0 comments/ 128681 views/ 22 favorites Barefoot on a Nude Beach By: JB252 Note: This is a true story. I witnessed this event while vacationing on Mykonos many years ago and have never forgotten it. The name of the girl is invented, her thoughts are my surmise of what she must have been feeling. The actions are exactly as I saw them. It is one of the most erotic things that I have ever seen. * Marcia was a 25 year old graduate student working on her history dissertation at Duke University in North Carolina. She was 5' 6" tall and 120 lbs. She had a lovely figure, her breasts were not very large, but perfectly formed with dime sized nipples which jutted out nicely when erect. She was a very intelligent girl, proud of her status in the department and comfortable with men. She liked to be in control in dating situations, deciding when and how far any romantic activity would progress. She was so smart and confident that this was not difficult for her to achieve. Most men looked upon her as untouchable. When she walked, her head was always held high and her eyes focused ahead with a slight, self-assured smile on her face. She was a picture of feminine confidence. She didn't have a boyfriend now, rather concentrating on the completion of her dissertation. She and two of her girlfriends were planning a trip to Greece for the winter break. She needed to get away from her studies for about a week and forget about medieval history. Marcia and her two girlfriends arrived at the Greek island of Mykonos. Sharon, her younger friend, had found out about a nude beach on the other side of the island. She and Nancy tried to persuade Marcia to go with them. Marcia was initially hesitant. Such overt public displays was not really her style. But the notion began to intrigue her; after all, she thought, no one knew her here and it might be liberating. So she agreed to go. The next morning Marcia, Sharon and Nancy put on their bikinis with shirts on top and short pants over the bikini bottoms. They took a bus to the back of the island to "Paradise Beach", a world famous nude beach popular with Europeans. When they arrived and walked onto the sand, they saw that this really was a nude beach where most of the girls and guys sunbathed and talked and walked around without bathing suits, completely naked. Marcia was slightly shocked at first, but Nancy and Sharon laughed and thought it was "cool". A few of the men did wear brief speedos and some of the women wore their bikini bottoms, but few tops were in sight. People sat around on beach towels and others walked up and down the beach to the cafes to get food and drink. The beach was fairly crowded as this was a typical warm, sunny day in the Aegean sea climes. The three girls picked out a spot and sat down. Sharon and Nancy were out of their clothes quickly and sat nude amnd uninhibited on the large beach towel which they had brought, checking out the men in the area. Marcia was still uncomfortable with the idea of being nude amongst strangers, so naked and vulnerable, but now she felt even more conspicuous being the only one with clothes on in the area, like a prude. So she focused her attention into herself and took off her shirt and short pants. She glanced around furtively at the others near her and saw that no one was watching. She took off her bikini top and then slowly and discretely slipped off her bottom. The three girls were nude on the towel. Sharon got out the suntan lotion and began to rub in on herself. Then Nancy did the same. Marcia took the lotion and rubbed some into her shoulders and arms and stomach, being careful around her extremely sensitive breasts. Then she did the front of her legs and thighs. She would sunbathe her front first and deal with the back later. She felt free, exhilarated by the exposure of her body. After about an hour of lying on the towel with her friends, making small talk, Marcia sat up and looked around. She caught the eye of a dark-haired young man sitting nearby on his own towel who smiled at her. She did not smile back and turned her head away, but knowing she was being observed, and being nude, made her feel tingly, slightly aroused, and her nipples firmed up a little. This nude beach thing was really not so bad. Sharon and Nancy were still lying on their backs. Marcia was getting restless. She looked at the parade walking by and decided to join them for a while. She told Sharon that she was going for a drink. The other girls didn't want anything and decided to stay. Marcia got to her feet. She felt vulnerable but excited at the same time. The sun felt hot on her breasts and the warm breeze wafted through her pubic area, teasing her there gently. She started to walk along the sand between the many towels, avoiding them carefully and trying not to kick sand onto someone's towel. Her hair was medium long and dark, falling just down beyond her bare neck, waving as she moved. The sand felt very warm, almost hot to her bare feet. She put her head up and walked as she was accustomed to do, poised, proudly defiant of the stares of men, but now naked, a little arrogant, aware of her body. She had firm, high and lovely breasts and she knew it. She pretended to be oblivious to the hard looks she was getting as men (and some women) checked out her body as she passed. She began to relish the implicit tease of her nudity, smiling and flaunting her breasts as she passed the men. With seeming nonchalance, she would push her hair back from her face with one hand, at the same time insinuating her breasts slightly forward, turning as if to look into the distance at some far away intrigue. The warm sun felt wonderful on her body. She felt a tingle of excitement, knowing that men were watching her as she strode by them, but she pretended nonchalence. Just as Marcia was approaching the entrance to the cafe area, a tall, middle aged, but well-built man walked directly up to her, staring