her favorite spot – and Lucy was in dog heaven. That made me feel a little better about, hopefully, not being yelled at for being an irresponsible pet owner.

Again I called for Lucy to come; again, no response. As I got close to the girl I started into my apology for my dog disturbing the girl.

"I am so sorry that Lucy is bothering you. Here let me just grab her." I said, and I was stooping down to take hold of her collar when Lucy jumped back away from me and started barking. She bounced around and every time I lunged to try to grab her she'd lurch out of my grasp – Lucy thought we were playing 'catch Lucy' - which she always won and I always lost. 

"Damn it Lucy, settle down." I shouted. 

The girl laughed a little, but it was an odd laugh, like she didn't really want to laugh but couldn't help it. I turned to her and I was about to say again how sorry I was for Lucy's behavior, when I noticed wetness on the girl's face. She'd clearly been crying – a lot if the amount of wetness was any indication and I also noticed she was snuffling; another good indicator of someone having a good cry. As a husband (estranged, going through a divorce) and father of three grown daughters, these signs were quite familiar to me.

"Are you OK?" I asked, instead of apologizing again for Lucy.

"Yeah ... I'm ... I ..." She couldn't finish the sentence before putting her head in her arms and resuming the crying that Lucy must have interrupted.

She cried very hard. Her whole body convulsed and her breathing came in gasps. I stepped over next to her and knelt beside her.

"Listen; is there anything I can do? Are you hurt?" I asked.

She couldn't answer, but she did do something I hadn't expected. She put her arms around me and clung desperately to me and continued to cry her guts out. Naturally, I put my arms around the girl and tried to comfort her. What else could I do?

I knew from past experience that she needed to get this cry out of her system before she'd be able to calm down enough to talk.

"That's OK ... it's alright ... you're going to be OK ... just settle down ... take it easy ..." I did my best to console her even though I didn't have the slightest idea what was wrong. Had someone died? Was it boyfriend problems? I had no clue. 

"Come on ... you'll be alright ... I'm here for you... everything is going to be fine." I said. What else could I say?

"N ... n ... no ... i ... i ... it's ... n ... n ... not." I thought she'd said 'no it's not' but I couldn't be sure because she was crying so hard that her words came out pretty much as babbling.

"What honey? What's not going be alright?" I tried to get her to say more, hoping she'd say something that would help me understand what was going on.

Lucy, as dogs are often able to do, sensed something was really wrong and she no longer bounced around and barked. Instead, she curled up in the sand at the foot of a dune and put her head on her paws and looked like she'd go to sleep. 

Too bad people couldn't deal with issues so simply. I thought.

"J ... just ... ga ... ga ... go ... a ... away ..." She stammered.

"Honey I can't leave you like this. I know you don't know me but I want to help ... I don't know how, but any way I can. OK?" I told her.

"Just ... leave ... me ... alone ..." She said. At least it was getting easier to understand her.

"As soon as you calm down and tell me what's wrong." I told her. "I'm not leaving you until I know you're alright." 

I rubbed her back. It was bare except for the strings of a bikini top. I could feel she was calming a bit. She wasn't being racked with shuddering like she had been moments before. But, she still clung to me for dear life. 

"I don't ... don't want ... to ... to ... live ... please go ... away ... I just ... wa ...want to ... d ... die ..."

Oh shit! I thought. 

"Honey, no ... no ... don't say that ... nothing is that bad ... ever ... don't even think that ... please!" I said, a little frantically. "Just settle down and talk to me honey ... just tell me what happened."

"He ... he told me ... he said he doesn't ... love me ... anymore ..." Then she relapsed into another round of hysteria. 

I hugged her tighter; as tight as I could without hurting her. I rocked her back and forth and spoke to her in as soft and gentle a voice as I could and I repeated all of my useless assurances, given that I knew nothing except that her boyfriend, or her husband maybe, had dumped on her. 

After awhile, she regained some modicum of control. 

"Whenever you're ready honey, whenever you want you can tell me ... I'll listen ... I'll do whatever I can." I said.

She lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were so red that, had I not known better, I would have rushed her to an emergency room for treatment. Her face was soaked with tears, her hair which might have been beautiful, was wet and disheveled and some was stuck to her wet face. 

"Thank you." She mumbled.

"Hey, that's alright. I'm glad I came along when I did." I assured her.

I used the shirt tail of my t-shirt to wipe her face as well as I could. The middle of my shirt where she had placed her head was soaked.

"I ... I feel better now ... I'll be alright ... and thank you again." She said and took her arms from around me. It was pretty clear to me that I was being dismissed - with gratitude, but dismissed, nonetheless.

"Listen, uh, I can't just leave you here." I told her.

"I told you, I'm OK now. I really appreciate that you ... ah, well, just held me. But I'm fine now, so you don't have to stay. Thanks." She said.

"Can't do that." 

"Why not?" She said. 

"You were making suicide noises a few minutes ago. I can't just leave you. What happened?" I asked.

"Listen its nothing, it doesn't concern you ... I can deal with it. So just go." She was getting upset again. Tears were welling up once more.

"Listen do you live around here? Or are you here on vacation, or spring break? Is there someone I can leave you with who can at least keep an eye on you for awhile?" I said.

"We're here for spring break and ... and ... Chad ... he's ... he ..." She started crying again. It didn't last so long this time. I put my arms around her again and hugged her until she stopped.

"He's the boyfriend who said it was over, I take it." I asked. She didn't speak; she just shook her head 'yes'. 

"OK, where are you two staying?" I asked.

She pointed down the beach.

"Ah, a cottage down that way?" Again, she shook her head to indicate agreement.

"Alright; let's gather up all your stuff and I'll walk you down there. OK?" Another nod 'yes'.

I carried her tote bag which contained her beach towel and suntan lotion and everything else she'd brought with her for her day in the sun. I put my arm around her shoulders for comfort and she put her arm around my waist. I heard her sniffling every so often as we walked. It took about fifteen minutes - we were walking rather slow, and Lucy ran along sniffing out who knows what and still running after birds.

"That one." She said, as we approached a small beach house.

We went in and I made Lucy wait outside. 

"Chad!" She called out. "Chad, where are you!?" She went through each room of the small two bedroom cottage.

She came back to the living room and went over and looked out a window.

"Shit! His car's gone." She shouted. "And all his stuff is gone from the bedroom, too."

But I already knew that, because I'd just finished reading the short note he'd left on the table for her along with three twenty dollar bills. He was driving back to school to be with his new love and he'd left her money for a bus ticket. Exactly why he'd bothered to bring her down to the Gulf for spring break just to dump her, was beyond me. 

"He's gone back to school." I told her.

"How do you know?" She asked 

"He left a note." I said, holding it out to her.

She read it, and started crying again and collapsed on the dilapidated sofa. It was almost as bad as her hysterical episode on the beach.

"What ... am I ... ga ... going to ... dooooo? She eventually said through her tears. 

I sat on the edge of the sofa and put my hand on her back and just rubbed it gently. 

"How can I ... what is ... there to live ... for ... " She broke down again. 

After half an hour, or so, she was lucid again; but she was exhausted, totally spent. I couldn't leave her there by herself, she was still talking suicide and though I doubted she would act on it, I couldn't take that chance.

"Listen, you're coming home with me. Let's get all you things together. My car is just a few minutes walk from here – you can stay with me until you're feeling better and then I'll see about getting you home." I told her.

"No, I can't ... you don't even know me ... I couldn't ... it's my problem, I can't burden someone ..."

"Nonsense. I've made it my problem too, because I really care about you, and I really want to help, and do you know what the really weird thing is?" I said.

"What?" She said, still sounding incredibly down.

"I don't even know your name!" I told her. 

She laughed a little and I laughed too and then she laughed some more and then we were laughing together.

"It's Megan." She said.

"Frank." I held out my hand. "Pleased to meet you." She took it and we shook hands.

She held my hand for a long time. I lifted her hand and lowered my head and kissed her hand tenderly.

"I will protect you, m'lady." I said affecting a fake British accent. 

She laughed again. It was so good to hear her laugh, and so sorrowful to watch her weep.

"Come m'lady, let us collect thy belongings and we shall away to my palace." I said, again with the funny accent.

She giggled again and we started packing her things. She only had a large duffel bag – kind of reminded me of traveling light way back in ancient times when I was her age, and in school.

"I think that's everything, Frank." She told me as she stuffed the last item in her duffel.

"Hmmm ... you know, you look really cute in that bikini, but its getting dark and it will be chilly soon. Don't you think you ought to change before we go?" I asked.

She took her bag into a bedroom and came out in a few minutes wearing very short cut-off jeans, a little sleeveless top, and flip flops.

"You look stunning." I said.

I took the duffel from her and she reached up and threw her arms around me and hugged me. She whispered in my ear.

"Thank you Frank ... so much."

When she let go and we walked out the door, my vision was blurred ... can't imagine why. 

Lucy was waiting patiently outside and fell into step with us as we walked to my car. We got to my car and got in, with Lucy in the back seat, and I was pulling out of the parking lot when I heard a big sigh from Megan.

"What's wrong." I asked.

"I'm wiped out; drained. I feel like someone has beaten me ... for days." She said.

"I know."

We didn't talk much the rest of the way. I only live about twenty minutes from the beach; I thought that she may even have dozed off on the way.

"We're here." I announced.

I got out and went around and opened her door for her. I had been right, she was asleep. I released her seat belt and gingerly lifted her out of the passenger seat. She stirred a little and put her arms around my neck. She wasn't heavy; she was a petite thing, maybe five–four, a hundred pounds at most.

"You don't have to ..." She said sleepily.

"Its alright, I've got you and we're almost inside my palatial estate, m'lady." I said, and she giggled.

"I'm awake now, you really don't have to carry me." She told me.

