Chapter 10
Here I was. Emily was away for the weekend and I had come to our summer place at the shore. It was deserted, practically, this time of the year, but I didn't care. I wasn't chicken, and besides, I knew damned well that that handsome hunk of man would be there this weekend. That was the only reason why I really went.
I put on my sexiest two-piece bikini and began walking casually down the beach, until I saw him sun bathing on his beach. I began swaying my hips back and forth, and when I was sure he saw me, I smiled.
His own smile began at the corners of his lips. But then it spread across his mouth and he was smiling freely at me ... broadly, and his perfect white teeth shined in the sunlight
"Hi, there!" he called out to me.
"Hi," I managed to say, as I walked the few short steps closer to him.
"Out for a stroll?" he asked casually.
"Yes, but that's not all," I answered, smiling even more broadly now and letting him dangle, throwing him a lightly veiled proposition.
"Well, if you're not out for just a pleasure stroll, I take it you've come to see me since I'm the only person left down here."
"Yes, I did, as a matter-of-fact."
"I'm glad to hear that"
"I'm even gladder to hear that," I said, seductively, without wanting to put up any barriers, without wanting to hide anything.
"Where's your sister? She usually comes down here with you," he asked.
"Emily is back in the city. She had some things to attend to, this weekend."
"That's too bad."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, a nice young girl, like yourself, out here all by yourself. That doesn't seem quite right."
"I could say the same."
"What do you mean like that?"
"I mean, a nice looking guy like yourself, built like an Adonis, out here, spending your whole summer. And now that summer is gone, you're still out here, all by yourself. I haven't even seen you with anyone this summer. Don't you get lonely?"
"No," he replied.
"How can you not," I asked, moving closer to him.
"I just don't," he replied, nonchalantly-too nonchalantly for me to believe him.
"Well don't you need ... any companionship ... female, that is?"
Yeah, I suppose I do."
"Well, what do you do about that problem?"
"Not much."
"I can't understand that. A guy who looks as good as you, has a body like yours, and a...."
I stopped. I didn't want to get too bold too fast. After all, this is really the first time I met this stud. I didn't know what he was like and didn't know what he wanted. I didn't know what he'd enjoy. I was here. I was making myself available to him, and if he had half a brain in his head, he'd know it. And if he didn't, I'd know that soon enough, too, and take over from there.
He slowly got up and stood in the sand, stretching his body to its full size. By quick calculating, I took a guess that he was about six-two and from what I saw when I let my eyes move down over his chest and stare brazenly at the tremendous, long, thick lump in his bathing suit, I imagined that when it was hard and ready, it must have been about an even foot long.
"What's the matter? Are you cold, or something?" he asked, as I stood there, shivering in the hot sun from the sight of that enticing lump in his trunks.
"No ... I'm not cold. I'm quite warm, as a matter-of-fact. And I just had a nice tall drink before I started out on my little walk."
"Well, why are you shivering?"
"I don't know," I lied.
"Maybe it's too much sun."
"Maybe," I answered, trying desperately to tear my eyes from that spot in his trunks.
"Maybe we should move out of the sun, then. Why don't we go up there where the house shades the sand a little bit."
I was sure that my face was beet red. I was sure that he saw me staring at him, watching him. But I tried to act casual.
"Sure," I answered, moving slowly up along the beach toward the shade of the house.
When we were protected from the sun, he pointed down toward a blanket spread out. "Why don't we make ourselves comfortable?" he said.
"Sure," I answered, moving down onto the blanket and making myself comfortable in a most provocative position.
"If there's anything I can get for you, please feel free."
His towering frame left me speechless. For the first time in my life I couldn't get a word out of my mouth. I couldn't say anything. I was worried that if I said anything at all, the words would come tumbling out of my mouth, I'd scream at him to rip my suit off me, get that solid prick of his ready and pound it into my pussy; give it good love, good fuck, good hump. Right here, on the open beach with the sand pressing against my back and his big hairy chest pressing my tits flat against the weight of his body.
But slowly, I gained control of myself. I smiled and tried to make small talk.
"Nice weather we've been having this summer."
"Yeah," he answered, seemingly uninterested in the weather. That was a good sign.
"I notice you aren't too interested in talking about the weather. What do you want to talk about," I asked, coyly, moving over closer to him.
"How about talking about your pussy, baby?" he said trying to shock me.
"Sure," I said. "Why don't we? Let's talk about this lovely little pink pussy of mine. And let's talk about that big, thick, hot swinging piece of meat of yours making its way up there. How's that sound for starters?"
"That's fine by me, baby," he said, turning on to his stomach on the blanket and resting his head in his hands.
My hand reached out and rested on his huge, firm bicep.
