4 comments/ 94520 views/ 36 favorites Surfer Girl By: Dugfunny The sand was hot underneath his feet, causing him to hop around, so he ran further toward the water in hope that the sand closer to shore was cooler. Danny was stuck going alone since his best friend Jason and his girl friend needed the hotel room for themselves. The others that he had joined for his vacation were at a casino and arcade on the board walk; leaving their doors locked so watching television in one of their rooms wasn't an option. He also didn't want to join them because the electronic gambling bored the hell out of him. The beach seemed pretty barren except for a group of surfers. It made him nervous; locals at beaches were usually portrayed on TV. as ass holes to tourists. He tried his best to avoid their attention as he dropped his towel on the sand and went for the water. Hopefully a few hours of swimming would give Jason all the time he needed. They were leaving later so he didn't want to have to waste too much of the day. "You can't swim here!" A voice called and stabbed into Danny before he could step into the water. Nervously, he turned toward the origin of the voice. "We're surfing here!" One of the surfers called as they approached. They were made up of five large guys with typical long hair and a single girl. Everyone in the group was taller than him. The leader, a blond who was almost twice his size, was walking the fastest and looked ready to drag Danny back off the beach. Just behind him though was a slightly smaller brunet who hair down past his shoulder. "Oh, sorry." Danny quickly replied and tried to move away from them as fast as he could. "Hold up," the brunet called. "You surf?" Danny didn't know how to respond, but the surfer already knew the answer. He moved past the blond and seemed to save Danny from the embarrassing walk of shame. "I could give you a lesson." "No, um, thanks but I..." Danny started but he was so transparent that he was quickly interrupted again. "No worries dude, all we do is surf. This'll be the like the most productive thing we've done in months. I'm Eric, that's Tobie, Sissy, Aaron, Caleb, and that fagot is Tyler." The brunet told Danny and pointed out each of the individuals. Tyler tried to insult Eric in return, but Danny couldn't hear him as Eric continued. "Come on, I'll let you use my board." Danny was taken aback by the offer. Nothing was free in the city that he grew up in and surfing lessons were the type of thing the normally costs money. Eric's torso was covered by his board, but Danny could tell he was incredibly skinny. His long hair and feminine facial features and voice also made it hard to tell if he was a girl or a guy. Luckily he was only wearing a long pair of swimming trunks so it was pretty safe to assume that Eric was a guy. He grabbed Danny by the arm and pulled him into the water while they all paddled out. Danny's first attempts at balancing on the board ended predictably until Eric started to hold the board still for him. Then he had to worry about constantly being knocked over by the occasional wave. After an hour of getting the basics, Danny surprised everyone by successfully riding a wave all the way back to shore. A few of them cheered as if seeing him stand that long on a board was amazing enough. His face was red and he didn't know if he should be embarrassed or proud. Then he hit the shore and rolled off the board. Eric stepped out of the ocean and helped Danny up while grabbing his board. "You're a fast learner." "Really?" Danny responded while brushing the sand off of himself. "No bro, you totally suck." Eric took back his compliment and started walking his board further down the beach. Danny felt a pain in his stomach as his new friend seemingly ditched him in disappointment. "Come on!" Eric shouted and waved his hand in the air in instruction. Thats all Danny needed to hear as he ran as fast as he could to catch up to Eric. "Where are we going?" Eric hesitated to respond and kept looking forward in a serious manor. "Yea while you were eating sand the others wanted to go get something to eat. So I'm going to continue our lesson in my secret surfing spot. Best waves in the world dude it'll be great." "You're going to show me your secret spot? But I don't even live here. I leave tonight, you see I'm just here on vacation with some friends and I got to be back by tonight or they'll leave without me," Danny tried to explain the situation. "I know. But who the hell are you going to tell, right? Just as long as you don't tell my friends, I'll still have it to myself." Eric led Danny to a small woods at the end of the beach where the sand ended and there was a small five foot edge that extended slightly further out creating a tree covered plateau with a sudden drop along the side into the water. Danny followed obediently into the thickening brush. They continued along the edge until a sandbar appeared at the bottom. Eric held onto a group of vines and lowered down his board before lowering himself. Danny simply jumped down onto the sand and slowly began to stand up when he finally got a good look at Eric's chest. He had small protruding... breasts. He had small breasts and large nipples. 