"Not so, m'lady. I have stolen thee, my princess, from the evil knight and I shall hide thee away in my palace where I intend to ravish thy beautiful body. If I put thee down ... thee may escape, then what ever shall I do, m'lady?" 

She was really laughing hard and making it difficult for me to get my key and open the door while holding her. Maybe she was right, perhaps I should set her down, I thought. After all, I was quite old enough to be her father and my old bones weren't what they used to be. As I fumbled for my keys and held her while standing at my front door, she played along with the game.

"Then, unhand me you fiend ... or I shall call for the palace guards." She said, feigning distress by putting the back of her hand on her forehead and tilting her head back in the style of a nineteen twenty-something silent movie actress.

"Ahhh, but m'lady, it's my palace ... all the guards work for me." I said as I opened the door and carried her across the threshold. 

I reached over and flipped on the light. Lucy came running in behind us and just before the door closed.

I carried Megan to the sofa on the other side of the small living room and set her down gently. She still had her arms around my neck and she did not let go; instead, she pulled me closer and kissed me very tenderly. Not on the check, but on the lips. 


I was stunned. I didn't know how to react.

"Wa ...what was that for?" I asked.

"Your reward for gallantry, Sir Knight." She said, and then she giggled again. 

I laughed too. 

"Listen, are you hungry? I could fix us something ..."

"No; I don't have any appetite at all." She was sounding glum again, which wasn't surprising given all she'd been through – dumped by some cur and left to fend for herself far from home.

"Well then, maybe you should try what I always turn to in times of stress or crisis. It's been getting me through an ugly divorce, thus far." I said.

"What's that?"

"Booze!" I said. "Can I fix you a drink?" She laughed – it was her best laugh so far since I'd met her. I felt like I was making progress in distracting her from her sorrow.

It was funny, but I felt like I'd known her so long and when I looked at my watch I realized I'd just run into her less than three hours ago.

"Sure. What have you got?" She asked.

"Well, let me check my well stocked bar here." I went to the kitchen. 

My little one bedroom apartment had an open floor plan with the kitchen separated from the living room by just a breakfast bar.

"I can offer you bourbon on the rocks, bourbon over ice, bourbon straight up, or just a glass of bourbon with nothing in it." I said.

"Oh my, so many choices ... I think I'll have bourbon on the rocks ... no, wait ... change it to bourbon over ice, please." She said with a beautiful smile.

I fixed our drinks and carried them in and sat beside Megan on couch. I handed her a glass and held mine up to hers in a toast.

"To my Fairy Princess." I said, and clinked her glass with mine.

"Hey! Who are you callin' a fairy, anyway." She said, trying to sound offended, but she couldn't hold a straight face and we both laughed some more.

"I know what you're trying to do ... and, well, thanks ... I appreciate it." Megan said seriously.

"What is it I'm trying to do?" I said, playing dumb.

"Take my mind off ... stuff. Making me laugh so I wouldn't dwell on ... stuff."

"Oh good ... that's all you meant." I said, feigning relief.

"Huh?"

"Well, I was afraid you'd caught on to me trying to get you drunk so I get started with the ravishing." I said with a smile. 

Megan drained her glass. 

"Whoa ... take it easy, that's a hundred proof stuff there; you'll be on your ass in no time if you keep chugging them like that." I warned her.

She held out her glass for a refill. She still had most of her ice, so I got up and brought the bottle over and poured her another.

"Thank you Frank. I'm just trying to get drunk quickly for you, so you can begin ravishing me. I've never been ravished before and I'm rather curious to know what its like." She took healthy swig of her second drink. I sipped mine.

"Really honey, don't drink that too fast, especially on an empty stomach." I advised again.

"I like that." She said.

"What?" 

"When you call me 'honey' – it makes me feel, I don't know ... special. Like you really care about me." She said, sounding a touch maudlin.

"But I do ... I really do care very much about you." I said, quite sincerely.

"How could you? You only met me a couple hours ago."

"After all we been though together, how could you say that?" I said and chuckled, but there was a serious note to what I said, as well.

She drained her second drink and held out her glass again. Reluctantly, I filled it.

"Well, yes there's that. But you don't know anything about me. Shit, you wanted to bring me home with you and you didn't even know my name." She argued.

"True."

"I could be a real bitch, or a slut, or a thief, or anything ... you really don't know anything about me."

"You are sooooo right. We really should to get to know one another better. So ...please ... tell me more about the slut part ..." 

She grabbed one of the little pillows off the couch and hit me over the head with it; several times.

"Oh you!" 

I grabbed another pillow and we had a brief battle. I won, of course. She said she was the victor, but you really have to consider ... oh, never mind.

When we returned to being adults, I noticed how radiant she looked when she smiled and wasn't thinking of her troubles. So I told her.

"Did you know that you are extraordinarily beautiful when you smile?" I said.

"Oh my ... what brought that on?" She asked. I had taken her totally by surprise.

"Ah ... its part of the ravishing process; its early stage ravishing, or, as some call it 'pre-ravishing'." I confessed.

She was lying back on the sofa with her head resting on the arm of the couch. Her feet were resting on my lap and without shoes, her feet were bare. 

"What comes after pre-ravishing?" She asked. She held out an empty glass again.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes ... in addition to being a slut, I'm also a lush." She said. "And it was you're idea. Remember, the best way to deal with stress?" 

I poured her another and tried to skimp a bit since I was concerned she'd had several strong drinks in quick succession. 

"A little more please." She directed as I poured. "So, let's get back to the ravishing process, I find it fascinating. You were describing what comes after pre-ravishing."

"Oh yes, ah ... well ... this ..." I said as I started to tickle the bottoms of her feet which were still resting on my lap.

"Oh shit! Stop! Oh no .. please ... oh oh oh .., please ... you're horrible! Stop it ... stop ..." She pleaded. 

She squirmed and tried to pull her feet away from me but I held them on my lap with one hand while I tortured her with the other. After a bit, I stopped. With her feet squirming around on my lap, I noticed a stirring in my lap and I was afraid that with her feet still resting there, she might notice, too. 




A Walk on the Beach



"I'm sorry, but I really don't think that tickling is a part of ravishing." She complained.

"Well, if ravishing doesn't suit you, we can take a break and come back to it. So, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself; like, how old are you, where do you live, what's your major in school, what do you want to do with your life? You know, little things like that." I said, still doing my best to keep her mind off that creep of a boyfriend.

"Oh ... OK then, I'm twenty – just turned twenty last month." She said, starting to comply with my request, but I interrupted her.

"Whoa, hand me your glass." I told her. 

"It's not empty – I've slowed down, honest." She said.

"But, you're not twenty-one, it's illegal in this state, so I can't let you drink." I said.

"Hey, now that's not fair ... and it's all your fault; you're the one plying me with liquor to get me drunk so you can ravish me." She protested, playfully.

"Well ... alright, but if any cops show up to raid the place, I'll say you brought the booze with you." She giggled and took another drink, which did finish her glass.

"Well, here's my glass now, but you have to fill it for me." She said.

The ice was gone, so I got up to go to the kitchen for more. I returned and poured more bourbon in both glasses, as mine was empty too. I was about to hand her the glass when she sat up, and scooched over next to me.

"Don't you want your drink?" I asked,

"In a minute; I want something else, first." She said,

"Oh, what would that be?" I said; I was curious.

"More ravishing." And she pulled my head gently over toward hers and kissed me.

The kiss was not a fiery passionate kiss, but rather, soft and gentle and tender. Without thinking I put my arms around her and held her close and I felt the warmth of her body next to mine and her heart beating in her slender frame.

The kiss lasted for a rather long time and when she'd finished, there was silence. Finally, she spoke.

"Did you like that?" 

"Well, of course. What normal red-blooded male would not enjoy kissing such a beautiful young woman as you? But, I have to ask myself, and you, if it's such a good idea? After all, you're very vulnerable right now ... too much booze." I told her.

I added the booze thing at the end to lighten up my otherwise serious observation regarding her susceptibility given events of earlier in the day. Then another thought occurred to me; that being my own vulnerability. With my divorce well underway, it had been many months since I'd been with a woman, for sex that is. I'd had a few dates that hadn't gone anywhere.

Her answer was simple and direct – she kissed me again; with more heat and ardor. Her tongue invaded my mouth and her hot breath mingled with mine. As she kissed me, she swung a leg over me and straddled my lap and pushed me against the back of the sofa. 

Naturally, my hands explored her exquisite slim form and they slipped under her thin top. My hands ran over the bare flesh of her back and discovered that she wore no bra. 

Her hands were on my head, grasping at my hair. The kiss went on with our tongues engaged in a graceful ballet when she broke off and sat up, and still straddling me, she pulled her top up over her head exposing her small, but exquisitely beautiful and pert breasts. As she sat back on my lap, I felt my raging hard-on pressing against her bottom. She felt it too, because she started wriggling her bottom over it stirring things up even more.

"What think you of your fair lady's bosom, Sir Knight?" She asked, coyly.

I replied by drawing her closer and placing my lips gently on her sweet breast. My tongue traced warm wet circles around her soft nipple. I blew lightly on the little nub and watched in fascination as it grew and hardened. I sucked the rigid bud into my hungry mouth and heard her sigh with delight.

"Oh Frank ... that feels so nice ... I just love that ..." She said softly.

After ravishing one nipple I switched to the other. After a long time, I sat back.

"That was an example of stage two ravishing." I told her, and gave her a big smile. 

Her bottom still squirmed on my lap and the large lump there kept pressing into her.

"Hmmm ... that was exceedingly agreeable, Sir Knight." She said, and kissed me again. "Wouldst think we might advance with haste to such point where thou presently fucks the fair lady?"

