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Beach

By: C



There was a score, no, twenty-three, of us older teenagers, chaperoned by my sister, on the sandy shore. I had the real hots for her, I can tell you—if she was five years older’n me. I saw that she had begun to sniff the air and look odd.

"What'sa matta, Sis? You look sick." I thought she was suddenly dizzy. I really didn’t want her being sick so that my party would be spoiled for her.

"Walt, come up to the house with me, soon's we can." she murmured into my hot, hot ear. "Fake a cut, or a splinter. Then ... it would look like I was helpin’..."

"I got ya, Sis," I whispered back, "O K!

"Oh, hell! I've got a splinter in my foot!" I muttered after a few minutes. "I'm gonna go up to the house to see can I take it out, 'n' put somethin’ on it."

There was an odd smell in the air, not like marsh gas, but like...sexy sweat, sorta. No one looked up, they were all busy trying to make out.

I started across the beach, limping almost too much. As I passed Sis, she said,

"Walt, I'd better help you up to the house; wait a sec".

I helped her up and I smelled her damp bikini—and something else; she smelled like summer sunshine, heat and—that odd scent.

Sis "helped" me over the knoll, until we were out of sight in the big house and on the second floor, into the suite Leila and my brother had. They even had their own kitchen and livingroom. Grandmum and Grandad had never let me go in there while my brother was away, but Sis said, when I hung back, "Come aw-n, all I'm doin' is helpin' you get a ‘splinter’ out of your foot! The bandages are in here. Besides, Gammie and Granda are away for a month, 'n' Gene's out of the country—’n’ it’s your party, ‘n’ I’m in charge, right?" She grinned, and I felt real warm.

"Yeah, Sis, right. Don't think any of the gals and guys'll come up, do you?" I asked, hopefully. She grinned.

"Not with the booze I left down there, they won't. I saw Cherie and Ralph find it and let the rest know! If they want to pee or make out they’ll go in the bushes!" The way Sis said that made me think she'd planned this. That got my prick even harder. She was kneeling in front of me, pretending to look for the splinter, I guess, her head down. I could see the tops of her rounded breasts, all but the nipples. She looked up at me, a strange look on her face.

"Walt, I really feel sorta—funny. Did you smell anything strange at the beach?" she asked me, licking her lips a little. I saw one hand sneak to her crotch.

"No—yeah...I did! Sis, it's just...well...are you...kinda ...real bothered, like me?" I rubbed on the bulge in my trunks—couldn't help myself, I was so horny.

"Yeah, brud," she said, shaking her head a little, "I am kinda...hot. There was some kinda smell that made me feel really...funny...just before I told you to fake the splinter. So you smelled it?" She leaned even farther forward, her bikini top falling away from her breasts. I could feel my rod pulse with desire. I know she did that deliberately.

"Geez, Sis ... God! you have pretty breasts! Can I..?

"D’you wanta ...? 0! yes-s-s.." She slipped off the bra part of her bikini and sat up extra straight. I leaned forward and almost fell off the chair. Sis caught me, hauled us upright, and hugged me real tightly, her hands on my buns: as she did so she rubbed her pubes against me, and she felt my hard-on. She grinned again, really teasing us both, I guess.

"Hmm. Got something there? Pull off your trunks and let me look. God, you're big! Nice! My! Look at it jump! I’m gonna taste it!"

She was kneeling, just like that, licking all around the tip, and great God, how good that felt. I saw that she was fingering herself around the bottom of her bikini again.

"Can I—do sompin’ more for ya, Sis?" She took her mouth from me, but held onto the base of my cock. We were breathing hard. "N-not yet, not...quite...yet, but try lickin' me, too, if you want."

That was dumb, but I guess we were both so excited by then that she didn't think that I'd have a hell of a time getting to her tits with her sucking at my cock! Then I had another think about what she’d said. I lowered myself to the floor (Sis didn’t stop licking and sucking!) so I could lie down on my back; then I wriggled around and she put her knees on either side of my chest, still sucking on my prick, and I pulled her bikini strings loose, and her butt down to me. Sis had really nice pubes, with puffy lips. She was already wet as I started to lick her. Her pubes were shaved and I could lick her lips and inside them without hair in my mouth—golly, she tasted good! When I touched her clit, she began to move her hips so that I had to move my head to keep up with her, and that made my butt move...and...she moaned and said,

"God! Walter, I've waited so-o...uh-uh-u-h...I'm comin' a’ready, I’m comin', oo-h, Wal',...that’s good, u-h-u-uh!" I felt moistness all over my face and licked and licked at her some more. My prick was about ready to explode when she said, "Turn around, quick, Walt! No matter 'fyuh come in me, the babe’d look enough like Gene...damn’ guy can't get a hard-on when he’s home!" I didn't realise what she’d said until I had slipped my dong deep inside her, and my tongue was busy wrestling with hers. I pulled back a bit from her face, seeing to my surprise, but with no slackening of the building excitement within me, that she was crying. I licked at her tears, and she suddenly smiled.

"Oh, Walter! You're such a love! Don't tell anyone about Gene cheat’n on me, please! You must like tasting my cunt, 'cause you're really good, you're soft and gentle. Do it some more after we...ohmigod...I’m gonna...again, Walt! I'm gonna ...I...I’m...com’min’ a-ga-a-ain ... push hard, bang into me...fuck me...hard...come...oooooh! Uhl Uh! Uh! Oh, so go-od," she said, as we climaxed, then finally relaxed in each other's arms.

After a bit she chuckled, "Migod, Walt, we never got off the floor!" and she started laughing. She wriggled herself free of my leg—I was pooped—and helped me up. There was no sign of our activity, thank God.

"C'mon in the shower; remember the splinter? We've gotta wash that off, Walt, my boy ... and a whole lot of other things, too! But you're a damn good fuck, little brother, ‘f you are only seventeen."

"You know I'm older’n that, Sis! You even gave me a birthday present."

"What? I didn't know I gave you...shoot! I didn’t give you any present!" She looked at me suspiciously. The bulb lit, "Aw, you are a tease! Yeah, I guess I did.

"Come on, dry off, I'll put a Band Aid on. Which foot did you limp on, d'you remember? It might get hurt again! You better believe there'll be a next time, buster! You're too good to waste!"

Sis had me a hard on again, just the way she smiled and rubbed against me. She was still as hot and bothered as I. We finally got into our swimming things, although every time I started for the stairs, she kept interrupting me to kiss me, and I kept unfastening her bra to lick her nipples! They stayed hard, still, like my dick. I really wanted to go down on her again, and she must have wanted me to, so we got on her bed and she was sucking me while I sucked on her clit. Took longer, but when we came! Boy!

We had to go back, though. We’d been gone a helluva time, and the other kids’d be wondering what we were doing. Actually, they were probably doing exactly what Sis and I had been doing. I think Sis thought so, too, ‘cause she grinned a lot as we approached the beach. There was laughter in her voice as she hollered, "Here we come, ready or not!" She broke out laughing, and so did I. "Ready or not!"

Beach



I all began quite by accident, Saturday looked to be a hot day and Mel decided it would be nice to head for the beach.

Sally thought that would be nice, she wanted to work on her tan anyway and going down to the salon for the sessions in the little booth they had were not in the budget. 

Construction jobs were in the toilet, Mel had gone so far as to take an evening job to help make the dollars cover the bills.

Sally found work in a clothing store, that didn't pay very much but she enjoyed it, plus she was learning a lot about how to select and fit clothing.

The little store was run by Martha, she was well into her 50's and her little place was filled with some on the naughty side outfits that Sally knew she could never wear in public.

Many of the customers were very young, but there were a lot of housewife types that came in to purchase things that clearly were intended for private moments.

Male customers were rare, those without fail headed for the panties or bathing suits section, not likely items they were buying for themselves.

There was one extremely slender young man that came in, he actually went behind the curtain and tried some of the stuff on, which got a lot of giggles from Martha and Sally after he left with several purchases.

Just once Sally got a glimpse of him, he stuck his head out to ask a question and Sally saw he had on some sheer pink underwear, complete with the matching top.

For just a quick second she saw his erect penis, obvious through the sheer material, that was quite a shock to her. Sally did manage to stammer an answer, then she was going to try to explain to him that he couldn't put new outfits on when naked like that, but she was saved when he bought it all.

The job was certainly interesting.

The employee discount was very nice too, it meant that a few outfits at half price were in the budget.

That was where she came up with that bathing suit for only $30.00, she had modeled it for Mel one evening.

Mel sat bolt upright when she came out holding it in her hands. It was silver, the top was only two little triangles of cloth, there was a lacy fringe around the edges or she would have been peeking out of it. Instead of cloth between her breasts, the two triangles were small chrome plated loops, there were no shoulder straps. The back was a narrow stretch type elastic material.

The bottoms were not any more conservative, at each side was another loop, the triangle there also had a lace edge.

Even with the lace, it was quite clear that Sally would need to trim quite a bit of her sandy blonde bush.

Mel wasn't too sure about that part, he loved the soft curls, a perfect match for the hair on her head, worn in curls falling to the tops of her shoulders.

"Yikes!" Mel blurted out when she slipped the suit on and came out for his inspection.

Sally was tugging and pulling at the suit's edges, trying to make it cover more than it ever would.

"Turn around!" Mel asked her with a huge grin.

Sally did, the expanse of white flesh where her usualy swim suit covered her was startling. It didn't help one bit that the back was just a string, her rectum and half of her vagina felt bare.

"Bend over!" Mel asked her, but Sally refused to do it. Of course her husband had seen her many times from that angle, but wearing the suit? It was just too much, her face flamed.

"I made a mistake, I could never wear this in public." She moaned.

"Sure you can, it's gorgeous!" Mel reached for Sally's tits but got his hand slapped.

"God. You would let me go out in public looking like this?" She glanced up at Mel.

"Yep, I sure would!" He laughed.

"Pervert!" Sally grinned, then she escaped back to the bedroom to change. She barely got the suit off when she felt Mel's hands slide over her hips.

Smiling, she leaned back against him as he stroked the front of her body from behind.

His reaction was nice, Sally didn't mind that at all.

+++

It was two weeks later when they were eating dinner, Mel suggested they head down to the beach for the day.

"Maybe make some Potato salad, we can grab some Kentucky Fried and a bottle of wine?"

"That sounds like fun, it's been awhile. I can get some Sun." Sally smiled.

"Yea. Hey, how about breaking in that new suit?" He asked her with a smile.

"That? I can't wear that out in public, it shows off everything I've got!" Sally protested.

"Yeah!" Mel smirked. Sally just looked at him, she wasn't sure he was serious.

"Do you really want me to wear that in front of people?" Sally asked him finally.

"I think it would be OK, there usually are some rather small bikinis on those other girls anyway, so who would even notice?" Mel was smiling very big at that.

He was teasing her, after all, Sally was normlly on the conservative side, so he was sure she never would actually wear it.

Sally had turned 30 the Fall before, that had been on the traumatic side for her. Mel had thrown a party for her with a few friends, who of course brought cards, nearly all of then containing "old" jokes.

She held up well but Mel knew she was affected by it all, after everyone left she was in the bathroom for a long time. She came out wearing just a pair of white panties and a bra, she stood there for several moments.

"Honey, does my body look funny?" She asked him.

"You are beautiful!" Mel told her, and he meant that. Sally had medium sized breasts, they were round and unencumbered by a bra they hung delightfully to each side of her chest. The weight of them was just enough to cause her nipples to develop a slight vertical oval shape.

Her waist was trim with just the very beginnings of softness, that only really showed when she was sitting down. Her hips were full, and she was blessed with a fanny that could only be described as "booty."

"No, I am serious. Am I starting to sag?" She turned sideways for his inspection.

"I can't tell with all of those clothes on." Mel grinned. Sally grinned back, made a production out of removing her bra. Her hands came up nd hefted her bare breasts, letting them settle. Then she reached down and stripped off her panties.

Mel was already bulging in the white briefs he wore, and Sally doing that had compounded things. He had already been anticipating sex, her doing that just increased his urges.

"Come and get your birthday present." Mel grinned. Sally grinned back, reached for the lights.

"Leave those on, I want to look at you!" That was enough to ease her mind, she slid onto the bed with him. The fact that she had turned the corner to age 30 was quickly forgotten.

+++

Nothing more was mentioned about Sally's skimpy bathing suit, she had on tan slacks and a simple peasant blouse as they drove down to the beach.

The sand was already hot so they walked closer to the Ocean where the waves kept the sand firm, both of them were barefoot. Mel had on a pair of shorts and T-shirt, it was already so warm he knew he would be losing the t-shirt in short order. Mel carried their basket, Sally had a large beach towel rolled up and a carry case.

They found a spot between some large rocks that jutted out onto the beach, no one was nearby. Mel saw that Sally did look around carefully but it didn't register on him as to why.

He set down the basket and was spreading out the blanket when Sally asked him to hold the blanket up for her. He started to ask her why when he saw her pull that silver bathing suit out of the carry case.

Mel broke into a huge grin.

Sally stripped naked, looking all around again carefully first. Seeing no one, she stepped in the bottoms and tugged the suit up into place, hooking the clasp for the top at her side. 

One of the little loops was spring loaded, same with the bottoms which was rather neat.

Mel got a glimpse of her pubic hair, she had trimmed it back into a narrow strip, plus shortened the top down a full inch so the suit would cover her.

It looked even skimpier than it had before when she modeled it for him.

"Damn, I am going to be upright all day!" Mel laughed.

"Oh, goodie!" Sally grinned right back.

The first hour or so went uneventfully, they ate some of the food and each had a glass of wine. Sally was lying on her tummy, her bare fanny on full display when two young men walked by.

One nudged the other and they both slowed down. The one young man looked up at Mel, he grinned and gave Mel the thumb's up.

Mel looked down at Sally, she lay there readin a paperback novel. Then it hit him, he leaned forward to check since Sally's legs were open some.

With a start he saw that the suit was not doing it's job all that well, one hairless pussy lip was outside the cloth in plain view.

He opened his mouth to say something, then Mel realized that he had an instant hard on. He leaned forward to look again, there was no doubt.

A tiny portion of Sally's vagina was on display!

Mel felt his breath catch in his throat, he thought about telling her, but this was so hot he didn't.

Sally lay her book down, turned her face an tucked her hands under one cheek. He saw she began to doze off, warmed by the sun on the lotion he had rubbed on her ealier.

Now her breasts were bulging out on each side, Mel sat there and drank in her beauty. Somehow this was the most erotic moment he had ever felt.

Just then the two young men walked by, quite a bit closer this time. Mel felt that same flushed reaction, he knew very well they had noticed and were swinging back by for a closer look.

He knew he should be warning Sally but for some strange reason the idea of the two men getting an intimate look at her was crazily exciting.

The two men stopped not ten feet away, one of them smiled at Mel as the other blatantly stared.

"Nice day, huh?" The young man said.

"Yes, sure is." Mel stretched himself, feeling his upper body shudder in excitement.

"Out of the wind back here, nice spot." The man added.

Mel nodded.

"Hey, we have some cold beer, want one?" He asked with a grin.

"Sure, sounds good, we have some wine but it's getting warm." Mel managed to answer. They were both looking at Sally lying there, still appearing to be asleep.

"Stan? Jet down and grab our cooler, OK?" He asked the other man. Reluctantly, the one he called Stan took off at a trot.

"I'm Darin." He stepped forward, held out his hand.

"Mel."

"Mind in we join you? It's nice back in here, the breeze is picking up and blowing sand around out there. We already had to chase our blanket down once." He grinned at Mel and plopped down right by Sally's feet.

It was very clear that he was taking in the rather glorious beaver shot that Sally was unknowingly offering. Mel couldn't lean forward to look himself now to see how much was showing but he already knew it was a lot.

Just then the other man returned packing a medium size cooler. He set it down and sat down on the sand right beside Darin. He reached inside and handed Mel a tall bottle.

"So, you and your wife from around here?" Darin asked, tipping back his own beer.

"Portland, we are just down for the day." Mel struggled to keep his voice calm.

He didn't really know what to say or do, these two young men were sitting right there, looking right up between Sally's legs from not even a half dozen feet away.

"Looks like your wife has zonked out." Darin said with a grin.

"Warm Sun and some wine, I guess." Mel told them.

"She sure is pretty, you are a lucky guy." Stan added. Just then Sally stirred and squirmed around, they all fell silent until she settled and and seemed to doze off again. In the process, she opened her legs even further. Both young men were looking openly at her now.

Mel couldn't stand it, he leaned forward to see how much was showing.

The bottom of her suit was relaxed and gaping open a full inch, plus it was pulled over even further to the side. Sally was now almost completely on display.

Darin watched Mel do that, he just grinned broadly.

"This is the best one all day!" Stan said.

"Yes, your wife sure does have a pretty one!" Darin said, his hand was now rubbing his obvious erection through his swim trucks.

The pretense was long gone, they all knew what was happening.

"I wish we could see her tits." Stan said with a smirk, as he began to rub himself also.

"Hey, guys....?" Mel started to say. He was a bit worried that this could get out of hand.

"It's OK, Mel. We are harmless, we come down here to find couples just like you guys, it's a kick in the ass."

"We're not....I don't..." Mel tried to protest.

"You are sitting there letting us look at your wife's snatch so what the hell? You like it, we like it, so why not?" Darin told hum bluntly.

Mel had no idea at all of what to say, these two were extremely bold. He just shrugged. Instead of doing anything, Mel scooted over so he could see, too.

The three of them sat in silence for several long minutes, then Sally stirred. Mel quickly slid back to where he was.

"My legs are getting hot, honey. Can you put some lotion on for me please?" She asked. Then she realized.

"Oh!" She quickly sat up, turned to look at the two men. Her eyes widened, she looked at Mel and back to them.

"This is Stan and this is Darin." Mel managed, lamely. By then Sally had brought her arm up to cover her top, and she had her legs firmly closed.

"We were just talking, is all. Come on Stan, we need to be getting back." Darin got up, smiling at Sally. 

"Thanks! You are beautiful!" He told her. Sally blinked a couple of times, then smiled at the compliment.

They gathered up their cooler and left, after handing both Mel and Sally another one.

"What was all of that?" Sally asked Mel the moment they were gone.

"Just a couple of guys, we were talking is all."

"With me lying there half naked like this?" She asked.

"Well, they did say you were the best one all day." Mel laughed.

"What do you mean by that?" Sally asked.

"I will tell you when we get home." Mel grinned.

"You had better tell me now!" Sally said.

"OK. You were sort of putting on the best show on the entire beach, I guess."

"You mean?" Sally looked down, she adjusted her suit bottoms, her face bright red.

"Yea. Stan also said he wanted to see your tits but you were lying on your belly."

Sally's eyes widened.

"He actually said that?"

"He sure did!" Mel tipped his head back and laughed.

"My God!" Sally's face flushed even more.

+++

Later, they were in their car headed home, Mel noticed Sally was deep in thought. She had her legs crossed, the upper one moving back and forth.

"We better stop for gas." Mel told her. He pulled in at the outside pump row which was full service, since he was barefoot and didn't want to get out.

He handed the attendent his credit card, then glanced over at Sally. She sat there with her lips pursed, looking straight ahead.

Mel glanced down, realized with another start that her peasant blouse was undone a couple of buttons more than it had been just moments before.

From his angle, he could see nearly all of her bare right breast, just the upper edge of her nipple was peering out.

"Sally? Your blouse?" He told her.

"What, honey?" She turned to smile at Mel, making no move to cover herself.

The attendant came back with his card, Mel saw him take a good look, then he went around to wash the window. The man took his sweet time doing that as Sally just sat there, her upper leg pumping faster now.

Mel opened the door at home, he didn't even make it back to the car to unload their gear. Sally was pressed against him, her hands dropping to his crotch. He did manage to get the door closed, finally kicking it shut with one foot.

"Good grief? What got into you?" Mel asked her as they lay on their living room carpet, both of them nude.

"I don't know, those guys? They were staring at me, I guess I just got all fussed up. It was like it was an...accident, but then when I realized..."" She stretched her arms over her head, shuddering.

"I thought you were....asleep?" He asked her.

"I...I was...I mean...at first, but...Are you mad at me?" Sally blushed, realizing what she just said.

Mel looked at Sally, then he broke out laughing.

"Lord no, that was hot! We should do something like that again sometime." He said, giving her a big kiss.

"OK. If you want me to." She told him.

Mel was thinking things just might be a little bit different now. 



Beach



I love summer, sun, the beach, skimpy swimsuits and cock. 

I'd just received my latest swimsuit order: a shiny sky-blue lycra g-string with a micro pouch that barely contained my cock and balls and lifted them straight up and out. The back tapered from a tanga-style thong to a thin little strap designed to show off most of my brown pucker when I lay face-down with my legs spread. I tried it on and felt so hot in it that I ballooned out the pouch while admiring my reflection. I had to show it off so I planned a trip to my favorite beach the next day.

I got up early, thoroughly douched, shaved my cock, balls and ass and generally made sure I was stubble-free everywhere except for a well-manicured treasure trail. After a hot shower I lotioned up from head to toe and squirted a generous portion of lube up my ass. I followed that with a buttplug that was a bit of a challenge but filled my ass nicely, then struggled into a heavy cock ring. 

I put my new swimsuit on, loving the way it made my bulge so obvious. A tight white t-shirt, a pair of red nylon short-shorts and black flipflops were an attempt at modesty until I got to the beach. In the kitchen I filled a large thermos with a lot of vodka and a little orange juice; packed that, a couple of waters, suntan oil, condoms, more lube, poppers and a beach towel in a backpack and grabbed my car keys.

My favorite beach is a two-hour drive away. It's on the south-western side of Lake Michigan, with a very artsy gay town nearby. The beach is secluded with a long hilly hike through a pine forest that marches right to the tops of the white dunes. The seclusion and the gay population make for great man-watching and cruising. Guys in thong bikinis aren't uncommon, but I knew my suit would still attract attention. I couldn't wait to get there.

The drive was wonderfully frustrating as every bump in the road bumped my buttplug against my joy spot. By the time I got to the parking area I was way horny, way hard and seriously tenting my shorts. I slung my backpack over one shoulder, locked my car and followed my barely-confined hard-on down the path.

The buttplug beat a steady rhythm in my rectum with each step, plus it was already a warm day so my thin t-shirt was drenched with perspiration by the time I crested the last dune. I found a spot with a good close view of the guys already there, spread my towel, kicked off my flipflops and shorts, peeled off my wet t-shirt and walked into the water just deep enough to wet my suit. The lake was warm and calm, and I bent over to splash my face and let my ass attract some attention. I wondered if anyone spotted my buttplug under the thin strap of my g-string.

I walked back to my towel and sat down to enjoy the scenery. I broke out my thermos and started my buzz with the strong quart of screwdrivers I had mixed. The beach was very studly today. There were a few guys in trunks, but enough guys in speedos and thongs to keep my attention. I gazed at the full baskets and pert buns as I applied my tanning oil to a high shine. My cock grew hard and my cock ring kept it that way. 

One guy near me lay on his stomach facing me and I had a feeling he was watching me behind his sunglasses. He wore an extra skimpy yellow speedo that contrasted nicely with his smooth dark tan, and the oil he had on really brought out his musculature. He didn't look like a gym rat, just well built, and I guessed taller than I. His shoulders were broad, his waist thin and his thighs looked powerful. He had a full bubble butt and his swimsuit clung to his ass crack enough for me to imagine running my tongue there. I lay back, propped on my elbows with my knees bent and legs spread a little. He lifted his head and I knew he was looking. I raised my sunglasses and smiled. He smiled back and laid his head back down. My asshole started to tingle and grasp at my buttplug. I lay all the way down, closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

I was enjoying the sun's heat and the cooling breeze and my buzz and daydreaming about how big his cock must be when a shadow fell across my face. I opened my eyes to see yellow speedo stud standing above me. He smiled, but didn't say anything for a few seconds more. I didn't care; I was distracted by the outline of his large plum-shaped cock head in his unlined swimsuit.

"I think this is yours" and he held up my t-shirt. "It was blowing down the beach".

I said thanks and I sat up to take the t-shirt from him. He squatted down on his heels to hand me the t-shirt and without thinking I just kept staring at his crotch, now just a couple feet from my face. I think he knew how much I wanted his cock in my mouth.

"My name's Chris." He waited until I introduced myself, then "This is my first time here. Is there a restroom on the beach?" 

"No, the nearest is all the way back at the parking lot. Most guys pee in the woods." I tried to sound nonchalant when I added "I've got to pee too; I'll go with you". Chris motioned for me to lead the way. As I walked ahead of him I let my hips swivel just enough to seem slutty. I hoped he didn't think it was too femme, just very bottom.

We were a few steps inside the tree line and sort of hidden from view when he pulled the front of his suit down and let his package fall free. His cock was soft, but thick and heavy-looking, and the head of his cock was a big knob. His crotch was clean-shaven, and big smooth balls hung low under his cock. He kept his hands on his hips while he arced a full stream of piss a few feet in front of himself. 

I realized I had been staring and he knew it and just let me keep staring. I pulled my cock out and took a quick pee as if to disguise my lust but I needn't have bothered; he'd finished hosing down the sand and just stood there with his manhood hanging out. He had no tan lines. He turned to face me, silent. He didn't have to say anything. I walked to him, knelt and took his cockhead in my mouth.

I closed my lips behind the ridge and worked my tongue around his cockhead and into his piss-slit, polishing his knob while it swelled in my mouth. He tasted of coconut tanning oil and sweat and man-musk, and I became hard, my own cock painful in the pouch. As he grew harder I began to slide my mouth slowly up and down his cock, taking a little more each time until he was fully erect, but his length and girth were more than I could swallow whole. I could taste his pre-cum, not particularly salty or sweet, but manly and thick and I sucked his cock harder to get more.

He said "I knew you'd get on your knees for me - keep swallowing" and placing one hand in my hair and the other behind my neck, began slowly face-fucking me. He slid more cock into my mouth with each thrust and I kept swallowing because it was clear all of his fuck-tool would be in my mouth before he was satisfied. I was learning how to deep-throat on the spot.

I quit the pretense of trying to do anything with my tongue and just let him use my throat. I kept swallowing and it became easier to take more of his cock, and I put my hands on his firm and oily ass-cheeks and pulled him all the way into my throat, until his balls were against my chin. He stayed there, filling my throat completely as I kept swallowing to keep from gagging, then he pulled out so I could catch my breath. Now that I could see his cock fully erect for the first time, I was amazed I had taken it all. His erection jutted straight out from his crotch with a slight curve up, the helmet rigid and perfect for ravaging my ass.

"You're a fast learner." He put his cockhead back to my lips and I licked the pre-cum off, and took him in my mouth and sucked hard. He started fucking my face again, not as deep this time, but faster, and I looked forward to his orgasm, flicking my tongue under his big dick as he thrust in and out. He was in control and used me to bring himself off quickly. I felt his cock stiffen and swell just that little bit more and he groaned a little and started splashing my mouth with his creamy spunk, at least seven thick shots and then a long stream of thinner man-juice, almost as if he was pissing.

I put my hand around his cock, and greedily milked the last drops of his seed onto my tongue. As he softened a little I gently licked his cock clean. He tucked himself back into his speedo and then rubbed his crotch against my face. I could smell that wonderful man-fuck smell of cum and sweat and musk. My own erection still pressed firmly against the small pouch of my suit, the cock-ring keeping me hard. My suit was wet with sweat and slightly transparent. He pulled me up by my arms and kissed me forcefully, his tongue owning my mouth like his cock just did.

"Let's relax a little." And that was it. I followed him back to the beach because he had me and he expected it. I think I heard a little buzz of commentary about our return from the other sunbathers but I didn't care. I enjoyed the after-taste of his cum in my mouth.

He lay back down on his towel as I brought my towel and things next to him. "Lay on your stomach." I did so, my own erection forcing my ass up in the air a little. He draped his hand across my ass and began to press against the base of my butt plug. So he had noticed when I was splashing in the water! His fingers pushed against the plug and then relaxed, pushed and relaxed, fucking my ass with my toy in little frustrating pokes, grinding my hard, restrained cock against the sand below my towel. I couldn't help but moan a little and started adding my own pre-cum to my sticky, wet suit.

"This suit's going to give me tan lines. I have a privacy fence around my pool. Let's go." We got up and packed our things in our bags and I put on my t-shirt and started to pull on my shorts but he took them from me. "Go like that". He put on his sandals but nothing else. I slipped on my flipflops, grabbed my bag and started back towards the path. "Nice." And that was all he said until we got back to our cars, except for an occasional chuckle as we passed other men headed towards the beach, my ass on display for him and my swollen cock barely covered by my cum-stained suit.

We got in our cars and I followed him for about five miles, not really wondering what I was doing, just obeying. He turned into the driveway of a nice house on a couple of acres of lawn and I could see a stockade fence at the back of the house.

He got out, walked to the front door and entered, leaving the door open. I followed and closed the door behind me, the air-conditioning forcing my nipples into tight nubs. His sandals and speedo lay in a corner on the floor. I set my backpack near them and stood in the foyer until he called me into the kitchen. "Thirsty?" He handed me a glass of Chardonnay and I nervously gulped it. "I guess you were." He took the glass from me and pinching my nipples, pulled me to him for another kiss. His hands moved to my ass and he pulled my hips to his, grinding his stiffening cock into my crotch. He released my mouth as his fingers toyed with my buttplug again.

"Drop your suit, go out to the pool and cool off. I'm going to call a friend over to join us." and he pointed to the pool through the French doors at the other end of the kitchen. He stood in front of me waiting, so I stepped out of my suit and handed it to him. He threw it into the foyer, grasped my balls briefly as if to weigh them, then went to the phone. I walked to the French doors and stepped outside, dressed only in my cock ring and buttplug, feeling vulnerable and horny but oddly relaxed.

The stockade fence enclosed a large patio with a small pool about four feet deep. I stepped into the warmish water and immersed myself briefly, then left the pool to recline on a chaise. I heard the door open and Chris appeared with two big plastic tumblers of Chardonnay in his hands and that wonderfully heavy cock swinging between his legs. He held a tumbler to my mouth and let me take several swallows, then set the glasses down and straddled the chaise, his cock brushing my lips. I opened my mouth and received him, loving the feel and taste of his manhood on my tongue. I nursed on his cockhead until it stiffened to its full size then he pulled out of my face and reversed position, bending over so I could service his ass. 

I ran my tongue up and down his crack from his smooth, large balls, across his tight pucker, to his tailbone and back again. He sighed and leaned back further, so I placed my hands on his hips and pulled him to me, spearing his ass with my tongue. His glutes relaxed and allowed me in deeper so I sucked on his rosebud while tongue-fucking him. His ass tasted of the same as his cock did, coconut tanning oil, salty perspiration and enough man-musk to make me desperately horny. Resting his ass on my face, he pulled my knees up and started playing with my buttplug, pulling it out just so my hole stretched around the widest part of the plug, then letting my ass suck it back in. I regretted the size of the plug as it slackened my ass, but knew the ass-stretching would be necessary to accommodate the fucking Chris' big tool promised.

He pumped my ass with the plug roughly a few more times then pulled it out and stepped back, his body sweaty and shiny in the sun, his cock hard and leaking a long string of pre-cum. He threw my buttplug in the pool. I reached to take his cock in my mouth but he knocked my hand down. "Do you want more lube?" I told him I had some in my bag. He laughed a little. "Did I pick you up or did you pick me up?" He went into the house and returned, rummaging through my bag. "Poppers too? OK, you're going to get an ass-stretching. Lube up." He tossed the bottle of lube between my legs.

I squirted some onto my fingers and spread it around and in my now-loose man-pussy. He took the bottle of lube from me and held the poppers to my nose, pressing one nostril closed while I took a deep huff, then alternating with the other nostril. Poppers, the Chardonnay, the hot sun, his gorgeous naked slick body against mine; I was overwhelmed as he pushed my knees up to my chest and slowly sank his cock into my ass. My head flooded with hot sparks when he popped his big cock head past my sphincter and my ass was electric as his over-sized manhood tunneled into me. His thighs flexed as he long-dicked me and I rotated my hips up to take all of his cock. My eyes closed and my mouth dropped open as I rode the waves of sensation, moaning like a slut, my ass becoming his cunt as he pleasured himself in me. 

I opened my eyes and held my knees up as he fucked me and I watched in wonder that I could take all of him. His strokes slowed, his dick punching in and out of my ass, my hole gapping when he pulled out, my cock leaking when he pushed back in. I pulled my knees up to my chest to invite him to give me all of his wonderful erection, and he sank his entire length into me, his cock rearranging my guts to make my hole his own, me whimpering like a girl with each deep thrust. I felt him swell inside me and he pinched both my nipples hard as he came, pushing himself deeper into my ass with each volley of cum, banging me senseless until he sat down on the chaise, letting my thighs rest on top of his, both of us trying to catch our breath.

I felt his dick soften a little, allowing his cum to leak out of what used to be my ass but was now just his man-pussy. My balls were slick with the cum he had fucked out of me. He palmed my sloppy crotch and asshole, massaging our combined juices into my groin.

"Anybody home?" Chris' friend walked onto the patio, respecting the naked-only protocol, a Prince Albert piercing his only dress. Chris walked over to his friend and embraced him fully, kissing him deeply and cupping his ass. They broke off the kiss and Chris introduced his friend as Tom. Like Chris, Tom was completely smooth. His balls were low-slung, pillowing his ample cockhead.

Tom walked over to the chaise were I still lay and leaned down, putting one hand in my hair and kissing me fully while his other hand cupped my sticky crotch. He stood up and licked his fingers. "Oh my god, I believe you two have been fucking!" He laughed and sat straddling the chaise, my hips over his, his package stiffening against my taint. He put his hands on my shoulders and began to knead them, relaxing me while I felt his cock swell against my balls, his PA teasing my anus. 

I reached down and pulled his fuck-stick out from between my legs so I could feel its full length. It grew as I stroked it until both my hands grasped his shaft, not counting his plum-sized cockhead. I found the lube where I'd dropped it and slicked Tom's cock, then poured more on my ragged asslips. I put Tom's cockhead against my hole and slid forward to urge the big cockhead through my sphincter. Tom slid forward too, just enough to hold my hole open with his fat plum, and the sensation of being so wonderfully stretched took away all control from me. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me onto him, impaling me fully with his huge tool until I felt a delicious pop deep inside me and knew he had opened that sphincter way up my ass. He held me there until I relaxed around him, then pulled me back on the chaise with him so I straddled him, my weight forcing all of his cock into me. 

He moved me around on his cock, breaking me in for his use. My biggest dildo had never filled my ass so fully or deeply. I could feel his big cock piercing rubbing my walls and loved it.

"Ride me boy" and with my feet on the patio and my hands on his pecs I pushed up as far as I could, half his cock still buried in my ass. I sunk down on him and felt him open me up deep inside again. The deep penetration was so addicting, and I rode him that way as long as my legs would last. I sat speared on his fuck-stick. Cum leaked from my cock and pooled on his stomach. He scooped it up and brought it to my mouth, and I sucked my cum from his fingers. 

Tom laid me back, holding my knees around my head and started rocking into me again, his big mushroom banging back and forth across my pleasure spot, sending waves of pleasure through me. I was getting so thoroughly fucked by his glorious meat, my asshole spasming around his thick shaft while his length turned my insides into his man-cunt. 

A glow began to build inside my ass as his cockhead sawed across my prostrate. I moaned and gasped with each stroke. I couldn't believe how good his cock felt. My ass was his playground, and I wondered if my hole would ever return to normal size. My orgasm was close as he fucked me, and I begged him to fuck me harder.

"Oh, I will boy. I'm going to fuck the cum out of you" and he started banging me hard, with long strokes that slammed into my hole, pounding my prostate with each thrust until my ass tightened around his shaft and I sprayed cum all over the both of us. He kept ravaging my ass, prolonging my orgasm painfully as my rectum clamped down on his pole, making me delirious while I convulsed around his big cock. He slowed down and fucked into me deeply and groaned and I could feel his cum boiling over in my ass. 

I was absolutely spent and nearly fucked to death but he was scarcely winded. "You've got a great pussy, boy" and Tom smiled at me.

"He's good at sucking cock and rimming too". Chris had been stroking his erection while he watched us and came over so I could suck on his cock head some more. I polished his cockhead with my tongue and was rewarded with another taste of his precum.

He sighed with my cock-worship. "Let's cool off for a sec and then get his pussy inside for round three."

Round three? I was exhausted and thoroughly fucked out. Tom gently pulled out of my loosened ass and could feel his cum dribbling out between my ass-lips. I gingerly touched my hole and it did feel like a pussy, my lips swollen and puffy, my hole gooey and open.

"Yes, let's, I'd like to really stretch him out. We'll have to work him up to it though." Tom looked to Chris for an answer.




Beach



Chris looked at me. "Do you think you can take more?" 

I feared for my ass but I managed a breathless yes.

"OK, c'mon boy, let's rinse you off." Tom pretty much picked me up and walked me into the pool with him. His cock was hardening again despite the cool water. The chlorine stung my ass a little at first, which was very much open, but the cool water soothed my ass-lips. Chris got in the pool with us, and splashed water over my shoulders and chest, making my nipples hard. He pinched and pulled them. His cock was hard too, and I held it with both hands, marveling at the thickness of his tool.

Chris released my nipples and got out of the pool. "I'll get us some more Chardonnay, and I'm going to get some big toys out – I want to see that ass gaped wide. Don't be long." He walked inside, his big meat bouncing on his thighs with each stride. Tom grabbed my ass and pushed me towards the steps out of the pool. "Let's get this inside."

As we walked towards the house Tom slipped two fingers in my ass easily, and left them there until we were back in the kitchen. Full tumblers of wine were on the table, along with the lube and couple of unusually-shaped over-sized butt plugs, much bigger than anything I had ever played with. I took my glass and gulped down half of it. Tom lubed the smaller one up. "Bend over boy" and he motioned to the counter. I did as told, arching my willing ass up to make the insertion easier. He poured lube on my ass and worked it in my hole with his fingers. I felt the blunt tip of the butt plug push into my ass, steadily stretching my hole until my sphincter protested.

"Push out boy, you can take it". I exhaled and pushed, struggling to relax, seeing stars as Tom worked the plug deeper, until I had taken the widest part of the plug. He must have let go of the plug because my ass sucked it in and I moaned while I struggled to accommodate the toy. Tom led me to a kitchen chair and sat me down, the plug tunneling deeper in my overloaded ass. I tried to stand up but Tom pushed down on my shoulders. 

"Rock on that for a minute, and your ass will get used to it." He held the poppers to my nose and I welcomed the buzz as my ass relaxed and I rocked on the plug because it started to feel so good. I sighed as the initial rush passed and got that slutty vibe that poppers always give me, reaching to suck on Tom's fat mushroom.

"See? Easy, wasn't it?" He let me worship his cock a little, then pulled me back up. "Let's go up a size." He bent me over the table and started to pull on the plug. It wasn't coming out easily. "You're going to have to relax. Here, get up on the table." He took the centerpiece off the table and they both helped me up, and I lay on my back. Chris pulled my knees up and apart to spread my ass as much as possible. Tom held my head up and gave me several deep hits of the poppers, then started pulling on the base of the plug again. I watched as the plug came out, stretching my ass wider than I'd ever seen it, drawing my ass-lips along with it. The pleasure from the stretching was overwhelming, and I panted like a bitch.

Tom pushed it back in again. It still took effort, but the plug slid in more easily and once past the widest part it plugged in on its own, working another big squirt of pre-cum out of my limp cock. Tom pulled it out again, holding the widest part at my sphincter for a few moments. My ass felt fulfilled, but I'm sure it didn't look like an ass anymore. I had a cock-craving pussy now and I felt hollow as Tom removed the plug. 

Chris kept my knees spread as Tom lubed up the larger plug. "Look how his hole just stays open. Hot!" Tom put the larger plug to my ass and started pushing. I'd seen plugs this big around before but thought they were just novelties. I couldn't believe anyone could take anything so large, but I was moaning for it. Tom pushed the plug in as far as my man-pussy would allow, and Chris held my head up and gave me several more hits of poppers. I lay my head back, my mouth open, riding waves of blissful sensation as Tom pushed the plug into me in quick short jabs.

I felt so slutty and desperately needed cock. "Give me something to suck on!" Chris moved around the table and pushed his cock head into my open mouth. Suddenly the butt-plug shot into my ass and I screamed around Chris' fat plum. Chris played with my nipples while Tom massaged my drooling pre-cum into my crotch. I lay there catching my breath. I couldn't believe how full my ass was and how good it felt. Tom pulled on the plug and I felt my asshole stretch again, then felt the plug rocket back into my ass when he let go. He did this several times, letting the plug fuck me. He tapped the base of the plug and told me to sit up. 

With their help, I slowly swung my legs over the table into a seated position, the plug forced deeper in my ass, every slight movement pressing the plug against my pleasure spot. I didn't have to be told to rock on the plug, I was so desperate to fuck myself on it. "Oh, he loves this." Chris helped me off the table and we walked through his house to the exercise room, my buttcheeks shifting the large base of the plug around with each step, fucking myself as I walked.

"Look at his hips sway. He's gone completely pussy!" Chris laughed and swatted me on the ass, jolting my man-cunt with the plug. "I can't wait to see how big that pussy is when we pull the plug out." I wanted to see too. 

Tom agreed. "I love the way his ass wiggles now." He'd brought the bottle of wine with him and handed it to me. I drank it like water; I was sure I'd need a good buzz to handle whatever they were going to do next. Both their cocks were hard and ready again.

"So let's see that pussy. Lie down on the weight bench and pull your legs up." I did as told, and Tom sat on the bench facing me. He grasped the base of the butt-plug and began to pull it out slowly. The stretching was excruciatingly wonderful and made me pant as every nerve ending in my ass was overloaded with pleasure. The plug pulled free with a plop. My ass was no longer a round pucker, but a sloppy, stretched crevice, with ragged, swollen ass-lips. I'd be aware of my man-cunt whenever I walked from now on.

"Look at that hole!" Tom ran three fingers along the inside of my greasy open hole, then easily slid all his fingers and most of his hand into me. "Oh yeah, we've broken this ass in. Chris, your turn. Hop up, cowgirl." He patted me on the ass and held me steady as I stood up while Chris took my place on the bench, his hard meat between my ass-cheeks. Tom put his hand on my shoulder. "You know what to do." I did, straddling Chris and lining his cock up with my man-cunt. Once his big cock-head was in place, I sank down the full length of his erection. It felt so good to have that much cock in my ass. I ground down on his lap to get as much of him in my ass as possible. Chris pulled me forward so our chests were touching and held my wrists together under the bench, pushing his hips up to fuck me. 

Tom held the poppers to my nose. I inhaled deeply and felt the euphoria start. "Take a few more, your pussy will need them." I did as told and reveled in the slutty buzz. Tom then straddled Chris behind me and as soon as I guessed I was going to get double-penetrated I felt Tom's fat plum pushing to get in my ass along with Chris' dick. He used his fingers to stretch my ass even more, prying his cock into my overloaded cunt. He kept pushing, and I started pushing back, my ass on fire, desperate to swallow his meat. When I felt his cockhead pop in and his fat tool begin its way up my rectum my dick began to stream cum, and as Tom humped my ass my hard-on fucked against Chris' abs, lubed by my own jiz.

I felt an intense orgasm building, and as my cunt clamped down I could feel both Chris' and Tom's big dicks swell. With their fuck-tools sliding against each other and ravaging my man-pussy, we all came roughly together, and I could feel their two loads streaming down my balls, my ass no longer able to keep all the man-juice in. I saw stars as I came and sort of blacked out. 

I woke up between the two of them. The sheets were glued to my crotch and ass with my own dried cum, and as I remembered the intense fuck-fest I'd been through I reached down to hold each of their heavy relaxed cocks.

My ass felt deliciously full, so at some point they must have plugged me again before putting me to bed. I ground down on the plug, and felt both of them stir as I massaged their hardening cocks. Chris woke up first. "Mmm, let's get you cleaned up and we'll give you breakfast." My legs were still unsteady and they walked me into the oversized shower, soaping and rinsing me thoroughly, but leaving the plug in. Tom patted the base of it. "You'll need that pacifier in your ass for a while, plus now that we've broken you in, we don't want to do it again."

They toweled me off, and Tom took me back into the bedroom and sat me down on a chair, presenting me with his version of breakfast – his beautiful half-hard cock. I greedily sucked it in, and felt it inflate, and by this time used to sucking these big man-sticks, it didn't take long to be rewarded with his mouth-filling orgasm. As he lost his erection I continued to gently suck, cleaning his cock-head of the remaining man-juice. He sighed and said "we're going to have to keep you around" and he chuckled as he helped me up.

We walked into the kitchen. Chris had poured orange juice and made buttered toast. Tom's cock was still shiny with my clean-up job. "I see you've already had your protein for the day." We sat down to eat, and Chris asked me what I was doing next weekend. "We'd already planned a party, but if you can come we want to take the theme up a notch." No hesitation on my part – "Yes!"

"Great. I rinsed out your thong and hung it on the sink faucet. Your t-shirt's in the dryer. I checked your car, and you have plenty of gas to get home without stopping so I'm keeping your slutty excuse for shorts, just make sure you don't get pulled over. You can have the shorts back next weekend, but you won't be wearing them while you're here." 

We finished the toast and orange juice with some laughing, flirty grab-ass conversation, and I got up from the table and slipped my damp thong on. The cool fabric was refreshing on my battered ass-lips. Chris handed me my t-shirt, flipflops and backpack. I put them on and they both walked me to the door, their big dongs bouncing around on their thighs. I really wanted to go back in and beg them to fuck me some more, but the buttplug in my ass reminded me my ass-pussy really needed a rest for a few days to get ready for next weekend.



Beach



I am a bisexual 18 year old girl, and enjoy making love to people of both sexes.

I started my sexual life with another girl when we were both 14. We both loved what we did, and neither of us feels any shame because of it. With only one exception, I only have sex with somebody inside of a relationship.

This occurred during a summer when I was 18. I live in the Los Angeles area, so the beach is a favorite place to go. I am short, with long hair so I tend to stand out a bit. On top of that my dark tan makes me look like some kind of beach bunny.

This day, I was hanging out near a pier and started to talk with this girl. We quickly started to laugh and talk, comparing which guys we thought were cool, and which were geeks. She had recently moved to the area, and I told her about the places for girls our age to go.

I was dressed in my new bikini. It was as low-cut as my father would let me get away with, and not as low as I wanted. She was in a real tight red one-piece. She was taller then me (then again, who is not?), and more rounded. I liked the way she looked, but kept that to myself, not wanting to freak out my new friend.

We walked up and down the beach all afternoon. Talking about guys, playing in the water, playing games in the arcade, and the usual stuff. We spent about an hour flirting with these 2 good looking guys. They bought us lunch, and finally left when they realized that neither of us would do anything more with them on that day. Before they left, we both told them to look for us another day.

When it was starting to get dark, we went to the lockers to get our stuff and change back to regular clothes. I had ridden my bike there, while her mom drove her over. When we got to the shower building, there was only one change room/shower unoccupied. Marti suggested we share it, and it sounded reasonable to me. I mean, it was no different from what I did during gym at school.

Once inside, I stripped down, and moved under the luke-warm water. My nipples hardened, but that was strictly involuntary. They got stiffer when I saw her remove her suit. This girl was fine looking. Like me, she kept her pubic hair closely trimmed, and I moved my hand down to wash the sand and salt out of my own, running my fingers through my short hair, and wishing that it was hers.

She moved next to me, and we brushed against each other a few times as we washed our hair and bodies. Even though it should normally take only 2 minutes or so to do this, we both lingered. I did not want to leave her so soon, and she seemed to be the same way.

I turned my back to her to rinse my face, and I felt her hands on my back. "Let me make sure all the sand is off" she said as she ran her hands up and down my spine, eliciting chills. After several passes, her hands were at the small of my back, and lightly caressing my side. I shivered, and bit my lip to not moan at her touch. The then blew my mind when she reached around to my front, and lightly grasped my breasts.

I moved back to press my back against her front, feeling her large breasts press into my back. I turned around, and we kissed there under the water. Marti continued to caress my breasts and nipples, as my hands moved up and down her back. I moaned and grasped her head as she broke the kiss and ducked down, suckling on my right nipple as I cradled her head. I started to feel guilty, because I was already seeing a girl, but the lust could not be denied.

I lowered my hands to caress her breasts. They were larger than any others I have touched. I was a 34A, and my GF was only a 34B. She was easily a 36C, with large nipples which were very hard. I pinched them lightly, shuddering as Marti moaned around my own nipple. I gasped as she moved down, kissing the underside if my breast, then my belly.

I leaned back against a wall as she kneeled between my legs, and gently parted them with her hands. I ran my fingers through her hair as she gently licked my vulva, then kissed my clitoris. I could tell as she started to suck on it that this was not her first time with another girl. I was soon shivering, reaching for my climax quickly as she played with my breasts and alternated between sucking on my clit, and licking my vulva and vagina.

I bit my lip to keep quiet (I am a moaner by nature), and let the feeling sweep over me as I came, holding her head to me and moaning her name. I almost collapsed, and she eased me onto the floor, kissing me when I was sitting. We kissed for about 10 minutes, tasting myself on her lips, and caressing each other.

I started to caress more of her, sliding my fingers all over her wet skin. I licked the water off of her shoulder, then her neck and ear. She sighed, holding me close and whispering how good that felt. I moved her onto her back, and kissed my way down her body. She shivered as I sucked on her nipples.

Marti's areola were almost the size of silver dollars, and her nipples were like erasers. I opened wide to suckle them as I caressed her legs. I slowly moved my hand up, and was soon caressing her upper thighs, softly brushing my hands along her vulva.

I moved my hand up to cup her vulva, running a finger between her labia. She was hot, wet, and felt real good. I moaned as I slipped a finger slowly into her, feeling how tight she was. "I am still a virgin" she moaned as I started to caress her clit with my thumb.

As I moved to her other breast, she moaned how she had been wanting me all day, but was afraid to do anything. I whispered I felt the same as I kissed the underside of her breast, and moved my body to lie between her legs. I pressed my belly against her groin as I moved my hands up to cup and caress her breasts. I moved down, licking her belly as the water continued to pour down on us.

Soon I reached her mound, and lightly pulled her hair with my lips. Not causing her pain, but feeling her move under me. I slipped between her legs, and lightly licked her slit. She gasped and grabbed my head, like I would want to be anywhere else. I slowly licked up and down her vulva, and then slid my tongue between her lips, licking her opening. I slid my tongue inside her, and Marti moaned, moving her legs onto my back as she softly called my name.

