Chapter 5

Susan was at the beach, gazing at the broken reflection of the full moon in the waters of the Pacific ocean. The beauty of the scene had inspired her to take off her clothes and bask naked in the silver light. A cool offshore breeze tasseled her long hair and raised goose bumps in her white skin as she strolled along the deserted shoreline. Her bare feet left behind a trail of tiny imprints in the wet, hard-packed sand. Susan welcomed the assault of wind and salt spray upon her unprotected body. Being naked and outdoors gave her such an incredible feeling of being alive.

She needed that feeling right now, because her mind was in turmoil. She had come to this desolate beach not just to admire its beauty, but to think undisturbed. Within the past few weeks, her life had suddenly become much more complicated. Joe was pressuring her to run away with him. Susan had intended to have sex with him only once, but found she could not resist that twelve-inch cock. The two of them, therefore, had become regular lovers, sneaking off to fuck each other whenever they could. Their shrubbery reverberated with their lovemaking. Joe was tired of his job, tired of his wife, tired of his life in general, and Susan did not blame him. She was tired of the old ways, too. But Susan had not embarked upon her adulterous adventures to trade one husband for another. She still loved Howard, much as it surprised her to admit that, and did not want to leave him. She merely wanted the sex that was being denied to her.

The decision was a simple one, yet difficult to make. She sighed when she finally arrived at it. She would inform Joe tomorrow that they would have to slow down their relationship, perhaps not have sex for a while. It would break his poor, sweet heart, but it was necessary. He was starting to become obsessed with her, and she could not allow that. Obsessed men were a definite turn-off, big cock or no. An idea occurred to her that might make the parting less traumatic. Perhaps she could offer to take him under her wing, help him discover the joys of sex with other women. Of late, he had grown in confidence under her sexual tutelage and might welcome the chance to test the waters. She hoped that would be an adequate consolation prize.

Glad to have at last come to a decision regarding Joe, Susan turned her attention to the tide that was lapping at her feet. There was another reason she had come down here, she remembered. It had been a long time since she had last gone skinny-dipping. When she was a young woman she used to go skinny-dipping with her two best friends all of the time. Their favorite haunt was Deep Creek up in the San Bernardino mountains. Once, during the summer, she and her friends had invited three handsome boys along, but the wild orgy she had anticipated had never materialized. The boys—and Howard was one of them—were too shy to remove their clothes. They just stood along the bank of the creek watching the trio of pretty girls splash around in the water naked. The erections they hid were enormous.

With this old but happy memory playing in her mind, Susan waded out into the ocean. It was winter in Southern California and the water was freezing cold. The goose bumps thickened in her flesh as the water rose higher and higher up her shapely legs. Her tiny body hairs stood out everywhere on her skin. When the water touched her pussy, already clammed up tight from its exposure to the cold night air, she let out an involuntary shiver. The freezing water was a shock to her system, causing her chest muscles to tighten and her lungs to temporarily stop working. It was as if her body feared an imminent drowning. For a moment, she could not breathe, but then she forced herself to expel air and relax. Part of the glory of being human was overcoming such primal fears, she thought. She dived headfirst into the next wave and immersed her body completely. With expert strokes, she swam out to deeper water.

Swimming nude in the open ocean gave Susan an erotic thrill. All of her senses were on active duty, tingling with heightened awareness. Even though the water was cold, she felt a sexual warmth spreading throughout her body. Her nipples, stimulated by the ocean's glassy caress, were harder than the barnacles on a whale. Water glided down her back and over her beautiful, fleshy buttocks as her hands and arms cleaved a path through the sinuous, rolling swells. The rubbing of her smooth thighs against each other as her long, powerful legs propelled her forward ignited a burning yearning in her cunt. She would have to satisfy that yearning with masturbation when she got home, she thought, or maybe even sooner.

When she was out far enough, so far that her feet could no longer touch the sandy bottom, she stopped and flipped over onto her back, letting her body go virtually limp. She just lay there in the water, drifting, relaxing, luxuriating in her own sexual heat. Only her face and breasts remained bobbing above the surface, wet and glistening under the frosty light of the moon. She had to kick her feet only occasionally to keep her body hovering in this comfortable position, facing the star-filled sky. She sighed, utterly content to be rocked like a baby in the ocean's loving embrace. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift with her body.

