Chapter 22 - Fun in the Sun


      I emerged from the shower almost ten minutes later, wobbly and cradling my sloshing belly but otherwise clean. Whereupon I saw Ning licking Danielle’s shaft like a lollipop while Danielle herself was busy texting or looking and snapchat or whatever it was the hell she was doing. Ning had put her clothes back on, though the jury was still out as to her outfit qualifying as clothes, she was the first to acknowledge my presence, glancing over at me between licks.


      “Now that looks like one satisfied customer,” Ning said remarking on my exhausted demeanour and glazed expression. I myself felt slightly nauseated, I’d eaten large amounts of cum before, but never that much so quickly on such an empty stomach.

      “Ready to go to the beach? The weather’s supposed to be great.” Danielle asked not looking away from her phone. I had completely forgotten that we’d made those plans last night, I wasn’t too keen to go outside in my current state, but I did say yes last night and the beach at least was a place I was not likely to get a load of cum pumped into me. But when I looked out the window and saw the outside aglow in a bright afternoon sun, I realized just how shut in I’d been this last week.

      “Sure-Uuuurp!” I started as a big belch escaped me, “Uh, just let me grabbed my swimsuit.”

      “You want to come with us Ning?”

      “Sorry, lovelies, but I’ve got an afternoon to fill with clients, or some combination of those words,” Ning said as she stopped her worship Danielle’s erect cock and grabbed her stuff getting ready to leave, “what’s that saying? Time is money? Don’t worry sweetie, I got her cock nice and clean for you.”

      Ning turned her back, her tiny miniskirt swayed as she spun, giving us all one last glimpse of that little perky butt and then she was out the door.

      “Bye, uh, nice to meet you,” I shouted after her, before closing the door.

      “Nice to meet you?” Danielle mocked, starting into a fit of laughter, “God your priceless! Ha! Some hot asian hooker shows up at your door, begs you to fuck her in the ass and then makes you eat breakfast from it and you say: Nice to meet you!? Hahahah… never change Jason, you’re too funny.”

      “First of all, I'm just trying to be nice, second of all isn’t hooker is a little derogatory? I’m sure the right word is sex worker.”

      “Isn’t it derogatory when I call you my bitch, slave, and cumdumspter?” Danielle retorted, finally putting down her phone, getting off the bed and looking me in the eye. Her cock, longing for more attention, jutted straight out from her hips like it always did when it was completely erect. Looking at her I almost forgot how tall she was, even when she wasn’t wearing heals. I felt small and insignificant next to her, but strangely, also safe. I swallowed any comeback I might have had and she smirked smugly, having successfully muted me.

      “She doesn’t mind being called a whore or a hooker, she likes it in fact, just like you in a way,” Danielle said unlocking her eyes from me and starting to get dressed as she continued, “I wouldn’t say such things if I actually thought they were hurting your poor little feelings, so you can drop the social justice warrior act, okay?”

      She thrust a pile of clothes at me, waiting for me to take them, the clothes I was about to put on before I followed Danielle into the shower. I took them and got dressed. Danielle slipped on her top and then pulled on her still wet leather pants, they squeaked as she struggled to slide them up. Watching her try to fit into those tight wet pants gave me a bit of a boner myself, the water adding a further glistening quality to the material. And when she struggled to stuff her stiff cock down the tight confines of the legs of her pants I almost leaked a bit of cum into my swim trunks.

      “So ready to go?” she asked as I slipped on the last of my clothes.

      “Just need to grab my shorts to put over my trunks,” I said searching for my shorts, “What about you, where’s your swimsuit?

      “Don’t worry I got mine,” she winked with a smile, it must have been in her purse.

      “Well alright, hope the weather stays nice,” I said, hoping it was as warm as it looked, having yet to go outside today.

      “It was certainly hot when I came over, almost reminds me of home,” Danielle reminisced.

      “Wait,” I paused, “where are you from, I’ve never asked, guess I just assumed you were from around here.”

      “Must not have much of an accent any more, I’m from California, San Diego to be specific.”

      “Oh, your American, I never knew. Cool.”

      “Yeah it never gets as hot here as it does down south, but it’s not that bad.”

      I nodded and we trotted outside my dorm. Danielle’s flip-flops making that uncanny noise as we went. I was a bit surprised when we didn’t go to her car which I could see parked not too far from my building, the red convertible almost unmistakeable amidst the other plain and simple vehicles.

      “Are we walking?”

      “Of course, it’s only across campus.”

      “Oh, yeah, I heard there was a beach there, big one too right? I’ve always wanted to go but never really had much time.”

      “Sounds to me like you really need to get out more,” Danielle confided, “school’s important, of course, but it isn’t everything, when was the last time you partied, got hammered, maybe smoke some weed…? You know, had fun?”
I had to think for a minute, it had been a while, guess the last night would have been my birthday when I first met Danielle, but that hardly seemed like a party considering I had two beers and spent the rest of the night contemplating my newfound desires.

      “Well, we are having one tomorrow, after my last exam,” I said.

      “Yeah, I know,” Danielle said like of course she knew, “I was there when you were talking about it to your friend on the phone.”

      “Oh? You already know about that,” I stammered, somehow a little worried Danielle already knew about the party Alex had planned.

      “Yeah, so… am I invited or not,” Danielle asked, “I was hoping you’d mention it before now, I’d like to meet some of your friends.”

      “Uh… yeah sure, of course you’re invited, ha, why wouldn’t you be?”

      “Awesome, looking so forward to it,” Danielle said as she grabbed her phone and started texting furiously, “In fact, why don’t I pick you up after your exam tomorrow? I was thinking we could hang out afterwards, relax before the party and stuff.”

      “Relax,” I looked at her suspiciously, questioning Danielle’s idea of relaxation, “seriously?”

      “I mean it yes! Relax, I am capable of actual Netflix and chill you know.”