I slid my tongue in and out a few times, reaching out to hold her hands in mine as I moved back up to suck and lick her clit again. Marti really tightened her grip on my hands, and was soon moaning that she was about to cum. Another 3 minutes, and she exploded, tightening her hands more and moaning as her thighs gripped me, and she shuddered. Her vulva pulsed as she came, making us both feel real good.

After she could finally stand, we showered up again, and toweled each other off. We shared a long kiss after we got dressed, then went out to wait for her mom. She gave me her phone number, and I promised to call her after I got home.

The only sad part was that when I went to call her, the number was not hers. I like to think that it was a mistake, and she made a mistake. I have looked for her ever since, but to no luck. I admitted to my girlfriend what I had done, having to confess to my cheating on her. She forgave me, saying she probably would have done the same thing in my place. Even thought that was my only "one night stand", I look back on it with fond memories.



Beach



This is a work of fiction. Names characters and incidents are a product of the author's fevered imagination and wet dreams and any resemblance to to actual persons, living or dead, or real events are purely coincidental.

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There was still snow in the hollows behind the pine trees and in the ditch on the side of the road as they crossed over the mountain pass.

He picked up his coffee and took a sip. They were sitting in silence but it was a comfortable silence he thought, it didn't need to be filled with idle chatter. He was aware of a light scent, her shampoo or skin cream maybe. Not perfume, he was fairly sure of that. She wore no makeup; only a faded pair of jeans, t-shirt and hoody on. Tevas too... she'd be in for a surprise if she dipped her toes in the water, he thought. Oregon wasn't California. Her feet are going to freeze on the beach. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. She was the one who suggested a picnic at the beach for their first date. He felt like he had gotten to know her pretty well already. They had met online and been corresponding for a few months, talking almost every day. It felt like they had known each other for much longer. Even if the sun came out, which he doubted, it wasn't likely to be barefoot weather. Good thing he had the bottle of wine to drink with their picnic lunch. That would warm her up...hopefully in more than one way. She had given him a very quick stiff hug when he picked her up. Not what he had expected after their emails and texts which very quickly had gotten decidedly explicit.

He wasn't going to dwell on it. He had been working such long hours it was just nice to get out for the day.

He idly wondered if she was wearing white cotton panties. He didn't peg her for a thong. He suspected there was something a bit racy under the plain exterior she presented to the world. The only jewelry she wore was a choker necklace with a carved turquoise bead on it. He liked how the bead lay nestled in the hollow of her throat like a robin's egg in its nest. He thought about what it would look like against her skin when it flushed. She had admitted to blushing easily but he had not seen it happen yet. He decided it was time to try.

"Have you ever given a blowjob to a guy who was driving?" he said while looking straight ahead. Waiting as long as he could before glancing over. Satisfied that he had induced heightened color in her face, and over her chest and neck. Nice.

"No. Too dangerous. Especially on a twisting mountain road. I can't believe you asked that." But her breathing was faster than it had been a moment ago and she played with the bead on her necklace, nervously fingering it.

"You want me to go down on you now?" she said very quietly, but with an edge, almost daring him to say yes.

"I do...oh baby yes! but no, don't. You're right. The road is too dangerous in this stretch. I know a place though..." He trailed off, leaving that hanging in the air between them.

The turnoff to the dirt road that led to the small cove was almost hidden by a curve in the road. He knew this place well. He could find it in the fog, in the rain, in the dark. He knew when she had suggested a picnic that was where he wanted to take her. 

Isolated. Dramatic cliffs and rocks. Pounding surf. Driftwood to make a bonfire if it was cool. A protected pool to swim in if it was hot. So protected that he would often skinny dip even if the weather was cool. He relished the intense sensation of the cold water on his bare skin. When he took the plunge it felt like he was shedding old skin and metamorphosing into something new.

The sun had managed to burn through the low clouds a bit by the time he reached the parking spot. She got out and walked to the top of the bluff, looking off into the distance, arms crossed over her chest. He got out and took the picnic blanket out of his truck and left the cooler with the food where it was. Then he nonchalantly put the blanket on the hood and walked over to where she was standing looking at the ocean.

He walked up behind her and leaned in, inhaling, trying to identify the scent he noticed in the car. Very yummy, he thought.

He lifted her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. She sighed and leaned into him letting him support her weight. His arms were suddenly around her, his one hand on her belly over her t-shirt making small circles from her waistband to just under her breasts. The other was over her crossed arms.

Before she fully realized what was happening he picked her up, one hand grabbing between her legs the other around her chest, the wrestling moves he learned in high school and perfected in college ideal for this.

She squeaked and squirmed in a way that he knew she was just putting up a fight for the fun of it, knowing from their correspondence what would come next and wanting it as badly as he did. He carried her to the truck and lay her face down on the hood on the blanket with her legs dangling over the front. Moving his hands to her shoulders he held her there. Her ass was level with his face and he put his mouth over one cheek and bit her.

"Hey! You bit me!"

"Yes. You are very perceptive. And I'll bite you again. And again and again and again until you turn over and take off your jeans."

"You are very convincing. I can't move. You're still holding me down if you haven't noticed."

"I know." He bit her again on the other cheek but lower down, lingering a moment to appreciate the beguiling addition of warm muskiness seeping through the material of her crotch. He then raised her shoulders and flipped her over.

She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly peeled them down. He smiled realizing his suspicions were totally founded. He pulled off her sandals and her jeans and placed her feet up on his shoulders, his face level with her red lace panties. Starting in on one thigh he drew a line with his tongue up to her panties across the material and down the other thigh. Her breathing was faster and every time he passed his tongue on top of the fabric over her pussy. The material grew wetter and she moaned softly.

He held her hips, looked at her and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the panties, but did not move.

"Mmmmmm, you know you are driving me crazy babe," she whispered.

He did not answer but moved his fingers slightly to stretch out the panties' elastic then inched them down over her ass, slowly drew them down her legs, took them off and dropped then next to her jeans.

He stopped to appreciate the view of her neatly trimmed pussy for a moment then stroked up the outside of her legs and leaned in to give her the attention she so desperately needed. Her clit was pink and swollen and he slipped his tongue over it and down between her pussy lips sending shivers up her spine. He kept working his tongue slowly and steadily deeper and she lifted up against him her pressure building up into exquisite tension. He slipped his finger in to feel her heat and her muscles started to contract as her moans got louder.

He pulled her down just then, not letting her cum yet. She tipped her face up to his and kissed him, tasting her own sweetness on him, devoting her lips and tongue to his mouth the way he had just done to her pussy. He had her pinned against the truck, his hands cupping her ass, his cock straining at his shorts as he was pressing against her.

Suddenly he pulled away and looked closely at her. She wasn't just shivering from excitement. He took the blanket and wrapped her in it then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Hey! Put me down!"

He didn't answer and started walking down the beach with her over his shoulder to a small spot sheltered behind the rocks where the sun had warmed the sand. She got her arms free and started running her hands over his back, appreciating the firm outlines of his shoulders and the muscles in his back. "Good thing you've been working out."

He still didn't answer just put her down and pulled off his t-shirt and shorts. She smiled and bit her lip then lay back on the blanket and closed her eyes.

He lay next to her trailing his fingers up and down the length of her body letting her anticipation build.

She brought her hand up to catch his and opened her eyes looking at him with raw intensity. "Fuck me now."

He kept stroking her body with her hand on his, resisting her. She squirmed and wrapped her leg around his, trying to roll over onto him. He laughed. "You know I'll win any wrestling match. Didn't I tell you I was state wrestling champion in my senior year at college?"

She strained under his suddenly increased weight, the strength under his soft touch now shifted to firmly holding her down. His cock brushed against her leg leaving a snail tail of precum on her thigh. She shivered again. "Now babe? Please?" Her whisper was low and hoarse.

"What's that darlin? I can't hear you."

"Oh babe please. I need you to fuck me now. I can't take any more."

He teased her pussy with the tip of his cock, brushing lightly as she arched her back and spread her legs wider trying to catch him in her slippery folds.

Slowly he just gave her the very tip, letting it sit just at the opening, watching her face shift, watching her desire expressed so openly now. He knew that he was going to take her well beyond her little online fantasies.

He leaned down and nuzzled over her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. He still kept her pressed down against the ground. She could feel the uneven contours of the sand underneath her, the indentations made by her squirming.

She was breathing harder now, moaning softly and grinding up against him, trying to move slightly to have his cock enter her further. He gave her a tiny bit more, slowly teasing her bit by bit until he was the one who couldn't take it anymore and pushed in all the way to the hilt. She gasped, shifted and suddenly went over the edge into her orgasm, muscles contracting on his cock, face flushed, crying out.

He held her and rode it out then started thrusting slowly, building up speed, fucking her hard and fast until he was so close to cumming he didn't know if he could stop. But he knew what he wanted today and it didn't include cumming in her pussy. He pulled out and turned her over, pulling her up onto her hands and knees, and stroked her back for a minute. He pulled her upright to kiss the damp hair at the back of her neck, caressing her belly and breasts, letting her feel his cock against her ass. The hand on her belly slid lower and found her clit, and at that touch she dropped onto her elbows, ass in the air, and turned to look at him wide eyed. He continued to press and squeeze her clit, enjoying the way she wiggled and pressed her ass crack against his cock. His pre-cum was flowing nicely, adding to the lubrication that was already present. He let go of her clit and repositioned so that he could lean down and kiss and bite her ass, spreading the cheeks to give him access to the rosy whorl that winked coquettishly at him. He circled it with his tongue, dabbing and slipping up and down her crack and into her pussy as well. He knew she was ready, knew she wanted him to fuck her ass but he needed to have her beg for it. He stopped suddenly and she cried out.

"Oh no please, please keep going, oh babe I really want it."

He slowly massaged her asshole with his thumb, enjoying how she was leaning back against him to increase the pressure he very carefully kept light.

"What do you want darlin'? You have to tell me nice and loud."

She whispered into the blanket. "I want you to fuck my ass." He didn't move. "Please babe please please please, fuck my ass, now, I want it now!" every word a little louder until she was yelling out at the top of her lungs.

"I heard that," he chuckled and gave her what she wanted, what they both needed, sliding into her tight ass, feeling the initial pressure and pain then the release, as he fucked her deep, balls smacking against her pussy, holding her hips so tight in his hands he knew that she would be marked, would have violet blooms appearing later in the day to remind her that she was fucked the way she had always wanted to be.

He felt his body become the sky and the waves and the earth and the universe cracked so the light spread through him. He gathered her in his arms there and felt her shuddering against him, sinking onto the blanket and melting together into a tangle of arms and legs, hair and skin and salt mingling.

*****



Beach



You and I are walking on the beach... wading in the water after a long romantic dinner. The beach is deserted except for you and I, the sun is setting far off on the horizon. While we're standing there I lean, forward to kiss you. 

"I want you so bad right now, Baby," I whisper against your lips, "Right here.. on the beach," while my hands are slowly sliding down the sides of your body... cupping your ass, and pulling you towards me.

I feel just how hard you are through your shorts.. and slowly start rubbing your already hard cock while pushing you onto the ground. All the while, I pull your hard, throbbing, cock out of your shorts, I move the crotch of my bathingsuit to the side, just so if anyone catches us, it'll look like I'm straddling on your hips. I use my right hand to open my hot, wet, tight pussy... and just slide you in me.

Whispering against the base of your throat, "I want you to fuck me, baby.".... I slowly start to slide up and down the shaft of your throbbing cock..and slowly you watch as my right hand slides down in between us, and I slide two fingers in my wet pussy, and start to rub myself in circles.

Leaning forward, I lightly drag my nipples up your chest, while I run the tip of my tongue along your bottom lip.... and pull my mouth away when you try to kiss me... Just run my tongue along your bottom lip.. and up your jaw.... just when the tide rushes up around us, the shock of the cold water and the heat of us, you hear me moan,"You feel so good inside me, baby. I want you to cum in my hot, wet, pussy baby. I want you so bad, Querido."

When I hear you moan that you're about to come...... I slow down.. Slowly I slide down.... inch by inch you feel me slide..... and just to tease you, I lean back... You watch as, I run my hands up and down my body.... playing with my hard, pink nipples... down my body.... running my hand down in between us...and put one finger in me and start to rub..soo slow..just to make you moan from wanting me to go faster...and when you think that you couldn't take it anymore.. I'd start to ride you so hard and fast, while sliding my tongue in and out of your mouth so slow.. and telling you, "I Love You"... right when you start to cum.

After what seems like forever.... I hear you chuckle while you're running your hands through my hair.

"Baby...I think we need to *cum* to the beach more often."



Beach



The time was planned for months. We need to coordinate our two busy schedules so that we get the most of our free time. And, for three years now, we've been able to 'keep the spice' in our relationship by going on 'love trips'. Basically, 'love trips' are just an excuse to have sex two or three times a day in different locations no closer than a mile apart. Only one time per day can be in total privacy, and only the 'completed' times count. This presents some fairly formidable obstacles and we are bonded by team problem-solving.

Anyway, this year was to be along the central coast because the valley was sweltering under triple digit heat. So, lightly packed (not much more than overnight bags and some changes of clothing), we headed west on I-80 and towards adventure.

I was driving the slightly restored El Camino past a lot of nothing when he said, "Quick! Take the next exit and hang a right!"

The idea is to just 'go for it', so I made the exit and he said, "The Wooze".

I started to laugh because this was completely ridiculous; there was no way we could escape getting caught doing something inside a large public maze in the middle of the day! There were scores of cars in the lot and I heard the sounds of kids from somewhere. (We had a rule that no kids were to see any sex act but that didn't mean that we couldn't try to finish prior to getting caught!) I did my best to discourage him but he'd have none of it, so we bought our tickets and went to the starting gate.

There was a timeclock for validating your start time and you could win free tries through the maze if you finished quickly enough. We both read this and smiled thinking we were probably not going to 'finish' or finish soon enough! But, we punched the clock anyway and ran into the maze.

We were soon lost and started trying to find the way out until we realized that lost was the point! Quickly 'learning' a couple of switchbacks which were meant to frustrate and delay participants, these provided the best locales for moments out of sight. They also provided a little warning; when someone approached, we'd hear footsteps on two sides of the cul-de-sac prior to someone blundering into us and a dead end.

In the switchback of choice, I took the initiative and offered to 'give' first. He was so excited, I figured I could get him satisfied easily and quickly before disaster struck. I gave him me best 'come hither' and he stood with his back to a wall and unzipped his 505's. Since he never wears underwear, I knelt and had him in my mouth, and, in seconds, I was stroking the shaft and licking the head of his fully erect cock. We heard footsteps approaching just once (and, then, we pretended to have run into the dead end just prior to the newcomer and whoever it was bought it and avoided the wasted time of making the wrong last turn, too.) I was nowhere near the deep sucking part that loves best when he grabbed my hair and shoved his cumming cock down my throat. Then I remembered why I hate to get him off orally the first time; I usually masturbate him before giving him head because he cums so damned much the first time! But, this time, I'd forgotten and he was pumping my face as he spurted alternately down my throat and onto the roof of my mouth. I braced myself by grasping his legs and he finished with his usual deep, final thrust and cum, forcing my face tightly over him.

He's completely docile after cumming so I closed his pants and guided him out of the cul-de-sac and into more of the maze. As he recovered, he guessed at a possible pattern and led us rapidly through the rest of the maze. When we clocked out, we still had 8 minutes left before our free repeat trip eligibility would expire!

Back in the car, we talked about 'the rush' of what we'd just done and agreed that it was a great start.

We didn't stop again until we reached San Francisco. The weather here was still very warm, but there had been clouds forming at an alarming rate in the Coastal Range. The thunderstorm caught us in the heart of The City and we were just cruising around when I saw a parking space and pulled in.

"Grab the overcoat and put it on", I said as we stopped. He got it from the back seat and we exited the car into a drenching torrent. I guided him to the covered doorway of an abandoned shop and told him to back against the glass door. I opened his overcoat and backed into his embrace as he wrapped the coat around both of us. When we were covered, I opened my pants, pulled them and my underwear down, and rubbed my hips against his rapidly growing cock. This time, he opened his own pants and slowly, gently rubbed his stiff dick against my hips, my butt, and, finally, my ass. With the patience born of 'the second cum', he slowly forced the head of his cock into my anus. It always hurts the first few moments, but I get so excited I almost always push back and impale myself on his stiff prick. Today was no exception and he very slowly but deeply fucked my ass, while people walked by, barely noticing our presence through the veil of rain. I was almost getting off myself when a drunk old man stumbled up to us and started to ask for spare change. I hadn't realized how close to cumming my lover was and, as I started to ask the old man to leave us alone, cum was pumped forcefully up my ass! Wave after wave was pushed up and into me. I must have had the most incredible look on my face because the drunk's eyes grew wide with recognition and he almost ran down the street! I tensed to laugh and was rewarded with an almost gut-wrenching orgasm. We held each other for support until we were able to move again, and then he eased himself out of me and I discreetly reset my clothing while he did the same for his. In a few minutes, the clearing sky left nothing but the drenched streets and an almost clean tang in the air. We kissed quickly and returned to the car to continue our insanity.

A short drive brought us to a good restaurant with reasonably priced food along the shoreline. With gulls piercing the quiet with cries for... whatever they squawk for, we climbed the two dozen steps to the ornate double doors of the establishment. As is often the case in the bay area, the patrons were dressed in all manners: there were couples in shorts and t-shirts; elderly folks in formal wear; and lots of people like us, just casually dressed tourists. 'Frisco, being the tolerant and forgiving place it is, accepted us 'as is'.

We were seated in a small alcove of the dining area, not too near the gentry, in all their finest, but not far enough away to raise suspicions of preferential treatment. The high lighting of the room was courtesy the complete wall picture window, allowing no need for artificial light from the numerous chandeliers of falling crystal. There was a long, curved bar at one end of the room and doors leading to the waitstations, kitchen, and restrooms at the other. Each table was covered with a large white linen tablecloth, draping nearly to the floor.

Seated across from each other, we perused the ample menu and decided upon steaks, shrimp and scallops. While waiting for our salads, good old 'Mr. Horny' raised a sly brow and confided,

"You know, I've never done it in a full restaurant before."

"And you won't today, either, you fool!"

"Aw, come on! There's nobody within 15 feet, there are enough people to cover the noise, we blend in well, and the tablecloth will make it impossible for anybody to see anything."

"I am hungry! What is it with you?"

"You know we need more bonding to build a strong relationship," he said.

Despite myself, I had to laugh. Those late-teen hormones of his were doing their job on me, and I couldn't really blame him for trying.

"Just let me get something to eat first, in case you get us in trouble," I begged.

His grin seemed to say, 'o.k.', but we barely finished salads when he 'dropped' his fork.

"No, damnit!" I hissed. "You will get caught, we will get arrested, and I will still be hungry!"

"I won't be, though!" And, with that, he slipped unobtrusively under the table. Resigned to fate, I waited while he quietly slithered around the table's large, round central pillar. He was actually trying to be discreet as he unzipped my pants, gently fondling me to arousal. Our waiter returned to remove the salad dishes and I gathered them (and one salad fork...) for him. If he noticed I was now alone, he didn't mention it.

The mood in the room was calm, with the usual background noise, nobody was watching me (us?) and he did it: the stupid little kid wrapped his mouth around my eagerly awaiting penis and damn near froze me to death! He must have slipped a handful (mouthful?) of ice under the table with him. (I remembered the high school experiment where the class watches a teacher heat a fork until it's glowing red hot while one student stands with his back to the teacher and an arm behind his back. The class erupts in laughter as a piece of ice 'burns' the student's hidden, unseen arm and he screams.) Well, I'll be damned if it didn't work here and now! It was just a short little yell, and, I did cover my mouth, but the room became totally silent. Our waiter rushed to our table out of grave concern for my health just as 'lover-boy' pops up (on his side again) and exclaims,

"So that's where my fork was!"

Utterly mortified, I managed to get myself back in my pants, then say the only thing I could think of,

"Check, please."

We didn't speak for a long time as I drove angrily through the streets of San Francisco. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him trying to apologize, trying not to laugh, doing everything in his power to try to cool me down. I finally pulled into a vacant lot, stopped the car, and tried to beat the shit out of him. At 6'5" and outweighing me by nearly 50 lbs., he easily fended me off, even took a few of my blows just to let me feel good. And, all too soon, he did have me feeling good again. "You stupid jerk! We were lucky to get out of there without a police 'escort'!"

"I have a surprise for you, Roger. Let’s go back to the beach, near the park."

I wanted to scream but, as usual, I was charmed into submission.

We walked along the beach until dark, picking up pieces of shells and seaweed. The beach began to clear of other people after dark and he led me to a place near an old pier. And, there, he made love to me. I have been with exactly two men in my life but I could swear he has got to be one of the best lovers in the world!

Afterwards, he said, "Now, Roger, for your surprise..."

What he meant was clear even before I felt the hands forcing me face down, my arms apart; my head held down and turned to the side in the soft, damp sand; my legs pulled apart and the prying at my hips. I started to yell (for help? for gentleness? come and get it?) but a large, heavy body lay across my head and plowed a fully erect penis into my mouth. I groaned in spite of myself as a tongue went into my anus. With hands holding me spread-eagle, chest down on the sand, and allowing me no movement whatsoever, I endured the rhythmic thrusting into my mouth until, suddenly withdrawing, he cums all over my face and head. Immediately, hands in my hair position my mouth and face for another man. The sand cushions the intensity of the pounding into my mouth but I feel the tongue withdrawn from my ass, only to be replaced by the overwhelming intrusion of a cock shoved deeply into me. Harder and deeper than anything I ever imagined possible, I am raped with the joint rhythm of two men. Hands on my penis, stroking me capriciously. Hands grabbing my hips, holding me firmly in place for the constant, violent, deep thrusting between them. And, again, my mouth is freed only to have my lips and mouth bathed in cum again. My ass is suddenly emptied and I see the withdrawn penis positioned to cum on the side of my face; instead, it plunges into my mouth and gags me with even more cum. Fingers prying my hips apart, just long enough for the next rape to begin. And, as soon as that one ends, another slides into me, this one so much bigger than the last that I can’t even scream. One and one someone pounds me, pulling my ass cheeks apart and grinding down into my bowels. This guy leans forward and lays on top of me, licking my ear and biting my neck but never slacking the horrendous rhythm he’s maintaining up my butt. He kisses my cum spattered lips and laughs as someone crams another stiff prick into my mouth. This one is so hard and long that I start to gag when it hits the back of my throat. It’s pulled back and a grab a breathe filled with the scent of sweat and urine. Two more hands are added to my face and my head is held in a viselike grip. Then as the man up my ass laughs and merrily fucks away, and guy in my mouth leans into me, spearing my face with his thick prick and ramming it all the way past my teeth and tongue and into my throat! I can’t breathe at all as the man mashes his rough pubic hair into my nose and fucks my head like a whore’s cunt: violently and lustfully. Just as I start to pass out I feel the rhythm in my ass starting to change and the cock impaling me begins to thicken impossibly! Now, that hard fucking has become the stuff of nightmares – tearing my tissue around my gang raped ass, grinding my hips apart and spearing so far inside me that I know I’m going to retain it’s cum for weeks! As the sweat begins to build between us, and the black spots dance before my eyes (blocking the true vision of a stranger’s belly and cock raping my face), my throat is suddenly coated with a steady stream of jizz. Now with my hair being pulled forward, my throat is cleared long enough for it to be pounded over and over as the cock continues to pump load after load after load of thick cum into me, coating my tongue and teeth, splashing off the roof of my mouth. Finally the cock is withdrawn, held to my closed lips and stroked almost lovingly. The man up my butt laughs and slips his tongue along my cum splattered face as the cock in my face erupts one last time. This time it goes up my nose, covers my mouth and cheeks and drenches the rest of my face. And the ass raping goes from rough to brutal with guys holding my entire body down into the sand. In and out of my ass the cock flies, now completely lubricated with the rapists’ pre-cum and my loosening bowels. He begins to grunt and moan and finally digs his cock so deeply into me that I know he’s going to rip me apart, kissing my cummy face and shouting, “Take it! Take my cum, Roger! Take it, you fucking bitch!” And the cumming starts with a torrent of jizz flooding my ass like an enema. The rapist pounds with complete abandon, crying out as he presses more and more of his cum into my swollen asshole. I am screaming as well but my ass is clutching his penis, trying to stop it’s furious friction but succeeding in only milking more and more of the cum into my ass. Trying to stop tightening up, I realize that I am actually working to goad him on, pushing my ass into his thrusts and opening widely to accept is liquid gift.

Finally he pounds down a final time and pulls back on my hair as he digs as far into my asshole as he can, spewing the last of his cum all the way into my belly. The guys all make appreciative sounds, showing that they, too, have never witnessed a fucking like the one I just got. And with a sudden plop, the half-stiff cock is pulled quickly from my ass and shoved into my mouth. Again gagging on the vileness, I am forced to suck it clean. I concentrate on the task, circling the head carefully to get all the mess from any and all the folds of skin. My concentration is so complete that I hardly notice the next cock entering my ass and fucking my cummy shitshoot. I am sucking and licking and swallowing as my ass is washed with cum once again and emptied but immediately replaced by another stiff cock. This one cums in me almost at once. It is replaced by another, then another, and another. Each leaves his cum buried in my ass.

I am turned onto my back, my knees are lifted nearly to my shoulders, and I look up to see my lover. He is smiling down at me while he takes my penis in his hand and very gently pushes himself into me, saying, “I love you, Roger”. I couldn't believe that I was getting an erection and shouted into the hand covering my mouth as I came, spurting my wad all over my own chest and neck while two different guys bit my nipples. Somewhere, sometime during my lover’s familiar motion, with the care and love in his eyes, I made the transition. I still don't know when (or even why). But the firm hands holding me down became assisting hands, making all movements complimentary and effortless. And the raping ended as I became a willing slut, begging for more cock, more cum, and yet more cock – loving each and every single thrust into my now-willing body.

A bottle of wine was passed around and I was passed around, giving as freely as humanly possible.

-*- -*- -*-

I awoke alone ('No!') on the sand under the lightening sky. He was walking towards me, just strolling barefoot in the sand. When he was close enough to hear me, I simply asked,

"Why?"

"Roger, you left your journal out by the bed. I know you did it so that I would know what you needed, what you wanted. I don't want to give you up and you'd written..."

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, you fool! I don't even have a journal! You read the drafts from some short stories I was writing for The Free Rape Stories Board!"

The look of utter cluelessness on his face got me laughing until I cried. He continued to patiently sit there, in all his foolish, teenage innocence and proud sensuality and say,

"Hey! If we hurry, we can be the first people in the Wooze today and we've got free tickets!"



Beach



Near where I live there is a superb beach. Not only is there a huge expanse of sand, even before the tide goes out, but behind this there is around 300 yards of dunes, hillocks and scrub grass. The beach is about 3 miles long mostly with at least a hundred yards of dunes and scrub behind it.

Despite being near a major town it is never too busy, apart from the area immediately opposite the parking and barbecue area.

Several months ago I was passing the area, on a beautiful day and decided, on a whim, to pop down and take a few ‘rays’.

I wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion in heavy jeans, boots and thick shirt, but as luck would have it I had with me in the car a rucksack from the previous week, which contained my football kit, T-shirt, shorts and trainers.

When I got to the car park there were thirty or forty cars and the odd people hanging around pick-nicking etc. So I slung my backpack over one shoulder and set off along the beach for a few hundred yards until there were hardly any people (apart from those taking long walks from one end of the beach to the other…Why?) and turned off into the dunes.

Thirty or so yards in I found a secluded spot and sat down with the intention of changing into my lightweight football gear.

The first thing I did was to empty my rucksack and then, sitting down I pulled off my boot intent on removing the half ton of sand which had found entry since my walk began.

As I was facing away from the beach and was, at least a couple of sand dunes back from it, it seemed as good a place as any to change, as I lifted my boot to drain the sand from it I became aware that I was being observed. 

If they had stayed still I probably would not have noticed them tucked between the tussocks of sand grass at the top of the dune facing me. As it was, the very movement of them ducking down caught the edge of my vision, and although they had disappeared by the time I looked up, it had ‘tuned’ me enough to catch a faint girlish giggling noise on the edge of the wind.

However, my immediate concern was with emptying my other boot of its contents and, lowering my head (but keeping my eyes on the same spot) I duly unlaced my second boot and was rewarded with a dashing movement, between the dunes several yards to my right of two teenage girls. It was only a fleeting movement, so I could only gain a fleeting impression. One appeared to be blond, wearing a denim mini, a white crop top and white trainers. The other was dark haired, with a pony-tail wearing a bright green bikini top and a tight white tennis skirt and appeared bare foot. Both were crouched low and dived for the cover of the next dune to my right.

Realising that I was now the subject of a game of ‘spy’ I pondered my next move. For all I knew there could be a whole family behind any of the nearest dunes having a Picnic and could ‘pop up’ at any time.

Looking around in all directions and ignoring the ‘bobbing’ heads of my spies, I acted suddenly introverted and picked up my pack and gear and moved directly to the high sand dune they had just vacated, It proved to be not only empty but well secluded on all sides, like a small fort surrounded on all sides by tussocks and mounds.

I lay back on the sand and apparently relaxed. It took several minutes before I detected their presence. Again it was on my right and about twenty degrees in front, about four yards away behind a particularly bushy growth of sea grass.

This time I decided that there was no need to be reserved and I stretched on the sand before sitting up and taking my kit from the knapsack.

Pulling my T-shirt over my head I sneaked a peek in their direction through my ‘tunnelled’ shirt. They were still there and I could clearly see the blond girls face turned towards her partner in crime, with her hand over her mouth, stifling an excited giggle, her eyes wide with an ‘Oh my god’ look!

Without hesitation I unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my jeans before sitting down again to slowly remove my socks. By this time my cock, surprisingly, was only semi-erect, probably through a mix of fear and trepidation

As I lay back on the sand and hooked my thumbs into the top of my jeans I risked another look, as I slid my jeans down and off. Both heads suddenly disappeared and it was difficult for me to ignore the excited, giggling noises coming from the near vicinity. I carefully folded my jeans, and after pulling a towel from my rucksack, carefully placed them within.

Laying the towel flat out on the sand and then lying face up on it, I was reluctant, and a bit scared to take the next step, so instead, I let one arm flop to my side while the other lay, carelessly over my stomach with the hand idly tracing a line between my belly button and the base of my jockeys. Suddenly I remembered that there was a pair of sunglasses in the sack pocket, so I quickly pulled them out, and donning them, lay back to enjoy my ’sun’. Great! This meant that I could keep my head pointing straight ahead, but actually look directly at them (the glasses were completely black) and allowed me to continue to pretend I was in a state of privacy. I continued with my light, almost accidental stroking motion.

Despite the security of the glasses it was almost a minute before I risked a full look in their direction. Both had inched forward and up. They were now ‘ up on their elbows’, lying on their tummies facing me. Although still mostly hidden by the Dune grass, I could clearly make out the dark girls quite impressive cleavage, scrunched up between her upright arms.

My cock was now rapidly expanding to its full length, and I could wait no longer, so without any further delay I brought my thumbs to my waistband and, lifting my backside off the sand I peeled down my ‘jockeys’. There was an audible gasp as my almost fully hard cock sprang into view. Still facing directly ahead, but staring directly at them I was rewarded by the look on both their faces.

Eyes wide, mouths open, they stared at my cock as though mesmerised. They had crept forward almost without thinking until they were now perched on knees and elbows, fully atop the crest of the dune, almost certainly in full view (were I to suddenly to acknowledge their presence).

I could wait no longer and gripped my cock in my right hand and started to pump it in a slow, measured fashion, an involuntary sigh passed my lips, and again, as my rhythm 

Increased and the intensity of the excitement mounted as I suddenly appreciated that I was lying there totally naked, masturbating, and rapidly heading for a climax while two teenage girls watched hungrily from just a few feet away. Another moan escaped my lips as it became obvious my climax was just seconds away. I couldn’t help it. My head rolled until it was directly facing them and my glasses slid down my face!! For a second I faltered, struggling to pull my glasses up and preserve my ‘ignorance’ of their proximity, or to continue my act to its obvious conclusion. For a brief second our eyes met and I could almost feel them pull away in shocked recognisance of both our ‘sins’.

‘Come on Girls!!’ ‘Teas almost ready!’ a voice shouted several yards to our left. The sudden shock sat me bolt upright, sheer panic and guilt screaming at me. 

Both girls pitched forward from their position atop the dune from a mixture of surprise and shock too. They tumbled down into the central bowl to within a couple of feet of me.

I was aghast. This could only make matters worse!! Scrambling backwards in my surprise I realised that both girls were ‘hanging low’ as well and not, to my eternal relief screaming in full voiced terror.

It took a few seconds for me to understand. They were the ones feeling guilty, they were the ones who were scared of being caught, and they were the ones with shame burning their faces scarlet.

We sat staring at each other in a silent, scared conspiracy of silence…..no one moved…no one blinked…. no one said a word…..

The voice shouted again, but this time from twenty or thirty yards further.

No one moved……

I had to say something …In a whisper as loud as I dared. ’Look I’m sorry’ I stammered. ‘I didn’t realise…’

‘Shhh! Be quiet!’ Hissed the dark haired girl, ‘She’s almost gone!’

‘Well I’d better go then’ I whispered as quickly as I could.

‘For gods sake! Shut up will you, she’s coming back!’ Whispered the dark haired girl as loudly as she dared.

We all stared guiltily at each other as we maintained a wall of silence as a voice shouted ‘Christine! Terry! If you don’t come and get it, it’ll all be gone!…. Well, please yourselves’.

An audible sigh of relief came from all three of us as the voice faded into the distance.

‘Oh my God! If she had seen us!’ said the dark haired girl

‘Shut up will you Terry!’ said the blond

‘Fucking Hell!’ I said with obvious relief collapsing flat on my back.

I opened my eyes only to be met with two determined looking faces.

‘We know what you were doing. You were having a Wank weren’t you?’ said the blond girl Christine, staring me straight in the face.

‘ Well…. but, I didn’t know…I thought I was alone!’ stammering was habit forming.

‘Yes you did!’ she said spitting it through her teeth. ’You bloody well knew all along we were here didn’t you? You’re a bloody pervert!’

‘I beg your....I don’t know what’ I stammered trying to regroup

‘So what are you going to do now then, do you want us to go so you can carry on wanking!’ she said with a look of disgust on her face.

‘I think the moods rather gone now’ I said with a voice filled with sarcasm.

‘Is that why it’s gone all soft?’ Terry chimed in, staring at my rapidly shrinking penis.

Suddenly realising that I was still naked, and for some strange reason this came as a surprise, I hastily grabbed my jockeys and covered myself up as best I could.

‘My God!’ I said, ‘The poor buggers in shock after what just happened! I could get arrested for this!’ I hissed, and immediately regretted as I saw the look pass over Christine’s face.

Whatever guilt had taken hold of her when she heard the ’Voice’, had just disappeared.

She looked me square in the face, ‘ That’s right, you’re a dirty pervert and we could call the police on you! ‘ She sat back with a satisfied look on her face.

There really wasn’t much I could say about that, lets face it she was right.

‘So… Come on! What’s wrong with it now? It’s only about half the size?’ Christine sneered.

‘It was more solid looking before!’ chimed in Terry, still staring at my shrunken appendage, and almost giggling!

‘ Well that’s because I was excited before, I was turned on’ I explained.

‘So that’s why you were having a wank? You were turned on because you knew we was watching? said Christine

‘That’s right, well kind of, look its not that simple!’ I said 

‘ So, what the fuck was it that turned you on?’ Snarled Christine. ‘It was because you knew that we were watching you wasn’t it? Your’e a dirty fucker aren’t you?!’

‘That’s not…’ I stammered

‘So why isn’t it big now?’ chimed in Terry, taking us all by surprise. ‘ We’re watching him now, and it’s not doing nothing.’ She said quite innocently

‘That’s because I really need to be thinking about something sexy for it to work’ I said with baited breath.

There was no reply.

‘Look, before… I was getting turned on by knowing you were watching me….’

‘Yeh! So fuckin what!’ spat Christine

‘Well now…’ I hesitated’ I am starting to get turned on just by looking at you…’

‘What, How?’ said Terry, in a slightly softer more interested voice.

‘Well, with you Terry, it’s that small white tennis skirt and white knickers…’

‘Oh so ‘Short skirts’ turn you on does they pervo?’ sneered Christine

I managed a laugh ‘No, it’s because she has gorgeous legs, and that turns me on, I reckon that if she was facing me right now, as opposed to sitting facing to the right, I would have another hard on just looking up her skirt As I talked I started to regain some confidence and began to rub my finger along the outside of my dick.

Terry remained totally silent and just met my eyes

Remember, I was still naked and just the fact that I was saying these things to Terry was acting as a stimulant and my cock was swelling again.

‘You pervy fucker!’ said Christine, gazing down at my groin with nothing but contempt on her face. Then she realised that I was looking directly into her eyes….

‘So, what about me then you dirty wanker!’ she said with a laugh.

‘Well you definitely have nice breasts, even though I can’t see them properly with that crop top on, I would bet that you have really sensitive nipples. I would really like to just look at them and rub my cock.

‘You dirty fucker!’ said Christine. ’Look at yourself, your almost hard now, you can hardly keep your hands off it, and all you’ve done is talk about it!. Hah! Go on then, grab yourself a handful of cock and go for it, lets see you wank off till you come. Lets see you do it right now!!’ and with that she crossed her arms in front of her and pulled her top up and over her head in one swift movement.

She grabbed her tits and squeezed them roughly, kneeling forward and almost pushing them in his face. ‘What’s wrong then! Come on, I want to see you wank!’ She almost snarled the words, but she had a wide devilish grin on her face at the same time.

I knew it was all bravado, but the fact is that it was working. My cock was horizontal and was swelling with every word she spoke. Sensing that this could get even better, I took hold of my cock and started to slowly pull it back and fore the full length.

I never took my eyes off Christine’s tits as I slowly got to my knees facing her. I was still rubbing my cock very slowly back and fore. It was erect but not rock hard I was fighting it as much as I could, this could get better yet. I was so close that Christine had to lean back slightly in order to peer down between us. She took her hand from one breast to support herself, but I noticed immediately that the other hand was now grazing over her nipple with her palm and her other, now exposed nipple was as hard as a rock and extremely swollen.

‘I still don’t think its as big and hard as before’ Terry chipped in from close at my side

She had moved closer, and whether intentionally or not, was now sitting facing me, ankles crossed knees wide apart, her elbows rested on her knees and her face was almost level with her knees as she peered intently forward biting her bottom lip in concentration. My eyes dropped to her exposed crotch. The panties were pulled tight into her groin and I i could make out tufts of soft, dark downy hair sprouting from either side of the stretched elastic. But what really focused my attention was the semi transparent wet patch, directly in the middle.

Without taking my eyes from her soaking crotch I said ‘That’s because the more I get turned on the harder it gets’ directly to Terry. Meeting her eyes, she immediately realised where I had been staring and her jaw dropped in guilt when she suddenly realised that I was fully aware of the state she was in.

Taking advantage quickly I said ‘If I were to see more of you then I would definitely get harder and it will probably be enough to make me come’.

Before Terry had a chance to react Christine reacted quicker ‘ Go on Terry, look at me, blimey I took my top off and it got harder straight away.’ She pleaded ‘You heard what he said about wanting to look up your skirt, and I want to see him come…go on…please!’

I waited with baited breath, not daring to move a muscle. Was it possible she was going to be swayed by Christine and take her knickers off.

Terry glared at Christine for a full 30 seconds before suddenly getting to her feet ‘ All right then if I must ’ Christine bounced up and down almost clapping her hands in glee.

To my surprise Terry pulled down both her skirt and knickers in one swift movement, placed them on the sand under her and sat down in her former position.

I stared open mouthed at her obviously swollen and damp slit barely two feet from me.

‘Oh my God!’ gasped Christine, starting me from my reverie. ‘ You can actually see it growing’ she whispered in awe. Tearing my gaze from Terry’s moist young cunt for a second I glanced at Christine. She was no longer simply holding her breast. She had both breasts in her hands and was squeezing them roughly. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged, her excitement obvious, her concentration totally focused on my now completely swollen cock.

I stopped stroking my cock and let it jut out rigidly ‘ It’s almost as solid as it can get now’ I whispered.

‘Are you going to come?’ gasped Terry. She now sat with legs apart, both hands clenched over her groin, knuckles white, squeezing tightly.

‘Not yet’ I replied calmly ‘I think it needs more stimulation’.

‘Jesus…Christ…...Like..…bloody what?’ gasped Christine in an exasperated voice

‘This!’ I said, and hurriedly dipped my head forward, brushing aside her hand and 

Fastened my mouth around her engorged nipple, sucking hard and rolling my tongue 

quickly and roughly around the central rock solid bud.

‘ Ohhur no my Ghoood……Hrghh my God!!!’ she wailed pressing her hands to my shoulders to push me away. The pressure only lasted for a second before the fingers turned into a clench before slipping up and around my neck as she hugged me to her.

‘Urghhh!……Ohhh!…Yesss…..Essss!.’ She panted through gritted teeth

The initiative was mines and I took full advantage, sweeping my hands up the outside of her thighs pushing her skirt up with it I ran my thumbs along and just inside her knickers.

‘Ohhhhuughhh…huhh..huhh…hurghhhh!’ She grunted kissing and biting at the top of my head and shoulders.

Suddenly my cock was gripped by a small vice like hand. Terry had changed. Her hair had come loose from its pony tail, her face was blotchy, lips swollen, eyes shining. She was kneeling next to me breasts rubbing urgently at my elbow as she gripped my rigid cock with one hand while the other clawed and pulled at her cunt. 

My right hand pulled away from Christine and slid straight between Terry’s thighs eliciting a loud gasp of surprise from her before she grasped my hand and squeezed it tight against her soaking mound, grinding her clitoris hard against it.

At one and the same time I slipped my other hand completely under the elastic of Christine’s knickers slipping two fingers swiftly in and out of her sopping cunt while the palm of my hand grazed over her protruding clitoris.

Terry was shaking as if in a fit ‘Hagghh…….haghhh……harddder!!!’ she begged

Christine suddenly froze, mouth open wild eyes staring at me as I spoke for the first time in what seemed an eternity.

‘I think ….I’m….I’m…going to come soon!’ I stammered

Christine leaned back slightly and bent her head to look. The expression on her face was pure lust when she realised her friend Terry’s hand was grasped tightly around my shaft and was now pumping it in a jolting, jerky movement. 

Suddenly Terry let go.

‘Arrrrgghhhhhhhhh………Aaaarrghhh………....Aaaaaaarghh!!!!!!’ The hand previously grasping my cock was clenched tightly to her mouth as she grunted out her orgasm through gritted teeth. She shivered and shook and just when she thought it was over I thrust three fingers deep into her cunt and rubbed her clit with my thumb in a fast flicking motion. The effect was electrifying. Her hands clamped over mine, her head snapped up, her eyes opened wide as another wave of orgasm took her by surprise.

‘Ahhhaahhaaahhaaaharggghhhhh………Haarghhh! she groaned breathlessly before she slumped against my shoulder. 

Christine never waited until the final gasp before she grabbed my rigid cock with both hands

‘ Don’t you….stop now….you dirty….fucker!!’ she hissed as she pumped my cock as fast as she could.




Beach



It’s in the middle of the night as your phone rings. You open your eyes slowly and hope it stops. It doesn’t and you drag yourself out of the bed. "WAT," you bellow into the phone. 

"Morning Baby," you hear me say, " I have a little surprise for you. If you want to know what it is, you had better get dressed and move your ass down to the beach." You hear the click, as I hang up. You are torn between going back to bed or getting dressed and going to see what I have done. Your nosiness wins and you get dressed. 

As you reach the beach you realize that I didn’t tell you where the surprise was, but as you come closer you can see something. There is a small table and a chair stood on the beach. On the table is a candle and a small card. You read it. "Sit down and relax" You look around to see if anyone is there, but you cant spot anyone. You sit down and wait. There is a soft breeze and the candle plays in the wind. 

Suddenly you feel a soft fabric on your face, covering your eyes. You start objecting and hear a soft voice shhhhh at you. Soft fingers play across your neck and jaw line. You shudder. You can feel a soft warm body coming closer. Then you get straddled. You let your hands go up to the legs and feel the bare soft skin. You can feel the breath against your face, coming closer and closer. Then warm soft lips against yours. You moan lightly and open your mouth, to let the tongue in. It plays with yours. Your cock gets hard. 

Your hands run up higher and go under the fabric of the skirt. You let them rest on the bare buttocks. The lips leave yours and you can feel your T-shirt being pulled up and over your head. Gentle fingers play across your bare chest, run through the hair. The lips meet yours again and the body is being pressed closer to yours. Hard nipples pressed into your chest. You take one hand of the buttock and move it up to find an open shirt and bare breast. You cup them and let your thumbs run over the nipple. 

A light moan from your temptress. The fingers running down your side. Then her body moves up off your lap and you can feel the fingers opening your Button and Zipper, freeing your cock. Those soft, gentle, warm fingers enclose your cock in them. You shiver at the touch. Then you feel a hot wetness touch the top of your cock, and with a light moan that wetness encloses you and slides down on you. You put your hands onto the hips and then you feel them moving. Circling on your hard cock. 

You can’t believe how soft this all is. No fast movements, nothing rough, just very sensual. A hand in your neck and one on your side, the lips softly against yours and the warm body moving on your cock. It’s been a while and all this is driving you crazy. Soon, too soon you feel your balls tighten and the cum shooting up you. You buck up and enter the warmness deep and start shooting your sperm into it. You moan into that sweet mouth and hear a moan returning. 

Slowly you come down again. The warm wetness stays on you until you start going soft. Then the body moves up and away from you. Another kiss on your lips and then nothing. You wait, breathing heavily. Then you know that you are alone. You take of the blindfold and look around. It looks like before, a long empty beach. You dress, blow out the candle and make your way back to your apartment. 

You reach into your pocket for the key and find it gone. You swear because you don’t want to go searching on the beach. You push against the door and find that it is unlocked. Slowly you enter and hope that nobody has broke in. Everything looks normal, apart from a strange flickering light in the bedroom. You push against the door and see a candle lighting the room. Your eyes wander over to your bed and there I am. Dressed in a short silky nighty. You come over to me. Not a word, but you know that I was at the beach. You lie down next to me and kiss me. Your arms enclose me and pull me close to you. Then you whisper into my ear "You do know that I am never going to let you go again." I smile...............



Beach



Nervously Amy walked into the bar, she couldn’t believe she was planning on doing this. As she stepped through the doors into the air conditioned room she slowly lifted her head and looked around her. She could feel her nipples hardening under the thin white silk of her blouse as she walked the length of the bar to the back patio. She was aware of the stares of several of the men there and it gladdened her to know she could still turn heads after ten years of marriage, although she just wrote it off to her being seemingly alone in the bar. Stepping out onto the patio she stopped and just looked around as the light wind carried the sound of the waves rolling on the beach a little ways away.

Spotting an empty table near the edge of the sand she made her way over to it, enjoying the feel of her mid length white skirt moving against her bare legs as walked. Sitting down she demurely kept her legs closed.

“Not yet,” she thought to herself as she looked over the people sitting around her. 

After placing her order with the waitress Amy just sat there watching. During the rest of the evening she sat there drinking slowly and at times eating, but always making sure she could see around her. She knew others there were watching her as well. Twice she had to tell someone that she wasn’t interested in company for the evening, but she did so politely.

Later in the evening she could hear the faint sounds of thunder in the distance as another group of people walked onto the patio. When they sat at a table near her she looked them over. One of them, a younger guy in shorts and a sports shirt was facing towards her. She liked the looks of him, and from the way he was acting with the rest of his group, (two couples,) he was the odd man out.

Leaning back slightly she stretched, reaching up above her. She could feel her blouse pulling tightly against her chest as she did so. When she lowered her arms she glanced over at the young guy and watched as he looked quickly away. Smiling to herself she sat back in her chair and slightly spread her legs knowing that he could see what she was doing, and that she was still completely covered.

As the threatening storm slowly blew in from the ocean she slowly moved around in her chair. Every time she twisted or shifted she made sure to innocently hike her skirt up a little higher. By the time it had reached her knees the young man was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her. By the time it had reached mid thigh he was openly staring. Amy could feel herself heating up as she was doing this. She knew he would get an eyeful soon and that was what was keeping her doing this.

When she reached for her drink the next time she moved enough to bring her skirt up higher as she spread her legs again. Without moving her head Amy glanced down and saw her skirt had ridden up enough to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Looking at the young guy she saw him staring and knew he could see she was clean shaven. As she moved a little more, opening her legs slightly wider, she could see him swallow and knew he could see just how turned on she was. Finally he dragged his eyes away from her crotch and lifting them saw her looking at him. Startled he started to turn his head when he was stopped by her smile. As he kept looking at her Amy smiled even more while nodding at him.

“Oh god I can’t believe I’m going to do this, but oh how I want to.”

Raising a finger to her lips as if telling him to keep quiet she looked around until she caught the eye of the waitress. Motioning her over Amy paid her tab. When she looked back at the man she saw him still looking at her. As she got up she saw him thinking that she was leaving, (which she was,) but then he smiled himself as she motioned with her head out towards the beach where several bonfires had been lit. Grabbing her purse she started walking out onto the beach, heading towards the water. As she walked into the area between two of the fires she could hear the soft padding of feet in the sand behind her. Before long those feet caught up with her and turning her head she saw the guy from the patio. Even as the first drops of rain hit the sand around them he started to talk.

“Hi I’m Mark. I couldn’t help noticing you there in the club, and I couldn’t help noticing that you’re alone tonight.”

She almost groaned as she heard him starting his pickup line. As the rain started coming down even harder she raised her fingers to his lips silencing him then pulled him close. Tilting her head back she opened her mouth in invitation. As she felt his mouth lower itself to hers she started running her hands over his tight body.

As his hands slid down her body she pressed herself tighter against him, loving the feel of his body against hers. Breaking the kiss she glanced around quickly. Seeing the other people from the beach heading in to get out of the rain she pulled away from Mark and grabbing his hand led him down the beach towards the water. She loved the feel of the cool rain against her body. Hearing him gasp Amy turned her head to look at Mark and noticed her was staring at her body. Glancing down she saw that her blouse had become almost transparent with the water and was hugging her chest allowing him to see every curve.

As they reached the surf line Amy stopped next to an abandoned life guard stand and let go of his hand while turning towards him. His eyes opened even wider in the faint light as she reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse.