'Boobs, long hair, looks like a girl, sounds like a girl.' Danny was starting to put it all together while Eric leaned back against the dirt wall with a knowing smile on his face. "Holy shit! You're a chick?" Danny practically shouted. "Well duh!" Eric responded with the same confident smile. "But you're not wearing a bra or anything over your chest." said Danny, still staring at her cute little breasts. "So, fooled you." Eric was still relaxing back while fully exposing his perky breasts to Danny. Danny couldn't respond. This girl was walking around with her breast showing and he never noticed. It was worse since it took until now for him to notice how hot she was. Once the cloud of confusion was gone and he no longer thought the topless girl was a guy, he was stricken by her beauty. "You want to touch 'em?" Eric raised a cocky eyebrow. "You mean, you'll let me..." of course Danny had difficulty getting past how great an opportunity he had. "Quit being such a pussy and suck my tits already." Eric interrupted without restraint. Danny was on Eric in the blink of an eye but took his time getting his mouth on a nipple, still nervous about rather or not she'd suddenly reject him. Instead, Eric's hand wrapped around the back of his neck and she shoved her nipple into his mouth. At first, Danny sucked on the nipple like a baby but Eric's efforts forced his mouth wider and he had the entire small tit in his mouth. He struggled momentarily before massaging it with his tongue, the nipple rubbing against his uvula. Eric swung his head back and moaned as Danny unknowingly milked him and swallowed the occasional drop. The surfer's hand lowering to his own swimming trunks caught Danny's attention. The hand gently rubbed his balls and sent Danny franticly pulling his swimming trunks off in a rapid manor to let Eric get to the contents. Instead, there was a powerful pop as the breast was ripped out of his mouth. Danny fell back and Eric grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him onto his knees. Picturing the tight vagina behind Eric's trunks had his mouth water. Eric's hands gently gripped both sides of his own swimming trunks and began slowly lowering them in front of Danny's moistening mouth. They began to slowly stretch out and thicken in the front. Danny stared in concentrated confusion as Eric's massive cock nearly snapped the waist band. They fell at Eric's feet and he kicked the trunks to behind Danny. "What, what, what is that? You have a dick? And breasts? What are you?" Danny fumbled with the words. "Dude you'd be totally doing me a solid if you put your mouth around my dick. And you still owe me for those surfen lessons." Eric didn't wait for permission; he grabbed Danny's head and brought it to the head of his dick. The vacationer held his lips shut as the cock kissed them. The power behind it only continued to build until Danny's mouth was forced open and the head filled his mouth. "That salty taste in your mouth... it's not the water." Eric almost laughed and Danny felt the meat throb in his mouth and a sudden salty liquid filled the last crevices. Danny expected himself to throw up, but it didn't come. 'I have a dick in my mouth. I have a dick in my mouth!' His mind running wild. 'This is gay, I'm not gay. Am I? This can't be happening. He is... kind of hot... He. HE. His dick... tastes good. I think I like this...' He gripped Eric's knees as the thick snake began to slide slowly down his throat. 'WOW!' was all that came to mind as his neck thickened and he got light headed. Two powerful testicles the size of his fist slammed into his chin. They migrated to the side of each cheek and the sweaty ball skin consumed the entire lower part of his face. The sudden realization that he was about to pass out caused him to panic and he pushed away with everything he had. The dick slipped out half way, but swelled up and came to a sudden stop. The smell of sperm filled his nose and his gag reflex helped the dick get moving again. Eric grudgingly pulled his cock out of Danny mouth to allow him to breathe as the monster spit a thick load all over his face. Danny sobbed and wiped as much off of his face as he could as a thin layer already began to dry. The horrible smell left him coughing, but the lack of oxygen in his lungs made him take in full breaths of the stink. Drips of semen hit his side as Eric masturbated over him. "Th... *cough*... There's more?" Danny cried while looking up at the superior cock, his own growing