into her face, blocking her way. He was also naked, thin and wiry, tanned with wild curly hair. Marcia observed that he was obviously a bit older than she but kept himself in very good shape. She smiled faintly at him, indifferently, and tried to move past. Suddenly, with no warning, this man, standing too close to her, bent down and took her exposed left nipple into his mouth. Marcia was shocked, her nipple was shocked, for she was taken completely by surprise. She gasped. She was not expecting this. She laughed once, more out of astonishment than out of any pleasure, tried to pull her body back and told him sharply to stop. But he held her in place while he continued to was suck on her nipple and end of her breast and didn't stop. She put her hands on his shoulders and urged him away from her with as much strength as she had. But he was bigger and stronger. He kept sucking her nipple. He had his hands on her sides, partially around her back, gripping her tightly, and secured her chest to his mouth. Now she felt her nakedness, so exposed and helpless. She looked around frantically for help. She slapped his arms and shoulders with her hands, but this seemed to have no effect on him. He only licked and sucked the nipple harder. Marcia was in turmoil – her nipple felt so wet and vulnerable, so helpless trapped in his mouth. The man could feel it start to grow harder as he sucked on it. Marcia said more sternly, growing angry, "stop this, I mean it... what are you doing? Get the hell off of me!". The man ignored her and kept sucking and licking the same nipple. Marcia turned her head to the left and right, highly embarrassed by what was happening, looking for assistance, but still hoping this was a harmless joke, some sort of topless beach initiation prank. But he was really going too far. She got very angry and quietly shouted "OK, that's enough!". But she could not get his mouth away from her chest. She made her hands into fists and beat upon the tops of his shoulders, with no real effect. She tried to pull his hair, but it was slippery with perspiration and her hands slipped off. She snarled, "Oh Shit, will you stop?". He kept on assaulting the same nipple, sucking it in deeper and tickling the tip with his tongue. This went on for about a minute. He felt her nipple harden further in his mouth against her will, becoming a stiff jutting point for his lips to tease. She was getting a little aroused in spite of her anger and resistance. He sucked harder and harder on her breast, not giving her a chance to recover her composure. Marcia was distraught. What was happening? Who was this guy and how dare he do this? She tensed and writhed her body, trying to escape the desperately compelling sensations coming from his mouth and tongue. She tried pushing on his chest. But it was no use. She felt herself weakening from the struggle and from the pleasure she was reluctantly feeling. She tried to run, but her feet had sunk into the soft sand, making it difficult for her to move her legs, making escape impossible. As they struggled, sharp jolts of pleasure emanated from her nipple, growing into her entire breast, suffusing her chest and spreading out to the rest of her body. His tongue danced around her nipple as he sucked, taunting her, teasing her, then focused onto the very tip, sending sharper charges of sensation through her chest. The battle between tongue and nipple continued. Marcia cried out softly, "Oh No!" The man only intensified his sucking. She began to breathe in and out a little harder and her hands trying to move him from her breast were not pushing with as much force. She said again to him, more softly this time, "Please stop, everyone can see". He kept on doing what he was doing, if anything, more intently. Marcia felt dizzy, confused and dazed. She tried to concentrate her will. She had to stop this now. But her nipples had always been her weak spot, extremely sensitive, exquisitely so, almost as erotic an area as her clitoris, and he was doing to her precisely what she could never withstand for long. She had had orgasms in the past when men had sucked on her nipples long enough. Marcia groaned in frustration and erotic agony as the man continuing his deep sucking of her breast. The man had set his feet firmly in the sand, held her tightly by her sides and kept his mouth at the same breast, never wavering, always sucking, licking, teasing, tormenting Marcia as she struggled against his tongue, his mouth, his hands, his will. This went on for another minute, as if her breast and his mouth were locked in silent combat. As she fought against him, she felt herself growing panicky and desperately tried to cast her mind elsewhere, think of something else, ignore what he was doing to her, anything else ...anything else...her apartment on campus, her dissertation work, anything else... anything... else... but she felt her very soul grabbed hold of by his tongue and lips, wrenched back from where she was trying to escape ... from that place of refuge to here... to now, to herself, to her nudity, to her nipple, to the thrilling sensations he was giving her. Oh God, she could not escape. But she feared to give in. He sucked and licked and nibbled and delighted the tender flesh of her breast and brought her reluctantly back. Marcia's head moved back just a little and she closed her eyes for just a moment. No! She had to keep her concentration. She had to. She could not yield to this man and his mouth. But she knew she was close to the point of surrendering, could not hold out much longer. She was breathing harder and she felt that her right nipple, the other one, had also become very hard now. Marcia made little moaning, gasping sounds and kept her hands on the man's shoulders, pushing him away again, but realizing she had no real chance of getting him off of her nipple. Her heart was beating wildly. She shook her head back and forth in