A short story, dedicated to Officelady1, the muse and inspiration. Some of this, all of this, may very well be true. True in the sense, that if she has not been party to it yet, she assures me, that she may well accomplish it in the near future. Maybe we will all hear about that too?
No fish were hurt during the creation of this story, or for that matter seaweed. And if you ask Officelady1 on which beach it occurred, well, you might be lucky enough to get and answer and to find her on it one day, or better still, find her knee deep in the water, accepting the welcome tributes of large hard cocks.
Read on.
The sun beats down upon your shoulders and your long, toned outstretched legs, as you sit upon the towel, watching the few people enjoying the deepest of blue skies, reflected in the azure waters of the warm sea. Although your leopard-print bikini is small; your husband would say too small, to piously cover your rounded figure; you still feel overdressed, hot and a little sticky from the heat. You know however, that the white and black of the print, contrasts nicely with your smooth golden skin and long yellow, wavy hair; you also know exactly how much of your ‘skin’ you are showing, particularly to the young men that walk past, trying hard to conceal the fact, that they are being given the best view afforded to them in their young lives. You cannot help but smile at yourself, but you know, your teasing of these young men, is just getting you hotter, and stickier.
The sea looks inviting, cool and refreshing, so you turn to your husband to let him know you are going for a dip. But he has already fallen asleep. You cannot contain your disgust and grunt at him; standing to walk to the water’s edge to test the temperature.
Married for less than a month, the sexual excitement indicative of newlyweds, appears to already have grown dim in your husband’s eyes; yet your loins seem to be a permanently glowing ember, ready to ignite in a lust for sex, at the drop of a hat. Your appetite seemingly increasing exponentially with each day that passes. Each day of celibacy, each day that your urges go unfulfilled.
You new husband is not aware that you would normally masturbate, does not know what lingerie and saucy clothing you have brought along on your honeymoon, and has certainly never seen the like of the toys you now have in your bedside draw, in the hopes of them being used during your sex games together. Immediately however, it has become apparent that he is be too tired to even give you a chance to show him; too tired, or just not inclined? Either way, you are already questioning your reasoning for marriage. It was certainly not to do with what he has hanging between his legs!
You look back at him and can see straight up his shorts. There lies his sleeping cock, the length of your index finger, and when inside you, it feels no fatter. You look away, in disappointment, not so much at the size of his cock, but at yourself for marrying him.
Ahead in the water, your attention is drawn to the powerful strokes of a swimmer, skimming across the waves and moving at a speed you would not have felt possible. You find yourself walking out further into the water to view the muscular back of the person as they swim by, not more than ten feet in front of you. You gasp in admiration of the thick-set arms and the formidable thighs of the man. My arms, my thighs. Your stare, unflinching as I head up to the buoy, turn, and head back towards you. A sudden and overpowering urge of such lust and need overwhelms you, that you find yourself treading out further into the water, knowing that I am on an intercepting course. You wait, hope and pray, that my face is a perfect as my body and that the contact between us, will be as exciting as you image it.
At the last minute however, you see me disappear beneath the water and cannot help but sigh in disappointment, as my shadowy form, glides by you, shark-like, inches you’re your legs. You turn slowly in the deep water. Water, which is already up to your breasts, causing them to rise with buoyancy, the jiggling motion has your nipples excited, as they clearly show beneath your flimsy top. Or perhaps it is the body of the male swimmer that has fired your lust? With your turn completed, you find that I am not there.
Suddenly you feel a brush upon your hips, and turn again in the water, still seeing nothing there. But as you move your legs, turning a full circle, your realise that the brush on your hips was not some random piece of seaweed, or a fish or some flotsam. For three feet away from you, you discover your bikini bottoms are sailing on the waves, being picked up by the wind and driven towards the beach. You cry out and make a lunge for them, but at that point, feel my large powerful hands grasping your hips and buttocks in a vice-like grip. Your forward motion aiding my lips to find and nuzzle against what is, your already prominent clitoris. Before you are fully aware what has happened, I am both sucking upon you and pressing my tongue onto your most sensitive of bulging nerve endings.
