Encounter On The Beach by Michael Damien. Back.

I had been dating Kelly for several months when she first casually brought up the idea of going to a nude beach we had heard about in the area from one of her friends. She was very comfortable with her body - as she had every reason to be - and I knew that she liked to show it off. Initially, I wasn't sure I was so comfortable with the idea of going. At first I thought it was due to feeling uneasy about other men seeing her naked, but in retrospect I think I was also a bit anxious about getting naked publicly myself. Well, about a month ago, with the summer weather almost gone for the year, she basically informed me she was going with or without me, and I conceded to join her. In spite of my reluctance I was secretly excited about getting to see an abundance of nude women parading around the beach.

After we found the parking lot and began to take the long walk down the beach to the "clothing optional" area, I became increasingly nervous, particularly after I began to see actual nude sunbathers walking around, playing volleyball, and generally engaging themselves in all the activities of a normal beachgoer. I suggested we not sit too close to the crowd, but Kelly ignored me and proceeded onwards. We dropped our belongings about twenty yards in from of the refreshment stand that was set up; she claimed it would be more convenient when we wanted food or beer.

At this point I my eyes were panning the entire beach looking for attractive women. The group as a whole was predominantly male, and even most of the women were older and/or overweight. There were, however, three or four attractive young nudie cuties who caught my eye. I was enjoying the view but once I was actually there I didn't think I could go through with getting naked myself. When I turned to Kelly to inform her of my change of heart, I was astonished to see that she had already set up her chair and was sitting reading her book -- completely in the nude!

I was incredibly turned on by her tanned, lean body. She's about 5'6" and very athletically built, without an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. Her short but stylish naturally blonde hair turns almost white during the late summer months and the soft blonde hair of her pussy is meticulously shaved. Her breasts are small, but round and tight, and I knew that she had been sunning herself topless somewhere because the only tan lines she exhibited were below the waistline. Her breasts were as tan as the rest of her taut, shapely body.

Seeing her ease, I was too embarrassed to tell her I was afraid to strip, so I began disrobing myself. I tried unsuccessfully to tame my now raging erection, so I dropped my shorts and immediately assumed a position on my stomach to conceal my cock from public view.

"Do you really think you're fooling anyone?" I heard her ask with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing quite well but being to disarmed and uncomfortable to respond in any other way.

"What I mean," she replied, without even looking up from her book, "is do you actually think that people don't realize you have a hard-on?"

I became more flustered by how comfortable she seemed, not only with her own nudity but rather indiscreetly referring to my erection with earshot of a number of others. It seemed almost like she had intentionally been louder than necessary in order to humiliate me.

I gradually got more comfortable, and hotter, and suggested we go down to the ocean. Surprisingly, she declined. Relieved that I could now get an opportunity to look at other women with impunity along the way, I went down to the ocean and cooled off a bit.

When I emerged from the water, I was a bit disoriented as I had drifted down the beach a bit. Where I thought our blanket was set up I saw a guy I'd noticed further down the beach as we were setting up. As I got closer I realized he was talking to Kelly. The guy looked to be slightly taller than me, perhaps 6'1" or 6'2", very tan and athletically built. From the angle at which I was approaching them I couldn't see his face but I could tell they were having a fairly animated conversation; I could see Kelly laughing and tossing her blonde hair the way she was inclined to when flirting with a guy. I'm not generally the jealous type and it never bothered me when she flirted normally, but the fact that they were both naked wasn't sitting very well with me and I quickened my pace a bit.

My return went unnoticed, or perhaps was ignored by the two of them, who were deeply engaged in a superficial but surprisingly familiar conversation. I cleared my throat.

"Oh," Kelly's eyes flashed to me quickly, then back to her new acquaintance. "This is my friend, Mike."

She often referred to me as her "friend", which didn't usually bother me; she had established early on in our relationship that she was very independent and didn't go for labels like "girlfriend" or "boyfriend". The lukewarm reference seemed a bit more loaded on this particular afternoon, however. I shot a resentful gaze at the interloper, really looking at him straight on for the first time.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach as my eyes locked onto him. I had noticed he was fairly athletic from behind, but now I could see that he was totally ripped. He had a washboard stomach - I'm talking true "six-pack" abs, pumped biceps and triceps, and a chest and shoulders that actually looked like they were chiseled out of marble. But the truth is - and I have never been interested, even remotely, in guys sexually - I couldn't take my eyes off the guy's cock. Now, I'll admit I'm not very well endowed in that department; my cock measures 5 1/4 inches when fully erect, and Kelly would often make fun of me for it. She would often refer to me as "TC" FOR "Tiny Cock", especially in public, knowing that people would ask what it stood for and enjoying watching me squirm as I made up a lie to avoid further humiliation. This guy's cock was easily longer in its current, flaccid state than mine was when fully erect. But more shocking was its thickness, and the fact that it was "uncut" just seemed to exaggerate the effect of its magnitude.

When I did finally avert my stare, to glance down at Kelly, it was extremely apparent that she was as transfixed by his cock as I was. At this point she was hardly keeping up her end of the conversation, and wasn't even bothering to disguise what she was looking at.

