The Story

the story_part 3

So it was that Bob found himself walking to the beach not much differently then you or I would walk.  Well, perhaps most people would carry their yet unused towels draped over their shoulder, much like Jake was doing.  But would it seem so unusual that one man admidst five perhaps not strikingly beautiful women but women that were rather pretty each in their distinctive ways.  They all wore swimsuits, from a Carol's very modest one piece, to a quite provacative string bikini worn by Mary.  Interestingly the swimwear seem to reflect the opposites of personalities, particularly concerning Carol and Mary.  The single Mary like to flirt with the men she met at the bar.  She was outgoing and vivacious.  Mary, on the other hand, was normally quiet and shy, easily embarrassed, and perhaps, too kind.  Jake, however, being a cad in Samantha's eyes, seemed to always be forcing Mary into embarrassing situations.  Even now, it was obvious as she clutched the short wrap just below her breasts, she was uncomofortable with being so slightly attired.  She was red-faced and Jake seemed too pleased.

However uncomfortable Mary's situation appeared to be, Robert was in a more embarrassing predicament.  Although he revealed less to the casual passerbys, nearly everything he wore was presently controlled by Samantha, his wife.  For underneath the towel he was completely naked save for a stainless steel ring around the base of his cock and balls.  Attached to the ring below his balls was a link fastened to the ring.  And every time Bob would attempt to hold the towel, his wife would giggle and nuzzle his ear, oh so much like a twittering madly in love young wife, yet her whispered warnings in his ear made him shudder and obediently put his hands back down to his side.  Or even, making matters worse, having to place his arm around Samantha's slim waist, hand riding on her hip bone where he could feel the muscles move and envision his wife's tight ass forming small globes in each cheek with her every step.

And there was absolutely nothing Robert wore that would hide the fact that his cock was semi rigid and threatening to become a towel thrusting full erection.  Only his fear of helped to keep his cock from simply pushing the uncontrolling towel out for all the world to see.

Samantha's threat was not one of idleness either.  She had chosen Spring Break in an ocean shore city known for the college students that flocked and partied for a solid two weeks.  As she had expected, the city had beefed up its patrols and were highly visible.  One of her giggling warnings had held the question, "How long do you think it would take for that cop there to have your naked ass in handcuffs, riding downtown, with you blabbering some kind of unbelievable story about being forced?" She chuckled, "You'd make the headlines even in our small town!"

So Bob walked and fought the stirrings in his balls, trying his utter best to not get an erection he knew would take quite some time to recede.  He tried to ignore Mary's shoulder as she occasionally bumped into him, since Jake seemed to keep pressing her Bob's way.  And leading the pack, were three hot asses he could not hardly ignore.  Jane had worn a sensual black two piece, though covered with the semi transparent beach wrap, could easily be seen to move as Jane's step forward, her weight shifting, her other leg coming back, the cheek of her ass plumping up, then elongating as she continued the stride. "Shit, she's my sister!"  Bob thought as he willed his eyes away from that tantalizing sight only to begin to be enthralled with that red bikini that Rose wore.

Since Jane and Rose were indeed lovers and quite sexually active.  That they were freely walking out in public with arms around each other's hips, those hips so close together, was no surprise.  But for Bob they were spelling disaster with a capital D.  So many times he had fantasied about watching, and hopefully participating some day, to women having sex with each other.  What could be more arousing than watching as Jane lay on a bed, with Carol's pussy over her face, legs spread to show that tight puckered asshole.  Oh to see her squirming around as Janet lapped eagerly at the nectar of her arousal!  "Oh God" Bob groaned aloud as the vision developed in his mind's eye.

So Bob willed his gaze to the other woman, Christine, who was Samantha's best friend.  She was wearing a much more opaque outfit that happily, for Bob, hide her wonderous assests from his view.  However, Christine was always turning back towards Samantha to talk with her.  Since her wrap was not fastened in the front and gaped open from neck to its lower hem, Bob could easily see her full breasts cupped in the royal blue bra of the swim top.  Being the most athletic of the women, her muscles of her abdomen were firmer with just a small roundness to her belly.  And when she occasionally walked backwards, at his front left, speaking to his wife on his right side, Bob tried desperately not to watch the way the thin triangle seemed to narrow to just cover her crotch between those long gourgeous legs.

"Bob, darling," Samantha cooed in his ear, "perhaps you should carry the picnic basket."