      “Okay, I still not sure exactly what you mean. like sex? no sex? Seriously level with me.”

      “Okay. I was thinking we could save the really fun stuff for the party.”

      “Do you normally go to house parties with the intent of fucking someone?”

      “Do you not?” Danielle said her face exuding confusion, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing and I realized that Danielle may have actually fucked many people at many parties over the years.

      “This party is going to have like fifty people there or something, it’s not going to be small, or particularly private.”

      “But there will be bedrooms with locks on them right? With that many people we may not even have to worry about noise, you’d be surprised what you can get away with when there is a big party on the other side of the wall, believe me.”

      “Uh, I mean… yes I guess.”

      “Perfect, we can meet your friends, fuck a bit and then go back to socializing, the perfect evening right?”

      “Uhh… Fine,” I conceded.

      “Oh! And guess who says she wants to be there?” Danielle teased holding out her phone to me where there was a message from Mikaela saying: ‘Can’t wait to be there.’

      My eyes went wide, and I found it a little hard to suppress a smile, I mean the last time we were together we had talked about her owing me a little backdoor action, not that I would expect it or even hold her to that promise, but still, it was a nice thought.

      “So now you’re interested, huh?” Danielle smirked.

      “Well… umm…” I started, about to deny it but I knew that Danielle would see right through it, she was always good and finding the truth, “I mean, did she ask about me?”

      “Maybe” Danielle said cooly.

      “Come on, did she?”

      Danielle just ignored me returned to texting vigorously.

      “Hang on…” I muttered, slowly but inevitably putting two and two together, “Are you jealous?”

      “Me?! Jealous?” She retorted immediately, “what could I possibly have to be jealous about.”

      “Do you think she’s prettier than you?” I posed the question.

      “Of course not, Im beautiful and you should be lucky to have me,” she said, raising her chin up high and picking up her stride, moving a bit in from of me and accentuating her hips and ass as she strutted, then she whipped around, both of us stopping our walk, “Question is, do you think she’s prettier than me?”

      I hadn’t expected this, but I really should have, this was exactly the kind of question I felt there was no right answer to. I exhaled slowly, stalling while my brain scrambled to find an answer, any answer. Then I thought I found it.

      “Well, she may be prettier, I might even go as far to say sexier,” I said, moving to finished my sentence quickly as I started to see the red mist in Danielle’s eyes, “But no one can satisfy me the way you can. You always seem to know exactly what I need.”

      I immediately saw the expectations subside in Danielle’s eyes and her face made the kind of expression I don’t remember seeing before. Her eyebrows softened and her mouth formed a mild smile. It was the kind of face one makes when they see, or in this case hear, something incredibly adorable, the only thing it was missing was an “awwww” sound.

      In lieu of that noise, Danielle, our faces already so close together since she had just finished staring me down, move forward quickly and kissed me hard on the lips. She grasped my head with one hand and my lower back with the other. I grabbed her back with both hands as a reaction and we pulled each other close. Both of us were apparently rock hard not long into this embraced and our cocks rubbed against each other hard as we kissed. It might have been the most erotically charged the two of us had ever been while still wearing our clothes.

      I don’t know how long we kissed for but when we stopped sucking face there were a fair few on lookers since we were still pretty much in the heart of the university.

      “Oh go on and watch some porn or something why don’t you!” Danielle scolded the onlookers. I glanced down and grimaced as I noticed that both me and Danielle had some pretty obvious erections going on. The crowd did disperse but not without a few giggles and murmurs as they went. Fortunately for me I don’t think any one recognized me, thank god it was a big university or some of my friends might have learned something very interesting about me today.

      “That was fun,” I remarked to Danielle, finding it hard to hold back a smile.

      She smiled back but only said: “Beach isn’t too much further, I’m eager for some sun and swim.



      It turns out that the beach Danielle was talking about was literally on the other side of the university. We went straight from the campus, across the main street that circles it to a forest trail, then a boardwalk and on the other side was a long, bustling beach. Many large dead logs littered the sandy shores, many people used them as benches. There were even a few shops here and there, mostly food related like slushes and hot dogs, that sort of thing.

      “What do you think?” Danielle asked as we both stood at the edge of the boardwalk squinting at the view, the bright afternoon sun beating down onto the beach in front of us.

      “I didn’t know this was right here all along,” I exalted, “I should come here more often.”

      “Good to hear, welcome to Wreck Beach,” she said, “Now if you don’t mind I think I’ll get my swimsuit on.”

      I watched, my eyes slowly going wide as Danielle proceeded to, in full view of anyone who was looking our way, remove her top, exposing her tits, and then whip down her pants, followed quickly by her footwear. In just a few seconds Danielle was naked in public, boobs and cock for all to see, both of which swayed as she turned to me, a cheerful smile emboldened across her face.

      “Aah, that’s better,” she breathed.

      “What are you doing?!?” I nearly shouted while she stuffed her bundle of clothes under her arm. I instinctively jumped to stand between her and the beach hoping to block any onlookers before we got in trouble. I truly futile endeavour.

      “Did you not see the sign?” she said calmly, pointing behind me to a sign. I whipped around to see:

      “WELCOME TO WRECK BEACH: North America’s largest naturist beach”

      “A whaa…?” I trailed off, “it’s a nude beach?”

      “Well, technically it’s clothing optional, you can keep yours on if you’re feeling sheepish,” Danielle said and slapped my ass for good measure, “Come on, sexy, let’s go get ourselves a full bodied tan.”

      Danielle marched proudly off towards the beach, fully nude, her beautiful cheeks bouncing and swaying with each step. From behind I would occasionally catch the tip of her flaccid cock peak out the side of her thighs as it too swayed as she walked. I was almost mesmerized as I watched her go that I was frozen to the spot for a good few seconds. It was only when she turned and winked at me, beckoning me to join her that I found the strength the move again.

