0 comments/ 104207 views/ 7 favorites Beaches By: earlbrowder A couple of things you should know about me: I'm not gay; I've always had this thing for dark-skinned women. I graduated from the army at age 21 and headed home to the Bronx. Me and a buddy of mine started up a livery car service. We started with four cars. 15 years later, we had 100 cars and almost 200 drivers. We became the biggest car service in New York City. I got married at 23 - - to my best friend's sister. Rosie and w split up 10 years and three kids later. At age 36, I married Veronica, a 25 year-old dark-skinned Dominican woman, the sister of one of my drivers. Unfortunately, I spent the night before my 40th birthday in Atlantic City with Lucia, Veronica's 22 year-old niece. When Veronica found out, we ended up in divorce court. I'd had enough of the Bronx, enough of the 9 to 9, and enough of the same old faces. At 41, I sold my piece of the business for a hefty chunk of change to my partner. Then, I fulfilled a long-standing dream: I moved to a beach bungalow in Antigua, where I now live 8 months of the year. I keep an apartment in the Bronx and a house in upstate New York where I spend part of the summer. I'd only been in Antigua, settling into a lazy, carefree life of beach, beer, and broads, for four or five months when my childhood friend, Rocco, flew down for a week. Rocco got bored fast, so on his second night we hit the local tourist clubs. My favorite pick-up spot was a joint called Juniors, a place with mellow lighting, a great bartender, and most weeks an assortment of gals staying across the road in the local 2 star resort. On the night in question, Rocco and I were lounging at the bar talking to Bev, the bartender, and eyeing the imported flesh. I was joking with Bev about the sexiness of Jamaican women when Rocco elbowed me. Check 'em out, said Rocco, as he gestured to a group of women entering the bar. I swiveled toward the door and smiled in appreciation. A group of three women had just entered, each dressed to the nines and strutting their stuff like they meant business. All of the gals were tall and slender, but my attention was taken by the really cute black girl sandwiched between her two blonde friends. She was tall, slender, really dark-skinned with a wide mouth and big brown eyes. Her sundress was cut low to reveal two lovely tits and she swayed into the bar on the longest legs I'd ever seen. Rocco and I waited for the girls to sit down and then I sent over an order of Beachcombers, Junior's proprietary concoction guaranteed to get a buzz on before the first sip went down. The waiter waved to us and then the girls waved. Rocco and I left the bar and joined the three women at their table. I sat down next to the black girl, Rocco next to one of her blonde friends. This black chick gave me the kind of big, warm smile that sends a shiver down your dick. I slid next to her until our thighs were touching. Her name, she told me in a deep, sultry voice, was Jen. She was from cold, snowy Chicago and was dying to have some fun over the next four days. We joked around about Chicago and about the resort she was staying at. She asked me if I liked to dance and before I knew it, we were grooving together to some deep, slow reggae. Jen felt great. I didn't want to push things, so I was very gentlemanly. I rested my hands on her waist, moved to the music, and sucked in the scent of her sweet perfume and the sight of her smooth black skin. She was really into the dancing and kept whispering little jokes and questions into my ear. After a couple of tunes, we sat back down and the girls started buying us drinks. Before I knew it I was wasted. I remember, blurrily, seeing Rocco leave with one of the blondes. And I remember trading tongue with Jen. What I remember most clearly is laughing and giggling with Jen as I accompanied her to her room. At the hotel room door, Jen and I did some hot necking, and I ran my hands up over her voluptuous ass and around her waist. I was so bombed, I started getting dizzy. I remember saying good night to her and watching her ass as it disappeared on long legs into the darkness of her room. I stumbled home, unlocked my door, and fell into bed. I woke up the next morning to bright sunlight cascading through the window and the sound of the surf 20 yards away. My mouth felt gummy and my body ached. Rocco was missing. Lucky bastard, I thought to myself. I washed up then drank some juice, fixed some coffee, and sat out on my porch in my boxers and t-shirt, soaking the sun's rays deep into my weary joints. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I heard Jen's voice in my ear, whispering "Get up Jimmie, I'm here." I bolted upright and there she was.in front of me - - tall, dark, and lovely. I apologized and said hi. She laughed and explained that we'd made a date the night before for a day on the beach. I gulped and stood up. Jen looked great - - her long straight black hair was tied back in a ponytail, she wore dark, designer shades, a bikini top, a sarong covering her bikini bottom, and a pair of short-heeled beach shoes. I got her a cup of coffee while I went inside to change into my swim trunks. We headed down to the beach arm in arm - - her slender black arm looped around my tanned, hairy bicep. She smiled as we walked to the beach and I ran my eyes hungrily over her fine body. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and had a pair of beautiful perky tits, probably 35C, a slender waist and wide ample hips on top of a round firm ass. This could be one helluva day at the beach, I thought to myself. Sweat was already glistening across the top of her chest by the time we found a shady, secluded spot not more than 15 feet from the surf's edge. I spread out a blanket, tuned the radio into a local soca station, and we settled down together. Her shining black skin was like an aphrodisiac to me, and I could feel my cock stiffen with every glance at her body's abundant curves. Baby, Jen said to me, you must be in such sad shape after last night. I can't believe how much you drank. I laughed and told her how one problem with Antigua was that no one knew how to give a really good massage. Laughing, Jen said, Ain't no Chicago girl ever said no to giving a good man what he needs. Turn over on your stomach, sugar. I rolled over and Jen settled herself down on the small of my back. She began working over my shoulders with amazingly strong hands. She spread suntan oil in her palms and then slowly pushed and rubbed the oil into my shoulders and back muscles. I was in heaven and groaned as she worked at my upper arms. Hey baby, I said to her, you still got that sarong on? She laughed and answered, Not for long. I felt her rise up off my back, saw the sarong drop next to us, and then felt her settle back down. As she continued massaging, I could feel my cock growing longer and fatter. At first, I tried to concentrate on the massage, it felt so good. But then, as my erection grew I started to really enjoy the feel of her weight on my body, and my tingling cock. Finally, I grabbed her hand as it came off my bicep and pulled her to the ground beside me. She lay on her back, panting, and I slid over to kiss her. Our mouths met and then our tongues rolled into each other, and I heard Jen give a deep moan. As we kissed, I ran slid my right arm under her neck and ran my left hand down to her tits. They were so full and firm. Groaning myself, I pulled my mouth away from hers and licked my way down to her breasts. I pushed her bikini top up and ran my tongue around the dark, sweet skin of her breasts. Then I nibbled on her nipples and rolled each one between my lips. Jen groaned and pushed her hands through my hair, shoving my head back and forth over her tits as her nipples hardened. Hmmmm, I mumbled, raising my head up, baby, you taste so good. I looked down between her tits, along her belly, to the taut red thong stretched across her hips. Let's play some more, I laughed, as I ran my hand down along her belly and then along her inner thighs. Jen moaned and clasped her hands behind her head, raising her ass off the ground and rolling her hips. Taking this as an invitation, I pulled my hand to her crotch, prepared to play with her pussy when . . .to my shocked surprise . . I felt something long and hard pressing against the silky fabric of her thong. What the fuck? I asked