The Bikini Always Wins
mc; Mg; Xdom; oral; anal; tf
The bikini lay on the bed taunting her, reminding her that six months after her 12th birthday she was still had the figure of skinny boy. Anna thought it just wasn’t fair: Victoria, the oldest of the three sisters, was well on her way to filling a 34C bra by thirteen; Alina, the middle sister, had visible tits by eleven; and here she was still flat as a board. It didn’t help that all her mother did was to tell her to be patient, that she would, eventually, develop a figure. What did her mother know about the hassles of being in flat-chested when everyone around her had tits and were attracting boys; after all, her mother still had the super-model looks of her youth - looks she had developed by fourteen - at the impossibly old age of forty.
Anna had lusted after the bikini ever since she saw it on display at Forever 12 last summer. She just had to have it, but her mother had said that at $100 it was too expensive and that, given her figure, a one-piece would be far more flattering. All summer Anna ached for that bikini and by the time fall rolled around, she was practically begging for it. All to no avail. Finally, Anna resorted to that old standby: “all I want for my birthday is…” And lo and behold, when January 12th, her birthday, her golden birthday, rolled around, there it was nestled in a small, thin box wrapped in Forever 12’s distinctive pink wrapping paper. The bikini consisted of two small sheer, black rayon triangles held together by the thinnest of black cords and a sheer black rayon micro-thong that rose scant inches above the top of her pussy and barely covered her asshole. The only ornamentation was the small, gold Forever 12 medallion that dangled on a delicate gold chain from the thong’s “waistband.” It was a bikini to be seen in.
Anna had been so sure that she would have had some sign of a figure by summer that she had thrown away last year’s swimwear. She had tried the bikini on once this morning, but (as her mother had warned her) without a figure, the bikini just looked funny. The top looked like she had pasted two crinkled pieces of tissue paper to her chest and the bottom - OMG was the bottom a disaster - without some type of delineation between waist and hips, the thin cords that joined the thong’s back to front had nothing to grip and the garment had slipped from her body as soon as she had taken a single step. So it sat there on her bed taunting her, teasing her, reminding her that her mother had been right, reminding her that she had less than an hour before she was to go to the beach with her friends, less than an hour before her ultimate humiliation.
“Don’t worry, try it on again,” said a small quiet voice. Startled, Anna looked around but saw no one else in her room.
“Try it on,” the voice repeated.
“Victoria, is that you?” Anna asked, “Alina?”
“Just try it on,” said the voice, “everything will be OK.”
“Victoria? Alina? If that’s you, just cut it out.” Anna waited for a response, and when none came, she began to think, “What would it hurt? I can always wear cut offs and a crop top over it; besides it is more comfortable than my regular panties.” So, she tossed her old T-shirt on to the floor and carefully tied the bikini’s top over her chest. The top covered her 32B tits beautifully, the fabric flowing over the curve of her breasts like water. It looked as if someone had painted her tits with black silk. Anna was so excited by the look that she never thought to question the abrupt appearance of breasts on her prepubescent body.
Anna practically ripped her shorts and panties from her body in her rush to try on the bikini’s bottom. The thong’s waist strings curved gracefully over her hips highlighting the convex arc that defined the transition from her 24 inch waist to her 32 inch hips. The cloth flowed over her pussy, up the crack of her ass, and framed her firm, rounded ass cheeks with a simple ribbon of black. Now, instead of losing the bottom at her first step, the bottom stayed put as Anna walked gracefully around, her ass swaying in a gentle figure eight and the Forever 12 medallion brushing over her clit with every step.
Anna stood before her mirror, admiring how striking the black of the bikini was as it lay against her tan skin and how it complemented her long, flowing, platinum blonde hair. She never thought to question these changes; to wonder how a flat chested, boyish girl with a mousy-blonde bob had become a twelve year-old playboy bunny; to consider that there might be a price for this particular miracle; the only though running through her mind was that she be the envy of her friends.
Seeing the time, she hastily pulled on a beach wrap, not noticing that the wrap was now about two sizes too small and, rather than closing over her chest, it merely framed her tits with a neon band of color that screamed “look here first.” She shoved her feet into a pair of flip flops and was headed down the stairs just as her mother called out, “Anna, your friends are here.”