      As I got closer to the crowd of people I started to notice that Danielle was far from the only one taking advantage of the optional clothing rule. Men and women, the young and the old alike were enjoying the sun where the sun normally don’t shine. At least half of the people here were bearing some element of their privacy to the beach, some women were topless but had bikini bottoms on or vice versa, even the men were doing it too, some wore shirts but had no issues letting their dicks hang free in the breeze while plenty of others were baring it all.

      Never before had I seen so many dicks and tits in one place, I even occasionally saw a few like Danielle who were packing both, though none were quite as impressive as Danielle, I even some this tiny white girl with a penis no larger than my pinky completely dwarfed under the arm of a big burly black guy whose dick probably could have even given Danielle a run for her money. I didn’t mean to stare but they just looked like the most mismatched couple.

      I followed Danielle’s lead through the crowd, and she was getting a fair few stares herself, but all the while her head was held high and her smile never faded. I quickly got the impression that she must have enjoyed the many staring eyes, it didn’t really surprise me, I always figured she was an attention whore.

      “Do you come here… often?” I asked hesitantly, as one girl we passed gave an audible ‘whoa’ as she saw Danielle strut past.

      “Once a week, give or take, here this looks like a good spot,” she added, stopping at a point that was somewhat less crowded where we could throw down a towel and relax.

      “Why didn’t you tell me it was a nude beach?”

      “And ruin the surprise, as if!” she exclaimed, “Honestly, I actually thought you already knew, this place is fairly famous in case you hadn’t figured.” 

      I silently laid out my towel next to Danielle, embarrassed that one of the worlds largest nude beaches was right in my backyard and I never knew. Guess I just didn’t hang around the type of people who would come here, at least not until recently.

      I started undressing until I was down to nothing but my swim shorts that I had under everything, savouring the wonderful feeling of the hot afternoon sun drenching my skin it’s warm glow. Danielle nodded to my one last remaining article of clothing, pulling her sunglasses down just enough for me to look her in the eye.

      “Sure you want to keep that on,” she said, “it’s really quite liberating you know.”

      She swayed her hips from side to side, her flaccid member hitting against her thighs as she did.

      “No, this is just fine thanks,” I stated content to keep my privates private.

      “Here,” Danielle started handing me a bottle of something, “Do a girl a solid and lube me up.”

      “Lube?! What?” I nearly shouted, turning a few heads until I realized it was sunscreen she was handing me, “Oh… right sure.”

      “And I want you to be thorough,” she said rather enticingly then she turned over onto her stomach and waited for me. Without thinking, and perhaps Freudian-esque, I squirt a big dollop of the sunscreen onto her back. To which Danielle tensed immediately.

      “Aah! That’s cold!” she scolded, “you could at least warm it up in your hands first.”

      “Right… Sorry!” I apologized and scooped it back up, my face getting a significant redder shade. I looked about as I rubbed my hands back and forth, feeling the greasy lotion warm between my fingers, worried that a thousands eyes were on me and my naked girlfriend. It was a minor relief to see that no one really seemed to pay much attention to us, after all there were plenty of people to gawk at if one so desired, but everybody was just out in the sun laughing and having fun just like any other beach. Relieved, the redness in on my face subsided a bit.

      I put my hands back on Danielle and started to massage the lotion into her skin. I was no stranger to giving massages and knew that you can’t be afraid to push into the skin rather hard otherwise it doesn’t really do much to sooth the muscles. Danielle moaned a bit as I went, reassuring me that I was doing it right. I put my knees on either side of her hips and leaned forward. I left no part of her back uncovered and moved on to her shoulders and neck. As I moved up, her head resting to the side, she opened the one eye I could see and smiled at me, her gaze almost piercing right into mine before closing them again.

      “Mmm… lower,” she sighed in contentment.

      I finished rubbing the sunscreen to the edge of her wrists then scooted back a bit so that I was kneeling between her spread legs. Her ass was right in front of me and this time with no clothes to dull the imagery. Her cock almost winking at me as it lay between he thighs, throbbing slowly as it grew, pressing into the towel and digging a small dent into the sand beneath, her big beautiful balls capped the cherry on top of the view before me. Subconsciously I started to drool a little bit as I stared at her glorious cock, a reminder of what a fucking whore I’d become for her big beautiful dick.

      I didn’t want to keep my girl waiting though, squeezing a fresh helping of sunscreen into my hands and rubbing them together to warm it up. I went right for her beautiful ass first, covering it well, slipping my fingers ever so near her crack teasing her just a little bit. I took my time, savouring the feeling of her smooth cheeks, they were so round, each perfect globe fitting almost perfectly into my cupped hands. My heart was beating fiercely as I admired the glossy look the lotion gave her skin, the high afternoon sun bouncy off her gleaming ass like something out of a dream.

      “Well, don’t stop there,” Danielle said pulling me out of my trance state, I realized I must have been staring at her ass for at least a solid minute or two, “go on, lower,” she continued encouragingly. I readjusted myself downstairs, hoping my little tent wasn’t too noticeable before wrapping my hands around her large muscular thighs and working my way down one leg at a time. Her penis was laid between her thighs, and I got ever so close to touching it on more than one occasion, almost like I was teasing myself, since this was far too public a place for anything more.

      Once I had reached her toes Danielle turned herself over and laid back on her back, I stared at her for just a moment as she lay tits up, I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to keep going, the hard to reach spots were all done after.

      “I did say be thorough didn’t I?” Danielle said to the sky, not even moving her head to look at me.

      “Yes, yes, of course you did,” I sputtered, practically scrambling up to her side and rubbing some more lotion between my hands, I was about to go right for her boobs but then hesitated a bit, I lifted my head again, reminding me that we were surrounding by people in a public place, fondling my girlfriends tits in the middle of a crowd didn’t feel right. I moved a bit further south and started on her flat toned stomach instead, I could feel the abs just below her skin, reminding me what amazing shape she was in.