"And, while we're at it, we can talk about that gorgeous body of yours. All those hard, rippling muscles that are men."
"Thanks," he answered. "You don't have such a bad body, yourself. As a matter-of-fact, one of the best I've ever seen."
"Thank you," I answered, feeling a little more confident, now, and moving in even closer.
We continued playing cat and mouse with each other for quite awhile. Talking about cunt, cock, sucking and fucking, until, at last, he wasn't answering me and I was carrying on a conversation on my own.
Then suddenly he turned to face me and I saw that all the talk about pussy and cock had really aroused him and his big, swinging, hot, thick dick was bigger than any man should have. I didn't think it was possible for anybody to have a cock the size of this guy's. But it was true. I saw it with my own eyes, bulging ... straining against the material of his bathing suit.
I was rendered speechless, once again. The two of us lying there in the sand, staring at each other. I couldn't believe what I saw before my eyes. No matter how many times I looked down at his prick I just couldn't believe it! Couldn't believe it was possible. But I knew that when I felt it sliding up my slit, spreading me wide and filling me to the hilt, I'd believe it.
Slowly I reached down and closed the distance between us and let my hand rub over the thick, heavy bulge in his bathing suit. My fingers stopped, just in front of his large trunk and I lowered my hand ever so slowly, until just my finger tips rested on his large cock. And I felt it stiffen ... throb ... responding to my touch.
He moaned out and I knew I was turning him on as much as he was turning me on.
"Do it harder, baby," he groaned. And my own fingers responded to his words, to his command.
I thought, at last, we were finally going to have some cock action when he reached out to me, pulled me over, dragging me across the blanket in one of his large, massive arms. His big strong fingers reached behind my back and undid the clasp of my bikini top. He let it drop free and my big, fleshy tits came into view, inches away from his hot, staring glare. "That's some set of knockers you've got there, baby."
"But nothing like this," I answered as my hand took hold of his pulsing staff. His sac held the two biggest nuts I had ever felt. "You probably scramble up some load with these," I said, squeezing it gently.
"Enough to fill you two or three times over, baby. And that's just what I'm going to do. It's been quite a time since I dropped my laden juice into a cunt, and today, when it happens, you'll know what it's like to get a good fuck. That cunt hole will not only be filled, it'll be running out!"
"It sounds delicious," I said, smiling up at him. I was so fucking cock crazy at this point that anything would turn me on-anything this muscle man, anything this cunt maniac wanted to do to me would be fine. I'd be his willing slave if only he'd get the show on the road before I lost my mind completely.
"How about a little warming up exercise." he said, smiling down into my face.
"I'm sure as hell for anything you want," I moaned up at him, letting my hand travel up over his hairy chest and onto the tremendous biceps.
As his huge hand took hold of my tit I began to shiver and quake all over again. I tried to steel myself, tried to think of something other than that big, beautiful cock of his. I knew that if my head were filled with those thoughts, I'd flip long before it was time.
His fingers worked lazily on my tit, tracing little circles around the nipple, sending thrills and chills throughout my body. Sending sensations to the depth of my pussy, springing my system for the final plunge even before it began or was due.
"You sure as hell have a beautiful body. You can turn a man on like no other broad I know."
"I don't seem to be doing such a hot job of it this time."
"What do you mean, you're not doing such a hot job of it? Fed that rod of mine and tell me if you aren't doing such a good job of it," he said as he pushed his groin toward me tauntingly.
"Well I wish the hell you'd throw that into me. Wish you'd give me that bone between my legs."
"I told you before, baby, time. All good things take awhile. All good things come to a girl's pussy who wait and work.
"But even better things come to girls who fuck soon," I answered. "Dammit, will you please get up and fuck me!" I screamed at him. "You're driving me mad, you big cocked stud bastard! Fuck me, please fuck me!"
"Look, baby, you came to play in my house, and in my house, we play by my rules. And we play my game, got it?"
"Yes," I answered. I didn't want to anger him or lose my chance at that shaft of his. He was the only one around, and if I didn't get him, I'd really be up a creek.
"Don't worry about it baby. I'm going to stretch that pussy of yours like it's never been done. You may have had bigger cocks than mine, but you've never had a better one!"
I knew I couldn't push the matter. He was boss, and all I could do was play his game-by his rules-whatever they were. At this point, I didn't really care what his rules were. I was ready ... ready for just anything!
This woman fucker, whore-master wasn't kidding when he said he'd turn me on. Right now he had me feeling more womanly and more depraved than I had ever felt in my whole life. He had me hotter than I thought I could ever be-and nothing serious had yet happened. I felt like I was the only woman in the whole world, and he was the only man ... the only cock available to me.