She stood and unzipped her shorts and pulled them over her hips and she let them fall to the floor; she wore no panties. And, she had no pubic hair; her mound was shaved clean. There was a small tattoo of some oriental design on her flat tummy below her navel and to the left side. I leaned forward and place my hands on her hips and drew her to my lips. I kissed her belly and ran my tongue around the inside of her belly button. I felt her quiver.

The tip of my tongue slid slowly down to the crease that defined her womanhood. My lips pulled on her pink and swollen outer lips; I sucked the flesh of her into my mouth and savored the sweet salty taste of her. Her womanly fragrance was musky and heady. She spread her legs for me and put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me forcefully into the moist softness of her sex.

"Frank ... please ... my clit ... ooooooooo yeeeeeeeeees." She squealed; I did as m'lady bid me.

My tongue swirled over the swollen tip of that most sensitive part of her. It felt larger than most of the clits I'd experienced, which, if truth be told, have not been many. I sucked it eagerly between my lips and flicked the tip of my tongue over it, rasping at the tender tissue as her hips twisted and writhed to escape such sublime torture. 

My heart raced with excitement. My head felt light as I absorbed the feel of her, her aroma, her soft sighs, the mewling of her contentment; I became lost in her, administering bliss, sensing her response, delighting in her delight.

Megan trembled; I felt her body giving way and held her hips tighter to give her support. Mewling transmuted to rasping throaty deep moaning as I felt her whole become tense, then convulse. She crumpled on top of me gasping. I lifted her and laid her upon the couch still panting from her joy.

"That would be stage three ravishing," I said and stood. I removed my pants and shorts, pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it carelessly across the room, and then I knelt between her legs and put my hands on her hips again and pulled her closer to my waiting cock.

"Now ... m'lady shall be royally fucked." She smiled in anticipation.

She hooked the heels of her feet over my shoulders and lifted her hips slightly to align her entrance with me. I moved forward until the head of my shaft touched the warmth of her sex. I moved in even more and my cock spread apart her lips, then, it slid upward in the warm slick grove of her pussy until, pressing her raw and sensitive nub, her body wrenched away in response.

"Fuck me Frank ... please ... fuck me now." She pleaded.

I grasped my member and guided it to the entrance of our mutual pleasure and pressed it slowly inward. She gasped and sighed as each millimeter of my meat penetrated the tightness of her silky flesh. My hands sought out her breasts and I felt the rise and fall of her breathing. She placed her hands over mine and held them tightly against her soft bosom.

"Oooooh Frank ..." Her voice sounded desperate, tears welled in her eyes making them glisten, and then one tear overflowed and slowly made its way down her lovely cheek.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked, concerned.

"Oh gawd ... you're so beautiful ... and you're a part of me ... I'm so happy Frank ..." 

She reached up and pulled my head down to hers and she kissed me, much like our first kiss with just tenderness and love – not hot with passion. I felt her hips tilt under me with want and desire and I sank even further into her. Her kiss became more ardent, her arms squeezed my neck and her body writhed under mine telling me of her extreme need.

I thrust into her and heard her moan in answer; I thrust again, harder, and she gasped her delight. I felt the pressure of her teeth on my ear squeezing the soft lobe to within a hair's breadth of pain. I felt her fingers dig into my back; her nails threatening to draw blood, but I felt no pain, no displeasure. My only thoughts were for her; to give her everything she longed for, every exquisite sensation I had it in my power to offer, every delight I might manifest for her ... it was all for her. Her legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me urgently into her. 

"Harder ... fuck me harder ... hurt me baby ... hurt me ..."

I gave her everything I had. Every ounce of my being went into penetrating, slamming, fucking her lithe body, my fingers crushed her sweet breasts until I felt her sex clinch my cock, pulsing, convulsing, and then I heard her shriek, and still I gave her all I had, and more.

She pulled me down on top of her and I covered her with my strength; I blanketed her with my love. My mouth devoured the sweet flesh of her neck. My hot breath filled her ear as my tongue traced the outer edge and then every crease and ridge until my wet appendage penetrated her ear as my stiff cock did her sex. I felt her shudder; felt her hands roaming over my back, I felt the rise and fall of her chest and the racing beat of her heart and my soul disappeared in her.

I kissed along her jaw and up her check; there was a tang of salty tears. I kissed her closed eyelids and tasted more brackishness.

"You're crying again ... " It was more a question of concern than an observation.

"I'm OK, Frank ... it's just ..." 

"Hmmm?"

"I've fallen in love with you Frank."

"And I, you." I confessed to her. Though, I thought her love would fade quickly given all that had transpired, but I knew mine would not and I was willing to accept wherever the future might offer in return for whatever affection she might have for me, then.

I was still inside her and still very stiff – I had not climaxed, but then, at my age it was no surprise. 

"Frank, make love to me some more ... please ..."

I did. It was less frantic, with more tenderness and exploring and saying sweet things to each other, then, she wanted more roughness. I gave her more orgasms and finally I exploded inside her as she stood before the couch, bent over, with her hands supporting herself on the back of the sofa. And I was hanging on to her slim hips for dear life as I slammed her petite form and she squealed in ecstasy each time my hips smashed into her. 

"Aaaaaaargh aaaaaaaaaah gaaaaaawd!" I yelled and grunted and groaned as I emptied my seed into the tightness of her womanhood.

"Oh yes Frank! Cum in me Frank ...fill me ... ooooooooo ... eeeeeeeeee ..." And she too came. 

When I withdrew, she turned and licked my wet cock and sucked on the tip of it.

"I love the taste of cum Frank." She revealed. 

There was some of the thick white stuff dripping from her and starting to run down her leg which she scooped up with her fingers and brought to her mouth. She licked most of it off, but left some, and then pressed her fingers to my lips. I sucked her fingers greedily into my mouth. I had tasted my own cum before, and so, was not surprised or put off.

"Do you like?"

"Oh yes, honey." I said and watched her face light up with delight. "Here, sit on the couch and slid you hips up to the edge."

She did and I knelt before her and lapped at the thick juice as it seeped slowly from her. Then, I half stood and leaned over her to deposit as much of the salty stuff as I could her waiting mouth.

"Hmmm ... yummy, thank you baby ... is there more?"

There was, and I gave it all to her.

After my climax, "Spike", as my ex called it, needed a long rest. We talked and began the process of knowing each other, at least as well as two separate souls can in this life.

Of the many things I learned, one was that we only had a few more short days to be together before she had to return to school. I booked a flight for her, even though her college wasn't that far away but it would have entailed an eight hour drive so a plane was far more practical.

After our strenuous love making, she finally developed an appetite and wanted pizza; which I called for, and it arrived after about forty-five minutes. In the mean time, we showered together and enjoyed washing each other and kissing and fondling. Her body was exquisite and delicate and firm and I just could not get enough of her.

The door bell rang while we still showered and I had to jump out quickly and throw on a terry robe to get the pizza. As I stood at the door fumbling to pay the young man and hold the pizza box, as well as, keep my rob from opening because I'd not had time to tie it, Megan came walking into the living room putting her long dark, and very wet, hair up in a towel. She wore nothing else. That's when I learned what a tease she can be.

I shoved a ten dollar tip into the guy's hand and bid him good night as I shoved the door closed with my hip.

"I don't believe you just ... you knew he was there ... and ..." I stammered.

She just walked up to me and knelt. My rob had fallen open so she sucked my flaccid cock into her sweet warm mouth and sucked me until I was hard.

"Was I a bad girl?" She said, looking up at me with her soft sensitive expressive eyes.

"Yes!" I said, though I didn't mean it.

"Then you'll have to punish me. I think I deserve a spanking, don't you?" She said suggestively.

I'd only met one girl in my life who enjoyed being spanked, my first girlfriend in college. My ex liked rough sex very much like I'd discovered Megan did, but my ex was never into spanking. Megan adored it.

She had me sit on the edge of the sofa and she lay across my lap and told me to punish her for being bad. I slapped her bare bottom – she still only had a towel and that was wrapped in her hair. The first slap was not hard, but it made a loud smacking sound and there was a pink imprint of my hand on her bottom.

"Oh that wasn't hard at all ... how can you keep me from being a bad girl like that? Harder baby ... please ..." So I gave her a good hard wallop and she shrieked. 

I thought I'd hit her too hard but then realized the shriek was one of pleasure.

"Oh yes baby ... more ... more ... oh gawd more!"

So I gave her about a half dozen more really hard whacks. Her bottom was bright red and she was twisting her hips and moaning with desire. My legs were wet from her secretions as she was so wet with excitement. I stood her up and asked if she was alright – it took a bit for it to sink in how excited she'd become from being spanked. She pushed me roughly back on the sofa and climbed onto my hard cock – I've never been into pain and so I was somewhat surprised how stiff I was from being the administrator of her punishment. 

Without delay she twisted and rocked and bounced up and down on my shaft. She put the fingers of both her hands between her legs and I watched as she rubbed herself. When I felt she was getting close I smacked her bottom and she yelped.

"O gawd yes! Again ... please (smack) ... harder (smack) ..." The last whack sent her over the edge into another immense climax. 

I held onto her shoulders to keep her from falling off. The episode of her spanking and the wild sex after had me so excited me that I felt my own orgasm was not far off.

"I'm going to cum again honey if you can help me ..." I whispered into her ear.

She was recovered enough and got the message, so she started slamming her tight pussy up and down on my cock once again and in a few minutes I erupted into her once more.

The pizza was very cold by the time we ate and it had to be irradiated in the microwave.

We spend most of the few days we had remaining to us, in bed. Actually, now that I think of it, we were rarely in a bed, except to sleep – we fucked just about everywhere except the bed, including one evening on the beach. When it came time for her to go back to school, she refused, saying she wanted to stay and live with me. I couldn't let her do that as much as I wanted her to stay but I agreed to rebook her flight to a few days later – she said there were some classes she could cut without any affect – and, so we had a few more days together.