      “Try not to enjoy this too much more than me,” she said with a smirk on her face, I looked down at her half mast cock and then at my own crotch whose tent action was becoming more and more difficult to hide.

      “It looks like I’m the only one enjoying this,” I said.

      “That’s what you think.”

      I continued to rub the sunscreen over her body trying not to make it too obvious that I was hesitant to touch her boobs, but, like a mind reader, Danielle caught what I was doing and didn’t discourage me.

      “Don’t be shy hunny, I want you to cover me completely, I expect a thorough job from you.”

      She said the words slowly and so sultrily that I almost had an Austin Powers-esque moment of gripping the sunscreen bottle too tightly that I just about squirted half the contents out.

      “As you wish,” I said, failing to hide my stammer a little bit as I added more lotion to my hands and started working it into her beautiful globes, each one just a little bit bigger than my hands but the perfect mix of soft and firm. They bounced right back into shape when I was done with them. Once I had covered them sufficiently in the sun warding cream Danielle had one last place I had to “lube up” as she put it.

      “We can’t forget the most important part now can we?” she alluded pointing south were her cock lay, still uncovered in lotion.

      I knew this was coming, from the moment Danielle demanded I be thorough, I looked about nervously, wondering if any strangers were about to see me lotion up my girlfriends cock in public. I was quite surprised that despite this somewhat erotic moment we were having, no one seemed to care, the few people around us had not a care in the world for our intimacies. Most people were doing their own activities, whether it be swimming, frisbee or volleyball, and those that weren’t were laying down sunbathing with their eyes closed or reading books to pass the time in the sun.

      I chuckled nervously, knowing that I had no excuse not to, and added just a bit more lotion to my hands getting ready to rub them onto one of my favourite part of Danielle’s body. As I grasped her tool I Immediately I felt that familiar heat, the skin soft and supple, the lotion making it even more so as I rubbed it up and down. I couldn’t ignore, as I worked the sunscreen into her cock, that it was slowly swelling with blood, I knew it would be rock hard in just a few seconds but as it grew it meant there was just that much more surface to cover. I worked quickly, Danielle not trying very hard to hide her moans and groans as I did, but by the time I had her covered her cock was rock hard and pointing straight up for everyone to see.

      “Wooo, that was fun” Danielle sighed, letting out a big breath as she stood up, “Alright, lie down there hot buns, it’s your turn.”

      “Umn, now?”

      “Of course dummy,” she said and kneeled up while forcing me onto my back. Before I knew it Danielle had me straddled, knees on either side of me with her ass sitting on my crotch right on top of my own erection, which was now quite cozy in the crack of her ass. She grabbed the sunscreen from my hand and pointed it right at my face.

      “You might want to close your eyes for this,” she said with big grin. I squinted, scrunching up my face as I heard the inevitable squirt of sunscreen and felt a long thick rope of the lotion land across my face, from forehead to chin.

      “Haha, ooh, that’ll never get old,” Danielle chuckled as she leaned forward to start rubbing it all over my face.”

      “You know, I could have done this myself,” I muttered through a half closed mouth.

      “And miss the opportunity to squirt all over your face? Never.”

      Danielle was not very subtle spreading the cream over my face, she left clumps behind in various places and seemed to be enjoying it way too much.

      “Yep, looks like you just took a nice big load to the face,” she said mockingly, before spreading it around a bit better, “the colour’s a bit too white though.”

      I wiped away the excess lotion so I could at least see, though once my eyes were open I squinted, looking up only to have the brightness of the sun burn my eyes, only Danielle’s silhouette offered any shade in the open beach.

      “You know,” she said leaning all the way forward so that she could whisper into my ear, her throbbing cock pressing into my chest, “from this position I could give you the perfect pearl necklace, sound like fun?”

      “You’ve got to be joking, here, really?” I said, worried Danielle might actually be serious. I craned my head forward to see her one-eyed monster staring straight at me, it throb before me, growing and shrinking slightly with each surge of blood.

      “No, but it’s certainly fun to think about,” she said curtly, finally moving on to put the sunscreen on the rest of my body, but her dirty thoughts didn’t stop there.

      “What if we went for a swim and practice holding our breath underwater, and by holding breaths I mean I ram my cock down your throat until I nut.”

      “That sounds ridiculous and uncomfortable, and you know there’s no way I could hold my breath that long.”

      “Maybe I’m on a hair trigger right now? Maybe I could blow my load any second at the slightest touch.”

      “I’m pretty sure you don’t have a hair trigger on that thing,” I said nodding down to her cock.

      “Well we won’t know if we don’t try?” Danielle argued.

      “We’re not doing that,” I said bluntly, ending the conversation.

      “Party pooper,” Danielle muttered, “Alright flip over so I can do your back.”

      “We really shouldn’t be having this kind of conversation here, you know,” I said, rolling over onto my stomach, even though I was pretty sure there was no law against indecent conversations in public, even here.

      “Half these people are butt naked and you think they care if we’re a little lewd?” Danielle said as she once again moved into position straddling my thighs, here semi hard cock resting right on the crack of my ass, which made me worried that her dirty thoughts would start becoming more than thoughts.

      “You’re acting unusually horny,” I said turning my head to get a side glance up at her.

      “Unusually horny, you say?” she retorted, cocking her head to the side and shooting me an honestly inquisitive look.

      “Well.. yeah, kind of,” was all I thought to say in my defence.

      “Maybe it’s because we’re surrounded by sexy naked people, and because I’m sitting on my boyfriend covering him with oily lotion that makes the skin shine. I guess it’s just giving me so many ideas.”

      There was something about the way she referred to me as her boyfriend that reminded me how I still couldn’t really believe I had a girlfriend and she was a super hot and sexy one too. It was like the pinch in a dream, except I didn’t wake up from this one. Although I did realize that Danielle had been carrying on about more ways she could fuck me in public.