"Kelly," I interrupted, "what exactly are you looking at?" I wanted to embarrass her, but my plan backfired very quickly.

"Well," she replied casually, without even looking up at me, "I think I'm looking at what I've been missing out on all summer."

"What?" I shot back indignantly.

"Why don't you come back to my place, I'm having a party tonight..." interjected a deep, gravelly voice with the trace of a Latin accent.

"Sure," Kelly responded without missing a beat, already gathering her clothes together.

"I don't think so." I declared. I couldn't decide who was more brazen, this guy strolling over to a complete stranger with his dick hanging out and asking her out right under her boyfriend's nose, or Kelly for accepting his offer. Pride would not suffer this.

Kelly looked directly at me for the first time since I had come back from the ocean. She looked into my eyes, held her gaze for about five seconds, shot her eyes down to my cock, then back up to my eyes.

"What, exactly, are you going to do, kick his ass?"

I was devastated. There was no doubt in my mind that, just based on his physique, this guy could drop me like he was swatting a fly. I looked down in shame, which was only increased as I saw my protruding belly and shriveled little cock hanging out in plain view.

Faintly, but distinctly, I heard her whisper the words, "pussy boy". My humiliation was complete - or so I thought. Actually it had scarcely begun.

Kelly and the guy got dressed and started to leave. Kelly looked over at me as she aired out her towel.

"Why don't you come with?"

"What..." I mumbled, not quite understanding what she meant.

She grinned for a second. "You are coming with us.... Because I want you to watch me fucking him. Maybe I'll even let you have a turn." I couldn't believe she asked. I couldn't believe I'm so pussy-whipped that I actually went.

We all hopped into Luis' black convertible and drove to his apartment. I sat in the back. We arrived at his apartment twenty minutes later. We went in and the two of them didn't waste much time - they tore each other's clothes completely off before they were even in the bedroom. They weren't paying the least bit of attention to me as they stumbled onto his bed.

I followed them in and just sort of stood there sheepishly in the corner. Kelly went right down on him, barely able to slip his enormity into her mouth at all. She went at it with great zeal, but she began gagging a bit after a few seconds. Luis quickly and skillfully swung her body around and came up behind her. He gently slid his girth into her tight pussy as Kelly arched her back and emitted a deep throaty moan. They were both facing me now, Luis behind Kelly and pumping in and out as Kelly continued to whimper and squeal with pleasure. She looked up at me for a second and then came hard - literally screaming. With me she had scarcely moved, let alone ever came.

After she had come twice more, Luis spent himself inside her and they both collapsed on the bed. Kelly looked up at me.

"Take your clothes off, pussy boy" she said calmly. "and come over here on your knees."

I obeyed instinctively and immediately.

"Now you've seen what a real man can do with his cock. Having sex with you was less exciting than having my nails done."

She turned and whispered something to Luis, who nodded. She then looked back to me.

"Do you know I accidentally walked in on my twelve year old cousin getting out of the shower last week, and his cock is bigger than yours - and it's not even that close, honey. Now I want you to know what a real cock feels like. Lick the come off of Luis's dick."

"No," I said feebly.

"You know you're gonna..." she said with an arrogant smile. She was right. I would do just about anything she wanted at this point.

I slowly put my mouth around his huge member and actually licked it clean. As I was finishing I heard a little clicking sound. I looked up and to my horror saw Kelly standing over me clutching a disposable camera. I had now been photographed sucking this guy's cock.

Kelly was delighted. "Now I know you'll do whatever I want, " she taunted me gleefully. "Though being such a pussy I hardly need blackmail. Even if Luis weren't here I could probably kick your ass myself." To be honest I had seen her work out and it wasn't that far a stretch.

"Now that you've felt a real man's cock in your mouth I think it's time you really became more acquainted with one."

I looked at Luis with revulsion.

"No," Kelly responded, anticipating my thoughts. "Luis isn't gay - I'm going to fuck you myself." She produced a long, black strap-on dildo from her bag and attached it to herself.

"Where the hell did that come from?" I asked.

"I always have this with me," she said. "How do you think I've been getting myself off while I've been getting fucked by your pathetic little cock - at least, when I'm not cheating on you. You don't think any girl could get off on that pathetic little thing, do you....TC?" She couldn't contain a broad grin.

"What does TC..." Luis started to ask.

"Tiny Cock." I interrupted dejectedly. No further humiliation was possible after what had happened - and what was about to happen.

They both laughed uproariously.

"Now turn around and spread those cheeks, you little slut." I obliged.

I couldn't believe the pain as the shaft slid ever deeper into my tight virgin ass. She gradually got it all in, and she began pumping vigorously in and out.

"Squeal for me, baby," she said. I already had been, with pain.

"Tell me you're a pussy boy. Tell me you love a cock in your ass."

I admitted to everything.

After what seemed like an eternity with that plastic cock pulsing in and out of my ass, the pressure on her clit from the penetration brought Kelly to orgasm and she withdrew.

"It's funny," she said afterwards, as I lay slumped on the floor with my anus throbbing looking up at her and Luis smiling condescendingly at me. "That's the first time you've ever made me come."

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