Inevitably, her thoughts drifted to her husband, though this disturbed her peace somewhat, making her beautiful face frown in the water. She realized that nothing had been decided about him. Did she really want to remain with Howard, she asked herself? The more she thought about it, the more unsure she became of her devotion to him. It wasn't just that he denied her sex; he denied her an acknowledgment that she was even there. Once he had been an adoring young man who could not keep his eyes and hands off of his beautiful new bride. Now, it seemed, he would only talk to her if he needed a beer, and even then, he expected her to pick up his telepathic signals in advance. It was all very aggravating to Susan, who had invested so much time and energy into her marriage to make it prosperous for both of them. Her husband would have to change, she decided quite suddenly, change quickly and drastically if she was to remain with him. There was too much anger inside her to keep it buried any longer. She would force him to change.

But how do you force a man to change if he doesn't listen to you, doesn't even acknowledge your existence?

That was a good question which Susan had no answer to. At present, she was forced to postpone thinking about it. The current was carrying her body towards Hawaii, which wasn't a very healthy development. Her teeth were already chattering from exposure to water which had grown too cold for even her comfort. She began swimming back. She wished she had three or more handsome guys waiting on shore to fuck her once she emerged wet and shivering from the ocean. A nice gang bang would warm her body up real fast.

A half-hour later, Susan was driving home in her car. She was completely naked, but this time, it was not purposeful. After her swim in the ocean, she had been unable to locate her clothes along the shoreline. Every dark bundle she had spotted in the sand and ran to pick up turned out to be rotting seaweed. She supposed that her clothes had been washed away by the tidal surge.

No matter, she thought. The opportunity to drive home naked along the coast highway was an experience to be savored. She kept her windows rolled down all the way so that the wind would blow-dry her body. Her hair flew wildly all about her head. She was cold, but the chills she experienced had an erotic quality to them that made her cunt quiver. She fingered that cunt with one hand as she drove, enjoying the electricity that her manipulations produced. She was very close to orgasm. She did not worry about other drivers seeing her, because no one was on the road at this time of night.

Well, almost no one.

All of a sudden, Susan saw lights flashing in her rear view mirror.

"Oh, shit!" she said. "A cop!"

She looked down at the speedometer and saw that she was doing seventy-five. She groaned. She had been enjoying herself so much that she had not realized she had been speeding.

Though she dreaded it, there was no question she had to stop. A police pursuit would not help her cause any. She turned her car into an small empty parking lot that fronted the state beach and turned off the engine. The police cruiser parked about twenty feet behind her, its bright headlights spearing into the interior of her car. She waited, praying that God would somehow strike the policeman frozen before he ever got to her car and discovered her state of dress.

Susan heard the cruiser's door open and close. Gravel crunched under the policeman's shoes as he advanced, holding a flashlight in one hand. All that was visible of him to her was his silhouette in the dusty beams of light. She could not make out his face at all. Conscious of her nudity, Susan came up with a desperate ploy to save herself. Hastily, she pinched her nipples to make them harder and more appealing. When the officer finally came up to her window, she turned to him with the most dazzling smile on her face.

"Hello there, officer. I wasn't speeding, was I?"

Light blinded her eyes. The officer had his high-powered flashlight aimed directly into her face. She squinted against its intensity, unable to see anything beyond its glare. The beam remained on her face for a few moments and then traveled slowly down her body, spotlighting her naked breasts and belly. Susan realized that her thighs were flung wide apart, but made no effort to close them. The beam of light stopped on a large wet spot her pussy had made on the seat cover. Then the light came back up to Susan's face.

"License and registration please, ma'am."

The smile fell from Susan's face. The voice was female! Oh, God, she thought, I'm really busted now. Female officers never gave her a break.

She swallowed. "I'm afraid I don't have them, officer. I was swimming and my clothes and purse got washed away by the surf."

It was a lie. Luckily—or unluckily, perhaps—Susan had left her purse at home. She knew that she could now be arrested. By telling the officer that her clothes had been washed away, she hoped to explain her nakedness and also gain some sympathy.