as I grabbed what felt like a good-sized and growing cock trapped beneath the thong. What the fuck is this? Jen was so carried away with her pleasure that she kept pushing her crotch against my hand. Please, please, daddy, she begged in a low, whimpering voice as she moved her hand onto mine, don't worry about that . . . .you're making me feel so good. Jen squeezed my hand around her cock and then laid both her hands flat at her side, pressed into the ground. Her eyes were half shut in ecstasy as she continued to grind her pelvis against my hand. I was flabbergasted. Here was a beautiful, sexy black woman . . .built like a brick house . . moaning in pleasure . . .while her cock was hardening into something thick and long under my hand. I was shocked. It didn't make any sense. Jen continued to writhe. And, feeling my own cock fat and heavy in my trunks, I was driven by lust and some kind of weird curiosity to keep on going. As she rotated her hips against my hand, almost involuntarily, I found myself reciprocating - - rubbing and squeezing her dick while she continued to moan. My own dick is about eight inches, and Jen's was at least that long and very thick. As I stroked her thong, I could just start to see its fat black tip poking up over the waist of her bikini bottom. Shit, I thought to myself, this is really fucking freaky. I felt my own cock getting rock hard. Jen was going wild, gyrating her hips and now playing with her tittties while I moved my hand up and down her dick in the time-worn jerk-off fashion. I pulled her dick faster and harder as her moans turned into quicker, shorter gasps. Oh, oh, oh, baby, Jen gasped, oh baby, yeah, uh, daddy, daddy, yeah, baby. By now a good two or three inches of her thick black cock were poking out of her thong and the sight of it drove me to a weird, pitched lust. Suddenly, I reached under her thong and grasped her cock in my hand, feeling its fat black hardness in my fist. Oh Jen, I whispered. Come on baby, come on . . . cum baby . . .shoot it . . .oh you sexy little bitch . . .cum . . .cum for me. As I chanted for her to cum, Jen twisted her nipples furiously, one in each long-nailed hand. Her ass was humping frantically off the beach and I rose up to get both hands around her cock, pulling on it like a madman. With a muffled shriek, Jen threw her hips into the air and held them there for a moment, her thighs and ass trembling with excitement. And then she came, her jiz shooting high into the air, her cock squeezed between my hands vibrating and jerking as she shot gallon after gallon into the sky. Ohhhhhhhhh, Jen grunted. Ohhhhhh . . .yesssssssssssss. She began to involuntarily pump her hips as her dick emptied itself. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were squeezed shut. Her hands cupped her tits and I watched the aftershock of her orgasm ripple across the tight muscles of her stomach. When the tremors passed, she dropped her hips back to the ground and let out a huge sigh. She pushed her hands into her hair and slowly tried to catch her breath. I was stunned as I watched her massive dick begin to relax and shrink. Gulping, I let go of her cock and flopped onto my back. I wiped the sweat off my brow, closed my eyes, tried to quiet my panting excitement, and wondered what it all meant. A couple of seconds later, Jen rolled onto her side, facing me. I felt her hand caressing my chest, and then she kissed my cheek. I was too freaked to open my eyes. Hey baby, Jen whispered. That was incredible. You're really good. I smiled, still with my eyes shut. That's a first for me, I said as I opened my eyes to find Jen's lovely face only inches from mine and felt her tits mashed against my ribs and chest. Jen laughed. Tell me it wasn't good, she said, smiling. I guess it was, I answered. It was definitely interesting. Jen drew her long dark thigh over mine, and I felt her knee gently pushing at my balls. My turn, she said with a grin. I settled back as she began to rub her thigh against mine and run her hands over my chest and upper arms. I felt her lick, deliciously, down along my neck. Then, I felt her hand travel down across my belly and slide under my trunks. Soon, she was licking my nipples and stroking my dick in long slow gliding motions. Her hand felt marvelous and her tongue's work on my nipples was making me groan and squirm in pleasure. My cock started getting rock hard. Jen mumbled something and I opened my eyes to see her crawling down to my crotch. She pulled my trunks off and as I felt the warm sea breeze blow over my cock, she kneeled between my legs. I watched her sexy black body nestled between my legs while Jen started licking my cock like it was a popsicle. Occasionally she'd look up at me, grinning. I was grinning too. I took her hair in my hands and spread it over my belly. Jen sucked on the tip of my dick until my hips began jerking in pleasure. Then, with a little moan, she inhaled my dick all the way into her mouth and started sucking. It was incredible. I'd never felt something so good. Her mouth worked its way down to the base of my cock, while she played with my balls. I started pumping my hips upward rhythmically, and Jen began riding my dick, grasping its base in one hand and sliding her mouth up and down it. I felt my balls starting to boil and I grabbed her head in my hands, helping to push her mouth down on my upstrokes. Jen started frantically moaning and gobbling my cock, using her whole head to fuck my dick into her mouth. I could feel my load starting and I pumped my hips furiously into her mouth. She was gagging and moaning at the same time as I slammed my arms down on the sand and let loose a huge orgasm, blasting her hot mouth with gallon after gallon of cum. She fastened her mouth onto my dick as I came, locking her lips to my crotch like some kind of machine. We thrashed together wildly as I came, finally grabbing her head in my hands and groaning while I emptied into her mouth. Drained, I slumped back in the sand. Jen released my cock from her mouth and slowly lapped up the cum that had spilled across my hips. Her hand still held my now shrinking dick. Jesus, I groaned, you really know how to give head. I stretched my body from head to toe and Jen let go of my cock to slide her body up over on top of mine. Resting her elbows in the sand on either side of my chest, she nestled her head under my chin and practically purred. I wrapped my arms around her smooth dark black back and lighly massaged her shoulders. I like to keep my man happy, Jen whispered into my chest as we snuggled together. I smiled and, wrapped together on the warm beach, we drifted off into a dreamy half-slumber. I awoke to the sound of gulls in the surf beyond us. I loved the feeling of her body on mine. I could feel her cock nestled next to mine, both limp and relaxed and tangled together in our wet pubic hairs. Hey Jen, I whispered. I'm thirsty, let me go get something for us to drink. I heard her sigh sleepily and she rolled off of me onto her side. I sat up, leaned down to give her full, luscious lips a kiss and stood. Looking down, all I saw was a gorgeous black woman curled up on the beach blanket, her thong still covering her ass and her legs curled up to hide her eqiupment. She looked up with a smile. Hurry back, Jen said. I ran naked to my beach house, darted into the kitchen and grabbed a pitcher of iced tea and two glasses. When I got back outside, I saw Jen sitting up, her bare breasts jutting proudly into the air and a towel curled around her hips. I sat down next her and poured some iced tea. Let's toast, I said. Sure, she grinned, baring her pure white teeth. To what? To firsts, I said. And to seconds. We laughed and gulped our tea. I put mine down and told her I'd never been with a guy before. Jen smiled wanly and looked down. I apologized and told her I'd never been with a girl like her before. She brightened. As I poured another iced tea, I asked her how she came to be so sexy. Slowly, with lots of pauses at first, Jen told her story. She'd grown up somewhere in the middle of a big family. Her father had been a minister; her mother a schoolteacher. She'd known, she told me as I settled into the beach blanket, from the time she was a little boy that she wanted to be a woman. When she was a teenager, she started wearing her sisters' panties. Then, when no one was home, she'd started wearing