Bob looked up to see Christine grinning, looking at him. Particularly she was looking down at his ... "oh shit" Bob gasped as the obvious sign of his errant thoughts.  Even Jane and Carol turned to see what the fuss was about.  Carol's face was warmly pink in seconds with a hand trying to hide the giggle.  Jane was less embarrassed and chuckle, staring at the tented towel.  Mary was a brilliant red as she tried not to notice the way the towel had opened at Bob's leg beside her and she could have sworn she saw....

"Your sick man." Jake chortled, even as he relished his own wife's embarrassment and the way she tried so hard to keep from having her hip brushing Samantha's hand that held the towel at Bob's waist.  Jake loved it and crowded Mary even closer, pretending to be willing to take the basket Samantha was holding for Bob to take, until Mary was actually pushed and held tight to Bob's side.  His leg was brushing hers.  Her shoulder had gotten behind Bob's shoulder as she tried to turn and give Jake less distance to take the basket.  Jake's arm was in front of her, seeming to push her into Bob.  Bob grabbed for the basket, his arm brushing her tit, while Mary silently pprayed no one noticed the miniscule biege near-thong bikini, that barely covered her pussy lips, had taken a much darker color as her juices flooded from her swollen nether lips.  Or that they noticed that her half inch nipples were erect and threatened to pop out of the top of the triangle of beiges that did little to hide or support her breasts.  Again she cursed her husband for choosing a top whose widest part barely covered half of her breast at the bottom.  Or that the top peaked just above her aereolas. Or that with so much openess to the sides of each breast, she worried with each step and each bounce of her breasts, her entire tit would come out and be on display for all to see.

She cursed at Jake silently that he would put her in such a position.  And that her body was betraying her, just as Bob clutched the picnic basket with both hands, crimson faced, shoving the basket hard against his erection, unfortunately for him, up against his belly, with the sensitive underside of his cock rubbing the towel and the ridges of the basket.  And Mary tried to wet her lips with her tongue as she realized her sexual desire was feeding off Bob's humiliation as much, or more, than on her own humiliation. When his upper arm had come back it crushed against the hard nipple flesh, sending a thrill through her tit that seemed to race down her trembling tummy and exploded in the erect clitoris that was now riding the moist triangle.  Mary stumbled as the so very unwanted orgasm seemed to tighten and squeeze her hot cunt.

Bob felt Mary stumbling and felt her hard nipple digging into the back and inside of his arm as her full breast seemed to want to find shelter between his arm and his chest.  He turned his head to look as though in a mirror, as Mary red-face, humiliated beyond anything that Jake had ever put her through, let a tear roll from her soul catching eye, which feel to his shoulder in a hot flash of intense stimulation.  He wanted to catch her, keep her from stumbling, to hold her tight, to feel her breasts smashed hard to his naked chest, to feel his cock pressed between her thighs, mostly he wanted to shot his jism deep in her hot sopping cunt.  But his hands were full, and he had other pressing problems.

One particular problem was that she had grabbed him around the waist and leaned harder towards him. And that Samantha had moved her hand out of the way so that Mary's hot flesh burned against Bob's thigh. And that Samantha was now reaching around Mary, holding her, it appeared at the small of her back.  And Jake seemed to have taken hold of Samantha's upper arm at his right shoulder, crowding Mary even tighter to him, forcing to step with her right leg as he stepped with his left, or else both stumble and fall to the ground with their legs entangled.  Mary was shuddering, Bob feeling her hot breath on his naked shoulder.  The women in front were now thoroughly enjoying and laughing at the spectacle the two made.  And Jake was outright laughing, first slapping him on the right shoulder, then his arm slide over Bob's shoulder to actually pull Bob had enough to that her hair cascaded over his shoulder, her hot teary-wet face in his neck.

Mary shuddered again as Bob's elbow pressed between her breasts, she weakly tried to fight it as the second orgasm began to swell and blossom deep in her belly.  She wanted to jam her hand into her crotch, grab and squeeze the flesh, she wanted to knead and squeeze her sex, shove fingers up her cunt so that the orgasm would be so intense she would not crave another so very soon.  But the best she could so was pull herself tight to Bob, feel his hip grinding against hers, and grip his left arm with her left arm.  She wanted his hand at her cunt, his thick fingers filling her.  She wanted to force him to stop, drop the damn basket and let her grab each of his ass cheeks and force his hard cock into her open cunt.  Or at the very minimum be allowed a few seconds to hump his leg like a bitch in heat.