She trembled when he finally reached up and pushing her hands to the side took over undoing her blouse. She could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of her shirt as his hands slowly worked their way down. When he was done she grabbed the edges and started pulling it off and gasped as he bent his head down and started kissing her nipples. His lips and tongue felt hot against her rain cooled skin. Pulling the blouse off she let it drop to the sand and reaching down undid the two buttons holding her skirt closed. When she let go of it her skirt unwrapped slightly and fell, puddeling in the wet sand at their feet. Somehow Mark had missed this so Amy grabbed at his hands and guided them down to her now naked ass. She gasped as she felt his hands grabbing her cheeks. Before he could do more than squeeze lightly once she pulled back slightly and reaching between them started undoing his shorts. As she was doing this she whispered for him to take off his shirt. Within minutes he was as naked as she was. Reaching down again she found his manhood straining between them. Feeling how hard he was she knew he wouldn’t last long. That wasn’t in her plans. While she wanted to get fucked by a stranger she wanted it to last more than a minute.

Dropping to her knees in front of him she took his hardness in her mouth and started sucking. She loved the feel of him between her lips. Although he felt different somehow he was about the same size as her husband. Reaching up between his legs she gently felt then squeezed his balls while sucking him for all she was worth. With a moan he rewarded her by blowing his load in her mouth. Even before she had sucked him dry he lifted her to her feet and guided her to the lifeguard stand. As he lifted her and placed her on it’s rough wooden seat she leaned back while spreading her legs. 

This was perfect for what he planned. She was just a little below head height for him as she reclined. She felt him lifting and guiding her feet so they were resting on the seat next to her ass. Now she was laying back looking at the stars with her legs spread wide open for his view in the dim lighting from the bonfires up the beach. She moaned as she felt his lips and tongue descend on her exposed sex. She reveled in the feel of him sliding it up and down her slit before finally penetrating her hole. Even as his tongue was busy she felt his hands roaming over her body until they came to rest on her breasts. He slowly kneaded her flesh, his hands completely covering her breasts as his tongue worked it’s magic on her. She could feel herself heating up even more. She knew he could feel and taste her juices starting to flow out of her. Hell she could feel them starting to flow down the crack of her ass.

When he pulled his hands away from her breasts she wondered what he was going to do next. She wasn’t surprised when she felt him grab at her cheeks, slowly massaging them. Her husband always said her tits were too small but she made up for it with a shapely ass. She was surprised though when he spread her cheeks apart and slid his tongue down between them. This was something her husband had never done.

Mark slowly worked his tongue down her crack from top to bottom carefully avoiding her tiny hole. When he reached the bottom of her crack he started up again, repeating this several times he had her shivering. She couldn’t believe someone would do this. The feel of his tongue down there was so erotic she found herself moaning. When his tongue stopped it’s motions she groaned in disappointment, then gasped in surprise when she felt him place it’s tip against her tightly clenched anus. Pulling it away again he slid it back up and down her crack, then ran it over her parted lips again, delving deep inside of her as he did so. Finally he slid it back down and again pressed it against her anus. Now he shifted a hand and started playing with her cunt with his fingers, spreading her lips and sliding a finger deep inside of her while rubbing at her clit with his thumb. Suddenly she screamed out her orgasm as she felt his tongue not just resting against her tightest hole but gently pressing it was inside of her. She could feel her muscles clamping down around his finger and tongue as he snaked his way even deeper inside of her. Amy was gasping for breath as her chest heaved in the lightly falling rain as she came down from this intense experience. Shaking her head she lifted it to look down at him standing between her legs smiling up at her.

As she regained her strength she scooted forward on the bench until her legs were dangling over the edge. Mark reached up and helped her down, holding her until her feet were firmly on the cool sand. Turning in his gasp she pushed him back against the stand and told him to sit on the step there. Kneeling between his legs she was slightly surprised but not disappointed when she found him still soft. Leaning her head down she started in by sucking his nut sac into her mouth, loving the way his balls moved as she worked her tongue over him. After a bit she pulled back and slid her tongue up his slowly hardening shaft until she reached the end. Now she formed her lips into an “O” and slid them down over him. Slowly she started bobbing on him as she felt him growing ever harder in her mouth. When he was hard she pulled her mouth away from him, and much to his disappointment stood up. Grabbing his hand she ran laughing across the sand to the water, pulling him with her as she plunged through the small waves and waded out until the water was at her neck. Only then did she let go of him and turning grabbed his hair pulling him down for another kiss while pressing her body against his. She could feel him pressing against her between their bodies as she tried to devour his mouth. After a bit of this she knew she needed more. Breaking the kiss she reached up and grabbed his hands, pulling them down until they rested on her ass then reaching up again and putting her hands on his shoulders. When he grabbed her she lifted herself slightly until he took the hint and lifted her clear of the sandy bottom. As she felt his cock sliding down her belly she rejoiced. Finally it was resting between her legs. Reaching down between their bodies with one hand she guided it inside of her as he slowly lowered her.

Amy gasped loudly as she felt him slide into her for the first time She moaned when she felt his pubic hair pressing against her bald mound. She knew then she was impaled fully upon his shaft. Wrapping her legs around his waist she felt him start to slide out of her. She loved the feel of his hands on her ass as her nipples rubbed against his chest. As he slowly slid in and out of her, making her head bob above the water, she could feel him shifting his hands beneath her. She loved the way her nipples rubbed against his chest, and his fingers tracing their way against the crack of her ass as his cock stroked up inside of her. Amy had never done it in the water and enjoyed her lover being able to hold her up against him as he fucked her.

When his finger tips pressed against her ass she groaned but knew what he wanted. Without thinking about it she relaxed her muscles there and felt him slowly slide a finger up inside of her even as his cock slid up inside of her pussy.

Amy didn’t bother trying to say anything. Instead she gripped his waist with her legs and grabbed his shoulders whit her hands. Pushing and pulling herself up and down she started to ride him, thrilling at the feel of his hardness sliding deep inside of her. Even as she was doing this she couldn’t believe she was doing it. She had never cheated on her husband, in fact he was her first lover ever. Maybe that was why this was so exciting to her.

As she rode his cock she could feel both of them getting closer and closer to their orgasms. She was breathing harder as the first strokes of pleasure started running through her body. She could feel him getting harder and slowly growing slightly inside of her as he stroked faster and faster. Her excitement was causing her to clamp down on him, making him come closer to blowing his load as he tried to stroke inside of her ever tightening sex. Finally she came with a scream, holding tightly around his shoulders and dimly hearing his yell as he shot his load inside of her.

Standing there in the ocean they slowly came back to earth. Amy could feel him slowly shrinking inside of her as she nestled against his chest in the warm water. Without either of them moving other than from the movements of the small waves she felt him slowly slide out of her, leaving her feeling empty. With a sigh she pushed away from him and stood in the water telling him she had to leave. She had to get back home. Turning she waded back to the beach and stopping only long enough to pick up her clothes and purse walked towards where she had parked her car earlier in the evening. As she passed the now dieing embers of one of the fires she saw her husband slowly following her with their video camera held in front of his face. She knew he had caught most if not all of the action, and she couldn’t wait to see the tape when he was done with it. Laughing to herself she felt a blossoming of a new freedom inside of her.

She didn’t care if people saw her walking nude through the parking lot, in fact she enjoyed the looks of shock on some of their faces as she passed by. Reaching the convertible her husband had given her as a birthday gift she threw her damp and sandy clothes on the back seat while she climbed in and started it up. She even enjoyed putting on her seat belt, feeling it pass between her naked breasts as it crossed her chest. She thrilled to the feel of the wind across her naked body as she drove.

Having taken the long way home she wasn’t surprised to see her husbands car sitting in the carport as she pulled in. Even though she didn’t see him she knew he was around someplace so took her time getting out of the car, bending over the side of the car to get her clothes, then walking into the house knowing anyone who had been on the street had gotten a good look at her. Walking into the living room she collapsed laughing on the couch exhilarated by what she had just done even while not fully believing it. She was still laughing when her husband walked in with a large smile on his face, the camera in one hand, and undoing his pants with the other. Amy knew this was going to be one hell of a night.



Beach Adventures



This is just a quick recount of a very memorable experience I had recently with my husband.

Usually as we head into summer, as a family we plan a lot more trips to the beach. With both kids enjoying the surf and Tom, my husband, surfing and teaching the kids to surf, we enjoy heading away for a day trip up or down the coast. There are the rare occasions when we get a day down there without the kids. This was one of those times when both kids had other plans with friends and were away for the weekend.

Tom and I decided to take advantage of being kid free and head down the coast. Tom threw his board in while I gathered together some food and drinks for lunch and got an esky ready. It had been a few days since he and I had done anything sexual due to work and kids having things on. By the time we got into bed we were both too tired to do anything. Both of us would be asleep or just not in the mood once we hit bed. I was feeling a little frustrated and given the fact we were heading to the beach without kids, I thought I'd surprise Tom and wear a bikini. I normally only wear them when I get in the spa at home or on days when we don't have kids around. As I rummaged through my swimmers, I came across a white g-string bikini I had bought as a real surprise for Tom and I had planned on taking them when we next went away camping for when we ventured further up the beach away from crowds and so I was yet to wear them. I thought I might as well try them out before we went camping. To keep them a surprise though, I put my normal black one piece in as well. 

As we drove down the coast we started chatting about how good it was to get away to the beach without the kids and soon the suggestion was made and agreed upon, to head further south than normal. Maybe get away from some of the crowd and try somewhere different. We pulled into a small car park that had a "Beach Access" sign and thought we'd have a quick look. It was certainly a nice spot and not many people at all. Tom was happy with the way the surf looked and so we grabbed our stuff and headed down onto the beach.

As usual, Tom put some sunscreen on my back and shoulders and then proceeded to grab his board and walk down to the water. I started off on my usual walk along the beach. As I walked I noticed that there really weren't many people on the beach at all and I thought it might be a great opportunity to wear the white bikini. 

When I returned from my walk Tom was still surfing and I needed a swim. I wrapped a sarong around myself as I removed my shorts and knickers and put on the g-string. I removed the sarong but suddenly felt nearly naked so I grabbed the one-piece and put it on over the top. I walked down the beach and as I reached the water, Tom caught a wave and came in towards me. He walked up the beach a little and put his board down before coming back down and joining me. The water was refreshing after my walk yet not too cold that I wanted to get out. We swam about, splashed each other, laughed, and just enjoyed each others company.

When we started to cuddle and kiss I felt Tom getting hard. I suggested we head up to the towels. As we walked I looked both directions and there was only another couple way up the beach from us. I dried myself briefly and then laid my towel out. Tom had just laid his towel straight out and was already lying on his stomach watching me. As I removed the shoulder straps of the one piece he smiled. I told him I wanted to get some sun and he commented on the new bikini top. I told him it was just on sale in a separates bin. I left the one piece pushed down around my waist like a bikini bottom and laid down on my towel. We both just enjoyed the warmth of the sun. After a few minutes Tom turned to face away from me. I took the opportunity to remove my one piece all together and then unclasped my bikini top. I then asked Tom to apply some more sunscreen as I lay back on my towel on my stomach. "Wow! Very nice babe!" Tom exclaimed. I felt his hands on my back rubbing the sunscreen in. "I'll have to make sure you don't get burnt here." He said as his hands moved down over my arse cheeks. It felt very nice as he continued right down my legs and back up over my arse again.

I reached back with one arm and found his leg, and I ran my hand up and over his shorts to his crotch. He was very hard to say the least. "A bit uncomfortable are we?" I smirked. He simply pulled my hand away with one hand and pulled at the leg of his shorts with the other. With a bit of effort, he pulled his cock out of his speedos and placed my hand back on his cock. "Not here!" I quickly said as I pulled my hand off his cock. I propped myself up and looked up and down the beach. "No-one is around. The closest couple is way up there. They won't see anything. Just let yourself go!" He replied and before I noticed that my bikini top was still on my towel. He quickly reached under me to cup my breast that had been hanging freely. His action caused me to quickly lower myself back down as I realised what had happened. He was gently squeezing my breast in his hand as he continued to encourage me to just have fun. I was still hesitant but I was certainly aroused enough and I did desperately want some relief so I shifted a little which allowed him to move his hands. His fingers brushed my nipple sending shivers through my body. He gently took my nipple between his fingers and ever so slightly squeezed. That was it. I was gone.

I turned to face him, giving him access to my breasts and he took the invitation. As his hands ran over and around my breasts, I fumbled to untie his shorts and pull them down a little. His cock was the hardest I had ever seen and as I gripped it in my hand I heard him gasp. I then pulled at him and he moved up closer to my head. "You had better keep an eye out!" I firmly told him as I moved to lick the head of his cock. "I will." He whispered and with that I took his cock into my mouth. After a minute or so of sucking and licking his cock, I felt one of his hands sliding down my body. I shifted my legs apart a little and then felt his fingers trail over my pussy on the outside of my bikini bottom. It was like a small electric shock. I couldn't help but push towards his hand. After he had rubbed my pussy through the material of bikini, I then felt his fingers pushing along the edge of my bikini. With a small effort, his fingers were then running through my pussy lips. I was so aroused. I had stopped my attention on his cock and was focusing on my pleasure.

He then stopped, he moved to be down between my legs and my pleasure was soon multiplied ten-fold as he began licking my pussy. I pulled the material aside and just lay there lost in a wave of sheer pleasure. However after a couple of minutes I just wanted Tom to fuck me. "Fuck me right here, right now!" I exclaimed and so while I removed my g-string all together, Tom stood up and removed his shorts. Standing naked in front of me I just admired his body but then reached out for him. He remained standing for some time looking up and down my body and the position I was in, naked on my towel with my legs spread and stretching my arms towards him. I must have been a sight. He was also taking in and teasing my desperation. He then knelt down between my legs and I gripped his cock and guided it towards my pussy. Although he tried to take it slow, I was having none of that and wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in. He then stayed buried deep inside me and would not slide back. He was trying to control himself. I released my legs and he pulled back and slipped out. I decided to take control myself and rolled him over. He loves me on top especially when I sit up to ride him. So he was more than happy to allow me to do this. He watched as I again guided his cock into me and I made sure to slowly ease down it for him.

I went from riding to sitting and rocking and back to riding, allowing him to control partly but also building my own orgasm. I then got to the stage where I wanted to cum and started riding and not allowing him to stop me. I knew I was running a thin line with him about to cum but I also thought I was close enough. All of a sudden he pulled me down onto him. My breasts squashed against him and he thrust him cock in hard. Although I tried to get myself there too, I knew I'd lost. He was cumming. I lay there on top of him and I could feel his cock softening and then slip out of me. 

Then I thought about my own orgasm and how close I had been. I thought that if was lucky I might get him hard enough to go again. With that, I started to slowly slide back and forth on him. I sat up, leaning forwards so my breasts hung over him and brushed his chest and started to grind my hips down on him as I slid back and forth along his cock. I could feel him slowly getting harder and I knew I would feel him inside me again. I took the opportunity to sit back up and glanced up and down the beach. No-one was anywhere nearby, so I told him to fuck me again. This time however, I wanted it doggy. 

Tom stood up and I got on my hands and knees, I lowered my head to the towel and stuck my arse up, then felt Tom rubbing his cock against my pussy before sliding into me. He held my hips and I was pushing back to meet his every thrust and within no time at all, I was again very close to cumming. I lifted my head and opened my eyes to take in the fact that I was fucking on the beach out in the open. There, standing no more than ten metres away, right in front of me, was a man. I had become so caught up that I didn't hear him or see him approach. I froze and didn't know what to do. I was so close to orgasm and desperately wanted to cum but I was so embarrassed at someone seeing me like that. I looked back at Tom wondering why he hadn't stopped or even said anything. Tom was looking at the guy and then he looked at me then back at the guy. Instead, Tom had just kept going. I looked back to the guy and it was only then that I noticed what he was doing. He had his cock in his hand and he was masturbating. I can't say whether it was a result of his actions or because of the situation I was in, but I suddenly felt so aroused and my orgasm building fast. I then remembered what Tom had said earlier, "Just let go." I thought what the hell, he's right and this guy has already seen us going at it, he might as well see us finish. 

With that thought, I proceeded to push my hips back against Tom as I watched this stranger wanking his cock. The stranger, sensing my new found relaxation moved closer. With me watching him, he removed his shorts was standing naked in front of me. He took another step forwards. He got to within a metre or so of me and then got down on his knees. He was stroking his cock right in front of me as if testing the water. With me not giving him a negative response, he eased a little closer. I was still embarrassed yet extremely excited and therefore I couldn't do more to respond than lick my dry lips. He shuffled further still until he pushed his cock down to brush it against my face. I kind of just froze and he repeated the motion and brushed it against my face again. Instinctively I licked at it as he slowly drew it across my lips. I looked up at him and as he held his cock still, I opened my mouth and took him in.

It must have been just a natural motion for me but I began pushing back and forth on Tom and taking the strangers cock in and out of my mouth at the same time. At that moment I felt Tom pull my hard against him and his cock pulsed. This was enough to send me over the edge too. I stopped sucking on the stranger and just let myself float off in a wave of immense pleasure. As my orgasm subsided, Tom pulled out. I was worried that he'd let the stranger fuck me but instead he get me to kneel up. I looked up and down the beach and saw no-one. The stranger stood up and moved so I could suck his cock again. I had only sucked his cock for a short time when he pulled away. He grabbed his cock and jerked it right at my breasts. His first pulse of cum landed above my breasts. The next splashed between them and as I pushed my breasts together, the next couple just landed on my breasts.

It was then that I became a little embarrassed again and very self conscious. Even though I was still on a high thinking about the fact that I had willingly just allowed a stranger to not only cum on me but that I had sucked his cock right there on a beach in front of Tom. The thought of it was arousing me again. Yet I was worried that both Tom and the stranger would be judging me now. As I stood up and reached for my sarong the stranger spoke. "Sorry. I just saw you two caught up in a passionate moment. You looked so hot together and I just could not help but watch." He was very quiet as he spoke. I didn't know where to look. I was still feeling embarrassed. As I bent over the bag of belongings looking for a serviette to wipe the stranger's cum that was now running down my stomach from my breasts, I felt Tom hands on my shoulders. He urged me upright and pulled me into him. He then kissed me very passionately.

I felt the sarong being pulled away and turned my head to see the stranger standing right there behind me. Tom then turned me around to face the stranger. I covered myself as best I could. I could feel my arms and hands' sliding over the stranger's cum that I hadn't had the chance to wipe off. Tom was now behind me and he gently grabbed hold of my arms and slowly pulled them away from my stomach and breasts. At first I didn't allow it, then I felt his hard cock pressing against me and I simply gave in, letting Tom expose me to the stranger. As Tom held my arms up and away from my body, the stranger stepped closer. He went to kiss my neck but Tom was already doing so on the other side and so the stranger went for my breasts. The feeling of one man kissing my neck while another kissed and licked my nipples was unbelievable. 

After a short time, Tom turned me around. He again kissed me but this time I had the stranger's hands running up and down my body. I stepped away from Tom a little to allow the stranger access to my breasts, an invitation he understood and accepted. As the stranger cupped my breasts, Tom started to step back a little and pushed me down. I knew what he wanted so I took his cock into my mouth. As I sucked Tom's cock I felt the stranger running his fingers down my stomach towards my pussy. I took a breath and widened my stance. This gave him access and he gently ran his fingers all around, over and finally through my pussy before slipping a finger in. Once again I became caught up in the experience and didn't notice straight away when the stranger stopped. Tom held my head down so I would keep working on his on his cock and before I could say anything, the stranger had his cock in my pussy.

The stranger grabbed my hips and started slowly pulling and pushing me. He was controlling the movements and he had me in heaven. It was either the angle he got as he slid in or the fact that the head of his cock was a bit wider than Tom's but it was with each slowly push into me that had my legs weakening. The stranger must have sensed this because he really concentrated on the control and speed of the thrust forward and gave me one hell of an orgasm. I grabbed hold of Tom's waist and the stranger held mine as I bucked and writhed as my orgasm took total control of me. 

I fell forward and onto the sand. I was still on my knees when I was pushed forward. I knew what was happening and was all for it. The stranger positioned behind me and slid back into my still sensitive pussy. He didn't care for that now though as he started thrusting into me. I looked up at Tom but he had already moved just as the stranger pushed in as far as he could and pulled my hips back thrusting him further still. With that he came and I watched Tom as he watched the stranger filling me with cum. I then just leant forward and lay my head on the towel again while the stranger slowly finished and pulled out. Without warning though, Tom was then positioning himself and started sliding his cock into me. No more than five or six thrusts and he was cumming. 

By the time Tom pulled out and I re-orientated myself and got up, the stranger had disappeared into the dunes behind us. I was standing there with my sarong wrapped around me and cum running down my leg. I took my one piece and walked down to the water. I walked out deep enough to clean up and then put my swimmers on. As I walked back to Tom I couldn't help but smile and laugh. "Wow!" That was all both of us could muster at the time.

During the drive home we spoke about and described the whole scene over and over again. Tom told me how much he loved seeing the guy cumming on me but then when he actually witnessed the guy not only fucking me but cumming in me, it was one of the hottest things he had seen. I must admit, it was extremely arousing for me too and probably the hottest thing I've ever done on the spur of the moment.



Beach Babe Killer



Tommy hadn't come here to kill women but sometimes it was so hard to resist. The beaches of the gold coast lay just an hour from Brisbane, twenty miles of gorgeous golden sand backed by huge condominiums, fast food stores, souvenir shops and restaurants of every description. Garish and glitzy, breathtaking and exciting. Like the women

Tall, petite, slim, voluptuous, muscular, blondes, brunettes, and redheads - he had never seen so many striking women and on day three he discovered the best of them all.

He woke from half slumber in the afternoon sun to a vision like that of Venus emerging from the sea on a surfboard. At least six feet tall, with glorious breasts, a dancers legs and a butterscotch tan everywhere not covered by the tiny silver swimsuit.

She walked with and easy grace and confidence, casually ignoring whistles and invites of the men she passed to head toward a small group of girls talking and lounging by the steps from the beach. Their welcome seemed normal but with his acute, almost psychic, perceptions he thought he detected a slight undercurrent of hostility for the splendid surfer girl. If they were jealous he could see no reason. None of them had a physique like his Venus but all were attractive and one, with a baby face, and hair that ran like a river of silver down her back caught his heart with her nervous innocence and fleeting smile.

Gathering his towel and sun block, he walked leisurely past them. He gazed at from his Venus to the baby faced blonde and back again. He wasn't here to kill women but if they were here tomorrow, it would be a Sign.

They were not there. But he did see the baby-faced blonde again - she was on the cover of his morning paper: 'Beach Babe Killer, Victim No. 4'.

For a moment he was angry, red spots invaded his vision and he gripped the paper till it was ripped and his knuckles were white. How dare this man kill one of his women?

He fetched his razor. He would not be cheated his rightful prey.

Two days of searching and he saw his Venus again - she was alone and now wore a fiery red bikini. It didn't suit her but that didn't stop the leering stares. She wasn't surfing today but swimming; powerful, smooth strokes effortlessly drawing her through the water. He watched her for about an hour before emerged from what looked like the final swim of the day. He stood in front of her, blocking her path to the monster towel that lay waiting.

'I watched you the other day.'

Her reaction was neutral, sizing him up.

'Where are your friends' he asked, pressing her silence.

'Why?' Her response was almost a slap in the face, her words pitched low as if she could kill with merely the tone 'Do you fancy one of them? Want to use me to get to her? Well if its Jessica then you're to late. She's dead!"

Her voice was thick with emotion and she turned away, back toward the sea. He gripped her bicep and pulled hard 'til she turned back. Still cool from the water he could nonetheless feel the glorious heat of her body. The look on her face was a challenge.

He stared into her eyes, deep blue into almost icy silver, not the best looking of men he nonetheless had a magnetism that women found hard to resist.

He lowered his voice and she had to almost strain to catch his words 'I don't want the others, I want you. But I see you are beyond persuading' He released her arm and walked off. He was sure he had her now.

'Stop', her voice was less sure as she called him back 'What did you have in mind?'

'Why not join me for dinner?'

She had an apartment in a condo off William Street. Minutes away from the beach it was a luxurious three-bedroom suite with a view of the sun bleeding slowly into the sea. Red light like a tide of blood. She had kept him waiting nearly half an hour now and he was becoming restless, nervous for the first time he could remember. He pulled the straight razor from his boot. It was so sharp it could cut a leather strap. Scarlet flashed compulsively from it as he waved it in the light of the dying sun. He didn't think he'd use it but sometimes it pleased him to think how much the blade terrified them before they learned what real terror was.

Minutes dragged further and the shadows grew unnoticed into darkness until a sudden light at the door to the bedroom startled him from his reverie.

She wore a black lacy dress. Silhouetted as she was, it was practically invisible and did a perfect job of showcasing the body that had had so many men in awe on the beach. She had done things to her hair too - it was now wound tall on her head in an intricate style adding to the impressiveness of her height and slight glitter had been applied to her cheeks. They sparkled like exploding stars as she moved in the doorway, almost undulating, changing position to find the ultimate tease in moves that were more challenge than dance.

He didn't remember shedding his clothes. He wanted too much to be a part of her, fuck her brains out to screams of delight and then make her scream in other ways.

He almost ripped the dress from her, hands on the full heaviness of her breasts, flaring hips, smooth thighs. God, he wanted this one.

She steered him to the bedroom, a black silk clad double bed. Cool sheets slippery under him, he kissed her nipples gently, moved up to the graceful neck and gorgeous, glittery face.'

'No. I'm sorry, I can't do it this way'

He was gasping, ready. 'What... what do you mean?' Confused.

'Like this, I like it different. I like you but I just cant get off like this.'

He would do almost anything; it was necessary for the first part to be ecstasy 'How do you mean, "Different"'

She hesitated, looked ashamed 'I like to make out I'm raping my man; tie him up - that sort of thing. I know its not normal but...'

He stopped her, finger on her lips. The idea of being tied excited him, made him shiver in anticipation. He told her so.

Minutes later, his hands were connected to the head of the bed by sturdy, padded handcuffs. On the way to his feet she stroked a gentle, powerful hand down his torso, past his groin. He nearly exploded, hot semen shooting across his chest.

Nearly. One more like that.

His legs were spread, manacled to the bed but he didn't even notice as she lowered herself onto him. Hot, tight velvet engulfed him.

She started slowly, a maddening rhythm. Just as he felt he could take no more, she would stop; lean forwards breasts within inches of his face, teasing just out of reach. He made a grab for her but was pulled short. Her laughter tinkled merrily and he could feel the pressure building within her, small shudders. She moved faster and faster and he passed the point of no return. Roaring and bucking and screaming they came together and she fell across him.

Lying, sweaty in the faint illumination of the street outside, he basked in the internal glow and daydreamed of what he would do to her before morning.

'Jessica hated me, you know, they all did. Ridiculed me behind my back. The men too - I know you only wanted me to get to one of them. It's a very bad trick but up to now I've stuck to punishing the girls.'

He opened his eyes. A razor like his own flashed across his face and burning blood flowed.

The Beach Babe Killer. 



Beach Babe Killer



Tommy hadn't come here to kill women but  sometimes it was so hard to resist. The beaches of the gold coast lay just an hour from Brisbane, twenty miles of gorgeous golden sand backed by huge condominiums, fast food stores, souvenir shops and restaurants of every description. Garish and glitzy, breathtaking and exciting. Like the women

Tall, petite, slim, voluptuous, muscular, blondes, brunettes, and redheads - he had never seen so many striking women and on day three he discovered the best of them all.

He woke from half slumber in the afternoon sun to a vision like that of Venus emerging from the sea on a surfboard. At least six feet tall, with a slender musculature and butterscotch tan everywhere not covered by the tiny silver swimsuit.

She walked with and easy grace and confidence, casually ignoring whistles and invites of the men she passed to head toward a small group of girls talking and lounging by the steps from the beach. Their welcome seemed normal but with his acute, almost psychic, perceptions he thought he detected a slight undercurrent of hostility for the splendid surfer girl. If they were jealous he could see no reason. None of them had a physique like his Venus but all were attractive and one, with a baby face, and hair that ran like a river of silver down her back caught his heart with her nervous innocence and fleeting smile.

Gathering his towel and sun block, he walked leisurely past them. He gazed at the from his Venus to the baby faced blonde and back again. He wasn't here to kill women but if they were here tomorrow, it would be a Sign.

They were not there. But he did see the baby-faced blonde again - she was on the cover of his morning paper, 'Beach Babe Killer, Victim No. 4.'

For a moment he was angry, red spots invaded his vision and he gripped the paper till it was ripped and his knuckles were white. How dare this man kill one of his women?

He fetched his razor. He would not be cheated his rightful prey.

Two days of searching and he saw his Venus again - she was alone and now wore a fiery red bikini. It didn't suit her but that didn't stop the leering stares. She wasn't surfing today but swimming; powerful, smooth strokes effortlessly drawing her through the water. He watched her for about an hour before emerged from what looked like the final swim of the day. He stood in front of her, blocking her path to the monster towel that lay waiting.

'I watched you the other day.'

Her reaction was neutral, sizing him up.

'Where are your friends?' he asked, pressing her silence.

'Why?' Her response was almost a slap in the face, her words pitched low as if she could kill with merely the tone 'Do you fancy one of them? Want to use me to get to her? Well if its Jessica then you're to late. She's dead!'

He thought he could detect tears in her voice and as she turned away, back toward the sea he grabbed her arm. Still cool from the water he could nonetheless feel the glorious heat of her body.

She turned back tears openly streaming down her face.

He stared into her eyes, deep blue into an almost icy silver, not the best looking of men he nonetheless had a magnetism that women found hard to resist.

He lowered his voice and she had to almost strain to catch his words 'I don't want the others, I want you.'. He released her arm and walked off. He had her now.

'Stop.' Her voice was less sure as she called him back 'Why not join me for dinner?'

She had an apartment in a condo off William street. Minutes away from the beach it was a luxurious three bedroom suite with a view of the sun bleeding slowly into the sea. Red light like a tide of blood. She had kept him waiting nearly half an hour now and he was becoming restless, nervous for the first time he could remember. He pulled the straight razor from his boot. It was so sharp it could cut a leather strap. Scarlet flashed compulsively from it as he waved it in the light of the dying sun. He didnt think he'd use it but sometimes it pleased him to think how much the blade terrified them before they learned what real terror was.

Minutes dragged further and the shadows grew unnoticed into darkness until a sudden light at the door to the bedroom startled him from his reverie.

She wore a black lacy dress. Silhouetted as she was, it was practically invisible and did a perfect job of showcasing the body that had had so many men in awe on the beach. She had done things to her hair too - it was now wound tall on her head in an intricate style adding to the impressiveness of her height and slight glitter had been applied to her cheeks. They sparkled like exploding stars as she moved in the doorway, almost undulating, changing position to find the ultimate tease in moves that were more challenge than dance.

He didn't remember shedding his clothes. He wanted too much to be a part of her, fuck her brains out to screams of delight and then make her scream in other ways.

He almost ripped the dress from her, hands on the full heaviness of her breasts, flaring hips, smooth thighs. God, he wanted this one.

She steered him to the bedroom, a black silk clad double bed. Cool sheets slippery under him, he kissed her nipples gently, moved up to the graceful neck and gorgeous, glittery face.'

'No. I'm sorry, I can't do it this way.'

He was gasping, ready. 'What… what do you mean?' Confused.

'Like this, I like it different. I like you but I just cant get off like this.'

He would do almost anything, it was necessary for the first part to be ecstasy 'How do you mean, "Different"?'

She hesitated, looked ashamed 'I like to make out I'm raping my man, tie him up - that sort of thing. I know its not normal but...'

He stopped her, finger on her lips. The idea of being tied excited him, made him shiver in anticipation. He told her so.

Minutes later, his hands were connected to the head of the bed by sturdy, padded handcuffs. on the way to his feet she stroked a gentle, powerful hand down his torso, past his groin. He nearly exploded, hot semen shooting across his chest.

Nearly. One more like that.

His legs were spread, manacled to the bed but he didn't even notice as she lowered herself onto him. Hot, tight velvet engulfed him.

She started slowly, a maddening rhythm. Just as he felt he could take no more, she would stop, lean forwards breasts within inches of his face, teasing just out of reach. He made a grab for her but was pulled short. Her laughter tinkled merrily and he could feel the pressure building within her, small shudders. She moved faster and faster and he passed the point of no return. roaring and bucking and screaming they came together and she fell across him.

Lying, sweaty in the faint illumination of the street outside, he basked in the internal glow and daydreamed of what he would do to her before morning.

'Jessica hated me, you know, they all did. Ridiculed me behind my back. The men too - I know you only wanted me to get to one of them. It’s a very bad trick but up to now I've stuck to punishing the girls.'

He opened his eyes. A razor like his own flashed across his face and burning blood flowed.

The Beach Babe Killer.



Beach Baby



This was Denise's favourite time. The kids were at college and work, Bobby was also at work and she was all by her lonesome, laid out on the beach. She'd found a little corner, away from the few people that were there. And there wasn't many. On a Tuesday morning, most people had other things that they should be doing. 

The sun was already burning her body. She was glad that she had found this quiet place to be on her own. It enabled her to go topless. Denise was sat facing the sea, resting on both elbows. She looked left and right and nobody was too close. Reaching into her bag she pulled out her suntan lotion and started to smother her shapely legs. She started with her feet with their painted nails and slowly moved up to her ankles. By the time she'd got to her knees, her pussy was quite damp. What with the heat of the sun and the oil in the lotion it wasn't gonna take her long to become aroused. It had been this way her whole life and at 45 it wasn't going to be any different. Ever. She looked herself over and considered her body. She knew she was attractive, not just because Bobby told her, but also she still made men's heads turn. 

She had long dark hair to just past her shoulders, big hazel eyes, nice full lips that loved to suck cock. She had perfect C cup breasts with huge nipples that no matter what she did, she couldn't hide. Most men's eyes went out on stalks when they saw them. At her age, it was obviously no surprise that she had what she called her 'woman', considering her age and the figures of her friends wasn't even worth mentioning. Her bum, while not being tiny, was perfect. Her legs some people considered, were her best feature. Although they weren't long by any means, for Denise stood at 5' in bare feet, they were in perfect condition. She often found Bobby sat there staring at them when she was in shorts watching the TV. She supposed, she thought, her body was built for sex. She carried on putting on the sun lotion and had just reached her breasts when movement caught her eye. She quickly peeked to her right and she saw what can only be described as an 'Adonis, come over the dune and sat about 20' away. 

He was black. Blacker than Bobby. Even taller than him. He must have been 6'3" built like a shit house. But what caught her eye the most was his lunch box. It was massive. No matter what she did, she couldn't take her eyes away from it. After a short while, she realised it was getting bigger. It took a little while for this thought to kick in and when it did, she looked up and found him staring at her. She looked into his face and realised how young he was. She estimated his age to be 30. 15 years her junior. When she looked back down, his fist was wrapped around his growing member. This had now grown to a huge size. She'd seen many big cocks before. Bobby was blessed with a nice 9 inches, but this was considerably bigger. By at least 2 inches she thought from this distance. She looked around her and saw nobody was within watching distance and looked back at her admirer. 

He was now slowly pumping his prick as he looked at her firm breasts. She couldn't take her eyes away from the foreskin that kept disappearing over his big helmet. She felt her mouth water and her lips dried. She slowly licked her lips to moisten them. His fist had, she thought, got faster. Her own hand, without her being aware, had snaked down into her own bikini bottoms and she had found her clit. Her long nail flicked her little button and she felt it down to her toes. The embarrassment had all but gone from her as she watched this young man. It wasn't as if he was the first or even the second stranger to wank in front of her. She had seen many men wank in front of her and had always found it exciting and a turn on. But this was different. You don't expect to have somebody on an open beach toss himself off in front of you, especially in broad daylight.

Denise laid down with her head to the side and watched as he continued pleasuring his fat cock. She squeezed sun-lotion into her hand and slowly rubbed it in. Their eyes met over the 

distance and she willed him to come. She wanted to see his cum spurt over his flat stomach. Her pussy was gushing with her juices and her 2 fingers had slipped in as easily as a hot knife in butter. She could tell even from this distance that he was close. Getting on to her side , she let him see the fingers in her pussy as she pumped them in and out. His fist was shooting up and down his cock until finally his jism shot out onto his chest. Spurt after spurt came out. Denise was really impressed. She liked men to cum in any way shape or form. But she loved a spurter. And she hadn't seen one like this for a long while. Not only could he shoot nearly into his own mouth, he had so much of it.

After he had cum so well, she didn't know what to do next. He had turned her on. She was actually gagging for that huge cock to fuck her. She watched as he gathered his towel and headed towards her. Denise made an instant decision and quickly got her own stuff together and headed down the beach where there was more people. Before they were in ear-shot of anybody else, she turned to the stranger and said,

"I'll be here tomorrow at 11. Lets see if your still horny then."

The man looked at her and looked as if he was about to say something, as his mouth opened and quickly closed. He nodded his assent and turned and walked away back down the beach. She watched his bum as he walked away from her and thought, 'yes, we'll definitely see tomorrow.' 

Denise woke up the next morning hornier than when she went to bed. Bobby had given her a good seeing to last night. He must of sensed how horny she was. She'd been all over him and had made the running, which was not like her. She found his cock under the covers and had quickly made him hard. Throwing the sheets back she watched as she pulled his foreskin down revealing his wet helmet. She got down closer and before he had realised what was happening, she had swallowed him. There then followed an hour of sex and love making that he hadn't experienced for a long time. They always had great sex, but this was different and very rare. Bobby, knowing Denise as he did, knew that something was in the wind, she knew that he knew and they both knew that she would tell him when she was ready.

That didn't help her now though. She got up from the kitchen table and after checking the front and back doors, quickly made her way back upstairs. Up in their bedroom, she reached in the back of her underwear draw and pulled out her 2 vibrators. Throwing off her gown she sprawled on the bed and closed her eyes as she imagined the dark stranger wanking his huge cock in front of her on the beach yesterday. Her pussy was already soaking wet, she could feel it running down the crack of her arse. 

Picking up the big black vibrator, she slowly rubbed it up her wet pussy lips until it glistened with her juice. She twirled it around until it was as wet as her and then pushed it gently, but firmly, all the way in. Denise was so excited she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm approaching even before it was fully inserted. Picking up a small green vibrator, she reached down to and ran it over her puckered arse hole. When that too had become wet with the juices running down from her pussy, she switched it on, gritted her teeth as she slowly pushed it in up to the end. She laid there for a few seconds while her arse got used to the idea of getting fucked and then moved both of them together and gave herself one almighty intense orgasm.

Denise laid on the bed, suddenly realising that no matter how many times she came, it would never quell the itch deep inside her quim. Only the magnificent cock she saw yesterday would do that. Looking at her watch she saw it was 10 to 10. So getting off the bed, she made her way to the bathroom, rinsed off the toys and had a quick shower. Back in the bedroom, she pulled her shorts that Bobby liked so much out of her draw and a white vest t-shirt that she knew showed her perfect breasts off to perfection. She applied make up and brushed her long dark hair, donned a pair of strappy heels and went downstairs. Keeping one eye on the clock, she got her beach bag together and left the house at 10.42. Determined to be on time, she 

walked fairly swiftly. Denise spread her towel about 5 minutes early. She removed her vest and laid back and listened to the radio. After roughly 10 minutes, a shadow fell across her, blocking the sunlight. At first she became annoyed, but as she opened her eyes behind her sun-glasses she could she it was him. He never said anything, just stared down at her exposed breasts, whose nipples were getting harder by the second. She took this time to stare back at him and have a good look. He was a true Adonis. He very obviously worked out, but not overly so. His muscles were well defined but not bulging. He stood about 6'2 and she thought his lunch box was the biggest she'd ever seen. She was sure she could see it twitching beneath his trunks.

"I didn't think you'd turn up." he said in a deep accented voice.

"Well, you thought wrong, didn't you?." Denise answered. She definitely saw his cock move then and she wondered if he'd been thinking about her all night as she had him.

"I thought we could go somewhere more comfortable if you want. I have a flat just across the road. It's that one there, right up the top. that's how I saw you. I've seen you every time you came down here. And yesterday, I decided that instead of tossing myself off up there I was going to take the plunge and try to meet you."

Denise took her eyes away from his growing cock and looked up into his eyes. She immediately felt safe and didn't think he represented any sort of danger. She hope she felt this because it was true and not because she was horny.

"Follow me" he said as he turned away from her.

"I don't even know you name" Denise replied as she gathered her bag and towel together. 

"Not that it makes much difference, the names Derik."

Denise followed thinking he was a cocky son-of-bitch. 'Mind you' she thought, 'if he can make good use of that dick between his legs, he maybe has a right to be. 

It was a short walk to get to his apartment and as they entered the lift she let her eyes stray down to his large bulge in his shorts. It truly was disgustingly huge. She felt her cunt moisten and as her heart started thumping, she started getting impatient waiting for the lift to stop on his floor. Inserting his key into the door, he ushered her in. As soon as the door closed he reached for her. Denise was so ready she didn't even attempt to stop him. Her breath was coming in short pants as his hands groped her arse while he nuzzled her neck. Suddenly he stopped and moved away from her. He led her into the front room, where the sight before her stopped her dead in her tracks. In the room were 2 other black guys. She looked from Derik to the other 2 feeling slightly worried. That is until she noticed that they both had their cocks out in their hands. When she could finally look up into their faces she realised they all looked alike. In fact they were identical.

"My GOD!!!... Your Triplets!

"These are my brothers Ben and Chad. I really hope you don't mind, bet they've been watching you as much as I have and we've all been wanking while taking it in turns on my telescope watching you on the beach."

She looked at the three of them as Derik took his t-shirt and shorts off. All three of them had the same huge cock. Ben and Chad were slowly stroking theirs and she look down to Derik's and his was as erect as only young men can. Her body took over and her nipples hardened. Spotting this Derik reached for the bottom of her vest and pulled it over her head. She heard the guys on sat on the sofa groan. Knowing they were turned on and thinking simply, 'three is better than one', she turned her arse towards them and pulled her tight shorts down. When she looked back at them, all three were slowly stroking their stiff pricks. Denise spoke for the first time since entering the flat,

"stand up and let me see your cocks." Denise commanded. She had to be careful and stay calm or she was going to lose control of this situation. She could already feel herself being pulled by the lure of these tremendous cocks. 'They truly are beautiful' she thought. Her heart 

was hammering as they walked towards her and she stood, rooted to the spot as their dicks swung with the movement of their steps. Her nipples were painfully hard and when she felt a hand touching them she looked to see Derik's fingers gently squeeze and tease the right one. Juices were flowing freely from her pussy and were running down the tops of her thighs. Before long Ben and Chad were standing beside her and her eyes stared at the size of these pricks. She swore she'd seen nothing like them before. And she'd seen her fair share of cocks. She was tempted to ask for a ruler so she could measure, but thought that would be crass. She was always good with estimating cock sizes and thought that all three of them had to be 12" long and definitely 3" in circumference. In truth she was a little worried that she wouldn't be able to manage them, but you couldn't blame a girl for trying. Her hands gingerly reached out and she grasped 2 of them, one in each hand. Her little fists hardly went round them. She looked down and could see the pre-cum making the head shine on Derik's and when she pulled the foreskin back on Ben and Chad's, theirs was likewise. As she fondled them, alternating between the three, she thought that they had to be the most beautiful cocks she'd ever set eyes on, definitely the best she'd ever, ever touched.

As she released Derik's cock from her grasp he stepped behind her and his hands cupped her heavy breasts. A groan escaped her and she squeezed the two she was holding. Ben reached forward and gently caressed her left boob. Chad delved two fingers deep into her sodden lips and her will collapsed. She wanted these cocks, as much, if not more, than any cock she'd ever had. 

They guided her over to the sofa, sat her down in the middle and she relaxed with Derik and Chad's dicks in her hands and Ben kissing her slowly from her fuck me heels up towards her waiting pussy. Closing her eyes, she stroked the cocks slowly. Not wanting to bring them off to quickly she relished the needs the guys had of wanting her body. Denise had the feeling that these three guys would last a long time, even after they'd cum. She imagined the three of them watching and wanking over her as they peered through the telescope as she laid on the beach. Chad was inches away from her pussy. with Derik and Ben's help, she opened her legs as far as she could, Chad stuck his tongue in as far as he could. She knew she couldn't last long. A combination of the dicks in her hands, what Chad was doing and the smell of sex in the room an orgasm was felt coming from deep inside her tummy.

Juice flew out of her, soaking Chad's face as if she had a dick of her own. Automatically squeezing the two in her hands, she pumped on them hoping to at least bring one of them off. These guys knew what they were about though. She later found out that this had been planned for weeks. They'd watched her every day she'd been on the beach. Stopping her hands, Ben got astride her and pushed his cock between her bulbous tits. Derik reached down and produced a bottle of baby oil, squeezing some over her deep cleavage and Ben's knob. Denise looked down to her tits and was immediately overcome with lust as Ben started fucking her breasts. Chad was fingering her cunt for all he was worth. With his other hand he reached up and soaked a finger in the oil that was oozing down towards her belly and bringing it back down he pushed it forcefully into her anus. Denise gave a little cry as she wriggled her bum trying to get more of the finger in. 

"Christ she's gagging for it. I knew she was gonna be hot!!" Ben stated.

"We haven't even started yet. I love cum. Cum all over my face Ben. Come on. I need a cock in me." looking at Derik she said, " I've been thinking of your prick all night and morning, you gonna fuck me with it or not?"

In answer, he moved Chad aside, got down on his knees and pushed his bulbous helmet between her pussy lips. Denise gritted her teeth as she felt her cunt being forced wider than it ever had before.

"OH GOD... Your massive... It's so big Derik."

Still astride of her, Ben was still pumping between her tits. His face was contorted and she saw 

his helmet turn a deep purple. This was a sure sign that he was close to cumming. She leant her head forward and tickled his cock head with her tongue every time it appeared between her tits. Ben grunted and a fountain of cum erupted from his knob. Denise was splattered with a full on facial shot. Not once, but with four big spurts. When she eventually opened her eyes, he was still milking cum out onto her tits. She stared as he moved up over her body and presented his cock for her to clean. A bit hesitant at first because of the oil, she nevertheless opened her mouth to accept the monster cock in between her lips. It was a tight fit and she knew she couldn't do it for long.

Chad meanwhile was rubbing his cock over any part of her body he could get to. She was loving this, loved being used. Derik's dick was more than half-way inside her by now. Although she was wet enough, Ben reached for the oil and squirted a copious amount over Derik's prick as he pulled out. He quickly slammed it back in. Ben got off her and encouraged his brother to 'fuck the prick teaser good'. Derik proceeded to give her the fuck of a lifetime. Denise looked between her legs and couldn't believe that she was being fucked by this fucking huge cock. She'd seen horses with smaller ones and here she was about to get fucked by three stallion sized dicks. Derik was sweating and as her body had relaxed she gave him some encouragement herself.

"come on...fuck me with your big cock...cum inside me...god your so fucking big." 

Derik got faster and faster, harder and harder. She could feel his big balls slapping against her arse cheeks. Reaching down she collected them in her fingers and squeezed. That took Derik as far as he needed to go. Like his brother a torrent of jiz erupted from the eye of his cock drenching her insides. It was so powerful she actually felt it spraying the walls of her vagina. Denise had been gangbanged quite a few times in her life, by quite a few more men than this, but she'd never felt like this before. Her cunt felt like ten men had been through her and she'd only had the one... Like Ben, Derik brought his cock to her mouth to clean. Maybe she should of said 'no', she knew she was going to have one sore jaw when it was all over.

Chad was beside her now, watching Derik's cock getting a supreme licking. He was wiping his cock all over her cheek as he tossed himself off. His left hand squeezed her left tit and she watched his balls tighten. She managed to close her eyes before cum hit her on the forehead and her hair. Derik's cock came away from her mouth and she felt Chad move away from her. Opening her eyes after a few minutes rest, she saw all three stood in front of her and Ben holding a towel so she could clean herself up.

"We think you should take a shower. It's not because we think your now unclean, more that we think of you as we've watched you." said Derik, "Your always impeccably clean and smart. You ooze class and we think it would be better for all concerned if each time today, between our bouts of sexual activity, you showered and re-did your hair and face. You'll find everything you need in the bathroom, including a hairdryer and straighteners."

Denise found this a very strange request but then thought 'nothing is normal here.' she took the towel from Ben and followed Derik towards the bathroom. He switched the shower on for her and adjusted the temperature so she didn't scald herself and left her to it. 




Beach Baby



What a day! Bright sunshine, no clouds and a light breeze caressing the shore. Belinda, my own true love was coming for lunch. It just doesn't get any better than this. My house is situated on a large lake and my beach is back in a cove hidden from the lake. I just had time for a quick shower before she arrived. I was just putting on my swim suit when I heard the growl of her Cobra. My eyes popped when she jumped out of the car already in her little pink bikini. She was five foot one inch tall with 34 C breasts and a slim wasp-like waist blending into smoothly shaped hips. Her legs were a photographers dream. Her honey blond hair framed a face that should have been in the movies. Belinda and I had fooled around a little bit but we had never actually done the deed. I had a hard time believing that a beauty like her could want a guy like me. I'm six foot two, 220 pounds, muscular but not overly so. I'm not totally ugly but I'm no movie star either. I am a construction manager for a firm that builds steel buildings.

"Hi Harry, honey," she exclaimed as she bounded up the stairs and into my arms.

"Hi baby! Are you ready for a swim and some sunbathing?"

I had prepared a basket lunch so we could have our meal at the water's edge. The cooler full of wine and soft drinks was already on the beach. I picked up the basket.

"Grab the sunscreen and follow me," I said.

We headed for our little hide away on the beach. When we got there, she dropped the lotion, spun me around and planted a big, juicy kiss on my lips.

"Wow! What was that for?" I inquired.

"I'm just giving you something to look forward to," she answered.

I settled onto the blanket and she settled into my arms. She was all soft and warm and squirmy. I pulled her into me and once again kissed her lips. This time I opened my mouth in invitation and her tongue immediately took up residence next to mine. By the time the kiss ended I was breathing hard. Her body was setting off all kinds of signals in my center. 

She looked deep into my eyes and said, "Let's go swimming."

When she entered the water, she turned around and looked at me. She took a shallow dive and when she came up she was holding both halves of her bikini.

"I wanna skinny dip. It's your turn," she declared.

Without hesitation I dropped my suit and splashed into the water behind her. The cool water had its usual effect on my gonads which basically disappeared. I swam over to her and threw my arms around her. I got suddenly warmer and my cock started to rise. It throbbed as I pressed it into her belly. She giggled and kissed me, pulling me even harder into her. I felt her hand slip between us as she grabbed my dick.

"Oh look, you're all stiff and tense. I think you need a nice massage. Come on," she said.

When we reached the beach blanket she said, "Lie down on your belly and let Belinda massage you."