I finally got her on the plane and she finished out the semester but she was terribly unhappy – and so was I. I flew her down for a couple long holiday week ends which helped, but when the school year ended, she transferred her credits to a smaller local college and moved in with me and she now commutes to school. 

Where it will go from here I have no idea – I tell her every so often that she should find someone her own age, that I'm far too old for her. When I do, she gets angry with me and she says I am trying to get rid of her, and I assure that I am not, because I really don't know what I'd do without her ... probably ... kill myself. 



A Walk on the Beach



The sun was beginning to set on a lovely day as we walked along a boardwalk. We had been vacationing together in this small seaside resort town and have had the time of our live. We had just left the restaurant and were holding hands and talking, walking down from the boardwalk to the beach below it. It was summer, but by this hour things had cooled off some, so most the day's tourists were indoors now. Only stragglers were left, enjoying the emptying beach. We hit the bottom of the passage from the boardwalk and stopped to remove our shoes. Walking on the beach was so much better in bare feet. Our shoes were placed in the bag she carried and we continued on. We made small talk, observations, and declarations to one another how wonderful this trip had been. As we traveled the beach, we reached a section where a pier connected to the boardwalk jutted out over the water for sightseers.

Just as we passed one of the pillars the held up the pier, she pushed me against it and we began to kiss. As the sun set over the horizon and the beach was lit only in a dark orange, we lustfully got close to each other, our lips and tongues doing what they wanted. My arms wrapped around her back as I got caught up in the moment, enjoying the feel of her breasts pressed into my chest. The kiss distracting me, I didn't realize until too late that she began to undo my belt, right there on the beach. Smiling like the devil, she pulled away from the kiss, slipping my belt off nicely. I was somewhat embarrassed that she had stripped away my belt, but despite my objection of people being able to see, I felt my heart beat faster and she knew the situation was turning me on. I watched, growing slightly flushed, as she hid my belt away in her bag. She began walking out from under the pier and motioned for me to follow. It was no big deal, though. I didn't truly need the belt, even if my pants were slightly loose now. I quickly caught up to her and continued our walk.

A while down the beach and the sun was all but gone, the sky was now that wonderful purple color in between the blue of day and the pitch black of night. We had traveled quite a bit past the pier and the amount of people on the beach was now dwindling quickly. A few couples were still straggling like us, taking walks, but it was mostly deserted. Most people had packed and left or were up on the boardwalk now as the moon made it's nightly appearance. She sped up her pace some, and I followed her as she led us around the backside of this dune that jutted out, it's tall beach grass blowing in the slight wind. From behind this dune, we were cut off from view of both the boardwalk and those on the beach, but not by much. She stopped and smiled her devil's smile at me, motioning close. We kissed once more, but only for a moment. I looked down and could only watch as she unbuttoned my pants. Right there on the beach, I was formally stripped of my pants and was now in just boxers and my t-shirt. She had me give them to her to hold, and I couldn't resist her beautiful face. Into the bag they went, joining my belt, and off we walked. I silently hoped people would assume me for wearing a bathing suit in the dark of night, but also was starting to feel aroused at my exposure. Never before had I been this undressed in full view of people. But she held my hand, kissed my cheek, and before I knew it we were strolling along like nothing was different. After a while, I had become accustomed to my predicament and didn't think much of it. I know I got some double takes from other couples, but people passed me without so much of a word. It was too dark for them to really tell by now.

It was full on night now as we continued our leisurely stroll. As we passed less and less people, we happened upon a life guard station. It was abandoned at this hour naturally, and she tugged me behind it. Once again we began to make out, filled with lust. Her body against me in my pantsless state resulted in an erection, but I didn't care. In my mind, we were the only people in existence. It was that mindset that allowed what happened next. Once more, she broke the embrace and began to lift up my shirt. My mouth objected, but my body moved to make her job easier. She knew I had fantasies of exhibitionism and seemed set on helping me achieve them. I was there in public now in nothing but boxers. I was now embarrassed and she knew it. I was also rather aroused at it all, and she knew that too. Not that it was unusual for a man on a beach to be topless, but normally they aren't also in their underwear. 

I don't think I could have done this if it was still daylight, but at night I fooled myself to think I could pass for a man in a bathing suit. The shirt now in her bag, she teased my bulging boxers and led me away from that life guard station. I was feeling a massive combination of adrenaline, arousal, anxiety, and excitement as I followed her, looking around to make sure nobody could see me. If someone on the boardwalk had glanced down to the beach, they would have easily seen us. Perhaps they would think it odd, perhaps not, but their opinion didn't matter. My favorite woman in the world was leading me through an exciting adventure and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The moon was full tonite, and between my near nudity and the fun we were having, many laughs were shared. She carried a bag on her shoulder, and with the exception of the boxers I wore, all my clothes were now in it. She, of course, remained clothed, but I didn't mind. She laughed at the bounce of my obvious erection with every step, and I would blush, but I loved it. Every couple of steps now, we would stop to kiss, her hand toying with my cock through the flimsy boxer material. She was keeping me on edge to make sure the cooler night air didn't keep it down. The beach, while dark and mostly void of people, was a stark contrast to the boardwalk, which hadn't slowed down with activity quite as much. We slowly made our way closer and closer to the boardwalk with each step. At the bottom of another walkway back up to the boardwalk level, she stopped me once again. It was very dark in this small corner and could be easily overlooked by anyone looking out to the sea. I knew what she wanted before she even stopped to turn around. As she watched me in the dark, I slid my boxers off and stuffed them in her bag myself. There I was, stark naked, a full erection standing tall, and fully open for any wandering eyes. Her eyes were lustfully staring directly at my cock now. I merely walked close in towards her, held her body against mine, and we kissed. It was the most passionate kiss of the night,, her hands reaching behind me to grab my ass tightly. We both moaned softly as we made out, just out of site of everyone. It was a wonderful end to a wonderful day shared with the most wonderful person. The only thing left to be seen was when she would let me dress again. I had hoped it would be before we got back on the boardwalk. 



A Walk on the Beach



A young couple are on the beach walking hand in hand. The waves are rolling up crashing on their feet. The sun is warm and the ocean is sparkling.

He holds her close as they are walking, letting his hand trail down to her butt, gently caressing it. She blushes and giggles resting her head on his shoulder. It is almost sunset and they decided to watch the sun go down on the horizon.

As they walk down the beach they come to a secluded pathway. Tugging on his hand, she leads him onto the path, which leads to a big grassy area surrounded by big rocks. They decide on a place to sit in the tall soft grass as the sun begins to set.

As they are sitting next to each other, she leans into him, taking in his scent. His hand starts to wander and gently makes contact with her soft thighs. He starts to rub and caress her, moving down her leg and back up to her thigh. Smiling, she reaches for his hand and pulls herself onto his lap facing him.

They stare into each others eyes, taking in every detail of the others face. They move closer until their lips touch. They start to kiss, softly at first, but become more passionate.

With their tongues dueling, he starts to let his hands wander down her back, pulling at her bikini strings. Moving his mouth down her neck, planting gentle warm kisses, she lets her hands roam all over his bare back.

He kisses down until he reaches her cleavage. She pauses for a moment, removing her bikini top, giving him access her ample breasts. Gently he massages them, lightly squeezing her nipples. She lets out a soft sigh as she moves her hands to his head massaging his neck and head. He bends down and sucks one nipple in his mouth, nibbling and sucking while tweaking the other. He moves his head to the other to give the same treatment and attention. 

She can feel his cock hardening through his swim shorts, and starts to grind up against it. He finishes fondling and sucking her breasts and she pushes him back. She starts to massage his strong chest, working her way down to the waistband of his swim shorts. She pulls out his hardening cock, it grows harder with her touch. She brings her mouth down and sucks his cock in, only for a few seconds, just enough to get it wet. She pulls her mouth off and with a firm, but gentle grip starts to pump his cock with her fist, while her other hand fondles his balls.

His cock starts to leak precum, as it starts to throb to her strokes. not wanting to cum just yet, he sits up and lays her down on her back. As he lays her down he hooks his thumbs into her bikini bottoms and pulls them down. She lifts her butt up to help him. Tossing the bottoms aside he pulls the rest of his shorts off and lays on top of her, his hard cock pressing into her belly, smearing a bit of precum across her.

She reaches between them and swipes it up. Bringing it to her lips and licks she licks it off. He reaches down and rubs her pussy. It is wet with her juices. Scooping some up with his fingers, he does the same, licking his fingers clean. They go back to kissing, pulling each other closer.

They taste each other on the opposites lips. His cock jerks, poking into her soft skin. Raising up a little he grabs his cock and moves it to her pussy entrance, running his hardness between her lips.

As they gazed lovingly at each other it seems as of their movements were synchronized. Just as he moves to push his cock in, she thrusted up to accept him. Pausing for a moment to adjust to his thickness, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.

He put his hands on the ground just under her arms. They began to thrust against each other. He moved his cock in and out of her in long gentle movements as she thrusted against him to match. As they moved towards climax both were grunting and moaning. Their wet skin was slapping together as they carried on. She reached down between both their bodies and rubbed her clit in small circles.

Pumping in and out of her pussy, he was starting to grt close to the edge. Wanting to change positions, he rolled to the left, pulling her on top of him. She quickly found his cock again, positioning it into her wet pussy. She slid down on top of him, bending down for a kiss.

She moved back up, bouncing up and down in his cock, while he thrusted in and out of her matching her moves. Her breasts where bouncing and jiggling with her movements. He raised his hands up to cup and suck them in the remaining sunlight. Grunting and growling escaped both of there lips. She started to cum. He felt warm fluid all around his cock. As her orgasm continued, he pushed all the way into her, shooting his cum deep inside.