Bob's final resiliance and desire to force the helpless woman off his side was squelched completely at the realization it was her closeness, her pressing her hot trembling body against his tormented flesh, that was holding the damn towel.  His silent pleas were no longer that she would cease to torment his body with her feverish body.  No more did he try to avoid her.  Rather he worked at keeping his leg in time with hers so that her swaying hips would stay against him and so keep the towel from falling off the back of his ass.

"Lovely isn't she?" Samantha whispered in his ear.

Bob tried to answer but his voice was just a strangled croaking noise.  Then in complete disbelief he felt his wife slow up and move behind him, no longer touching him in any way.  Jake, too, the fucking bastard, had slowed to join with Bob's wife, leaving just the two of them pressing hard to each other, both for different forms of security.  Bob knew, almost assurredly, that her need for his safety and security would soon vanish.  When her orgasm subsided and her strength returned, she would hurridly move away from him, totally embarrassed and humiliated.  She would far too ashamed.  Mary would certainly turn and clutch tight to her husband, seeking whatever solace he deemed her worhty of.  Jake might hold her and let her weep on his chest.  For Jake could do that.  He was not carrying no god foresaken basket.  He was not walking around in public with a raging hardon that ached held in that infernal steel ring.  He probably would not, of course, Jake was a creep from the sewers of depravity.  Bob who wanted only to give solace to the beauty on his arm, must instead try to talk with her, to convince her that he needed her.  He had to make her understand she simply could not leave his side.  He had to plead with her, if no other option remained for him, to help him.  The opprtunity to drop the basket and run was long since gone.  Surely before the basket hit the ground the falling towel would be snatched away by either Jake or, Bob realized, his own wife Samantha.  Bob had the vision of him trying desperately to hide his stiff purple cock and balls with his hands, his ass cheeks flapping in the breeze, as he tried to race to some form of covering.  The sidewalk to the beach was now crowded with a throng of eager college students.  The police seemed to be everywhere.  Were he to run, Bob saw in his mind, how he would be caught, his hands cuffed behind his back, his cock waving for the cops to see and laugh at him as they hustled him to a wagon of other miscreants.

No, Bob realized, he had no option but to nuzzle his cheek against hers and whisper his pleas as he tried to keep from shocking and scaring her away.

Mary nearly cringed away as Bob's labored breath brushed her sensitive cheek.  No other man had ever been so close to her, well probably, since Jake was certainly not a man to cuddle and whisper in her ear.  She felt his emotions, ragged and raging, as he asked her to listen to him, to keep pressing hard against his body.  He seemed inceasant about something to do with his towel.  He wanted her to take hold of the towel.  She almost pulled the towel free in gratitude that he was offering his towel to wipe her tears and cover her more completely.

"Oh god no! Please no, Mary, please!"  Bob felt the hand at his right hip gripping the towel and begin to pull it from him.  He felt the slight over hand knot that so barely secured the towel on his left hip start to loosen.  "I beg you."  Bob sobbed against her cheek.

It was only then, as Bob's fear worked through her own, she began to understand his words more clearly.  He wanted her to hold tight to the towel so it would not fall.  Something about being naked underneath.  Hesitantly her hand left his arm and gingerly touched the towel and Bob's skin.  She felt a ripple pass under her fingertips as she slide her fingers softly at his side.  She heard him crying quietly to please hold the towel up, to keep it from untying the rest of the way.  Even as her fingertips worked up over the towel and slipped between the towel and his warm flesh, she felt the towel's knot give way.  Bob sobbed in defeat, a split second before Mary managed to close her fist over the two ends of the towel.

"Oh thank you!" Bob slavered at her cheek.

Finding that rather unnerving, she managed to get him to move his head so she could lay her head on his shoulder.  She was so thankful in a way Bob would never understand.  She was able, and wanted, to keep her body close to him.  To let his muscles and movements carress her aroused body gently, something Jake never seemed to need.  Her body craved the carressing as the feelings that had rushed her body were gently and slowly allowed to fade away.  She smiled in complete blissed as she turned her lips to his skin and her tongue slipped out to taste the sweat of his body.  Her body touched him and affected him greatly.  He would not brutally grab her and shove her away at her most tender time.  Instead he was allowing her to carress him with her right hand ovr his hip and the cheek of his ass.  He was not cruelly pushing her away in scorn, but was allowing her to clean the sweat from his hot and trembling body with gentle sensuous kisses and licks of her eager tongue.