You cry out in shock, at my presence, my touch and at your molestation. But the cry quickly diminishes and becomes a long, loud and drawn out groan, as my tongue and lips take full advantage of your nakedness and your lust-primed, pouting lips. Swollen, ready and needing the attention I am giving them. You are already lost to my attentions, you know as well as I that they are far from unwanted. In fact you want my attentions, any attentions, desperately. I bob my head above water to grab a breath, and hear your panting and gasping as you swivel to check that your husband is still sleeping. He is, but you notice your bikini bottoms have now washed up on the shore directly before him. You are surprised however, at how little your lustful body seems to care; little wonder, as with a spasm of infinite pleasure, you are reminded of what an experienced set of lips and tongue can do to your aching pussy.
My mouth sucks hard upon your vulva, limpet like, drawing your clit out further, my tongue, strumming on your love button. You gasp loudly as one of my fingers slips within your cleft, finding you more than ready. I press a large fingertip upon your vaginal sphincter and test the tightness, pressing on it like one would a door bell. I tease you, as my head bobs once more to the surface for air. “Finger yourself and turn around,” I command, already pushing on your hips to aid in the process, “then bend until your breasts are in the water. Watch your man, as I feast upon his wife.”
Your body cannot resist my cajoling hands, and with your bare bum now facing me, you complicitly bend, allowing me to lick upon your expanded vaginal folds and I feel your fingertips slip onto your clitoris and rotate about the little swelling.
“FUCK!” You suddenly shout out as I stab forwards with my tongue, entering you. I curl my almost prehensile tongue inside you, probing, scooping at your insides, before pulling out then stabbing forwards again. “FUCK YES!” Your fingers move more urgently, and you do not notice my hand snaking between you opened legs, until my fingers pull upon the front tie to you bikini top, releasing your breasts to the gentle caresses of the water. Your nipples have been hard for a while and appreciate the attention the sea is mow giving them.
You watch absently, as your top takes the same short journey to the beach and wonder how the fuck you are going to recover both items without your husband knowing. Or without anyone else seeing your naked, sexually aroused body. But you realise it is already too late, to worry about that, as he is now sitting up looking at you. Just as my tongue finds your anal sphincter and begins to circle around the delicate, sensitive flesh there.
Your legs are in tremor as I slide two fingers into your eager vagina, slowly fucking you and begin to probe your anus with the very tip of my tongue. You now know, there is nothing that you can do to stop the orgasm that is fast approaching, and that it will be in full view of your husband, who has now risen to his feet and picked up you bikini panties, holding them inquisitively in your direction.
“Oh no….. OH FUCK….” It is too late, your orgasm is upon you and your husband knows it too.
Within your lust, your hand thrashes in the water, making it boil between your legs. Your fingers are well practiced in the art of stimulating your clitoris which has grown proud and is reaching a sensitivity that has your body in spasm every time your fingers stray near it, but you want this orgasm, you need it. What is more, you suddenly realise that you want your husband to see it, to know exactly what is happening to you.
My tongue has pierced into your anus, and is forcing its way into you, in rhythm with my long, large fingers, as I slip in a third and pump your cunt, the stretched skin at the entrance, gripping on my slippery fingers, as they violate you again and again. “Oh shit,” you pant/cry out. “I’m coming, ugh, I’m coming!” It is a virginal experience for us both. The first time that you have been naked in the sea, with your fingers strumming your clit, the first time you are being finger-fucked by a complete stranger, a stranger with his tongue so far inside your arse, that you feel like it is equal to the size of your husband’s little prick.
It is virginal for me too, as having admired you from afar; having walked past you and been a victim of your teasing. My fantasies of doing this to you, are no-longer beyond my wildest of dreams. For as you scream and cry out in your orgasms, I know that dreams can come true, but more than that, I know that I now need to fuck you, that I own you, that you deserve a fucking too.
As you try to recover your breath, both legs shaking from your orgasms, hands upon your knees supporting you. Your eyes are upon your incredulous husband, as he stands transfixed upon the beach, his mouth open. He has heard your cries of lust, can see your flushed body; watched as you approached and spasmed in orgasm and cannot believe that you have just masturbated, publicly, whilst completely naked in the sea, he calls to you, “Christine?”