He made me want to do things I had never done. I didn't even know what they were ... crazy, wild things, anything to get that meat on my insides. I wanted to reach out and suck on his nipples ... I wanted him to squat over me and let me suck his pendulous balls, run my tongue up the crack of his ass and prime it for a rim job.
"Strip!"
His single command took be unexpectedly and I jumped up, even before I realized what I was doing, and unsnapped the lower half of my bikini and let it fall away from me. He just lay there, passive, yet watching my every move, taking in my whole body with his glance.
"Get over here ... get over me and squat. I want to see if we can get that pussy to come to life," he said, low and enticing.
I straddled him and slowly lowered my hips onto his face. With his massive hands, he lifted me off him so that I was actually sitting on his hands. His face but inches away from my throbbing, hungry slit. "What would you like, baby?" he asked me in a low, horny tone.
"Oh, anything," I moaned. "Just anything. Fuck me; get that rod into my crying cunt and fuck me. Suck me, snap that pussy off; I don't care what you do ... fuck me ... suck me ... anything, but give me relief."
What was wrong with me. Here he had me burning up and he just laid there, calm as a cucumber. The only sign of passion or excitement was his stiff cock still in his trunks. And as I looked over my shoulder at that monstrous bulge, I detected a small moist spot where the head of his tool was bunched. I was encouraged, but it only made me want him more.
"Without warning I felt his tongue brushing lightly against the lips of my twitching pussy. I reached down quickly and pulled the lips apart, bearing my clitoris for him. He teased it and twicked it with his tongue until he had me squirming on his hands. Then he took it between his lips and sucked ... hard ... trying to pull it into his mouth. And all the while, his tongue was torturing it. I could feel it in his mouth, hard and stiff, and every movement, no matter how slight, sent chills through my whole body. I was sitting there, my legs spread wide, shaking as though I were in a deep freeze. All I could do was moan in-coherendy. Words couldn't even form. I just babbled at him, begged him to take more of me, begged him to have me, then, there.
Without warning he lifted me off him and stood up. I fell in a heap on the blanket and began to spread myself, sure that this was the moment.
"Take 'em off!" he demanded of me. Stunned, I looked at him. There he stood, his feet spread, hands on his hips, and all that marvelous meat bunched up in his trunks. And still he showed no real indication of being excited as most of my men did. His cock continued to twitch in the cell formed by the jock he was wearing, but he was calm in every other way.
"Take 'em off me!" he demanded again.
Without hesitation I reached up and slipped his trunks down his legs, and held them while he stepped out of them. When I looked up, there hung his fantastic pole, the likes of which I could never expect to see again.
I grabbed hold of it with my hands and began fondling it.
"Come on, baby, turn me on. You can do better than that you filthy bitch. You wanted it, now earn it. Make love to it. It's the biggest cock this side of paradise, and for you, if you work it right, it can be paradise. Treat it like you know it deserves. Show me that you want it."
"Yes ... yes ... oh, yes," I mumbled, the drool filling my mouth and beginning to seep out the corners. "Yes, oh, let me at it," I managed as I latched on to it with my mouth.
The head was large, round, and yet soft and spongy. As my lips took it in my tongue darted around it, wetting it in preparation for its main task.
"Is it what you wanted? Is it what you've been waiting for?" he said, thetoneof his voice making me feel even more degraded than I knew I must look at this moment.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes," I said, the head of his dick still lodged in my face.
I felt his hands press against the back of my head and his hot, horny cock crawl still further into my mouth. The head was pressing against the back of my throat, now and I couldn't take any more of it. I tried to pull back, but he matched my pressure and increased his. I could feel the constant pressure holding his hot cock fast against the back of my throat.
And then I felt the head of his cock begin to throb, slowly and steadily, and with each throb, it would edge itself deeper into me. When it was small, it would slip in further because of its flexibility and the pressure he was maintaining on the back of my head. When it would throb, it would expand and stretch my throat so as to make another advance.
The tears were falling freely down my cheeks and I was now struggling to get away. I tried to look up and all I could see was a lecherous grin on his lips. The feeling was getting the better of me; millions of lights began to flash in my head and I heard a ringing in my ears.
Off in the distance, very far away, I could hear his voice; "that's it, baby. Suck that cock. Let me see it all in there. Love it, cunt. Eat it, whore. You wanted it, now take it...."
I was weak. I was only staying on my knees because he was still holding my head, but every muscle in my body had gone on strike. I couldn't even focus my eyes; I could only feel, as though far away, the tingling sensation of his pubic hairs brushing against my lips. I had done it. I had swallowed that fantastically huge piece of meat.
