Beaten on the Beach
by brooksie   brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A strong young college girl shows off to her friends.


A gorgeous summer morning, nothing on the agenda, mid-week so the beach won't
be too crowded...sounds like another day in paradise! The spot I had in mind
is a bit of a trek to reach, but well worth the effort, particularly because
it's one of Canada's few, if not only, nude beaches. I packed a lunch and a
few other necessities and rode across town. I locked up the bike and descended
the long pathway that led from the top of a tall bluff to the beach below. As
I suspected, it was not very crowded. In fact, there were remarkably few
people there, even for a Wednesday morning. Since it is a nude beach,
sightseeing (at least for horny young guys like myself) is one of its major
attractions. Looking around I could see nothing of particular interest, just a
few couples, three guys playing frisbee and a pair of giggly young girls
sunbathing with their suits on. I decided to keep walking just to see what I
could see.

It's a long beach and I gotten almost to the end of it without coming across
anyone. I was thinking about heading back to the main part of the beach and
waiting for a few more people to arrive when I spotted three healthy-looking
college girls. At least I assumed they were university students since one was
wearing a logo-emblazoned tee shirt and I saw what looked like textbooks
portruding from one of their bags. I walked past, saying "Hi" as I did and
then circled around behind them. Staking out a position not too close, but
where they would be in my line of vision as I looked out towards the water, I
spread my towel out and sat down to enjoy the view. I slipped off my trunks
and was applying sunblock to my upper thighs and genital area (definitely
didn't want a sunburn there). The girl wearing tee-shirt had peeled that off
but remained in her swimsuit, as did the friend she was conversing with. They
were both attractive brunettes, medium height with nice-looking bodies. The
third girl I couldn't see too well since she was already lying down. She was
blonde and appeared to be wearing a white bikini but that was all I could
tell. I had on sunglasses and deliberately kept my head turned so I wouldn't
appear to be looking directly at them but, from the corner of my eye, I could
see one of the brunettes gestering in my direction. She seemed agitated. I
supposed they'd come this far down the beach looking for a little privacy
before "getting back to nature", so to speak. Thinking back on it from my
perspective as a middle-aged man, if I'd been a gentleman I'd have simply
moved a respectful distance down the beach and let them have their space.
However, being a young, horny guy, some way in maturity away from acheiving
gentlemanly status, I stayed, hoping they wouldn't pick up their stuff and
relocate. As it turned out, that was the farthest thing from their minds.

The two girls continued their discussion for another couple of minutes before
the blonde sat up and began looking in my direction as well. As she did, I
noticed I'd been mistaken about her wearing a white bikini. She was deeply
tanned and her comparatively white breasts and hips made it look as though
she'd been wearing a bikini. I saw her nod at her two friends and they began
walking towards me. I quickly slipped my shorts back on and stood to meet
them.

"Hello ladies, how are you?" I said, trying to sound friendly.

"Look buddy" said the one who'd been wearing the university tee shirt "we
dragged our stuff all the way down here so we could have some privacy. It's a
big beach and we know you didn't just decide to throw your towel down here by
accident. Now why don't you find another place to hang out; we're really not
into being gawked at."

"What makes you think I'd be gawking?"

"Because we're not stupid. Like I said, you wouldn't have picked this spot if
we weren't her first and don't try to deny it."

This girl had some attitude and she wasn't shy about showing that, at least. I
figured there wasn't much point in trying to charm her and besides, she pushed
my buttons. I decided to push back.

"There's nothing stopping you from moving."

"Why should we move? We were here first."

"Look, it's a public beach. I'll sit where I like and if you don't like it
then you can move."

Her eyes marrowed and her face tightened. She started to say something but her
friend spoke up, cutting her off.

"Forget it Sue, this is getting us nowhere."

Addressing me she said "My friend over there" indicating the blonde told us to
make you an offer. She'll take you on in a wrestling match. If she wins, you
have to find another piece of beach."

"What if I win?"

She looked puzzled and glanced over at Sue. "I don't know, we never discussed
that."