The waves brush upon your nipples, as your breasts jiggle across the surface, another spasm has caught hold of you, due to me withdrawing my fingers from your vagina. My turn has come. I raise behind you slowly, like Poseidon and stab forwards, your open folds are clear for me to see and my exposed cock-head contacts you before you know what I am doing. Before you can react, I have already entered you a full two inches, making you cry out in shocked, pleasurable lust.
“Hey, what the fuck?” Your husband screams out. But witnesses your reaction, and stands still in the foot of water, rather than rushes forwards.
“What? No..my husband..ohhhh fuckkk!” You scream as your back arches upwards, bringing your breasts completely out of the water, as my slow penetration of your wet cunt continues with a further two inches of my hard throbbing, pulsating meat. Despite your false protesting. My hands grasp your breasts as I whisper to you. “You will fuck me now, Christine. Take it all, push your sweet arse into me.”
“My….my husband,” you pant. “He can see….what…you are…ohhh God that is good! Fuck you feel good inside me.”
“Fuck me Christine, take all of my cock into your tight cunt. You are mine now, I will not remove my cock until I have consecrated your womb with my seed.”
“Oh God yes, yes, fuck yes.” You slowly push yourself further onto me, and feel your insides stretching to accommodate a cock that is three times larger than your husband’s, in both length and girth. Even so, you are determined to have me to the hilt.
The effort of accepting my size, has your legs trembling again; you groan louder as you are now penetrated with six inches of granite hard, pulsing erection, within your vaginal sheath. You can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein, every throb as my cock stiffens still further. But what is more, you know there is still more of me to take, and that both excites and frightens you. “Is my cock making you come again Christine?”
“Uh-huh, ohhh yes, it is… it feels…. oohhh FUCK! It feels huge…”
I pull upon both of your nipples, elongating them, pinching tightly, before letting them both go. Your firm breasts sway gently as I inch out of your cunt. Your vaginal drool dribbles into the sea, as the great mass of water subsides, emulating the outward movement of my cock, and revealing to all on the beach, your completely naked body and its torment at being penetrated. “No!” you cry out, “don’t stop! Don’t pull out of me.” You scream whilst, looking into your man’s eyes, and slow some walkers on the beach, who turn and look with open eyes at you being fucked. It makes your judder in further excitement.
“I have no intention of stopping Christine.” My hands slip down from your breasts and grasp your waist.
“Christine, what…what are you doing….?” Your husband asks the inane question, hoping amongst hopes, that his eyes and now his ears, are deceiving him.
“Play with your nipples Christine,” I whisper at your ear, causing your body to tremble and break out in goose-bumps. “Let your husband see what is happening to you. Tell him, describe to him what this feels like and tell him that you are coming again at my behest.”
“Ohhhhfuck yes, yes!” You scream out, halting more walkers, who now equally watch, along with your husband, as you playfully twist both of your nipples. “Shit you’re huge, push that fucking cock back inside me. I’m coming, oh God he’s throbbing so much, and stretching my cunt. Give me all of your cock, finish in me, I want your come to soak my insides and fill me to the point of bursting!”
“As you wish Christine.” With one, long, slow, powerful thrust, the large bulbous head of my cock, disappears once more within the folds of your vagina. Pushing ever forwards, I grasp tightly onto your hips. “Fuck, fuck oh fuck, I’m coming….I’mmmm ooohhh.” Your hand falls to your belly as you feel my bulbous cock-head sliding along your vagina, until you finally feel my taught stomach, hard up against you back. I am fully home, fully inside you and your displaced insides are creating a small hump upon your stomach, you look down, placing a hand over it and feel my iron, girder of a cock, throbbing beneath your touch. Your full weight, you feel, could be supported, by what is currently penetrating deeply within you.
Your husband chokes a little and you look up at him, his cock has taken on a little more of a defined shape, but is still a small semi-turgid facsimile of what your vaginal muscles are being stretched by right now. His mouth drops further open at the sight of the wanton lust in your eyes, lust that he knows, is not directed at him.