      “Oh, what if we buried you up to the neck, right? And then I could just lay on top of you with my cock all the way down your throat! Fuck that’d be hot, nobody would even know you were down there and you wouldn’t even be able to do anything about it. You’d be completely at my mercy. Fuck… gets me so hard just thinking about it.”

      I did Indeed noticed that Danielle was stiff as a board and now she, whether or not was conscious of it, was slowly hotdogging my cheeks. She also seemed to have stopped bothering to rub the sunscreen around my back as her hands were motionless now, no doubt awed by the erotic image she had just given herself.

      “Hey, um… you know… why don’t we talk about all the cool things we have in common or something,” I stammered trying to bring her mind back to the present.

      “Oh… Jason, you know I’ve had a fair few lovers in my time, but even the ones who stuck around for the long term weren’t quite like you, you know?” she said still talking in that airy like voice that insinuated her mind was still lost in the gutter.

      I groaned in my failure to diffuse what was quickly becoming a scene not safe for any public environment.

      “None of them could really take a good load like you could,” she said softly, almost humming the words and her slow humping of my ass cheeks quickened, “I mean, watching you take that big fucking load I pumped up Ning’s ass was just amazing! It was so hot the way you swallowed your breakfast like a good boy, I just wanted to cum all over again as I watched. You’re just such a perfect cumdumpster Jason, it's amazing. I love it.”

      Danielle was gyrating her hips so that her cock kept rubbing along my crack, separated only by the fabric of my swim trunks, and there was no sign of her stopping as she was lost in her erotic thoughts.

      “Uh… Danielle?” I said, trying to get her attention, but her eyes were closed and she paid no attention to me whatsoever.

      “Oh Jason,” she moaned, and then grunted, and it worried me that her cock stopped sliding between my crack.
“Oh shit…” Danielle gasped, exhaling in a shudder.

      “No… you can’t,” I exclaimed trying to move at the last second but Danielle, either intentionally or not had both my arms pinned down with her hands and was leaning down on them.

      My embarrassment and humiliation for the day reached it’s peak when Danielle blasted my back with cum. Thick ropes of her jizz lashed out across my back reaching as far as my neck on a few occasions. I closed my eyes, wanting it to end, but from experience I knew her orgasm was not likely to end soon.

      “Stop! Stop!” I urged in the most insistent but hushed tone I could.

      “…I… hah… Can’t…” Danielle sighed.

      “Then aim it somewhere else!”

      “I know!” Danielle responded and next thing I felt was her thick spurting erection slide up my inner thigh inside my swim trunks and continue to unload her cum onto my thigh and ass. It sprayed everywhere, trickling down my legs and covering my balls and then cock in her jizz.

      “Aaah, that’s more like it,” Danielle sighed as she unloaded that last of her churning balls all over the inside of my swimwear, wear the sticky load practically glued my shorts to my ass.

      “Oh you have got to be kidding me,” I said, exasperated as I felt my shorts fill up with a most foreign load. It took a whole minute, maybe even more, but finally Danielle’s orgasms subsided, but the damage had been done, my  back was glazed more thoroughly than a Jackson Pollock painting.

      “Well, uh… Oops?” Danielle chuckled.

      “What the hell were you thinking!?!” I scolded angrily through gritted teeth, still trying not to be so loud.

      “It’s pretty obvious what I was thinking,” Danielle said, grimacing, embarrassed, but still I detected a hint of perverse joy that followed Danielle whenever she did something most people would find shameful.

      “How could you do that!? Here!?!” I demanded, even more desperate to keep my voice hushed.

      “I said: Oops.” Danielle responded, “If it’s any consolation I don’t think anyone’s noticed, plus I’m pretty sure I hid most of it.”

      Danielle’s idea of ‘hid’ was not the most comforting thought as my swimsuit felt like it was glued tight to my thighs and groin.

      “Well I still have a big mess on my back and I don’t know if there’s anyway to hide that.”

      “Wait!… I think I’ve got an idea,” she interjected and she started smearing her cum all over my back.

      “What the hell are you doing?!” I hissed still desperate to keep our predicament unnoticed.

      “Just relax, I’m rubbing it in with the sunscreen, with any luck no one will notice.”

      “You’ve got to be joking?” I said, but nonetheless laid back forward and let Danielle work her hands across my back, my face getting redder and redder by the minute as she covered my skin in her cock sauce. I felt utterly humiliated, but I couldn’t ignore that there was a part of me that enjoyed it on some deeper level, as if, like an animal, Danielle was marking her territory, claiming me as hers. All the while her softening cock rested on the cheeks my bum.

      My cock was getting harder and harder as, somewhat to my surprise, the cum that had been blasted in large wads across my spine did in fact begin to fade into the sunscreen and both creamy substances worked their way into my skin. Danielle finished off the whole procedure by giving me a nice audible slap on the ass as if to denote a job well done, the rest of her load that she’d left there jiggling in its wake.

      “I feel like I need to wash my hands now,” she said, without even the slightest trace of irony.

      “You are a real piece of work you know that,” I said turning so I could sit normally again, only to immediately regret it as I squished her load all around my ass, crotch and thighs. There was now no single fraction of skin down there that was not thoroughly coated in Danielle’s cum. I could even hear it stir and squish as the cum manage to fill every crack and nook underneath my swimsuit.

      “Could be worse,” she said matter-of-factly, “You could have been wearing a speedo, what would I have done then?”

      “Oh yes, woe is you,” I chided sarcastically.

      “Are you mad at moi?” Danielle asked all innocently.

      But no I wasn’t mad.

      “I’m annoyed,” I said, speaking the word slowing and deliberately, “you just really love pushing my buttons don’t you?”

      “Oh! You bet! It’s so much fun. You’ve got so many buttons to push!”