her older sisters' dresses, and skirts. Her mother suspected something was wrong with her son. Then, one day, when Jen was 18 and had just started college, her father called her down to the family room. He swore that he wouldn't have a homosexual in his family. Jen began crying. This infuriated her father who, in a flash, grabbed her by the front of her shirt. The shirt ripped, revealing the black satin bra she'd stolen from her sister and worn every day for a week. Enraged, her father slapped her, then began to kick her. Jen's mother grabbed the minister, and Jen crawled into a corner. Jen was ordered to leave the house immediately. Luckily, Jen's older sister was more loving and open-minded. Jen moved in with her. Jen said she'd never been with a man the whole time she was experimenting with women's clothes. When she moved in with her sister, she began a total transformation - - dressing all the time, wearing make-up, wigs, growing her nails, and trying to perfect her voice, her walk, and her gestures. She dropped out of college and never finished the fashion design program she'd started. Instead, she got a job as a receptionist with a downtown law firm. They all thought she was female. No matter how much she scrimped, however, Jen couldn't save up enough money to start hormone therapy. Then she met a high-powered County judge, a 65 year-old guy with a trophy wife and an eye for young beauty. He took her out, wined and dined her. When she revealed her secret, he seemed even more enchanted. He set her up in her own apartment and paid for hormone treatments and some major plastic surgery. At first, all he asked in return was to take Jen shopping for clothes, watch her dress, and take her out to dinner as his date. Eventually, the more feminine she became, the more interested he became in watching her fuck someone. Soon, she and the judge were picking up young yuppies at trendy bars, taking them home, and setting up wild voyeur parties. Jen grew tired of this scene after a while. The judge didn't. Just when she was ready to make a break, the old man died of a heart attack in the arms of his wife. He left Jen a tidy bequest in his will, and she was free. She continued working at the law firm but discontinued the judge's kinky games. After 4 or 5 months of searching for true love, she got depressed. It was hard enough for a young black woman to find the right kind of guy, even harder for a girl like her. Her friends convinced her to vacation in Antigua. And, Jen said with a giggle, on the plane down she'd sworn to herself that she'd have a wild, Caribbean fling to forget about Chicago and her woes. Finishing her story, Jen gulped down the last of her iced tea and turned to me. Well, she said, that's the whole sad tale. Whaddya think? I laughed. It's pretty sad, I answered. But you're on vacation. You left all that shit behind with the snow and the wind and the traffic jams. Just like I did when I left the Bronx. Come on, I said as I stood up and offered her my hand, it's getting hot out here. Let's head inside. Beaches Traveling has always been a pleasure that Macy enjoyed. She never made any plans, just would throw some things together, hop in her car and take off. Where she would end up was always a mystery. She had met many interesting and wonderful people on her escapades and that is why she enjoys it so much. This particular time she headed up toward the Great Lakes. It was like going to the ocean they were so big and she didn't have to travel near as far to get that "ocean" feeling. There were so many beautiful homes in the area along the lake. She would park and often daydream what it would be like to live in such an area. Suddenly, she was jolted out of her daydream when someone knocked on her car window. She thought she was dreaming at first when she saw him...but then he spoke to her. "Excuse me ma'am, but your blocking my driveway and I need to get out." He was a very handsome gentleman perhaps in his mid 50's, and was dressed in casual clothes. Macy smiled and rolled down her window a bit, "I'm sorry, I was just looking for a place to enjoy the beach, and pulled over to look at some of these beautiful homes. I'll move right away." She started to move her car, when he said, "Just pull your car over to the other side of my driveway and walk down that little path and enjoy the beach in front of my place for as long as you like. I need to go run a few errands, then I will be back." His smile was so sweet and alluring, she decided to take him up on his offer. "Wow, she thought to herself, she could pretend for the afternoon that this was HER place." She moved her car and got out to grab a blanket and her radio out of the trunk. He could not help noticing her subtle beauty, not like many of the women in the neighborhood who thought they had to dress like Beverly Hills. She was simple, wearing jeans, T-shirt, sandals and her hair up in a clip off her neck. He decided he would do his errands much quicker than planned and skip the idea of stopping off at the bar for a drink. Macy turned to him offering her hand "How do you do, I'm Macy, and I really appreciate this." He shook her hand "Alex, and its not a problem really, Go...enjoy! I'll be back in a little while." He watched her as she followed the path down around the house till she was out of sight. Then quickly jumped into his car and drove off. He was hoping she didn't notice how "excited" he really was!! Macy walked down to the beach...it was gorgeous. She spread her blanket, turned on some tunes and rolled up her jeans, walking along letting the water splash onto her feet. What a relaxing way to spend the afternoon. She looked up at the house where Alex lived. It was beautiful with almost all windows overlooking the lake. Maybe if she was lucky, she would see it from the inside. She sat down on her blanket, removed her jeans and t-shirt revealing her swimsuit she had on underneath. Sitting there, she watched the sailboats float by with ease from the soft wind that blew. The speedboats bounced across the water and even a few jet skis darted by now and again, dancing across the water. Damn they look like a lot of fun she thought. She laid back soaking up some of the suns rays, and fell asleep letting her imagination carry her away. It was just over an hour later, when Alex returned. As he had hoped, her car was still in the drive, and he walked down towards the lake. There she was, lying on the blanket, enjoying herself. He did not realize she was asleep. He walked up to her quietly and sat down on the blanket, just watching her thinking to himself that this could possibly be his lucky day. He noticed how soft and pink her skin looked...and not wanting her to get sunburned, he nudged her a bit and woke her up. She jumped and he apologized..."Sorry but you look like your done on this side, time to flip over. Would you like me to put some lotion on your back for you?" Not believing her luck, she turned over and let him. His hands were very gentle as he covered her back with the lotion. She then felt his hands move down to her legs and work their way up. Not sure how far she should let him take this, she said, "Maybe I should finish." He said, "No, really, I don't mind at all." That's what I thought, she said as she smiled and held out her hand for the lotion. He chuckled and gave her a pouty look, "Sigh" "If you insist," he said. He watched her as her hands finished the top of her long beautiful thighs and smiled as she finished. "I could have done that for you, you know," he said. "Thanks, but I got it," she said, thinking maybe she should have let him. He said, "I think I'll go into the changing room and put on my suit. Would you like to go for a ride on my jet ski?" "Oh, yes, I'd love that! They look like so much fun!" Macy said with excitement. Soon they were out on the lake, bouncing across the waves. Alex got a little crazy a few times and Macy grabbed on tighter to hang on, just as he was hoping she would do. He could feel her arms around his waist tighten with every quick move over a wave along with her thighs on his thighs. He liked that feeling very much. Her squeals of joy were music to his ears...and he knew she was having a good time. Finally he headed back to the beach, but he couldn't resist doing a couple of 360's to see if he could throw her off. He managed to do just that, and he laughed as Macy came