I flopped down and she straddled my back. I could feel her wet pussy pressing onto me. I hadn't even gotten a really good look at it yet. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she pushed the tenseness out of my muscles. All my cares and worries drifted away. My cock got harder and harder as she worked her way down past my butt and onto my legs.

"Okay, roll over," she giggled.

Never being one to disobey a direct order from a superior, I rolled. My cock was sticking straight up. She looked at it and smiled.

"Gee, you're still tense. I'll bet I can fix that," she said.

She started by rubbing my chest and then worked her way down to the really tense part. By then, her pussy was directly above my mouth so I licked it. She dropped it onto my eager lips. Her lips engulfed my cock. She sucked and I licked until I was almost ready to cum. Before I could, she hopped up and turned around, sitting on my chest. She reached behind her and grabbed my dick again.

"Oh dear, this part of you is still tense," she laughed, "but I've got special equipment for massaging it! Please don't be rough with me Harry. I've only done this a couple of times and it hurt both times."

She slid down my stomach. My cock slipped between her pussy lips. She stopped.

"I'm scared Harry," she whispered.

"Just slide carefully onto it and if it hurts, stop," I replied in desperation.

I could feel every succulent ripple in her as she slowly engulfed my manhood. She was throbbing around me. Unbelievably tight, I knew why it had hurt her before. Some caveman had just rammed it into her with no thought of her and her feelings.

"Is it all the way in?" she sniffled.

"Yeah honey, that's all I've got," I gently replied.

"It feels great Harry. I love the feel of your cock inside me. I wanna fuck you to death!"

"Go ahead."

Her hips started a slow swirl over me driving my dick in and out of her. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to cum but I held back as long as I could. She ground into me faster and faster. 

"Oh god Harry, I'm gonna cum!" she screamed.

I felt her vagina flex around me and I lost it. A huge stream of me shot into her.

"Did you cum in me Harry?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"I don't care. It just felt so good when you shot your juice into me. I didn't know sex could be like this. This is the most fun I've ever had."

My dick deflated and fell out followed by a gusher of fuck juices. She looked at the wet, limp thing and held it in her hands.

"What happened to it?" she cried.

"Don't worry. It'll be back. It just takes men a little while to reload."

"Well, I hope it doesn't take too long because I want to do that again!"

I hugged her and kissed her hard. She wriggled and twitched in my arms. I could feel her whole naked body pressed against me. I licked a drop of sweat off her nose and she smiled.

"This is so erotic! I thought of sex as a chore to be accomplished as a duty by a wife. Now I see it as the greatest sport in the world! Oh Harry, you've made me so happy. I wanna fuck you all the time."

She jacked my slowly recovering pecker. Once again I attained full hardness. She smiled at me.

"Get on top and fuck me to death!" she ordered.

I rubbed her tits as I rolled on top of her. She was open and ready. I watched as my cock slid through the light dusting of pussy hair and contacted her lips. Her legs wrapped around my ass and jerked me into her.

"I thought you didn't want to get rough," I exclaimed.

"That was before I found out that I like it. Pound me hard Harry. Make me all yours!" she screamed.

I started driving into her harder and deeper until I didn't have anything left to give. She was really into it. Her head flopped back and forth on the blanket as she rapidly stroked me with her pussy.

"Do it hard Harry. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned.

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried.

"Wait for me!" she screamed.

I held off as long as I could but soon I burst like a dam, flooding her pussy with my juice. I could feel her flexing around me as she also had an orgasm. I left what was left of my cock in her as I loved her and hugged her. She clamped her lips on mine and we almost passed out from the resulting kiss.

"You are the best piece of ass on the planet!" I declared.

"Those other two guys called me the ice queen," she sobbed.

"Well that's because they were Neanderthal morons. They obviously knew nothing about sex or women. Stick with me and we can do this all the time."

"Harry, I hate to ask, but do you think I could move in with you? I want to wake up with you and love you every day."

"I was just about to ask you if you would move in with me. I'm falling in love with you Belinda. I don't want anyone else."

"Oh god, Harry, I think I'm gonna fuck you again!"

She massaged my balls and giggled as they moved in her hands. She popped my limp dick into her mouth and sucked it back to life.

"Do it Harry! Do it to me!"

This time I plunged all the way into her in one stroke. She grunted and giggled. I slowly stroked her. She wiggled her ass, driving me out of my mind. I was lost in her arms, out of control, happy. Slow, slow, a rhythm guaranteed to make a strong man weep. The longer it lasted, the better it got. I felt my sperm rising within me. Her pussy tightened around me and we came in a giant mutual orgasm. 

"You know sweetheart, if I died right now, I would be happy. I love you more now than I have ever loved anyone," I panted.

"Harry honey I can't wait to move in. Can I just spend tonight with you and we'll go get my stuff in the morning."

What a question! Only an idiot would say 'no' to a proposition like that. As we tumbled around on the blanket my foot hit something hard. It was the cooler.

"Let's have some lunch. I need to regain my strength so we can do it this afternoon," I said.

"Good idea! I need to refuel too. Oh Harry, we're gonna have such fun together!"

We ate our lunch and polished off a bottle of wine. Like snakes, we got tired after the meal.

"Harry, can we take a little nap?"

"Sure, but we better put on some lotion or we'll be crispy critters."

I got the lotion and rubbed it into every square inch of her. Then she did the same to me. By the time we finished we were in heat again.

"Let's just spoon until we're really ready again," she said.

She stretched out on the blanket and I stretched out behind her. She trapped my half hard dick between her legs. I trapped her tits in my hands and we drifted off to sleep. When I woke up I was at full hard. She had it in her hand and was rubbing it through her pussy hairs. 

"So! A sneak attack eh," I growled. "Now you must pay!"

"Hee, hee, hee, okay," She giggled.

I made a wild stab at her vagina and hit it dead center. My cock slid easily into her.

"Get on your hands and knees," I barked.

She pushed herself and me up on her knees and I started to doggy fuck her.

"Oh yes Harry! I really like this1" she exclaimed. 

"Woof, woof," I replied.

She giggled and soon we were both breathing hard. The longer we fucked, the better I liked it.....no, loved it. I suddenly realized that I wanted her for the rest of my life. At that moment I could feel my semen rising from my balls, ready to fire into her. She had her head on the blanket and her ass in the air. She was wiggling it on my super hard cock. I felt her clamp down. I came like a fire hose. I rolled off and she rolled into my arms.

"I can't stand the thought of not having you," I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked with an evil gleam in her eyes.

"I suddenly realized that I was deeply in love with you. There is no other way out. Marry me!"

She tried her best to ram her tongue down my throat. When we broke the kiss she sat up.

"Well?" I asked.

My heart was pounding. Tears were starting to form in my eyes. She smiled at me.

"Of course I'll marry you. That was the main part of my evil scheme. I've been in love with you for a long time but I didn't want to make love to you because I thought you'd think I was a slut. I finally decided to give it the ultimate test."

"Well, scheme or not, it worked. You're mine and I'm yours and we're both each's. I always wanted my own personal beach baby. I'm so lucky it was you!"



Beach Baby



The water cascaded down through her hair onto her breasts, taking with it the dried spunk from the three men. As she rubbed soap into her breasts, (her nipples hadn't gone down since they'd become erect over an hour ago), she thought about how things had changed since this morning. She was horny enough thinking she was going to get shagged by one huge cock, but when she walked in and found the other two sat there holding identical pricks, she had actually been overcome with pure lust. This was a strange sensation for her. She was always in control of her emotions and only really lost it when she was cumming. The thought of them out there still, was more than enough to make her hurry her shower and get back in there. She stepped out and dried herself off. Looking around the room she found the drier and 

straighteners already plugged in for her. On the side next to them was some make-up. She did as she'd been asked and twenty minutes later, stood in her heels, she looked as if she was going out. She checked herself in the mirror and made her way to the front room.

Denise opened the sitting room door and saw the three of them sitting on the sofa holding their solid pricks. 

"Come and kneel before us." for some reason, it was always Derik that did the talking, "We want you to do something.

"Before I do, I must say something. I know you've probably been thinking it, because most men I've met do, but there's no way that I can take you huge cocks in my arse. I'd really love to, I love arse fucking, but I know it's an impossibility. If your not able to do this, tell me now, I'm happy with what I've had and I'll go home."

"Don't worry so much. We know how big we are and we are also aware that not many women in the world could take our pricks comfortably in their arse and we'd never force you."

Denise thought about it and as she did, she came to the conclusion that she did like a stiff cock in her arse and they had been perfect gentlemen. 

"Well, we'll see what happens. Just don't hurt me." 

Already she felt the juices pouring out of her at the prospect of the cocks she was staring at erupting in her or over her bum. 

"Why don't you come back over here Denise and see what you can do with these." said Derik as he waggled his prick at her. She walked further into the room as the guy's eyed her from head to toe. She fell to her knees in front of Ben and taking hold of his member, wiped it over her face and letting her tongue lick the pre-cum off his helmet. Derik had moved to the sofa and was slowly wanking himself whilst watching her perform fellatio on his brother. Chad was obviously the more horny of the three as he had shoved his cock into her armpit and was thrusting away at her. 

Derik left the sofa and walked behind her. Pushing Denise by her shoulders he made her go down so she was on all fours. She felt his hand sliding all over her wet lips and she knew it was in preparation for her to be taken at both ends. It wasn't long before she felt the tell tell nudge of his cock against her wet pussy. 

"Go on... Stick it in me...I love cock...give it me hard. Uuuuuuuuuungh! Derik hadn't hung about, he'd swiftly push his fat cock into her from behind. He slowly pulled back out and rammed it straight back. She'd never felt a cock so deep inside of her before. The pleasure she felt was enormous. Ben was doing his best, trying to fuck her mouth, it was so fat Denise had problems keeping it in. she was enjoying trying though. She licked and slurped for all she was worth. Ben's cock was dribbling like a faucet and she new he was on the point of cumming. She reached up with her left hand and squeezed his tight balls gently and a shout came from his mouth as he shot his second load of the day, into her open mouth. Denise struggled to swallow the copious amount that had landed in her throat, and with Derik doing his best to get his balls in as well, she wasn't really finding it easy. Before she could wipe the remnants of spunk from her face Chad had laid down on the floor and his engorged cock was again in her face. She bent down to lick his balls, as her jaw did indeed hurt from the mouth fucking Ben had just given her. 

"Wank for me, I want to see you come all over my face. Wrap your big fat juicy cock in my hair and wank for me. that's it make it spit so I can watch...oh god Derik, your splitting me in half with your cock... It's so big... Are you gonna cum over my arse?... I can tell you want to." Ben had taken a position to one side of her and was again pulling a nice solid prick. She was stunned. It wasn't normal. She looked up at him and she could tell by the look on his face he wouldn't be long as well as the others. She hoped and prayed that they would all cum together.

*

Sure enough, within minutes Derik's cock got fatter and his balls tightened, looking down at Chad he too was on the threshold of another cumming and Bens face was a joy to behold. They were all there ready.

"Come on boys. Spit on me, cover me with spunk. I'll lick your cocks clean afterwards."

She felt Ben's first blast of cum hit her on her back, Chad's first shot landed on her throat, quickly followed by another two in her face. Derik was pumping her hard when he suddenly pulled out from her with a groan and tossed himself for three strokes and sent his juices flying straight up the middle of her back. Ben had completed his cumming by standing and oozing the rest of his fluids into her hair.

After a few minutes to gather her breath back, she rose to her knees and they dutifully stood before her as she systematically licked and sucked their knobs clean of juice. She really couldn't understand how they were still hard. How they could even cum the way they did. Nobody can just keep shooting their spunk the way these three guy's were. It just wasn't possible. It was only natural for it to lessen each time they ejaculated, until eventually they shot blanks. They then have to rest their bodies from any orgasm until they had chance to recuperate their batteries and then they can go again. But that takes at least a day. These guy's were just fucking machines. As she sucked the last cock clean, she thought to herself that she'd only been here for about 2 hours and already she felt like she'd had an all day session. What would she feel like when they'd finished with her.

They gently pulled her to her feet and she remembered the routine. In fact she was grateful. A shower was the best thing for her at this time. The thought of nice hot water showering her body was almost as much a turn-on as them three waiting for her to come back. 

There then followed a fuck-fest of the proportions that she ever experienced. By the time she left at three, on wobbly legs, she'd been fucked and spunked on as if an entire rugby team had caught her in their changing room and used her for their own pleasure. Each of the guys had cum at least six times and to top that off, they were all still hard. They were just insatiable. Their cocks stayed as solid as they were when she first entered the flat. Unreal.

After making her way home, she was glad to find that no-one was in yet. So she ran herself the hottest bath she could stand and laid in it soaking herself for a good hour and a half. Her thoughts were running ragged about the pumping she'd just received. When she got to tell Bobby about it later, he wouldn't believe it. She would have to set it up. This would be his perfect fantasy come true. She was sure the other guys wouldn't mind. It was another chance for them to screw her. Yes, that's what she would do. The day after tomorrow, she'd call round the flat and ask them if they wouldn't mind her Bobby there, just so he could watch her getting stuffed by their huge cocks.

Later that night when they were tucked up under their duvet, Denise told Bobby her tale as she played with his stiff wet cock. She could tell he doubted her, but he was excited just the same, just by the thought of it. 

"Ok" she told him. "The day after tomorrow I'll go back round and sort it out with them. You can come round with me and watch their big cocks beat me up."

"Go for it. I think your just teasing me again. Don't stop wanking me though. I'm gonna come soon."

She tossed him until he did indeed spunk over his chest. He hadn't done that for a long time. He must have been really turned-on.

Two days later went round to Derik's flat to ask about Bobby. She rang the bell and received no answer. She tried several times and had no joy. She eventually rang the service bell and was immediately let in. she made her way to the top floor and rang his bell. still no response. She decided to bang the door, as she did it swung open and she couldn't believe her eyes. The 

entire flat was empty. There was no furniture, carpets, in fact the flat was totally void of any human habitation. She jumped back into the lift, went down to the bottom floor and knocked on the building managers door.

"Excuse me. I wonder if you can help me?"

"I'll certainly try love. What is it?"

"I was here the other day in the top flat with Derik and his brothers and I've just popped back to see them now and they seem to have disappeared. I wondered if you had a forwarding address for them."

"Top flat you say?" replied the manager, who was actually speaking to her tits.

"Yes. The very top". 

"I'm sorry love. You must be mistaken. That flat's been empty for six weeks. Cant seem to get anybody to take it. You sure your in the right block?". 

"Yes I' am. There must be some mistake. Are you talking about the right apartment?"

"I'm not a fool love. As I say, the flat's been vacant and available for rent for six weeks. So unless your interested, I have things to do."

"Thank you, sorry to have woken you up." she said sarcastically and made her way out the front door. 

She stood on the pavement and stared up to the window. There was no sign of life coming from any of the windows. She was going to get nowhere standing here, so she decided to make her way home. She couldn't get the thought of the three of them disappearing out of her mind. It's as if they never were. Like it was all a figment of her imagination. But her pussy was still bruised from the pounding they'd all given her. She could in fact still smell their juices that had splattered her body innumerable times. That, in truth, was just her imagination, she bathed everyday. There was no way the smell of spunk could remain on her body after two days. 

Slowly, Denise walked home, resigned to the fact it was a one off. She didn't know where they had gone or in fact where they'd come from. She'd never seen them before and knew she'd never see them again... There's always hope!!



Beach Ball Brad



A friend showed me Literotica over a year ago today. Some of the stories are fascinating, others... ho hum. However, I had an experience upon my high school graduation that I have never forgotten, and I thought I'd be brave enough to submit it to you. 

I'm rather busty now at 24 years old. I developed rather fast compared to other girls growing up. In junior high I was a C-cup. By freshman in high school I was easily D. Needless to say, I was hit on quite a lot. Even though I had many temptations, I was always faithful to my boyfriend all through high school right up until graduation. 

Because I grew my breasts quickly I gained many names from the self-titled "studs" in the school. Stupid names like Twin Peaks, Major Melons and of course Tits Tina. Every one of those assholes that called me names had asked me out one time or another, I think solely because I had refused their advances. 

Another boy in the school had also gained a title, his name was Bruce. Because Bruce was severely overweight Bruce was called Beach Ball Bruce. Bruce weighed in at roughly 340 pounds, a giant compared to my meager 5'5", 115 pounds. 

Bruce was a big teddy bear, he was always sweet to me and very encouraging. Everyone knew that Bruce thought I was the most beautiful girl in the school. Bruce would always tell me that everyone else knew it too, they just had to much pride to admit it. I didn't exude an abundance of confidence back then, so it was nice to hear. 

Upon my graduation I was moving across the country to go to college. 

It was very late at our last party together and most everyone was drunk. I drank very little, I was afraid I would just cry because I was leaving all my good friends behind. Bruce was also very straight. Bruce and I spent lots of time together that evening chatting and reminiscing. 

My boyfriend was becoming quite jealous of Bruce. After awhile he pulled me away from Bruce and said, "Do you want to know why they really call that freak Beach Ball? His testicles are huge, he can't walk with his legs together because he's so freaking disfigured!" This really made me angry, and of course we had an awful argument. I left to go upstairs to cry in one of the bedrooms. 

As I lay on the bed I thought of what my boyfriend had said about Bruce. The thought of his testicles started to run rampant through my imagination. Seconds later, Bruce knocked on the door. I let him in and told him what my boyfriend had said about him that had caused the argument. Now understand Bruce is very big. He has a very big belly, a very large head, huge hands, legs and arms. So, I thought that the testicles thing could be true. Bruce shyly told me that he did have strangely large testicles. I was amazed he told me. 

I had to ask if he would show them to me, I must have turned completely red. I couldn't believe I had just asked my good friend to show me his testicles! After a short term of silence that seemed to last a life time, he replied to me something like, "Tina, you are a very gorgeous woman and your figure fills the imagination of every man I have ever known. Show me your breasts, and I'll show you anything you want. " Hard bargain, but completely fair. 

I locked the door and sat back down on the bed. I started to slowly and shyly unbutton my blouse and removed it. Then I undid my bra and let my breasts go free in front of him. My breasts are very firm and completely natural, so I knew he would get an erection. I didn't really care about that, I was just engrossed with seeing those testicles. As he undid his enormous jeans I could see his penis beginning to strain against his pants. He gently undid them and dropped them to the floor. Through his underwear I saw the largest package I have ever seen. I became frightened and excited. He lowered his underwear and this tremendous penis came out semi-erect. But below his penis were two orange sized testicles. 

At that point my breasts were very sore. My nipples were so hard it was beginning to cause some pain in my boobs. I asked him if I could hold his testicles, he hesitantly agreed. They were so large, it amazed me. As I played with his balls, I didn't notice that his penis was getting very hard. I took my eyes off his balls and saw his penis which was a good nine to ten inches and had massive girth. I became so hot, I remember heat waves coming over my body. He was scared and told me he had never been with a woman before. I wasn't thinking of doing anything sexual with him. However, I had so much compassion on him as he said this to me, I just freaked out for a moment and took his erection and began to run my tongue along it. He stopped me and said he would cum, and to please stop. I was embarrassed anyway, but horny as hell. 

Bruce was enormous compared to my boyfriend, but I really wanted him in me at this point. He was big! We had come this far, and my curiosity was overwhelming me. I pushed out my breasts at him and looked seductively at him, Bruce seeing that I was open to him, lifted me up and set me back on the bed pillows, lifted my dress and was getting no where at removing my panties. I told him to just rip them off me. Before I had finished saying that, my dress and panties were torn off of me and laying on the floor. This frightened me, I didn't expect him to use so much force, and I also remembered that my boyfriend was also in the house. But, as I looked at Bruce climbing up to me, and seeing his enormous erection squish into my stomach, it was over... I was horny. He may not fit in me, but I needed to try. 

I spread my legs for his large erection, but he didn't know how to get it in me. He asked me to help him, I looked down to see his cock, and the head was soaking in precum. I thought he would squirt as soon as it entered me. I held his cock gently, my hand went only half way around the shaft. Between both of our fluids he could have easily shoved it in all the way. Thankfully, he eased it in. I could feel his size opening me wider, I lost my breath, but he kept going in more and more. Just when I thought he got it all in me I gasped and kept saying how big he was in me and to go slow. Although he didn't move up in me physically anymore, his erection just seemed to keep getting larger, and going deeper. 

I felt his erection nudge up against my uterus, this made me jump in pain and I tried to get away, but his size had me pinned. He kept saying things like, "I can't believe I'm inside the most beautiful woman in the world", "You look like an angel", etc. I felt my uterus contract with the head of his erection resting upon my uterus. My legs were squirming, my back was trying to arch. Alls I could gasp was, "you're big, you're big". My eyes must have looked like a dear caught in headlights. Then a strange thing happened, my uterus opened and let the head of his cock up in me even further. I told him to please not move, he was like a rock, totally unmovable as his cock continued to grow. My pain subsided and I soon began having an orgasm. My legs locked up, my vaginal walls contracted on him and I let out such a squeal. I had my first vaginal orgasm!

He pulled his head out of my uterus, then shoved it back in again. This was only a total of about a 1 inch thrust, but it caused my vagina to convulse again. He told me that something inside me was squeezing the head of his cock. My breasts were numb, my legs were in a locked position around his large frame, and my clitoris was straining from beneath his gigantic frame. The small movements he made inside of me caused my (now very hard) clit to stay stimulated, it was the most incredible feeling being underneath this man. 

Suddenly, he started to jerk, with each jerk he groaned. He pulled out, and then shoved in slowly once. Then he pushed his body down on mine and his full erection came inside of my uterus again. His erection enlarged again as hard, pulsing streams of cum came out of his large shaft. Spraying cum pulsed against my vaginal walls and uterus. The spraying was so violent that I cummed twice during his one long orgasm. The hard pulsing streams of cum came squirting back out of me and against his pubic hair. His testicles, as large as they were, came draining out on both of us. He slowly pulled out and collapsed next to me on the bed. 

Cum was all over his erection and testicles, it was an amazing site. We literally wrecked the bed comforter with cum. 

A fear came over me, we were loud and I knew it. I had nothing decent to wear. I tied a coat that was in the closet around my waist, put on my blouse and left the party as fast as I could. Luckily nobody stopped me. 

The next day I got a call from one of my girlfriends telling me that my boyfriend saw the mess we had made. When they went in the room the cum was all over everything still. Everyone said he was pissed, I never heard from him again. 

My pussy ached from being so sore for 3 solid days. I couldn't believe it. I masturbated lots over those days. 

Bruce never told anyone what had happened, but everyone knew anyway. I haven't been with many men in my life, but no matter how many men there are in the world, Bruce is one experience I will never forget.



Beach Beer Run



The following story is my first submission to literotica. Depending on how it is received, I may do more. I might even expand on this story. And, by the way, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any people may or may not be accurate, but this story didn't happen...at least yet!

*****

After a long week or late hours at work, I was looking forward to a long weekend with the house all to myself. Don't get me wrong...I love my wife, but sometimes you just need a little me time. 

I unlocked the back door and walked into complete and awesome quiet. It was one of those rare times that no one needing me to help them with a problem, the phone was not ringing and there were no deadlines for the next three days. I had no other plans than to strip off my work clothes and enjoy a cold beer or two or more. 

I checked the mail. A couple of bills that can definitely wait. I opened the fridge for a cold one and had to laugh out loud. There, sitting in the fridge, was two cases of beer my wife had planned to take to the beach. Against the wall behind the kitchen table was a cooler full of slowly melting ice. "Well damn," I said out loud. "She was in such a hurry to get away and have fun that she forgot the beer." I figured, "oh well," they sell beer at the beach. 

I looked around the house to see if she left anything she may have needed. Finding nothing, I figured she would miss the beer upon her arrival at the beach and deal with finding "replacements" with or without a call from me. 

Oh yeah, about the beach trip...this trip was for 10 long-time friends to get together minus husbands or boyfriends and have some serious girl time. All of the women involved were on the north side of 40 with several having grown children. Knowing this crowd, a loud weekend with plenty of adult beverages was ahead. 

I'm a closet nudist. I've been to a couple of nude beaches while traveling on business and enjoyed it. There is something very relaxing and liberating about feeling the sun and warm breeze on parts of me that are generally not exposed to the outdoors. Despite a couple of attempts to get my wife to give it a try, she just shook her head and said she was simply too modest for that. Tis a shame...she has healthy tits with nipples that are just right. When I'm home alone, unless it is bitter cold or there is some reason I can't, I'm stripping off my clothes and staying naked as much as possible. 

In the meantime, I had daylight remaining and the grass needed mowing. I changed into an old pair of shorts and started the lawnmower. In about an hour, the yard looked like civilized people lived at our house and I put the lawnmower away. 

First stop was the fridge to get a cold beer. I figured what the heck and dumped one of the two cases she left into the ice in the cooler. If I was going to drink some, they might as well be ice cold. As I took the first swallow, I heard a knock at the back door. 

Standing at the door were two of my wife's friend who were part of the "beach group." Erin has short curly blonde turning gray hair about 5"5" and carries a few extra pounds. Rona is about the same size and with shoulder length brown hair. 

"So what are you guys doing here? I thought you were going to the beach," I said. 

Rona said, "Of course, we're going to the beach. You think we would miss this weekend? "

"Well no, but I thought everyone was leaving tonight."

"Well, we were" said Rona lightly punching Erin on the arm. "Someone has to feed Tonya's dogs in the morning and Erin volunteered. What she was thinking I have no clue. Heading to the beach or shoveling dog crap? Doesn't seem like much of a choice to me." 

Erin quickly spoke up, "Hey, I owed her a favor. Her husband won't be back from his business trip until mid-afternoon and someone needed to walk and feed the dogs." 

It was quickly apparent that Erin had already had a few. "Well Erin, it looks to me that you might be sleeping it off in the morning and you guys may get a late start." 

"Screw you buddy, those dogs are going to have to wake up early and get fed so the last two beach babes can get the party started."

I laughed, "You wish!"

"Wish what?" said Erin looking totally confused. 

"That you could screw me," I shot back at her. 

Erin rolled her eyes and said, "The main reason we're here is to pick up the cooler and beer your wife left behind." 

"Yeah, yeah, dodging the subject, I see." 

She slapped me on the arm and said, "Get the beer and put it in the car. Then you can dream about what you would miss out on." 

I put the other case of beer in the cooler and loaded the cooler in the car. "OK, I guess you two are set." 

"Yeah, I guess we are," said Rona. "So, what are you up to this evening? An exciting evening of watching baseball on TV?" 

I explained I had just finished the grass and figured a shower was in my plans. Erin laughed and suggested that without female companionship for the weekend I had best make it a cold shower. Then she stopped me dead in my tracks, "If you want I could wash your back." 

I was totally caught off guard. "Now Erin, are you suggesting that you want to join me in the shower?" 

"You wish, big boy. You couldn't handle a shower with me. I just want to watch you and will wash your back if you ask me nice, but I'm not getting in the shower with you."

Damn, this is totally unexpected. Despite her having a nice buzz, I could tell she was dead serious. I looked at her and she just nodded as if to affirm her plans for me. 

I turned and looked at Rona. There's no way this is going to happen. At this point, I assumed she would reel Erin in and tell her to stop her nonsense and it was time for them to leave. Instead, Rona said in a quiet voice, "I'd love to watch you."

Needless to say, I was floored. Are you two serious? Neither spoke, only nodding their heads. 

I started thinking of the possibilities. I am comfortable nude and as mentioned earlier I planned to stay naked as much as possible, but have never had two women I know personally wanted to watch me strip down and shower. I started to get excited about the chance. Not only was I excited, but my cock was started to rise as well. 

"I'm not too sure about this," I stammered. 

Rona spoke first, "How about we set some ground rules? We all swear this never is repeated to anyone, anytime for any reason. What happens in your bathroom stays in your bathroom. Also, we look but not touch. And further, you can do whatever you want to do." 

I pondered that last statement. "Are you asking me to play with myself in front of the two of you?" 

"How about we're not telling you NOT to, but we're telling you we won't complain if you do" Erin said. "So how about it, big boy? I'd like to see if you are a BIG boy." 

My head was spinning. Don't get me wrong. I was not opposed to stripping and showering in front of the two of them, but I wasn't comfortable with it staying between the three of us." 

After a little thought, I said, "OK, there are a few conditions. I'll do it, but..."

Erin picked up on my hesitation and said, "You know you want to." 

"I can't deny that, but I need something to buy your silence." 

Rona spoke first, "So just what you have in mind?" 

"Here's the deal. To guarantee none of this comes out, I want a picture of the two of you nude. After all, you'll see me nude so fair is fair. In return I promise not to post or otherwise share the pictures with anyone. Unless, of course, it gets back to me that you share this with anyone. "

"Hey, wait a minute," said Erin. I didn't say anything about getting naked and especially letting you take nude pictures of me." 

Rona spoke next, "I've got this Erin. I want to watch him rubbing his soapy dick. Here's my idea...you get a topless picture of the two of us. We will remain topless while you shower. In return, we get to watch you soap up all over and stroke you cock until you cum." 

My wife is the only woman I have masturbated in front of. However, at that point, my cock was at full staff and I was turned on not only by the thought of performing for these two, but also at the thought of looking at their bare tits while doing so. 

Erin was the swing vote. Rona looked at her and said, "Damn Erin, wouldn't you like to watch him all wet and soapy stroking his cock. Besides her dear wife has told us that he shaves his cock and balls and I've never seen a bald cock." 

I was floored once again. My dear bride has told her friends about my smooth cock and balls. 

Erin said, "I need a beer. I'll be right back." 

Rona excused herself for a bathroom break. The two of them returned minutes later. 

Erin turned red and said, "OK, I'll agree to one topless picture. Get your phone before I change my mind. And, by the way, you have to be naked when you take the picture." 

My cock rose to a rock hard state. Rona looked at me and said, "Take 'em off and don't make us wait any more." 

The whole situation felt totally surreal. At that point, there was no turning back. I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. My cock pushed hard against my boxers. Without hesitation, I quickly pulled my boxers down to expose my raging hard on. 

Erin licked her lips and Rona actually clapped. Without further prompting, Rona grabbed the bottom on her shirt and peeled it over her head. She looked at Erin and said, "What are you waiting for? You're holding up the show." Without further hesitation, Erin likewise slipped her shirt over her head. 

Rona was wearing a pale blue bra. Her nipples were hard and poking against the thin fabric. Despite being covered by a lacy and somewhat opaque bra, Erin's nipples were clearly standing at attention. 

Rona took the next step by reaching behind her and quickly unhooking and shedding her bra. Her tits showed faint tan lines and appeared to be a nice C cup. Her areolas were small as were her rock hard nipples. Erin's eyes never left my cock as she unhooked the front of her bra and slowly pulled the cups away from her tits. Erin's boobs were slightly larger than Rona's. Her areolas were darker and larger as well. Just as with Rona, her nipples were standing erect. 

Wow...this is really happening. As I raised my phone to take a picture, Erin and Rona moved close together and put an arm around each other's waist. With her free hand, Erin ran her tongue over her index finger and rubbed her damp finger over the tip of her erect nipple. 

I had yet to touch myself and felt like I would cum hard the second I touched my cock. I managed to squeeze off three quick pictures over Rona's objection. I told her with my hands shaking as they were, I'd be lucky if any of them weren't blurry. 

Erin stepped to the shower and turned on the water. "I want it hot...just like the show I am about to see."

With the shower now hot and steamy, I climbed into the shower stall. Our shower stall is pretty large and has glass separating part of it from the rest of the bathroom. The back end of it is open. It is there that Rona and Erin perched to watch me shower. 

I soaped up my wash cloth and started washing. Not what they wanted to see, but I washed my arms, my neck, my legs, my upper torso..." At that point Erin said, "OK, enough of this. You're clean, but your cock needs washing." 

I didn't need to be told twice. My cock was still rock hard. I grabbed the bar of soap and got my hands soapy and then rubbed the bar of soap on my smooth cock and balls. Putting the soap down, I wrapped my hand around my cock and very slowly stroked from the base to the head. Equally as slowly, I stroked from the tip to the base. With my left hand I cupped my balls and softly caressed my balls. Rona gasped as her hand moved to her right nipple. 

I continued to slowly stroke my cock as both ladies' eyes never left my cock. Rona continued to lightly rub her hard right nipple. Erin right hand wandered up the leg of her shorts and lightly stroked her upper thigh. 

Meanwhile, I was fighting the urge to cum and knew that given the beautiful sight of two sets of full, mature breasts I wouldn't last long. Each stroke put me closer to release. I stuttered, "Ladies, I'm getting very close." 

"Tell us when you are about to cum," said Erin. 

"OK then, I'm about to cum." 

I couldn't wait any longer. My first shot of cum hit the shower glass. The second fell just short. I continued to stroke it as cum oozed out of my cock. 

"THAT was the hottest thing I have ever seen," said Erin. "If I had known how erotic this would be, I would have found a way to get you to do this a long time ago," said Rona. 

Rona tossed me a towel as I turned off the shower. Erin then surprised me by leaning over and kissing the tip of my cock. I was disappointed she didn't continue. "Mmmm, what was left tasted nice." 

I figured at this point I had nothing to lose. "So ladies, do I get a similar show?" 

Erin told me, "Fat chance big boy. You can watch me put my bra and shirt back on." Rona said, "Me too" and followed her lead. 

While disappointed things didn't develop further, I loved the fact I was able to fulfill a fantasy of jerking off while more than one woman was watching. The fact I knew the women well made it even hotter. Who knows? Maybe the opportunity will arise (ok, bad pun...) for them to reciprocate in the future. One can hope.



Beach Beer Run - Sequel



Thanks for the positive comments on my first effort. With that encouragement, I'm back for more. While not absolutely necessary, this story picks up on Beach Beer Run and it might be helpful to read it first... or not. Now for the disclaimer... all characters in this story are over the age of 18. Any resemblance to any person may or may not be coincidental. You didn't come here to read my ramblings, so with that in mind following is my humble effort at erotic fiction for your enjoyment. 

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After Rona and Erin left my house, I was still buzzing. Sleep was elusive given my mind replaying over and over the events from earlier that night. Finally, sometime after 2:00 am I crashed hard. 

I don't typically remember my dreams. I would like to tell you that I dreamed about further exploits with Rona and Erin, but that dream, if it happened, remained buried somewhere in my brain cells. 

In the early morning hours, I was dreaming of a knocking sound. As I slowly started to arouse from my deep slumber, I was cussing the woodpecker pounding on the siding of my house. The banging continued. I then realized it wasn't a woodpecker, but someone knocking at my door. The clock said 6:40. "On a Saturday... what the hell," I said out loud. 

Wearing my typical sleeping outfit of nothing, I opened the door slightly and peered through the crack in the door. There stood Rona who had left my house only a few hours earlier.

"Good morning," I croaked with my still sleepy voice. "What are you doing here so early? Did you forget something last night?" 

"Bud, it is all your fault," she said as she stared me down. 

"Wha... what is my fault? I didn't touch you and I sure didn't tell anyone about what happened." 

Rona shook her head. "Nothing like that. It's just that after watching you playing in the shower I couldn't sleep. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I've been replaying that in my mind all night. As a matter of fact, I wish I could have taken a video of you to watch it over and over." 

"Are you going to leave me standing on your porch all day?" she said. 

"Hold on a minute. Let me get dressed." 

Rona shook her head again, "I watched you strip and masturbate in the shower while I was topless. And NOW you're worried about being modest?" 

Realizing how silly I was, I opened the door and moved aside to allow her to enter. As she did, she took a good long look at my cock. I had a mild case of morning wood and she seemed to be enjoying the view. 

"Sooooo, what about the beach trip," I inquired. "Are you still going?" 

"Of course, we are silly. You know Erin had been drinking before she came here last night. Well, she didn't stop when she left your house. I'm going to let her hungover ass sleep for a couple more hours and then kick her out of bed, go feed Tonya's dog and head for the sun, sand and cold beer." 

"I guess that leaves you time for breakfast and to pack," I noted. In my still semi-awake state, I had stopped thinking about me being naked with a fully clothed woman. "Want some coffee?"

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you," she said. "About last night... "

"OK, what about last night?" 

Rona thought and then spoke, "I've got to level with you. What you did last night totally turned me on. I got Erin safely home and headed home. On the way home, I had one hand on the steering wheel and the other rubbing myself through my clothes. It was all I could do to focus on driving." 

She continued, "When I got home, I left a trail of clothes between the door and the recliner. I plopped down in the recliner, hung my legs over both arms of the chair and pinched my nipples with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. I came twice in record time before I stopped to catch my breath. And then, I came again." 

My cock was stirring and getting longer and harder by the second. 

Rona continued, "And despite that, I'm still horny as hell." 

She smiled, "And it's all your fault and you have to fix that." 

At that point, I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped. I stammered, "What do you want me to do to fix that?" 

Rona explained, "Look, we're both married, so I'm not going to fuck you. But I do want to watch you masturbate again."

She continued, "And this time I'm going to do more than just watch." 

Words were having a have time escaping my mouth, "So what are you saying?" I can be pretty dense given the opportunity. 

She shook her head, "Geez, do I have to spell it out? I want to watch you masturbate and play with myself while I watch you. Yes, I want to get naked and watch you and moan and cum and hopefully cum several times. I want to see you shoot cum like you did last night." 

I needed no further encouragement. My cock was standing tall and proud. 

Rona looked at me questioningly, "Well???"

Wide awake now, I smiled and said, "I think I can live with that." 

Rona wasted no time unbuttoning her shirt. Seeing an opportunity, I asked, "Hey, any chance I could do that?" 

Rona stopped and pondered. Her breaths came more quickly. "I, uh, I... it would be so hot for you to undress me, but I'm not sure about you touching me... you know what I mean. Remember we said we would only watch each other."

Without another word, she stepped close to me. I finished unbuttoning her shirt to find the same pale blue bra she was wearing last night. Also, just like last night her small nipples were clearly hard under the thin cups of her bra. 

I slipped the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I lightly touched her shoulder and steered her around so her back was now facing me. I unhooked her bra and slowly slid it off her shoulders. The cups slipped downward and her full breasts came into view. 

"Mmmmm, you have nice tits," I said. "And perfect nipples." 

I turned her back around, never taking my eyes off her tits. I reached down to her shorts, unbuttoned them and slowly slid the zipper down. Glancing downward, I noted her pale blue panties matched her bra. Holding a belt loop on each side, I slowly slid her shorts down over her cheeks, her hips and then to the floor. She stepped out of her shorts and was left with only the blue panties. 

Like most guys, I have a preference in terms of a woman's private grooming. My personal preference is completely shaved with trimmed a second choice. At this point, I didn't care which but was excited to get to see Rona's pussy. 

Rona shifted her weight and stumbled slightly. I reached to hold her to allow her to catch her balance. As I did, my hand brushed her left nipple. She gasped noticeably. "Sorry," I said. As much as I would like to touch your tits, that was not intentional." 

Rona took a deep breath. "It's ok. I'm so excited I might cum by touching my nipples alone." 

I hooked two fingers into the waistband of Rona's panties and started to slip them down. As I did, I saw very close cropped brown hair. As I got to the top of her slit, there was no more hair. Rona's wet lips were totally uncovered. 

She stepped out of her panties. I stepped back to admire the view. "Oh my God, I love your trim and shave. That is sooo hot." I continued, "Do you really think you could cum by touching your nipples only?" 

"I've never done that, but right now I might be able to if you touch them." 

I looked up quickly. "Did you mean... "

Breathlessly, she said, "Yes, please touch my nipples. I'm not ready for you to touch my pussy, but please touch my nipples." 

So much for our ground rules. Needing no further encouragement, I touched both nipples very lightly with the palm of my hands. Rona gasped and began to breathe more quickly. "Oh my God, that feels sooooo good. Please rub them." 

I teased her nipples by lightly rubbing both with the tip of my index fingers. She moaned and pushed her tits against my fingers. I circled her nipples with my fingers and then slowly ran my fingers along the underside of her nipples to the tip. Rona grabbed my shoulders to keep her balance. I then took each nipple between my thumb and index finger and gently pinched and pulled each. Rona moaned louder and tensed. "Pinch them harder... PLEASE!" Not wanting to disappoint the lady, I did exactly as she said. 

Rona moaned louder. "I told you I was so horny. My nipples are so sensitive. I want you to lick and suck them." 

The rules were changing again but who was I to argue? I moved her to the couch and eased her down. Kneeling in front of her, I lightly kissed the tip of her right nipple while rubbing the left. Rona continued to moan. "Oh my God, that feels so good. Please don't stop." 

I flicked the tip of her nipple with my tongue. I felt her body getting tense. "Suck my titties. My pussy is on fire and you haven't even touched it." 

I pulled as much of her right tit into my mouth as it would hold and sucked it while quickly licking her nipple. Rona responded by clinching her legs together and pushing her tit into my mouth. My left hand was squeezing her left tit. Rona moaned approvingly. 

"I'm so close. I want to cum. Make me cum please." She spread her legs wide. "Rub my clit. Please rub my clit." 

I reached my left hand between her legs. Her pussy was soaked. I slipped two fingers inside her. Rona tensed and sat up tall. "Suck my tit. I'm so close. Please touch my clit." 

Sliding my fingers out of her wet vagina, I massaged the tip of her clit with my finger. Rona moaned and said, "Ohhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhh... Rub my clit... Make me cum now." 

With that her body tensed and she let out her loudest moan yet. After a few seconds, she relaxed and fell back into the chair. "Mmmmm, wake me up in an hour or two." 

"Didn't you offer me coffee earlier?" With that we walked naked into the kitchen and fixed a cup of coffee. 

"I guess it goes without saying how much I enjoyed that," Rona smiled. "But you know that's not what we had planned to do. I want to watch you stroke your hard cock again and I want you to watch me play with my pussy." 

I took her coffee mug and put it on the counter. I then put my hands under her arms and helped lift her up to sit on the table. I gently pushed her knees apart. Her hairless lips opened and her clit peeked out. She was still very wet. 

"I want to stand in front of you so you can see my cock up close," I said. "And I want to be close to watch you play with your smooth lips and hard clit." 

Rona's breathing quickened. "Rub that hard cock. I want to see it up close. I want to cum with you." 

Looking at my cock, she slid a finger inside her hot, wet lips. She exhaled long and slow. "Oh, that feels so good." 

I then began to tease the head of my cock with my fingertip. My cock tingled as I did. Rona's reply was a simple, "Mmmmm." With that simple encouragement, I began to do long slow strokes down the length of my shaft. Rona touched her clit and moaned. "Oh baby, this won't take long for me. Please rub that cock." 

Rona began to rub her clit harder and faster. Her moans grew louder and more frequent. I responded in kind and began to stroke my cock faster and faster. Rona moaned, "Ohhhhh, I'm so close. Cum with me. Shoot your hot cum on me." 

Rona's breaths became shorter and faster as her body tensed. "I'm about to cum. Shoot your cum on me." 

She moaned loudly as her body shook. No longer able to hold it, I shot cum on her stomach and trimmed pussy hair. The second shot coated her right thigh as Rona fell back on the table. I sat back in a chair and neither of us moved for the next couple of minutes. Rona eased herself up and stood up on shaky legs. She knelt down and said, "If Erin got a taste, then I want one." She held my softening cock and leaned over to kiss the tip. I shuddered as she kissed the head and then lightly sucked it." She stopped, looked at me and said, "Erin was right... it does taste good." 

She looked up and saw the clock. "Is it really that late? I've got to go if I'm going to get to the beach." 

"Hey, no fair," I protested mildly. "I didn't get to taste you." 

Rona smiled, "I really would like that, but if I let you taste me, I won't let you stop. I'd let you eat me until your jaws hurt." She smiled again, "No promises, but maybe a rain check some day." 

I wet a wash cloth and began to wipe the cum off her stomach, thigh and pussy. "You'd better stop because I really need to go. And if you don't stop we may be here all day," she said. 

She toweled off and got dressed. Putting her sunglasses on her head, she walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "I didn't think it would be any hotter than watching you last night, but that was awesome. Thank you for fulfilling a fantasy of mine." 

As she walked out the door and to her car, I sat there dumbfounded. I still couldn't believe all of this had happened. Not that I was complaining, mind you.



Beach Bikini Shop



College girls share the thrill of showing off their bodies.

(Author's notes: 

This is a work of fiction. All persons within are at least 18 years old.

This story revisits the characters of an earlier story, Beach Vacay. This story stands alone, you shouldn't have to read that one to be able to understand this one. However, if you want to read them in order, Beach Vacay comes first.

Very special thanks to LunaRosa for the insightful editing. This is a better story because of her.) 

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All I can say is, thank goodness I'm not a coffee fiend. Otherwise, we probably would have missed a great opportunity.

I'm Caitlin, and my friends Jessica, Alyssa, and Danielle and I were on a road trip. The four of us are practically sisters -- our parents attended college together and have been close friends ever since. We were all born within a few months of each other, and although we live in different cities, our families have vacationed together since we were four years old. Now we're attending college together. 

Visually, we're peas from the same pod, nuts from the same tree. We're all size 8, occasionally a 6 or a 10, depending on the brand. Ally is the tallest, probably 5' 9, and Jessi is the shortest, about 5' 6. The biggest difference is, I'm a redhead, Dani is a honey blonde, Ally is a platinum blonde, and Jessi is a brunette -- her hair looks black until she's out in bright sun, then it reveals rich, dark mahogany highlights. We must look pretty good, since when we walk by, all the guys at the campus pool seem to lose their place in their conversations.

None of us were interested in sororities, and none of us had a full-time guy, so for our freshman year, we spent a weekend a month exploring the sights and towns within a few hours of the college. That particular spring weekend, we had reservations at an inexpensive hotel about a ten minute walk from the ocean. 

None of us had a Friday afternoon class, so after we parked our books and got packed, we were on the road by mid-afternoon. By dusk, we had our stuff unloaded into our hotel room. We found a wonderful diner, had a great dinner, explored the town a little, and took a moonlight stroll on the beach, splashing in the surf.

Even our shared hotel room was a strain on our college-girl budgets, so there would be no sleeping in -- we could sleep in for free back at the dorm. The morning was magnificent, warm but not hot, bright sun, nice easy breeze rolling off the water. By 9 am we had eaten a light breakfast, and were settled on the beach, catching rays, and I have to say, turning the guys' heads. In our tiny bikinis, every time we'd get up to cool off in the water, I couldn't help but notice that all the guys snapped their heads around to get an eyeful, and a second, and a third.

By mid-afternoon, we'd had enough sun for the day. We decided to head back to the room to drop off our stuff, and explore the little beach town in more detail. We'd shower and change into dinner attire -- shorts instead of bikinis -- later.

We left the hotel, and Alyssa immediately spotted a coffee shop. Even this late in the day, nothing was going to stop her, Jessica, and Danielle from getting their daily fix. I guess I was the only one who wasn't fueling her academic efforts with caffeine, so I decided to pass. 

Earlier, I had seen a sign in a store window that intrigued me, so as the others made a bee-line for the coffee shop, I told them, "When you guys are done, meet me in the bikini shop half a block up the street, I'm going to look around."

I wasn't sure I had read the sign correctly, but when I got back to the shop, there it was: "Girls, Ask About Free Bikini Tops." Cool! Free is good.

I pushed the door open, ringing a bell attached to it -- old school! An older guy at the counter barely looked up from his paper. I browsed a bit, and they had some seriously cute pieces. Strictly speaking, they didn't sell bikinis there -- the tops and bottoms hung on individual hangers, and were priced and sold separately. Each fixture had two racks, an upper one, holding rows of tops, and a lower, with bottoms. Similar pieces were grouped together, by style and color, so if you saw a top you liked, there was a choice of compatible bottoms right below it.

The important point was, there were some great pieces there. I approached the counter, interrupting the guy's reading. "Yes?"

"How do I get a free bikini top?"

"Simple. You give me the one you have on, you can have a free one."

I think I succeeded in not looking startled. "So it's a trade?"

"No, when you put the new one on, I give yours back. You keep them both."

"Okay, thanks."

He went back to his paper. He probably got asked that a lot. Most girls would be unwilling to show their breasts in public, so I'm sure it usually went no further. 

Usually, that is. There's nothing usual about me and my friends. Awhile back, we learned that we all get a special thrill out of being naked in public. I can't really explain it, other than to say that I find it seriously stimulating taking my clothes off in places where it's not the norm to be naked. It's obvious that Jessica, Alyssa, and Danielle do as well. 

They had no idea what was awaiting them after coffee. I was ecstatic to have a head start.

There was only one other customer in the shop, a very pretty blonde. She looked like she was slightly older -- probably out of college, but not by much. She had her boyfriend with her (possibly her husband -- neither of them wore a ring, but they may have taken them off for the beach). He looked rather bored, but was being a good sport and not complaining.

I mulled over whether the price for the "free" top was too extreme -- for about two seconds -- and, my face, chest, and pussy glowing in anticipation, reached behind my back. I unclasped my top, and lifted it over my head. Feeling like my head was a pressure cooker with a stuck valve that was going to blow at any minute, I walked my top over to the counter, and handed it to the clerk. He looked surprised, and began to sputter some sort of objection.

"Yes?" I asked.

He picked up my top, placed it under the counter, muttered, "Nothing, nothing," and went back to his paper.

The other girl's boyfriend noticed me before she did. His eyes caressed my breasts, which are large B-cups, or smallish C-cups, I guess depending on whether you think the bra-cup is half-empty or half-full. I admit they're not the world's biggest, but if I do say so myself, above my slender waist and (almost) flat tummy, they're quite nice -- full, round, firm. I've been told they're "delightful."

I could practically feel his eyes on me, and I saw him suppressing a grin. He turned his head away from me -- he didn't want his lady to see him ogling me, but he followed my every move out of the corners of his eyes. A moment later, she noticed me, and quickly whipped her gaze over to him. Apparently he was watching me subtly enough not to be in trouble, so she returned to her browsing.

My nipples responded to being out in the open by poking out almost painfully. I mean, I may be quick to pounce on an opportunity to get naked in public, but that doesn't mean I'm completely at ease with it. It's a thrill, but it's also a challenge -- it takes a lot of encouragement from my inner voice. At the end of the day, however, I've ended up feeling more regret from the times I've chickened out, and missed an opportunity, than the times I've shown my naughty bits to the world.

I started out in the middle of the store, where I had seen some really cute tops, but after a few minutes, having only one pair of eyes on me wasn't very exciting. The store had a large front window onto the sidewalk, surrounded by a sampling of the store's goods, that was where I wanted to be.

When I got there, four cute guys, also college age, were walking past the shop. One of them noticed me, and it barely took a nano-second for the rumor of the topless girl in the window to spread to the other three. As if they were a single eight-footed creature, they skidded to a stop. Needless to say, all eight eyes were all on me.