It should have occurred to me that their failure to even consider victory on
my part might spell trouble.

Sue spoke up. "I'm sure we can figure something out." She had a quick,
whispered conference with her friend. "How about this? If you win, we'll let
you put suntan oil on all three of us, nude. Deal?"

Was she kidding? Of course it was a deal. I looked over at the blonde and saw
her putting on her bikini. I followed the two girls over to their blanket and,
as we approached, the blonde girl stood up. She was wearing a tiny black
thong-style suit that showed off her magnificent body to the fullest. She was
tall, around 5'10 and weighed in the neighbourhood of 150-160 lbs. with wide,
full shouders and a broad, V-shaped back. Her breasts were full and round.
They weren't as big as I'd first thought. What had made them seem larger from
a distance was the fact they were supported by thick pectoral muscles that
lifted them high and caused them to jut straight out. Her upper body tapered
to a small, tight waist with an etched abdominal six-pack. Her legs were
equally impressive - rippling thighs and large, muscular calves. Staring at
her I could see that, although she wasn't cut up like a bodybuilder, her
muscles were prominently on display and she obviously spend a serious amount
of time in the gym. As intimidating as her physique was, there was something
else that made more of an impression. It was her eyes. They burned with a
fierce pride as she stood facing me, shoulders back, chest thrust out, a
superior smile on her lips. Everything about this woman eminated power,
strength and confidence.

"My name's Andrea" she said "this is Sue and Maryann."

"Jason" I replied.

"So, you're up for a wrestling match to settle our little turf war, are you
Jason?"

"Uh yeah, I guess so."

"You sure? I'm an excellent wrestler and very strong. You can save yourself a
major ass-whupping and just take off now." She reached down and took a hair
tie out of her bag. As she tied her hair back, her biceps bulged. I hadn't
noticed until she flexed them. Seeing the stunned expression on my face she
laughed and asked if something was the matter.

"Do my big muscles scare you?"

Sue and Maryann giggled as she struck a double biceps pose, showing off her
arms.

"I'll give you one more chance to back out but I really hope you don't. I'm so
looking forward to kicking your ass in front of my friends."

She took a couple of purposeful steps toward me and I unconsciously backed up.

"Come on buddy" Andrea invited "don't make me chase you down. Step up here and
let's wrestle." She held out her arms and crouched down slightly. Not knowing
what else to do, I mimicked her stance while she advanced on me. I tried to
grab her wrists but she pushed my arms aside and took hold of my shoulders.
She stuck a leg behind me and easily, almost casually, tripped me on to my
back. Looking over at her friends with a grin, she placed her foot on my chest
and flexed her arms again.

"That didn't long to put you down. Why don't you just kiss my foot and beg for
mercy and I'll let you drag your wimpy ass out of here before you get hurt."

Her friends hooted with laughter at this latest taunt. I was starting to get
pissed off. I angrily pushed her foot off me and got to my feet.

"Look, I don't know what you want but I'm not putting up with this shit."

"I told you what I want...a wrestling match. Now are you going to give me one
or am I just going to toss you all over this beach."

I don't know what I'd been thinkig up to that point, or if I'd been thinking
at all. I'd never really wrestled before, other than gym class and with a few
girlfriends. There it was just a way of overcoming the awkwardness of figuring
out how to intitate physical contact of a friendlier nature. I knew we weren't
wrestling as a precursor to sex and

I'd definitely been taken aback at her muscularity. I guess I was confused and
a little intimidated up to that point. Suddenly, I was feeling more embarassed
and angry than anything else. I rushed at Andrea, intent on throwing her down
to the sand. She didn't flinch from my charge, in fact didn't move at all
until I was within inches of grabbing her. Then she gracefully sidestepped,
leaving one long leg where it was. She hooked an arm under one of mine and,
using my momentum, sent me up and over her hip, depositing me on my side
behind her. Again she laughed derisively and actually kicked some sand at my
head.

"Want to try again, sucker" she sneered, "or are you going to stay down this
time?"