frustration, in anguish, trying to clear her head, and grabbed the sides of his face, trying desperately to push it away. She had to escape this public torment. It was her last chance to maintain her dignity, her pride. She fought to gather her resolve, her inner strength; she had to fight the sensations, try to resist, but his tantalizing touch, his tongue was gradually winning. She could not overcome the overwhelming sensations the sucking was giving her. She saw people around her, watching what was happening, and felt exposed and humiliated. She attempted yet again to escape by arching her upper body back away from the mouth, but he held her firmly in his grasp. His mouth never left her breast. He was driving her crazy. If only her nipples were not so tender and responsive. His tongue was maddening, exciting, insistent, hard, cruel, but... so sweet, upon this critical part of her. She had gotten so aroused, so excited, that she felt the fervent glow of this excitement start to move down lower, into her belly, caressing her thighs with warm tingles, spreading out tendrils of a vexing urgency, tremulously into her groin, where warmth and moisture and sexual pain meet so decisively. The cruel mouth never left her nipple. She turned her head weakly and looked around again and saw other men watching her in her captivity. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth was half open; she couldn't concentrate any more upon anything except his mouth sucking her. She was surprised to hear pleading, groaning sounds and little moans of ecstasy as he sucked. She realized that these sounds were coming from her, unintended, unbidden by her conscious mind, as if her nipple and breast, her body had a voice of its own. A sweet tension rose in her, as she could feel herself giving in to the relentless tongue and lips on her breast. She still felt some chagrin at her public helplessness, this betrayal of her so fragile nudity, but could not do anything about it. She became weaker and weaker and more resigned as the man continued to suck at her breast for another full minute. She writhed her chest, as a last lingering, but dying token of her former resistance, moving it to the left and right, back and forward, but her nipple never left his mouth. Her right breast brushed, bounced against his chest as she struggled, taunting this nipple, hardening it, making things worse. His tongue continued its relentless work, its assault upon her. Her legs began to tremble and soon grew wobbly, too unsteady to support her any longer, and she sank slowly down, yielding her posture into a half sitting position, giving in to the intolerable incitement coming from the mouth upon her breast, seeming to cave in helplessly onto the sand beneath them. The man's head and body followed her down, staying fixed to her. He sucked without letup, sweetly punishing her now hypersensitive nipple, wresting from her newer and deeper pleasure shocks, accompanied by soft cries and pitiable moans. She was sitting now, rather squatting, and he was right with her, her knees bent agape with the man's knees between them, with the irresistible mouth pressed tightly onto her chest, exciting her nipple flesh to an incandescence. It was too much for her to bear. His lips and tongue were killing her. Her eyes closed, slowly but firmly in a final gesture of surrender. Her head moved back, inadvertently jutting her nipples closer to him. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her mouth opened a little more and then with a long shudder she gave completely into it, into him. She cared about nothing now except the intense delight running through her body. She panted and she let out little moans of obvious pleasure, all hesitancy gone, all modesty forgotten, no more feigning. She moved her hands from his head and put them on top of her own head, entwining her fingers in her own hair, rocking her head side to side slowly, as if only semi conscious, lost in the sweet torment, signaling her resignation, her submission. This unexpected assault on a vitally sensitive, erotic area had finally overwhelmed her. She could not fight any more. The licking and sucking continued until she was still, resigned, resting her cheek upon his left shoulder, panting and moaning, heedless of the people around her watching her helplessness and arousal. She began to kiss the top of his bare shoulder as he sucked, her tongue coming out just a little as she tasted his skin, trying to give back a small fraction of what he doing to her, gently licking the hot skin of his upper back and shoulder. The man now pulled away for a moment, looked at her face, a half-smile on his lips, her eyes were closed, and then immediately started on her hard right nipple. There was no chance for her to recover. He gave it the same treatment. She softly cried out "Ohhhh... God... No". A tremulous spam ran though her chest. Her right nipple was even more sensitive than her left. She felt waves of stimulation course through her body anew as her legs gradually but finally buckled under her completely. She collapsed ass down slowly onto her back and he followed her down onto the sand, still sucking her right breast as they fell. He was relentless, never letting up for a moment. She allowed her body gently and slowly to descend until she lay fully on her back on the sand with his mouth attached to her, oblivious to anyone around her, stunned by the sensations. He lay on top of her, his soft flesh kissing hers, his legs between hers. He worked on her nipple until she cried and moaned again, more passionately this time, and put her arms tightly around his head, squeezing him as if to block out the torment. Her chest rose and fell with her soft cries and deep breaths; his head followed her chest – up and down -- but he never let go. The sand was hot on her back, but his mouth was hotter on her nipple. He then began to pull his mouth back, away