But the officer's voice was emotionless.

"Step out of the car please, ma'am."

Susan groaned. She had come to rely on her car as some concealment for her nakedness. Now, she would be completely exposed. Shaking in every limb, she opened the door and stepped out of the car, where she got her first good look at the cop. Aguillar was the name on her tag, and she was a handsome brunette with short-cropped hair and an athletic build. "Handsome" came to mind more easily than "pretty," because there was something decidedly butch about the woman.

"Turn around, place your hands on the car, and spread your legs for me. I'm going to search you for weapons."

"What? But, officer, I'm naked! I have no place to hide a weapon."

The officer's features were stern. "Do as I say."

"Okay."

Sighing, Susan turned around and did as she was told. Suddenly, she felt the cop's fingers in her snatch.

"Oh!" she cried.

Yes, Officer Aguillar was definitely butch.

Susan moaned as the fingers probed deeper into her pussy. Her cunt responded to the intrusion by automatically producing more juice. After a few moments of this, Susan decided that she did not mind that warm hand at all. Her cunt still remembered the feel of her own fingers in there and the delicious tingling was now reawakened.

The fingers were removed from her cunt.

"Okay, you're clean. Turn around."

Susan did as directed, hugging herself against the chilly breeze. She saw the cop staring at her body with a hunger she could no longer disguise. Susan smiled. Perhaps her original ploy would work after all. She let her arms fall to reveal her ripe breasts, beautifully textured with goose bumps, like the rest of her body.

"Pretty, aren't I?"

The cop said nothing. She just slowly nodded her head, eyes riveted to Susan's shapely form.

Susan decided on a bold move. "Well, are you going to arrest me or fuck me? I think I would much prefer the latter."

The cop looked up at Susan with a guilty start. "I can't. I'm on duty."

Susan struck a seductive pose and let her hands slide slowly up and down her body, emphasizing her appetizing curves. "But just look at what you'll be missing, officer. Wouldn't you love to have this naked body pressed tightly to yours? I could lick your pussy so clean you'll never have to wash it again. It'll be the best bribe you've ever received."

The female officer groaned. Her facial muscles contorted as a conflict raged within her. She turned away from Susan briefly, clenching and unclenching her hands. Finally, after many moments of agonizing deliberation, she sighed, coming to a decision. She turned around to face Susan.

"Okay," she muttered.

She went to her police cruiser and opened the trunk. From within, she took out a foil package. Coming back, she placed her hand on Susan's ass, nestling her middle finger deep in her crack, and gently guided her down the path to the beach. Susan's pussy began to drip in anticipation of what was to come. She had always wanted to have sex with someone on a moonlit beach, but never did she imagine that someone might be a woman.

The foil package that the cop had brought turned out to contain a survival blanket. She spread the blanket upon the sand and ordered Susan to lay on it, which she did. Then she began to remove her clothes while Susan watched.

Officer Aguillar, it turned out, had a fine body. It was obvious that she worked out regularly, because her muscles were thick and well-toned. Thick yet not masculine, for they stuck closely to her feminine curves. Her breasts, released from her bra, were fuller than Susan had expected and gleamed white in the moonlight. When the cop removed the last of her garments—her underwear—she saw that her pussy was shaved. Susan's mouth watered for a taste of it. The cop was now as naked as her. Her shapely form stood silhouetted against the shimmering backdrop of the ocean.

A long moment passed as both women paused to admire each other.

"What's your name?" the cop asked. "Susan."

"You're beautiful, Susan."

"Thank you. So are you, officer."

"Call me Maria."

"Okay, Maria."

Maria lay down beside her on the blanket. Propping herself up on one elbow, she looked down upon Susan's body, softly aglow in the light of the moon. Though her face was in shadow, Susan could see the burning hunger in the cop's eyes. Maria reached out and touched one of Susan's breasts.

"Ohhhhh," Susan moaned, shivering. Maria's hand was cold but erotically charged.