up for a breath, her life jacket keeping her afloat as he came to pick her up. Laughing at his accomplishment, he apologized, Oh, I'm sorry, did I do that?" She splashed him and laughingly said, Oh yeah, like it was an accident! You rat!" She was beaming from ear to ear as she hopped on the back and held on tighter than before till they beached the jet ski. "Wow, that was so much fun. Thanks for the ride!" Macy said, squeezing the excess water from her long brown hair. "It would be awesome to be able to ride one anytime you wanted to. You have a beautiful home here Alex!" Alex grabbed a towel and headed over to Macy. "Thanks! If you like we can go in later and I can show you around!" "Super," Macy said, and in her mind she was saying, "YES!" They laid on the beach for a while longer, letting the sun dry them off and enjoying small talk. Macy thought to herself, "Damn, he is hot!" and Alex was thinking the exact same thing about HER! He hopped up and said, "Come on, lets go grab something to drink!" Macy grabbed her bag, radio and towel and followed him. She set her things on the deck and he brought her a wine cooler and himself a beer. "Is this ok?" he asked. Macy said, "Perfect, thank you!" She felt a little self-conscious sitting there in her skimpy bikini and was digging in her bag for her baggy T-shirt. When she found it, Alex said, "Hey, don't bother putting that thing on, you won't catch anymore rays if you do that! He winked at Macy, and she giggled and left it laying next to the bag. He was glad when she did so, as he was enjoying the scenery! She was very beautiful and her figure was well exposed which he didn't mind a bit. It was a VERY enjoyable afternoon, so far, and he was hoping to make it last as long as possible, perhaps into the evening. "So Macy, tell me a little about yourself," Alex said with interest. Macy smiled at him and said, "Well, I'm 35, single, I own my own little clothing business, designing clothing for the business women of the world. I live near Chicago in a busy little town that everyone knows everyone. So I enjoy getting away and relax without someone disturbing my concentration. I come up with some of my best designs when I am away. Alex looked at her, smiling, thinking to himself, "Nice," as he was also enjoying her 5'11"ish 150 lb. figure. She was not big breasted, but that did not bother him as he liked what he saw, and he was seeing quite a bit, as that bikini didn't hide much! His only wish was that the bottoms had been in the "thong" style. Now THAT would have been exciting! Macy interrupted his thoughts, when she said to him, "So, now that you know a little about me, how about you return the favor?" Alex laughed and said, "OK, fair enough. I am a designer also, only I design beach homes. People want to have places by the water that they can enjoy, entertain, and just get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and I try to do that for them. I am 55, have been married once to a lovely woman who for some reason or other decided that she needed to spread her wings elsewhere about 10 years ago, and have been on my own ever since. No kids to speak of other than the kids that ride up and down the beach on 4 wheelers and on the lake with their jet ski's. I enjoy watching them, thinking maybe I have missed out on having some of my own." He looked sad for a moment, but perked back up when Macy stood up and came toward him. She was thinking to herself, "Damn, how could any woman want more than this?" She smiled at him and said, "I'd love to see the place, do you mind?" He smiled and showed her the door. Alex gave her the full tour. She was amazed at all of the fine details and neat little odds and ends that he had included that made it very unique. She was especially impressed with the bedroom. It overlooked the lake with the other wall being one big mirror. It made the room look even bigger than it was! She was amazed when Alex opened the end mirror to find a huge bathroom with a 2 man Jacuzzi, a walk in shower with nozzles at both ends, and a small box like closet. She asked him what that was, and he said it was a 2 person sauna. It was unreal! He was immaculate and had a wonderful gift of decorating. As she stood in front of the window of the bedroom overlooking the lake in awe, Alex could not resist the temptation to hold her in his arms. She was so beautiful, and was so full of life and excitement, he was overwhelmed. When he slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind, she jumped. Alex said, "Shhhhh, its ok Macy. I'm not going to hurt you. I just couldn't let you enjoy this moment without holding you." He could feel her tension melt as his arms caressed her gently. Macy's mind was racing, thinking how much she wanted to let herself go, but yet was reluctant, as she had been heartbroken one too many times. Alex turned her around and kissed her softly at first, but it slowly intensified to a passionate, deep, long kiss which left them both breathless. Alex looked her in the eyes, smiled and said, "That was delicious Macy, why don't you grab your clothes, shower and I'll fix us some supper, that is if you can stay?" Macy was blushing bright red after that marvelous kiss, and said, "Yes, I can stay, thank you." He followed her down to the deck and he got busy preparing the meal. Macy felt like she was a princess in a castle with the surroundings. She lingered in the shower, letting her imagination get the best of her. She stood there with the water spraying on her from both directions and with her eyes closed could still feel Alex's arms around her, holding her. She knew what she wanted but did she dare go after it? She smiled to herself and thought, "We shall see how the main course goes, I may have something else planned for dessert!" She dressed and went downstairs to find a light meal out on the patio overlooking a gorgeous sunset. Alex smiled and poured them each a glass of wine. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She could see he had snuck away and showered himself, and his aftershave drove her wild. He noticed her picking at her food and apologized if it was not something she enjoyed. "Oh, it's fine Alex, I'm just a bit nervous I guess. I feel like I've intruded on your privacy here, but I appreciate you letting me spend the day here. It has been wonderful!" Alex smiled and then boldly said, "It COULD be a wonderful night too, if you'd stay." Macy looked at him and instantly felt as if she were going to melt! His hand reached for hers and they stood and embraced, kissing with a heated passion that both had been holding inside for years. He wasted little time leading her to his bedroom and slowly but gently undressed her. He was drinking in every beautiful moment. Slowly he lowered her to the bed, his mouth on hers, kissing her gently. Their hands moved over each other, exploring, feeling the softness, and finally reaching areas that without a doubt, let each other know they were ready for more. Macy was amazed at how muscular and strong he was. He moved her around like she was a feather, he was so gentle but knew just what her body was aching for. She felt his mouth begin to move slowly down her neck, to her small but very sensitive breasts. Her nipples were hard and when he began to flick his tongue around and suck on them she thought she would go crazy. Her soft moans were music to his ears as he continued his venture. Soon he moved down past her soft mound, a neatly trimmed patch just above what he discovered was a cleanly shaven pussy. Mmmmmm he thought he'd hit heaven. He began kissing, licking, sucking, all of which Macy was thoroughly enjoying, barely able to control herself. He heard her moaning louder, her hands pushing him away as he wondered why. He moved up kissing her, and asked if he was doing something wrong. She sighed and whispered, "No, no, I just didn't want to drown you. I want to feel you deep inside me you have me so close!" Alex chuckled and slowly let his cock press against her. He was more than what she had ever had before and wondered if she could satisfy him the way he deserved to be satisfied. As he slowly entered her, she could no longer hold back. Her wetness allowed him to slide in easily, and soon they were in a rhythm that gradually picked up speed. The sounds and feelings were overwhelming as she exploded with an orgasm that she had never experienced