After their orgasms subsided, they laid next to each other enjoying each others's touch. The sun had nearly disappeared as the evening stars started to peak out into the sky.

They stayed like that for awhile, wrapped in each others arms, gently kissing. Just as the last bit of sunlight had disappeared, they sat up and got dressed. Hand in hand they headed for home in the moonlight.



A Walk on the Beach



She had been walking along this same sidewalk every evening for four months and loved the ocean view it offered. The sunsets could be breathtaking with their vibrant reds and lush, deep orange hues and the sounds of the waves breaking on the beach took her mind off of work and all the crap that she had to put up with every day. At fifty-five, she was finally feeling as attractive as her husband had always told her she was, but now, she had lost the weight that had made her so self-conscience for so much of her life and was enjoying the approving glances and occasional flirtations she received from strange men whenever she was out. 

She was 5'8" tall, weighed 145 pounds, had red hair and was 40-28-38 with D cup breasts that bounced and swayed nicely on her chest and she knew exactly how to walk to display them to their best advantage. She did her power walks every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings and always wore black, skin-tight Lycra leggings with a blue or pink sports bra and a white, loose fitting tank top. She had her MP3 player and had one of her favorite artists, who she thought had the best music to walk to as she covered her two mile trek from home to the turnaround and back. Most evenings, the sidewalk had other walkers or joggers on it and they gave each other a nod of recognition as they passed on their personal journeys to nowhere.

On this particular Friday night, the fog had started to roll in off the Catalina Channel and the lights along the path were humming and popping the way they always do in the damp, Long Beach fall evenings. She had gone about three-quarters of a mile, when she noticed a group of young men sitting on a concrete table next to a small apartment complex with the parking underneath it. To her mind, they did not seem to notice her and she gave them no notice beyond a cursory glance as she moved on at her rapid pace.

At the one mile turnaround point the plumpish redhead stopped briefly to retie her shoe and to adjust her sports bra, which, because it was the oldest of the three she had, had twisted just enough to bind her left breast and expose a bit too much of her right one. Once everything was back in its proper place, she headed back the way she had come, knowing that a hot shower and glass of Pinot Grigio was waiting for her, once she cooled down. As she approached the building where the young men had been sitting, she noticed that they were no longer there and she guessed that they must have gone inside to escape the night dampness and chill that had descended upon the City of Long Beach, CA.

The voice on her earphones was singing something about surrender and retreat as she approached the parking garage under the little apartment complex and she was in the zone when one of the young men she had seen earlier stepped out in front of her, bringing her up short and causing her to stop to avoid running into him. She brought her hands up to keep from bumping into him and he grabbed both her wrists, holding her tightly as a second person stepped up behind her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Together, the two pushed and dragged her into the parking structure and around to the front of a small car that was sitting in the first parking spot.

One of the two yanked her headphones off while a third man appeared out of the darkness. As yet, she had been too shocked to scream, or even talk and as she opened her mouth to say something to her captors, she felt cold steel at her throat as one of them said;

"Open your mouth and I will cut you. Do you understand?"

The terrified mature woman simply shook her head and whispered:

"Yes."

There was one, very dim, 25 watt bulb in the parking bay and she could smell the beer on the men's breath as the faint smell of a good joint wafted through the cool night air, as they maneuvered her to the very back parking spot while their hands roamed over her breasts and ass.

"You have really nice tits." One of the men said as his fingers sought out her nipples through the tank top and sports bra she wore.

"I really need to see them." He continued while she felt the warm hood of a car against her ass as her tank top was pulled up over her head and tossed to the floor.

"Please, don't." She whispered to the men, who only laughed and redoubled their efforts to get her sports bra off.

The plump redhead had pulled her hands up to shield her breasts from the pawing fingers of her tormentors when she felt the knife slide under her right bra strap and flick up, severing the elastic and material like it was soft butter. She froze as she felt the blade glide across her back to her left shoulder, where it rendered the left strap as useless as the right had become. Finally, the tip of the blade trailed down her spine, causing her to shiver, and sending goose bumps across her body that manifested themselves on her breasts as rock hard, erect nipples that poked out through the thin Lycra. Finally, she felt the back strap separate and then the man that stood in front of her hooked one finger into the cloth between her D cup tits and pulled. Now topless in front of the three men, her nipples stood at attention and she blushed from forehead to cleavage.

"Let's see these big tits of yours." The guy in front of her said as the ones on either side took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms down, exposing her melon-sized globes and causing all three men to whistle softly.

"I gots to suck these things." The man with the knife said as he lightly pushed the other man out from in front of her, bent down and inhaled her right nipple, gently caressing it with the tip of his tongue as he did so, causing a low, soft moan to escape from her. 

The man who had been on her right side pulled her away from the car her ass rested on and slid in behind her.

"Lean back momma." He said as he placed both hands on her hips and guided her ass back to rest against the bulge in his jeans.

"Please, don't." She pleaded again, but the men just chuckled as one of them said:

"We don't plan on hurting you...much."

The man she was resting against began to lightly kiss the back of her neck as he kneaded and pinched her left breasts. He dragged the tip of his tongue down her spine as he pushed her upper body forward, then went back to fondling her breast.

"Dude, switch tits, so I can play with the right one." He said to his friend, who was still nibbling and gnawing on the her right tit.

"Damn, look at those nipples get hard." 

The man in front said as the goose bumps on her breasts caused her aureola to crinkle up and her nipples harden again as yet another soft moan escaped her.

"Let me see how she tastes." The third guy said as he turned her head and planted his lips on hers.

"Open your mouth and let me tongue fuck you, bitch." He said with a hint of anger in his voice.

To make his point, he reached up and took her left nipple between his thumb and index finger, then pinched and twisted it as hard as he could.

"AAAGGGHHH." The woman moaned, but she opened her lips enough for the man to snake his tongue into her mouth and lightly tease her tongue.

"That's better." He said to her as he released her nipple and began to message her entire breast.

He rubbed the entire globe with his palm, then dug his fingers into it and gently twisted it from side to side. Finally, he rolled her still erect nipple between his fingers and placed the palm of his hand against it, rolling the nipple from side to side as he did.

"Oooooohh." She softly moaned again.

"Let's see if she is a natural redhead." The third man said as he dropped to his knees and scooted himself in between her and the man who stood in front of her, playing with her tit.

"Yeah, let's see if she is a bottle redhead or a real one. I am betting real." The man who stood behind her said, as he continued grinding his crotch into the valley of her ass cheeks.

"No, please don't. Just let me go and no one else will ever know our secret." The frightened woman said to the three men.

"Not till we find out if you are a real redhead."

The kneeling man said to her as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her running pants and tried to tug them down.

"Shit, they're too tight. Give me the knife." He said as the man who had cut her bra off handed him the knife as the blade snapped open with a loud "Click."

"No, please." She whimpered as she felt the blade slide between her pants and her skin and slide down her left leg.

Before she could protest again, the right leg of her running pants was also split.

"Man, you got her panties too." One of the men said as she felt the cool, damp sea air on her naked skin.

"See, she IS a natural redhead." The man who had cut her pants away said to the others, with a laugh.

"We got to get this shit out of the way." He said as he tugged at the clothing until it slid out from between her legs.

She was now naked, except for her socks and running shoes and the men all whistled their approval of her nakedness as three pairs of hands began to explore her body in earnest.

"Tilt your head back." The man behind her said as he took her chin in his hand and raised it.

"When was the last time you had a hickie?" He asked leaning his head forward until his lips were on her neck where he began to suck, turning the side of her neck purple and causing her to whimper louder than she had to that point.

"Yeah, yeah. Hickies on her titties too." Said the man on her right as he leaned down and began to cover her right breast in the same type of purple marks that his friend was covering her neck and right shoulder with.

"Look at that." The man who had been sucking on her tit said as he stepped back enough for the others to see that the entire outside of her 

right breast was covered in purple "love bites". 

He had also made a complete circle of them around her nipple and down the front of her breast to her chest.

"Fuckin 'A'" The guy on the left said as he began to cover that breast with purple, so that in just a few minutes, it matched the right tit and her neck.

"Man, if I keep grinding my dick into her ass like this, I am going to cum in my pants. I need more." The guy behind the trapped woman said.

"Dude, I been trying to get her legs open, but she just won't give." The man who had cut her pants and panties off said.

"I got just a little bit of smell on my fingers, but I can't get her legs open enough to get in good." He continued as he tried to snake a hand in between her firmly clinched thighs.

"Fuck this! I am going to stick my dick in her."

The man behind her said as he slid out from behind her and peeled his jeans down to his knees.

"Move your ass up on the hood." He demanded.

"I said; get your ass up on the hood of the car." 

The man demanded of the unmoving woman as he flicked the knife tip across her breasts and opened up a small cut just below both nipples.

"Next one is going right across your nipples." He said as he pointed at the car and stared her down.

"Okay, yes, I will." The plump woman said as she scrambled to get away from the razor sharp knife that had nearly cut both of her nipples open.

In an attempt to defuse the situation, one of the other men said; 

"Shit, she looks stupid in just her shoes and socks. Take those off, too, bitch. Here dude, have another beer."

"Sure, yeah I need another beer." The knife wielding man said.

"Yeah, take off your shoes. Now lay back with your knees bent and your ass right on the edge of the hood and spread your pussy open for me."

All she could do was whimper, even as she stepped out of her shoes and complied with the directions she had been given, spreading her pussy open as far as she could.

"Damn, that is one pink pussy. It looks dry; I think it needs a little lube in it." He said as he scooted up to the bumper of the car and spit on the head of his dick.

After looking at his dick with its little dribble of spit on its head, the man said:

"You know what? I think she should suck my cock. What do you guys think?"