Your right hand drops and snakes behind me, to grasp my buttock as you pull on me to capture every single micron of my hard flesh, before screaming at your husband, and the watchers. “This is a real cock! He..he has, just put…shit oh shit…he has just put it in and…and I am already coming…like you have never…fuck me, quickly, fuck me….I’m commmmming, huh, huh..GOD he’s getting bigger, shit yes, yes, fill me with your come, ejaculate inside me, please….oooooohhhhh GoDDDDD!”
You feel the pronounced ridge of my cock head ‘pistoning’ inside your sopping pussy as we pick up our pace. Your bum cheeks slapping against my thighs as you push back against me with a speed and urgency. Your husband is edging nearer, his mouth still open as he incredulously watches his new wife being thoroughly shafted before him. You are now a whore to the feelings my cock is giving you, and to the situation in which you find yourself. Your body is shaking so much, that you’ve become unsteady on your feet, so I loop my strong arm beneath your taught stomach and curl myself over your back, so that we appear even more like the rutting beasts we are. I look into your husband’s eyes and mutter “This is the third time I have made your bitch come. And now I am going to defile her cunt, and fill it full of my come.”
“JESUSSS!” You scream as you suddenly feel my cock pulse in the final throes of my fucking you, and then your insides are hit with a volcanic heat. My cock rammed so fully, so tightly into you, that you squeal in the pain/pleasure that it produces. Your eyes are shut tight as with animal grunts and screams, my ejaculation makes you orgasm so hard, your legs collapse and I let you slip to your knees in the water. Your husband now sees my cock for the first time, as do you. Your eyes look to his face for some sort of reaction to what you have just done, but you see him looking over your shoulder at me, so you twist and view the jutting flesh that is my cock, pointing directly at your face, as three final streams of ejaculate splash onto your face and into your hair. Large globs of my come dribble down your face, just as it dribbles from your gaping cunt into the sea. “Taste my come Christine. Lick it from your face.” Your eager, shaking hands, quickly oblige, thinking that I had had my fill, that it is all over. But my cock is not satisfied so easily, and still commands attention. You quickly realise, with widening eyes, that I am not getting soft.
“Drop your shorts.” I command your husband. “Get out your meagre cock.” I then turn to you. “Stand Christine. Let me see you dip your fingers into your gaping cunt, collecting my spent come. Plaster it about your husband’s cock, then suck him as he grasps your tits. I think it is time for me to punish your arse.”
“What?!” Your husband stutters. But it is already too late, for in the kneeling position you tug on his shorts bringing his cock into the open, as you feel my firm hands grip your hips once more.
“Oh God yes!” You moan, your trembling legs parting so that your fingers can collect my ejaculate. I spank your bare, taught arse several times, making you cry out on each spank, but not interrupting you from grabbing your husband’s cock in a sticky hand, slick with our sexual secretions upon it; to smother his pride and joy, as you feed it hungrily into your mouth.
The water has subsided quite a lot now, and the watchers on the beach can see all of your naked form, all of the length of my eight inch cock, all of your husband’s four inch cock, as they wait for you to be ‘spit-roasted’. A prospect that already has you quivering. As your fingers forced by habit, slip back between your wet, sticky vaginal folds once more.
You rock forwards as each slap across your flanks, forces you onto your husband’s cock. A cock that is already fully in your mouth, but is barely touching the back of your throat. A cock that you suck hard upon, none the less, but not because it is your husband, no; because it tastes of me and of you. A heady cocktail of juices that you have not experienced before. Your groans reverberate upon his small erection as each smack on your bare arse, makes your bum cheeks smart and produces a rosy-red hue upon them. I watch intently, as you dip your fingers into your dribbling pussy, my come now all over your wrist, as you force two, then three fingers into yourself.
“Do you enjoy being fucked before your husband, and all these people watching from the beach Christine?”
“Uh-huh, oh God yes, I know I’m a whore but…” you mouth about your husband’s cock, “it is so fucking hot…uggle…shit..!”
“I like watching you finger yourself Christine. Do you like to masturbate whilst being watched by strangers? By me?”
“Yes…yes I do…it pleases me to finger myself…..for you…”
“Do you finger yourself often Christine?”
“Yes,” you begin to pant louder and more frequently as my spanking is hitting its mark. “I love…. to finger…. myself at work, or…. here on the beach….. or in the park, anywhere, where I might be seen, it is so exciting!”