in-between his legs at the amazing sight. Eric's own cock thickened more and the surfer let out another moan. "I'm going to explode! Bend over!" Eric pushed Danny against the dirt wall. "Grab the roots and spread your legs! Quick!" "No. Wait. You can't be serious! You're... You're huge!" Danny looked back at the throbbing cock that was about to violate his rectum. "Thats got to be like a foot and a half long!" Eric gripped him by the back of his arms and forced his face into the mud at the base of the dirt wall. Then he grabbed Danny's ass and aimed for the hole. "NoooOOOO!" Danny screamed as he was penetrated. It drove deep inside him and his butt struggled to hold itself together. Sweat built up over his forehead and he grinned his teeth as he was stuffed. Deeper and deeper, Eric drove himself as far as he could go. Danny's stomach and ribs expanded and he let out a wimpy cry as he was unable to fight back. 'How far was he going to go? This thing could kill me!' Eric's balls smacked against his and it felt like a kick to the groin. His eyes shot wide open in shock, not at the pain but in the realization of how deep he was speared on the rod. "No... Please... can't..." Danny struggled. The surfer began his retreat, only stopping half way. Danny squeezed the roots in his hands. He knew what was coming. FWOOP! Smack! The powerful thrust shook Danny's entire body and he felt his insides tremor. "Oh God!" Eric laughed as he pulled out and slammed into his bitch again and again. Danny's screams grew softer with each slam. Eric slowly got to full speed and the painful screams turned into quiet sighs of pleasure. Danny released his grip and pressed against the muddy wall of dirt, sweat, and semen. His muscles twitched and he let out a final moan of ecstasy before squirting on the sand below him. He felt warm, but it wasn't the sun. He felt warm inside, and squishy. Eric's seed filled his lower intestines and sent him into a powerful orgasm. Danny's tongue hung out of his mouth and he smiled acceptingly. He could feel the full detail of the powerful, hot, cum gushing cock driving into his organs over and over. "Ooooh you are so fucked!" Eric shouted out his own orgasm. The cock once again throbbing at its release shook Danny at his very core. Eric held the monster deep inside Danny's stomach as the warm sperm settled. Danny's eyes grew suddenly heavy and he blacked out as a powerful sensation rippled through his body. Eric's hand slapped him in the face and woke him out of his slumber. "Ow... oh. How long was I out?" Danny asked. "Just for the night." Eric replied. "Shit, shit." Danny tried to get up but the pain in his stomach and ass grounded him. "Just kidding, relax man you were only out for an hour. I remember what you said earlier." Eric lied to help Danny relax. Danny looked around and noticed he was lying in a tent. "How did I get here?" he asked and fear started to build inside him. 'Only an hour?' "Just relax." Eric smiled and put his hand on Danny's slightly enlarged stomach. "There was no secret spot was there?" Danny asked remembering the location where he was lost his virginity. A location like that seemed only good for one thing. "Oh yea! Sorry man but I made that up so I could get you away from the others. Dude... I had to smash that ass!" Eric smiled down at him then got up to leave the tent. Danny felt a strange feeling in his stomach. 'How am I supposed to get home?' 'What is Eric going to do with me now?' 'What the hell is wrong with my stomach!?' "Am I pregnant!?!" Surfer Girl I was idly leaning on a post down at the beach, watching the surfers displaying their talent. Some were excellent. Some were the pits. Pretty normal state of affairs, with everyone having fun. I spotted Tracy down near the water's edge, casually flirting with some of the boys. An attractive young woman, Tracy. Right now she was wearing a multi-coloured bikini, showing off a very nice figure. A brunette with blue eyes and a very nice tan. I idly wondered if she had tan lines and decided that yes, she would have. Not the type of girl to risk nude sun-bathing. Another interesting thing about Tracy was that she had recently turned eighteen and had no established boyfriend. Every lone male around the place was sniffing around, hoping to make the grade. A few of the supposedly attached young wolves were also making their presence known. That young lady had better watch out. Tracy finished off her chat with the boys down the beach and turned and headed in my direction. Not to see me, specifically, but rather needing to pass me on her way to her destination, probably the shop at the top of the path. "How's it going, Tracy?" I casually asked as she came trotting up. She nodded, muttered, "Brendan," and would have gone right on trotting past. "What?" I asked. "Not going to stop and say hullo?" She stopped and turned back towards me, looking a little doubtful. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I wasn't meaning to be rude." "I didn't think you were. Just surprised that you didn't stop to chat a while." "Um, yes, I've been warned that I should stay away from you. I was told you had a bad reputation." She burst out with that little gem all in one breath, sounding apologetic. "Bad reputation?" I said indignantly. "Who says? Never been in trouble with the law in my life. I have a job and I work damn hard and pay my own way." "Not that sort of reputation," she defended. "I mean you have a bad reputation with women." "What male doesn't," I pointed out. "You point to a man with a good reputation where women are concerned and I'll show you a man who was accidentally castrated at birth." "You know what I mean," she snapped. "They say that the only time you speak to a girl is when you're planning to get into her pants." I laughed at that. "Really? I take it you didn't see me talking to the two young ladies further down the beach. I must have been with them for half an hour, just talking, and I didn't make a single pass." Tracy looked in the direction I indicated and immediately spotted the two women. Pretty hard to miss them. They weren't that young, but they were both on the large side. If they wanted to go surfing they'd need two boards each - one for each foot. Tracy blushed. "You know what I mean. I heard one of the boys say that you're just waiting to get into my pants, and I won't have it." "Ah, Tracy, how does that make me any different from every other male on the beach?" "Well, they're not all trying to think up ways to seduce me," she snapped. "True. Some are dreaming of rape and others are wondering if you'd be susceptible to a bribe," I said with a grin. "Are you worried that I might try to drag you behind these bushes and ravish you?" "Don't be silly," came the rather cold reply. "I will at least credit you with more decency than that." "Now who's being silly? If I thought that that was what you wanted then of course I'd do it." "Oh, get real! Who the hell would want to get dragged behind the bushes and raped?" "Funny you should mention that," I told her. "I happen to know of a young lady who had to confess to her parents that that was exactly what happened to her while she was up here on holiday." "You're kidding?" "I'm not," I said, shaking my head. "Mind you, I'm pretty sure that she didn't tell them that the same man had dragged her behind the bushes and ravished her every afternoon that she was here, and she was here for ten days." Tracy was looking shocked. "Hey, don't look at me that way. I wasn't the culprit. The only reason I knew about it was that I saw her being dragged behind the bushes the first day and went to assist her. Fortunately, before I barged in, I was able to see that my assistance would not be appreciated. But I kept an eye on the young lady for the next few days. Every afternoon at two, she'd come tripping down the path, only to be seized and dragged behind the bushes. Poor girl." "You're making that up," Tracy protested. "Nope. Cast your mind back to the holidays last year. See if you can remember which young lady was never at the beach in the afternoon until quite late." I could see her contemplating, then she suddenly stiffened. "Oh my god. You have got to be kidding." "Uh-uh, no names. You might have the wrong girl and I wouldn't confirm it either way. Tell you one additional bit of info. I happened to be chatting with the gentleman concerned, just letting him know I knew what was going on in case there was trouble over it. He told me that for the last day of their holidays he had suggested that he might bring a mate with him for a threesome. The young lady was most offended, and said no way known, but sort of spoiled it by pointing out that if he brought a mate, there wouldn't be much she could do to prevent it, what with two men holding her down." It was a true story, and Tracy seemed to realise it, looking quite shocked. Understandable, if she had guessed the young lady concerned. She had a bit of a reputation for being holier than thou. "Anyway, I'm not intending to seduce you, Tracy, so stop worrying." She promptly looked miffed, but wasn't sure how she could complain about me not intending to seduce her. "Ah, I don't mean not ever, Tracy," I added. "It's just that I'm not sure that you're ready for anything like that just yet." Now she was offended. "And what do you mean by that crack," she snapped. "I'm the one who's going to decide when I'm ready to have sex, not you." "Yes, but not where I'm concerned," I pointed out. "I wouldn't want to be accused of taking advantage of you." She made a humphing sound, clearly displeased but unable to show it. "What did you stop me for, anyway?" "Oh, well, I was watching you as you came towards