I scrambled to my feet and, angrier than ever, took another charge at her,
football-style. I put my shoulder into her midsection but Andrea barely
budged. She took one step back as I hit her, braced her leg and put her hands
on my shoulder. She shoved me hard and I stumbled backwards for a few steps
before falling on my butt. Andrea simply stood there with cupped hands
outstretched, motioning me to get up and come at her again. By this time I was
breathing hard and starting to feel the effects of hitting the sand so many
times within the space of a couple of minutes. I approached her cautiously
this time. She simply stood there calmly with that superior smirk on her face.
I tried to get my arms around her but she batted my hands away like she was
brushing off a fly. Taking the offensive, she made a few feints at my head
then ducked down as if going for my legs. I bent forward but this turned out
to be another fake on her part and she quickly straightened up, slapping on a
side headlock. The pressure was immediate and intense as her forearm pushed up
against my jaw and she jammed my face into her chest. My head was twisted so
my lips were pressed right against her breast but I was in no position to
enjoy it. I tried to pull her arms apart without any success whatsoever.
Searching out her fingers, I found them to be expertly locked and turned
inward against her stomach. As I probed around looking for some way to pry her
hands loose she constantly thwarted my efforts by jerking hard on my head and
kicking the back of my legs, keeping me off balance. She started turning in
circles, then walked me back to the blanket where her friends were clapping,
cheering and enjoying her show of dominance.

"Yea, Andrea!" "Way to go girl, show him who's boss!"

She turned me around in another tight circle and then hip-tossed me to the
sand again. She went down with me this time, and reapplied the headlock. I
attempted to find someway to dislodge her but the unrelenting pressure on my
skull was making it hard to focus on anything but her weight crushing down on
my and the dizzying pain I felt. I pushed at her feebly with my arms, tried
bridging with my legs but nothing worked. All I did was drain away my energy
to the point where I could struggle no longer. She had me good and I wanted to
give up, but I couldn't really talk with my mouth jammed into her armpit. I
reached out and tapped on her thigh. No response. I tried to speak but all
that came out was a muffled grunt.

"I think he's trying to submit." I heard one of the spectator girls say.

"Tough" Andrea shot back "he gets out of a hold when I feel like letting him
out and I'm not done squeezing his melon yet.

She put even more power into her already unbrakable hold and I felt my eyes
well up with tears.

"Come on Andrea, this is getting boring." one of the girls spoke up.

"Yeah" added the other one "you said you were going to teach us to wrestle.
Show us some more holds."

She freed me from her headlock and straddled my chest. My head throbbed and I
was so hot, I thought I might pass out. Andrea sat on my and asked one of her
friends to bring her some water. I looked up at her as she took a long pull
from the plastic water bottle. She looked down at me and held the bottle up.

"You look like you could use some of this."

I nodded. she smiled agreeably, then doused my face with it. I sputtered and
couhged and she laughed as she stood up and returned the bottle to her
friends. By the time she got back I had risen to my hands and knees. Andrea
shot her arms underneath mine and locked her hands behind my neck. She dropped
her weight onto my back, flattening me out and driving my face into the sand.

"Ok, pay attention girls because Wrestling 101 is now in session. This is
called a full nelson. The secret is to keep your elbows high so you're
squeezing his arms together. You can do it standing but it's better when
you've already got them down like this. I could keep him like this until his
shoulders get sore and he gets tired of having his face pushed into the sand
and submits, but it's also a good preliminary hold for other things. I'm going
to show you one of my favourites. It's called a Camel Clutch."

"Why is it called that?" asked Sue.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's because it's done while you're sitting on his back
so it looks like the hump on a camel. Who knows? Anyway, here's what you do.
Move your feet up so they're flat, with your knees up high.

Then lean forward and pull one of your arms out. It's called a half nelson
when you do that. I always lean away from the side I've got the half nelson on
to keep it nice and tight. Next you grab his free arm, pull it back and hook
it behind your knee. Then you do the same thing with the other arm. After
that, you've got his arms trapped. You have to do this all pretty quickly
because you're a little less stable with your knees up this way. I like to
lift my butt up and slam their lower back a few times to take some of the
fight out of them before going for the clutch."