Susan reflected that it had been a long time since she had last been touched by another woman. The last time had been back in college. Those were her days of sexual exploration before her marriage. Her roommate, Veronica, was a lesbian who liked to touch Susan's body and finger her cunt while she slept. Susan had been unaware of this at first. In fact, she had always wondered why she had such deliciously erotic dreams until one night she awoke to find her roommate lying in bed with her. She was startled, but Veronica's body felt so warm and nice next to her own that she did not kick her out of her bed. It was the start of a year-long lesbian love affair. Susan remembered it fondly.

Maria continued to massage her breasts with her hand, which quickly warmed from Susan's own body heat. Susan sighed and closed her eyes, allowing her body to mold itself into the rippling contours of the sand beneath the blanket. She let the tension fall out of her muscles. She enjoyed the feeling of Maria's fingers gliding smoothly across her skin, tickling her nerve endings, setting off electrical discharges while leaving soothing warmth behind. Susan was naked and exposed on a cold, lonely beach, but her body no longer felt the icy bite of the wind. She was feverish in her arousal. She lost all awareness of the outside world while her mind focused on the tactile pleasures she was receiving.

"Oh, that feels so good!" she murmured.

Encouraged, Maria allowed her hand to wander. It glided over the soft contours of Susan's belly and found her silky muff. She raked Susan's sweaty pubic hairs with her nails, snagging some of them. Tormented, Susan's cunt quivered. Maria dipped a finger into it and it came out sticky and wet. She licked Susan's nectar off her.

"Mmmmm, you taste good."

"Fuck me with your finger," Susan begged.

"No. I have a better idea."

Maria fell down on top of Susan. Her warm weight pressed Susan even deeper into the sand. She could feel the skin on her back sticking to the plastic blanket. Her perspiration acted like glue. Maria's mouth found its way to one of Susan's breasts. She sucked on the hard nipple for a moment, massaging it with her tongue, and then she bit down with her teeth.

"Ah!" Susan gasped, and nearly bucked the other woman off. Yet it was not so much pain she experienced as intense physical pleasure. She was so aroused her nipples were supersensitive to touch.

Maria did not bite her again. Instead, her tongue came out and embraced her nipple, licking it, washing it with saliva. The pain slowly dissipated. Soothed, Susan surrendered herself to that warm, wet caress.

"Ahhhhhh," she sighed.

"Mmmmmmmm," Maria murmured. Susan's tits provided her with a delicious feast. Some women liked to suck cocks, but Maria liked to suck tits. The nipples could become just as hard and warm as cocks. Besides, tits were naturally suited to being sucked on, and Maria thought they were tastier as well. Susan's nipple molded itself perfectly to her mouth. Sucking it gave her an incredible feeling of well-being.

Susan did not just lie there like a dead fish while she received her pleasure. She cradled Maria's head in her hands and stroked her hair. Maria's hair was short but silky, a tactile delight for the fingers. Yet, soon, she tired of such petting. Her hands slid down Maria's back to her buttocks, round and roughened by exposure to the cold air. She grabbed handfuls of cheek and kneaded them like bread dough, pumping warmth into them. She felt the goose bumps melt away beneath her fingers, and Maria's skin became softer. Reaching as far as she could, her hands worked their way down to Maria's thighs, grasping and releasing flesh, attracted by the radiating heat of Maria's pussy. When she deemed the moment right, Susan inserted a finger into it and produced a satisfactory shudder in the body on top of her.

"Oh!" Maria cried.

Maria's lips abandoned Susan's nipples and traveled slowly up her neck, kissing and licking her. Susan trembled at the intrusion into one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. Maria's hot breath tickled her skin, sending chills running down her spine to resonate warmly in her cunt. The ache she was experiencing down there was growing intense. She whimpered, wanting satisfaction. Maria's lips crested her jaw line and covered her mouth, muffling her. Susan moaned into that warm oral cavity.

Maria used her knees to force apart Susan's legs. Her hot, moist pussy settled down upon Susan's, which was in an equal state of arousal. Susan knew her cunt was a river right now, pouring her juices out. Maria thrust into her like a man. Though no penis penetrated her, Susan felt the same electric thrill invade and course through her system.

"Ah!" she cried.

