Chapter 10
Nikki and Pat walked along the white sandy tropical beach in skimpy bikinis, carrying a blanket There was a full moon, and its rays silvered the calm sea as tiny kissing waves broke in balmy serenity.
Pat shivered at the thought of what she was walking toward. The memory of the truck driver Larry's brutal fucking of her, me beast-like lust of his friends as they took their fill of her defenseless cunt was still strong. Now another muscualr body would clutch her, squeeze her breasts, invade her quivering cuntlips ... The nude gentle embraces of women were so much nicer. Why did Nikki insist that she try this man's cock?
Her feet dragged. In spite of it, though, Pat felt sexy. Paula had been jittery and nervous all day and had finally gone to bed with a headache. So there had been no trouble about coming out to the beach, of course, but there had been no playing around either. No bedroom frigging.
Young as she was, Pat needed those bedroom friggings. They were in her blood. She only wished that she and Nikki were going to be alone tonight. Alone on the beach.
It might have made her even happier to be with Paula. Nikki was nice, but Paula was much older. There was something exciting about going down on an older woman's pussy. A mature woman who was stern and yet kind at the same time.
The sand tickled. And feeling like a little girl suddenly made sense. Pat was a little girl and not just because of the sand between her toes, either. It was the way she felt. It was a need. But what was the little girl looking for? A mother? The mother she couldn't remember?
"There, honey. See?"
"Huh?" Pat went stiff. "Yes, I see him."
"Relax. It won't be so bad."
"Nikki, I said I'd lay for him. So you don't have to keep encouraging me. I'm doing it because you want me to."
"No, kid, that's not the reason. You're doing ti because it's the right thing to do."
Pat shrugged. Nikki just didn't understand. Maybe even being alone with Nikki wouldn't have been so much fun now. Someone of Paula's age would be nicer. But Paula was up there in her bedroom nursing a nervous headache. Paula didn't understand, either. Didn't anybody understand?
Well, it was too late for such thoughts now. Burt had spotted them. From a distance he looked quite nice. But coming closer he lost his charm. His muscualr chest was ugly. Oh, maybe not really ugly, but how could it be pretty without curved breasts? And his legs weren't very shapely. Then too, those tight swim-trunks made him look almost silly.
"Hi, girls."
Nikki did all the talking. "Hello, Burt. I see you made it out all right. Brenda asleep?"
"Just about. I told her I was going to take a quick dip. But shell drop off and be out until morning. Anyway, there's no hurry."
"Yes, there is. Pat has the shakes. Since we all know what we're here for, let's get to it. Getting started humping is going to be the hardest part. Spread the blanket, hmmmm?"
A chill rippled up Pat's spine. But she knew that she couldn't back out now. Nikki was too insistent. If it had to be done, haste might make it easier. Certainly there was no need for any romantic buildup.
Pat stood in the middle of the spread blanket. Bravely, she reached back and unfastened her bikini top. Then, without giving herself a chance to hesitate, she peeled out of the brief bottom garment and posed naked.
She saw their eyes upon her. Burt took a step toward her and she wished with all her might that it was Nikki who was to make love to her. Or Paula. Or anyone. Anyone but this-this man. Only it was Burt and nobody else and he had her in his arm and they were tumbling to the blanket and he was yanking at his trunks and crushing her. She shuddered.
It hurt. But what hurt worse was the fact that Nikki was no longer there. Nikki had run off into the ocean and left them alone. Nikki just didn't understand.
"Baby ... ah...."
How stupid! Burt was puffing and huffing like the wolf blowing down the houses of the three little pigs. He was actually enjoying shoving his cock in and fucking her. He must have thought she was enjoying it, too. Now his mouth was slobbering all over hers.
Disgusting.
But not to Burt. Not to the man. He was getting what he wanted, he was using her, crushing her, splitting her and he was having a great time and puffing and shoving his cock into her cunt "Ah! So that's it'"
The voice sounded from a distance. Burt looked up and then started scrambling to his feet. "Come on, Pat. It's Brenda. Run for the water, baby. Run!"