For Bob the last block or so of the off beach walk was pure bliss and agony. The longer they walked so closely together the more bold Mary had become.  By the time the group had finally gotten to a somewhat clear portion of the beach, Mary was actively carressing his ass, gripping it tightly at times even.  She had left her unnerving licking of his shoulder, sweet and wonderous that it felt, to be much like Samantha had been.  Nuzzling his ear, letting her hair brush gently across his back and chest as her tongue inquisitively explored his cheek and earlobe.

Mary could not seem to help herself.  It was as though her body and soul craved to express her gratitude, need, and yes, even though Bob was a married man, whose wife was nearby and even watching them, her adoration.  Her body, first given to a small orgasm that had weakened her knees, then later a much stronger one that had required she cling to this marvelous man so very tightly.  But now her body was firmly, no ... demandingly, craving for full and complete satisfacion that only a hard, solid cock wedged tight into her womb would provide. She had no plans, no idea how this could ever occur, but her body willed it and her mind suffered it.

Bob stared as others prepared the place the group was going to bask in the sand.  His one concern, obviously among others, was what and how he was going to hide his erection. But that was, of course, soon something he had no control over.

Mary, obviously aroused and uncontrollable, helped him to drop the basket and began to hold him close revelling in the feel of his cock, rigid and throbbing under the towel. crushed against and probing her belly.

"Go ahead," Samantha chuckled, "you two need to take a swim and cool off!"

Jake was scowling at Mary, but she did not care.  She would worry about him later, at the present though there was a vast and infinite void within her that only the solid manflesh already indenting her tummy would possible fill.  It was certainly not that Bob had a larger cock than Jake, for that was not the case.  Jake's cock was easily a couple of inches longer and possibly thicker.  No, perhaps it was Bob's vulnerability.  His full dependancy of her being close to him was what had made the desire so much.

Both Bob and Mary stared at Samantha and Jake, the other grinning women completely unseen even though they stood around Jake and Sam.  Bob in complete disbelief that Samantha was allowing Mary to so blatantly squirm her near naked body against him.  And Mary in complete gratitude to Samantha.  For a split second she even thought of Jake and his possible feelings.  Not that she cared, at least in the present, but perhaps the bastard might just get lucky with Samantha.

But for now she only wanted Bob's cock.  And so it was that the bewildered husband that had never actually cheated with another woman, was encouraged to place his hands on this primed and eager wench's ass.  Her left hand pulled his head down to her waiting hungry lips, while her right had held the towel on his hip.  Her need was so great that her tongue pried his lips apart.  Obediently, he parted his teeth and allowed the sweetness of her to enter him, the tip of her tongue darting across the tip of his own.  He never realized that they had been slowly but steadily moving to the water's edge.  Not until he felt the cool water lapping over his toes.

Mary tightened her grip on the male's head and finally managed to lure his tongue between her teeth, where much to her delight, it seemed to want to touch her in every place.  Its size much greater than her own filled her mouth quite satisfyingly.  And when his hunger for the taste of her grew, his roughened tongue sent tingles of pleasure she had never experienced.  It was then the last possible inhibition she may have felt vanished.  At the very instant she allowed one end of the towel to drop from her grasp and the towel quickly pulled and tossed up to the dry sand.  With as much force as she could muster, she shoved him backward into the cold water.

Bob fell backward into the surprisingly cold water.  As strangers began to turn to see what the splashing noise was about, Bob quickly scampered to waist deep water.  And when he turned around and saw Mary approaching, he was torn between maddening desire to taste more of that mystical sweetness of her mouth and fright that welled within him as he saw a woman in pure lust and determination.  He began to struggle backwards in the deepening water, daring not to let his eyes leave the sight coming towards him.

When Mary saw Bob moving backwards, of course then she would need to move deeper.  As the water's small waves lapped just over the worthless and pointless bottom, she undid the knots and let it be washed away towards the shore.  The rush of water on her swollen lips far over rode the coldness of the water.  She could see Bob now having backed out into yet deeper water, needing to use his arms to tread the water.  The water now rose to cover her breasts, and the water soon carried that piece of garment away.  Now her entire body could feel that so strange and thrilling carress only possible by being completely naked.

Bob saw the bra top float towards the shore behind the advancing woman.  In desperaton he spun and kicked into a diving swim, his ass breaking the water before his legs and feet disappeared.