from the tight suction on the breast, but still holding her nipple flesh in his lips gently, drawing out her now tender nipple with soft insistence, extending it, teasing it with the tip of his tongue but keeping the very end of the breast distended with his mouth -- finally releasing it entirely. He did this repeatedly. She was too dazed to think of anything now but his mouth; she was absorbed in his mouth and its attachment to her body. He let go of the nipple and now began to lick the tender underside of her right breast, then the top, the sides, and then back to her nipple. He did this again and again, so her breast glistened with his saliva. He kissed and licked the sensitive area on the side of her breast where the swell begins. He ran his tongue all around the outside of her breast, making gradually smaller concentric circles with his tongue until he concentrated again on her now acutely sensitive nipple -- made even more so by the constant titillation -- licking wet circles around the end and then tickling the very tip with his tongue. Whenever he did this, her upper body twitched and her arms clutched about his head more tightly. She was completely helpless, lost as passionate waves bathed her body. First it had been her left breast; now the all too sensitive right was being methodically besieged, teased and aroused to a fever pitch by this man. Oh, what was he doing to her? She couldn't remember where she was or even who she was. She started involuntarily to move her buttocks slightly up, pressing her vagina against his upper leg. She could feel his erection bumping along her inner thigh and then closer to her, near her opening, the tip of his cock just brushing up gently against her wet labia. She was in torment. Then he did something she didn't expect. As her nether lips were so delicately teased with the tip of his cock, exciting her, maddening her with the implication of these touches, he began licking up her nipple with the flat of his tongue. He took her hand in his and pulled her right arm back over her head onto the sand, exposing her smooth, naked underarm. He started his tongue at her right nipple, trailed his tongue slowly up her chest, along her side, to her underarm and began to kiss her and tickle her there with his tongue. It was as if an electric shock ran through her. She tried to pull her arm down to escape this new agony but could not. He held it firmly above her head. He continued to tease and torment her underarm with the tip of his tongue, licking up her arm and then back down to her underarm again. Then back to her nipple and then back to her underarm, again and again and again. She was going wild. No one had ever done this to her before. He made maddening little circles with his tongue as he provoked and teased her into moaning oblivion. Barefoot on a Nude Beach Ch. 02 NOTE: This a continuation of "Barefoot on the Nude Beach". I have received quite a bit of feedback regarding the first part, mostly positive. I would like to state that the story in Part 1 is essentially true. It is an elaboration of an event which I witnessed while at the same nude beach in Greece described in the story. The young man mentioned briefly at the beginning, the one whose gaze Marcia would not meet, was I, sitting nearby on a towel with my girlfriend. I never met "Marcia"; I chose a name which happens to be a favorite. Her thoughts and emotions are obviously speculative, but the event is depicted exactly as a remember it. Some people asked me why no one went to Marcia's assistance in her struggle. I was probably as shocked by the episode as was she, frozen with fascination. I did think at first that it was someone she knew beforehand. I began to doubt this when the struggle became more prolonged. Marcia never screamed out loud for help, but spoke in a low voice to the man. She was probably more embarrassed than frightened. As the contest progressed, it became more erotic. Marcia and her girlfriends were clearly Americans; I could tell by their speech, which I was able to overhear. The man looked European. This new part is what I imagined might have happened after they left my view. I would like to acknowledge the invaluable contribution to this story made by my friend, the lovely and very real Marcia K. -------------------------------------------------- Marcia's head was swimming as they slowly walked along the sands. Her body was humming with the intensity of the recently induced passion. Her nipples felt hard and hot and conspicuous; they were so sensitive now that the slight breeze caused them to tingle. She kept her eyes closed in the shame and excitement of what had occurred so publicly so few minutes ago. Her head lay upon his shoulder, the side of her body pressed against his as they moved. Her legs felt like gelatin and could barely hold her weight. His arm around her held her up, keeping her from falling. They walked. Marcia's senses began slowly to come back to her. Awareness of her situation began to return to her as her breathing slowed. She opened her eyes and looked ahead of them, seeing beach and people and trees. She felt the press of the man's naked side against hers, his leg and thigh brushing against, caressing hers as they moved. Where were they going? Who was he? He had not spoken one word to her since the initial "meeting" of his mouth with her body. As she fought to restore some degree of control over herself, make her mind work again, the man could sense the beginnings of renewed tension in her, of fear, of doubt. He held her more tightly with his arm. Marcia lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him, asking, "Who are you?" He held her firmly with his left arm around her shoulders and merely responded softly, "Shhhh," not returning her gaze. She began to grow annoyed at his prolonged reticence. But he gave the annoyance no time to grow into anger. With his left arm around her shoulder, he