They stared at me through the window for a moment, then casually, nonchalantly, entered the shop, as if that's where they had been headed the whole time.

The shopkeeper looked up from his paper. "No loitering, guys. If you're here to make a purchase, welcome. Otherwise, customers only." Like explaining the rules for the free top, he seemed to have made that speech about a gazillion times -- in a shop that encouraged girls to get half-naked, I'm sure he often had to run off gawkers.

The boys ambled over to the only guys' rack in the store, which had some expensive board shorts, and a selection of rude (but expensive) t-shirts -- "Free Moustache Rides," that sort of thing. 

The bell on the door rang, and I glanced over, expecting to see Ally, Dani, and Jessi, and not wanting to miss the priceless looks on their faces when they saw me. It wasn't them, however, it was a group of three girls. They weren't very pretty, and were rather over-processed to compensate for that, but by their clothes, shoes, jewelry, and condescending attitudes, they projected that they were from a completely different part of town. These girls were "the other half" that we hear about sometimes, they made me feel like I was from the wrong side of the tracks.

They began browsing the racks, and didn't see me for a minute. Then one of them noticed, made a sour face, and said, "Eww, I don't think this is our kind of store" to her friends. 

I tried to explain, "No, it's for a free bikini top," but they weren't interested in hearing.

As they exited, I heard one of them say, "Whatever, I mean, how much could a bikini top cost?"

"It's not the money, lard-ass," I thought. Out on the sidewalk, they corralled their boyfriends, who must have been parking the Hummer or the Bentley, and herded them away from the premises. Aah, I got it: shield the dudes from any distractions.

By now the attractive blonde had made her selection, paid, and was leading her guy out of the store. He smiled, and gave me a small nod of encouragement. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door. 

The four guys each selected a t-shirt, and having stalled as long as possible, finally had to pay. They slowly ambled out the door, and turned back up the sidewalk toward where they came from, but that was just so they could cruise past the window again. A moment later, they made a u-turn and passed the store a final time, going in their original direction. I gave them a wave. Two of them looked away, as if they had been 'busted,' one of them smiled, and the fourth one smiled and waved back. 

I began to see why the shop would do something as financially reckless as give away bikini tops -- that's four t-shirts they definitely wouldn't have sold if I hadn't been here, tits out, to lure them in. My business professor would be proud of me for recognizing that the store's profit margin was probably much higher on t-shirts than on bikinis, so even with zero revenue from the top I was going to get, the store was dollars ahead, in both sales and profit.

I went back to browsing. The bell over the door rang, and this time it was my friends. I paused and looked their way, wanting to savor every nuance of their reactions to my state of dress. 

They didn't react at all. Completely neutral, they dispersed into the racks of bikinis, checking out the swimwear. Ally said, "Cait, sorry for the delay, there was a line at the coffee shop."

None of them flinched, blinked, double-took, or said a word about my titties hanging out. I was sure they had glanced at me, and they couldn't have missed noticing that I was topless. Dani said, "Ooh, Jessi, check this one out, you'd look great in it."

I was getting seriously irritated. I mean, I'm one tiny piece of cloth away from being buck-ass naked, and they can't even notice? I put my hands on my hips and glared at them, giving them what Jessi calls "the Dad look," and they all paused, and finally burst out laughing.

They gave each other high fives, congratulating themselves on how they "got me good." Whatever!

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Easy," Dani replied. "We passed these four guys on the sidewalk, they were going on and on about the topless girl in the bikini shop."

"Yeah," Jessi jumped in. "How they give away free tops if you take yours off."

"I mean," Ally continued, "How many bikini shops could there be in this block?" 

"And how many girls," Jessi finished, "would be as willing as you are to prance around a store half-naked?"

Well, besides me, at least one: Dani was over at the register handing her top to the guy, who put it underneath the counter with mine.

Ally and Jessi resumed browsing, with their tops on. "You're not joining us?" I asked.

"Maybe later," Ally said.

"I dunno," Jessi said, "I probably have all the bikinis I need."

Typical. Practically every time we stumble on an opportunity to do something exciting, Dani and I jump on it, and Jessi and Ally lag behind, until Dani and I browbeat and cheerlead them into doing it. Then all four of us have a great time, and talk later about how awesome it was, how exciting it was to show ourselves, and how much we love it. Including how much THEY, Jessi and Ally, love it. Then the next opportunity presents itself, and we start all over.

I was tired of it. "Yeah, you're right," I responded. "You probably do."

That wasn't what either one of them expected. They were braced to defend themselves, and when I "agreed" with them, it left them deflated.

Out the front window, evening traffic was increasing, lightly in the street, but heavy foot traffic on the sidewalk. Dani and I headed back to the window, to browse with the greatest audience. A group of three guys noticed us, and ducked into the store. The guy at the register gave his "No loitering, guys" speech, and they headed over to the t-shirts, keeping their eyes on us. Two couples strolled past the shop, maybe headed for an early dinner, and one of the guys saw us. He stopped, gestured at us to the other guy and their ladies, and they also came in. Another couple entered the store, but they came from the other direction, so it wasn't us that drew them in, but they noticed us quickly enough.

"What are you doing?" that latest lady asked Dani.

"The sign says 'Free Bikini Top,'" she responded, gesturing at the guy at the counter, "the catch is he holds yours until you put the new one on."

The lady nodded, and resumed browsing.

I noticed that Jessi had joined us and had her top off. Ally looked gloomy, she was having trouble taking the plunge. I sidled up next to her, and quietly said, "You know you'll regret it if you don't."

She nodded, and said, "Would you just come with me?" 

When we got to the register, I gave her a nod of encouragement, and rather than make herself more miserable by drawing it out, she quickly popped her top and handed it to the guy. He nodded, and put it under the counter with the others.

The three latest t-shirt guys had made their selections, and crowded around us. They tried to chat us up, but when the cashier started ringing up their purchases, we slipped away and returned to the window.

The t-shirt guys left the store, trying one last time to catch our eye. Right behind them, the lady who had asked Dani what we were doing and her boyfriend were also leaving. She held up a top for us to see, and chirped "thanks" at us. I hadn't even seen her get half-naked.

The store was rapidly becoming a cacophony of activity. Guys were looking a t-shirts, girls were looking at bikinis, some of them with boyfriends, some of them in groups with each other. The guy at the register was giving his "No loitering" speech, and ringing up purchases. 

Two other girls besides the four of us were browsing topless. Girls were buying bikinis. Guys were buying t-shirts. Girls were getting free tops. Guys were buying bikinis for their girls. Girls were buying bikinis AND getting free extra tops to go with them.

A very cute guy appeared at my side, and said, "So, what's the deal?"

I explained the free tops thing to him, and he said, "That's freakin' awesome! I gotta tell the guys in the band about this, we should do this with band t-shirts. Thanks!"

Ally appeared at my side, and said, "Come with me back to the register for a sec." She had a really odd look on her face that I couldn't read. I went with her, wondering what was up. We had to wait in line, business was booming.

When it was our turn, Ally said, "Um, could we, um, well..." and she faltered. 

The guy looked at her, glanced at the line behind us of people waiting to check out, and patiently said, "Could you what?"

She took a deep breath, and said, "Could we get free bottoms also?" Yay Ally, you go, girl -- I had no idea she had it in her to take such a bold step!

The guy looked at her like she had grown scaly fins on both sides of her head. "You want free bottoms... That's not what the sign says."

"I know it's not what the sign says, but could we?"

He sighed, and said, "Why should I?"

"You're the owner, right?" He nodded. She gestured at how crowded the store was, and said, "Look at what some topless girls have done for your business. Imagine what some naked girls would do."

He grimaced, and said, "Look, I'm not licensed for nudity, and I can't afford to get closed down. I was barely breaking even when I put my little sign up, since then my business has more than doubled. Most days, a couple of girls get free tops. The police just look the other way because I don't sell kids' suits, and a little brief toplessness is fairly harmless."

Ally pled our case, "We're not gonna do anything offensive, or blatantly sexual. If anyone gets their knickers in a knot, we'll cover up."

He didn't say anything -- not "yes," but he definitely didn't say "no." That felt like "yes" to me, and Ally and I both broke into huge grins. 

We moved off to the side, so the guy could ring up more purchases. Ally looked at me, and I looked at her. This was the moment of truth -- pulling off our bottoms was always stressful, but add on that this was the first time we'd done it indoors. It felt strange -- when you're outside, you can sort of pretend that what's going on is you're just naturally enjoying the outdoors. All the people around you are incidental, a minor distraction. They're outside, too, enjoying the sun and the fresh air. They're not necessarily there just to gawk at the tits and ass.

Indoors is totally different. No one takes off their clothes to enjoy an indoor environment. Nobody basks in the sensuality of fluorescent light and air conditioning. There was no pretending that most of these people would have been here anyway, browsing bikinis -- they were there to look at us, and our breasts. It was clearly "Look, there's half-naked girls in the store, let's go check them out."

There was another factor for me. Almost any girl who wears a swimsuit has to do some grooming "down there," but Ally had been the first of us to completely shave her pussy. I loved how it looked, and immediately decided I would do it too. I worried a little that it might be uncomfortable, but she assured me it wasn't, and more convincingly, she had kept hers shiny smooth. Just before we left for this trip, I had taken the plunge, and shaved mine completely bare. No one, not even the girls, had seen it yet. I mean, we got into our jammies last night and our bikinis this morning in our hotel room, but we didn't pay much attention to each other, so no one noticed. I was eager to show it off, but I hadn't imagined its debut would be so public.

And so there we were, getting ready to bare our butts and pussies to a store full of people. I returned from my reverie to the here and now, and saw that the store was actually more packed with people than I had realized. The owner was ringing up more purchases. Ally simply lowered her bottoms to the floor, and stepped out of them. I realized that if I thought about it any longer, I was going to freeze up and it would become paralyzingly difficult.




Beach Bikini Shop



I hooked my thumbs in the elastic, and tugged down. I lifted my feet out, and held my bottoms out to the guy. Looking like he had swallowed his tongue, he put both Ally's bottoms and mine under the counter with our other pieces.

We returned to the front window. Several people in the store were pointing at us. Jessi was in the middle of the store, surrounded by "admirers," and Dani was at the window, with some guys enjoying the view from the sidewalk. Ally and I settled in on either side of her. She didn't initially detect the change in our state of dress, but the guys definitely did. She noticed their reaction, and turned to us to see what was up. Her eyes widened, and she did her best Keanu Reeves, "Whoa."

She said, "I'm in," and with no hesitation, pulled her bottoms off. The guys on the sidewalk had been looking like they were about ready to leave, but with this new development, they came into the store. They got the "No loitering" speech, and headed for the t-shirts. Dani took her bottoms to the counter, stopping off and collecting Jessi on the way. Jessi didn't look particularly happy about it, but followed Dani to the register, and with only a slight hesitation, pulled her bottoms off as well.

Dani had also shaved her mound, leaving Jessi, who had a narrow landing strip, with the only pubic hair among the four of us. They joined Ally and me in the window, and Ally said to Jessi, "Feel over-dressed?" Jessi rolled her eyes at her, and groaned, but also blushed. 

I had seen one particular bikini that I liked best, but I spent considerable time looking for a better one. Well, looking, but also enjoying being the center of attention of all these people. Probably three quarters of the people in the shop had come in because of us, and it didn't take long for the rest of them to notice us. 

The guys just gawked and grinned. The gals showed a mixture of facial expressions: fear, that we were going to cross an imaginary line and threaten them or their fellas; curiosity, why we would be doing this; wonder, how we were able to be comfortable without clothes; admiration, that we were so confident; and envy, wishing that they had the guts to do it too. 

A few did do it too, took their tops off, anyway. I saw several of them, but they made their selection quickly. Some of them had selected a bikini to buy, and they bared their boobs to get a second top to go with their new one. I told you, this place had some seriously cute pieces.

I wasn't having any luck finding anything better than the one I had in mind, so I headed back to the rack where I remembered it. I hadn't seen Ally, Jessi, or Dani for awhile, and there they were, all three of them clustered around a single rack. Now, I'm not that much of a connoisseur of the female form, but I couldn't help but notice that my friends all have great asses. Firm, smooth, shaped like upside-down hearts. Adorable little dimples above each cheek. What's interesting is, each of the three was distinctly different from the others, but they were all spectacular. 

We had been in the store for over an hour, most of it naked. Dani was the first to pull a top and bottom out of the racks. She had selected the exact bikini that I had been thinking of. Dang it! I didn't think two of us should get the same one, but I didn't really have a second favorite. Maybe it wouldn't count as the same if I got a different color. She had black, so I flipped through the racks and pulled out the same pieces in a gorgeous, rich turquoise. Dani looked at it and said, "I didn't see that, that's a beautiful color."

I said, "I love it in black..." No further words were necessary, she handed me the black, I gave her the turquoise. 

Ally joined us and checked out what we'd selected. "I was looking at that same one," she said, looking a little dejected. I guess she didn't think we should get the same ones, either.

"They have it in red," I said. She perked up, red is her favorite color. She ruffled through the racks, and pulled it out in red.

"Aww," Jessi said from right behind me, "that's the one I liked."

"Look," Dani said, holding out the same suit in white. Jessi has beautiful, Mediterranean olive skin, and tans the deepest of all of us. "This would look great on you."

Jessi held it up to herself, and we all nodded, but she wasn't sold on it. "Should we really all get the same bikini, even in different colors?"

Ally answered, "I know for me, any time I see mine, or one of you wearing yours, it'll remind me of this amazing afternoon. I won't mind that at all..." Jessi seemed to like that, so she led us over to the counter, and got in line. 

The guy had to have rung up over $1,000 in sales in the time we'd been there. When we got to the front, he asked us if we'd mind waiting for a moment while he rang up the items of the two people in line behind us.

He directed us over beside the counter, where he had a dark velour shower curtain kind of thing hanging on the wall, and pulled out a compact digital camera. "I'd like to get a shot of each of you with your freebies, if you wouldn't mind," he said. One by one, he had us pose in front of the drape, holding up our new bikinis. Then, as a bonus, we posed as a group, Jessi and I kneeling in front, and Ally and Dani behind us.

He retrieved our old bikinis, and put them in a bag, and we put on our new ones. He said, "Thank you, ladies, come again," smiling. 

We turned to exit, but I had a question for him. "When I first took off my top, you were trying to tell me something. What was it?"

With a twinkle in his eye, he said, "Most of the girls browse for their free top with their top on. They find the one they like, and only take their old one off when they get to the register." He shook his head, and said, "Including the photo, they're topless for less than a minute."

Their loss, I say!

: : : : :

We created quite a stir, walking back to the hotel. The new bikinis were quite small, but quite stylin', and if I do say so myself, we looked striking in them. We hadn't worn cover-ups, but if even if we had, we wouldn't have put them on -- we were too energized by what we had just done to be anything but quite demonstrative. We modeled for each other, posing and dancing seductively as we worked our way up the sidewalk. 

We definitely got noticed -- cars honked at us, pedestrians waved, people pointed. Even when we reached the hotel and turned off the sidewalk into the parking lot, people took notice of the four slender, shapely girls wearing almost nothing.

: : : : :

After another great dinner at our diner, we headed back to the beach. To be blunt, there was nothing exceptional about this beach town, there are hundreds like it on both coasts, as well as along the Gulf of Mexico. But for this weekend, it was OUR beach town, and it was paradise -- a full moon was shining, the water was warm, the tide was coming in, sand stretched forever in both directions, and a soul-stirring breeze came in off the water. The air was cool enough not to be hot, and warm enough not to be chilly.

We strolled along the water's edge, our sandals in our hands, letting the surf overtake our feet when it wanted to. There were a few other folks also out enjoying the evening, but most of them seemed to be heading in. That's not unusual -- unless it's Spring Break, many beach towns get quiet early, even on Saturday night. Particularly if, like in this town, there aren't any bars or clubs near the sand.

I stopped and stood where the waves washed past me, both coming in and going out. I love the sensation of the flowing water pulling grains of sand out from under my feet, sucking them down into the sand. In only a couple of moments, I was ankle deep.

The four of us are good enough friends that no one feels the need to fill time with talking. Long periods of silence are always comfortable between us. So, I was the first to speak in a long while. "I'm going in," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. By the time anyone responded, I had my bra off, and was pulling my shorts down.

"Me too," said Dani. I stepped back to sand that was clear of high tide, stepped out of my sandals, and piled my clothes neatly on them. I pulled off my panties and added them to the stack. Dani piled hers right beside mine.

"Wait," said either Jessi or Ally, I couldn't tell, because I was already running into the waves.

I love being naked in the water. I love how it feels, body parts that are usually covered getting wet, how the breeze cools those private bits of skin in between splashes. I was in heaven.

I got sprayed a little more thoroughly than the size of the waves would create, and realized Dani was splashing me. I splashed her back, and turned away as she wound up for a huge one. Ally and Jessi joined us, Jessi mildly scolding us, "Sometimes I can't believe you two." Dani and I both splashed her in response.

We carried on like that for a good while, splashing, cavorting. The moon was high overhead, so with our eyes adjusted to the night, it was actually pretty bright. 

I ended up sitting on the sand, feet out toward the sea, in that middle zone where as a wave retreated, it left me dry, but then the next wave would surround me as it came in.

I reclined on my elbows, enjoying the water rushing around me, and letting the breeze caress me. My pussy had me hypnotized -- the surf splashed into it every time a new wave came in, and as each wave retreated, the receding water would ripple over it, tickling it. In the moonlight, I couldn't take my eyes off it -- this was the first time since I had shaved I had taken the time to scrutinize it.

"It's really different, isn't it?" Ally said. I hadn't realized she had settled in beside me.

"I really like it," I responded. "You still happy with yours?"

"Yeah," she said, but there was a tiny hesitation in her voice.

"But what?" I probed.

"Well, I've gotten a little tired of keeping it shaved." 

"I thought you said you shaved it once a week, and that was plenty."

"That's how I started out. But in a week, enough stubble comes in, that it's a bit difficult -- the razor really has to work hard. It's easier and much more comfortable to do it twice a week."

"That's a lot," I sympathized. It actually didn't sound like that much, but I wanted to draw out everything she had to say. She paused, like she was reluctant to say whatever was next. I waited.

"So, I had it waxed." 

"Wasn't that painful?"

She winced. "Yes! It was awful -- I had no idea. But, it's a week and a half later, and it's still baby-bottom smooth. If it really lasts a month before it starts to get scruffy, like they claimed, that may be the way to go."

I nodded. Jessi and Dani settled in beside us. I noticed something about Jessi. "You shaved, too!"

"Yeah, I thought you guys looked fantastic at the bikini shop, and I didn't have a lot left with my little racing stripe, so I took a moment and finished it off when we changed for dinner. What do you think?"

"Looks great," we all said.

As I had with their butts back at the store, I was taken with how different four slender, attractive girls can look. Our breasts, so similar in size, were so different in the details -- round or slightly conical, firm or a little bouncier, flattened out or slumped to the side as we reclined. Our nipples differed in size, shape, and color, even where they were positioned and which way they pointed. 

And our pussies -- I mean, I've never really thought much about pussies, so I had no idea how much variation there can be from one to the next -- how much slit rises above the Y-shape made by the creases where our thighs meet our tummies, whether or not the clit or the inner lips peek out of the outer lips, and if they do, whether they're crinkly or smooth. Amazing.

: : : : :

I forget who arose first, saying, "Maybe it's time to get back."

I forget who noticed that our clothes were gone. Gone. As in, no longer there. Washed away by the surf. It was my fault, I was first to strip, they all put their clothes with mine. What I'd thought was the high tide line, wasn't. How fucking stupid... At first we thought we were just looking in the wrong place, but there, surrounded by wet sand, were five sandals, and three of our little beach purses, which were basically nothing but canvas wallets with straps.

We waded out into the surf, hoping that the water had claimed our things so recently that we could locate them. We managed to find the other three sandals, and the fourth purse. Those were apparently the only things that floated. Everything else was gone.

We went through our handbags, and most of our critical possessions were present -- drivers licenses, credit cards, cash, and car keys. What was missing was our room keys.

"I had mine in my pocket," I said.

"Me too," said the others. 

"Nobody had it in their purse?" We all shook our heads. Unbelievable.

So there we were, blocks from our hotel, not a single bra, shirt, pair of panties, shorts, or room key between us.

"Now what?" I said, fear rising in my gut.

"We've gotta figure out how to get back to the hotel," Jessi said, sounding a lot calmer than I felt.

"Without getting arrested, or assaulted," Dani added. She didn't sound calm at all, she sounded more like what I felt -- panicked.

Remember how I complained about Ally and Jessi, earlier? Cancel that -- in this difficult moment, they really rose to the occasion, and took charge. Jessi said, "Calm, girls. No need to get agitated, we're gonna get through this. We'll laugh, later."

Yeah, MUCH later, I thought.

Ally said, "First, we need to figure out where we are -- I have no idea how far we strolled when we first got here."

Jessi said, "Look down the beach -- there's no one to bother us, so come on, we'll solve this one step at a time. First, let's find the street we came in on, then we'll figure out how to get to the hotel."

We set out walking. Like most beaches, there were 55-gallon drums lined with trash bags every twenty or thirty yards, so we proceeded, from one of them to the next. There weren't many cars up on the road, but if we saw headlights while we were between trash drums, we'd dart to the next one, and hide behind it until the car passed.

"Maybe we should wave down the next car, get them to help us," Dani said.

"I don't think so," Ally said. "I think four naked girls getting into a stranger's car isn't a very good idea. Besides, it's not like we're miles from the hotel, we can get there without help." Dani nodded, looking rather grim.

We reached a point that we all recognized as the street the hotel was on. Walking along the deserted beach had been easy, now the tricky part was beginning.

I guess I'd always realized that there was a downside to being naked in public, I'd just never thought it through. Obviously, you're vulnerable. What surprised me is that, when I wasn't in control, when it wasn't my choice to be naked and exposed, I wasn't quite as eager to be seen. In fact, I was quite eager NOT to be seen.

Our next step was to work our way across the sand to the road. It was more difficult, without the trash bins to hide behind if any people or vehicles appeared. We crouched, and ran in little spurts, like commandos in those action movies that guys love to watch. We made it to a trash bin on the sidewalk and regrouped. Directly across the street was a small bike shop, closed at this time of night. Its door was inset from the front, creating a small alcove off the sidewalk, just large enough to shelter the four of us, let us plan our next move. 

I pointed that out, and was ready to run over there, but Jessi said, "Wait. Let's think about it. The front of the shop is brightly lit, so it's not a great place to hide and stay unseen. But look around the back -- there's a carport kind of overhang, it's probably where they keep the rental bikes when they're open. It's dark, that would be a better place to start."

Nobody disagreed, so we dashed across the street. I surprised myself -- for the very first time since we began exposing ourselves in public, I held an arm across my boobs, and a hand over my pussy. I noticed that the others did the same.

Dani said, the stress obvious in her voice, "Great, we're across, and it's dark, but now somehow we've got to get around to the front so we can start working our way up the street toward the hotel."

Jessi said, "Maybe not. This is a small town. Only the main street, behind us, has businesses. Look," and she pointed across the alley, "the street in front of us is residential. It'll be darker, have less traffic, and have more hidey places than the business street. The hotel is up four full blocks, then in the middle of the fifth block. I seem to remember that the parking lot backs up to an alley, and I think it's this one that we're on."

Dani said, "These are long blocks..."

Ally ignored that, and said, "Let's try the alley for the first block. If there are enough hiding places to duck into, we'll stay on it. If not, we'll go over to the residential street for the rest of the trip." Amazingly, she made covering that distance, completely naked, sound like something we could actually do.

The first block wasn't bad. We cautiously worked our way from one nook to the next. The businesses all had painted cinder block or brick rear facades, and the houses had fenced-in back yards, but there were insets and gaps. We divided the alley into small bites, and conquered them one at a time. We ran from the bike shop about twenty yards to a business that had an alcove for receiving deliveries. We paused for a moment, made sure the coast was clear, then ran another hundred feet to a nook behind a house, where they put their garbage cans for pickup on trash day. And that was how the first block went -- run, pause, scout out ahead, identify our next safe zone, and dash to it. 

We soon found that we could run faster if we didn't cover our breasts and pussies. It was scarier, I felt way more exposed, but getting to each safe zone faster felt like more of an advantage than being less exposed, so that's how we all did it. 

We had selected our next nook, and were one deep breath away from dashing for it, when a car turned into the alley. We dived back into our hiding place, hearts racing, wondering if we'd been seen. The car passed, apparently without noticing us. It was an older couple, I guess they lived in of one of the homes -- the houses all had their garage or carport in the back.

We found the carports the most useful for shielding us. They were open enough to hold the four of us, but also sheltering enough that we felt adequately concealed while we scouted our next move. We were in a carport when the second car came down the alley, and again, they seemed not to notice us.

Halfway down the block, the next few houses had garages, which of course had their garage doors shut, making the space useless to us. On the business side, there were just plain flat walls with no recesses. It looked like we might have to retreat and start over, going down the street in front of the houses. Then Ally noticed that the middle yard between the garages was one of the few with no fence, and we were able to duck into the yard. A few more carports, and we reached the first cross street.

It took a few extra deep breaths to get ready to cross the street, it was the most exposed we had been since we left the bike shop. We made it without incident.

We continued up the second block the same way -- carports, and a few recessed overhangs on the business side. Then we ran into the same predicament as in the first block -- a row of garages, and flat, recess-free walls on the businesses.

Jessi ducked out of our safe zone, and ran down the row, disappearing from view past the fourth garage. She leaned out and hissed, "No fence, c'mon." It was one of the longer runs we'd had from one hidey spot to the next, and we were all a bit winded, so we paused a bit to recover. Ally leaned out to scout our next stop, and Dani froze, looking at the house we were behind. "Um, girls..." she whispered.




Beach Bikini Shop



We all turned to see what concerned her. At first, I saw nothing. Then, there it was, a tiny red dot. We were out in the moonlight, but the house had a small covered porch, so the red glow was shrouded in deep shadow. I squinted, trying to adjust my eyes, then the dot disappeared. I continued staring, covering my breasts and pussy.

The red dot reappeared, and finally my eyes adjusted to where I could make out its source -- it was a man, sitting in his back porch chair, smoking. He made no move, threatening or reassuring. "Ladies," he croaked.

"C'mon," Jessi said, and we took off running. We hadn't pre-scouted this move, so it ended up being a longer run than usual before we found our next hiding place, hearts pounding. We took a short break, to catch our breath and gather our wits.

We only had one other close call. As we dashed across the side street from the second block to the third, one of those long beer trucks turned off the main street, catching us full in his headlights. He skidded to a stop, and we all froze. None of us even remembered to cover up, so he got the full visual tour -- eight tits and nipples, four bald slits. Jessi saved the day, breaking us out of our stupor by waving at the guy, then grabbing two of our hands, and pulling us into the alley. That gave him the final naked bits, our asses, as we scampered away. By the time he got the truck back in gear, we were hidden again.

We had to give up on the alley for the third block, there was almost nowhere to hide. We ran over to the residential street, and started working our way up the block. Most of the houses had wide front porches, providing us our choice of shelter. After the smoking guy, though, we weren't comfortable assuming that no one was out there. We felt more vulnerable on people's porches, it was a lot more likely that they would notice us, and either freak at our nakedness or consider us trespassing. Either way, they'd probably call the police. Also, there were street lights, so there weren't nearly as many dark spots for hiding as there had been in the back. 

We maintained the illusion that we were minimizing our exposure by darting from hiding place to hiding place. The reality was, we probably would have been less obvious just strolling straight up the sidewalk from one end of the block to the other. I mean, the kind of frantic scurrying we were doing would definitely attract anybody's eyes, but someone has to glance at a nude girl a second or third time to be sure it's skin and not just neutral-colored clothing. When we finally reached the end and crossed over to the fourth block, we returned to the alley, and fortunately, it had ample hiding places.

We finally crossed the fourth street, which meant we had reached the block containing our hotel. We had an easy time covering the last half block, and our final safe zone was a service overhang at the back of the hotel. From there, there was no possibility of stealth -- the parking lot was open, brightly lit, and the office was all the way at the front, by the street. And the office was where we had to go -- all of our room keys had been in our pockets, which were washed out to sea.

We just stood there for a minute, no one saying anything -- we were so near, but it felt so far. Jessi broke the silence. "You guys wait here, I'll go get a key. Be right back."

She set off toward the office, back straight, chin high, as if there was nothing unusual about being out and about without a stitch of clothing on. When she had only taken a few steps, I said, "Fuck it, I'm not letting her do that by herself," and I jogged up to join her. A few steps later, Ally and Dani were in lock step with us.

There was one guy out in the parking lot, searching through the luggage in the back of his SUV, trying to find something his wife or kids needed. He stopped and stared, uncomprehending. We got to the street, and turned to enter the office. A couple of cars were passing by, and honked wildly at our nakedness.

We entered the office, and all was quiet -- not much activity in a budget hotel in a small town this time of night. No one was at the desk, but we could hear a TV, volume low, nearby. Dani rang the bell, and a young guy, pretty close to our age, appeared from the back. "Can I hel-" was all he got out before he saw the state we were in. 

Our room was registered in Jessi's name. She showed the clerk her ID, and he gave each of us a new key. He ran the cards through the magnetizer as slowly as possible, I noticed, taking in all the scenery, scanning and recording all our body parts into his personal memory. 

I've never been so happy to see the inside of a cheap hotel room. We all took quick, hot showers, washing away the salt from the ocean, the dirt from the alley, and the stress from our trek.

: : : : :

The four of us have been friends literally since before we can remember. We have grown up to be healthy, sexual beings, but as friends, we're not sexual with each other. 

With a couple of exceptions: on a different beach, the first time we had gotten completely naked in public, laying elbow to elbow, we had all rubbed ourselves until we came. 

And after a different adventure, without Jessi or Ally, Dani and I got so aroused that we went down on each other. We gave each other mind blowing, shattering orgasms. Afterward, I was very grateful not to sense any awkwardness between us. We agreed that being sexual with each other wasn't really who we are, and it was just an isolated incident, not the beginning of something. And that we saw no reason for the others to know.

Our hotel room had two double beds. Jessi and I shared one, Ally and Dani the other. That was a better sleeping arrangement than two of us taking the beds while the other two slept on the floor on bedrolls, palettes, or hotel cots. We were perfectly comfortable sharing beds BECAUSE we weren't sexual with each other -- seeing each other naked, even a little cuddling at night, was just a casual expression of our friendship. Nothing sexual about it. We know that it's a step beyond what most friends are able to be at ease with, and to us, that just makes it more special.

Jessi whispered, "Are you asleep?"

I whispered back, "Nope, wide awake." 

She paused for a minute. "Are you tired?"

"A little, but not really. More, um..."

"Aroused?"

"Um, yeah."

"Me too. "

"What do you wanna do abou-"

She interrupted me with a kiss. A deep one. Open mouth. After a tentative moment, tongue. 

She was a great kisser. My pussy flooded.

I heard smacking, slurping sounds from the other bed.

"We can, like, totally hear you over here," Ally moaned. "I think all of us, um, are, um, feeling the same need." 

"You guys just go for it," Dani continued. "We're going to." Then there were more slurping and smacking sounds.

Jessi pulled me in for another kiss, caressed the tops of my thighs, locating my slit with her fingers. She rubbed up and down for a moment, discovered how wet I was, and buried a finger inside me, then two fingers. I returned the favor. After a few minutes of that, as good as it felt, I wanted to go for something more concentrated and intense.

It never occurred to me, until my tryst with Dani, that when receiving oral sex, it makes a huge difference who is giving it. The few times that guys had gone down on me, it wasn't that great. They put a minimum of effort into moving their tongues across my outer lips. Backed with almost zero knowledge of the physiology down there, it was very uninspiring. 

I had always heard that receiving oral sex was spectacular, life changing, but until Dani, I had never experienced that. It's not that I'm in love with Dani, or girls in general. I definitely prefer guys, but it turns out that a little enthusiasm goes a long way, and none of the guys I had been with had ANY enthusiasm for cunnilingus. Although neither Dani nor I had ever given a girl head before, actually having the equipment in question provides a lot of insight into what feels good.

Insight and enthusiasm -- let's see how far they can take us. I began to lower myself down Jessi's body, intending to launch her into orbit. I kissed her nipples for a moment on the way down, and kissed her tummy. When I passed her navel, she whispered, "Wait, are you sure?"

"Yup," I hummed, "I want to."

"Okay," she moaned, "but, wait a minute."

She began to twist and turn. I wasn't sure at first what she was doing, then it clicked: she was flipping herself over, so she could do me while I did her.

We settled on our sides, laid our heads on each other's lower thighs, and lifted our upper legs up and out of the way, providing full access to the sensitive bits. I felt her head sliding over my thigh toward my slit, and I lowered my face to her pussy, tasting another girl's sex for the second time. Dani told me later that she and Ally 69'd too, Ally on her back, Dani on top.

The sensations from Jessi's mouth were incredible. I don't know exactly what she was doing, but it was exactly what I needed. In this position, however, I wasn't just there to enjoy, I needed to provide Jessi as much pleasure as she was giving me. 

I admit, I don't know what I'm doing down there, but I like to think I have a pretty good imagination, and I did things that seemed like they would feel good. I caressed the length of her slit with the soft part of my tongue, working it between the outer lips, to the softer inner tissues, and I homed in on her clit, giving it more intensity, more soft direct stimulation, sucking it out of the soft tissue enclosing it, and vibrating across it with the tip of my tongue. (Aside to any guys at school who I might go out with: ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?) I must have been doing something right -- she slowly squirmed, wiggled her hips, pressed her pussy harder onto my face, and moaned deeply. 

She was definitely doing something right to me -- at this rate I was going to explode, soon. Her mouth on me, and my mouth on her, it was like they were the positive and negative nodes of a high-voltage power supply -- when they both connected, the electricity flowed. All the circuits lit up. Mine did, anyway, and from her wriggling and moaning, I was pretty sure that Jessi's did too.

My orgasms are usually explosions, overtaking me in a tsunami of sensations. This one was different. It built from nothing, just a radiant glow of pleasure from tongue on pussy. From there it built, a little bit at a time, getting bigger, bigger, more intense, building some more, growing, growing, mounting, increasing, climbing, intensifying, expanding, escalating, snowballing, growing some more, increasing some more, I thought it would never peak. Through all that, I maintained a lock on Jessi's clit, sucking on it and washing my tongue back and forth across it. I was practically screaming onto it from the intensity she was giving me, and I think she might have been screaming onto mine, that would explain the vibration I was feeling.

When her orgasm arrived, her body went completely rigid from its power, and I felt mine do the same thing. My thighs clamped down hard on her head, and her thighs clamped down on mine. That shut us both off from being able to breathe, so, sadly to say, we weren't able to attain a state of infinite, perpetual cumming. What I did feel, though, was freakin' amazing.

The next few minutes were a blur. One of us must have flipped around so we faced the same, and we held each other tightly, trembling with aftershocks. Sleep came easily, and quickly, and was deep and long.

After everything that happened Saturday, when Sunday morning dawned, college-girl budget or not, we slept in.

: : : : :

On the road, about halfway back to school, I started laughing.

"What?" the girls asked.

"I'm just thinking of that guy on his back porch, smoking," I said.

"What's funny about him?"

"He was older, not in great shape. With a house like that, I bet he's got a blue collar job, probably menial. He probably doesn't get out much, if ever. I was just picturing what people will think when he tries to tell them about the four naked girls that appeared out of nowhere in his back yard."

: : : : :



Beach Bingo



"Holy shit! Is that thing real?"

I love coming to the beach. Here on the Gulf coast just a few miles from my house, the water was slightly warm, the breeze was usually cool, and the sights were fantastic that delightful Sunday afternoon. Right now I focused on the woman who was approaching me, the one who had spoken. She was a tall, leggy blond with an hourglass figure, most of it on display in a tiny yellow polka dotted bikini. Her silent companion was just a bit shorter, a brunette with a pony tail of hair that swung back and forth down around where her bikini bottom was struggling to hold in a nicely rounded bottom.

"Of course it's real," I replied. "Do you want proof?"

"Damn fuckin' straight I do!" she responded, closing the distance between us rapidly.

Stopping just before bumping into me, the blonde's right hand shot out to my crotch, grasping my outlined cock. That was the nice thing about Lycra swim trunks: they showed off the ware quite nicely. Of course the downside was that if she got me hard, those small trunks would not be able to contain Eddie Junior.

"Damn, Carol, feel of this thing. It's for real and it's not even hard yet."

The brunette put her left hand just under the blonde's hand, brushing my scrotum and settling part way around the base of my shaft, which was beginning to grow.

"Um, that's ... wow! That's big! Maybe the biggest I've ever seen," the brunette murmured.

By then I had grown to my full length and the head of my cock was poking out from under the waistband of my trunks. The blond spotted it and squealed, "Look at that, look at that, look at that!" But by then the palm of her hand had slid up to touch the bare protruder. Her fingers slipped into my trunks and tried to encircle my shaft but they couldn't go all the way around.

I slid an arm around each of the women and snaked my fingers into the top of their respective bikini bottoms, grabbing a handful of soft round ass and pulling them tightly to my body so no one else could see what they were doing.

"Ladies, don't you think we should take this somewhere more private?" I asked.

The brunette giggled and glanced at the blond, who gave a big nod. "Let's go to our place," she said. "We're at the Seaside Motel right over yonder."

She pointed to one of the many hotels built along the coast road. It couldn't have been more than a hundred yards away. The girls got most of EJ stuffed back in my trunks and, with one of them hugged to each hip, we trudged through the sand to the motel.

"What are your names?" I asked.

The blond said, "I'm Kim and she's Carol."

"Nice to meet you two. I'm Eddie," I replied.

We ducked under the outside shower to knock of most of the sand before we went inside. They had a second floor, beachside room with a single kingsized bed. It was only a matter of seconds before the three of us were naked.

The girls both exclaimed over the size of EJ. I knew I was fortunate enough to be well-endowed beyond the average guy and, with a little subtle advertising, had been lucky enough to enjoy the fruits of quite a number of ladies, which gave me confidence that I could service these two and leave them satisfied, perhaps still wanting more.

Kim and Carol, like many other women I'd been with, were intrigued by the size of my dong and first wanted to spend time examining it, feeling it, making themselves believe that they could handle it. I settled on the bed and let them have all the time they wanted, since my hands were busy exploring their supple, well-endowed bodies.

When Kim finally lowered her mouth around the mushroom head and began to stroke her lips up and down on just the end of my shaft, I grabbed Carol by the hips and pulled her over my face, spreading her legs so I could bury my face in her twat. She needed no encouragement to begin rocking back and forth, making sure that my tongue found her sensitive little bud every few seconds.

I had Carol squirming long before Kim made a real impact on my cock so it didn't surprise me when she pulled my prong out of her mouth. I couldn't see what she was doing, since my eyes were full of dripping pink cunt but the shaking of the bed and subsequent warmth that settled around my dong let me know that Kim had straddled me and was lowering herself, very slowly, onto my flagpole. 

Kim was extremely cautious, which is not unusual, but inevitably I felt her vagina walls ease back and she took more and more of my shaft until I was completely buried inside her. I think that surprised her somewhat, judging from her huffing and puffing, intermixed with little squeals of delight. I'm certain that the tip of my prick was invading some virgin territory, judging from her reaction. She was grunting like a stuck pig while she repeatedly lifted herself and dropped back down onto my crotch, driving my log as deep as possible into her core.

Meanwhile I wet a finger in Carol's wet snatch and began to work it in and out of her anus, while I continued licking and sucking on her sweet pussy. Moments later, she tossed her head back and screamed, at the same time flooding my mouth with fresh pussy juices. I thought she had peed on me but it was too sweet and too slick to be urine so I knew she had cum. She collapsed on top of me while Kim kept bouncing on my love stick.

Just as I felt Kim's pussy begin to pulse around my cock with the onset of her climax, Carol shifted around on the bed and plopped herself down on top of me again. I thought she was trying to smother me – until I realized that she had positioned her tit right above my mouth. I opened up and sucked in her distended nipple and her cleavage gave me just enough space to draw in fresh air.

That must have lasted a good ... twenty seconds! That's how long it took for Kim to come down from her orgasm and fall in a heap on the two of us, pressing Carol down so that my air passage disappeared. Still sucking Carol's tit, I worked my hand between me and the girls until I could again breathe.

After a bit, Carol had recovered enough that she pulled away from me and said, "It's my turn, sugar. Are you going to take the top?"

"Sure. What position?"

"Doggy, so I don't have to turn over."

I laughed but got behind her, spread her legs and pulled her ass into the air. Guiding my arrow into her target, I slowly pressed forward, giving her time to get adjusted to the size. Every so often, she rolled her hips from side to side, as if to help her pussy expand to take my intruder. After a few minutes, I pulled her shapely ass into the concave area of my crotch, mashing our two forms into one. 

I flexed my shaft inside her and heard Carol respond with a, "Mmm, yessss!"

I began to fuck her, slowly at first but with harder and faster and deeper strokes as the minutes ticked past. The harder I went, the harder she wanted it, urging me to pound her pussy. Kim turned around and scooted under Carol, where she began to fondle my balls and lick on Carol's clit while Carol buried her face in Kim's steamy cunt. It became a race to see who was going to cum first.

Fortunately Carol won, her pulsing pussy grasping my shaft in a tight loving hug, and I felt her whole body begin to shake. Seconds later, my balls gave up their first load of the day. It felt magnificent to cum in the hot, slick pussy of this woman I had just met.

It was my turn to collapse. The women gave me room to lay between them and for a while we lay in a tight group. Both of them used a hand to stroke my flaccid member until it was again erect and ready for more fun. After some minutes, Carol climbed on top of me and gingerly lowered herself until I was completely engulfed in her steamy nest. I was just beginning to luxuriate in the feelings along my lusty snake with my eyes closed when the bed shook as a result of Kim moving.

The first sensation that struck me was one of heat. The next was the powerful fragrance of an aroused woman, the smell of her sex. Those thoughts floated through my brain in micro-seconds and were overwhelmed with the sensation of Kim's sloppy pussy settling over my face. Although not the first time for me to taste my own sperm and not something I really enjoyed doing, it was either that or be smothered by the slick folds of her vagina. I didn't really mind so I set to work eating out her pussy.

I could hear the girls giggling intermittently and wondered what they were doing in between times – were they kissing or otherwise fondling each other while using my cock and tongue to satisfy their needs? It didn't matter. I was getting all I could handle and knew from their occasional comments that they were liking the whole scenario anyway. I settled in to let Carol control our fucking while my hands held Kim's buttocks apart so my face could work freely along the treasures in her crevice.

It was a magnificent occasion when we all came. We didn't cum at the same time – it was more like three dominoes falling: bang, pause, bang, pause, bang! First was Carol, then Kim, then me. By then we were all pretty well sated for a while. I must admit that I did enjoy having two curvy young women laying on top of me and letting my hands rove over their smooth skinned bodies while we recovered.

I spent a few minutes kissing the two women and nipping at their well-bronzed tits but it was just post-coital fun. I got up and rummaged around in the clutter of the room, looking for my trunks. I hadn't been too careful where they landed when I stripped them off but finally found them amid a pile of the girls' dirty clothes. With only a week's vacation time to spend at the beach, they had not been spending any time keeping their room clean.

Again I stepped under the outdoor shower to wash the perspiration – and the smell of sex – from my body. Back on the beach a few minutes later, I stopped at an open-air thatched roof bar to get a drink of something cool. While slowly sipping the drink, I reclined back in the chair and enjoyed the breeze that kept the atmosphere from being insufferably hot.

Eventually, a few minutes into the new evening, I decided to continue my journey, head back home, clean up and go out for the dinner, then see what happened. I still had a mile or so to go down the beach to reach the street that led back to my house.

I was walking along perusing the myriad views of feminine pulchritude. I loved watching the nearly naked breasts swinging back and forth as the women walked along the sand and just as much I loved watching the smooth round bottoms swinging up and down and side to side. Oh, man, I love those sights!

Although the beach was not nearly as heavily populated that day as on some days, I heard several comments about me as I walked, everything from, "Would you look at that obscene thing?" from a prudish-looking older woman to obvious giggles from some younger ones just passing by. Some women just stared as I walked, while others gave me a come hither smile or a nod.

Just as I turned back from watching a trio of young shapely women bouncing into the nearby surf, I spotted another woman coming in my direction. She was still quite a ways up the beach but she seemed as intent on watching me as I was watching her. She was a little older than most of the young women on the beach – I would guess she was in her mid-thirties. However she was well built with even more pronounced curves than most of the women. 

Her bikini was little more than a few strings that were hard pressed to cover her nipples, let alone the heavy globes of her breasts. As I got closer, I could see the crotch of her suit actually disappeared into the crevice between her legs. EJ began growing in anticipation and appreciation of her assets.

Still several yards apart, she stared at my crotch and let out a piercing whistle. I grinned and said, "Same to you, lady."

She stopped just in front of me and put her hands on her hips. "Is that for real or is that where you carry your socks?"

I laughed. "It's as real as those statues you're carrying on your chest."

It was her turn to laugh and I loved the way her big tits jiggled. There definitely was nothing fake about them.

"So ... what is the chance that ... I could get to check that thing out?" she asked, nodding her head at the outline of my cock, which was still just barely contained in my trunks as it lay diagonally across my abdomen.

"Well ... I was just thinking about going out to dinner somewhere ... but ... " I hesitated.

"I'll bet you don't often find someone who can deep-throat you, do you? I'll make you a bet. I'll bet you I can take every bit of what you've got down my throat and suck those balls dry."

"Oh? Okay, that sounds like a good bet. What are we betting for?"

"Well ... if I do it, you have to stay and screw me every way I want to until I'm completely satisfied. If I don't, you can do whatever you want to with me."

"Hm ... somehow that sounds like a win-win situation. Turn around, please."

She looked puzzled but did a slow pirouette as I checked out her bottom. It was just as magnificent as I thought it was and it was almost totally on display, since the two strings of her bikini bottom came together just above her anus and disappeared between the two halves of her butt. She was big and round with no dimples and my hands itched to hold her hips while EJ slammed into her from behind.

Okay, it's a bet. Where?" I asked.

"Tell you what. Let's go to my place – I've got a suite in the Hilton," as she pointed loosely across the highway to the towering hotel not far away. "We can have a little fun, order up some room service, and then see what happens."

"Great." I took her hand and we headed back the way she had come.

In just a few steps, she put her arm around my waist so I followed suit and we walked with our sides pressed together.

She said, "My name's Taylor."

"Hi, Taylor. I'm Eddie."

She smiled, showing a double row of ivory white teeth. "Where are you from, Eddie?"

"I live here in town. How about you?"

"I'm from a town in Kentucky called Somerset. It's not a real big place but it's a nice town."

"Are you here on vacation?"

"Actually ... no! I'm here to ... well, to try to reconstruct my life, I guess. My divorce became final last week so I've got to figure out what to do now."

"Oh? Sorry about that."

"No, don't be sorry. He ... he decided he was gay. I mean, for all practical purposes, the marriage ended six years ago. We've lived in the same house but it could have just been rooms in a hotel for all the ... love ... that was there."

"Wow! He must be one strange character. Sorry. I just don't understand that sort of thing."

By then we had walked through the fine spray mist in the hotel's courtyard, wrapped big white bath towels from a nearby table around us, and strode into the back entrance of the lobby. Taylor steered me to the left, toward a bank of elevators and we took the first one up to the eleventh floor.

I wondered how we were going to get in because she wasn't carrying a purse and there didn't seem to be anyplace in her bathing suit to carry a key. I hadn't notice that, among several twisted strands of gold necklaces, there was an old fashioned metal key hanging from one of them. She bent over and inserted the key, letting us into a spacious two-room suite.

Closing the door behind me, she shoved me against the entrance wall and slid a hand down the front of my trunks until she had her fingers wrapped around my semi-erect cock. I was slightly surprised at her no-nonsense approach but not turned off. With a little flick of my wrists, her bikini top was covering nothing but a bit of the floor and my hands filled with her wonderful feeling globes. She had a little more than a handful on each side but that's the way I liked it. As my trunks slid to the floor, I bent down to kiss her upturned, blissful looking face.

Before we broke the kiss, I had untied the little bows that held her bottom up and it was curled in a little wad on the floor. Taylor pushed me toward the bed and she climbed up after me, turning herself at a diagonal to my body. Propping herself on one arm between my legs, she went right to work on my cock.

Her mouth felt warm and velvety smooth on my mushroom head and I savored the sensations coming from both her mouth and the hand she used to stroke my balls. I was so engrossed in the sensations caused by Taylor's bobbing mouth that I was a bit surprised to realized that she had her nose buried in my pubic hair with her lips locked around the root of my tool, sucking for all she was worth.

I figure I lasted maybe three minutes before my balls blasted my load of cum down her throat directly into her tummy. Taylor had pulled off several times to gulp air but always plunged right back down onto my pole and, once I started cumming, she stayed with it buried in her throat until the last drop had trickled out and a couple of late convulsions produced nothing.

After I had a few moments to regain my senses, I pulled Taylor's bottom over my face, spread her legs, and dove into her wet core ... well, actually more like guided her down to meet my tongue, but the net result was the same. I was greeted with a hot, steamy, already-slick-with-her-own-juices welcome. I began a tongue search for all of the sweet/sour tastes I could find.

I really love the taste of most pussies; some say it is an acquired taste but, if so, I have certainly acquired that taste. Besides Taylor had obviously daubed a touch of her soft perfume between her legs and the fragrance was a mixture of hot sex and soft flowers that seemed to set the lust burning in my brain. The more I tried to devour her, the more I wanted to eat her up! It only took a few minutes to push her to the brink of orgasm and then give her a nudge over the final hurdle. She rewarded me with a fresh flood of her tangy pussy nectar, which I set about ingesting as quickly as I could.

After she had recovered a bit, I lengthened my tongue's strokes enough to cross her perineum and cruise through her anal valley. The first time my tongue stroked her anus, she mumbled, "Uh ... are you ... sure you want ... to go there?"

"Do you mind?"

"Well ... no, I don't mind."

"Then I want to go there."

"Okay."

She settled down and let me continue, although I soon felt the tension building in her body. Then when I made a concentrated effort to drive my curled tongue into her anal opening, she pushed back at me, stiffened perceptibly, and started shaking uncontrollably. I felt her pussy juices roll down my chin and neck. I moved back to her pussy to clean her up a bit and then we lay together, my hands stroking her butt and back while she savored her orgasm and her twitching fingers frequently nudged my balls.

When she had recovered a bit, Taylor spun around and lay back beside me. Putting a hand behind each knee, she pulled her legs up until her knees brushed against her tits.

"Can you think of anything else to try, sugar?" she asked, a devilishly lustful grin on her face.