me, and I was admiring your tan, and I couldn't help but wonder if you have tan lines. I'd love to see them if you have." "I beg your pardon? I thought you weren't interested in seducing me." "That doesn't preclude my admiring your figure and tan. You have to know that you're a very pretty young woman. Slip the strap off your shoulder." "Why?" "It'll give me a clue as to whether you have a tan line," I said. "Well you're out of luck. My shoulders are fully tanned, so you still won't know," she said, smirking. "Hmm. Easy fixed," I said softly. I reached over, slipped a finger over the edge of her bikini bottom, and pulled it out slightly, seeing a distinct flash of white before she hastily pulled away. "You can't do that," she said. "Yes, I can. I just did, and you have tan lines. I want to see them." "Well you can't." "Why not?" "Well, for a start, I'm not taking my bikini off on the beach." "Why not?" "What do you mean, why not? Do you seriously think I'd strip here where everyone could see me?" "No-one's looking and they probably wouldn't notice. I bet if you took your bikini off anyone looking in this direction would think you were still wearing one. A white one." "Not going to happen." "Ah, I get it. You don't shave and you're afraid they'd see your fur and know what it was." "No, I'm not. I haven't got any fur. That is, it's none of your business why not? I'm not doing it." I nodded understandingly. "Scared the big bad man might see your pussy. I can understand that." "It's not that at all," Tracy protested primly. "I'm just not going to flash you in a public place." "Yes, it is that," I retorted. "I'll tell you what. Just step behind these bushes for a moment and show me." She glared at me but didn't move. "Thought so," I said, grinning at her. Tracy looked even more furious, chewing on her lip. "All right, I'll show you," she snapped. "But you lay one finger on me and I'll scream." She pushed past me and slipped between the two bushes. On the other side there was a nice secluded patch of ground with some sort of grass growing on it. It was a nice little spot. Tracy seemed a little startled to see it. She'd probably assumed that it was all bush back there. I lazily leaned against a tree that abutted the little glade, watching her, trying to look totally harmless. Tracy took a deep breath and slipped off her bikini bottom and stood facing me. She did indeed have tan lines, and she looked so very cute and desirable. She was correct about not having any fur, and the whiteness of her mons seemed to accentuate her nakedness. "Very nice. Very nice indeed," I murmured. "Ah, your top?" "I don't have tan lines there," she muttered, blushing. "All the more reason to let me see," I told her. In for a penny, in for a pound, she seemed to decide, and reached up and slipped her top loose. That top was pure decoration, and surplus to requirements, in my opinion. Her breasts were their own decoration. "Naughty girl. You've been sunbathing topless." "Only at home," she defended. "I wouldn't do it in public. Are you satisfied now?" "Not by a long shot," I said. "You do know how lovely your body is, don't you?" She blushed, and I could see her nipples crinkling and starting to stand erect. "Look at that," I murmured. "They like me looking at them." I held up a finger. "One finger," I said softly, and reached over and lightly touched each nipple. I moved back again before she could protest. "I said no touching," she hissed, annoyed, but not really annoyed. Really annoyed would have been if I hadn't made any sort of move. "I know, I know," I said. "My hands are off, honest." I held them up to demonstrate. She was wondering how she went about getting her bikini back on without looking as though she was nervous. I interrupted her wonderings. "I guess it's only fair that I show you my tan lines." "There's no need," came the quick retort. "Oh, I don't mind," I said, already sliding down my shorts. She flicked a quick glance at me, before looking determinedly elsewhere. Then what she'd seen registered and she looked back to check. "Oh," she said, blushing. I didn't have the erection she was expecting. I was flaccid, determinedly so. "I said I wasn't intending to seduce you," I murmured. "I know! I know! But men always seem to stick out anyway," she muttered. "You've seen an occasional erection?" I guessed. "Most women your age have." "Men seem set on showing them. That's why I thought yours would be." "Some of us have more control that others," I said in an offhand manner, desperately telling the damn thing to stay down. "I can have it stand up if you like." "What? You can just make it erect when you want to?" "Sure. Watch." I finally relaxed and my cock promptly stirred and started to swell. Tracy watched, fascinated. "Oh my goodness," she muttered. "I don't believe it. How does it grow like that? I