Maria continued to grind her pussy against Susan's. Being that she had no cock, she thrust harder than a man to achieve the same amount of stimulation. Their clits made indirect contact. Each thrust was met with another ecstatic cry from Susan. Susan's pussy was gushing fluid, making the skin on skin contact slick. She grabbed handfuls of Maria's ass cheeks and helped in the effort.

"Do you like this better than a finger fuck?" Maria asked.

Susan ignored the question. "I want to eat you. Give me a taste of your pussy."

Evidently, Maria had the same idea, because she did not hesitate one second. She turned her body completely around and presented Susan with her pussy. Susan could feel its radiating warmth striking her face. She pinned back Maria's delicate flaps and inserted her tongue into the steamy opening, tasted Maria's fragrant sap.

"Ohhhh," Maria moaned.

"Mmmmmmm," Susan murmured. It had been a long time since she had last tasted pussy. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed it. Her tongue eagerly lapped up Maria's tart juices, making loud sucking noises. There was a lot of it to swallow. Too much, in fact. The cop quickly replenished whatever Susan siphoned off.

Maria dived in for her own feast. Susan trembled as her partner's tongue wormed its way into her, finding and torturing her clit. She was juicing heavily now. Maria apparently did not mind getting her face soaked. Susan squirmed as her drippage was eagerly slurped up. Maria held onto her thighs to keep her still. Such sweet electricity was surging through her body that Susan had a difficult time concentrating on her own task of giving pleasure. She had to break away more than once and gasp for air. But always she went back for another meal. Her lips were smeared with Maria's succulent juice.

Susan had had sex with relatively few women during her lifetime. After Veronica, there had been only one more, a mutual friend of the two college lovers. Yet, even with her limited experience, she knew that women were naturally better at eating pussy than men. Being female, they knew exactly which spot to zero in on. Men often just fooled around in there, having no real commitment to their task. This was a shame, because Susan still preferred the hard bodies of males to a woman's softer pleasures. Women's bodies were exciting, but they were still just an erotic diversion. A tongue could never replace a big, hard cock. Yet, at times, Susan preferred to have her pussy eaten, by either a man or a woman. Among men, Howard was the best pussy eater she had found, yet even he was clumsy compared to Maria.

Maria was really zeroing in on her zone right now. The cop was a real pro. Obviously, she got plenty of target practice. Her tongue traced expert circles around Susan's erect clit, making it vibrate and twitch spasmodically. Tormented, Susan began to writhe.

"Oh, God," she mewled. "Oh, God."

She felt the first tremors of a coming orgasm. She began to thrust her pelvis towards Maria's mouth, encouraging her tongue to delve deeper. Maria sensed her need and began licking her clit harder and faster. Susan could feel her quivering button tensing, storing up energy for an impending release. She was breathing fast now, too fast to continue eating Maria's pussy. She took her tongue out and replaced it with her ringers. Her pelvic movements became more urgent as the tingling in her clit built into a crescendo. Suddenly, the dam broke and flooded Susan's body with the sweet pain of orgasm. She convulsed, arching her back and nearly throwing Maria off. The sound of crashing waves was drowned out by Susan's piercing scream of euphoria.

Maria came a few seconds later, though she was not nearly as vocal. Her hips bucked wildly back and forth as her climax overtook her. She smeared Susan's neck and breasts with a hot discharge of pussy juice. Together, their bodies twisted in the throes of orgasm. They were unable to control their movements, felt no need to. Susan thanked God for giving females the ability to experience such exquisite joy.

Slowly, the paralyzing electricity dissipated and their convulsions lessened. Their bodies came back under their own control. Panting, Susan fell back on the blanket. Maria collapsed on top of her, her head resting on her soft, feverish thighs. Both women were sweaty and utterly spent.

"Well, that sure beats going to jail," Susan said after she had regained her breath.

"You're the best arrest I never made," Maria murmured, and seemed too tired to say more.

Suddenly, as they lay there, they found themselves immersed in cold, salty water. Both women were surprised. While they were fucking they had failed to take account of the rising tide. Maria sprang to her feet and scrambled after her weapons and uniform, which were floating away. Laughing, Susan got up and helped her.