I rolled up onto my knees and guided my still-erect dong to her open vagina, slowly pushing it into her until we were pressed together. With about half of my length inside her, she had closed her eyes and began to hum softly. I bent forward until our lips joined in a wet, seeking kiss, letting my shoulders on her lower legs hold her in the doubled up position.

I started to fuck her slowly: innn ... ouuut ... innn ... ouuut ... oh, hell, I couldn't hold that pace. Her hot squeezing channel teased me into speeding up. Taylor's mouth kept pace with my thrusts, emitting little "Oh ... Oh ... OH!" sounds that, along with her feet locked behind my waist, drove me harder and harder into her until we both were at a frenzy. At almost the same time, we both peaked. Her clamped legs worked against my attempts to keep screwing her until her orgasm was finished so my efforts subsided until I was just holding her tightly while my balls emptied their load of hot sperm into her tunnel.




Beach Bingo



Funny how, after such a mind-blowing experience as that, it felt a little like trying to unsolve a jigsaw puzzle piece by tortured piece to disentangle ourselves from each other. Extract my hand here, let her remove a foot there, roll this way, try something else. We had become interlocking pieces, just like the puzzle box said. Ah, but it was all worth it.

We basked in the afterglow of our pleasure for quite a while, at first just silently enjoying the company, then talking and getting to know each other better as time went on. I found out that Taylor had been a secondary education teacher for eleven years and really loved her work. However she didn't know if she wanted to go back to the same life in the same town now that the divorce was common knowledge.

When she asked what I did for a living, I admitted to doing very little. I managed investments made from a low seven figure inheritance received after the death of my parents three years before. So far the investments provided a comfortable living for me without having to delve into the principal amount. It was my goal to keep it that way.

Then Taylor tilted her head back and said, "You did get off, right?" 

"Yep. Very nicely, thank you."

"Yeah? How about now? Are you ready to go again? How would you like it?"

"How about doggy? I really like your bottom, sweetie."

She giggled but quickly rolled over and pulled her knees up, raising her ass in the air. "Like this?" she asked over her shoulder.

I was already up on my knees looking at her wonderfully round ass, my arrow preceding me toward another connection. "Yes, that is so-o-o-o beautiful!"

"Drive it deep, sugar," she urged. "Let me feel all of you in me, honey!"

With my left hand full of her left hip, I guided my dong into her still-wet and stretched pussy. With one easy thrust, I buried my entire shaft into her warmth, eliciting a moan of pleasure and a few words of encouragement from her. For the next several moments, I held her hips in both hands, keeping us tightly joined together while my cock flexed repeatedly inside her tunnel. Her hand slid between her legs and captured my balls, slowly massaging them and sending thousands of tiny electric shocks through my system.

I slowly began moving in small circles, rubbing my cock around inside her still. Gradually I pulled back an inch at a time only to slam it back inside her over and over again and then began to lengthen my strokes. The feelings emanating from repeatedly slamming against her sweet ass pumped up the lustful senses dominating my brain until I was finally extracting my entire length, except for the head, and ramming it back into her as hard and fast as I could.

The grand finale came when Taylor screamed, "Oh, yes, baby! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... I'M CUMMING!"

I felt her whole being begin to quake wildly while her pulsing pussy grabbed my cock and started to milk it, ending my 'run for the gold' as my balls spat shot after shot of hot sperm into her vagina. I crammed us together again tightly and held on for dear life as the greatest sensation on earth washed over us both.

Shortly after the last drops dribbled out of my cock, I rolled over onto the bed and pulled Taylor into my arms, covering her face with kisses. We took most of the next half-hour to recovery while cuddling and discussed what we wanted for dinner. Taylor called room service to place our order and then we climbed into her shower to clean up before the food arrived. I was tempted to fuck her again but there wasn't time to do it properly so we just fondled each other, using the soap as a facilitator.

She was dressed in a shorty robe and I was back in my swim trunks when the food arrived. We ate rather leisurely; talking about our education, our goals in life, and whatever else came to mind. After I had put the dishes on a tray outside the door, we sat on the love seat in the front room and watched an action adventure movie with Taylor cuddled under my arm. She didn't discourage me when my hand, draped over her shoulder, snaked into the robe and fondled her breasts.

By the time the movie was over, I was hard and she was hot. Holding my cock, she guided us back to the bedroom, where we shed our clothes and climbed into bed. After a few minutes of smooching and finger exploration, Taylor turned onto her left side, raised her right leg and guided my cock toward her pussy. I scooted up behind her, spooned to her backside, and slid my probe into her warm willing core. 

This time I maintained my composure enough to make the fuck last more than 40 minutes, according to the clock radio on the bedside table. My fingers between her legs coaxed Taylor to three more orgasms, although two of them were rather sedate compared to the earlier ones. Mine was a little on the weak side too when I finally came but they were all satisfying for a time and we curled up together, my arms around her and my face resting on the side of her sweet smelling cheek as we drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I awoke before Taylor. I was on my side again, facing her. She was laying on her back with the cover sheet kicked off and her legs bowed slightly. She had a little smile on her face, as if she was dreaming of something very pleasant. I watched her for several moments before an idea began to form.

Slowly, careful to keep from jiggling the bed, I moved downward, then between her legs, lifting them until her feet rested on my shoulder blades. That left her unresisting legs spread wide open, her precious pussy in front of my face. Ever so gently, I began to lick her outer folds with long slow strokes, more in the nature of a tease than an attempt to explore her contours.

I was very careful to keep from moving fast enough to make the bed shake; I didn't want to wake her until she was ready. For several minutes I continued licking the soft tissue of her outer labia, feeling them gradually warm with the flow of fresh blood as they engorged and enlarged.

Still being very gentle to keep from waking her, I used my fingertips to ease the outer lips to the sides, making room for my tongue to delve into her inner folds, which had begun to coat with slick clear moisture. I spent several more minutes maneuvering my tongue up and down her slit every so carefully, tasting, washing, loving the tenderness of her most private entrance.

The first time my tongue circled her clit and then fluttered over it like a hummingbird's wings, Taylor began to murmur. Although her eyes were still closed, I knew she was awake so I intensified my tongue's attack on her cunt. In just a few moments, she was humming a chorus of "Yes, baby, eat me, don't stop, eat me, I'm going to cum, baby, eat ME!"

With that, a flood of fresh nectar coated my lower face. Quickly I drove my whole face up and down her entire crease several times, covering all of my face with her juices. Then while she still savored the fading quivers of her climax, I moved up her form, eased my cock into her twat and worried both her nipples with my lips.

Taylor pulled me up to my full length so I would drive all of my pole into her and then she whispered, "Oh, baby, what a magnificent way to wake up in the morning. I'd like to do that for every morning for the rest of my life."

I grinned at her and replied, "I wouldn't mind being the one to start your days like that, sweet lady."

"Ah, if only ... " she said with a loud sigh, tugging on my ass to pull me deeper into her wide open cunt.

"Yeah, if only ... " I responded, beginning to fuck her a little more rapidly.

A few minutes later after a very satisfying climax by both of us, we showered and dressed as I prepared to walk home. Taylor told me that she would be in the hotel for the rest of the week and asked if I'd like to join her again later that week for a little more fun. We made plans to meet again on Tuesday.

It only took me a few minutes to walk home, where I fixed breakfast, changed into shorts and a T-shirt, and fired up my computer to check on my investments. Many days I made no changes; some days I found news articles that led me to move certain 'pockets' of money from here to there. Those moves didn't always pay off but so far I had managed to keep a little ahead of the game and even added a little to my base fund.

The best thing about this kind of lifestyle was that it left me plenty of time to visit the local beaches or the hangouts where women were plentiful year round. After I had powered down the 'puter, I put on a fresh pair of trunks and headed back to the beach. During the course of the day, I encountered a number of intrigued women and accepted an invitation from three of them to spend a little time in their room.

The next day, after taking care of business, I dressed in shorts and T-shirt and drove down to the Hilton, where Taylor met me in the lobby. We went to a restaurant for a late breakfast and then I acted as her guide to show her some of the local sights that she had not seen before.

One of the sights was a secluded area inland that I had discovered years before. So far as I knew, nobody else every came there. Taking a blanket from my car's trunk, we walked into the shaded spot, where I soon had her naked and on her back with her legs spread. I settled in to eating her sweet pussy but she soon talked me into a 69 position where she could suck my cock as I ate her cunt. A little later, we tried filling her twat with my cock in several positions, every one of which left me feeling fantastic, whether I came or not. Taylor was very complimentary of the way my probe made her feel.

When we were sated, we put on our swimsuits, which we had brought along for the purpose. I drove us down to a different beach than she had been on and we spent some time in the warm surf playing and having a good time; that did not preclude a little bit of additional sexual play either and we both came under the cover of the Gulf waters.

After we finally staggered out of the water, we found a cabana and changed back into our casual clothes. Back at the car, I drove us out a ways from town to a nice romantic restaurant for a quiet dinner and more talk. I found Taylor to be a very fascinating woman to talk to about a wide range of topics; in fact, she was probably more well versed on a greater number of items than I was, which made me a little concerned that she would lose interest in me.

'Hm,' I thought, 'that was an interesting response. I couldn't ever remember being concerned about whether a particular lady was interested in me or not, as long as she was willing to go to bed with me if she fit my ideas of sexy.' That meant that I gravitated toward women with more curves rather than less, particularly large breasts and round butts.

I wondered if I was making something of our relationship that was more than was actually there or ... oh, well! I'll take what I can get and let the chips fall where they may.

After dinner, I drove out to a local 'point of interest', a little jut of land where several cars could park and those who wanted to could watch the sun set over the water. For a few minutes everyday, it presented a most spectacular sight and Taylor delighted in it, as I knew she would. The fact that it also put her in a romantic mood where she tried to crawl down my throat didn't hurt either. She had my cock standing up and straining to get out of my shorts.

It was a struggle to drive back to the Hilton. It was even more of a struggle to get up to her room with Taylor wrapped around my body so tightly that it was almost – ALMOST – embarrassing. Before we walked from the front room to the bedroom, we were both naked and my dong was buried in her sloppy wet snatch. She walked on the tops of my feet while I walked on the bottoms of them.

The next three hours were a frenzy of sexual activity, virtually all of it with my dong slamming into her pussy while she came and came and came. We had no idea how many orgasms she actually had but she finally told me her pussy was too sensitive to continue. However, she asked if I'd mind screwing her ass, which was like asking a poor man if he'd like to have a gold mine. A few minutes later, after some slow, careful in-and-out movements, my arrow was balls-deep in her bowels.

Most of the next hour was spent plowing her back channel while our mouths worked feverishly on each other, although I took a few excursions to suck and nip at her tits before returning to her mouth

In the early morning hours, we were both too tired to continue ... and maybe too happy as well. I know I was more sated than I could ever remember being with one woman. I had to struggle to get to the bathroom to clean up before going back to cuddle Taylor and drift off to sleep.

The morning was almost a carbon copy of that one two days earlier. Taylor was laying on her back with her legs slightly spread, her soft breathing indicating that she was still asleep.

Once again, I slid down the bed very carefully, making sure to keep from shaking the bed. I didn't want to wake her up ... at least, not yet! Settling on my stomach between her legs, I gingerly lifted her legs until they rested on my back and began tenderly licking the soft outer lips of her pussy. There was a little saltiness to the taste, which I figured was the aftermath of my own cum left inside her last night. But that didn't diminish my desire to eat this sweet lady or a need to make her forget about the lack of appreciation she'd had the last few years of her marriage.

Time became irrelevant. That morning I devoured Taylor, loving every single flavor of her, loving the pulsing of her whole body when she came hard, loving the intense fragrance of a woman totally involved in her sexual climaxes. When she finally stopped me, rolled me on my back, and climbed on top of my spear, I thoroughly enjoyed the sensations her pussy sent up and down my shaft as she worked her bottom in a never-ending array of paces from barely moving to hummingbird wings flash and everything in between.

I'm sure it wouldn't have been the same without the sex but ultimately the most gratifying experience came when we were both spent. Taylor collapsed on my chest, locked her arms around my neck, and we lost ourselves in a kiss that went on and on and on. It was a wild, spit-swapping, tongue-exploring, air-struggling, sweet-tasting kiss that could not be broken.

We showered together, although it was just a nice intimate shower with no real sexual activity, other than a little finger exploration. After I had dressed, we made a date for Thursday morning and I drove off in search of some breakfast.

After a trip home to catch up on business events, I normally would have changed into fresh trunks and headed back to the beach but for some reason I couldn't get into the mood. Instead I moped around the house, doing a series of minor home repairs that I had been putting off. They were nothing big, since I don't consider myself to be a true handyman, but a couple of small painting repair jobs, a hinge replacement, installing some new screws in the base of my front porch's handrail, things like that.

By midafternoon, I was examining my frame of mind. This was the first day since ... I couldn't remember when ... that I had not gone down to the beach and collected one or more sweet pussies for the pushin'. But this day, for some reason I couldn't put my finger on, I had no interest in banging strange pussy. Could it be that I was losing my lust for the female body?

Nah! Not a chance. I LOVE women!

Then how could I explain my lack of interest this fine sunny day? Could it ... could it be the ol' four letter word? Could I be falling in l-o-v-e? Shee-it! I didn't believe it. I loved all women too much to ever fall for just one ... didn't I?

After a simple dinner, I selected an old movie on TV to watch but I couldn't keep my mind on it very long. I kept wandering to thoughts of ... Taylor. Damn, she seemed to have possessed my mind. How could one woman ...? I couldn't even complete the thought, even if it wasn't spoken. With who knows what happening in the movie, I shut it off and went to bed, only to toss and turn for another hour before dropping fitfully off to sleep.

I woke up earlier than usual so I fired off the ol' 'puter and went to work. Even in the best of times, it is often boring as hell to try to remain interested in dry financial news, some of which is pretty obscure and has to be extrapolated into impact on future earnings. This morning it was extra hard to concentrate on my information sources. I'll give you three guesses where my mind kept wandering – and the last two don't count!

Finally it was time to shower and dress, casually of course, and head to the Hilton. I received a pleasant surprise when Taylor answered my knock at her door wearing ... absolutely nothing at all! She yanked me into the room, slammed the door, and shoved me against the wall with a prodigious kiss. Several minutes later, with her walking on the tops of my feet and me walking on the soles, we maneuvered into the bedroom and onto the bed.

Seconds later, I was as naked as Taylor and we were cuddled together on the bed, lips locked in a sucking, searching, swapping kiss. My fingers played with her supple back while her hand fondled my genitalia.

As it turned out, we didn't leave her suite that day. We took a break for a room service lunch and later we had pizza delivered for dinner. Early afternoon we were resting looking out of the big surfside window, watching people cavorting in the water and soon we were screwing doggy style and loving every second of it. In the evening we watched a little TV as a rest break but then, after another shower, we went back to work on our goal of fucking on every piece of furniture and every fixture in the suite.

Friday morning, I woke Taylor by the same method I'd used the last couple of times we slept together. She seemed to appreciate the attention to her well-used pussy and anus because I was slow and gentle and caressing rather than intense and demanding. She came awake and climaxed at almost the same time ... well, maybe I didn't actually know when she became conscious again.

After Taylor had enjoyed two orgasms, she turned over and let me drive my morning woody into her wet pussy and several minutes later we were both well satisfied with the start of a new morning.

Since Taylor had to leave for home Saturday morning, she invited me to keep her company the rest of the day so we showered and again went out sightseeing. By late afternoon, we had changed into swimsuits and were playing in the gentle surf, the modest rollers adding to our fun when Taylor climbed onto me, guided my cock into her pussy and began to fuck me under the cover of the Gulf waters.

Dressed again later, we found another out-of-the-way restaurant and had a leisurely dinner before heading back to her hotel room. In the suite, Taylor packed most of her things, just leaving out things she would need before the following morning. After that, we cuddled for a long time, simply enjoying each other's company.

But, of course, it ultimately turned into another fuckfest. I rode her saddle missionary style before she climbed on me cowgirl style. Later we tried a scissors position, followed by spooning together and then I got another piece of her ass in the doggy fashion. Exhausted, we fell asleep.

Because she had set an alarm for an early morning start, I didn't get to wake Taylor in my usual fashion. We hit the shower together and had our last fuck, with her bent over holding the towel bar while I plowed her pussy from behind. Maybe because it was our last time, it seemed to be the best fuck we'd had.

Parting was bittersweet. Even though we had exchanged information and promised to keep in touch, it just wouldn't be the same. I hated to watch her drive away but there was no way around it.




Beach Bingo



I went back home and moped around for a couple of days. By late Monday morning, I was feeling horny again so I put on some trunks and went in search of a little female companionship. It didn't take long to find it and I relieved my tension as we played in the water. I loved watching her facial expressions run the gamut of pleasure as my dong explored her love tunnel. And it got even better the two times she climaxed. 

As she adjusted her bikini bottoms to cover herself again and turned to head to the beach, I began a leisurely swim down the coast, working off some of the pent up sexual frustration with the exercise of propelling myself through the water.

About a mile or so up the coast, I turned back to shore and trudged through the sand to an open beach bar, where I settled back with an ice cold brew and gazed at the sights, both the static and passing ones. By midafternoon I had another offer that I didn't want to refuse ... so I didn't. We headed off to her motel arm-in-arm. Looked like things were back to normal.

I'll admit that I did pretty much fall back into my pattern of testing as many females as I could in the weeks that followed. However I also felt a bit of a nagging doubt about whether I was living a sensible lifestyle. Sure it was fun but I knew it wasn't safe. Nor did it seem to be as satisfying as before I met Taylor. I thought about her often.

Twice that summer I received short notes from her telling me that she was doing well, settled into a new apartment, and was prepared for the new school year to begin. She told me effusively that she had had a fantastic time when we were together and she often wished it could have been longer.

I wasn't a great hand at writing but, in August, I did sit down long enough to write her a note and tell her how much I had enjoyed myself.

In September, I got a new letter from Taylor telling me that school had started and she was excited with her year's assignment. She had some problem kids but for the most part her students were eager to learn and showed lots of promise. She had been assigned to teach English, which had always been her favorite subject, so she was pleased.

Toward the end of the letter, I got a surprise when she suggested that I plan a trip to visit her in the near future. She said that I would, of course, stay with her so there wouldn't be a hotel expense, and the drive was not so bad that I couldn't make it in an easy day's drive. She would provide me with her computer and internet access while I was there so I could keep up with my finances if I wanted to. She included her email address so I could respond electronically if I wanted to.

Why I had not thought of emailing her before, I don't know. For some reason, it just seemed like a foreign idea. Yet now it seemed silly not to have been using it all along. I composed an email note to her which said that I was intrigued with the idea of a visit with her and would begin to think about it seriously. She had suggested that, if I didn't have a better idea, it might be a good time to make it the week of Thanksgiving since she would have some time off from teaching and we could spend more time together.

Funny thing was that the letters from Taylor, while tweaking my conscience, piqued my interest in sex even more than usual. After getting one of her letters, and later her emails, I had to go in search of relief of my pent up passion. Of course it became a little more selective after school started; no, I wasn't into banging jail bait underaged girls but some of their mama's – well, that was another story! 

Now I often found myself spending time screwing older women, since they were the more prevalent visitors during that time period. Not that I minded. Many of the women in the older classification – forties and fifties, mostly – were well-endowed physically and very much to my liking sexually. And they definitely were appreciative of my efforts! I was often rewarded with multiple opportunities and great blowjobs, areas where some younger women lacked enough experience to perform well. So I was not hurting for loving, for sure.

With the beach schedule growing shorter daily because of the weather, I decided to accept Taylor's invitation and began making plans for the trip. Rather than use her computer, I would take a laptop I sometimes used as a backup because it had my software already loaded – nothing too fancy but enough to make life more comfortable for me. However I had a sneaking suspicion that I might not do as much work that week as I usually did at home. Wonder why?

October passed in a flurry of activity and November rolled in. For some reason I was hornier than usual and I found myself servicing four and sometimes five women most days. Considering that I usually talked one of them into letting me sleep over, meaning multiple fucks, I was pretty busy ... and loving it.

Yet when I packed my softsided suitcase into the back of my car and headed north on Saturday before Thanksgiving, I couldn't remember the name of a single lady I had boffed recently. All I could think about was Taylor.

When I arrived late that afternoon, to say that Taylor was all over me would be an understatement. Well, let me rephrase; we were all over each other. The first fifteen minutes was spent in exchanging kisses: little pecks on the eyes, sucking hickey kisses to the neck, sloppy wet kisses to the lips, everything. The next few seconds were spent in tearing off clothes, and the rest of the night was spent renewing our sexual knowledge of each other.

Sunday was mostly more of the same. We came up for air a few times, in time to eat lightly before resuming. That evening we curled together and slept soundly through the night.

I was disappointed when the alarm went off in the morning for Taylor to get ready for school. I had not awakened in time to give her my preferred wake up call but she didn't seem to mind.

I spent the next three days exploring the small town and surrounding area while she was at school but made sure to be back at her apartment before she returned in the afternoon. We fucked like rabbits, usually making something quick like sandwiches for dinner before resuming our attempts to consume each other.

With no alarm on Thursday morning, I got to wake Taylor with a slow, gentle licking of her pussy. I spent nearly 45 minutes between her legs with my tongue hanging out before she made any sign that she was awake. Seconds later she came like a thunderclap. I climbed up her form, inserted my morning erection and brought us both to another climax a few minutes later.

Our Thanksgiving period consisted of traveling through the eastern part of Kentucky, southwestern Virginia and northeastern Tennessee, getting to know some of the quaint villages, the beautiful mountain vistas ... and lots of sexual exploration. We stopped at some mom and pop diners for some wonderful down home cooking. We spent nights at three motels that ranged from little more than camping out to a magnificent bed-and-breakfast. 

All in all, it was a fantastic week. I hated to see it end but Monday morning, I headed south for home while Taylor went back to work. Before we parted, we talked about her taking her year-end holidays to visit me.

Back at the farm (so to speak), I fell back into my old routine: work and fuck. With the weather sometimes dictating much shorter times when it was comfortable on the beach, I sometimes had to search for pussy in other places but still managed to find enough to keep things interesting.

Taylor and I got into the habit of exchanging emails every couple of days. I had mixed emotions about my involvement with Taylor and still screwing other women. She must have sensed my dilemma because one day her email contained a long paragraph stating that she did not believe we were exclusive – yet – so she didn't expect me not to see other women. She stated that if we ever found ourselves in a situation where we made our relationship permanent, then she would expect me to save all of my intimate activities for her. Until then, she held no jealousy for those women who might 'sample my wares.'

At least that put my mind at ease about my lifestyle. I already knew I was feeling something for Taylor that I'd never felt for any woman before her. Whether it was true love or not, only time would tell.

As December wore on, the weather turned colder and my trips to the beach became fewer. Some days I struck out, finding no female that was willing and suited my tastes. I even came to realize that it didn't matter; I might have to relieve myself to prevent a case of blue balls but my memories of Taylor provided all the incentive I needed.

Two days before Christmas, I greeted Taylor with open arms and a warm kiss. It was fantastic to have her back in my arms ... and in my bed. We spent most of that night and the next day satisfying our physical desire for each other. I do believe she was just as hot for me as I was for her. She was particularly appreciative of my morning wake-up routine, especially her second orgasm which developed while I licked her anus. Her third, as I was fucking her missionary style, was much softer but mine was explosive.

For the first time in several years, I had installed and decorated a Christmas tree and placed several presents under it, all for her. On Christmas morning after our usual wake up convention, I watched with delight as she opened my gifts with child-like glee, as I did her presents to me.

The day after Christmas, we drove down the main part of the state along US-1 to the Florida Keys. I had reserved a small chalet for the two of us for five days. It turned out that the weather was warm enough that we could still use the beaches anytime we wanted to. This particular key was small and remote enough that, although there was a little traffic on the highway, none of it came back to our chalet so we were by ourselves the entire time.

After a little initial uneasiness, clothes stayed in the suitcases except for the two trips we made to a little grocery store to replenish supplies, and trips out to find restaurants. We fucked and swam and fucked and walked the beaches and fucked and looked for shells and fucked ... yeah, you get the idea.

By the time we had to check out, we were both ready for a little something different so, after getting back to the mainland, we took a leisurely drive back up some of the lesser-traveled roads, taking in the sights of the state. However after turning a long day's drive into two days, Taylor was ready to resume our more passionate activities when we got back to the house.

We took time out to visit a local New Year's Eve party and enjoy some frivolity with people I knew. I noticed that Taylor stayed fairly close to me all night, though, and when she thought she was getting a little drunk, asked me to take her home soon. Since it was after midnight and the party would be breaking up soon, we left then. I noticed some of the people were starting to swap partners and doing a lot of kissing and feeling. I began to feel a jealousy that someone might try to come on to Taylor. Wow! That was a new experience for me. I had never before cared who my partners did what with.

Two days later, Taylor had to leave to head back to Kentucky. We'd had a super time during her visit and parting was difficult. Usually I felt relief to leave my partners but not with Taylor. Instead there was a genuine sorrow that we would be apart. We made tentative plans to get together for her spring break but that seemed like an eternity away.

In the ensuing weeks, I found myself screwing fewer and fewer women and spending more and more time around the house. Not only did I have the old place looking better than it had in a long time, I also found time to take up a hobby I'd long been enamored with – building and running model trains. It took my mind off sex, at least for a little while.

Oh, don't get me wrong – I didn't give it up. I still found ways to advertise my assets and accept the offerings of those who really tweaked my fancy. I wasn't about to become a monk but I did slow down somewhat.

As the weather began to warm up again in February, I spent a little more time swimming and walking the beaches. The last week in February, I had an experience that was unique among my own history.

I was strolling idly down the beach one afternoon thinking it was about time to head for home when I spotted a couple some distance ahead of me coming my way. At first examination, I noted that the woman seemed to be very curvaceous; still they were too far away for me to tell if she was good looking or not. However since she was holding hands with the man walking beside her, I didn't really continue to observe her, at least not as closely as I might if she had been unaccompanied.

It's not that I have a thing against fucking married women. I know I've screwed my share but not when they had their husbands nearby – at least, not to my knowledge. Nor did I deliberately hunt for married women to bed. Rather I was concerned with women with a certain look and a certain frame of mind. If she happened to be married but indicated that she was willing, I didn't let that status impact my decision.

I was prepared to pass the couple with just a smile and a friendly nod but just before they reached me, the guy sidestepped over in front of me, stuck out his hand for a friendly handshake and said, "Hi. My name is Ben and this is my wife, Connie. Do you have a few minutes to talk to us?"

"Sure," I replied, accepting his proffered hand and pumping it a few times. "My name is Eddie. It is nice to meet you two." I nodded at the lady.

Ben said, "My wife has been watching you ever since you first came in sight and she's quite intrigued. I was wondering what you think of her?"

"I beg your pardon," I responded, somewhat puzzled.

"I mean, look at her. She's stacked like the proverbial brick shithouse, got big tits, a nice round bottom, reasonably nice waist. She's not hard to look at. All together, I think she's a pretty fantastic package. Would you agree?"

"Uh ... look, I'm not looking for trouble," I said, wondering if I should back away.

"No, no, don't take offense. We're definitely not looking for trouble either," Ben stated. "It's just that Connie likes what she sees and she'd like to try you on for size, so to speak, if you'd be interested."

"But ... what about you?" I stuttered.

"Oh, man, I got mine this morning. But Connie still has needs. And I don't mind sharing. Listen, if you'd like some action, I'll betcha she'll take everything you got – even though we can see it's a big one – in every hole she's got, probably as many times as you can get it up. I'd like to watch if you don't mind but if that bothers you, I'll get lost for a while. Whaddya say?"

I looked at Connie and said, "Turn around."

She gave me a sweet little smile and did a slow pirouette, taking almost a full minute to again come to a stop looking at me. The spin confirmed that her bottom was just as sexy and fetching as her top half was.

I looked at her, obviously excluding Ben from the conversation momentarily. "Do you really want to do this?" I asked her.

Connie licked her lips and stared deeply into my eyes. "Yes, I'd love to!" she said with emphasis.

I looked back at Ben and asked, "You're serious. You don't mind sharing your wife with me?"

"Yes, sir, I'm serious. Connie's got more to offer than I can satisfy so I sure don't mind if she gets some satisfaction with someone else. I know she's going home with me after it's all over and that's what counts."

"Then let's go."

We walked up the beach to a nice little hotel, rinsed the sand off and entered a ground floor room. Barely had the door closed behind Ben when Connie's hand sneaked into my trunks and felt up my cock. I looked around at Ben but he'd gone to the lavatory to get a drink of water so I clasped Connie's big round hooters before sliding my hands down to cup her buttocks in both hands.

Connie wasted no time in shoving my trunks to the floor so I helped her out of her tiny bikini. Still I wasn't disappointed when she dropped to her knees and began licking my lollypop, taking more of the shaft into her mouth until she had worked then head into her throat and buried her nose in my pubic hair. For several minutes she performed better than the best model that Hoover ever produced. However I stopped her before she emptied my balls. I wanted to save that for other pursuits.

While Connie climbed onto the bed to lay on her back with her legs spread, I looked for Ben. He had pulled the only overstuffed chair in the room to the end of the bed so he could watch my cock working in and out of his wife's pussy. He was naked, sitting with one leg tossed over the arm of the chair and was already slowly pumping his fist up and down his erection. Well, if he didn't mind, I would take advantage of his generosity.

I climbed onto the bed between Connie's legs and guided my cock to her puffy wet pussy. She pulled herself open as an invitation for my invasion and I began easing forward into her. When I was all the way into her, I spread my knees, leaned forward with my weight on my forearms and began sucking her distended nipples while fucking her pussy, making sure that Ben had a good view of our coupling. I noticed he had gotten a little more serious at stroking his own hard-on.

I forgot about Ben then as I turned all my attention to Connie's offerings. She was tall enough that I was not all that uncomfortable nibbling on her tits while screwing her pussy, although she kept tensing her legs every so often and, since I was holding them between my forearms but I wouldn't have changed anything. Feeling her tense up, having her pussy grab around my cock, seeing the intense pleasure on her face was enough of a carrot in front of me to keep me plunging into her.

It was a great reward to hear Connie hiss, "Yes! I'm cumminggggggggggggg!" And after she settled back again, I resumed my activities and this time both of us climbed the mountain and jumped off at the same time.

While I was laying beside her, Connie crawled around and began to suck on my limp cock and massage my balls. I noticed that Ben had gone slack in the arm chair and was snoring softly. For some reason, that was fuel to my fire and seemed to help me get hard again quicker.

When I was reasonably hard again, Connie threw a leg over me and lowered her pussy around my prong until she was sitting with her weight resting on my thighs. I raised my knees, forcing her forward and, with my hands around her neck, pulled her to my mouth where we kissed for several minutes while I flexed my dong inside her chute. Completely out of breath, she pulled back and began sliding herself up and down my flagpole. Three times she paused to quake through an orgasm, hissing out words describing her pleasure.

After the third one, she couldn't go any more so I helped her over to lay on her stomach and climbed up behind her. Lifting her ass and spreading her knees, I plowed back into her pussy and started to fuck her. However when she asked me to change places – at first I didn't understand, but she used both hands to spread her buttocks, removing all doubt – I pulled out and eased into her pre-lubed anus. After I gave her a few moments to adjust to the change, she became hotter than ever to be fucked again.

I had to take it kind of slow to keep her tightness from ending our fun too soon but, as she got used to me, the tightness eased until she made me feel great. I picked up the speed a little but not so much that I'd finish before enjoying her ass for a while. With my hands roving from her ass to her tits and back frequently, I had settled into a rocking chair rhythm and was enjoying myself with my eyes closed when I felt a tap on my shoulder, bringing me out of my reverie. I looked to the left to see Ben standing beside me.




Beach Birthday Surprise



My husband had been promising me a special surprise for my 35th Birthday and then he had to blow it by having to go out of town on business. He was very apologetic and promised to make it up to me when he returned but I knew it wouldn’t be the same. Oh well, what could I do.

No sooner had he told me when Joanne, my best friend called. She wanted to know what Bob, my hubby, had planned for my Birthday. When I told her, she knew that I wasn’t happy. “Why don’t we spend your Birthday at the beach”, she said. Why not, I thought. We made our plans to meet at 9AM and she said she knew just the spot to go. 

We met at my place, loaded up the car, and took off in my convertible. Two blonds with their hair flying in the wind. We got quite a few looks, but we always get that. You see, while I may be 35, I’ve been told I look more like 25. I work our regularly and am proud of my body. 

Joanne gave me directions down the Pacific Coast Highway. She told me to pull over in the next clearing. We parked along side the road. There was only one other car parked there, a shinny black Corvette. We gathered our stuff (towels, bag, and small cooler) and started down the trail to the beach. The trail opened onto a small expanse of beautiful beach. What a beautiful day and Bob is out of town on business…dam him anyway. I was still pissed at him but Joanne was doing her best to keep me occupied.

We laid out a large blanket and opened some wine coolers. Joanne told me that a very good friend of hers told her about the beach and that hardly anyone goes there. I pulled my summer dress over my head to reveal the new suit Bob had bought me. It was a skimpy two-piece in a wet look fabric. Joanne complimented me on the suit and stripped down to her suit.

Several wine coolers and much girl talk later, Joanne suggested that we get wet in the waves. I had a nice buzz going. Since no one was around, she suggested that we go skinny dipping. Why not, so I stripped off my suit and followed her into the water. With the temperature getting hotter, the water and waves felt great. After a quick swim, we returned to our blanket. 

As I layed down, I saw him for the first time. He was about 20 yards from us. I am sure he was there the whole time, we just hadn’t noticed him. How could we miss him? He was maybe 30, a tall, fit, black man. He rose from his blanket and I got my second surprise. He wasn’t wearing a suit. I did a double take when I realize how large he was. It as limp and dangled down his leg. I had been with several men before Bob, but had never seen one that large.

He walked down the beach and into the water. Several minutes later, he emerged from the water. It was obvious that he was coming to us. I pulled a towel to me to hide myself. He introduced himself as Rex and said that he hoped that he hadn’t scared us. Joanne spoke right up and introduced us and told him that we were at the beach celebrating my birthday. I couldn’t help but keep catching glances of him. His skin was so smooth and shinny. It was so big.

He wished me a Happy Birthday and asked if one of us would put some lotion on his back. He explained that that is the downside of coming to the beach alone. He seemed so easy going and nice. Joanne, being the friend that she is, handed me the lotion and told me to do it. The thought of Bob’s disapproval crossed my mind as I put some lotion in my hand. Rex turned to face away from me and I stood and started to rub lotion on his back and shoulders. The towel that I was using to cover myself fell to the sand. His skin was so soft and I could feel his muscles just below the skin. Obviously, Rex worked hard on keeping his body in shape. 

Just touching his back sent shivers through my body. I looked at Joanne and she just smiled at me. She is the only one that I have ever told about my fantasy of a black man. Not once during our 12 years of marriage did I ever mention it to Bob. I could feel myself getting excited by the touch of his skin. It seems so hot. Like touching fire.

After finishing Rex’s back, I quickly sat down before he could turn and see me naked. Rex thanked me and ask if I would like him to return the favor. I said “No, I already have lotion on my back”. Joanne handed Rex the lotion and told him that I need more on my back and smiled at me. Joanne handed me another wine cooler. Rex sat behind me and I felt the cool lotion and his hot fingers as he worked the lotion into my shoulders and down my back. Visions of Rex flashed in my head, what was I thinking. 


I didn’t really notice that after Rex had put lotion on my back that he started to massage my shoulders. It felt so good. Joanne handed me another wine cooler as I realize that I had just about chugged down the last one. 

What happened next is a blur. Rex was massaging my shoulders when I felt his hot breath on my neck. Then soft kisses. I turned to tell him to stop but all I saw was his devouring eyes. I seemed frozen as he kissed me on the lips. First softly, then with more passion. I knew it was wrong. I tried to say no, but felt helpless, weak, and oh so excited.

It was as much my fault as his. As he kissed me, he ran a hand over my breasts oh so softly. I began to rub my hands up and down his body. Then it happened, I touch it. I didn’t mean to. I surrendered. It felt hard and on fire. I took it in my hand. It was so big my finger could barely get around it. Even though I couldn’t see it, just the touch of it sent me to new heights of excitement. 

When he touched me down there, my mind tried to cry for help but my body wouldn’t move. My legs parted to give him access. What was I doing, I thought. This isn’t right. Bob will kill me if he ever finds out. Rex knew just how to touch a woman. I found myself grinding my hips into his hand. I was all his and I couldn’t do anything about it.

Rex broke our embrace and guided me around. It was then that I saw how big and hard it was. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Rex softly pushed me onto my back and knelt between my legs. “You want it, don’t you?”, he said. I didn’t answer. Softly, he spread my legs and lowered himself into me. When the tip of it touched me, it was felt like a jolt of electricity. I felt paralyzed. Slowly, I could feel it entering me. He let his weight slowly put it inside me. I wiggled my hips to help him. I needed him. I wanted him. 

He pulled out a little and then pushed it further into me. I felt myself stretch to accept him. He kept pushing in deeper. I had never felt something that big. He began to stroke me faster and deeper. Finally, the tip of his manhood hit my cervix. Fireworks when off in my mind. I had never felt so full and so excited.

In my daze, I felt Rex’s hands on my ass, as he stroked me harder, faster. It was then that I felt it building. I was all his. The first orgasm came like a wave hitting the beach. It didn’t stop though. The second and the third orgasms were like Tornados ravishing my body. Rex sensed my orgasms and slowed his pace. He raised up on his knees. It stood straight out and glistened with my wetness.

He took my hand and pulled me up on my knees. He took my head and pulled my lips to it. I took as much of it as I could in my mouth. It tasted like my nector. I used my tongue on it to feel the veins. I could feel Rex’s heart pounding. Rex began to stroke it with his hand. It swelled even larger. My mouth strained to contain it. I wanted to satisfy him the way he satisfied me. I knew it wouldn’t be long. I could feel him stiffen and then it erupted. I took as much as I could but it spilled out of my mouth. More cum oozed out of the head. I licked it.

All of a sudden, I came to my senses. What was I doing. I turned toward Joanne. She was laying on the blanket. She had one hand pinching a nipple while the other hand was stroking her clit. It was obvious that our show was too much for her and she was satisfying herself. 

Waves of guilt came over me. What had I just done. I had never cheated on Bob. I felt so dirty. I couldn’t let him ever find out. 

Rex got up. I couldn’t look at him. I started to gather our stuff as he wandered into the water. Joanne came back to her senses and we headed off to the car. She started to talk but I just shook my head. What had I done?

Not a word was said the whole trip home. When we got to my house, Joanne tried to give me a reassuring hug but a tear dropped from the corner of my eye. I turned and went inside. I turned the shower on and stripped off my clothes. Looking in the mirror, I could see Rex’s dry cum on my cheeks. I just couldn’t believe what happened. The shower felt good and I just kept scrubbing myself hoping the guilt would wash away.

Though I was exhausted, I didn’t sleep well that night. Bob returned the next afternoon and I was so nervous. He made some comment that I looked stressed but I just couldn’t relax. What if he found out?

That night, we crawled into bed. I snuggled next to him and held him tight. How could I have been so stupid? Bob was watching the news on TV when he asked how I like my Birthday present. I didn’t know what he was talking about. He asked me again, but I didn’t have a clue what he was taking about.

The next thing I knew, I could hear the VCR come on and the picture on the TV switched from the news to a beach. Not just any beach. It was the beach that Joanne and I went to. I was confused. About that time, I saw Joanne and I walk onto the beach and put our towels down. It was then that I knew that I had been set up. Obviously, Rex had video taped our day at the beach.

The scene changed and Joanne and I began taking off our bikinis. I knew what was coming next and I couldn’t look at Bob. I just froze. On TV I was putting lotion on Rex’s back. I stared at the TV and could feel his skin in my mind. I was awakened from my thoughts by Bob’s penis becoming alive. When Rex started to put lotion on my, Bob had a raging hard-on. As both of us had our eyes glued to the TV, Bob explained that Joanne had told him about my fantasy of being with a Black man. Bob said that he wasn’t sure he could handle it in person but wanted me to enjoy my fantasy. Of course, he explained that he didn’t want to miss out on it either.

As Rex took me on the beach, I took Bob in my mouth. He was harder than I had ever seen him and he came so hard. After he came, he didn’t go soft like he usually does. I pulled my gown off and told him to fuck me hard.

At first, I was upset with Bob for what he had done. After the passionate night of sex we had that night, I realized what a great Birthday gift he gave me. I think we both enjoyed it.



Beach Bitch



Man, do I love the beach! So much female-ass just hangin' out for all to see... I fucking love it! Girls go there half-naked just to flaunt their bodies, and flash as much of their pussies, asses and tits to us guys as they can, and good times are had by all.

Once I was sun-bathing on this beach in Thailand, checking out the crowds of smoking-hot 19-year-old tourist-girls, all half-naked, many of whom were indubitably cruising for some big hard vacation-cock for the night to satisfy their horny, vacationing, tight young pussies. Some were less overtly horny, some may have been a bit lonely, and many were just having a good time. But ultimately, beyond all of society's hang-ups and inhibitions, I believe all pussies want hard cock.

A gorgeous, breathtaking example of Hot Sexy Tourist Girl walked by me like she was on a fashion runway. Her massive, perfect round ass, which flared out from her slender waist like a bell, swayed hypnotically from side to side in a figure-eight in time with her steps on the hot sand. A long, lush bleached stunningly bright yellow mane played about her slender shoulders as she strode. Her bum was basically naked, precariously slung in a skimpy bit of neon-pink floss, which was a bikini bottom only symbolically. It accentuated the brown, super-tanned skin of the insanely dramatic curvature of her ass. Her enormous, super-tanned fake boobs jutted out startlingly from her slender chest, dramatically contrasting her tiny, fit waist. Her big nipples pushed out from beneath a second skimpy, tight bit of neon-pink floss; a bikini top also just in theory. The babe was basically naked. She had on mirror-silver sunglasses, and bright glossy-pink lipstick on her sexy, full, pouting lips. She wasn't carrying a bag, or a towel, or anything. She glanced down at me as she passed me there, a slight sexy smile playing at the edges of her mouth.

I watched her go, and she slid her fingers underneath the floss which was her bikini bottom on either side of her waist and pulled it out from her ass, presumably to un-stick it from being wedged up her deep ass-crack. Her smooth outer pussy-lips, and brown-amidst-brown asshole were momentarily obscenely flashed in my direction. I suspected hornily that she'd done it for my benefit. A quick cheeky-smiling glance from her back at me seemed to confirm my suspicion. I smiled, my dick expanding quickly in my shorts, and hoped rather helplessly that I'd be seeing her again soon.

Later that afternoon I was strolling along the beach when I saw her again. She was swimming by herself- topless. Her massive, fake golden-brown tits glistened wet in the afternoon sunlight. She saw me and waved, smiling, unashamed of her glorious half-nudity. I waved back and lingered to watch the bathing Goddess. But she turned away and I was compelled to keep walking. What a fucking smoking-hot babe! I, and every other guy within a million miles with a pulse, was thinking. I imagined bringing her back to my beach-hut and massaging a big load of my cum into those tits... I kept walking down the beach, far past all the resorts, until I came to a beautiful deserted area at the base of a high cliff, full of lush palm trees and warm sand. I decided to lay down on my towel in some shade for a while. 

I spread my large white beach-towel out on the sand and lay down on it. All around was serenely silent, except for the sound of the waves gently crashing upon the shore. A gentle, wonderfully fragrant breeze caressed the whole scene. I peacefully gazed out at the paradisiacal little place I'd found, and dreamed of sucking that babe's fine tits as I slid my hard cock up her hot, wet cunt. I closed my eyes and rested on my back, and dreamt of fucking the gorgeous girl I'd just waved at, and whose tits I'd just seen. 

My hand inadvertently went to my crotch and I rubbed my growing dick through my shorts as I thought of her. I pulled my hardening ten-inches of meat out of my shorts and into the open air to jerk it slowly. I knew nobody would follow me this far away from all the crowds, and I was horny as hell as I thought of her smoking body. I wished I had some lube as my cock reached full raging-hardness, pointing straight up to the clouds in my hand.

"Is that for me?" It was a sexy girl's voice with an American accent close by, and nearly scared the living shit outta me. 

I looked up at once, and I'm sure you'll not be surprised to hear who was standing there, but the babe in the neon-pink floss from before that I'd just been dreaming about fucking!

Flustered and taken off guard, I didn't know quite what to say at first. But then I saw that she was rubbing her pussy through and around the floss, starring at my hard dick and biting her lower lip.

She was fucking gorgeous! A perfect-10. She reminded me of all the hottest porn stars I'd ever seen rolled into one. ...She couldn't have been any hotter without bursting into fucking flames.

I lay there staring at her, and smiled. She slowly walked towards me, swaying her ass in an exaggerated, sexy figure-eight, and got down onto her knees in front of me.

"Let me help you with that. I'm Candy."

"Steve," I managed, in slight shock, as I watched the stranger lower her beautiful mouth onto my hard dick. "Oh, yeah," I said quietly as she enveloped my fuck-stick with her throat. Her full, soft lips slid up and down the length of my cock as she sucked me hard. I reached down and sampled her enormous, round fake tits in my hands as she sucked me off, the scenic vista twinkling in the sun all around us. I lay back and relaxed, watching the smoking-hot stacked beach-babe blow me. Her hot, wet mouth felt so fucking amazing wrapped around my hard cock, sucking my ten inches as hard as hell, her head bobbing up and down in the sun.

After some time I told her I wanted to be inside her pussy. Looking smugly pleased, she casually walked to the base of the cliff a few meters away and stood with her back against it, her feet in the sand, and beckoned for me to follow her. I stood up, my hard dick bouncing and pointing straight ahead. She bit her lower lip and reached back down to caress her pussy, staring at my cock.

I stripped off my shorts, and stood naked slowly jerking my dick, looking at her from head to toe. She slowly yanked on the floss-bow of her 'bikini bottom,' which promptly fall to the sand at her feet like magic, revealing her perfectly waxed-smooth, tanned snatch. My dick raged to be inside of her, to fuck her and cum in her...

She bent her knees and spread her thighs slightly, gingerly pulling her slightly plump labia major wide apart with the fingers of both her hands, totally exposing the wet, pink fuck-hole I was certainly about to fuck.

"Come here and fuck this tight pussy, Steve," she said, her breathing becoming hard.

She held her cunt open like that as I approached her and braced myself with my right hand on the wall of the cliff just over her left shoulder. I guided the fat head of my cock onto her cunt with my left hand.

"Push it into my pussy!" Fiona urged breathily.

I slowly fed my cock up her cunt to its base, which slid all the way in easily she was already so wet. I stared down at the horny spectacle as I slowly began sliding my dick in and out of her tight, wet hole as she held her pussy-lips wide open for me with her fingers. Her flower was tight, smooth, wet and hot as hell upon my slowly pistoning, rock-hard meat-shaft. Her pussy only got wetter with my every up thrust into her depths. Continuous waves of pleasure rushed over me from my crotch, which I swam in hungrily as I fucked a stranger.

She continued to hold her cunt open as I fucked her faster and faster. I leaned forwards and her massive mammaries and big hard nipples pressed into my chest as I pistoned deeply in and out of her hot, wet love-hole with my cock.

"Turn around, Babe!" I urged her after what must have been many minutes of fucking, though it's easy to loose track of time in such a situation. Sweat stood out of both of us from the exertion and the sun.

Fiona complied, thrusting out her big, gorgeous ass for my viewing pleasure and subsequent fucking. "Spread your ass open!" I commanded lustfully, feeling like some perverted Pirate of Love out of an imagined porn flick which I was actually living.

The blonde mega-babe reached around, grabbed her ass-cheeks on both sides and spread them wide apart just as I'd asked her to. Her completely waxed-smooth asshole and pussy were on full-display, her brown-hole looking relaxed and opening ever-so-slightly on its own betwixt her massive, perfectly sculpted super-tanned ass-cheeks.

I greedily shoved my dick up her wet pussy from the back as she held her ass open for me like that. 

"Fuck me!" she cried simply as I pounded her cunt, her words and moans echoing dully off the rock walls of the cliff, and lost behind us in the gentle sounds of the ocean washing up on the sandy shore. "Don't stop!" she urged, and it seemed like she was already nearing a climax.

I fucked her snatch with much vigor, nearly inadvertently shoving her into the wall of the cliff more than once. But she held firm, pressing her ass, which she still held wide-open for me, back up against me as I pounded her pink-hole.

Finally, her moans reaching a crescendo, she wailed, "Ahh- I'm cumming! Ooh! Ooh!" and so on, and her ass shook, her knees nearly buckling, her gushing cunt spasming around my fucking cock.

"I wanna fuck your sweet ass, Baby!" I told her, praying to the Lord above that she'd be game, and suspecting cheekily that the slut would indeed.

"Do it; fuck me hard up the ass right now!" she moaned still cumming, not much to my surprise, but none the less to my absolute joy.

She renewed her grip on her ass-cheeks and pulled them apart wider than ever, totally exposing her slightly gaping asshole for me to fuck.

I thanked my lucky stars as I positioned the head of my dick onto her tight brown-hole. I let some spit drop onto her shit-hole from my mouth to help lube it up before slowly sliding my cock in.

"Ooh!" she moaned emphatically, as her brown ring took several inches of my cock-shaft. I pushed in deeper, deeper into her ass, until I was balls-deep up her firm yet massive bum, which she still held spread wide apart.

"Oh, God," I whispered feeling faint with sheer bliss, taking a moment to appreciate the hot, tight quality of the depths of this girl's sweet willing asshole.

"Fuckmefuckmefuckme! Fuck my asshole deep and hard right now!" she cried urgently when I'd paused.

I reached around and grabbed her big tits as I began pistoning in and out of her gorgeous, tight, round super-tanned shit-box with my hard cock.

"Oh yes!" she shuddered, bucking back up against me.

She milked me with her anal ring, squeezing my dick so tight as I was pulling out, it was unbelievable that my fucking cock didn't snap in two.

God knows I hated to break the rhythm of this symphony of pleasure, but after a while I simply needed to say something, "I gotta stop for a second, Candy. I need to piss..." "Piss up my asshole!" she urged to my surprise. This was a new experience for me, but I immediately thought, 'Fuck it!' and began pissing a large thick flow of piss, to my immense relief and satisfaction, my cock still right up her asshole. "Oh yes! I can feel it, Steve!" she moaned, "Fuck my ass as you piss inside it!" So I pissed up her asshole as I was fucking it, filling her bowels with a substantial amount of my hot, fucking pee. It was fucking amazing, kinky, and hot as hell! The sensation was a dizzying combination of something like cumming, satisfying relief, and sheer horny anal-fucking bliss.