before. Alex was ecstatic and continued to enjoy the feeling of her warmth wrapped around his shaft. He rolled onto his back and as she rode his cock, his hands massaged her breasts. He rose to meet her with every stroke and he finally could not hold back and as he came, that pumping sensation was so intense, Macy came again with him, her pussy spasming around his cock so tightly he couldn't move. His arms pulled her close and the kissed long and hard. Macy came up for a breath, looked him in the eyes and smiled a smile that made him wonder what she was thinking. He soon found out as she moved her kisses down his neck, chest, stomach and finally down to his semi-hard cock that with the magic of her tongue and mouth, soon was like granite again. God, he hadn't felt this way in years. She was a wonderful lover and knew just how to please him. He watched her as she took her hands and massaged his balls, while her mouth moved over his cock. She teased him with her tongue, and then would lunge at him; taking him so deep he could feel himself sliding down her throat. Damn, she was good! He finally couldn't take it any longer and wanted to fuck her again. Trying his hardest to move her around, she refused to stop, enjoying herself immensely, so he flipped her over and he buried his face in her wet moist pussy as she continued to please him. The intensity was amazing and they both drove each other crazy. Finally Alex moved on top of Macy and entered her once more. Pumping his hard wet shaft deep inside her warm pussy, he soon lost it again as he felt her warm cum explode from her, their juices and sweat rolling from their bodies as they fell into each others arms, laying there, snuggling and catching their breath. He kissed the back of her neck as his arms held her tightly to him, his hands cupping her breast. "That was the most incredible sex I have ever had Macy. You are amazing!" Macy smiled and breathlessly said, "That was unbelievable! You make me wish I never had to leave. I want this moment to last forever." Alex rolled her over, looked into her eyes and said, "It can last forever, if you want it to!" Her reaction made him believe that is what she wanted too and from that day on, Macy never had to go for a drive and "pretend" she lived in one of those houses on the beach. Beaches Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** God, Lauren would you look at the size of that one. You know, they shouldn't even make bathing suits under a size six." Tina slurred, before taking another sip from her rum and coke. It was a pretty typical thing for her to say on a typical summer afternoon at the beach as we basked in the hot glow of the sun. It was what we had done most every day of our summer break as we worked to become, not just tan . . . but the goddess's of tan when we returned back to school. Yes, when we returned to school, everyone would either want us . . . or want to be us. "Look at him." Tina nodded toward the surfer coming out of the water with his board under his arm. "What a bod and look at the size of his package. Boy I'd like to ride his board." "You'd like to ride any board," I laughed. "Bitch. Oh-my-God-oh-my-God." Tina patted my brown shiny thigh urgently. "Never mind. I thought for a minute there that two hundred pounds of cottage cheese was walking down the beach, but it is just some fat lady." I watched the woman turn to look at us in anger. I was thankful the sunglasses hid my eyes. "Woohoo, boy that woman should be the poster girl for those cheese ads. Look at those thighs. Jesus!" I grabbed Tina's rum and coke, opened the top and poured the contents in the sand. "Damn it, Lauren, what'd ja do that for?" "You're drunk and you're going to get us in trouble." I tossed the empty cup in Tina's lap. "I think she heard you." "So what? We're dancers. We could kick da' shit out of her fat ass." Tina turned the cup up over her mouth and was rewarded by a drop or two of the leftover rum and coke. "Fuck, I am like so goddamn thirsty I could almost drink that nasty ass ocean water." "Go ahead." "Shit, you know I love the beach, but I hate the fuckin' water. Did you know that when you flush a toilet," she pointed out at the blue-green expanse of water. "That's were it ends up. Pretty ain't it. The world's biggest fucking toilet bowl. She reached into my beach bag, without asking. "You have any water left?" Her hand came out with my empty water bottle. "That's all that's left," I said. "Come on Lauren. Let's get outta here. Go make some drinks or something." "Okay, let me jump in the water to cool down for a minute." I walked down to the water and waded in. It was cold, but felt wonderful. I leaned back to dunk my head beneath the small waves and wondered why was it that when you lay out, the heat seems to concentrate in your head? By the time I got back, Tina had already packed our stuff up. "Come on, let's go. I've got to piss like a race horse," she said. "Just go in the water. That's what I do." "Jesus, you're sick . . . and that is exactly why I don't go in the water." We walked toward the public beach house. Well, ran was more like it. No matter how much time we spent at the beach, hot sand was still hot sand; you're feet could never get used to it. I bore the pain for as long as I could, but finally, I couldn't stand it any more. "Wait, Tina, I've got to put my flops on." "Gotta go. Meet me in the bathroom." She ran from her knees down, with her thighs pressed tightly together. I giggled at how silly she looked trying to hold in the contents of her bladder. I slipped my feet into my flip flops. I trudged along in the deep sand, until I arrived at the bathhouse. It was a good thing she wanted to go here, because by now, I had to pee too. I opened the door, the outrageous sight causing me to drop my beach bag and gasp in shock. There, crying helplessly on the floor was my friend Tina and sitting astride her with a hand clasped over her mouth, the woman she had referred to as 'Cottage Cheese Thighs." "Tina?" I gasped. The woman turned to look at me. "There's the other one. Get her." An unseen opponent grabbed me on either side of my tiny polka dotted bikini bottoms. I screamed and struggled in outrage, but my bottoms were pulled up painfully in my crotch until I was balancing on my tip toes. "Ow-ow-ow-please," I begged. "Are you going to be quiet?" the woman holding me asked. "-yes." "Are you going to cooperate?" The spandex bikini bottom had become a knife in my pussy. Of fucking course I was going to cooperate. "-yes." She eased off on the pressure, but not enough so that I could come off my toes. I reached down to remove the fabric bunched up in the cleft between my lips. "No bitch. Get those paws on top of your head." I obeyed. Feeling more helpless than I had in my life. The hands holding my bikini switched from the sides to the front and back. "Now what's your name little girl?" Cheese Thighs asked. "Lauren." My bikini lowered a little more. However, my sigh of relief turned into a gasp, as the fabric began to travel back and forth over my labia. "And hers?" "It's-ah-it's-ah Tina." I couldn't believe it. The fabric was stimulating me and I was getting aroused. I gazed down at my rock hard nipples poking through the thin bikini top and wished the woman was holding her hand over Tina's eyes instead of her mouth. "And listen closely to this next part now Lauren, because this is very important," she said. "Are you listening, Lauren?" "y-yes." I think I may have moaned it. I wanted to curl up and die. "Yes, ma'am," she corrected. "Mm-yes-ma'am." My attacker grew more aggressive and the fabric sped in its travels up and down my soaking sex. "Yes, ma'am what?" "Ah-yes, ma'am, I'm ah listening ma'am." I could see Tina's wide-open eyes out of the corner of my vision. I looked away, to avoid them. I couldn't bear the embarrassment. "Good, now tell me Lauren. Does your foul-mouthed little friend usually say nasty things about other women?" I looked down at Tina's eyes, begging me for silence. Begging me to lie. "Don't look at her. She can't help you now. Look at me." I looked at the powerful older woman. It was difficult to hold her fierce gaze. "Answer my question." "Yes, ma'am, she does." April moaned into the woman's hand. She renewed her struggles, but the woman just bounced up and down a few times on Tina's chest and soon my friend quieted again. "But she usually