Andrea proceeded to do exactly like that and, just as she predicted, her
series of slams knocked the wind out of me. While I fought for breath she slid
her feet up and hooked my arms, one at at time, over her knees.

I was left dangling helplessly.

"Now" said Andrea, continuing her instructional monologue "once you've got his
arms under control, cup one hand under his chin and pull back on his forehead
with the other, like this and lean back."

I squirmed and twisted as best I could but my struggles got me nowhere.

"Give?" Andrea demanded.

"Yes, yes, I give!" I answered instantly.

"See?" she gloated. "It's very effective."

She released me from the painful hold and I flopped face down in the sand, my
neck and back aching. I slowly stood up, wondering what to do as I watched
Andrea and her friends laughing and talking excitedly. I decided I'd had
enough. She was obviously way out of my league when it came to wrestling and
was probably stronger too. She looked over at me and said "Ready for round
two?"

I walked over to her and said "Look, you've made your point. I'll leave, ok?"
It was embarassing but I knew I stood no chance against her. "Oh look girls,
he wants to concede. Well too bad buddy. I've got a lot more holds to
demonstrate. Now, wrestle!"

She charged at me. I grabbed her around the upper arms and we began
struggling. As I suspected, she was stronger and muscled me down to the
ground. I tried to fend her off but she got control of my arms by grabbing my
wrists and stretching my arms out above my head. Keeping her weight pressed
against me, she started doing something with her feet. Before I knew what was
happening she'd worked them under my knees and around overtop of my ankles.
She straightened her legs, spreading mine wide apart. My knees were being
painfully twisted and my shins hurt from the pressure of her ankles.

"Now check this out" she told Sue and Maryann. "It's called a grapevine and
it's another one of my favourites. If you've got long legs like mine, it's
very tough to ge out of this hold."

She had my wrists pressed solidly against the sand and my legs locked up
tight.

"I like it" she continued "because I can look down at his face as I flex my
legs and make it really hurt. I've also got my boobs hanging right in his
face. This is a great hold to use on guys because it makes them crazy. They've
got a pair of tits inches away from their mouth but they can't do anything.
Unless, of course, I decide to make it hard for them to breath."

"What do you mean?" asked Maryann.

"Observe" Andrea answered, as she lowered her breasts onto her face, eveloping
my nose and mouth. She held them there, pinning me firmly. I couldn't move my
arms or legs. The only way I could get any air was to turn my head to the
side. Andrea released my wrists and wrapped her arms under my head forcing it
back up, into her breasts. I reached behind me and tugged feebly at her arms,
causing her to chuckle.

"That's not going to do you any good, I suggest you just relax and enjoy it."

With my oxygen supply running out, relaxation was the furthest thing from my
mind. Andrea kept up the smother for a bit longer then let my head drop and
secured my arms by pinning my wrists again.

"I don't want to keep him from breathing for too long. He might panic and do
something stupid, like bite me. Of course, then I'd really have to beat the
shit out of him, not like the little fun-wrestle we're having here, right
Jason?"

She grinned down at me.

"Come on, let me up. Please."

"You're submitting?"

"Yes, yes I submit."

She got to her feet and turned to Sue and Maryann. "This is so much fun. I
wonder what hold I should show you next."

I listened incredulously as she outlined a variety of hold she considered
putting me in. She was absolutely confident; completely secure in her ability
to overpower me at will, in any way she chose. I'd never felt so humiliated in
my life.

"Wow, that's a lot of holds" Sue exclaimed!

"Yes, so many holds, so little time" Andrea smiled.

"We've got lots of time" Maryann observed.

"I know but after another couple of holds he won't be good for much, not that
he's given me much competition so far."

She walked over to where I sat dejectedly and stood over me, clapping her
hands together.

"Ok let's go, and this time try to give me some competition. This has been way
too easy."

I stood up, glaring at her which only made her laugh. She looked over at Sue
and Maryann, who were giggling as well.