"Now lemme drink some; lemme suck your cock before you finish peeing!"

Barely startled, I pulled out and she moaned as she shat (squirted) all of my piss out of her ass towards me, and onto my cock and balls. I jerked my cock off in the thick stream of my own hot piss coming out of her ass onto me. Immediately she turned 'round and took my dick into her mouth straight from being up her asshole and began sucking me off.

"You want me to just piss down your throat??" I asked.

"Yes!" she stopped sucking me for a moment to say, then took my cock back into her sucking mouth.

I'd never had a girl do that for me before, and I wasn't sure she was serious. But I relaxed and pissed- straight down her throat, and she took it! She drank it all down in big gulps, not spilling a single drop! Her lips were around my peeing meat, sucking and drinking it like it was rum-cooler from a hose. She only uncorked her suck-hole now and then to use my cock like a hose and shower herself in my hot piss, splashing it all over her face, hair, tits and pussy. It was another first for me, seriously kinky, and totally hot as fucking hell. I wanted to fuck the shit outta her again right away, and fill this slut with my fucking cum!

"Oh fuck, Candy... I wanna be back up your ass!" I told her once she'd finished drinking and showering with my piss. She stood up, piss-filled and piss-soaked, and spreading her ass-cheeks wide open for me again, revealing her brown-star for me to fuck.

I shoved my love-sausage directly up her tight bum and began fucking her asshole deep, fast and hard up against the cliff.

"Oooh!" she wailed, "I'm gonna cum again!!"

I fucked her asshole like a goddamned Jackhammer of Love, bringing her over the edge, and sure enough, she came once more, hard, her cunt gushing all over the side of the cliff.

"Aaah!" she cried, shaking and cumming for the second time as she gushed.

"I wanna cum up your ass, girl!" I cried as I fucked her.

"Do it! Cum in my ass, you Cock! Fuck me hard 'till you blast your hot load right up my fucking bum!"

My cock slammed up into her shitter repeatedly, deeper, harder, and faster than I'd ever fucked any girl up the ass before.

Until finally, "Aaah!" I cried, jerking the base of my cock, its business end still half-planted up her tight shit-hole, blasting my load up her bum, shooting blast after heavenly blast of jizz up into her arse. Still cumming, I let go of my rod, thrust deeper than ever up inside her beautiful pooper, and continued pumping cum, deep up her big, hot, tight ass, now dripping with sweat from all the fucking and sun.

Finally, after I'd finished cumming up her ass, we stood for a moment like that, my dick still up her bum. Finally I pulled out.

We stood together naked; the sun was getting low in the sky.

"It's nice to meet you, Candy," I said half-jokingly, catching my breath.

"You, too, Steve," she replied smiling, catching my vibe right away and not hiding the playful tinge of irony from her voice. We both knew we weren't trying to fool each other here- we'd never really get to be good friends: this shit was about the FUCKING. And it was very cool.

We chatted together, went skinny-dipping, then fucked again some more on the sand in the sunset. We got dressed and headed back to the resorts in the moonlight. We fucked for 2 more days, then Candy had to leave.

It was on that day that I met Pamela...



Beach Bitch Brawl



"It's ok kids, I'll grab your ball," I said as I waded into Lake Michigan. They looked heartbroken when the wind swept the beach ball away. I couldn't have that happen. And more importantly I would impress some of the guys and more importantly still I would show Julia just how kind I was. She had seen how I could fight. She knew how I looked after her. It was time to cement the relationship, make her my pet for good. I swam out and grabbed the ball by then easily 200 metres off shore. I cuffed it back between my arms as I learned in water polo. 

Standing up I passed it back to one of the kids- a cute little boy I guess about 5 years old. "Thanks lady" he beamed. He was a polite boy as well as cute. I returned his smile with a pleased smirk of my own. I knew I might not look as good as my friends or most of the other girls on the beach but I could swim better. None of those stick figure bitches would be able to swim and rescue that ball. And even if they could they were all too busy working on their tans to busy themselves to help some upset kids. So many women who go to that beach are not so much selfish as stupid. They were all trying to get the guys attention, after all that is why go came there and then they just lie about hoping some guy will notice them. Dumb sluts, they never realise that they need to show themselves as a bit different. I knew better. I usually did. 

I walked back to my towel and sat down beside my friends Cassie, Joan and Julia. Cassie was as always eyeing the men. Joan was oblivious to the world around her sunning herself on her towel. Julia was all smiles. I could almost feel her admiration. . And I could feel some other eyes on me. I knew I had impressed some of the guys. 

I made a pretence of picking up my book. I wanted to seem occupied but really I wanted to check out the scene. I read maybe half a page and paused as if deep in thought and glanced round, my eyes hidden by my sunglasses focused on one guy on his own, looking in my direction. I guessed he was a few years older then me, maybe 28 or so .He was one of the men who had seen me rescue those kids' ball and he had flashed me a smile when I was walking back to my friends. I had seen him spooning and pashing some redhead earlier on the sand. I had no idea where she had gone. But it would be fun to see what would happen if she came back to find me lying next to her man. 

Cassie nudged me. She leaned over from where she was lying soaking up the sun nodding her head towards a figure down the beach, and in the opposite direction to the man I had just been looking at. "See that guy over there? Like he's the father of some of those kids. I saw him with them before." She lifted her sunglasses, her lips curling delightedly upwards. "Like he's smiling at you." She was a trouble maker, but so much fun. 

"So, what of it?" I looked where Cassie was pointing. 

"Don't be a goose. Like he's looking your way. He fancies you." 

I pursed my lips. "He had a woman sitting next to him." 

"Maybe he did. So what? Like why is he smiling at us now when you are sitting down when we didn't get so much as a glance before? I tell you he fancies you." 

"The woman's gone. Perhaps she didn't mean much to him." 

Cassie said "Don't be silly. She's his wife. Like anyone can see that. " 

"So what? You said he fancied me" I looked again. The guy waved and flashed a big grin. I tilted my head, returned the wave, then turned back to Cassie. "Like I said the woman's gone and besides," I smiled, "she was a skinny wimp." 

I stood up as Cassie giggled "Same old Jenn then is it? Always either after the man or fighting the girl." 

I playfully kicked some sand in her face and Cassie giggled as she made a mock tackle. I kicked her lightly and left Cassie, Joan and Julia sunning themselves and walked over to the guy. 

"Hey there. Those your kids" jerking my thumb over my shoulder and smiling. ."Boy, they sure are cute." 

"Yeah they are." He replied, his eyes running over my body. "Say, I want to thank you for retrieving their ball." 

"It was a pleasure helping them. I would have hated for them to have their day spoilt if they had lost that ball. And they are so polite. You have brought them up well. They said thank you to me." 

He smiled widely, all pearly teeth and dimples, "Hey you that is such a nice compliment! Thank you. It was my pleasure watching such a powerful swimmer. Most of the girls here couldn't manage a splash like that". 

I smiled taking in the sight of his body. He was a little older then me, probably just past 30, average build, maybe about 5 ft 10. He had sandy hair and blue sparkling eyes. Definitely sexy. "Oh I am sure they could swim - it wasn't that far - but thanks anyways." Of course I knew he was right: most girls couldn't make that swim. But I wasn't about to tell him that. I didn't want to boast. Well not obviously. 

."No don't be so modest, it doesn't become you. Take the compliment Hum you deserve it." I felt his eyes run over me from top to toe. "I take it that you played water polo." 

I looked back at him raising my eyebrows. He knew I had caught him eyeing me off. He did not stop. He just smiled some more. Hoo boy, I felt a rush of sexuality at that. I smiled back at him. "Yes I did, at school." 

"Not a very common school sport, but then you're not a common girl. I can see you're quite special." 

"Why thank you sir" I said in my best mock southern belle tones. I couldn't help giggling a little. 

"There, you see how much better it is when you take the compliment and don't be so modest. Better for you cuz you don't have to fib to yourself, better to the person who complimented you because they know you appreciated what they said." He smiled again.  

This guy was so much more then being sexy he seemed genuinely nice. He was what my probation officer had called affirming- someone who built up your self-esteem without being obvious. 

"Hun, I have always wanted to play water polo- so long as it was mixed." 

I looked at him "And why is that?" 

"I'll let you into a secret. Promise not to tell anyone" He looked at me. 

"Sure I promise. But I think I can guess why a sexy man like you would like to play mixed water polo" 

"Oh can you now? Let me see just how clever you are, I already know how kind you are and how good a swimmer you are." There he was this affirming stuff again. I had thought it crap when I got told it in probation --when Sharon (she made me call her by her first name) tried to teach me 'self worth'. But I could see it now. This guy was really beginning to make me feel good about myself, something that never happened. 

"Cuz you would have got a good chance to grope some girls- all legally and in the best traditions of the sport." 

"There I was right, you are clever! Yeah it's just the same with football where there are three types of social matches: tackle, touch and grope." 

We both burst into laughter. This guy was so much fun as well as cute and nice. 

He grinned back at me "So hun why did you come over?" 

"Well what do I say to that? Because you smiled and waved at me? Wasn't that an invitation?" I smiled and crossed my arms over my chest briefly before standing my legs astride and my hands on my hips. 

"And do you go across to every person who smiles at you?" He grinned even wider this time. "And do you accept every invitation? I'm sure a hot curvy babe like you gets lots." 

"You flatter me! "I giggled "You've got quite the honeyed tongue." I smirked to try and keep from blushing. No one complimented me like he had, I knew most guys wouldn't think I was hot. And I knew why- I wasn't. I was fat and plain. Most guys called me something like "fat cow' not what this guy had said. I was almost suspicious: what did he want? It had been right when he said the nice words before but this wasn't affirming, not when he called me hot, he had to be after something. . And with his wife around it wasn't that he wanted to get in my pants- well not right then and there any way. Not that I would mind if he did, he was cute, sexy, charming and seemed genuinely a nice guy. His wife was lucky. 

"And flattery will get me..." he paused, looked me up and down, grinned and went on "...everywhere. Well almost. But it hasn't got me an answer to my question. By the way you're even sexier when you blush." 

By now I was more then suspicious, I knew this guy wanted something, and it was more then a flirtation. I stepped back cautiously and raised an eyebrow "Which question was that?" You've asked a few." 

"Hey why did you back off, I won't believe you're shy. Not at all. And don't go all blonde on me now." 

I giggled. "I'm not blonde." 

"You even have a sexy giggle. I can see you're not blonde. And from what you said you're glad you're not. So am I." 

I glanced over his shoulder at the pale locks of the girl who was with him before bringing my eyes back to his, a wry grin playing out across my lips. Cassie was right. It had to be his wife. What did this guy want? There was one way to find out. "But gentlemen prefer blondes -- or so we are told." 

"Who said I am a gentleman?" He chuckled. "And you're not answering my questions." He grinned again. 

"It will take some time" I flashed my best smile. Regardless of what else he was after, this man was fun to flirt with. 

"I'm not going anywhere" he chuckled. "Take your time babe." 

Still smiling I sat down on the towel beside him. 

"Not that I mind but that sure was a self-invitation to pull up some towel, babe." His eyes twinkled mischief at me. 

"Well you didn't like it when I stepped back. And anyway I don't like to muck around." 

"You don't?" he shook his head. "You disappoint me babe." 

"Well there are different kinds of mucking about." I wriggled a bit closer to him. 

"You don't say?" he winked at me. 

"What do you think you're doing? Get off my towel and away from my husband you chubby thing." I looked at the pale wispy hair of the pretty little blonde who had been sitting with the guy before. My eyes wandered over her little body, pausing at the ice cream in her hands - presumably for her kids. She was wiry; there was no fat on her. I wondered just how strong she was 

Then I stared her right in the face and kept staring -thinking nothing ventured nothing gained and that she couldn't fight with the icecreams in her hand. "The place is taken. I'm here." 

"You fat whore. How dare you try to steal my husband. Just look at you, you bitch! Can't get a man yourself so you try to take someone else's." She scoffed. "Slut!" 

No one was going to say this about me. Not when I had this cool guy to impress. Not when there was a crowd of people around. I so wanted to make this pretty woman squirm in front of her husband. I just knew I could. I leapt to my feet - my face only inches from hers -- my mouth turned in a fierce scowl. She tried to stare me down but I could see the fear in her eyes. All it took was one feint from me and she took to her heels running away up toward the car park. She even dropped the two ices in her hands as she rushed up the sandy path between the trees. 

She may have been slimmer then me but she couldn't run fast. I caught up to her just short of the car park. She had run out of room and turned to face me like a mouse faces a lynx. I giggled at the thought of taking this little wimp apart. "Scared are you? You should be. But you shouldn't be rude to your betters!" I slapped her face a few times for good measure. Then the bitch had the nerve to try to punch me. If she had been heavier she would have done an injury but because she was so small and light her blow to my gut hurt a little but not much more. 

I grabbed her hair and pulled her close. Hissing in her face - "Suffer slut!" - and thrust my knee into her tummy doubling her up. I pulled her upright again and shook her around a bit while she coughed.

The front of her bottoms suddenly went dark and wet. Looking down I burst out laughing in her face. "So scared you pissed girl?" She whimpered a bit as I shook her then let her go. "Don't mess with me again little girl." I strolled off back through the trees, smiling, leaving her in the dirt behind me. It felt so good to have won, to have humiliated her. I sniggered to myself. And somehow I knew she could have fought much better, something was holding her back- yeah she was scared shitless. 

As I walked back to the beach I could see the man standing there waiting for me. He smiled broadly making no attempt to hide how he lusted after my body with his eyes. "That's one of the hottest things I've seen in quite a while. But she is my wife... I guess I'd better go help her." 

"Fucking hell" I muttered, hopping mad. I had just beaten this girl; she was so scared she had pissed in her bottoms. And this guy who had started the whole flirt and encouraged me so much is suddenly so mealy mouthed he is going to help his wife. I wanted to run over and pound the woman into the sand. But hey what would the crowd think of that? Fuck, more importantly what would the guy think and what would he do? I couldn't work out why I cared what he thought but I did. Somehow this made me more determined then ever. Some day I was going to meet up with this couple and when I did I was going to pulp her and then and fuck him in front of her. 

But right then on the beach all I could do was fume. I really hadn't thought what I was going to do when I was flirting. IT had just been fun. Looking back I guess I should have thought it through. He was looking for a bit of fun. There was no way he would take the flirt very far not with his kids there. But that is hindsight. Then on the beach my fingers itched to humiliate the bitch. I so wanted to tear her apart. And I convinced myself that I was all hot and horny. 

The guy looked at me. "You do understand don't you?" 

"Yeah I guess so." I snapped, trying not to show just how furious I was. I could see from his expression I had failed and that he knew I was livid. He sighed, his gaze dropped, he looked at his feet. 

I turned on my heel and stalked back to my friends. Cassie, Julia Joan and I sat talking for a few minutes about what had happened when I got back to them. They all saw how cranky I was. 

Then I noticed the other woman come back with her husband to his towel. She stood in front of him, her flushed face bent down towards his. We turned our heads towards them, listening in on their exchange. 

"Are you ok hun?" he asked. 

"I want to go home... now", she hissed adding 'please" very much as an afterthought as she tried to hold her arms around herself and cover the wet stain on her bottoms. 

"What a wimp" smirked Cassie, "All you did was knee her and she wants to go home. What would she be like if you had worked her over properly?" 

We giggled. I caught the woman's eyes dart up to us and just as quickly away. She pulled her top up and turned to her husband "You should have helped me" her red face just inches from his 

"Why? It was between you and the chubby babe." he replied, trying not to smile. "You should have fought her." 

"And let the kids see their mother fight on the beach like any common slut? What sort of example would that be?" She glanced at the kids down the beach and turned back to her husband. 

"But I've seen you fight before. Hell I've seen you squash big bitches like that one. But you just went to water." He smirked at his double meaning. 

I looked at him angrily. Had he been trying to set me up? Had the whole episode been some sort of game to him? 

His wife shoved her face right in front of his. She stood with her hands on her hips. She was furious. "John I have never fought in front of the children. You know that. " She turned her face to me and spoke very clearly and loudly. "John I am not a common slut." She turned back to her husband and said, "I and the children are going. I am going to buy the kids some new ice creams so we can leave. You can make up your mind about whether you want to come with us or" she turned to face me again " waste time with common sluts." 

"Damn it", I thought, "she is using her kids as an excuse and she is taunting me. She knows she has him under her control. She knows that if I challenge her she just needs to get her children around her. I can't fight a woman with small children. Every one would think I was some low life trailer trash." I shook my head, as my flushed face burned with anger. But I knew the real reason this cunning bitch wouldn't fight- she was just petrified of me. 

She packed up her towel and quickly walked down to her children. She spoke to them. Then she and they walked off quietly, slowly toward the car park. She turned and glared at me. I glared back then turned even redder as she shook her fist at me. 

Cassie nudged me "Why don't you go after her? She is challenging you!" 

"And what would peeps say if I took to her with those kids around? I would be shit!" 

"Oh! Jenn you're not scared of her are you? Or are you scared of what people will say about you?" Cassie said archly. 

Joan giggled. 

I turned to Cassie "shut your mouth girl!" 

Joan giggled again. 

The woman looked back at me again as she got to the car park. She smirked. She knew she had made me furious. She knew she had got some revenge on me. The bitch! Her husband followed her up the slope. He threw a wink at me as he walked away. That just made me even angrier. I knew he fancied me. I knew he liked seeing his wife fight. - He had said so to her. I knew he wanted to see more. He had said that too! But he was too much of a wimp to insist on talking to me. He was too much under his wife's thumb to flirt with me after I scared her off. He was, too much of a subbie castrated male to get her to do what I know he wanted her to, which was fight me. Typical sensitive new age guy! 

"Jenn get over it. It's been half an hour since that family left and all you have done is fume. I know you too well. You're not reading, you're not talking, you're not enjoying yourself. All you are doing is sitting there stewing." 

"So what if I am"? Joan what's it to you." 

"Jenn, I'm your friend. I have been since school. Can't you take some advice for once in your life." 

"Yeah, whatever." I turned on my side. I knew Joan was right but that bitch had got deep under my skin. It was eating away at me inside. 

"Jenn listen to me. Don't let it wreck your day. It's not worth it. The guy set it all up. He wanted you to flirt with him because he thought he knew what his wife would do. He wanted to see you two fight. Anyway you beat the little blonde. You know that." 

"Yeah" I grunted. Joan was right. He did start flirting with me-- that's why he smiled, that's why he asked all those questions, that's why he was so affirming. And I had been brainless enough to think he liked me. But I was wrong. Joan was right. He had wanted to see us fight. And I fell into his trap. 

It made it even worse that Joan was right. She could see the guy had set me up. So could anyone else. And Joan knew how upset I was when I got used like that. She had known me for too long not to know when I felt like shit which was so much of the time. Even if I could hide it from most people Joan generally knew. And she was right I had beaten the bitch. 

But there was something niggling, something telling me that just maybe what the little blonde had said was true -- that the only reason she didn't fight was because her kids were there. I lay there stewing sourly thinking that perhaps I needed to revise my opinion. . Maybe she wasn't scared of me after all. She was lean. She looked strong. She looked agile Her husband had expected her to fight. And then I had begun to think maybe if she did fight she could put up a harder fight. . She looked as if she could dance around me hurling punches. 




Beach Bitch Brawl



"Jenn, I know just how strong, how powerful you are. I saw you get that other blonde a few weeks ago." Julia spoke for the first time in a while. I remembered the last time I had been on the beach. "You thrashed her." 

"Yeah I know. But that was then. And right now that little blonde used her kids as some sort of human shield." 

The whole scene had ended sour. What had made it worse was after that bitch and her husband left I had tried to check out the scene. The guy I had noticed earlier smiling at me was back with his redheaded girl lying down, pashing her. He rolled her onto her tummy. He raised his head and slowly untied her bikini top. Then he rolled her over onto her back again pulling the top off. I couldn't help watching. It was as if my eyes were fixed on them. She had such great tits too. Everything I saw made things worse. He slid his hands over her breasts, cupping them. They were tonguing each other. I saw their tongues dive around in one another's mouths. I clenched my fists digging my nails into my palms. I saw them tilting their heads. I saw them grope each other. I smacked a fist into the palm of the other hand. I was growling, seething with anger. 

After awhile, Cassie and Joan got their things together and said bye, saying they had plans for the afternoon. I guess I was lousy company for them. But all I could do was think back to how much fun that guy had been, how nice he was. And then the other guy -- the one with the red head. I sighed. Julia got up and went to get some food from her car. Some guy chatted her up on the way. She came back, her face wreathed in smiles. "He asked for my phone number. " 

I almost spat. "I wish he had asked for mine when I talked to him." 

"Jenn, Joan was right, Don't fret. It's not worth it truly its not." 

"Whatever, I am going for a swim." 

But the swim left me feeling no better. 

I was still fuming when I stepped out of the water. I was wringing wet, my t-shirt clung to me leaving very little to the imagination, my longish brunette hair hung down in thick strands. I was walking up the sand to where my towel and bag were, looking forward to lying in the sun and reading for a while again, when a young blonde walked straight into me and spilt her drink down my back. 

I turned round and stared at her, more furious then ever. "What are you doing? You watch where you are going!" My fists clenched, almost without me knowing. 

She glared back at me, as if sizing me up, I could almost see her thinking "She's a bit overweight, big tits but a plump tummy and her ass is too big, she's curvy but not in my class". Then she spoke sharply "Hey you settle down! There's no reason to be bitchy it was an accident." 

Her stare was making me boil with anger. After everything that had happened this day, after the disappointment, after that little blonde making me feel small and weak and bettering me in that stand off even after I had beaten her, I wanted to lash out, I wanted a real fight. I looked around. 

The blood rushed to my face as I returned her gaze measuring her up as well thinking "A year or two younger than me, better built, taller, no extra flesh except on those oversized breasts. She fits into that white string bikini much better then I could; a real boy magnet and doesn't she just know it. Just the sort of slut I want to get my claws into. Just step out of line one more time girl and I will show you who is queen bitch." Still, I tried to put the fight out of my mind and be polite and spoke softly. "Well hey I m not bitchy. I just asked you to be more careful." She glared at me, a sneer flashing across her face. My voice started losing whatever calm it still had. "Why are you glaring at me like it's my fault? It was yours - you weren't looking where you were going" I couldn't help adding a mutter under my breath "stupid rude slut..." 

"I heard that. I heard what you said. You called me a slut you damn fat whore!" 

"Don't call me names" I spat. I could tell that she was just spoiling for a fight with her hands on her hips and her eyes glaring at me, saying nothing. "Don't call me names" I repeated my patience nearly spent. "First of all" I jabbed my finger at her, "it is your fault. It is you who walked into me. And second," my finger darting at her again "you called me a bitch before I could say anything. You have a real problem." 

"I did not! I just said you were bitchy but I'll say it now: you are a bitch! What's more you look like a drunk whore from some wet t-shirt competition that lost in the first round. Look at those nipples poking out, you getting hot for something aren't you bitch?" 

My cheeks flushed a deeper red. I glanced down to see she was right - my breasts were making my t-shirt jiggle. I sneered back at her. She needed to be put in her place and I was relishing the thought of being the one to do put her there. I spoke, quiet, slow, and menacing. "Stuff you, wake up to yourself you stupid girl and get out of my way or I'll move you out of my way." Any shred of courtesy long-gone, I stepped forward looking right in her face, confident she would back down. 

She stood her ground till we were almost tit-to-tit glaring at each other. "Go ahead and try." 

"She's called my bluff I can't just ignore this," I thought to myself. I glanced around; our argument had attracted attention there was a small crowd, mainly young guys. "If I back off they'll think I'm a wimp. Any way I know I can beat this slut." Then, making my mind up, if in truth I had not made it up when she first bumped me, I pushed forward my hands on her shoulders and my voice cold. "Now kindly fuck off."

"No way!" She grabbed hold of my shoulders and pushed back. 

I pushed her again, putting my whole body weight into it, glad at times like these of the extra pounds, forcing her back a couple of steps. I smiled. The blonde growled, she looked pissed that I had forced her back. So she kneed me aiming for my groin. I dropped back a foot or so but her knee hit my thigh hard. 

"Who's smiling now?" she mocked. 

"Fuck you slut", I staggered back. Resolving to teach her a lesson she would never forget, I closed on her, spat in her face and then slapped it repeatedly while pushing my body against hers. 

"Ow!" she cried. She seemed surprised that oh so pretty face was getting slapped, I was sure she'd never had anyone stand up to her before. She wrapped her arms around me and reached down to seize my bikini bottom tugging it hard giving me a nasty wedgie. I knew she wanted to buy time but was sure she wouldn't get far- I wouldn't let her. 

"Damn you bitch" I renewed my push trying to get her off balance, to push her right down on the sand. Putting my weight behind it, I reached behind her back and dug my nails into her skin; raking and feeling it split open. I smirked and spat in her face again just as she opened her mouth. I chuckled as a glob of spit landed on her tongue.I was enjoying myself now. It felt so good. All my fury, all my pent up anger was finally going. And I was sure I would smash this bitch. I could just see her lying on her back whimpering. And even more, I could see how my win would make Julia so hot, so subbie. Just like it had before. And then there were the guys. "Oh yes", I whispered, "bring it on." The blonde screamed, pushed back at my chest and grabbed my tits through my thin wet shirt squeezing on them digging her finger into my flesh. 

"It will take more than that you squealing blonde," I sneered. More determined yet, I pushed again hooking one leg behind hers and shoved my body at her with all my strength. She staggered back a pace or so. Her fingers dug in: "Fuck that hurt but I'm going to get this slut in front of me down and begging for mercy" I thought as I clawed at her back digging my nails in harder as she twisted my tits savagely ripping my shirt open. Pushing my head below her face I brought it up sharply against her chin, head butting her. 

"Wham bam that's right bitch you're sprawled on your back on the sand, just where a blonde belongs. You tore my shirt from top to bottom, bloody useless now. I'll get you for that" I sneered. My tits bounced freely as my ruined shirt hung open. Avoiding her attempts to kick out at my legs, I jumped in to straddle her, my knees on either side of her torso, slapping her face with my palms, watching her head being rocked back and forth. "I'm going to smash you, you little whore." 

She balled her fists and swung hard at my face, raining blows so hard and so fast she pushed me away. I rolled on the sand and got up hurriedly reaching my feet a second or so after the blonde who moved in quick, lashing with her fists at my face again. "I going to beat you back yet you fat bitch" she sneered as I staggered back from her upper cut. I tasted my own blood dribbling from my stinging split lips. 

I circled her thinking "I'm heavier then she is, I was winning when I used my weight, I got to get in close to avoid those full powered extended punches of hers." I circled her again looking for the moment to rush in. The growing crowd stood back giving us room. Suddenly she charged at me, I sidestepped and grappled with her but not before copping another punch on my cheek making me cry out loudly. 

I grabbed at her back. I wanted to crush the air out of her lungs with a bear hug. Instead somehow I tore the strap of her bikini top. I lost my temper altogether and jabbed my nails deep in her back. I felt the skin rupture and sniggered. Her hands clawed at my ass ineffectively, ripping my bikini bottom. I remembered I was not trying to inflict pain but beat her and so focused on squeezing her, on crushing out the air. I hung on even though I knew my bikini bottom was sliding down. I knew I had it won, I just knew it as I told myself "She's desperate, I got it won, just hold on a bit more and she will give in." 

She bit my neck and shoulders, her teeth clung then as she jerked her head came away with a piece of flesh. 

I howled. "Fuck! Oh arrh!" I released my grasp a bit; just enough for her to force me back and step free. Her bikini top and my bikini bottom slid to the sand as she stepped back. She swung a punch at my belly following it quickly with two more. Each landed hard in my soft fat belly, doubling me up: "Oh shit! I can't take it, got to get back, a few more of those will do me." I staggered back and stood my ground breathing hard. I saw the blonde doing the same her big breasts heaving. I knew it- "she's turned on just look at her nipples jutting out." I rubbed mine finding they too were out proudly. 

"Look at the udders on that big brunette, she had the fight almost won 'til the blonde bit her. She'll cream the blonde yet. God I'd like to fuck her when she has." I glanced at the speaker, a stocky, solid thickset man average height, probably my age. He looked muscular. I thought he might be fun, he might just get his wish after I destroyed this slut. I winked at him. He winked back.

. 

"Nah, she's too fat, she's tiring, my moneys on the blonde." replied the guy standing next to the first speaker. She's in better condition. She's one hot slut" 

"Don't think so, but you're right about one thing they are both hot sluts." 

"What about a gangbang when it's all over?" 

"The brunette would, look at her, butt naked" As he said this the stocky guy looked straight at me and smiled. "He might be right" I thought. My body shivered hotly. The idea of three or four guys pleasuring me after I had beaten this blonde bitch really turned me on. I remembered back a few months to that night in the gym after I had trashed that slut Sandy then. That had been so hot. Three guys and me. "Oh fuck yes! He is right damn straight he is!" I could hardly wait. I winked at him again. Just to make sure he got the message, I stroked my tits again.

I glanced around the crowd and saw Julia. She had hooked up with the same guy who had asked her for her phone number. He had his arm round her shoulder; hers was round his waist. She waved with her free hand. I couldn't help thinking yet again how unfair it was. "Here was I, I'd met a hot guy who turns out to be a wimp. And now, I am sweaty, bleeding heavily from the bite on my shoulder, hurting all over, flushed and panting for air as I fought this blonde bitch. And there is Julia smiling from the sidelines, with a guy in tow." I spat at the ground. I turned back to face my enemy. 

I rushed forward, seizing her right arm in both my hands and ran round in a circle forcing her to follow me,turning her. I ran faster, gasping for breath but determined to move on again. Then I let her go. Unprepared for this the blonde staggered and almost fell to the ground. I charged at her, throwing my arms round her thighs, slamming my body into her, tackling her. As we sprawled to the ground in a tangle I let go of her thighs. I landed a few punches, one of them hard enough to send blood splashing from her mouth before the blonde punched me a few times. She squirmed out from underneath me and got to her feet. 

I cursed the bitch to hell and back; "Damn, I thought I had her then. The bitch is much fitter then I am. I gotta win soon or I am done". Getting up myself I feinted a punch to her left before hurling myself to her right, my fingers bent like claws. The blonde pivoted on her left foot, sidestepping my charge and kneed me agonisingly hard in the belly. She hadn't been fooled. She was so much tougher then I thought she would be when I sized her up before the fight. 

Doubled over with the pain, my hands clutching my belly, I stumbled a few paces. She grabbed one of my legs and twisted it throwing me on my back to the sand. I just managed to ward off her follow up attack with my feet, rolled and stood. 

Again we stood, each trying to catch our breath, each waiting for the other's move. Again I glanced around. There was Julia, she smiled waved and gave me the thumbs up. She really was trying to encourage me. And I was so exhausted I needed all the encouragement I could get. There was the guy who wanted to fuck me. He flashed a grin, but he looked anxious too as if he was worried about the outcome. "Fuck" I thought "so am I" I glared at my enemy. 

"Worn out are you? You ought to lose some weight", the blonde taunted me "when I've finished you off you can go to a gym" 

Using the tactic that had worked before, I pushed forward but a little more slowly this time. I was tiring badly. I was starting to pant for breath. I felt the sweat roll off me. I grabbed her arm and swung her around, then charged. She met my charge with her shoulder. We both crashed to the sand in a heap. I pushed my way to the top straddling her and once more I slapped and punched her round the face, every so often yanking her hair. "You slut you're done for! Now you gonna give in?" 

I reached trying to seize her arms but she kept them out of my grasp. My tits and belly heaved as I gasped for air. "Go on bitch! You're done for! Give in now!" 

"Ohhhh " the blonde slut whined "Uh OW!" I knew from her face she heard me. "No way bitch are you going to win" she spat at me. She swung her fist hard in my face, so hard it knocked me off balance and I almost lost my place on top of her. Blood spurted from my nose again. Pressing her advantage she swung at me time and again till I staggered and slipped off her, crashing to the sand. 

I groaned "Fuck I'm tired, I don't know how much longer I can fight her". Slowly I rolled away and began to rise. She was faster she might have wavered but she was on her feet and before I got to mine she raised her knee under my chin. The blow sent me sprawling on the sand. I groaned. I tried to get up but the blonde stomped on my belly, pumping some air from my lungs. I shrieked. She straddled me. I clawed at her tits. She roared and hissed then tore at my own tits "Ok slut" she bounced her ass up and down on my belly, each bounce squeezing more air out of my lungs. 

"Arrgh fuck you" I panted. My eyes watered, I felt tears roll down my cheek "fuck you, you are not going to win" I gasped and grunted for breath as she kept bouncing on my belly her hands working my tits. I let go of hers and tried to push her hands away. 

She smiled as my effort failed. I slashed out desperately with a punch to her face as I heard a male voice egging that bitch on: "The fat whore started this! Go on blonde finish the whore off!" 

She rained down punches on my face while still bouncing on my belly. I swung another punch but it went wild, I choked and coughed up blood from my swollen mouth and nose. "Fuck you bitch fuck you arrgh arrgh fuck" I bucked my legs pushing into the sand trying to push her off. I gasped for air. My legs flailed in the sand unable to get enough purchase. She bounced on me again. She swung more punches on me. "No no no ok no more I cant take it stop it please oh no more please". Tears ran down my cheek at the shame and humiliation. 

The blonde twisted my tits, pulled me up by my shoulders, slammed me into the sand and took a final bounce on my belly. "Sorry slut. You just don't have what it takes." 

She stood up. The crowd cheered. 

I lay there whimpering as I realised I had lost big time, I was naked, battered, and surrounded by this crowd of men. I wondered what would happen next. "It was so unfair. I had the bitch until she bit me. I knew I would have won had she fought cleanly. But her bite had done for me. And I knew she had set me up. I was sure that she had walked into me on purpose. Those sort of things just dot happen unless you mean them to. I ought to know, I've set other girls up like that before. But this bitch had managed to convince some peeps that I had started it. Damn blonde boy magnet, she has it so easy. She's so hot and sexy the guys would almost all cheer for her even if she did start it. And I could say goodbye to that stocky guy. He wouldn't be interested in me now that I lost. No one likes losers." 

I peeked up and saw Julia away in the crowd. "Oh shit. I had forgotten she was here. What will she think now that I have lost? And today was going to be the day I made her my sub properly. Now what? One thing worse then a loser and that's a wannabe domme loser." I started to cry again. 

I don't know how long I lay there, with these thoughts running through my head - not long I suppose but it seemed an eternity as the blonde bitch did some sort of triumphant dance and jeered at me. I just lay still, too scared to move: what would she do to me if I did move? I hoped she would go away, that she would let me slink off somewhere quiet to lick my wounds 

Then my body trembled as she spoke "Part your legs you snivelling slut, show just how much of a whore you are to all these people here." She turned again to the crowd "You might remember when the slut was stupid enough to think she had a chance to beat me, some other people thought the same." She looked down and sneered at me. 

I mumbled "I would have beaten you bitch if you hadn't bitten me. And the crowd knows it." 

She glared at me "Did you say something you fat loser whore? Are you still mouthy? Haven't you learned your lesson yet?" She raised her leg as if to stamp on my belly again. 

"No, no I didn't say anything." I was terrified. She had beaten me so badly. I didn't want to suffer any more. And again I thought, "How pathetic, how shitty I am. So much for the big bullying bitch." 

"Well as I was saying, there was a break in the fight and some guy said he'd like to fuck the brunette and someone else said that she'd be in a gangbang. I'm sure lots of you saw howl this dumb slut took her eyes off the fight for a moment. But did you see the light in her eyes? Tell them slut! Tell them you were turned on by that, that you would like a gangbang." 

"Fuck you blondie" I thought to myself "You were stroking your tits, you were as turned on as I was .The difference is you cheated." I looked round, there was that stocky bloke. I thought again of the night at the gym, in the spa sipping champagne the guys had bought me after I beat Sandy Brighton. "It was so unfair, if you hadn't bitten my you slut, I would have been doing something like that again. Whore!"




Beach Bitch Brawl



I bit my tongue to keep from speaking as she went on "Oh, I know you were thinking of a victory fuck but it didn't come off, did it. Your cunt's wet, isn't it you stupid bitch?" she paused and then stomped on my belly. 

I bellowed with pain. 

"Part your legs and answer me slut, tell them your pussy's wet." 

I spread my legs wide. "Yes it is" I answered for I could feel it still trickling juice. In spite of losing, in spite of the blonde humiliating me, in spite of the pain, I was still horny. I needed a fuck so bad. But there was no chance of that now. Who would want to fuck me, a fat loser slut? 

"Smile slut," my tormenter spoke again and I looked up, "Smile for the camera and don't move a muscle." She took several pictures with a digital camera, close ups of my face, of my mauled tits and even one of what I was sure would be my wet bush, midrange pictures showing my body stretched out on the sand and a distance one of the beach, some sort of location shot. 

"Here you" she spoke to someone in the crowd "when I say now I want you to take a picture. Make sure you get both the whore and me in the pic. I want everyone to know who she is" She stomped on my belly again. "Now" she said as I shrieked in pain again. "This will be on the web tonight, whore" she cackled. 

"This is the end, nothing can get worse from here" I thought. "I've lost it all, my reputation as a tough bitch, and that means I'll lose my part time debt collecting job. So I've lost money. No guy will want me. I'm too fat. All I had that attracted them was being queen bitch. And I've lost my girls too none of them will want me - loser." 

But she had not finished yet. "I want four guys to help me" she addressed the crowd again and selected her volunteers. "Each of you grab an arm or a leg and lift her up" I couldn't believe it when I saw one of the four was the guy I had winked at before, the guy who said he wanted to fuck me. I couldn't believe how low I had gone. But it was true. Eager hands grabbed me and I felt myself hoisted up off the sand. "Throw her in the surf. Pick her up again and throw her back in a few times. She needs cleaning up; she is so filthy with sand and dried blood and muck on her". 

Laughing, the men did so hoisting me high when they got to the water and I was dumped in the surf when they were standing about chest high in it. The water stung each of my cuts and gashes. I kicked and thrashed around in the water for a moment or two, hot pain stabbing at my wounds. Their hands grabbed me again and hurled me back in twice more before the blonde spoke again. 

"Right lift her up, carry her up to the tables near the car park and lie her there with her fat butt in the air. Carry her face down. I want everyone to see that fat gut and those big tits flopping." 

Oh no what is she going to do next I wondered as I pleaded with her " "No. Please no more..." 

"Take it slut" she hissed. "I know you, I know you've done all this and worse to other women. Its just that today you met a better woman. " I had to admit she was right, I had humiliated other women before. She grabbed my hair, pulling my head up "Look around. You look at all these people. This is a day you won't forget ever!" 

It took a few minutes for them to carry me there and I guess there must have been 200 people who saw me, naked, my body spread-eagled as they carried me. We got there at last and I thought it was over, that she couldn't do much more now... how wrong I was."Ouch" I screamed as the blonde spanked me with a sneaker. 

"Count and say thank you each time slut or you'll be worse off then you are now!" 

"One, thank you, ouch, two thank you, oh shit ouch three thank you." As I counted, knowing that if I didn't worse would happen, I thought "Oh shit this can't be happening, I am getting wet, this is turning me on." She slapped again. I couldn't help squealing in pain. "Oh, ah oh hell no it hurts so, four thank you". I bit my tongue to stop squealing again- I needed to show I wasn't weak as I mumbled "I'm queen bitch, always have been since school, used to get my jollies from punishing pretty little blonde pieces like this one and now I'm leaking like a tap." But then she hit me so much harder. I squealed again "five fuck it, thank you" 

"Listen to her, what a weak slut she is" the blonde cackled 

I bit my tongue again thinking "she's laying into me and I am so hot, so bloody needy" then said as she hit me again ""six thank you"." It hurt so much, I was humiliated but couldn't help crying again. The torture went on and on till the fifteenth slap. 

She spoke again "So the fat whore is blubbering again, just a couple more things before I go, stand up and walk" I hurried to do so. She grabbed my ear and marched me over to one of those big scales -the kind you put a quarter in and weigh yourself. 

"Stand on it bitch" she dropped a coin in "Tell them how much you weigh" 

"151 lbs." 

"Get off you tub of lard" she stood on and dropped another coin in "Tell them how much I weigh." 

"110 lbs." 

She stepped right up to my face; I flinched and stepped back. 

"You and you" she said, pointing at two men in the crowd "hold her still, kick her legs apart" Two men seized me holding me by my shoulders, each had one leg hooked round one of mine. 

And then she shoved a finger in my pussy. 

I couldn't help moaning. She smiled. She slid a second in and her thumb rubbed my clit. I moaned louder: "This is a nightmare! She's gonna make me cum here and now in front of all these guys!" She slid a third in. My head lolled back I moaned so loudly I was sure I'd be heard in the next county. Her fingers sawed back and forth till I was on the verge of orgasm. She stopped and turned to the men. 

"The slut's all wet and wanton, she'd do anything for a fuck now." 

"Damnit bitch you know that" I muttered under my breath. 

"Its up to you guys if you have $300 between you you're willing to give me for the pleasure of gangbanging this slut then she's all yours. Otherwise ...well you can go stuff your cunt yourself bitch." 

I looked around dumbfounded: "The bitch is serious, she's going to whore me out... oh fuck that just makes me even hornier" I thought. 

She started collecting money and counting. "Thank you gentlemen, I'm sure you'll get your moneys worth. Bye now." She stepped close to me "So long Bitch" 

I looked round helplessly at a wolf pack of guys, there must have been a dozen there. As one of them stepped forward towards me the two holding me, puled me so my back was pressed against their bodies. I felt their hard cocks against my ass. The man in front bent and licked my left tit; I would have collapsed to the ground but for the men holding me. I moaned, I just couldn't stop myself. Another guy came up and licked my right tit then sucked on it. "Stuff I thought that would hurt but oh, oh all I want is a fuck they could fuck me right here and now next to the car park with all these people around." I was so ashamed of myself but so turned on. 

One of the men in front stroked my pussy, my body shook, I moaned again and then I slipped my hands down the shorts of the men in front and stroked each of their members. 

Someone said "Not here lets take the bitch to the sandhills". 

The men in front each grabbed one of my ankles and I was hoisted up and carried maybe half a mile. I had been to these sandhills often; it was just the place for a quiet fuck so long as there weren't too many others with the same idea. But I'd never been here like this. The men laid me down on this lump of sand so my head hung over the side. Some guy- I had no idea who; I couldn't see his face the way my head was - pushed my legs apart and began fingering my pussy, just outside my lips, his finger just gently running up and down and said "Wait on guys, watch this." 

"This is torture, oh hell, I want a fuck" I muttered knowing how slutty I was. I spread my legs more and more and I pushed my hips up toward his fingers trying to get him to slide them in. But he didn't. Instead, he slid them lower, lower until he ran the tip of one of his wet fingers over my asshole. He so very gently stoked it, just a second or two before running his fingers back and with just the tip of one finger, parted my lips. Moving up and down, making my lips quiver, he slowly spread my juices. By this point, I was beside myself squirming twisting and moaning, begging for a fuck. 

Someone knelt near me and began to lick my nipple. I reached and found his cock and began stroking it hard. Someone came to lick the other nipple and again I found his cock to stroke. "Look at her" my tormenter said. "Ever seen such a whore? The fat bitch can't wait for a gang bang!" I flushed but it was true. I did want a gangbang. Shit! I had wanted one when that stocky guy first mentioned it. He knew that then. So did the blonde bitch. But it wasn't this I wanted. I wanted a few guys pleasuring me, licking me out, playing with my tits, and I'd give them a blowjob or let them fuck me gently. Like that other night months ago. But not this way. Not a dozen or so. Not being just an object. But it was still true. I did want a gangbang. So true I couldn't stop myself. I kept on bucking, trying to get a finger inside me and then it happened. 

I bucked and twisted more trying to get him to finger fuck me but the finger disappeared altogether for a moment. I groaned in frustration. So close and then nothing! Then I felt a hard shaft outside my pussy and bucked up and down impatient to have it in me." Thank oh thanks he's doing it! He is finally fucking me." 

But then I howled as he slammed his shaft in hard, fast, savagely. "Shut up slut." 

A fourth man now came up kneeling near my face and I opened my mouth wide for him. It hurt sucking a cock because my lips were so bloody sore but he was gentle and just let me lick his head not trying to force it in. It was only a few moments before one of the cocks I held spurted cum on my tummy and I let go as he pulled back. A third guy stroking my nipples almost immediately replaced him and I pumped him too. The guy I was sucking must have been primed because within a minute he pulled back and he too spurted cum, this time all over my hair. About the same time the second man at my nipple erupted spraying his jism all over my shoulders. Another guy came up to my mouth. He wasn't nearly so gentle. I wasn't ready; I was trying to catch my breath. He pinched my nose till I had to open my mouth then he forced his way inside, my broken lips stung from the way he fucked my mouth. "Oh shit I'm being fucked senseless by this gang and they paid the blonde to do me." 

I couldn't help myself; my body was bucking furiously. From what seemed a long way off I heard some guy call out 

"Don't come in the slut, come on her! Paint her with cum! Show the world what a filthy whore she is."

I trembled even more at that knowing that already my body would be beaded with the pale yellow semen of half a dozen men and realising that there would be a lot more. As if to prove the point the man in my pussy pulled out and shot his sperm over my thighs just as the man I was stroking came over my tits followed a few seconds later by the guy in my mouth who gave me a facial. 

I wailed -- no one was touching me- I needed to cum so badly I couldn't help myself I began fingering myself. It didn't take long though. Again from what seemed miles away I heard a different guy say excitedly "This skank is so turned on. Look at her work that snatch." 

Someone else replied "God, look at that whore, she loves this IF only I had a video, what a porn clip this would make!" 

My body shook as I came. I returned to earth with someone pushing at me and slapping the side of my butt. My heart sank. I knew what they were saying was true. I was no more then a fat porn whore. And there was more to come. I knew just how much worse it was when I heard a guy laugh " A video, oh man, you are so 90's I have her on my phone cam. I'll download it later. It is a great clip, I wonder how much I'd get for it." 

To think that this, this horror, this disgusting perverted scene was on camera. And to think that it would show the truth- that I was loving it. What a state I had come to. 

"Roll over bitch I want to do you doggy style" I groaned then shrieked in pain as the man yanked my hair hauling me back up on my knees before pushing me down on my hands as well. 

"Shut your face whore " he said. 

"Nah I'll shut it for you" laughed another man as he stepped forward shoving his member in my face. I knew what he wanted. What was the point of resisting I was going to suck him anyway in the end! So they double-teamed me. I was pushed back and forth by their thrusts. The man I was blowing played with my oh so sore and oh so sensitive nipples while the man behind stroked my engorged clit. I was moaning and bucking as they took me and shrieked again this time in ecstasy as the men pulled out almost together splashing yet more semen on me. 

"I think the slut likes blowjobs. How about you give us all one?" 

"All twelve of you?" My voice quivered as I said it, my mind thought "Holy fucking Christ, twelve guys? My God, my mouth will be so sore, my belly full of cum!" 

"Of course, after all we paid for you, whore." He spanked my ass, making me squeal. Laughing, a cold calculating laugh he yanked my hair, forcing me to sit upright. 

Shuddering, I opened my mouth as the first rammed his big hard cock in. I was awash in conflicting emotions. I felt so humiliated at what the blonde had forced me to do, no, what she had forced me to become. A whore! And then there was the fear of how far all these guys would go, of what they would do. I mean, would they hurt me? But also the fear for my reputation. Through it all, though, I felt desire, need lust. I was so fucking turned on. 

My lips closed on the guy's cock and I started sucking him. My mouth pumped his cock. I heard him moan and felt him grab my head. He started pounding into me, using my mouth as he would my pussy. I started cuming. 

And so it went on till every man had cum on me - some I am sure twice. Some drifted away as they finished. Others stayed looking on and jeering until the last man ended. By that time there were about four men still around. I was coated in sticky cum, sore from the fight and from the guys. My pussy and mouth ached; my tits were on fire. 

One of the four bent down. "So long slut! You were a good fuck! I've had better though!" 

And to make my humiliation complete the stocky guy who I had winked at spoke. "This wasn't your first gangbang was it? I knew you were a slut. You put out so well. No, you've been done before! And I'm sure you will be again."

They laughed and the four walked off. I looked at the stocky guy as he left. " Somehow he knew! He knew I had been in a gang bang. But I hadn't been like this. No this wasn't like the spa.. That time I had been in control, that time the guys had done what I wanted, they had pleasured me. Not like today when I had been just a fuck toy" I was still panting. I had never cum so hard and so much before. As I lay there, sandy cum drying everywhere on my body, it slowly dawned on me I was naked and covered in cum. And my clothes were a half-mile away! "Fuck! How am I going to get there without being seen?" 

My heart pounding, I rolled over and scanned the beach. People. In the end I just waited till dusk and got back when there were few people around and it was gloomy so the few there didn't see me. 

The bitch was right. This was a day I would never forget. But my god if I ever saw her I was going to destroy her...



Beach Blanket Bingo!



Note: 1) Please remember that unprotected sex can be very dangerous. Only engage in it without protection if you know and trust your lover or if you like things like Russian Roulette. Remember this is a work of fantasy, not reality.

2) This story involves graphic sex between men. If this kind of thing offends you, you're in the wrong place to begin with.

3) There is a hint of straight and lesbian sex but it's minor. Trust me.

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God, the pain was excruciating! I thought I was being torn apart. I have never experienced anything like the burning, tearing sensation I felt.

Finally the pain ebbed and I fell back, my body limp with relief.

But, let me start at the beginning...

For my graduation present, my parents had rented a beach house for the summer. And they weren't going to be there after the first week, except for weekends! Party Central as far as I was concerned.

In truth, they rented it for the whole family but they would only be there for a few days at a time. I managed to get a part-time job on the boardwalk so I'd be staying there the whole time.

Only one small problem. They told me two months before and the last weeks of high school were crawling along so slowly. Even the senior prom went on forever. But that was compounded by the fact that my long-time girlfriend, Brooke, broke up with me.

I wasn't too devastated. I was surprised since our sex was great. But she wanted more and I wasn't ready to give that to her. I really didn't want to deal with the whole commitment issue. 

This from a guy who dated the same girl for over a year and a half...

Anyway, the big day finally came. I got up slowly, feeling the effects of the graduation party at my buddy's house the night before. Once I realized what day it was, I managed to get out of bed, showered and dressed without too much trouble.

Saying goodbye to the folks and my annoying younger brother, I headed to the shore. I was getting there a few days early to be available at the t-shirt shop and to air the house out. Of course, I was going to have some fun too.