doesn't say it so loud ma'am. She had too much to drink." I tried to help where I could, but I felt myself compelled to tell the truth. "What's wrong Lauren, you look flushed. Are you feeling well?" "Ah-it's ah-hot." I lied. The truth was; I was hot. I prayed I hadn't soaked through my bikini. Her look turned angry. "It's ugh hot ma'am," I said quickly. The cloth suddenly jerked up harshly several times, leaving me once again balanced on my tip-toes. "Oh!" I gasped with every sharp tug. "What's hot, Lauren? And you better tell me the goddamn truth!" I looked down at my swollen sex. My cunt lips were fat and divided by the fabric of my bikini, which had disappeared in the folds of my pussy. My shiny tan thighs were stained by my juices. "My pussy ma'am. My pussy is hot." Of its own volition, my pelvis began to buck in time with the jerks. "Take off your suit." "What?" I gasped in disbelief. "Didn't I tell you to listen carefully bitch?" "Yes, ma'am." Oh God, my pussy was making wet smacking sounds as the fabric pulled and tugged between my thick lips. "Take off the bitch's suit and give it a flush." "No wait!" The woman behind me undid the knots holding my bikini together. After that, she simply tugged it out of my hands, as I struggled to shield my nakedness. I tried to follow her and stop her, but she easily overpowered me, tossed my bikini in the toilet and flushed. I watched helplessly as it spun around and disappeared down the drain. Shit, I was fucked now. Big time. "Are you going to listen carefully from now on, Lauren?" "Yes, ma'am." This game, if it could be called that, had suddenly gotten even more serious. "Good. Move your hands out of the way. I want to see this body you are so proud of." I reluctantly lowered my hands, though I kept my legs close together as best I could. "Nice tan bitch, but I want a show. Gale, oil her down so she can give us a good show." I huddled against the wall, as Gale approached me with a bottle of tanning oil. "Please, don't hurt me." I begged the woman. "Don't worry. I promise we won't touch you a bit if you do as we say." Cottage Cheese thighs said. Gale opened the bottle and squirted it on my stomach and thighs. "Rub it in." I did as she requested, trying my best to keep up as she liberally dumped the contents on my body. "Get down on your knees and keep rubbing it in bitch. Give us a good show." Next, she squirted it on my breasts. "Do a good job on them nipples now. Do a real good job." I could see they were getting turned on, and wondered what Tina must be thinking seeing me behave like some sort of trained slut. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning as I messaged my hard nipples. "That's good. Get down on your hands and knees and face the other way." I did has she commanded. I must have looked like a wanton whore, as aroused as I was in such a position. "Now, if you know what is good for you, you better not spill a drop." "Yes, ma'am." Then she began to allow a small stream of the oil to escape from the bottle and drip down to my ass. I reached a hand back and rubbed it onto my bottom to keep it from dripping. Soon my bottom was coated, but the flow of oil didn't stop. There was nothing to do but to force it into my already soaked cunt. It's shlurping sounds causing me to blush. But still the oil dripped down. "I think you better think of somewhere else to put it," she warned. Gale's heavy breathing caused me to look up. Her fingers were busy beneath her bikini bottom. God, she couldn't mean it could she? I felt the oil drop down on my tightly clenched pucker in answer. I didn't have time to think about it, I just moaned loudly, as I plunged my slick finger in. "Look at her Glenda. Look at her do it." There I was, down on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor, fucking my asshole with my finger in front of two strange women and my best friend. Goddamn her, why did she have to open her big mouth at the beach? I was moaning out loud and I could feel my orgasm approach. Oh Jesus, it was going to be *big*. I plunged another finger in my cunt and sped up the pace. In response, she kicked my hand out of the way. "That's enough slut." She had to grab it forcefully to get me to stop. "I said stop." At the time, I wanted nothing more than to finish. Only Tina's watching presence caused me to stop. "That's a girl. Now get on up. No, don't cover up. As a matter of fact, spread yourself for me. Show me the pink stuff." I stood in front of my captors, legs spread like a slut, and doing my best to keep my labia held open with my slick oily fingers. I had been defeated. They knew it and I knew it. From the look in her eyes, Tina knew it too. "How does it feel to have such a hot body now, Lauren?" "N-not so good ma'am. It feels embarrassing." "Tell me, would you like to have a bathing suit to cover up with?" "Yes ma'am." "Well, since your friend caused you to lose yours, I think it's only fair for you to have hers. Don't you?" This was the easiest question so far. "Yes ma'am." "Then come over here and get it." She stood up, letting Tina go free. She tried to flee. Oh no you don't bitch, you're not going anywhere. I grabbed at her, but my hands and body were too slick from the oil, so I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her down on her back. "No, Lauren, please. . ." she begged. "Fuck you Tina," I said. "Help!" I borrowed a move I had seen Glenda perform. I lifted up and sat back down on Tina's stomach with force, driving the air form her lungs. "Help," she tried again, but it was no more than a whisper. I repeated it. "Please-" "Shut up." I bounced again. This was actually quite fun. This time she was quiet. She breathed raggedly trying her best to catch her breath. She ceased to struggle. I had won. Gale and Glenda clapped in approval. "Way to go, Lauren. Now, why don't you show us what she looks like naked. I reached down and pulled down on Tina's bikini bottoms. "Please," she begged. I don't know what possessed me. Well, actually I do know. The feeling of my aroused cunt sliding around on Tina's chest made me do it. I slid back and smothered her face with my ass and cunt. "Are you going to shut up?" I waited for her answer, but realized she was unable to in her current situation. "Nod your head if you understand." She nodded her head, causing her nose to slip back and forth between my nether lips. I whimpered in response and looked up to see the reaction from Gale and Glenda. They smiled back at me wickedly. As a matter of fact, Glenda was working one of Gale's nipples with one hand and another was down her bikini bottoms. "I said nod if you can understand." I barked down at Tina. It was then, I made a new discovery . . . I loved this. Her pert nose bobbed up and down, pleasuring me. I lifted up and allowed her to breath. "Okay, now kick your bottoms off." When she didn't obey quickly enough, I sat back down on her face. Soon she was squirming on the dirty tile floor, as she attempted to wiggle out of her bikini bottoms. She put on at least as good a show as I did earlier. I looked down and could see the cause of her hesitance. She was wet and aroused. Her tiny pink pearl peaked out from between her moist aroused lips. Glenda noticed this immediately. "I see someone has been a naughty girl, hasn't she Lauren?" "Yes, ma'am." "Is your friend a slut?" "I think so, ma'am." "Spread her so we can see for sure." "Yes, ma'am." Tina had shaved her bikini area into a tight triangle as I had, but where I was bare on my mons, hers was covered by hair. I grabbed it and pulled, opening her. I pulled harder until she moaned in pain. "Open your legs Tina." Tina's legs opened, spreading her flower. Her nectar gushed forth from the delicate organs within. "Yes, she is definitely a slut. Let's see her top now." I turned around and slid down Tina's stomach until our crotches rubbed delightfully together. Oh God, I wanted her. I looked down at her face, which she turned away to avoid my stare. I pinched her nipples, causing her crotch to rise up and grind against my own. I noticed the top was thickly padded. Much thicker than I first thought. I grabbed her bikini top and lifted. "C'mon Tina. Lift up." She cupped her hands over her breasts, holding her top. "You know you deserve this. This is all your fault." "Not my top. Please," she begged, first to me and then to Glenda. Her arms lifted and the heavily