discretely flicked the index finger of his left hand, with unbearable lightness, across the still distended, aching and so sensitive tip of her left nipple, casually rubbing the tip with a silken, exquisite caress, causing Marcia to gasp again. Whatever her suspicions, her anxiety, whoever he was, this simple, but so poignant touch was too much for her to resist in her current aroused state, and she lay her head again upon his shoulder, yielding to it, shutting her eyes as her nipple again demanded all of her awareness. He distracted her, calmed her in this way, keeping her pliant, allowing him to lead her, not looking at her, delicately caressing the nipple with seeming indifference, subtlety so it was not apparent to others as they passed, but oh so apparent to Marcia. That part of her was by now so hypersensitive that the slightest suggestion of a touch sent shivers through her. He kept her walking with him, compliant with the delicate titillation; Marcia tilted her head just a little and looked down at his body. She saw the hair on his chest and legs and then she looked between them, at his circumcised cock, not erect, but dangling semi-hard. Marcia had always thought that a semi-hard cock was more dangerous, sexier in some ways than a fully erect one. It held a promise of impending penetration and conquering passion, without the flagrant overtness of a fully erect penis. A soft cock still needed to be aroused, cajoled into readiness, tempted into hardness by her touches, at the same time adding to her own arousal. She watched it wave, bumping against his thighs, proudly exposed to her gaze; her fascination was becoming hunger. She wondered what it would feel like in her hands, in her mouth, in her body. She was absorbed by the sight of this beautiful part of him, gesturing to her, beckoning, promising, but also daunting. She craved this man but also feared him. She didn't know where they were going and started to think about her girlfriends, back on the beach towel, wondering if they missed her; but his distracting, gentle, yet maddening touches upon her nipple and the hypnotic dance of his cock before her eyes kept her tractable, powerless from dwelling upon these concerns, much less acting upon them. They walked further up the beach, away from the water, and she saw a sandy parking lot over the hillock that separated the waterside beach from the interior area. They were walking towards it. They moved together, conjoined like one body, from the soft sand of the beach into the harder gritty sand of the parking lot. There were cars and buses resting all around, basking in the sun, but no people. He seemed to have a destination in mind as they weaved between parked vehicles. He led her toward a blue van, the large type with a sliding door in the side. No one else was around. They walked up to it and, still holding her with his left arm, he opened the sliding door with his right. Hot air rushed out to greet them. Marcia peered into a dark interior open space, a private place or ... a place of entrapment. She felt him try to coax her inside with his body. Marcia began to feel fear now in spite of her arousal, in spite of his touching. She hesitated at the threshold, her body stiffening, her hand grabbing the side of the opening. She said to him: "Where are we going?", knowing perfectly well where they are going. "Is this your van?" He said nothing but urged her inside again. He felt her alarm, turning to panic, straining against his arm around her, pulling her body back from the doorway, "No, No, I don't want to." He eased the pressure and didn't urge her any more now. But still holding her shoulders with one strong arm, he turned her toward him. Marcia tensed her chest, pulling back, for she was afraid he would go for her nipples again with his mouth. Instead he reached his free hand down toward her vagina, exposed like the rest of her. He put his hand between her thighs before she could react, and quickly inserted his middle finger into her. Marcia tried to close her legs and keep him out. She could not. Her body jerked and then stiffened with this new intrusion. She cried out softly: "Ohhhh! Noooo!" However there was no resistance inside of her -- she was already wet – just a gentle suction on his finger from the tightness of the passage. Marcia's thighs twitched at this invasion; she gasped again as she felt him so provocatively inside of her. She fought against him, pushing him against his chest, trying to twist away, half-heartedly reliving the struggle that had occurred just a little while ago on the beach. He was still too strong. He moved his now moistened finger up to her clitoris, finding it, rubbing it softly. He held her to him at the entrance of the van and slowly, carefully, rhythmically, massaged her with his finger. She struggled less as he massaged her. The pleasure of this was so intense, so overpowering for Marcia, the touch so intimate and stimulating, that her resistance was much shorter than before. She began to melt. The friction of his finger was unbearable. Her mouth opened. Her breathing increased. She sagged against him, her face against his chest, as he stroked her with his finger persistently, provoking ripples of pleasure that overwhelmed her and left her helpless. He caressed her steadily like this until he once more felt her surrender to him, the tension fading, allowing him to support her body against his, her face resting again on his shoulder, panting into his ear. As he continued, she felt his hardening cock nuzzling against her stomach. The movement of his finger upon her was urging her along, driving her, moistening her, coaxing her into whimpering helplessness. She cried out once softly, then again. He massaged her until her legs trembled steadily; they parted further and her cries became a long continuous moan. He then removed his finger. He caught her, almost fainting, in his arms, one under