      I sat up intending to make my way to the water, hoping that it would be effective enough at cleaning me up a bit the I heard a familiar voice that instinctively caused me to tense up.

      “Holy shit! Is that Jason!”

      I turned around to have my fears confirmed as Andrew, the bane of my existence, walked towards me, and not the good kind of bane either. He was a fit douchebag type of guy, his washboard abs being his most prominent feature, seconded closely by his massive vanity. He was carrying a beach volleyball under one arm and was followed by two fellow jock types, presumably about to show off his physique for any girls present.

      “Look guys, it’s the little bitch from my High School I was telling you about, looking as scrawny as ever, I see.”

      I’d known Andrew since I was ten, and ever since he took any opportunity to make my life as miserable as possible. He never beat me up, he wasn’t that type of asshole, besides he knew he’d get in trouble, but he was always ready with some real cutting words that just had a way of shattering your self confidence. When I left for University I’d hoped that would be the last I’d see of him, but to my chagrin it so happens that we both chose the same place to get our degrees.

      It didn’t help matters that like many on this beach he had opted for the nude attire and his big swinging cock was out and on full display. Figures, I always thought he was nothing but a huge dick. He wore it proudly too, which just made me hate him even more, not that I was envious at all, but a part of me knew that he most likely got laid all the time, which was way more than he deserved. He was absolutely the kind of guy who probably believed that if you had a big enough dick you didn’t need to try hard to please the gal in bed.

      “Hey fag, my face is up here,” Andrew mocked, laughing as I glanced downwards for just a second. His friends smirking and chuckling along.

      “I don’t care what you have to say, asshole,” I said, turning away to go for my swim, struggling to hide my anger, but I knew I put more venom into my words than intended.

      “Oooh, bitch has got bite,” Andrew said, “Hey did I ever tell you guys that this wimp here once got beat up by a girl? A girl?!”

      I stopped in place, the memory rushing back like a bad dream and suddenly my face felt very hot.

      “Yup, gym class, dodgeball, Jason had somehow manage to be one of the last men standing, and Tiffany, this little girl, must have been a full five inches shorter than him, whips him in the face with a ball from half the court away. And Jason… ha!… Jason here goes flipping to the floor like he slipped on a fucking banana peel! Haha! Oh my god it was the funniest shit I’d ever seen! Hahaha!”

      Andrew, doubled over laughing, enjoying his own tale a little too much. I on the other hand just felt that sting of embarrassment, I had no problem being bested, didn’t even really matter what the opponents gender was, but I couldn’t shake the sight of my own team pointing and laughing at me. Nobody let me live down the incident for weeks.

      I wanted nothing more than to turn around and sock Andrew in his pretty fucking face, but I’d never hit anyone before, let alone someone as fit as Andrew, a fight like that could only end one way. However before I could do anything at all Danielle stepped up and stared Andrew down.

      “Hey! You got a problem with my boyfriend?” Danielle demanded, stepping right up to Andrew, who was a rather tall fellow but still fell a few inches short of the statuesque Danielle. Both their flaccid cocks barely a couple inches from each other, where, again, Danielle had him beat for size.

      “Your… boyfriend?” Andrew stammered, as if the words were a total enigma to him, and even Andrew’s eyes couldn’t help but drift southward to the massive dong that was inches from his own, an unfamiliar look of growing emasculation etched into his face.

      “Hey fag! My eyes are up here,” Danielle mocked throwing his own words back at him, Andrew’s face shot upward as if trying to hide his obvious glance downward, “Let me ask again for the last time, you got a problem with my boyfriend?”
Andrew’s head had to tilt back to even see Danielle’s face, definitely unaccustomed to looking up at woman, let alone naked ones that were more hung than him, and you could actually see his tanned skin grow ever so slightly paler. He looked past her, at me still unwilling to answer her.

      “Hey pussy, you really gonna let your girl fight your battles for you?”

      I just stared back at him, blinking as I pondered. Danielle was deceptively strong and I had no doubt would be willing to fight dirty if it came to it.

      “Uh, yeah, pretty much,” I said nonchalantly to him, wishing, praying Andrew was stupid enough to start something with Danielle, “good luck.”

      “What’s your name boy?” Danielle demanded.

      “Andrew,” he said, attempting to retain dignity when he said it, despite clearly not enjoying being referred to as ‘boy’.

      “How about this, Andrew,” Danielle started as she swiped the volleyball from under Andrew’s arm, “I’m willing to bet that you’re no stranger to a friendly wager or two, so how about this: let’s have ourselves a game on the sand, right here and now.”

      Danielle glanced over to the set of nets down the beach and across the crowd, where Andrew and his friends had been heading.

      “What two versus two?”

      “Why not all three of you against the two of us?”

      “Fine, let’s dance girl,” Andrew snarled, snatching his ball back, “And when we win?”

      “If you win, I’ll let you do anything you want to me…anywhere,” Danielle said leaning in real close to his ear almost whispering it, then she turned so they were both looking back at me, “…while we make him watch.”

      “…oh fuck,” I groaned, “are you sure about this? I don’t really play volleyball.”

      “But… If we win…” Danielle continued, speaking slower and more deliberate so that Andrew was sure to understand, “well, let’s just say you better pray you are wearing pants the next time I see you, or this rod is going right up your ass.” Danielle finished, pointing down at her hefty schlong and then at Andrew’s belly, perhaps to emphasize just how deep her cock would reach.

      Andrew gulped visibly, but I could see the gears start to work in his mind as he stared at me, not quite able to hide a smile. I, on the other hand, knew that the chance to fuck my girlfriend while I was forced to watch was the kind of humiliation he’d probably only ever dreamed of. He would probably never need to insult me or accost me ever again knowing that if he’d done that he’d scored the ultimate victory over me, something that I could never live down.

      “You’ve got yourself a fucking deal!” He said grabbing Danielle’s outstretched hand in a firm handshake.