Suddenly I felt the pressure relaxing on the back of my head and my body began to sag. But his cock stayed lodged in my throat and it was the only thing holding me erect.
He slowly began to bend his knees, letting me fall back to the blanket, still hanging with his pole down my throat.
"So now, are you ready to fuck?"
I couldn't answer.
"Do you still want to feel this staff up that pussy of yours? Think you can take it? Think you can do it justice? Let's see what a humpy whore can really do to a man's cock."
By this time he was laid out, spread eagled, his manhood throbbing in the air, teasingly.
"Take it, baby. It's all yours. Come on, get on it and ride," he said, swirling his hips on the blanket and making his erect cock sway, tauntingly.
"Oh, God, let me have it," I moaned, my strength slowly coming back. "Shove it into me. Let me have it ... let me feel it filling my hole. Fuck me, oh, fuck me.
"No, baby, you do the fucking. It's here for you, but you have to take it. It isn't going to do a thing but lend itself to you, but you have to take it all if you take any. I've gotta see that twat of yours stretched around my meat and the only way to see it is to let you take it from me. So get on it ... now!"
I couldn't resist the offer. I got over him and began to settle myself into position. But even before I could do that, I felt the head pressing against my moist, hot lips. That soft spongy head seeming to take me over and finding its own way into my canal.
Slowly I settled down over him as he raised his head to see the action. I could feel the bigness of him filling me, deeper and deeper, until I thought I would split wide open. But I didn't care. I wanted it ... needed it ... had to have it. And so I let the weight of my body rest full on his cock, and I was sure I had gotten him all.
"Come on, baby. That's not good enough. Take it all. I don't want to see any of it left on the outside. Open up that pussy and make love with it. Ride it; let me see the length of it slip, in and out of that dripping hole of yours."
His talk inflamed me. My juices started to flow and already they were oozing out of my hole and running freely down his cock.
"Wait a minute," he said, as he quickly dislodged himself. He started pulling the sand into a mound under the blanket and as soon as he was through, he placed his ass on the top of the mound. His crotch was completely raised to me, now. I could have all I wanted of him.
I got over him a second time and without hesitation I fell onto him. He was holding my tits, keeping me in an upright position and I was swallowing his cock, feeling both pleasures and pains I had never before felt.
"That's it, baby. Ride that stud meat. Let me see you really ride. Don't hold back on me. Turn me on. Love that staff; take it all. Right to the hilt. Come on, you slut, you know what it's for so let me see you use it."
His talk spurred me on and I bounced even harder; up and down, up and down, the sensations driving me to sexual heights that took me over, completely.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, but I didn't care, I went right on riding his upright cock, thrilling at the feeling of that impossible piece of meat scraping the walls of my hole.
I looked down and saw that his crotch had turned a bright pink. I was bleeding! But I didn't care. The feeling was too good. The more I bounced, the redder he became. And it excited me, for I saw the excitement in his face, felt the excitement creeping over his body and down to his cock.
"Now you've got it, whore. Now you're mine. Now you know what it's like to have a man in you. You'll never forget this fuck. Ride it slut! Take it all; all the way. Let me see the head and then nothing. Let me feel it probe into your guts. Let me feel that heavy load of my nuts crawl up that hole and splash out again. Fuck you cunt. Fuck! Bitch! Whore! Take it, take it all!"
I couldn't stand it any longer; I wanted to stop but something drove me on. I had come so many times I was exhausted, yet I still wanted to continue. My juices and my blood had completely saturated his crotch, matted his hair, turned his whole groin area into a mass of sticky flesh.
I was bouncing so furiously I didn't realize what was happening. His cock started to swell, and I could feel the massive head up in my twat getting still bigger, getting tighter in my pussy, increasing the flow of my juices.
And then it happened. With a quick move he pulled my legs out from under me and allowed my entire weight to settle on his cock. I could feel the burning head of his rod in my painfully stretched cunt pushing up deeper, still deeper into me.
I squirmed my body, working my pussy and trying to get his balls. But it was too late. A moan started in his throat and quickly increased to a yell, and I could feel the end. The searing heat of his cum was flooding my insides, and I was drinking it in. My pussy was thrilling at every drop.
When he turned loose of my feet, I again squatted over him and pounded a little more. I had still a little juice of my own to get rid of before I could quit. His cock was drenched in the juices. I could see the white globs of his cum smeared all over it and his stomach. And finally I came one last time. My strength left me in an instant, and I tumbled oft him into a heap. His semi-hard cock lay across his leg still throbbing feebly, still oozing little bits of cream. And my gaping pussy couldn't hold anything back. It drained and drained.
He knew he had been fucked ... not by just any whore. And at the same time ... I knew I had been fucked, too!