wouldn't have thought it would get that large." "All I had to do was take note of the fact that you're naked and my body reacts. If I concentrate, it'll go down again." I proceeded to demonstrate, and Tracy looked distinctly disappointed as my erection died away. "Mind you, some things will overcome my control," I said. "If you were to take hold of it there's no way I could stop it swelling back to life." "Really? "Really." Tracy hesitated for a moment and then took hold of me. Her hand held me quite comfortably until I started to grow. Tracy's face looked as though she'd found herself holding a live snake. She wanted to let go and jump back but didn't quite dare. I'll swear my erection was even larger this time and Tracy's small hand couldn't close all the way around it. Tracy suddenly found herself in a position where, instead of worrying about a boy groping her, she found herself groping a man who said he didn't want to seduce her. She still seemed determined to hold her prize for a little longer, just sort of weighing it in her hand. "Ah, Tracy, if you don't mind?" She blushed and snatched her hand away. "Oh my goodness. That looks almost painful, swelling up like that," she muttered. "Not really. Does it hurt you when I do this?" I reached down and lightly cupped her mound, giving it a little squeeze. Her eyes went wide but, before she complained, I gave another quick squeeze and moved my hand away. "Your mound is slightly swollen," I murmured, "but I'll bet it doesn't hurt you, now does it?" "It is not and you couldn't tell anyway," she denied, glaring at me when I smirked. "Ah, Tracy, I could feel your inner lips kissing my hand. Like it or not, you're a little bit excited." "This is bullshit," she said, almost growled it, actually. "I'm getting dressed." "OK," I said amiably, "but before you do. . ." My voice trailed away, and I finished up saying, "No, maybe not." "Before I do, what?" she challenged. I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. Maybe another time." "Maybe another time what?" she insisted. I sighed. "I was just wondering if you'd ever thought about what it would be like to have an erection rubbing against your lips. Not entering you, which you're not ready for, anyway, but just rubbing against the outside of them so you could get a sense of how it feels. But I thought I'd better not suggest it because you might take it the wrong way. Get your bikini back on." "Don't tell me what to do. I'm getting it on." "Um, you mean just having it rub against me?" she asked, a hand waving in the general direction of her pussy. "Mm. But let it go. Your bikini." "Alright, already. Stop rushing me. I can make up my own mind, you know? I don't need you to make decisions for me." "Um, how would you do that?" "Do what?" "Rub it against me?" "Oh, you just let it rest between your legs and press up against you." "Try it." "Excuse me?" "I'm curious. I have been for ages. I mean I've seen the damn things but yours is the first one I've actually touched. Now I can't help wondering what it would feel like rubbing against me, so why not try it? After all, you've already said that you're not going to seduce me." There was a bit of irritation in that last sentence. I think it was a case of, 'Damn it. He's a man. He should want to seduce me.' "Come here," I said with a bit of a resigned sigh. To ensure she did I reached out and drew her closer, hand on her elbow. When she was close enough I pushed my erection down, letting it rest between her legs, pressing up against her pussy. Moving slowly I dragged it back and forth a couple of times. Tracy's face was scarlet, and she was looking confused. I moved back away from her before she could suggest it. "I'm really too tall for you," I told her. "If you want I suppose I could lie down and you can straddle me and try it out. A lot easier for you." My reluctance seemed to act as a goad. Tracy said she thought that was a fine idea. So, still reluctant, I settled down on the grass while Tracy, suddenly looking rather nervous, settled herself across me. "Just lean forward until you feel me rubbing against you," I advised her, watching her face as she edged forward until her slit was rubbing against my cock. Then she leaned forward, bringing some pressure to bear. I gently moved my hips, providing some friction. "Better call it quits now, love," I suggested. "Why?" Tracy was deliberately rubbing herself against me now, being provocative. I grinned up at her, lifted my hands and cupped her breasts. "Because," I said, gently massaging, "you're starting to get out of your depth. Next thing you'll be wanting to just ease the head inside you to feel what it's like." "No, I wouldn't. I know what it feels like," she protested, but she didn't stop idly squirming against me, nor did she try to stop me stroking her breasts. "You know what it feels