"Oh, poor baby. I think we've upset him girls."

She wasn't watching me and I saw an opportunity to take her by surprise. I
lowered my head and ran at her.

"Look out!" one of the girls yelled but it was too late. As Andrea turned
towards me I hit her square in the stomach with the top of my head. She let
out a big "Ooof" before staggering back a few feet and falling on her butt.
She sat on the sand, legs out in front of her, arms behind her supporting her
weight. I quickly leapt on her, knocking her onto her back and tried to get
control of her wrists so I could hold her down. As I said, I didn't know much
about wrestling and simply sitting on her while holding her arms was about the
extent of my plan. It didn't take Andrea long to recover from my sneak attack.
I managed to straddle her and get my hands on her wrists but, with a sudden
jerk she broke my grip. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she let out a large
grunt and heaved me over onto my side. She tried to reverse our positions and
got on top of me, but she had too much momentum going and I was able to keep
her rolling and topple her off me. We grappled in the sand with neither of us
getting an advantage at first. Eventually her superior strength and ability
began to win out. She had me on my back and was going for another headlock.
However, we were so sweaty her arm slipped and she lost her grip. Fuelled by
pure andrenalin, I scrambled instantly to my feet. Andrea was still on her
hands and knees. I dove at her again, this time driving her face first into
the sand. She cursed and pushed herself back up with her muscular arms,
getting her legs underneath her. Now she was back on her hands and knees, this
time spitting out sand with me draped over her broad back, my arms around her
neck. With her friends urgently cheering her on, she let out a growl and
bucked me off her. We both landed on our sides. Andrea was between my legs and
I instinctively locked my ankles, holding her around the stomach. I remembered
this as a hold my girlfriends had used on me. I tensed my legs and squeezed as
hard as I could. Since she was facing away from me, I realized she could break
the hold simply by prying my feet apart, so I hooked her near arm, hanging on
for dear life. I was concentrating so hard on squeezing my legs that I hardly
noticed Andrea had stopped struggling and was lying dociley between my thighs.

"Come on Andrea" Sue encouraged. "Don't give up" Maryann shouted.

The girls seemed genuinely concerned for their friend's fate. Thinking she
might indeed be ready to quit I said "Do you give up?" Andrea chuckled. She
didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by my attempts to subdue her with the
scissors hold. I felt my confidence withering away, despite the fact I was the
one applying the hold.

"You're going to have to squeeze a lot harder than that if you expect me to
give. Come on, is that all you've got?"

I renewed my efforts but I could feel my strength diminishing. I couldn't keep
exerting myself in this manner. I could feel my legs beginning to cramp up.

"Oh-oh, all squeezed out, are you" she asked with mock sympathy. Addressing
her friends she said "Now I'll show you how to get out of this hold. First of
all, let them exhaust their muscles. If you're wrestling someone who doesn't
know what they're doing, they'll go all out instead of pacing themselves by
relaxing their leg muscles every so often before they start to squeeze again.
Plus it helps to know how to apply a scissors hold. If you don't have your
legs positioned right, you're not really hurting your opponent that much.
They're putting out more energy than you are and you can just wait for their
legs to give out."

As she talked, she was twisting and shifting herself around, a process made
easier by the fact we were both soaked in sweat from exertion and the hot sun.
Andrea was gradually rotating so she was facing towards, rather than away from
me. I still had my legs around her waist but it didn't seem to be doing me
much good, as I couldn't stop her from getting her legs underneath her and
rising to her knees. Grinning at me the whole time, she got to her feet and
encircled my legs with her arms.

The superbly-muscled blonde beauty had me under her control now. My ankles
were no longer locked and my shoulders were pinned as she took a couple of
steps forward, holding my legs high in the air, almost perpendicular to my
upper body.

"Looks like I have you again" she boasted, as Sue and Maryann applauded and
cheered her reversal. "Now," she continued, "I'll show you one of the most
devastating wrestling holds around. If you get his legs under you arms like
this, or even just one of them, you can do it. It's called a Boston Crab.
First you get his ankles tight under your arms, right in your armpits. Then
lock you fingers together under his knees. Now watch, this is the cool part.
Lift his legs as high as you can and then step over his body and turn arond so
you're facing the other way."