The shock was too much and Pat couldn't stir. She saw Burt grab his trunks and race for the shoreline to disappear where Nikki had gone. She saw the mountainous figure of Brenda bearing down on her.
A very angry Brenda.
As she looked at the angry face, she knew that she alone was left as the culprit. She alone would have to take the brunt of the huge woman's wrath.
"So it's you, Pat. Sneaking out here and fucking my man! Little snip. Oh, you little-"
"But I didn't, I didn't want to. I didn't even like it Please, Brenda, it wasn't my fault"
"No? Not your fault? Hah!"
Pat winced as the woman hauled her upright. But she felt paralyzed and couldn't fight back. Brenda caught her hair in a powerful grip, bunching it at the nape of the neck. With her free hand, the heavy-set woman flailed away.
There was a whimper first and as the palm struck her cheeks again, and again, the whimper became tearful. Pat covered before the vicious slaps, but there was no escape. When she tried to avoid the blows, it availed her nothing and the hand found a new target. Now it was her breasts that were getting slapped. And then her quivering asscheeks.
It hurt. It hurt like blazes. And yet there was another feeling that wasn't painful at all. Brenda was so big and strong and powerful. But Brenda was a woman too. With all of a woman's softness. She even smiled like a woman. How could there be real pain in something like that?
"Little slut!"
"No. Please don't say-"
"Shut up. Oh, if you were only my daughter. Then you'd really get it. I'd know how to handle you."
Pat moaned. A sharp slap lashed her buttocks. Her face hurt, the inside of her mouth felt raw. There was an ache in the region of her breasts. Her ass stung. But when the grip on her hair slackened she did not run.
It was so strange. One minute she was standing there in front of the woman, watching that great bosom heave up and down in deep gulps for breath. An instant later she was sinking her head upon that bosom and burying her tear-stained face in the mature womanliness of it.
The motherliness.
"Baby ... oh, my baby...."
She remembered other people calling her that. But it was never like this. It wasn't the same at all. Brenda really meant it. It was right, Pat knew somehow, no matter how weird it seemed to be, it was right. She was Brenda's baby.
For her wickedness, she had been punished. That was right, too. After punishment-love! Yes, that was right, as right as anything in the world had ever been. Love.
But she knew instinctively that Brenda didn't realize how intense this sudden development had become. The woman was stroking her hair, soothing, petting her, crooning little words of compassion into her ear. The fury had spent itself and left only emotional upheaval that was seeking an outlet in this intimate but sexless embrace. The tenderness of a mother for her chastised little girl.
Only it wasn't sexless.
Not to Pat. Not to Brenda, either, she was sure. They were aware there was a need for more. An urgent need for even greater closeness. She twisted her neck and got her face inside Brenda's blouse. The tit-flesh bulging above the brassiere was like a soft pillow. She kissed it fervently.
"Pat, what are you-"
"Let me. Let me love you."
Brenda swayed. Her knees sagged under her weight and she crumpled to the blanket. Pat went down with her and they writhed together in mad search for more and more of this new hump-thrill that they were tasting.
Fingers fumbled. The bra loosened, spilling the woman's big tits out into the open. She made small noises of protest, but Pat could only ignore them as she continued her quest for the elusive mystery. She fastened her sucking lips to the soft skin and lost herself in its perfumed magic.
It was a whirlpool of feeling. Weird sounds rose in her throat as it became all but unbearable. She ached. Her flesh smarted. But her lips and hands met with no resistance, and the wave of pleasure that washed over her was like a miracle. The miracle. The one she had never experienced.
Pat was being a good girl for Brenda now as her mouth curled over the nipples of Brenda's soft, yielding breasts. They hardened and jutted between Pat's lips under the insistent caressing of her tongue. Brenda parted her full thighs and her fleshy white asscheeks shimmered restlessly as Pat's lips went to her navel, hiden between two folds of flesh on her heaving belly. One of the hands urged Pat's dark bush-hair lower, and as the girl boldly mouth her intimate cuntlips with passionate rhythm, she wheezed happily.
"That's my good little girl!" Brenda screamed joyously as the fierce, uncontrollable spasms of release traversed her writhing cunt and entire body....