her upper legs and one under her torso, lifting her, carrying her cradled in his arms like a baby. He stepped up into the warm van with Marcia and placed her gently upon the floor which was cushioned with a thick rug. She lay on her back, blinking into the unaccustomed darkness, trying to see where she was, her body still resonating with the so recent memory of his killing touches. He turned on a small light, closed the sliding door and looked down at her. He was smiling. Marcia looked up at him with some apprehension at their confinement. She asked him: "Who are you? What is your name?" There was no reply. He merely smiled and crouched down to her. "I'm afraid." No reply. He pulled her legs apart with his hands and crouched between them. Marcia was getting scared again. "We can't do this. Please. I'm afraid. Really!" The man said nothing. His silence was infuriating. Marcia lay there, panting with fear, but also with an erotic expectation of what was about to happen to her. She wondered how she had gotten here. Why didn't this guy say anything? She worried, but she was past even any token physical resistance at this point. The man lay down upon her, his weight upon her, opening her legs wider with his knees and holding them open. He grabbed both of her slender wrists in one hand, holding them above her head, pinioning her under him on the floor. Marcia felt his body warm, glowing against hers, the points of touch between them magnified as his flesh met hers in a thousand places. With his other hand, he guided his now stiff-hard penis to her opening. Marcia tensed as she felt the proximity of him to her, instinctively pulling her vagina back from him. He ignored her hesitation and pushed gently inside of her, but just an inch or so and stopped. Marcia groaned as she felt him enter her. It had been so long for her, since a man's penis was inside her body. She had forgotten the intensity of it, the excitement, the sense of being subdued, possessed but fulfilled at the same time. He had her now. This was going to happen. The pleasure determined her. She wiggled her buttocks, trying to get him further into her, but he kept his cock just inside the opening, not moving, keeping it there, prolonging her anticipation. Then he starting a back and forth motion with his cock barely inside her, never penetrating inside more than the inch that he had initially. He was fucking just the entry of her vagina with the head of his cock -- back and forth, teasing her, working her up gradually. She wanted to move her hands around his buttocks to pull him deeper; she tried to pull them away from his grasp, but he kept them pinned above her head. He rocked in and out, maddening her with the insinuation of the cock barely inside her, frustrating her, promising so much more. She willed him to go deeper. He kept this up until her buttocks began to twitch and thrash beneath him. He smiled to himself. Marcia cried out: "God... Please...Come on. What are you doing to me?" He kept up the torment. She needed him deeper now. She thrust up her buttocks to his cock and managed to get maybe another inch, but he quickly compensated, pulled back and continued to massage the first inch of her vagina with his cock. Marcia moaned, squirming on the floor of the van, her hands and arms useless above her head. Her thighs clasped his. She then moved her legs up, first pressing the back of his legs with her feet. She was becoming frantic in her lust. Come on! Now! He sustained the cruelly tormenting motion, looking into her face, enjoying her cries, her gasps, her facial contortions, her struggles to free her hands. Then she moved her legs higher and closed them firmly around his waist, ankles interlocked, thighs wide open, her vagina opening more, inviting him, pleading for him, dying for him. He slid in just a little deeper and then deeper still, but so excruciatingly slowly; he fed it to her a slow fraction at a time, then always pulling back, sustaining the pleasurable anguish as long as possible; her legs pulled him tightly, urging him deeper. Marcia groaned and cried out: "Ohhh. God! You feel wonderful". He was stroking her in this manner about half way in now. In a little and back out. He continued this playful mini-fuck for a while, driving Marcia out of her mind with arousal. He kissed and licked her neck as his cock stayed midway, moving just enough so she could feel it. Marcia ducked her head to one side try to impede his access to her ticklish neck. It was no use; he pressed his face through, passed her blockading chin, to the soft flesh. His bre ath was on her throat, then his lips, then his tongue. Her neck had always been much too sensitive, almost painfully so, and his tongue there was electric, shocking her tender flesh, thrilling it. Her head squirmed, her neck under his kisses, as she responded to his mouth, provoked to more passionate intensity. Her licked her ears, causing her to shudder. All the while his cock stayed at the front of her passage. Marcia finally gasped: "God! I'm in heaven." She was ready now. He now pushed his cock fully finally into her and lay close upon her body, possessing her fully; the only thing separating their groins was their pubic hair. She moaned loudly. It was a deeper moan of pure pleasure, coming from her depths, exhaling her utter surrender as he probed into the most profound and intimate part of her. A slight grunt issued from him as he felt her pussy contracting against him, grasping him, holding him. He released her arms and rested himself upon his elbows. She insinuated her arms around his back and rubbed his shoulders. Her legs were still around him; her arms were now around him. They were tightly entwined, a tangle of flesh and limbs, sweat and sounds of sex. He began to thrust into her in earnest now. The preparatory teasing was past, the real fucking was now beginning. He didn't rush. He pulled out slowly almost to the