Mary grinned hungrily as the race began.  She swam on the surface to where she felt that Bob had gone, unconcerned that her pale ass glistened in the bright sunlight.  Like Bob, yet unlike Bob, she slipped fully underwater.  Having been a life long swimmer, she was soon able to distinguish Bob in the darker water, now struggling to swim parallel to the shore.  Gracefully her legs scissored and her arms pulled her through the water.  With the exhilerating feel of the water carressing her so completely, she soon was swimming directly under Bob.  Rolling in the water, it was a simple manuever and reach to seculerly catch the stiff cock in her hand.

Bob was nearly terrified to death when he suddenly, out of no where, had his cock engulfed.  And, despite his first attempts that had gotten his cock cruelly twished, was soon being led to shallow enough water that his feet once more touched bottom.  She stopped by beginning to climb up his body.  Pressing close, he felt her hard nipples tight seeming to probe his chest.  When she loosened her hold, her breasts seemed to gently sway and carress him.

Mary felt Bob's resistance fade away.  She also felt his cock sliding down her belly as she continued to climb higher.  At times she rolled her hips and belly to feel his hardness for completely, at other time she moved her hips further back away from him so that the head of his cock lightly bounced in the water just touching her skin.  It was at these times she more quickly gained purchase, the cock head trailing down her body, until with a shuddering gasp she pushed with her hips trying to capture the cock.  The turgid head ground against her clitoris and the blissful waves of pleasure resonated from her clit to her nipples then seemed to come crashing back in the pit of her stomach. Though admittedly beginning intercourse in the water may not be as easy as it would seem to be, Mary had no intention of allowing the cock at her tiny trimmed bush to escape.  With one final roll of her hips, she managed to force the bulbous head into the furrow of her nest.  Then as she gasped and tightly embraced her prey, the head slipped into the opening.  Wrapping her legs tightly behind his, she slowly swallowed the cock into her womb in one slow satisfying stroke.

"Now fuck me!"  Mary demanded, her mouth soon covering his.

Bob was so shocked (?), confused (?), so overwhelmed, at Mary's brazen urgency.  That the cool water, that had somewhat softened his cock, at least from the unbearable agony of before, had now been found a warmth that engulfed it.  And when her lips parted at his lips, there was no need for enticement into the other sweet opening.  With the taste of her on his tongue, the warmth of her around his cock, her legs tightly clutching him, and the water gently carressing his balls. It was not possible to have wild abandoned, mindlessly thrusting sex.  Instead is was slow and long, giving him time to slide his hands up he sides and carress her back. It allowed him time to move to her breasts and feel the resiliance of her tits and the way her moans filled his mouth as his fingers toyed with her nipples.  He had time to, as they worked together to have his cock slide out to almost freedom, then plunge again into the warmth of her body, for his hands to slide down to the cheeks of her clenching and unclenching ass.  With her openess and her obvious growing pleasure as she began to suck on his tongue, her moans turned into deep throated vibrations of pleasure.

Mary sucked on Bob's oral cock.  She could not speak or even groan in pleasure.  His cock was so wonderous in her cunt.  She could ride up its length so easily in the water.  She could slowly allow herself to come back down its length, clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscles to savor the feel of every fraction of an inch of his hardness.  As his hands wander to her openly splayed ass, there was only one desire left to her.  She wanted every orifice filled.

Her first orgasm assailed her just as his finger pushed in through her puckered asshole.

"Don't stop."  She managed to say.

Bob continued his efforts.  The coolness of the water counteracted the heat of her vagina.  He found his own orgasm beginning to grow somewhere back over his asshole.  When he tried to gain momentum and thus come to a rapid conclusion, not only did Mary express displeasure, but it seemed to have quite the uncomfortable problem that his cock grew too hard and full, giving him some not insignificant pain.  No it would needs be a very slow torturous sexual event, that her pussy would ever so slowly suck his orgasm from his body, even as, and probably more because, her own body seemed to be on one unending orgasm.

When his orgasm finally grew strong enough to over come the constricting stainless steel ring, all he could do, and that barely, was to keep standing, his cock deeply sheathed within her pulsing slowly as each spurt of his orgasm had to over come the constricting ring. It felt, Bob much later mused, much as though some tentacle within her womb, some small elongating appendage had worked is way down into his cock.  Through it, passed where his testicles were, and even deeper, if possible past his prostate gland.  Finally finding the deepmost orgasm possible, the appendage began to slowly pull it from his body, seemingly to turn him inside out.  It was the strongest most agonizing orgasm he had ever had.

His ass and balls ached.