like outside," I pointed out. "Inside, it may just be a little too big for you." Anyone would think I was challenging her womanhood, the way she reacted. She gave me a furious look, lifted herself slightly, reached down and deftly managed to move her lips apart and sink down a little, letting her lips close around me. She gave me a triumphant look. "Very good," I murmured. My hands went up around her, holding her tight while I rolled over, leaving her on the ground with me pinning her down, my cock just inside her. "How does it feel now?" Her eyes opened wide as she took in her position. Lying down, naked, with me, naked, lying on top of her with my cock already pushed past her lips and nestled inside her. "I suggest that you ask me to take it out before you find yourself in more trouble," I told her, beating her to the punch. Her lips tightened as she swallowed those very words. "I'm fine," she said. "Ah, it feels kind of strange." "Mm. Strange bad or strange good?" "I'm not sure," she muttered. "Just strange." I eased in a little more so that she could feel my cock butting against her hymen. She was staring up at me, fascinated, as though she'd never seen me before. "You tricked me," she mumbled. "Admit it. You wanted this all along." "Actually, I wanted this last year, but you were too young. I've been waiting for you." Tracy blushed, still staring at me. "What are you going to do now?" "That depends," I said thoughtfully, "on what you want me to do." "I have a choice?" she asked, looking surprised. I bent my head for a moment, brushing my mouth and teeth against one pretty pink nipple, then looked back at her. "With me, you'll always have a choice." "So if I tell you to take it out?" A moment's delay while I tasted her other nipple, sucking gently on it. "Then that would be your choice. I may not like it, but I'd have to respect it." Another delay while my hands lightly squeezed her breasts, rolling the nipples under my thumbs. "You do realise if you tell me to go on, it may hurt a little, especially when I break this?" I gently bumped my cock against her hymen a couple of times, watching her eyes open wide. It was really unfair. She was hot and excited and I was playing with her nipples, getting her even more excited. On top of that she now knew that I'd been waiting for her, wanted her, and was still willing to leave the final decision up to her. She blinked, then nodded. "Do it," she said softly. I wasn't going to argue. I leaned down and kissed her, hard. Her hands closed over my head as she kissed me back, showing a good deal of enthusiasm. At the same time I increased the pressure down below, my erection pressing hard against her hymen. It was a frail little barrier, yielding easily, costing me a bit lip. I gave a louder yelp than she did, rearing back to look at her indignantly. Tracy was trying not to giggle, but was also getting increasingly distracted by what was happening inside her. My erection was happily surging forward, sliding down the slippery slope provided. Tracy was shifting slightly under me, twisting about a little, trying to find the best position to allow me to slide deeper. Then I finally had Tracy where I wanted her, between a rock and a hard place. Although in this instance, the rock was a bed of grass, and the hard place was now deep inside her. Now it was time to educate her a little. I resumed kissing her, hands holding her head still while I did so, but my hips were moving in a nice gentle rhythm, pressing softly in and then withdrawing. Slowly but surely Tracy was picking up the rhythm, moving with me. I released her lips and raised my head, looking down at her. She was staring back at me, but her awareness wasn't focused on me. It was down where the action was taking place. Surfer Girl She was breathing hard, making funny little sounds. "You like?" I whispered, and there was a vigorous nodding of her head. "I like," she whispered back. I started moving a little faster, drawing further out and pushing back firmly, coaxing her to adjust and move with me. Not that much coaxing was needed. I gathered the impression that she just wanted to go wild, but I managed to restrain her, keeping the movements flowing easily. And continuously. I didn't want this to finish too soon. Now that I had a nice tempo going I managed to keep it going for quite a while. Tracy was gasping, muttering things and making little love sounds generally, and matching every move I made, clinging to me tightly as I took her higher. A couple of times I had to slow down just a fraction. Tracy wasn't quite ready for a finale and I looked like being too ready, so a little easing at opportune moments was called for. But easing is not stopping, and every moment we continued Tracy was lifted just that little bit higher. It was pretty obvious towards the end that she didn't know which way