tip, paused for a moment of pleasure suspense, then pushed back slowly into her, filling her completely. Her inner pussy compressed his cock, holding him when he was deep inside, trying to keep him there, embracing him in a yielding embrace, almost a massage, as he started the withdrawal, regretfully relinquishing the hard sensation of him, her muscles and inner flesh grasping him until the very last moment when he completed the extraction, as if kissing him farewell as the last contact was broken. He hurried none of it, not the insertion nor the pulling out, but kept it up at a steady pace, in and out, giving her his full length, letting her feel all of his masculine power. Her inner contractions upon his cock were having an effect on him too as his breathing grew faster and louder. Sensing his growing excitement served to increase Marcia's. She held him, fucked him back, kissed his neck, grasped him with her legs, massaging him inside of her, arousing him, wanting to pay him back a little for the sweet torment he had been causing her. She would make him come first, force him to surrender himself to her, giving her a little edge in this prolonged sexual battle of will. When he pushed slowly in, she contracted her muscles hard against him. He pulled out and she held him as long as possible. His breath grew ragged, and he moaned each time his penis popped out of her, her lingering pussy kiss upon the sensitive head of his cock giving him great pleasure now. He pushed back in, holding it just an instant, and she moaned pleadingly as he reached into her very quick, touching her as deeply as she could possibly be touched. He was winning with the inward thrusts, but she was getting to him with the withdrawals. Marcia plied her pussy against his cock with instinct and finesse, holding in the head just for a moment before it could escape, caressing it, until it was once again free, ready to plunge into her again. The contest went on without pause, in and out: with each stroke, first he was ascendant and then she, moans mingled with moans, the motions became a little faster. When he pushed in, a cry came from Marcia; when he drew out he sighed. Who would give in first and yield to the intolerable sensations? The rhythm continued. The man could feel his groin start to tighten as the arousal became unbearable for him. Her legs were fixed around his waist, keeping him in place, keeping her in charge. Her inner muscles were massaging him constantly, working on him, compelling him. Marcia felt his growing excitement and smiled to herself: this time she would make him give in to it. She would teach him a lesson. He would submit first to her. The rhythmic thrusting went on with an obligato of moans and cries. He was getting closer. Marcia kept contracting and kneading him inside of her. As he felt himself nearing the edge, beginning to lose all control, he lifted up his chest further from hers, making her arms lose their grip on his back, her legs were still holding his waist. He put his mouth down to her chest and took her aroused, hard left nipple in his lips, sucking it in, licking it and massaging it with his tongue. Marcia cried out: "No...Ohhh... God." This wasn't fair. This was too much. She had been able, barely able, to withstand the enticing pleasure of his cock up to now, but not the shock of her nipple being sucked at the same time. This was too much. He had her again. This is where he wanted her. Her continued the fucking and the sucking of her nipple until Marcia panted fiercely and moaned louder. She writhed her chest about beneath him, her nipple again trapped in his lips, beguiled by his tongue. This was more than a woman could endure. Her body began to grow tense, her legs tighter around him, her arms pulling against his head. The waves of pleasure crashing against her from above and below were building up to a point of no return. Her clitoris was being kissed constantly now by the upper part of his cock. It was unbearable. Every movement was sweet agony. He was taking her last bit of restraint by storm. She couldn't concentrate either upon her nipple or her clitoris – this combination of pleasure assaults was too strong for her. He kept on. She felt herself slipping into oblivion. He felt her slipping. He thrust a little faster and sucked on her rigid nipple even harder. She couldn't stop it. He forced her over the brink into full orgasm. Her upper body stopped writhing, raised up, suspended in air, her chest pressed against his mouth and trembled. Her legs quivered, opening and closing spasmodically around him. Her arms squeezed him tightly, trying to stifle the overpowering sensations that were consuming her. It was no use. Her pussy started a series of successive, hard contractions on his cock as he held it deep inside of her, giving her the full enjoyment, the full sensation of the orgasm. She cried into his neck as she rode the overwhelming waves of release, floating her higher and higher until she was at a place where there was no air, where she could not breathe. She gasped for breath nonetheless. She clutched him unknowingly, unconsciously in her spasms as she rode the waves, floating, dreaming, almost dying. She cried out in her pleasure. Barefoot on a Nude Beach Ch. 02 The man held himself deep inside of her, feeling her helpless in the throes of her orgasm, continuing to suck her nipple which had grown and hardened even more inside of his mouth. He felt her body beneath his as she was trembling and quivering and convulsing, giving quick jerks as she was carried along by the intensity of the release. Long minutes passed as he held this crying woman who had been carried off, captured by the ecstasy, ensnared by emotions too powerful to be long endured. Finally her quick breathing started to slow, her legs loosened their tight grip somewhat, her arms dropped back onto the rug alongside her. She began to float back down. Marcia