Anna paid scant attention to which of her friends’ parents were driving, the car she was riding in, or even her parents’ instructions on when she should be where in order to catch a ride home. The only thing she paid any attention to were the compliments her new bikini was receiving.
Whatever doubts Anna may have had about how good the bikini looked were erased the moment she stepped out on to the beach. For the first time, she noticed that men were looking at her - not just looking, but devouring her with their eyes. And it was real men that were looking, not boys her age, not those high school boys trying too hard to be cool, but men - from guys who were obviously in college to men old enough to be her father. All were watching her.
“It’s hot; you should get wet and cool off,” said the small quiet voice.
“No way, it would ruin the bikini,” replied Anna.
“No it won’t; it’s made to get wet,” the voice answered.
“Well, that’s logical,” thought Anna, after all the voice had been right about trying on the bikini a second time. So, Anna headed to the surf line and waded out until she was chest deep in the cool water. Eventually, her friends joined her and they spent about a half hour splashing and playing among the waves. When they tired of cavorting in the water, they headed back to the beach, intent on doing a little sunbathing and catching up on what passed for catty gossip amongst tweenie girls.
Yet, as Anna emerged from the water, she felt a tangible change in the way men were looking at her - looks that once carried a sense of appreciation, now carried a sense of unrestrained feral longing. She looked down to check her bikini and instantly understood why this change had occurred. What had once been opaque and black was now translucent verging on the transparent. The bikini’s top no longer covered her breasts like painted silk, rather it merely tinted them with a smoky glaze that left nothing to the imagination and, however impossible it might be, the bottom was worse as it clung tightly to every contour of her pussy, its smoky tint merely highlighting the shadows between her legs and bringing the fullness of her pussy into sharp relief. To her great relief, a man quickly wrapped her in a beach towel and lead her up to a somewhat secluded stretch of sand over on the private side of the beach.
Anna stammered out her thanks, and the man told her to think nothing of it and suggested that she might want to wait here until her bathing suit dried out before rejoining her friends. Yet in spite of his kind words and gentlemanly actions, Anna saw that he looked at her with a hunger.
“You should give him a reward,” said the small quiet voice.
“What kind of reward?” asked Anna.
“You know, the kind of reward a princess would give the prince who has saved her from a fate worse than death,” replied the voice.
“But I don’t have anything to give him,” said Anna.
“Sure you do,” the voice replied, “Give him a hug and a kiss, he’s sure to appreciate that. Besides, he’s as old as your father and nothing bad ever came from hugging or kissing your father, has it?”
“Well, no,” thought Anna, and he is kinda cute. So, Anna reached over to the man and, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissed him on the cheek. As she did so, she let the towel fall from around her body and pressed her body against his.
“What kind of reward is that?” said the voice. “Kiss him properly, kiss him on the mouth.”
So Anna did: she pressed her lips against his, instinctively opening her mouth slightly, and gently ran her tongue invitingly over his lips. Anna found herself being disappointed that this kiss, her best kiss (diligently practiced at every slumber party, a kiss that all her girlfriends assured her would have any boy instantly under her power) hadn’t engendered any form of response. In fact, the man had pulled his head slightly away from her and was pondering her face with those eyes, those beautiful brown lust-filled eyes.
“Are you sure?” the man asked.
“Say ‘yes,’” said the voice, “Say ‘yes, I want you to have me.’”
Anna found herself echoing the voice’s words. “Yes,” she whispered, “yes, I want you to have me,” as she reached up to kiss him again. This time the man kissed her back, his tongue playing over her lips, dancing with hers. There were teasing kisses, passionate kisses, kisses that seemed to go on forever, and kisses that promised there was more pleasure to come. At some point, the man had picked her up and had carried her into one of the private homes that abutted this section of the beach, but Anna was so caught up in those kisses, those wonderful kisses that she paid little attention to that.