"Yean man, and when she is done, she can suck ours too." One of the other men replied.

"Get your ass down here and suck my cock." The first guy snapped at the nude woman.

As the plump, mature woman got off the car's hood, one of the other men dropped her tank top on the garage floor for her to kneel on.

"You heard Raph-" The man started to say, only to be cut off by a look from the guy who was waiting for their captive to suck him.

As he grabbed hold of the woman's breasts and positioned her in front of him, the leader said:

"What my friend means, bitch, is get down on your knees and SUCK MY COCK!" 

He emphasized his last three words by using her tits as handles to force her to her knees.

"Oooh. That hurts!" She said as she dropped to her knees, ending up with her mouth just inches from the hard cock in front of her.

"Suck it!" The man demanded again, as he pinched down on her nipples and twisted them as hard as he could.

"Oh Shit!" She exclaimed, but the guy had the results he wanted as he forced his seven inches into her, now open, mouth until his pubes were right against her nose.

The mature plump redhead had sucked several cocks in her life, and this one was neither the largest nor the smallest. But it hit the back of her throat and caused her to gag.

"SUCK IT!" Her assailant demanded as he grabbed her by the hair to hold her head still while he fucked her mouth.

"Okay." She coughed out around the salty tasting penis in her mouth and she raised her left hand, grasped the shaft and started jacking him off in rhythm with her slurping and sucking.

Her lips were formed in a perfect "O" and her tongue danced and played across the tip of the glands as she did her best to bring the cock to orgasm in her mouth.

"Better swallow it, than have it in my pussy." She thought to herself as she increased the speed of her head gliding on the ever-swelling shaft.

"No, that's enough...I said STOP!" The man said as he realized that she was TRYING to make him cum in her mouth.

"STOP!" He demanded loudly as he yanked his cock out of her mouth, grabbed her by her, still aching nipples and pulled her to her feet.

"Get your ass back up on the car and spread your cunt for me." He said as he glared at her for nearly making him squirt his sperm in her mouth.

"No." She said only to have her tormentor dig his fingernails into her nipples and twist again.

She started to scream, but one of the others stepped behind her and clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Dude, just fuck her so the rest of us can too. 

My dick's so hard it fuckin hurts." He said as he guided her back to the car and forced her up on its still warm hood.

"Now, spread your pussy open so my man, here, can stick his dick in you while it's still wet from your sucking." He continued as she scooted up until her ass was right on the edge of the hood.

Lying back without another word, she resigned herself to her fate. She spread her pussy so that her vagina and clit were completely exposed to her attacker as he scooted himself over to the car, lined the head of his cock up with her vaginal opening and pushed it into her to the hilt.

"AAaagghhh." She groaned as her eyes filled up with tears from the pain of the cock skidding down her dry vagina and from the humiliation of being forced into sex with these three men.

"Oh, damn. Her twat is as dry as a fucking desert." Her attacker groaned as he felt the shaft of his cock starting to burn from the friction he was creating stroking her pussy.

"See if there is anything in this car that I can use for lube." He said as he stopped fucking his reluctant cum receptacle.

"Yeah, there's some sunscreen." One of the others said as he tossed the tube to the guy with his prick buried in the woman on the car who had been lying with her head turned to the side and her finger in her mouth, crying. But, at the sound of "sunscreen", her head snapped to face her assailant and she said:

"NO, oh, God no, not sunscreen. It will burn like fire."

"Too bad, it will make my cock slide easier." And with that, he squeezed a big glob of it into his hand and slathered it on the head of his cock and down the full length of his seven inches.

"Here I come." He continued as he stuck his cock back into her plump, open pussy and bottomed out against her pussy lips with one big push.

"This is much better." He said to his friends with a smile as he pumped in and out of her, now well lubricated, pussy.

"Damn, she's good. I can feel her clamping down on my cock and straining to milk the cum from my balls. She wants to be filled with my sperm. Don't you baby?" The leader said as he leaned forward onto her body and started sucking on one nipple while he squeezed and massaged the other breast.

The woman had been starting to feel the burning sensation she had been afraid of as the man pumped in and out of her wide open pussy, but when he leaned forward to suck her nipples and play with her tits, it brought the shaft of his seven inch cock into direct contact with her clit and she began to feel something else stirring in the pit of her belly. Something much different that the burning in her twat.

"I can't take it anymore." One of the others said as he dropped his pants and crawled up on the hood, positioning the head of his dick right by the side of her head. 

"Suck me." He demanded as he turned the woman's head to the side and shoved his cock into her mouth.

"MMMMMMMM" She moaned while the tingling in her crotch became more intense as her clit was rubbed and stroked by the penis invading her vagina.

She turned her head to accept the cock that was waiting for her soft, full, wet lips and slowly abandoned herself to the other one that was now pounding into her pussy.

"Shit that feels nice." The guy said as her lips again formed a perfect "O" and he slid into the warmth of her mouth.

He realized that the woman could not move her head to aid her sucking action, so he began to piston in and out of her mouth. He was transfixed with the shape, size and texture of her lips and he could not help but wonder what they would look like with bright red lipstick on them.

"That's really good." He said as he softly stroked her hair and let his fingers trace the outline of her jaw.

"Damn, listen to her getting into this." One of the two that weren't fucking her said.

The guy was right, she was totally into being used now and her clit stuck out a half inch and was rubbed and bumped by the cock in her pussy while her nipples and tits were being played with, massaged and sucked without mercy

Soft, little high-pitched whimpering indicated she was now totally enjoying her own debasement.

"Mmmmmmm, un huh, un huh. Ooooooouuuu. Huh, huh, huh."

She had only done one three-some in her life, when she was much younger, and had not enjoyed it because she had spent the entire time worrying about getting pregnant. Now, she was well beyond needing to worry about THAT issue and something in her had found its way out so that she just wanted to be used by these four men.

"Oh damn, I am going to cum." The guy fucking her pussy said as he increased his hammering.

"Here it comes." He exclaimed as his cock erupted in the first of at least six jets of white hot semen that shot into her womb and mixed with her own juices.

"Aw, aw, aw, aw, aw, oooooooooooooooooooooooh." 

The woman groaned as her own orgasm surged from her in a huge jet of pussy juice that bathed the cock in her cunt as well as its owner's groin and legs.

"FUCK!" moaned the guy that had been fucking her mouth as he, too, squirted cum into the woman, who now seemed far less reluctant to be fucked than she had when they started.

The cock in her mouth was rapidly deflating as she cooed and murmured;




A Walk on the Beach



"Mmmph, ooo, ooo, more, more."

As the cock fell from her lips, a string of sticky white cum trailed from her tongue and dripped onto the hood of the car. She rolled her head just far enough more to allow her tongue to find it and slurp it up.

When the guy crawled off the car, the cock in her pussy finally went limp and fell out of her. As that guy staggered away from her, the remaining guy pulled her off the car, grabbed her by her hips and spun her around facing the vehicle. He tossed pieces of rope to the two who had just fucked her and said:

"Tie her hands to the two side mirrors and tie her right ankle to the tire, while I tie this one. No, wait! Turn around and bend over, bitch." He said to the woman who did as she was told.

"Man, look at those big titties hang down." One of the men said, to no one in particular.

"I was right!" Said the guy who was now directing things as he knelt beside her and tied some, scratchy, sisal rope around each of her dangling tits.

"Now, stand up." He continued as he tightened the stands up so that her breasts began to turn purple and then blue.

"Now, bend over with your tits down on the car." He demanded, spinning her by a blue tit, just to show her who was in control.

"Now, tie her to the damn car."

Stepping back to admire their handiwork, he smiled and peeled his clothes off. She was now bent over the car with her swelling tits massed into the hood. Her legs were spread wide open, exposing her dripping pussy and the puckered brown ring of her asshole. 

"OOOOhhhhhh." She moaned as the naked man stuck two fingers into her dripping pussy and twisted them from side to side as he pumped them in and out of her, reaching in as far as he possibly could to massage her g-spot, making her whimper like a bitch in heat.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph. Oooooohhh."

Her head, which had been lying flat on the left side of her face, flopped from side to side as she tried desperately to wiggle her hips so that his fingers slid even deeper into her gaping pussy. The naked guy stood there watching her as her hips wiggled and gyrated on his fingers and he decided he wanted to see just how many he could get into her.

"Damn! Look at all that cunt juice running out of her. Shit, watch this homeboy." He said to the guys who had already fucked her, as he pulled his two fingers out of her and then shoved all four back in.

Her head popped up off the car as she groaned out a low-pitched, guttural;

"UH-UN-HUH."

She wailed out her next noise as he dropped to his knees so that he could twist his hand and try to shove the entire appendage into her waiting snatch.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

"Now, watch this." The guy said as he stood back up, smeared sunscreen over his entire cock, stepped up behind her and drove it into her asshole until his sperm laden balls slapped the woman's ass cheeks.

Her eyes flew open and her jaw went slack as the nine inch cock split her asshole open.

"AAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG." She wailed as the pain exploding from her asshole burned its way up her spine and seared into her brain and she spit out:

"STOP, STOP. Oh GOD, please stop. I have never had anything THAT big in my ass before." 

Unfortunately, this only served to egg her assailant on and he slowed his strokes down so that the pain became both excruciating and, much to her surprise, pleasurable.

"OOOOHHHHH." She said with each slow, deliberate stroke of her plump, jiggling ass.

"Look, the bitch is getting into having my salami 

shoved up her fat ass. Oh man, I got an idea to end this shit up with" He said as he pulled his expanding cock all the way out of her, leaving her asshole gaping open and begging for something to be stuck in it.

"Put it back in, please and finish what you started." She begged.

"I want to feel your cum shoot up my ass." She moaned as she struggled against the ropes that held her fast to the car she was bent over.