In the trunk of my old beater was my tote bad with the clothes I figured I'd need, a case of beer Dad bought (he figured at 18 I was old enough to be careful), a bottle of Jack Daniels my buddy gave me for graduation (I gave him some killer pot), and, hidden in my clothes, about a quarter ounce of some harsh but good homegrown weed (the same stuff I gave my buddy).

The house was a small but comfortable, weathered clapboard affair north of the town center. There were two bedrooms, a single bathroom, a kitchen, and a living/dining room. It was across a two-lane road from the beach and about a mile from the northern end of the boardwalk. There was a vacant lot to the south and behind and an unoccupied house a quarter of a mile north. Plenty of privacy for the most part.

It was a bit musty but clean. I opened windows and stood to listen to the surf. That was a wonderful noise to hear as you lay in bed at night.

After unpacking and stashing my stuff in one of the bedrooms (that I'd have to share with the brat when the family was there), I took a couple of hits of weed and walked over to the beach.

It was a wide strand of sand with a small belt of seaweed showing the high tide mark. There was a lifeguard tower a few hundred yards away. The beach apparently wasn't as isolated as I first thought. There were a dozen people laying out but only one guy foolish enough to try the water. It was still a bit cool and would be for another couple of weeks.

I wandered over by the tower and looked up. The man sitting there was something. He had a finely toned, and tanned body with sun-bleached hair. I couldn't see his eyes behind his mirror shades but overall he looked impressive.

I said hello and he nodded in acknowledgement. I went on down the beach a bit but my thoughts kept returning to the lifeguard. I don't know why. I never paid much attention to guys before, beyond the usual comparisons in the locker room. But this guy was in sharp focus in the front of my mind.

I topped a dune, saw the boardwalk and turned to head back. I ended up going by the tower again but the guy was gone. There was a cute girl there instead. I tried to chat her up but she didn't seem too interested. Her loss, I figured.

The balance of the day was spent stocking the kitchen with money Mom gave me and doing the little bits of cleanup the house needed. I did meet some guys my age downtown and already had an invite to a beach party the next night.

No, I didn't see the lifeguard. 

Not that I was looking.

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The next day I went to the shop, the Shirt Shack. It was a fair-sized place that sold tourist shirts, both pre-printed and specialty designs, and beach stuff along the boardwalk near the center of town. It looked likely to be busy enough to make the time pass quickly. 

Joe and Bill, the owners, were nice enough guys. I'd partied with them the year before and that was kinda how I got the job. The fact that they were gay didn't bother me in the least. And they were devoted to each other and had been since getting together in college ten years before, which I thought was kinda nice.

They didn't need me until the following Monday so I had a few days to party and sun myself. I definitely was going to take advantage of that.

That night, I went to the site where the party was being held. It was easy enough to find since the bonfire was quite bright. It was just beyond the town limits so the cops wouldn't hassle us and actually walking distance from the house.

I saw the guys I met the day before and got a beer. There was a nice crowd there and some pretty girls. I saw my bosses and went over to say hello. We talked for a while and I was introduced to some other kids my age; Lisa, Jen, Phil, Joey, Mandy, and Karl. they became the main group I hung out with that summer.

Mandy and Karl were hot and heavy but the others were uninvolved and we got along great. The girls were pretty hot and I hoped to sample their wares before the end of the season. The guys were the types to attract lots of chicks too. (Not that I needed too much help there but, after a year and a half, I was out of practice.)

Later, I came across Joe. Bill was off watering the bushes. Joe nodded past me and whispered, "Better watch out, man. He's been checking you out."

I glanced back and saw the lifeguard! His eyes were uncovered and staring right at me. I didn't know what to do so I just nodded and headed back to the group I was with.

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The next morning, I woke up when Jen crawled out of bed. She pulled on the bikini she'd been wearing the night before, grabbed her sweatshirt and kissed me on the nose. "See ya 'round stud."

I watched her leave, not a bad vision since she looked a bit like Katie Holmes, then I rolled over and fell asleep again, a big grin on my face.

When I did get up, around noon, I pulled on some trunks and headed for the water. It was still cold but definitely woke me up. After laying in the sun for a while, I noticed my lifeguard was sitting in the tower.

When did I come to think of him as my lifeguard? And why?

A little later, I felt rather than saw someone sit next to me on the sand. I opened my eyes to see the lifeguard smiling at me. I returned the smile as I saw myself reflected in his sunglasses.

"Hey, I'm Cal," he stated as he held out his hand. "I've seen you around here recently. And at the party last night."

"Yeah, I'm just here for the summer. I'm Billy," I replied as I shook his hand.

"So the whole summer at the beach? Kinda sweet."

"Yeah, I got a job at the Shirt Shack and my parents rented this beach house over that way," I gestured over my shoulder.

"The Shack? Cool. Joe and Bill are great guys. I think you'll enjoy working there."

"Me too."

"Hey, there's another party tonight over there." He nodded towards the north near where we were last night. "The beginning of the summer, there's always lots of parties." Cal laughed, "Hell, all summer."

"Cool. I'll be there. Can I bring my friends?"



"Jen and Mandy and the rest? Sure. They probably already know about it anyway. Jen is a real party animal. And a sex fiend, if you get my drift." 

I must've turned red, because he said, "I guess you do. Well, gotta go. I need to head down the beach and check out. See ya tonight."

"Yeah. Thanks, Cal."

I was amazed when I realized I was staring at his speedo-clad ass as he walked away.

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The party that night was much the same at first. Pretty much the same crowd which I'd see most of the summer. Later, there'd be some younger tourists occasionally but the core crowd stayed pretty much the same.

I lost track of Jen but that was okay as we had talked earlier at the Burger Hut (where she worked). We were not a couple or anything, just fuck-buddies if the occasion arose. Which was A-okay with me. I liked her and the sex the night before was great but she was not my ideal woman.

Later I found her interests were more wide-ranging than I thought. Some people started to pair up. Many of them sat further from the fire as they started to make out. Some guys got to third base there on the beach. (Later in the summer, I would see guys and gals going all the way off in the shadows.)

By this time I was nicely buzzed from some excellent pot someone had brought. I wasn't wasted but I was feeling very good. And I was thoroughly enjoying the party and watching some of the people make out. But I had to remind myself not to stare like a horny loon.

What really caught my eye was Jen sitting, in full view of everyone, kissing the lifeguard who blew me off the other day. I was a bit surprised, and enthralled, and it must have showed. 

Cal came up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder, "Didn't expect that, huh?"

"Not really..."

"Yeah, Jen is a nice girl but she likes variety. And Cathy likes brunettes... What about you? You prefer blondes, brunettes, redheads?"

"I'm not picky. I like 'em all."

Cal's hand slid off my shoulder but rested on my back near my waist. I didn't pull away - to be honest, it felt kind of good there. After several long seconds, it fell away, brushing my ass on the way down.

"Same-sex couples obviously don't bother you either."

"Nah. If that's what it takes to make you happy, go for it."

"Wanna take a walk along the beach?"

I froze for a second. That was the line I used that brought that cute little nympho to my bed. The weed was making me needlessly paranoid - one of the few drawbacks to pot, that and munchies. I mentally shrugged, what the hell? It wasn't like I couldn't take care of myself. And Cal, even if he was interested, didn't seem like the type to force himself on anyone.

Happily I was right.

We strolled along not saying much. The surf was rolling in on our right. After a few hundred yards, Cal stopped at the site of an old beach party. He sat on a log that had been used as a bench near the old firepit. I sat next to him.

"Billy, I want to be honest with you. I'm gay. I like guys. A lot. And I like you." He glanced at me, I could just make out his features in the dim moonlight. "I think you might like me too."

I sat there quietly. I had no idea what to say. I could deny it but I know I had been looking at him an awful lot. And he was quite handsome. But I had never thought about another guy that way. 

Until this week.

Cal leaned close, whispering, "We won't do anything you don't want to..."

Then his lips closed with mine. I sat wide-eyed as I felt his warm, soft lips pressing against mine. After a few seconds, I felt his tongue lick my lips. They fell open and Cal's tongue snaked into my mouth. My tongue met it and I felt a shock of pleasure rush through me. And the buzz was telling me this was very much alright.

So was my body as my trunks were suddenly very tight.

Cal's hand slid into my hair, holding my head gently as we kissed. My hands were lying idle in my lap, covering my growing erection. The feel of his tongue dancing with mine was incredible. When he retreated, my tongue followed as if by instinct and now I was kissing another guy.

It was one of the best kisses of my life. Our tongues moved back and forth, alternately caressing each other and teasing each other. Cal's free hand slid along my chest and under my shirt to play with my nipples.

My hands moved up and cupped his face as I enjoyed my first French kiss with another man. One hand slid back into his soft hair to hold his head as he was holding mine. 

Our kiss seemed to go on forever but when Cal finally pulled away and looked at me, it was far too short. 

"Listen, I'm guessing this is your first time doing anything with another man. Am I right?" I nodded with an embarrassed smile. "Okay. I hope you enjoyed that. I think you did." Again I nodded. "I want to do more with you but I need to know that you are ready."

"I...I'm not sure..." I wasn't lying either. I really enjoyed kissing Cal and I could feel my dick was rock hard and probably drooling but...gay sex? That was a big step for a straight guy.

"I understand," Cal said in a voice tinged with sadness and disappointment. 

He started to stand but I touched his arm and said, "I never said no. I just don't know when...or if I'll be ready for...this."

I pulled his face to mine and this time I started the kiss. And, again, the feel of his soft yet strong tongue and the taste of him was incredible.

We sat there for quite a while kissing and making small talk when we had to catch our breath. And I have to give Cal credit, he didn't try to do anything more than kiss me.

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The next morning, I woke up in my bed, alone, and smiled. Kissing was fun. Then realization crashed down on me as I remembered I had been kissing another guy.

That day, I skipped the beach. I actually went into work a day early just to avoid seeing Cal. Stupid, I know but I was only 18 and it was all too new. And there was still all the crap in my head that I'd heard growing up about fags and queers and cocksuckers.

Joe sensed something was wrong. And not just because I was there the day before I was supposed to be. He asked me if there was a problem and I said no. He patted my shoulder and told me that if I ever needed to talk, he would be there for me.

So I started my first day at the Shirt Shack. 

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It was unavoidable in a town of that size and so I did see Cal again. But, fortunately for me since I wasn' t ready to deal with it yet, he didn't see me.

The next weekend my family came in. They were going to be there for 10 days so my party days were over for a while.

I was happy to see them, even the little brat. I actually took them out to dinner their first night and paid for dinner. And I took them to one of the nicer seafood restaurants in town. 

Mandy was our waitress and Karl was behind the bar in the attached lounge. Later, Mom and Dad met the rest of my 'crew' including Jen.

What killed me (but I managed not to laugh) was how Jen was eying my mother. Now, my parents aren't that old, Dad's forty-two and Mom's thirty-eight. Both are in great shape and, if they weren't my parents, I'd have to acknowledge that they are still fairly attractive.

But the thought of Mom even kissing another girl, especially one half her age, much less doing anything more...well, it was nuts as far as I was concerned.

The brat was eying Jen but she treated him like the kid he was, but in a nice way.

The week passed calmly enough. I only wanted to kill my brother twice. And Mom and Dad were both impressed by my work ethic. They even liked the shop and my bosses.

Later Mom said, "I think those boys are gay." She always had an eye for the obvious! 

When they left, I felt lonely for the rest of the day. I headed into the shop and started silk-screening a special order in the back just to take my mind off the suddenly large and empty beach house. 

Cal came in while I was working. Instead of the day-glo orange lifeguard garb, he was wearing a dago-t and cutoffs. He looked good too. Several girls and some guys were giving him the eye.

He waved and I headed up to the front. Figured I had to get this over with sooner or later. What I hadn't expected as the feelings I had when I got near him. My heart sped up, and not from nervousness because I'd been avoiding him, my palms were getting sweaty and my dick started to harden. (Fortunately I was wearing baggy Bermudas and no one could see.)

"Hey Billy! How're you doing? Haven't seen you at the beach much this week," he said casually. Maybe too casually?

"Well, uh, my family was in town and...I was, well, entertaining them."

"Yeah, I saw them on the beach one day. I could tell they were your family. You favor your dad except for the eyes. And your brother looks just like a younger you."

"Ah, he's a creep."

"Yeah, well they were all nice to me. I like them. You come from good people."

"Listen, Cal... I...I have to tell you..." I looked around and saw some girls near one of the racks so I pulled him back towards the imaging equipment we used. Out of earshot for most people, I continued, "I'm a little... I'm a lot nervous about what happened. I was buzzed and...I guess I wanted to then but..."

Cal smiled, "Billy, it's okay. I understand. I'll be honest and tell you I am disappointed - not in you - but I understand."

"No, it's not okay. I'm confused and I'm scared but...I like you and I think I... Listen, can you come by tonight so we can talk?"

Cal's smile grew and he said, "Sure. And trust me, if talking is all you want, that's all you'll get."

"Okay. Great. How about 8?"

"See you then. Now, where are the boys? I need to see Joe or Bill about a special order..."

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Man, I was nervous that evening. I straightened up the living room, which Mom had done before they left, and the kitchen twice. I even thought about the bedroom then caught myself. That way led me to thoughts I wasn't ready to deal with yet.

Finally, it was 8. And no Cal. Suddenly I was nervous. An hour before I would've been relieved but now I was concerned. Just as my paranoia began to take hold, there was a knock at the door. Of course it was Cal.

With a suppressed sigh of relief, I let him in. 

"So, Billy, this is your swinging bachelor's pad? It's pretty nice. Much roomier than my studio downtown."

We sat on the couch after I got us some beers. (Dad was cool about my drinking beer as long as I didn't get out of hand.) I offered him some pot but he politely declined.

"No. Not now. If we're going to really talk, I think we'd better do it with clear heads." I agreed.

Most of the talk was about ourselves and our backgrounds. Cal's wasn't too different than mine except he opted to be a lifeguard rather than go to college full time. I was going full-time in the fall.

He also told me he was out and his family, after a brief nasty argument with his father, were cool about it.

Before much time had passed, I felt a growing friendship with this former stranger. And, looking back, I was feeling something more that I was afraid to acknowledge.

Finally, as the evening wore down, Cal said, "Billy, I'll be totally honest with you. I think you are hot. I'd love to explore your body and let you see just how good I can be. But I also understand that you're not ready for that. And that you may never be ready for that. And that's cool too. 

"I still want to be your friend. If that's okay."

Ignoring the feelings I was finding harder and harder to suppress, I nodded, "That's very okay."




Beach Blanket Bingo!



+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Cal and I began to hang out a lot when we weren't working. It became noticeable to just about everyone. Joey was the only one who came out and asked and I told him we were just friends. He seemed cool about it but I think he was a bit disappointed too.


Mom and Dad came back for a weekend after sending the brat off to a summer camp. Dad was only staying for a few days but Mom was planning on staying most of the week. 

That was fine with me. It might put a crimp in my party life but I did miss them. And I definitely missed Mom's cooking. And my friends came over a lot after hearing how good she was in the kitchen.

One night, shortly after everyone left, she asked me about Cal. "He seems pretty nice. Are you two...?"

"Mom! No! Jeez, what do you think I am?"

"Honey, it's okay. I love you. So does your father. Gay or straight or bi - it doesn't matter to us. And I saw how he was glancing at you. Even if you can't see it, I think he has a crush on you."

"Mom!"



"What? He's nice, friendly, intelligent, and quite good-looking. If you ever did want to try, I think he'd be your best bet."

"Jeez, Mom. Drop it okay?"

"All I'm saying is that we all have some wild oats we'd like to sow. Some take that chance and go for it and others spend the rest of their lives regretting not taking the chance."

"What? You saying you wanna...fool around on Dad?"



"No, honey. I love your father. I'll never sleep with another man. And he knows it. Anyway, we were talking about you."

The conversation shifted shortly after that to more comfortable ground but I never forgot the love and support Mom was offering. It meant, and still means, a hell of a lot.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

All this time, I was having dreams and some involuntary fantasies involving men - specifically Cal.

The turning point came one morning when I found myself consciously jacking off while thinking of Cal. His near naked body on the beach, his wonderful kissing, and how warm he made me feel all the time.

The kiss memories did it and I exploded all over my chest and stomach. It was the biggest self-climax of my life. 

And, as I lay there covered in my own jizz, I made a monumental decision. One I hoped I wouldn't regret.

I quickly cleaned up and headed to the beach before going to the Shirt Shack. I was worried that Cal wouldn't be there and I was worried that he would be.

There atop the lifeguard platform was the man who had become my fascination and fantasy that summer. I walked up and got his attention.

He smiled as he looked down at me, "Hey, Billy. How ya doin'?"

I looked at the miniature images of me in his shades as I stood there before finally saying, "I think I'm ready."

Cal pulled the glasses off and looked directly at me. "You sure?"

I hesitated then nodded, "Yeah. I...I've been thinking about it a lot and..." I know I turned red as I talked. I looked around quickly then said, "I want to...be with you."

Cal beamed at me and said, "How 'bout I meet you at the shop? You get off at 7?" I nodded eagerly to both questions. "Okay, then we can see what's what..."

He climbed down, took my arm and drug me behind the cinderblock restrooms. Away from prying eyes, he caressed my cheek and kissed me. When I felt his tongue slide against mine, I never wanted the kiss to stop.

As we broke, he glanced at my shorts and chuckled. I had a small tent growing there!

"See ya soon, stud," he called.

That afternoon seemed to drag on and on.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was getting close to 7 which was closing time for Sundays and no Cal. I wasn't worried but I was anxious. Part of me was still hoping for no Cal and, thus, nothing else.

Finally, just as I was ringing out the register, he came in with a big smile on his face. He looked hot too. His blonde hair was mussed from the breeze outside and framed his handsome face nicely. A tight t-shirt showed off his torso to admiring eyes and the tight shorts did little to disguise the treasure between his muscled legs.

"Ready?"

"Just about. Lemme get this locked up in back."

Cal came around the counter and hugged me quickly, "I hope you're still ready."

"Y-yes. Uh, I am but..."

"Take it slow?"

"Yeah, can we?"

Cal smiled his assent.

We went to grab a bite to eat at one of the dockside seafood places then he led me down the boardwalk. By this time, it was dusk and the lights were coming up. The moon would be rising soon too.

Cal stopped at one point, told me to wait and dashed towards one of the lifeguard towers. He rooted around the lockbox at the base of the tower and returned with a small tote bag.

"C'mon." 

Reaching the end of the boardwalk, I naturally assumed we'd head for the beach house. Cal had other plans and led me further along the beach to a somewhat secluded area. It was getting pretty dark by this time but I saw the glow on the horizon as the moon prepared for it's appearance.

Opening the tote, Cal took out a bottle and handed it to me along with two plastic glasses. "Hold these a minute, okay?" Then he unfurled a large blanket and spread it on the sand. Taking the bottle back, he set it and the glasses to the side and told me, "Kneel here."

I knelt on the side of the blanket as he indicated. He knelt on the other side and proceeded to open the bottle. It was a very nice port, not at all what was usually drunk by the kids along the beach. Cal poured me a glass and then himself.

"Billy, I want this to be fun and wonderful for you. If, at any time, you don't want to do something, just say so. Okay?"

"Uh, yeah, okay."

"Then how 'bout a toast?" Cal raised his glass and said, "To your first time with a man. I hope it is one of the most wonderful experiences of your life."

We clicked glasses (kinda hard to clink them when they're plastic) and drank. It was sweet but not like the cheap fruity wines I've had. It was full and quite tasty. I knew I could grow to love it.

Cal set his glass aside as did I. As the moon was rising above the water, he peeled off his shirt and his well-defined body shone in the reflected light. I gazed at him as he leaned forward and pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside. He ran his hands lightly down my chest and stomach to my shorts before leaning back. 

He walked on his knees to me and took my face in his hands. The kiss was soft and wet and full of promise for the night to come. I was moaning into his mouth as our lips and tongues fused in passion.

Breaking the kiss, Cal instructed me, "Lay down."

Obeying without hesitation, I lay on my back on the blanket. Cal leaned over and pulled my old deck shoes off then moved up and kissed me again. My hands moved through his hair as we kissed and then as he began to kiss down my neck and across my chest.

When he got to my nipples, he licked and nipped at them hungrily. I had never had anyone touch my nipples and I was loving it. My body shivered as his mouth worked on me. When he finished with one, he moved over to the other. The slight breeze teased the first, wet nipple making it even more erect.

Cal's hand slid down, caressing my stomach and then slipping over the tightness of my shorts. He lightly grasped my hardness and squeezed as he continued to love my nipples. I almost shot off then. 

Opening my shorts, Cal slipped his hand inside and under my jockeys. I felt his fingers brush my cock and shivered again. He spread the precum around as he kissed his way down my torso, pausing to French kiss my belly button.

Reaching my shorts, Cal jerked them off me! I lay there in the moonlight, naked as the day I was born. Cal looked me over from head to foot with a pleased smile on his face.

"You have a great body, Billy. And your cock looks so tasty..."

He leaned over and kissed me again, his tongue thrusting into my mouth passionately. Then he quickly moved down and took me in his mouth.

Oh God! It was heaven! Another man was sucking my dick and he was so good! Better than any girl I had ever been with. His lips and tongue danced over my rock-hard shaft as he cupped my balls in his hand.

Cal worshipped my cock, licking it like an ice cream cone then sucking on it like, well, a sucker. His tongue traced my veins then swabbed thoroughly around the mushroom head. When I felt his tongue slip into my tiny hole, I began to spasm.

My screams of pleasure echoed out over the water and rebounded from the trees behind us. I didn't care who heard us or what they thought of us. I was in ecstasy.

Taking me in his mouth, Cal rode my convulsions as I exploded in his mouth. He didn't lose a drop of my cum either.

Cal was looking at me as I opened my eyes. He had a small smile on his face. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me. When I pushed my tongue into his mouth, I was delighted to taste myself. I had never liked the taste of my own cum before but in Cal's mouth it was salty nectar.

"I guess I don't need to ask if you liked it," he said with a smirk.

I shook my head, "No I didn't like it. I loved it! My God, it was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced! Is it always like that? Always that intense?"

A bit sadly, Cal shook his head, "No. Not always. But, with the right lover, it can be great."

I didn't know what to say. The idea of lovers scared me a bit at that moment. I think I was still figuring this was a one-time only thing between us, or between me and any guy. Little did I suspect what a Pandora's Box of pleasure Cal had opened in me.


He lay on top of me and we kissed some more. I was really getting to love the feel of his mouth. And I already loved how his tongue felt and tasted.

We shared some more wine. Both from glasses and from each other's mouth. It was funny but erotic at the same time. Finally, I decided I had a debt to fulfill.

By this time, we had rolled around and I was above Cal. I looked at Cal, his handsome face lit by the near-full moon. He was one of the most attractive people I had ever seen. And as I looked into his eyes, I was suddenly not as afraid of the idea of gay love as I had been. I kissed him deeply, thrilling to his tongue and the wetness of his mouth.

"I think it's my turn," I said simply after breaking the kiss.

Still I was more than a bit nervous. It was a big step. Hell, it was a huge step! But I was ready. And very eager.

I grasped his hardness and marveled at how it felt: throbbing warmth and a hardness inside the soft skin. I smiled at him and kissed him softly. Then I moved down and stared at his cock.

It was the first I ever saw up close. And definitely the first I'd seen hard (except for my own of course). And it was beautiful. It stood tall and proud above his nest of pubic curls. There was a slight curve to it and the head was larger than the shaft, at least another half inch in circumference at the ridge. His head glistened in the moonlight.

I stuck my tongue out and touched the spongy head, tasting his salty precum. It was a surprise but a very pleasant one. I lightly laved the whole head, licking up as much of his essence as I could. Then I kissed and sucked on his length, running my tongue around the ridge then under it to the harder shaft. 

My tongue trailed down to his hair then back up to the head. Now was the moment of truth...

I swooped down and took as much of Cal in my mouth as I could. I wasn't very good but he groaned loudly and held my head to his crotch. He managed to ask me to be careful with my teeth. Remembering how he felt, I made a conscious effort to try and emulate him.

The sensation of a man's cock in my mouth... The soft skin, the hardness, the spongy head, the heat. It was incredible. I realized I loved the feel of a hard cock in my mouth. 

And the taste of his precum was getting better and better. If his semen tasted this good, I would be very pleased. (I had tasted myself, naturally, and found it okay but salty. His was musky and wonderful.)

Once I learned the basics of pleasuring Cal without hurting him, I began a rhythm of sucking and licking. I also held his balls softly in my hands and played with them. The loose skin began to contract and I felt a change in his pulse through the shaft in my mouth. I knew from personal experience that he was about to come.

Cal managed to pull my face and said, "I'm going to come. You don't have to take it in your mouth..."

Before he could say more, I was back sucking him. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste and swallow his seed. And in seconds, I was given that gift.

Cal's back arced and he erupted with a loud groan and white-hot cum filled my mouth as pulsating jets fired out of his cock. It was delicious! Salty, sweet, tangy, warm. It was nectar of the gods and I was going to take all of it.

Swallowing rapidly, I managed to keep up with him as Cal blasted off shot after shot of cum. Finally, with a big sigh, he lay back spent.

I licked up the droplets that had leaked out of my mouth and heard him whimper as I touched his tender dick. I murmured an apology as I lay alongside of him. Tracing patterns on his chest, I waited until he opened his eyes then smiled at him.

He reached up and laced his fingers through my hair, pulling me to him for a soft, wet kiss. We lay like that for some time as we shared our growing love and lust wordlessly.

Finally, I pulled back and said, "It's getting a bit chilly out here. Let's go to my place."

Cal jumped to his feet, grabbed his clothes and the blanket. I grabbed mine and the half-empty wine bottle. We dashed up the beach and across the road to the house naked as jaybirds. 

I fumbled for the keys on the porch. I was starting to get nervous in case someone came by to see us standing there nude.

The door opened and Cal pushed me inside. Kicking the door closed while he dropped his clothes, he pinned me to the wall and hungrily kissed me. Of course, I returned the passion as I kissed him back.

We stumbled into the master bedroom then on into the attached bathroom. Somehow the shower came on and the water was adjusted so it wasn't too hot or too cold. And somehow we managed to get in together. All without breaking the kiss.

We spent some time washing and caressing each other, sharing little kisses along the way. The washing became pretty thorough but extremely exciting.

Cal knelt at my feet, kissed my slowly recharging penus, and turned me around. He began to lather up my ass and washed deep into my crack. I jumped when I felt a finger enter me. Nothing had been in me since I was three and had an enema (which I do not have fond memories of, by the way).

This was much more interesting than a plastic hose. When a second then a third soapy finger entered me, I was feeling the pressure but also the pleasure.

Cal helped me rinse off then directed me to wash him the same way. I stared at his little puckered hole. It was the first I'd really looked at. With girls, I had little interest in their assholes but rather the other hole. Now I was fascinated. I could swear it even winked at me! 

His ass was so tight around my fingers, I thought one good clench could injure me. And he did clench as he moaned to the probing of my digits.

After rinsing and drying off (both activities were lots of fun), we returned to the bedroom and fell onto the king-sized bed to make out. Our naked bodies rubbed against each other and I felt his hardness alongside my own. We were practically one writhing creation of lust being fused from our mouths down to our crotches and on to our entwined legs.

Cal pulled back and looked at me seriously. "I want you so much but..."

"I'm yours," I said, kissing him as if to prove it.

"What I want to do could hurt. And I don't want to hurt you."

"You want to fuck me, don't you? Take my gay cherry?" Cal nodded. "Well, I want to give it to you. I know you won't hurt me."

Cal kissed me deeply once more than rolled me on my stomach. He kissed my asscheeks, wet, licking kisses. Then he parted my cheeks and began to tongue my anus. It was incredible!

Soon I was writhing on the bed as his tongue entered my ass. What a sensation! It was only the second time my ass had been invaded for sexual purposes but it was so different than Cal's fingering. It was softer, wetter, and more taboo. That made it hotter.

After reaming me with his tongue for several long, exquisite minutes, he slipped his finger into me. After finger-fucking me slowly, he added a second then third finger. I felt the tightness as my sphincter adjusted to the intruder but the pain was negligible.

"I'm ready," I said. "I want you in me. I want your cock in my virgin ass!"

Cal growled hungrily and moved on top of me. He had grabbed some baby oil from the bathroom earlier and I felt him lube me up. There was a pause and I knew he was oiling himself. I wished I'd thought to offer to help him. But there was always next time.

He pushed the bulbous head of his cock against the tightness of my ass. Even loose, I wasn't quite ready for his girth. When he entered, the pain was intense! I was being torn open.

And that's where this story started...

Cal stopped pushing when I felt like three yards of red-hot steel was inside me. In truth, it was only a couple of inches. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice full of concern. I shook my head. I wanted this and I wanted him. I just needed to adjust to the size of my new gay lover.

He waited while I adjusted to him. He's such a patient and giving lover.

The searing pain finally died and I began to feel the fullness of his cock in me. I knew I could get to like this feeling. I looked back at him and nodded, "I...I think I'm ready for more."

He slowly eased more of his cock into my virgin ass and the pain returned but not nearly as intense. And it faded more quickly. 

The feeling of him in my ass was almost indescribable. He felt ten times larger than life, but it created a feeling of fullness that I never knew I missed. When he was all the way in, I could feel his pubic hair tickling my skin and his cockhead brush my prostate. Ooo man that was so nice! 

Once he was buried in my, Cal began a slow, rhythmic thrusting. I began to move in time with him as well. When he pulled back, I moved forward until just the head of his cock was in me. When he pushed forward, I pushed back until he was buried in me.

As Cal slowly fucked me, I glanced to the side and saw our reflection in the big mirror over the dresser. It was incredible! Here was this beach god slowly fucking my ass. I tried to memorize the sight, engraving it in my mind forever.

Cal began to increase the pace of his thrusts and I tried to keep up. He reached around me and held my rock-hard dick in his hand, pumping me in time to his fucking.

"Oh god! You have such a tight ass, Billy! I could fuck you forever! I love this! So tight. So warm. So beautiful."

His words, matched by his actions, had me ready to come again. Cal seemed to sense this and picked up speed. He was hitting my little gland and sending skyrockets through me. I could feel my ass clenching around his hardness and I wanted this so-full feeling to go on and on.

"Here it comes! I'm cummmmiiiiiinnnnngggg!!!!" Cal shouted.

To this day, I swear I felt his hot cum blasting into my ass, coating my insides with his seed. Spurt after spurt hit my prostate and finally I let go, firing into the sheets beneath us.

I collapsed and Cal came with me, laying on me, a wonderful living blanket. He kissed my neck and ear as we both basked in the post-orgasmic glow.

He rolled to his side, his softening dick pulling out of my stretched ass. I felt a sense of loss as he left me but I knew, when I later looked in his eyes, that I would get to feel him in me again and again.




Beach Blanket Bingo!



I moved slightly to the side and lay against his chest. I moved my hand idly across his torso and waited for him to open his eyes. He finally did and looked at me. Seeing my huge grin, he smiled back. 

Nothing was said for several, then I asked, "So, who gets to sleep in the wet spot?"

Cal grabbed me and kissed me deeply. "I don't care. I want you to fuck me now."

"Okay, but you have to give me some time to recover. That was incredible but I'm wiped out now."

"Does this help?" Cal asked, pulling me to him for a long, wet, loving kiss.

It did help revive my flagging dick and soon I was nestled deep inside Cal's lovely ass. And his ass was so fine, so wonderfully warm and tight.

But what could you expect from two horny men. After all the night was young and so were we.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The next morning, the phone rang. I looked around to see Cal laying next to me, smiling. The sheet and blanket were on the floor and we were laying in the sunshine, our bodies glowing in the morning light. 

I kissed him lightly then hopped up and grabbed the phone which was in the living room. It was Mom.

"Hey Sleepyhead! Did I wake you?"

I told her that she had but it was okay. By this time, Cal had come up behind me and was playing with my ass. One hand slid around to grasp me as I tried to talk. When he began to kiss my neck, I had to hiss at him to cut it out.

That was a mistake. He came around and looked at me with a wicked smile. When he heard Mom's voice through the receiver he kissed me quickly then knelt in front of me. 

God help me but I was getting hard! And I was talking to my mother! 

"Yes, Mom, I'm eating well," I said with a giggle and then a yelp when Cal lightly nipped my cockhead.

"You alright dear? Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"No. Not at...at all. I...I...ooo...I'm fine..."

Cal was giving me a tremendous blow job and I was having a hell of a hard time trying to talk.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I was planning to come up again this weekend. Just me this time."

"O-o-okaaa-aay..."

I could hear her smiling over the phone as she said something about needing to deal with some of her own needs and something about Dad understanding. To be honest, at the time, I was kind of distracted by the magic Cal was performing on my dick.

"Wh-when will yoooo g-get here?"

"Oh, sometime Friday afternoon. But don't worry. You and Cal can have the house to yourselves. I've made plans..."

I didn't try to figure out what she was saying and barely managed to mutter, "O-o-kaa-ay. Th-that's f-f-finnnnne."

"Love you sweetie," Mom said with a laugh. Then she added, "Tell Cal hi for me."

After dropping the phone, I grabbed Cal and pulled him up. But instead of anger, I was overwhelmed with lust. Kissing him thoroughly, I took his hard cock in hand and led him back to the bedroom.

Fortunately, we were both off work that day...

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Karl came into the Shack with a big smile on his face. He looked at Cal who was waiting for me to get off work then blurted out, "Dude! You won't believe what your mom is doing!" Then he laughed in a Beavis and Butthead way, "Maybe I should say you won't believe who your mom is doing!"

"What?!?"

"Man, I just saw her kissing Jen. And it wasn't any friendly how-are-you kiss. They were swapping spit and everything! It was so hot!"

Cal said, "Karl!"

"Oh, sorry dude. Forgot she was your mom for a second. But...man..."

I followed Karl out onto the boardwalk and Cal followed me. On the beach, away from the direct glare of the lights, I saw Mom and Jen kissing like there was no tomorrow! Then I noticed Jen's hand was in Mom's pants! 

What the hell...? 

And what had she been saying about wild oats?

"Looks like you're not the only one in your family who wants to explore a bit..." Cal said with a smirk.

Man I wanted to hit him but I wanted to kiss him even worse. 

Guess which urge won?

The End.



Beach Blanket Gang Bang



It had been a long, hot day in South Central Los Angeles and the A/C in the building where Cathy worked had been out since before noon and she had spent much of the day working on her computer with streams of perspiration running down her back and cleavage, soaking the back of her white, satin blouse and outlining where her bra cups stopped and the swell of her breasts rose out of the lace that strained to contain her round, plump "C" cup breasts.

The mid-fifty redhead was still very pleasant to look at and the guys in the warehouse enjoyed bringing paperwork to her when the A/C worked so that they could see if her nipples were sticking out through her bra and today, they came in to check out how her, now nearly see-through blouse. She really wanted to unbutton it a button or two so that she could get some airflow, but knew she couldn't until she was on her way home.

"Bruce, I am stopping at the beach on the way home." Cathy had told her husband when she called him on his cell as she left the parking lot at work.

"Okay, sweetie," Bruce had said, "But keep track of the time so you aren't too late. Remember we had some plans tonight."

"Oh, I won't be too late." Cat had replied. "I am really looking forward to making love tonight." The slightly plump woman had told her husband with smile that he couldn't see.

"I just need to unwind a bit and you know how the sand and ocean relaxes me." She continued as she pulled onto the 110 Freeway.

"I'll call you when I am about twenty minutes from home, so that you can pour me a glass of wine. Bye for now." She said to Bruce.

"Okay babe. I will check the wine cooler and see what we have. See you in a while. Love you." Bruce had said as his wife hung up the phone.

Traffic wasn't too bad for a Thursday evening and it only took Cathy about an hour to go the twenty-some miles to where she wanted to park on Pacific Coast Highway, just past the Seal Beach/Huntington Beach line. Deciding that she didn't want to wait until she got home to have a glass of wine, she had stopped at a little liquor store and picked up a bottle of Pinot Grigio and a plastic cup. 

She had unbuttoned her blouse down past her bra after she got in her car, trying to cool off and the clerk at the store had gotten and eyeful when she bent over to get her wine from the bottom shelf of the cooler. She paid for her wine, completely unaware why the clerk was smiling at her, then she headed on down the road, found the parking lot she wanted, and pulled in. She drove to the farthest end of the lot, where it was deserted, parked the car and got out.

"I think I still have a beach towel and chair." She said to herself as she opened the trunk and rummaged around until she found what she was looking for. 

She pushed the trunk closed and headed for the sound of the waves breaking on the shore. It took her a couple of minutes to cover the two hundred yards to the water and then setup her low chair and spread her beach towel out.

"Don't see anyone around." Cathy said out loud as she pulled the wine and plastic cup out of her beach bag and opened the bottle.

"Good thing I was a girl scout. She said to herself as she fished her cork puller out of the bottom of her bag.

The sunset was beautiful and Cathy took several pictures of it with her cell phone while walking, barefoot, in the sand right at the water's edge. She wandered on down the beach for about a quarter-mile and then decided she better head home. She had drunk nearly half the bottle of wine she had purchased and, because she had missed lunch, was feeling a bit tipsy.

"Going to have to sit in the car for a bit before I drive home, so I better call Bruce and let him know I am going to be later than I thought." The plump, slightly drunk woman said aloud.

"Hey baby, I am going to be later than I thought. I picked up some wine and am feeling a bit too tipsy to drive just now." Cathy told her husband when he picked up the phone.

"Do I need to come get you?" Bruce asked his wife, with a tinge of anger in his voice.

"No, I'll just be later than I had said I would. We can still bounce around tomorrow night." She said, reacting to the annoyance she heard in her husband's tone.

"Well, call me if you need me to come get you. Bye." He said to her as he hung up.

She had picked up her towel and chair and started back to the parking lot as she was talking to her husband and was about half-way to her car as she put her phone away. Because she hadn't had lunch and had drank half of a bottle of wine fairly quickly, Cathy was really feeling the effects of the alcohol and she was so distracted that she did not see the group of college kids walking towards her from the parking lot.

"Hey, lady." One of the young men said to her as they got close. "What are you doing on the beach all by yourself?"

"Just heading back to my car." Cathy said. 

"Needed to relax after a long day."

"Well, we know exactly what you mean." One of the other guys said. 

"We are gonna go have a few more beers. You want to join us?" The first guy said to her, as he smiled at the other guys with him.

"No thanks, I am just going to head on home and go to bed." Cathy said as she started to walk around the group.

She could smell the beer and the aroma of pot coming from the group and decided that she better move on quickly, but the seven young men had spread out in front of her and she had to walk between them to get to her car.

"Hey, you got a nice set of titties for an older woman." Said the guy closest to her as she tried to walk between him and the first guy she had spoken with.

"Thank you...I think." The plump redhead replied as she attempted to move on.

"I think you should show us those titties. You know, like Marti Gras." The first guy said, as he took Cathy by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Let me go. HELP!" Cathy screamed, dropping her bag and trying to wrench free of the young man's grasp.

"No, no, no." Another of the guys said as he grabbed her by her left arm and put his hand over her mouth.

Cathy suddenly found herself surrounded by the group of young men and felt hands all over her breasts and ass as she struggled to get free. One of the men was now behind her holding both arms, while another kept his hand over her mouth and fondled her right breast through her blouse.

"I have got to see these tits." One of the seven said as he opened the last three buttons on her blouse and pulled it open.

"UUMMHH! UUMMHH!" Was the only sound Cathy could make with the big hand over her mouth.

"What I can see is not bad, but I NEED more." The guy said. "Let's see what you got under this bra." He continued as he grabbed the bottom of the bra cups and yanked up on them, causing her plump tits to fall free to the admiring smiles of the seven young men.

"DAMN! Those ARE nice titties for an old woman." 

The young man said to Cathy and to his friends who were moving in closer to get a better look in the increasing darkness.

"Get the blouse and bra clear off!" One of the other guys said as he licked his lips and stared at the plump tits in front of him.

"Look at how hard her nipples are! God, I want to suck those things." The first guy said as he bent down, wrapped his hands around her tits, and inhaled Cathy's rock-hard nipple."

"UMMMM, UMMMM!" Cathy mumbled through the hand that was still clamped over her mouth.

When the men opened her blouse and removed her bra, the cool beach breeze had caused goose-bumps to rise all over the plump woman's body, causing her nipples to become rock-hard and stand straight out from her breasts. She was trying to communicate with the group of men, but they wouldn't let her speak. Finally, the one who seemed to be the leader of the group looked at her and said;

"Joe is going to take his hand off your mouth and Seth is going to let go of your arms. You are not going to scream or try to run, understand? Shake your head "yes" if you understand."

Cathy nodded yes and the huge hand that covered her mouth as moved away and her arms were freed.

"Now, take off your blouse and your bra, so we can play with them gorgeous knockers." The leader said.

"Please don't hurt me. Please just let me go and no one will ever know about this." Cathy said to the leader.

"Hey, she has a half-empty bottle of wine in her beach bag and it's still cold. She's been drinking ILLEGALLY on the beach." Seth said. 

"Who the fuck are you going to tell about anything WE do, when YOU been drinking in public?"

"Now, take off your blouse and bra, like Louie said, so we can play with your tits." Seth continued.

Cathy slid her blouse off and then pulled the bra off, tossing both of them onto the sand next to where Seth had dropped her beach bag and stood there, naked from the waist up in front of seven college frat boys.

"My turn." Seth said as he knelt in front of this woman who was old enough to be his mother, and buried his fingers into her right breast. At the same time, he took her left nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it with abandon.

A small moan escaped from the plumper's lips as the warm tongue swirled around her bud and the lips formed a seal as Seth tried to suck the nipple to the back of his throat.

"Oohh!" Cathy moaned again as he switched breasts. "Ouch! Please don't twist my entire breast. It hurts." She said to the group in general as Seth twisted her left breast and tugged violently on the left nipple.

"Here, have some more wine." The leader said to her as he handed her the plastic cup from her bag. 

It was completely full and she knew he wanted to get her more intoxicated, so she shook her head no.

"Drink the wine." He said with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Okay." Was all Cathy said as she took the cup and sipped at it.

"NO! I said DRINK the wine." The leader said, obviously beginning to lose his temper.

"Okay" Cathy said again as she tipped the glass up and drained it.

"Good girl!" One of the guys who had been silent said. "Now, have another." He continued, handing her a full glass again.

"Okay." Was her one word reply as she again drained the plastic cup that she had been given. 

As she took the last drop of wine from the glass, something sharp stuck her in the ass, through her skirt and panties. 

"Ouch, what was that? She asked, but got no reply.

She could feel the alcohol coursing through her veins and didn't even wait for them to tell her to take the last glass they handed her. She was feeling very warm and her vision was getting blurry

"Hey, I think she should suck our dicks." Joe said as he slid his shorts off, revealing his rigid seven inch cock. "Get her towel out and she can kneel on it while she sucks us off."

"I don't want to do that." Cathy said with a bit of a giggle, as the wine and cool ocean wind caused her to nipples to get even harder than they had been.

"Who cares what you want. I want a blow job, so start sucking, bitch." Joe said to her as he spread her towel on the sand and Seth took her by the shoulders and pushed her to her knees.

The rigid cock was directly in front of her face and she knew that pleading would do no good, so she put her hands on the young man's ass and pulled him towards her, taking his throbbing cock in her mouth and sucking on it as her tongue swirled around it. 

"Oh yeah, that's it! Joe said as Cathy started a slow bobbing motion up and down the length of his cock. 

"Fuck yes, this bitch is good!" Joe moaned as she began to move her head faster in an effort to finish him off.

"You like to suck cock, don't you...Cathy." The leader said to her, causing her to stop and look at him. 

He was holding her driver's license and was going through the rest of the stuff in her wallet.

"Nobody told you to stop, Cathy." Joe laughed as he grabbed her by the sides of her head and drove his cock back into her mouth.

"I think I want to face fuck her." Joe said as he began to thrust his hips, driving his cock ever deeper into Cathy's mouth, causing her to gag as it hit the back of her throat.

"Umph." Was the only sound coming from her as the young cock slammed into her mouth and throat while her eyes pleaded with him to squirt in her mouth.

"You never answered James' question." Joe said as he neared his climax.

"You like to suck cock, don't you?" He groaned as he bottomed out in her mouth and his cock erupted in a shower of creamy white semen. 

"Unhuh, unhuh." Cathy moaned as the young college student bathed her throat with more cum than she had swallowed in a long time. 

All the other guys had been watching in amused amazement as the fifty-something woman did her best to drain the cum from Joe's seven inch cock. Her tits had been bouncing and swaying the entire time and one of the James had about decided he wanted to fuck her tits when Joe came in her mouth.

Grant had been staring at her ass as she knelt in front of them all and had decided he wanted to fuck it real hard. When Seth stepped in front of Cathy so that she could suck him off, Grant sat down in the sand behind her and started rubbing her firm, round ass through her skirt. By that point, Cathy was really feeling the wine and did not protest as Grant slid his hands under her skirt and began to rub her panty clad ass cheeks. 

Seth was about the same length as Joe, but was much bigger around and she had a little trouble stretching her mouth around him.

"My, but you have a big cock." Cathy said with a devilish grin as she looked up at Seth's boyish face and licked the end of his cock.

"Damn, what was in that wine?" Seth asked James as Cathy slid her mouth over his cock and sucked on it as hard as she could.

"I dropped a little X in the second cup I gave her and I shot her in the ass with a nice tranq. We can do anything we want to her and she won't tell anyone." James said with a smile. 

"Hey Joe, go get this bitch another bottle of wine. And bring a blanket when you get back, because this towel aint big enough for what I got in mind." James called over his shoulder as Joe set off to get more wine.

Grant now had Cathy's skirt and panties off and was nearly cumming on himself as he rubbed, slapped and bit her plump ass. The alcohol and drugs in her system had her oblivious to the cold night air and she was working on the cock in her mouth like there was no tomorrow and all she did was moan when Grant slid two fingers into her pussy and then stuck them into her asshole..

"OOOhhh." She groaned as the fingers slid into her ass and then "Umph. Umph. Umph." Each time she moved down the cock in her mouth.

"Oh my God. She's taking me all the way down to the base of my cock. She's burying her nose in my pubes. I have never had a bitch suck my cock like this before." Seth said with a dreamy expression on his face.

Even in her drug and alcohol high, Cathy knew that Joe was about to cum and she sped up her bobbing to finish him off. 

"Uummmmm, ummmmmmm, ummmmmm. Oh yeah baby, give it to me. Cum in my mouth." The plump redhead moaned around the young cock she was sucking.

"Ohhh Shhiittt!" Seth groaned as his cock exploded into Cathy's mouth.

She slurped and sucked on his deflating cock, trying to get every drop of juice out of it and as he pulled away from her Rudy stepped in to take his place.

"Thisss iss a verrry big peeniis." Cathy slurred as the full effect of the drugs hit her.

"Hey guys, look what I found by that trash can." Rudy said, holding up a few plastic clothes pins.

"Hold your tits up for me." Rudy told Cathy.

"Okay" She giggled as she cupped both of her "C" cup breasts and held them up for Rudy to do with as he pleased.

"You need a little pain, don't you, Cathy." He said to her as he took her left tit in his hand and placed one of the clothes pins on her nipple.

"That hurts, please take it off." She whimpered as he tugged and twisted on the plastic pin.

"NO!" Was his one word response as he took the right tit in his hand and clamped a clothes pin on that nipple.

"AWWHH." She wailed as he twisted the pin he had just attached.

"Suck my cock." He commanded Cathy as he sat down in the beach chair she had had with her.

"Okay." She was all she said as she leaned down and took his nine inch dick in her mouth. 

Her ass was now stuck up in the air and grant looked at it and said:

"Damn! I have to have it!" 

He had already peeled his shorts off and he slid his cock into her pussy to get a little lubrication on it.

"She's fucking soaking wet. The X is really getting her going." Grant said as he pulled his cock out of her pussy. 

The others could see the pussy juice glistening in the moonlight and all they could do was whistle.

"I am fucking this ass." Grant said as he placed the golf ball sized head of his cock against Cathy's asshole and pushed.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" She groaned around the cock in her mouth as the young man slid into her ass and bottomed out against her ass.

Grant took hold of the plump redhead's hips and pulled his cock all the way out of her ass, then drove it back in again. His thrusting was getting more and more frantic as he battered her ass with is cock and hands. He reached under her and grabbed hold of her breasts, which were swinging and swaying as she bobbed on the cock in her mouth and he slammed his cock into her and grabbed both clothes pins at the nipples and squeezed down as hard as he could.

"AAWWWWWHHHHHHHHH! URUGHHHHH" She wailed as the pain in her nipples made its way through the drugs and alcohol in her brain.

"Stop. It hurts, please stop." Cathy begged, only to have Rudy grab her head and drive it down on his cock again.

"Mummph. Mummph" She mewled as she was now being hammered between by Rudy in her mouth and Grant in her ass.

"Ahhh, fuck." Grant groaned as his cock erupted in a series of eight spurts into Cathy's ass.

"Oh yeah!" Rudy said as he shot his load down her throat.

As both men pulled their cocks out of the drugged plump woman, she fell over on her side and just lay in the sand. 

"Hey guys, I got the wine for our guest and the blanket James wanted. I could hear you all from 100 feet away and it made my dick hard again. I think I want to fuck her cunt now." Joe said as he walked back onto the gathering.

"No, my turn first," James said. "As wet as her pussy is, I want that first and I damn sure am not going to eat it after you fuck it. So, spread the blanket out and let's get our guest on it. Give her another glass of wine while we're spreading the blanket out too."

Joe opened the cheap wine he had bought and poured a glass for Cathy.

"Here you go honey, have some more wine." He said as he handed it to her.

"I need some water." Was her response.

"We aint got no water." Joe said to her. "You'll have to be happy with the wine."

Cathy took the wine and drank it down, then handed the plastic cup back to Joe.

"You still have five cocks to suck, so get with it." James said as he moved her into the middle of the blanket.

"Okay, then I can go home, right?" Cathy said,

"Yup, when we are finished with you, you can go home." Came James' reply.

The drunk, drugged woman tried to kneel but James stepped in front of her, took her by the breasts and forced her over on her back. 

"Put your feet flat on the blanket." James told her as he dropped down and spread her legs.

He grabbed her feet and placed the soles down on the blanket and moved between her legs so that his face was just an inch away from her pussy.

"Somebody stick a dick in her mouth, I don't want her moaning or screaming and attracting attention." James said.

Greg, who had yet to use her, straddled her chest and wrapped her tits around his cock, which was the biggest of all seven at nearly 11 inches, and spit into the valley he had created. He slowly stroked her cleavage with his enormous cock while moving its head ever closer to her mouth.