Those kisses didn’t stop as the man laid Anna down onto the silk sheets that covered his bed, nor did those kisses stop as he undid the ties that held her bikini in place. As he trailed kisses down her body, Anna discovered that the kisses got even better. She gasped as he kissed and licked her breasts - why hadn’t any one told her that kissing could be this good? - but then it got better as his lips and tongue found her nipples. By the time he had kissed his way down to her pussy, she was panting and moaning in pleasure and she knew, instinctively, that she was on the verge of something wonderful. As he began to run his tongue over her pussy, nuzzling and kissing her clit, her first orgasm coursed through her body and she called out her pleasure for the entire world to hear.
The man raised himself from the bed, abandoning her briefly as he removed his swim trucks. As he laid back down, Anna caught glimpse of his erect cock and, for the briefest of moments, thought that she had better stop this before things went to far, but then he began to kiss her again and she let herself give in to the pleasure of those kisses. Soon she found herself lying under the man, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock brushing against her pussy and across her clit, her body arching up against his, encouraging him.
He entered her in a single motion and the pain as his adult-sized cock tore through her hymen and stretched out her small cunt brought her crashing down. The pain burned through her pleasure and she was left feeling like she was being ripped in two. She wanted to cry out in pain, but the small voice said, “Sorry, I can’t let you do that. It would ruin the moment for him.” Instead, she heard herself moan, “Oh Daddy, that feels so good.”
Those words seemed to make his hard cock even harder and he began to pound into her over and over. Each thrust brought with it a little less pain and a little more pleasure, but Anna knew that she was nowhere near that peak that would bring about her release. Yet her body and voice continued to betray her: she met each of his thrusts with one of her own and she continued to moan as if she was in ecstasy. Eventually, she felt him shudder and flood her cunt with something warm. As he pulled out, Anna made plans to grab her bikini, run out of the house, find her friends, and head home as quickly as possible.
“But you’re not done yet,” said the voice. “You have to clean him up.”
“How do I do that? I don’t have anything,” replied Anna.
“You’ve got a mouth and a tongue, don’t you?” the voice jeered, and Anna found herself kneeling over the man, taking his semi-erect cock in her hand and guiding it into her mouth. She carefully licked and sucked his cock clean, swallowing the mixture of her juices and his cum that covered it. She continued her ministrations until it was glistening with her spit and had grown erect again. Then, as the voice commanded her, she got on her hands and knees and asked in her sweetest, little girl voice, “Won’t you please fuck my ass, Daddy?”
If that first penetration of her pussy had been painful, that first thrust into her ass was indescribable. It was as if a white-hot coal has been placed at the center of her being and was burning its way through her body. It knocked the breath out of her and she began to pant rapidly to keep from passing out. Thankfully, mercifully, he came quickly and the voice allowed her to drop to the bed as her pain ebbed. The man kissed her briefly, told her that she was a wonderful fuck and that he’d be back soon with something to eat and drink.
He brought back a chilled bottle of white wine and an assortment of fruit and cheese, and with the voice guiding her, they spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening eating, fucking, and making small talk. At some point, Anna found herself enjoying being fucked and before too long found herself being able to reach orgasm in synchrony with the man. By the time the voice decided it was time to go, Anna was even orgasming when the man fucked her in the ass. As she pulled her bikini back on, Anna thanked the man for a wonderful evening and then she wandered back on to the beach to find her friends.
Her parents found her walking across the beach’s public parking lot at midnight, looking as if she had been ravished by a dozen men: her hair mussed, a few drops of cum still adorning her face and shoulders, and her bikini askew. They asked her to explain what happened, but got no reply other than she had had a marvelous afternoon at the beach. It was no wonder, then that Anna found herself grounded for the summer.
The bikini lay on her bed taunting her, reminding her that it was six months since her thirty-second birthday and she still had the figure it had given her when she was twelve. Anna thought to herself that perhaps this year she’d not put the bikini on, that she’d not go to the beach today. As she slipped the bikini’s top on, she thought that, perhaps this year she’d not seek out a man her father’s age and as she pulled on the bikini’s thong, she thought that perhaps this year she wouldn’t lose her virginity again.
When her roommates called up and said that they were ready to go, Anna pulled on her old beach wrap and slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops. As she headed down the stairs she felt the return of her innocence and knew this day at the beach would be just like the last twenty, that she would be, forever, 12.