was up, her whole world just emotion and sensation, as she burned brightly. I don't know about burning brightly myself, but I was definitely feeling the heat. I started applying myself in earnest. Tracy seemed to just lose her voice as I bore down more heavily. I was driving in hard and fast, knowing that it was now or never. On second thoughts, forget the never. It was most certainly going to be right now. As I watched, Tracy's eyes opened wide in shock and then slowly closed. I could feel her closing tightly around me, shaking with the force of the feelings washing through her. Me, I was busy climaxing at the same time, but still managed to appreciate Tracy's joy and excitement. "What happens now?" asked Tracy after we were dressed and strolling up the path towards the shop. "I'm not certain," I said, "but let me tell you what's going to happen tomorrow. You're going to come strolling down that path. . ." I went on to describe the things that would probably happen to her the next day, while she blushed and looked straight ahead. She was almost glad to be greeted by friends in the shop and hauled away from me. - - - The next day I was loitering on the beach, just where the path met the beach. Tracy came traipsing down the path, smiling when she saw me. She turned off the path onto the beach and between the bushes to our little grove. Anyone behind her on the path would have seen her turn onto the beach and pass out of sight. The people on the beach just wouldn't have seen her arrive at all. A very discreet little corner that. I've always wondered who set it up originally. I suspect that little glade has been in use for a long time. I'd already told Tracy what was going to happen to her. She'd barely stepped into the glade before I was moving her down onto all fours, crouching there, waiting for me, casting nervous little looks over her shoulder at me. I settled down behind her, taking a deliberate hold of her bikini pants and drawing them slowly down, exposing her to my eyes. My hand settled upon her, slowly rubbing back and forth. I wasn't really surprised to find that she was already somewhat excited. She'd probably been thinking about this all morning, working herself up. That didn't mean I was cutting my administrations short. My fingers danced over her, stimulating and exploring. Tracy was breathing hard, making interesting little sounds as my fingers dipped into her. She squeaked and squealed as I stimulated her, including a couple of very shocked gasps when I wandered too close to her clitoris, threatening a sensory overload. Reaching up, I unfastened her top, letting it drop away, freeing her breasts for my greedy hands. Hands cupping her breasts, my erection was lightly pressing against her lips. "Now?" I asked quietly. "Please," she said, in a soft agonised wail. I pressed slowly forward, sliding in easily and deeply, accompanied by a sigh of relief and a firmly upthrust young bottom. I drove in hard, starting with a tempo that was a lot faster than the previous days initiation. Tracy was right there with me, knowing what to expect and eager to taste it. Her breasts rubbed against my hands as her bottom happily bounced up and down, meeting my thrusts with an upward movement of her own. It was patently obvious that this encounter wasn't going to last nearly as long as the previous days, but it had a frenetic beauty that was all its own. Tracy was already making little mewling sounds, keening softly in her throat as her excitement rose rapidly. I kept on driving in, not trying to prolong the encounter, just letting it take its own natural way. I took her hard and fast and she responded, enjoying my domination of her body and the pleasure I brought her. All too soon I was driving home for the finishing run, sorry to see the end in sight, but looking forward to it anyway. Tracy was ready, her whole body quivering on the edge of her climax, and I quite happily moved to push her over, sending her screaming down that long fall of pleasure. That's a figure of speech, by the way. She didn't scream as she climaxed. If I'd thought she was going to I'd have gagged her. Not the sort of sound you want your girlfriend to give voice to when you're this close to a crowded beach, I assure you. Tracy collapsed, shuddering with aftershock, while I eased down onto the ground beside her. I rolled her onto her side and lay there, cuddling her as she slowly recovered. "That was something different," she eventually told me. I agreed, chasing her into her bikini as I did so. "However," I told her, "if you want different, tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow I intend to. . ." It's odd but, even after having just been lustily serviced, Tracy still managed to blush when I explained what I intended to do to her the next day. Or possibly that afternoon, if we could get some privacy.