"You want to feel something in you, don't you cunt?" He said as searched for just the right way to finish the night off.

Seeing an old style Coke bottle on the shelf behind him, he said:

"That, will be perfect." As he grabbed it off the shelf and shoved it into her open pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" She screamed as the invader was shoved into the most sensitive regions of her body.

"You want me to cum in your ass, huh?" The guy said as he shoved his cock back into her, now constricting asshole and pushed in as fast as he could. 

"OOOHHHHH." She moaned as she felt her asshole stretched wide again and her bowels ripple ahead of the massive cock that was burrowing into her.

The guy grabbed her by both shoulders as he buried his full nine inches into her shaking ass and then yanked out of her again. 

"AAAAHHHHH!" She moaned as she attempted to thrust her hips back at the man now pile-driving in and out of her ass at an ever increasing pace. But, the coke bottle in her pussy was restricting her movements, while simultaneously rubbing her g-spot, causing her to secrete an enormous amount of pussy juice.

Through clenched teeth the man said:

"Ohhhhhhh. Fuck, this bitch's ass is nice. She's grabbing my dick with her asshole and milking it. Shit, man I am going to fucking cum." 

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. Shit, fuck! Give it to me, make me scream." The plump woman said as a strange gurgling noise escaped from her throat while her hands clenched and flexed as she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of a stranger's cum shooting into her bowels.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" She moaned as her own orgasm swept over her and left her exhausted and limp on the hood of the car to which she was bound.

"Holy Fuck!" One of the men who had been watching the show said as the limp cock slid out of the woman's well-worn asshole.

"Look at all the pussy juice running down her legs and onto the floor. Damn! The Coke bottle is half-filled with pussy juice. Let's see if she can drink her own snatch fluid." He said as he yanked the bottle from the woman's pussy and held it up to the dim light of the garage.

The three men quickly untied their cum-receptacle from the car, flipped her onto her back and retied her to the car before she could protest. The man holding the bottle poured some of the fluid in the bottle onto her blue, still bound titties and then grabbed her mouth, forcing it open.

"Open up and drink, bitch." He said as he poured her vaginal secretions into her mouth as he pinched her nose shut.

"Arghhh. Please don't." She said as she swallowed her own juices.

"Well, I aint going to waist it." The man said to her as he poured the remainder of the bottle's contents all over her tits, stomach and pussy mound.

Shoving the bottle back into her open pussy, the guy said:

"I hope we see you here again next week. I might bring some more friends."

With that, the three men dressed and left the parking structure, leaving the woman covered in her own pussy juice, dripping cum from her ass and tied to a stranger's car as her tits continued to swell and turn a deeper blue. During the night, two homeless guys who had been watching the proceedings from a safe place, entered the garage and fucked her pussy twice each as they sucked her nipples raw. When morning came and the vehicle's owner went to get coffee, she found the woman still bound to her car and finally released her from her bonds. She slowly explained what had happened to her as they waited for the cops to arrive. When they had finished questioning her, she wrapped herself up in a blanket, went home and stood in the shower for an hour. 

"Next time" She thought to herself, "They are going to be the ones begging."



A Walk on the Beach



My feet blistered from the heat of the sand and the sun blinded me with an overpowering brightness. It's times like these that make me truly hate the summer season. And the beach. Especially the beach. If it wasn't for the fact that the current month brings such harsh tides to the surrounding area, I would never have gotten even remotely close to these forsaken sands. You see, I am not what you would call particularly "wealthy." Most wouldn't even dare to say that I am "Respectable," in fact nearly everyone I come across usually prefers to use the words "Tramp," or "Vagabond," and even "Scoundrel." I personally prefer the term "Adventurer." And right now, I am "adventuring" this beach for some of the oysters that tend to wash up during this season, and then I plan on taking any pearls that they may be holding so that I can make some easy cash in the next town over. Maybe then I could finally buy some boots that still have their soles on the inside. 

I cursed under my breath as I shielded my eyes with an arm and began to wonder if suffering through this heat was actually worth it. I had been walking across this beach for almost an entire ten minutes and I still found nothing. This is almost too much effort for what it's worth. If I keep this up for much longer, I will undoubtedly pass away in a most horrible fashion from all of the heat. And that's when the sun will slowly cook my cadaver, and the salt from the sea will preserve it perfectly. The aroma of my lightly salted and roasted corpse will be irresistible to the birds of the sea. It will be at that point that they will flock to the feast that is my corpse and they will sate their hunger on the most delicious meal they will ever have in their lives. Damn I'm hungry. Maybe I could turn them into a decent lunch once i'm finished searching for pearls. First I need to find those oysters.

I continued my search across the shore, finding absolutely nothing. There were no rocks, there were no shells, and there sure as hell wasn't any oysters. Really now, where are they? Where is anything? All this beach holds is sand and salt. I kicked up some dry sand in my boredom and continued walking. Then I kicked up the sand again. And again. I decided to test my luck and deliver a large sweeping kick to the sand. I watched as the sand shot into the air only to have it blind me as a breeze blew it back into my face. I sputtered and coughed as I tried to wipe the sand away from my eyes only to have it rub in deeper and grind against my skin. I spat out the last bit of sand in time for me to trip over something hard and face-plant into the sand. 

"Aww geez...what the fuck was..." I trailed off as I wiped some sand off my face and looked at my feet. 

An oyster. It was a fucking oyster. I scrambled up into a sitting position and dug the rest of the oyster out of the sand. I grinned hysterically as I lifted the...oddly light mollusc into the air. I turned the oyster over and inspected it further. It was then that I noticed that it was actually not an oyster I was holding, but half an oyster. Shit. I chucked the shell back towards the ocean and sighed in disappointment as it fell just short, lodging itself into the wet sand in front of the tide with a soft "crack." Wait, that can't be right. I stood up and picked the shell back up. I glanced at the sand as the tide washed over my feet and concealed the small mark that was left by the shell. I gave the oyster a quick throw back into the sand, and another "crack" met my ears. I squatted over the sand and ran it through my fingers..

"Must be some pretty Hard sand," I muttered. I decided to dig through it to see what the sound was, but a third "crack" interrupted me. That's when I realized that I was a huge idiot, and that the sound couldn't have been coming from the sand. I shielded my eyes from the sun as I cast my gaze across the beach. Whatever it was that made that sound couldn't have been that far away. I noticed that there was someone in the distance, and they made a quick movement with their hands, almost as if they were slamming something into the ground. As they finished the movement, a soft "crack" echoed through the beach. Now I don't know what that person could be slamming into the sand that's hard enough to make an audible crack, nor do I know what kind of person could be strong enough to hit something into the sand fast enough to crack anything, but I did know that this person was the first thing I found during all my time searching. I stepped out of the tide to get back in the sand and walked towards that figure in the distance to get a closer look.

The first thing I noticed was that this person who was sitting in the sand was an odd shade of light blue. Huh. Furthermore, they seemed as if they were oddly transparent as well, and they appeared to be wearing a dress. Before I got the chance to inspect this strange figure even more, I discovered that there was a dozen or so shells laying in disarray at the person's feet, and a sturdy-looking rock was nestled in the sand in front of them. The person made another quick move, slamming a brown object against the rock's edge, issuing forth a solid "crack." They then pulled the object in two and inspected one of the halves. A girlish giggle left the person's throat as they daintily pulled a small, shiny orb out of the object, holding it between their forefinger and thumb as they looked it over. 

"What a pretty pearl! What are the chances that I would find another one? If this keeps up, I can make a nice little necklace before I head back. Here, rest with all the others in the pile there," The figure finished their sentence by plopping the pearl into the sand behind her. Did she just say pearl and pile? The peculiar girl then picked up another brown object that, now that I have a closer look, is obviously an oyster.

"Woah woah woah! Wait!" I cried out, running towards the sitting girl; I couldn't just let her take all the pearls for herself!

"Hmm? Now who are you?" Her light voice greeted my ears and she placed the oyster down and turned to face me. Then it hit me that this person was not exactly human. You would think that the fact that she was an outlandish color would have tipped me off, but I'm not exactly the sharpest pea in the pod. Now that I can see this girl's face, or more accurately, see through her face, I could finally inspect her features accurately. 

The girl's body was made of an inhuman color, as I mentioned earlier. Her feminine, pleasant face, her pupiless, carefree eyes, her shoulder-length hair and even the dress she was wearing. All of it was the color of the sea. Her figure was also oddly transparent, as if it was some clear ocean water. And about that dress: it seemed to clothe her loosely, with elaborate designs gracing the fringes of her sleeves and skirt. She was even wearing a veil with similar designs. Now that I think about it, the dress she was wearing looked a lot like a wedding dress. The strange transparency of her body and the cerulean shade reminded me a lot of clear water. And the strange way in which her body shimmered and lightly jiggled as it moved reminded me of Jelly. That might just be my hunger speaking. Now all of this is fine and dandy, but i'm a simple man with simple priorities, and right now my priority is wondering why this girl was wearing transparent clothes and was still able to hide her modest breasts all the while revealing the entirety of her thighs and...

The girl giggled again, snapping my attention back to her and away from her nether regions.

"Well? Do you like my dress?" She questioned, standing out of the sand, brushing the grains off of her knees.

"I always thought it was quite beautiful, It could always swim through the waves with such ease." A short twirl served the dual purposes of showing off her dress and figure.

"Wait, hold on a moment," I interrupted, causing her to face me once more with a small smile on her face. "I can see through you, your skin is blue, and you said something about your dress helping you swim. I don't know what you are exactly, so i'm pretty sure that you aren't human." The girl took a few steps towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder. Her touch felt oddly soft, as if it was some sort of gel.