      “Alright Jason, let’s go, time to humiliate some douchebags.”

      “Hang on I’m just gonna go for a quick swim,” I said, knowing my back was still basted in a mixture of sunscreen and Danielle’s semen, not to mention there was also still a copious amount to the stuff in my swim shorts.

      “No time,” she said, grabbing my hand in a tight grip and practically dragging me with her to the volleyball field in the sandy beach just beyond the crowded area we were in, “I feel in the zone and I want to beat these assholes, and then I want to beat their assholes.”

      “Ah shit” I exclaimed to deaf ears as I was dragged away to the court which wasn’t much more than white plastic lines around a single wide net staked into the sandy beach. We took our sides and Andrew set himself up outside the line as Danielle graciously let them have the first serve.

      So, first to ten?” Andrew said, passing the ball to one of his friends to serve first.

      “Fine by me,” Danielle responded, planting her feet and swaying her body gently side to side, her dangling penis slapping the sides of her thighs as she did.

      I had no idea what to expect, maybe Danielle was a volleyball savant, maybe these three buffoons were all talk and no show, whatever the case I soon found a ball flying towards my face at break neck speed, courtesy of Andrew’s friend’s serve.

      I practically blacked out, my face stung from the impact, and when I finally opened my eyes I was seeing little dancing lights.

      “Well, at least you managed to keep the ball in play,” Danielle sighed, exasperated, as she lent a hand out to pull me up.

      “Wha… did we score?” I asked as I got to my feet with her help.

      “Fuck no! The ball bounced off your face and went straight into the net,” she said, grabbing the ball and moving into position outside the court, “Don’t worry, my turn.”

      Danielle tossed the ball way up in the air and made a running leap for it, her form was immaculate, her athletic prowess on full display, though admittedly I couldn’t quite help but stare almost in slow motion as her cock swung out in front of her, almost like she was suspended in zero gravity. Danielle made perfect contact with the ball, which rocketed towards the far corner. Andrew, who was positioned at the receiving corner made an effort but couldn’t get down fast enough to put a hand or foot on it.

      The ball impacted into the ground just inside the corner of the court, spraying the dickwad in the face with a heap of sand.

      “Agh! Lucky shot!” Andrew retorted spitting out a mouthful of sand, but still mostly unfazed he grabbed the ball and prepared to deliver his serve. He launched it in the air and smacked at it with his winding outstretched arm. It soared over the net forcing Danielle to dive in order to get a hand to it. She got just under it and the ball popped up into the air near me.

      “Set me up!” Danielle shouted as she scrambled to her feet, but I didn’t know what to do, it had been too long since I’d played any sports that the neurones in my brain had lost the connection allowing me to act quickly and smartly.

      I second guessed myself as I moved towards the ball unsure what to do even as Danielle tried to command me. I flicked the ball up and over the net, the only right choice that came to mind in such a short time.

      Danielle could only look on helplessly as I set the ball up perfectly for Andrew to come leaping in and spike the ball right down on the near side of the net where it was impossible for either of us to get in time.

      I sighed, it was not a good start, Danielle, not wanting to dwell on it, grabbed the ball that was wedged in the sand and tossed it to me, it was my serve. I walked to the far end of the court, feeling like a duelist about to turn and face my opponent. Having very little volleyball experience I wasn’t sure I could serve it overhand so I held the ball ready to strike it underhand, of course Andrew and his friends had to carp me for that.

      “Underhand!? Really? Come on you faggot serve it like a man.”

      I bit my tongue and changed stance, but Danielle stopped me.

      “Don’t listen to that dip shit,” she said, “I’d rather you hit it over the net than into it, play to your comfort.”

      With her encouragement I switched back and hit the ball out of my hand and over the net.

      “Fucking pansy,” Andrew cracked as the ball soared gracefully over the net and in his direction. He whipped it up to his friend who smashed at it back our way. Danielle managed to get a foot to it but it was travelling low. I dived forward but it landed just between my outstretched hands and all I got for it was a face full of sand that got everywhere.
It was 3-1 and I was having a hard time seeing room for improvement.

      Danielle strode over and pulled me from the sand, which clung to my back and especially to my thighs where the flow from a certain something Danielle had left there was leaking.

      “Danielle… this was a bad idea, we’re not going to win,” I said, head held low, already defeated and trying to get rid of some of the sand stuck to my body.

      “Not with that attitude we aren’t,” Danielle said, she grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look into her eyes, “Look, just keep the ball off the ground and set me up whenever you can, right? I’ll take care of the rest.”

      I smiled, but perhaps not the most confident smile, Danielle grinned back, her trademark smirk that always made me feel like she had something devious on her mind, it was oddly reassuring.

      “Just imagine the look on their faces when we beat these jackasses, okay!”

      I nodded, the thought providing some degree of happiness.

      “Right,” I said and got back into position.

      Andrew of course couldn’t resist the urge to gloat.

      “Are you trying to lose Jason?” he taunted, “Are you a fucking cuck or something? You want me to fuck your girlfriend? I mean if anyone would be into it it probably would be you! Haha!”

      “Game’s not over yet, dickbag,” I retorted, tossing the ball over the net.

      “I’m so looking forward to kicking your ass,” Andrew laughed in response.

      It went back and forth for the next several minutes. Whenever Danielle was up to serve she managed to either ace the shot or at least make it difficult for the others to recover a point, which was a huge benefit because anytime I was up to serve my underhand swing, while consistently clearing the net was always returned, and they quickly learned that hitting it back in my direction usually resulted in a point, although a few times I was able to get under it and to Danielle who was making life a nightmare for the other side whenever she got a hand to the ball. It turns out that playing three against two had a few advantages to it; Andrew was by far their best player, but he only got to serve one out of every three, whereas Danielle got it every other serve for our side. Their only strategy seemed to be to hit the ball my way since I was definitely the weak link, but eventually I got used to reacting to every serve and spike, as long as I was able to get under it Danielle was usually able to handle it from there.