padded top soon followed. Her breasts were small. Tiny. The two women burst out in laughter and I gaped. Tina began to cry. "I can see why she makes fun of other woman now. She looks like a boy." They came in for a closer look. "Look at her. Jesus, my daughter had bigger tits at age seven." "And such tiny nipples too. Move your hand girl, so I can touch it." Tina blushed crimson red. Crying, she reluctantly moved her hand off her chest. Gale tweaked the dime sized pink disc, causing Tina to moan loudly and buck beneath me. "Jesus, did you see that Glenda?" "Do it again, Gale." She did it again for and even stronger reaction. "Maybe she's got all those nerves condensed down in those two tiny nipples," suggested Glenda. "Don't you dare so much as twitch this time Tina or should I call you Tiny Tina." She teased Tina's small nipple, first going around it in slow circles, before moving to the other one. Tina's face wrinkled in concentration. Gale's fingers grew more insistent, lightly pinching both nipples. "Ahhh," Tina moaned, unable to control her desires. Gale stood up and walked back over to Glenda. She held up the Tina's bikini. "You want this bikini, Laurel?" "Yes, ma'am." "Tell me. Have you ever had a lesbian experience?" I hesitated. I almost lied, but I couldn't risk the suit. "Yes." "What happened?" "One of my friends was sleeping over and we were talking about boys. She pulled up her nightshirt and started to masturbate. Then she asked me to do the same. I was scared a first, but I pulled down my panties and played with myself too. I never invited her over again." "Did it turn you one when you were watching her?" "Yes." "Good. Now, you'll understand why I want to watch your friend lick you down there and if you want this bikini, you'll get her to do it." Oh God! Tina struggled to get out from under me at those words. "N-No, please. Don't do it Laurel." My well oiled body slipped over top of her easily and I pinned her arms beneath my legs. She was still struggling, so I settled back down on her face. The feel of her nose and cheeks, sliding across my wet sex was indescribable and I didn't want it to end. But Tina had to breathe. I lifted up. "Are you going to behave?" "Yes," Tina gasped. I reached down and tweaked her tiny nipples. "You know we need that suit." I pinched on nipple and then alternated to the other. Back and forth. Her lean stomach quivered in response. "Come on Tina. It's all up to you now. Come on . . . do it." Gale and Glenda's hands were busy in the bottom of each other bikinis. I saw Gale whisper something in Glenda's ear causing the woman to smile and look below me. Then I felt it; the tiniest touch of Tina's tongue on my sex. "That's it Tina. You can do it. Don't worry, I'll never tell a soul." This seemed to be what was holding her back. She licked me up and down my hot groove, dancing her tongue over my pink flower. "It won't be long now baby. Suck my clit." She sucked my little nub into her mouth and beat her tongue over it. I could feel the sharp pangs of pleasure emanate from deep in my cunt. "That's it baby. Stick you nose in my cunt. Oh shit, fuck me with your nose." I looked back up and Gale and Glenda. Glenda's top was pulled down and Gale was sucking on a large pink nipple. Both their bikini bottoms lay at their feet, and each woman was busy thrusting several fingers in the other's sex. Glenda looked at me knowingly and she tossed Tina's bikini to me. I could pick it up and leave now, I realized. But I couldn't leave now, not with the pleasure Tina was giving me down below. "Faster Tina. Oh my teeny tiny Tina. Oh God, I'm so fucking close." She slurped as she sucked harder at my clit. Her tongue kept up its steady beat on my clit, persistently searching for my orgasm. She found it and it rushed forth, escaping my cunt. I sat back on Tina's face and humped my hips. My body spasmed, dancing in orgasm in front of our two captures. It was an orgasm like no other. Afterwards, I was dazed as I came down from the pleasure high. I reached forward and picked up the suit and realized that Tina was still licking me. Glenda held up the keys to my car and jangled them. "Do you want these?" "Yes - ah yes, ma'am." After the orgasm, I was suddenly acutely aware of my own nakedness and longed to cover myself up, but I needed to finish this first. I needed those keys. "Then I want you to piss. I want you to piss and I want your small-chested friend to drink it." Dear God, I had never imagined such a thing. Who could conceive of such an idea? It was disgusting and an utter perversion, but for some reason it filled me with a sudden sense of power. "Please Laurel, I'm begging you. Please don't do this to me," Tina whimpered. I was overcome by guilt. Even if she could be a bitch sometimes, she was my best friend. I had already had an orgasm at her expense and now I was asking her to humiliate herself even further. Beaches We needed the car, but not that bad. I got off of Tina's chest and helped her sit up. "Shhh, it's okay Tina. I'll walk home and break a window if I have to. I'll bring some extra clothes back for you. All you have to do is hide out here and keep out of sight for an hour or so. Okay?" I hugged her and turned to Glenda. "We're not gonna do it. You can keep the keys." I patted Tina on the back. "Just hang loose and hide in a stall or something. I'll be back in an hour or so." I tried to pull away, but she held me tightly. "Please don't leave me," Tina said. "They have the car keys," I said. "You won't tell anyone will you?" she whispered in my ear. It took a few seconds for it to sink in. She was going to do it. She wanted to do it. "No. Never. I promise." "Okay . . . do it." The two women had dressed by now and were getting ready to leave. "Wait," I said stopping them. "Ah-she said that um. Ah-she said she wants to do it." Glenda smiled broadly and nudged Gale in the ribs. "She wants to do what?" I shrugged my shoulders, blushed, and looked at Tina to answer, but she was no help at all. She was blushing even more than I was and staring intently at the floor. "She wants to do what, Laurel? Answer me." Oh God, she was going to make me say it. I looked over to see Tina blushing with shame. "She wants to drink my pee." They walked over closer. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I helped Tina lay back down. The two women were standing right there, fully clothed, looking down at us. This was so much more humiliating than before, I could only imagine what Tina must be feeling right now. I straddled Tina, this time I was facing her so I could see her face. I could have done it the other way, but I won't lie, I wanted to see her expression when I did it. Tina eyes darted from Gale, to Glenda, and then to me. Her face colored dark red and she screwed her eyes shut. "Come on Tina, open your eyes," I said. "It's okay." She did and she was trying very hard no to look at my sex or my eyes, but it was impossible to do so. "Now you're going to have to open your mouth okay." She did it hesitantly, but not wide enough. "Come on Tina. You know you're going to have to open it wider than that." She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could. "That's good Tina. I'm sitting down now, okay? There you go. Now close your lips to make a seal." She did. I felt her gulp in anticipation. "Open your eyes now Tina. Once for yes. Twice means no. Okay?" She opened her eyes and blinked once. Yes, I know I could have had her tap her hand on my thigh or any number of other things. But, I wanted to watch her. I wanted to have an excuse to look in her eyes while I gave her my water. "Okay Tina, are you ready for it?" She blinked once. I relaxed and tried to let go, but nothing flowed. Every now and again Tina's tongue would touch my vulva and cause me to tense up. "Tina, I can't pee while you are touching me with your tongue, okay?" One blink. "I'm going to try it again. Are you ready for me to pee now?" One blink. It felt like everyone was waiting for me to pee and I couldn't do it. No matter how much I wanted to. "Ma'am, will you turn water on in the sink?" I asked. Glenda turned the water on. I could feel it now. I needed to go bad. I just needed to relax. I imagined being back on the beach and in the ocean. It didn't feel right to just let go in my bathing suit, but I just relaxed and let the warm feeling flow into my bikini. I looked down