"You're right, I'm not human," she traced a finger down my chest. "But you are," she leaned in close to my ear and whispered "And I think your people are just the cutest things."

I jumped back and placed my hands on her shoulders to hold her still. Her skin was soft and damp, and it felt as if my hands sunk into her shoulders ever so slightly. "Hang on a moment! Let's take a few steps back real quick." I took my hands off of the girl and continued. "I think you have the wrong idea here. All I want is to get my hands on some pearls, and I can't help but notice that you took them all for yourself." I motioned to the quite sizable pile of pearls that was resting in the sand. 

"Oh, is that all you want?" The maiden took another step towards me. "Just some of my pretty little pearls? I have grown quite fond of them, and I would hate to just lose them. Maybe we could make a little trade. I'll let you have everything I found, and in exchange," She wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "Maybe you could do me a favor?"

Now i'm not the most intelligent man, but I knew that she wasn't talking about anything particularly innocent. And if the fact that the girl was pressing her body against mine was any indication, neither was she. "What-uhh, what is it you want exactly?" I managed to stutter out; I had to make sure that she was actually thinking about the same thing I was. She hummed sweetly into my ear, sending vibrations from her breast into mine.

"I want to be your little pearl. I want you to want me," she emphasized this with a light peck on my cheek and smiled sweetly at me. 

Fuck. Alright, well, calm down. This isn't exactly the worst turn of events, I've done worst things for money in the past, and this really isn't the worst proposition in the world. I would have liked another few moments to think this through thoroughly, but it appears that my partner here wanted to cut to the chase.

She sunk to her knees, sliding her hands down my sides and resting them on my hips. My "Pearl" looked up into my eyes and flashed a quick smile before she pressed her mouth against my crotch, cutting off my breath with a gasp. Immediately I felt a strong warmth surge through my being, growing stronger with each passing moment. I could feel myself slowly pushing more and more against the seams of my pants, trying to break free from its tight confines. My partner's open mouth embraced my groin with a blissful heat. The beautiful girl did not look away from my face once. At this point, I could feel a damp warmness slowly seep through my clothes to meet my skin, only serving to redouble my body's efforts to free my member from its imprisonment. I stammered something out about having to drop my pants first. My lover moved her head and broke eye-contact for the first time, glancing at the leather belt that was holding my rugged pants up. Her hands slid away from my hips and met at my belt, carefully undoing the latch. With a slow pull, my pants slid down and caught on my now-throbbing rod. "Pearl" latched one of her hands onto my waistband and jerked it down, jolting her head back as my dick jumped up to greet her. 

"You're almost as excited for this as I am," she grinned, inspecting my dick with a few exploratory prods with her finger. Her tongue flicked out to graze my head and she wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

"Almost as excited," she reinforced her point by slowly pumping her hands against my cock.

Her soft hands had some sort of natural wetness of sorts, and this fact was made perfectly clear when she began to stroke me. She effortlessly ran her fingers across my length, flashing me that oddly innocent smile of her's the entire time. The girl's hands left small traces of whatever it was she was made out of with every stroke, acting as some sort of natural lubricant. With each passing moment, she started to stroke me faster and harder, and the lubricant she was leaving was only enabling her to move more easily. I could feel my breath beginning to run short while an overwhelming heat built up in my cheeks and breast. I had never felt a sensation quite like this before, and as odd as the situation was, I liked it. She continued to pump her hands, barely glancing down at her plaything as she set herself to work. When she finally felt as if my prick was erect enough, she removed her hands from my rod and rested them on my hips. 

My "Pearl" grinned at me from her knees and then shifted her focus to the throbbing manhood in front of her. She leaned forward, placing her lips on the head as if she were giving it a small kiss. Her transparent tongue snaked out of her lips and lifted my tip, guiding it into her eager lips and running my dick down her mouth, reaching the back of her throat. If i thought that her gel-like hands were pleasant, than the interior of her mouth was ecstasy.It felt as if my cock was engulfed in a body of water dedicated to please me. There was even a current inside caressing me. Or maybe that was my lover's tongue. I couldn't tell for sure, but whatever it was, it sure as hell made it worth the fact that I could see my dick getting sucked off by looking through my partner's face. After sliding her head back so that only the tip was resting inside her mouth, "Pearl" looked back up to meet my eyes. She somehow managed to portray the warmth of her smile with her eyes alone. 

The coldness of the air harassed my warm, damp member. Luckily, I did not have to suffer it for long as my lover began to bob her head along my shaft. She worked her tongue across my shaft all the while she pumped her head against my groin, as if she was trying to milk me of the fluids that I could feel building up inside me. The combination of "Pearl's" tongue-massage coupled with her serene, kind face proved too much for me, as I could feel a sensation growing within my crotch. I began to warn my partner that I was about to reach my limit through ragged breaths, but I let my voice trail off when she gave me a wink, wrapping her arms around the back of my hips and pushing her face as close to my body as she physically could, taking my entire length down her throat and closing her eyes as her soft, damp body squished up against mine. I couldn't hold it in any longer, I reached my limit. I let out a ragged moan as I pressed my hands against the back of "Pearl's" head, releasing my seed down her throat. With every new spurt of Jizzm, I could see it as it mixed in with my partner's throat. The white cream floated inside of my lover's body, swirling and mixing with the strange material she was made of.

The girl unwrapped her two hands from behind my back and slipped her mouth off of me with a wet slurp. A few thin strands of blue gel dangled from my cock, connecting it to the maiden's lips. She lifted a hand and wiped the gel off her mouth with her sleeve, letting out another girlish giggle. She got off her knees and stood upright once more while I leaned over and tried catch my breath. The experience knocked the breath out of me, and the cool air tingling my groin did not exactly help me to regain my senses. That wasn't a bad experience, really, but it was quite an odd one. It's not every day that you go from meeting a new girl to cumming down her throat in the first few minutes you meet her. The fact that this girl was some sort of different species only helped to make the experience even more surreal. At any rate, this was now done with and I can finally get what I came for.

"So," I panted, "Glad I could help out. I really need to get going now. I'll just go ahead and take these pearls and.." I began to pull my pants up, walking over to the pile of shiny orbs while I spoke. Before I could reach them, I felt two slender arms wrap around my waist.

"Aww, why don't you stay a little longer? You won't regret it." The girl's head rested on my shoulder, whispering sweetly into my ear. I gently, yet firmly, unlatched her arms from around my waist and said "I appreciate the offer, but I'm a busy man. You see, I am an adventurer, and I need these pearls for...uh, my adventure! So I really need to get going, but I'm glad I could assist you with...whatever...that was," I kneeled down to grab the pearls while I spoke. After grabbing a handful of pearls, I reached down to place them in one of my pockets. An ocean breeze blew past me, ruffling my tattered vest. That was when I felt a numb sting in my arm. The pearls toppled out of my useless hand as my arm fell limply to my side.

"What the hell was.." My question was answered after I turned my head to look behind me, back at the Girl I just spent time with. A long, white thread waved in the air, touching my tricep. My eyes followed the thread to it's source, and it appears that it originated from the girl's skirt. She stared at me blankly for a moment, and I glanced back and forth between the thread and the maiden. 

"Oh...oops," She mumbled nervously. "That was supposed to stun you, I didn't mean to do..well, that," She motioned to my lame arm.

"What the shit?"

"The wind, how should I say this, the wind sort of blew my tentacle off course.." Her voice trailed off.

"What the shit?"

"...I'm not exactly done yet. Sorry!" She flashed me a quick apologetic smile, flicking another thin tentacle out from the bottom of her dress

"What the sh-!" my excellent rebuttal was cut short by the tap of the second tentacle between my shoulders. I felt a strange numbness flow through my limbs, my other arm falling limp and my knees buckling out from under me. I was granted another taste of sand as I fell face-first for the second time that day. Two soft hands rolled me over so that I was looking up into the cloudless azure sky. I would have taken the moment to appreciate the view if I wasn't undoubtedly about to be eaten by some sort of monster. A few quiet footsteps later, the maiden stood over me.

"I never wanted to do this, but I couldn't just let you walk away. Not while you still have so much use left in you," She bent over, grabbing onto my pants and sliding them off my legs. "It's ok, just calm down and let me take care of you," I noticed that for some reason I was erect once more, chalking that up to being caused by whatever it was her tentacles did to me. Speaking of which, I was slowly losing more and more feeling and my eyelids grew heavy. "Just relax, I can take care of everything from here. You've been such a good boy, I'll take care of you real well," The girl positioned herself above my waist, slowly squatting down, holding onto my chest with one hand to stabilize herself as the other gripped my shaft to guide it to its destination. I drifted off into sleep before her body met mine. 

I awakened after what I assumed to be several hours later, if the high sun was any indication. My trousers were thrown over my legs, covering my groin and not much else. I was incredibly groggy, but I was quickly regaining my senses with every passing second. After I regained the ability to sit up, I looked down at my legs and discovered that they were a tender shade of red. Damn. The pain in my legs started to settle in at about the same as the soreness in my pelvis. I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair, shedding off all the sand I could. I took a moment to contemplate my life and criticized every action that led me to this point. As I reached the more recent moments of my series of screw-ups, and sudden dread threw its weight over my shoulders. 

Where are the pearls? Oh no, don't tell me that I dealt with that creature, burnt my legs, and slept in the sand for nothing! I shifted in the sand, trying to regain my balance so that I could stand once more. I soon managed to stand on my shaking legs and looked for those pearls. My pants fell to the ground while I took a quick look around the immediate area. Just as I feared, there was not a single pearl in sight. I sighed, rubbing my face. It was just my luck that something as easy as finding oysters could go so wrong. I resigned myself to defeat and decided to just go ahead and put my pants back on. I pulled my clothes back over my legs, dealing with the stinging pain that I felt every time my skin made contact with the fabric.