      Eventually, after a considerable amount of sweat and some close calls, we managed to close the gap to 9-8 in their favour, we had to get two points back to back whereas they only needed one, but fortunately it was our serve and Danielle was about to deliver it. Andrew and his asshole friends were waiting patiently on the other side, they looked super focused knowing they were a point away from humiliating me.

      Danielle tossed the ball up high and made a gargantuan leap for it, from my point of view she almost blocked out the sun with her form as she made thunderous contact with the ball. It accelerated over the net, much like it had done so many times in the game. But Andrew was ready for and willing to sacrifice a bit of pain for the victory. It was too awkward to play with his hands as it sped for the corner, so he hit the deck and took it on his chest hard. The impact looked painful, but the ball bounced up and stayed in play. One of his friends lobbed it up while the other dashed to the net to meet it in the air. Once he was ready for the spike he only had one target. Me.

      He smashed the ball to the ground at my feet, but for once I was ready and instead of flailing at it with my foot I got low and just let the ball bounce off my outstretched hands to Danielle who was ready for it. She leapt high, higher than any of the others and spiked it over all of their heads and into the sand.

      It was 9-9.

      “Aagh!” Andrew grunted in frustration, rubbing his chest where there was already a bright red outline of a volleyball on his chest. He grabbed the ball, probably thinking of nothing sweeter than smashing it across the court and into my face.

      “Hey jerk, it’s not your serve!” Danielle pointed out to him.

      Andrew glared back and we could see wheels in his head spin as he tried to count the serves to see if we were right.

      “Fuck!” he muttered and passed it off to his friend, the same one who had smashed it into my face at the very start of the game. Andrew glared down Danielle for catching him trying to serve out of turn.

      “I look forward to sticking my fat cock all the way up that cute butt of yours,” Danielle taunted Andrew, licking her lips, who’s face turned red, and his eyes wide.

      “Come on, let’s kick their ass,” Andrew shouted at his friends, rallying them to push it for this one last round.

      “Whatever dude, it’s not our ass on the line,” his friend responded and then he tossed it up to serve, leaving Andrew even redder in the face.

      Victory was within our grasp but defeat only a mistake away. I steeled myself as the ball came right to me and I was ready.

      I blocked the ball’s downward trajectory with a short dive that left me in the sand, unfortunately my attempt did not send the ball to Danielle as I was hoping, she too, had to stretch just to get a hand to it and left her grounded as well. She lobbed it my way, a perfect set up for a spike of my own. But I knew better than to attempt to spike it over the net, so many things could go wrong, like not jumping high enough or hitting it hard enough.

      Instead I made a short leap for it but instead of spiking it, where both of Andrew’s friends were reading to block it I notice out of the corner of my eye that Danielle was already on her feet and ready to do business. I tossed it laterally and high, where Danielle reached up for it and Andrew was the only one in position to block it.

      She smacked it hard, her full body and momentum behind it and sent it towards her intended target.

      There was a near deafening crack that rippled through the air as the ball hit Andrew hard, and I mean HARD, right in the balls.

      Andrew, who was immediately regretting not having any clothes on this whole time, amongst many other things, cried out and crumpled to a heap as the volleyball landed in the sand on their side of the court.

      “Hahaha!” Danielle laughed as she watched Andrew lie motionless in the fetal position his hands on his groin.

      “Wooooo…” I sighed, falling back onto the hot sand, immensely relieved, “let’s not do that again, please?”

      “Aww, but it was so much fun,” Danielle said.

      Danielle walked over to the other side where Andrew’s friends were checking to see if he was alright, as she approached, still fully nude and all, the friends backed off and started to grab their things ready to make an exit.

      “Good game,” Danielle said, holding out an outstretched hand to Andrew.

      “Oh fuck off!” he grunted, ignoring Danielle’s hand and clambering to his feet and started gathering his things with his friends.

      “Don’t leave so soon,” Danielle said, shadowing him from behind, “You better not forget our deal, boy!”

      I watched as Danielle loomed behind him, her eyes glued to his ass, as she gazed her cock finally emerged from it’s dormant flaccid state and began to grow.

      Andrew turned around just as he was getting his shorts on, his eyes dropped, shortly followed by his jaw, as Danielle now began to shamelessly stroke herself to full mast, her cock head just inches from his belly.

      “You do have a really cute butt after all,” Danielle said, practically salivating as she stared him down, her cock now throbbing in front of him, “And I’ve got so much cum to unload.”

      That last line did it. Andrew bolted and took off full sprint to get as far away from Danielle as humanly possible, his undone shorts barely holding on as he ran. As his figure became smaller and smaller Danielle turned her gaze towards his friends who had yet to move.

      “Shame,” she said, “but you’ll do.”

      They backed away, hands out.

      “We’re good.” One said before they too took off after Andrew.

      “Fucking blueballers,” Danielle cursed as she watched her prize run like the wind, but otherwise gave no indication that she intended to chase them.

      “Well, I’m sure there’s a bush or a rock we could hide behind,” I said as I saddled up to her, a big smile on my face as I watched the whole thing transpire, “I’m sure I could find a way to thank you for this.”

      “That’s so sweet of you,” she said, leaning down to kiss me, “but I think I’ll hold onto this one for now,” she added grabbing her nuts as her erection slowly started to wane, “For now, there’s a whole lot more beach to enjoy, and perhaps now we won’t be interrupted anymore.”

      “Did you ever really intend to… well, rape him,” I had to ask.
      
      “Naah! Not really, I just wanted to see the fear in his eyes at the thought.”
      
      I nodded, and headed for the warm afternoon ocean for a much needed swim since I could still feel clumps of sand stuck to me and my back where Danielle had so lovingly given me a sunscreen special.


*****


Stay tuned for an alternate ending in which things don't end so innocently for Andrew!