at Tina's wide-eyed look of surprise. I was pissing. I was pissing in her mouth. She gulped to keep up with the flow. A little was dribbling down her cheeks. "Are you okay?" I asked. One blink. "It's not too fast is it?" One blink and then she closed her eyes, still gulping to keep up with the flow. I pulled her hair out of the way as best I could. As good as it feels to pee in the water, there was no comparison to the feeling of peeing in someone's mouth. The utter decadence, combined with the feeling of overwhelming power was so strong I could swim in it. I was in heaven. "Oh Tina," I moaned as my flow ebbed. Too early, I squeezed out the remaining drops. I would have given anything; I would have even given back the suit or the keys in order to go just a minute more. I opened my eyes and remembered where I was. The two women were gone, but they left the suit and keys as promised. I groaned and got off of Tina and helped her stand. She stood there, covering her nakedness with her hands, not speaking, and looking at her wiggling toes. I put on her bathing suit. The padding top looked silly on my chest, but it would do. I picked up the keys and headed for the door. "Wait. What about me?" Tina asked in a frightened tone. "I'm just going to get the car. I'll drive up here and you can jump in the car without being seen. Hey, use some toilet paper and make yourself something to wear." I ran to get the car. The black asphalt was blazing hot without sandals. I unlocked it and wound down the windows, before driving back to pick up Tina. I saw her peeking out the bathroom door, when I pulled up. I reached over and opened the door. She emerged from the bathroom in an outfit composed entirely of toilet paper she had wrapped around herself. I was impressed with her ingenuity. At least until she began to unravel as she ran to the car. By the time Tina jumped in the car, she was holding the toilet paper against her body with her hands. "Here, let me help." I pretended to help; looping the toilet paper back on her tiny breasts and watching it fall back down again. "Poor thing, you don't have enough up there to hold it up." She turned a bright red and covered her nipples up with her hands. I drove her home, enjoying the leering stares of other drivers and Tina's discomfort. I noticed the tears welling in her eyes and it made me feel guilty I had taken such pleasure at her expense. "Laurel ah- you're not going to tell anyone are you," she asked. "Of course not," I said. "We'll forget it ever happened if you want to." "I would like that." "Then that's what we'll do." I wasn't able to forget though. After we got home, Tina put some clothes on and never talked about the incident, but it had marked her, just as it had marked me. She got much quieter and she didn't want to go out and certainly not back to the beach. As for me, I started having fantasies about *that day*. Dreaming of Tina and her small breasts; dreams that started with kissing and cuddling, but descended into a depravity of domination and submission. I couldn't forget and I didn't want to and I felt guilty because of it. I mean here I was, supposedly Tina's best friend and I took sexual pleasure in dreams of her submission to me, but that all changed one morning when I remembered something I had failed to think of before. The next morning, when Tina got out of the shower, I said, "Come on, we're going to the beach." "I don't feel like it today," she whined. "I didn't ask if you felt like it. We're going and that's final. Now go get changed." I smiled as she walked obediently to her bedroom. Just like I thought, this was working out perfectly. I walked into my bedroom and stripped off my clothes. Then I picked up a bag of stuff I had bought for this occasion. Taking out a bottle of baby oil, I squirted some into my hand and slathered it all over my body. Idly playing with my nipples and sex, I waited until I heard Tina rustling around in the kitchen before I made my move. "Hey, Tina, I want to show you something." She jumped from being snuck up on, and her mouth opened in shock when she saw my shiny slick naked body. "Check out this suit," I said. I held up the white suit, showing her the small top and thong bottom. "Isn't it sexy?" "Jesus, Laurel, there's nothing to it." "I know. Look how thin it is." I placed the top against my bare breast, displaying my nipple through the thin fabric. "Can you just imagine how this will look when it's wet?" She glanced down at my newly shaved sex, before looking back at my face. Yes, she was right; my pink lips would show through too. I had caught her stealing glances there since I showed up in the kitchen. Tina's hands shook as she put ice in her drink. She had to start over several times before she could speak. "Ah-I don't think I can go with you if you're going wear that." "It's way too small for me anyway. See?" I shook my shoulders causing my breasts to pop out of the too small top I held against them. "No, this suit is for you." She laughed, but then grew scared when she saw I was serious. She made a break for it and tried to run past me. I caught her easily and pulled her to the kitchen floor. In short order, I stripped her of her top and had her bikini bottom around her knees. She still struggled, but it only served to make me hotter as her skin slid against my well oiled denuded sex. I shaved it the night after the beach incident, when I learned just how sensual it felt for bare skin to slide against bare skin. I trapped her arms beneath my legs and sat down on her face. I rocked there, slowly rotating my hips, bringing myself off. Every once and awhile I could hear her muffled pleas. It was just as I had imagined it. I enjoyed the sensual feeling of every contour of her face as it caressed and explored my sex for quite awhile. Eventually, I slid down to her chest and turned around so that I could look at her. "Please, Laurel." She pushed feebly at me with her arms. I grabbed them and put them back beside her head. "Keep them there. I mean it." My look told her I meant it and she obeyed. "You know Tina; you've been a very naughty little girl for the last week or so." I began to grind my cunt against her chest while I talked. "Did you know that every time I look at you, it makes my little firecracker want to explode? And then you give me your little hang dog look and make me feel guilty about what happened to you at the beach. Make me feel guilty about my feelings for you. Guilty about the things I want to do *to you*." "Things like this." I maneuvered my pussy until my clit was just above her dime sized nipple then I ground my larger little nub against her smaller one. I gasped in pleasure. "Oh God, see what you've made me miss." She started to tremble underneath me. I could her soft whimpering sounds coming from her nose. "Such bad little girl. Fighting against me, acting like I was making you do it." I moved back up, until I was straddling her face. I dipped my pussy down until my pink lips touched her red lips. I lifted up and then bobbed back down, stopping just an inch away from her mouth. She was so close; I could feel her hot breath against my sex. And then I could feel her lips, followed by her tongue. "That my girl. That's my Tiny-Tina, but first, open your mouth for me. Wider. That's it; make a saddle for me to sit in." I sat down, my sex cradled by her open mouth. "Mmmm, but no licking. I can't relax while you are doing that." She got a panicked look on her face, when she realized what my intentions were. Her arms darted up to grab my thighs. "No! Put them back," I said. "Right now." She reluctantly released me and put her arms back beside her head. She trembled underneath me, her eyes darting like a fearful little deer. "And then do you know what I realized Tina? Do you know what I realized my beautiful tiny-titted slut?" Unable to speak, she shrugged her shoulders, her flesh squeaking on the linoleum floor. "I remembered you have always been stronger than me. You could have stopped me at any time if you wanted to. Even now." She closed her eyes and a tear trailed down her cheek. "Open your eyes Tina. That's my girl. As soon as I realized this, I knew that you must have wanted it. You wanted everything that happened to you. Just like you want this . . ." This time, I had no trouble relaxing. ************** Then End If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.