shook her head back and forth. What had happened to her? Where was she? The cobwebs began to clear and the situation came back into pleasure-blurred focus. The man released her nipple from his mouth, giving it one last long parting kiss. His cock was still inside of her. It felt wonderful. Her body still trembled, but it was gentler now. She looked up at him. As Marcia came back from her deep orgasm, the man started to thrust again. But there was no contest anymore, no passionate struggles for dominance, no resistance from her. It was all for pure pleasure now. Marcia closed her eyes again and gave into it, this time without reservation. Her legs tightened again, her arms raised around his head. She pulled his mouth to hers. This was their first mouth kiss. He had kissed her nipples, her neck, her breasts, even her underarms, but not her mouth... until now. They kissed deeply as they fucked, their mouths and tongued intertwined, panting into each other. There were no more sexual contrivances, no further artifice, just raw powerful copulation. They moved together, mouths together, chests glued, loins meeting, melting together, joining and parting and grinding, until at last the man stiffened, then came, convulsing inside of her, crying out inside of her mouth, pulsating and sending long jets of cum into her, giving such delightful incitement to her that she joined him and exploded into another orgasm, less intense than the first but still deeply satisfying. It was long minutes before they released each other. She fell into a deep sleep, exhausted by passion. She never heard him leave. When she awoke later, alone in the van, she felt strangely bereft, and then puzzled. How could she miss this man she didn't even know, who hadn't even spoken to her? She felt a sudden longing for familiarity, for her friends. As she walked back down to the beach, her legs still trembling, her skin felt hot and flushed by what she had been put through in that van. She felt even more naked than naked, exposed, wondering if others could detect signs of the passion that had so lately possessed her body. She felt the moisture between her thighs, his semen leaking out and betraying their recent activity. She felt wanton, suddenly, and liked the sensation; but then she waded into the bracing salt water, and felt the waves wash over her, cleanse her. She wondered if others would notice the still hardness of her nipples or the distended blossom of her breasts. She walked back slowly, carefully, the sun and breeze drying her. She tried to look normal, nonchalant, confident, but afraid that she was being discovered as a fraud, her slowly dimming arousal clinging to her like a suntan, a part of her body, observable to all. She saw her girlfriends on the towel in the distance and walked over to them. Men who had seen her earlier struggle on the beach with the man, as her nipple was sucked, looked on with admiration and curiosity, daring themselves to approach her. None did. Her girlfriends were awake now. They had slept through her initial meeting with the man and had seen nothing. "Hey Marcia, where have you been?" "Just up the beach, walking." She had a slight quaver in her voice, hoping it didn't betray her inner turmoil to them. Her nerves were tremulous, even now vibrating as is from galvanic aftershocks. The memories of what had just happened to her were still fresh, blocking out any other thoughts. She could scarcely believe that she had done what she did. It was so unlike her, losing all control like that. She tried to calm herself. "But you were gone a long time." "I took a little swim." This was a story for her alone, to remember, to relish, to recollect as she chose. She would never find out his name; he hadn't said one word to her. She would keep this memory as a secret part of herself and resurrect it when she wished; when she dared; or maybe when she couldn't help herself. Barefoot on a Nude Beach She opened her legs beneath him a little wider and twined them around his, her bare feet pressed onto the back of his legs, her toes digging a little into his flesh, as he continued to lick her mercilessly. She pulled on him urgently with her legs. She thrashed her head back and forth on the sand. She tried to kiss his neck but couldn't reach it. Her eyes were tightly shut. Her left hand clutched his head then his shoulder and then reached onto the sand, trying to grab anything, get something to hold onto. The man felt Marcia's complete surrender and finally stopped his licking and moved his head up to look at her face. Her eyes were still closed and her chest was arched up in the same position as it was when her nipple was in his mouth. Her right arm was still stretched out above her head where he had placed it. She was breathing very hard, her heart thumping, trying to catch her breath, holding him with her legs. She couldn't move. Her tongue caressed about on her upper lip. Her breasts moved up and down with her labored breathing. Her eyes then opened part way and she looked at the man in astonishment. Her nipples were both very red, hard and distended, obviously very excited, and even seemed to her to be throbbing. They felt naked and bereft without his mouth upon them, the nipples screaming for more attention, more lingual caresses. Her neck and upper body were flushed scarlet with sexual arousal tinged with embarrassment. She was speechless and dazed. His sucking and licking, tickling and teasing, his gentle but persistent caresses, had aroused her beyond the point of all shame or modesty. She didn't care who could see her now. His cock was still poised just at the entrance to her vagina, just sniffing at the opening, touching her lightly but not pushing in. The man got up, took the Marcia's hand in his, helped her up onto shaking legs, and they started walking down the beach. She leaned against him for support, trembling. Not a word passed between them.