She proceeded to demonstrate and I found myself face down in the sand, my legs
and back bent at a severe angle to my head and shoulders.

"From here, it's easy girls, just keeps his ankles tucked under your arms and
squat down. The lower you go, the more you bend his back and upper thighs. It
also really stretches the ab muscles too. If you get this hold right, there's
no escape. Your victim is totally at your mercy."

"Wow! That is the coolest thing I've ever seen," one of the girls exclaimed
admiringly.

"Now, let's see how much buddy-boy can take, shall we?"

My back already ached and my thighs were burning with sharp, shooting pains
which intensified as she crouched lower and lower.

"Give?"

I screamed out my submission as I felt her ass come to rest on my lower back.

"Submit to me absolutely?"

"Yes, yes, you're the winner" I cried out, practically in tears.

"Do you swear to obey me?"

"Yes" I pleaded "I'll do whatever you say. Please, you're hurting my back.
I'll obey you, anything, just please don't injure me. Please, please let me
go."

"Say uncle!"

"Uncle."

"Say, I'll be good Mommy."

I was beyond humiliation. I just wanted the pain to stop, giving her control
of my mind as well as my body. I said it, causing Sue and Maryann to start
giggling again. Mercifully, Andrea let my legs drop. To relieve the pain in my
lower back, I got to my knees, my head resting on the sand. It was the posture
of someone bowed in worship.

"Exactly the position I want you in," she observed "perfect for worshipping
me."

She nudged my head with his foot and I didn't need to be told what she wanted.
I lifted my head and pressed my lips to her feet. The other girls gasped in
amazement.

"See, I told you I'd make him do this" she told her friends proudly.

Not satisfied with simple kissing, Andrea commanded me to suck her toes, then
to give her big toe a blow job.

"Suck it" she yelled "suck that toe hard, make it cum." I moved my head back
and forth as rapidly as I could, simulating fellatio.

"That is awesome Andrea" Sue said admiringly "he must terrified of you to do
that.

"Yeah, the Boston Crab is a scary hold but it's more than that, you see..."

Suddenly she stopped talking and kicked me in the side of the face.

"I didn't tell you to stop. Get back to work. Keep sucking!" Returning her
attention to Sue, she went on. "It's more than just putting him in painful
holds. After a while, your opponent knows they don't have the strength to even
resist. They can feel I'm just as strong as I was when the match began.
They're out of breath, sore, tired and they listen to my voice sounding so
cool, calm and relaxed. That's when the mindset of true defeat sets in. They
realize I truly am superior to them and they're at my mercy. They lose their
will to fight back. Something weird happens to a lot of guys, and some girls
too. They actually want to submit. They want to acknowledge my superiority, to
worship me. I think there's a submissive part in a lot of people and wrestling
can really bring it out, especially when you can bring you opponent to the
point where they're helpless and can't defend themselves."

"You should write your next psychology paper on that." Maryann suggested,
causing all three girls to roar with laughter.

"Anyway" Andrea went on "he's mine now. His will is broken. Time for the
coup-de-grace."

"What are you going to do?" Sue asked.

"You'll see. But I'm going to need your bikini tops."

I lifted my head to see what was going on and instantly felt Andrea's foot on
my neck, pushing my face into the sand.

"Stay down until I say otherwise!" she snarled. A moment or two passed, then I
felt her straddle my back. She quickly captured my wrists and whipped my arms
behind me in a double hammerlock. Using her knees to hold them in place, she
began tying my wrists together. I panicked as I realized what she was doing
and tried to throw her off and pull my limbs free, but it was hopeless. Still,
all my squirming around had interrupted her. She used the hammerlock to settle
me back down and once she had me under control, slapped the back of my
head...hard.

"Lie still or I'll start using my fists on you, understand?"

"Yes."

"Say it!"

"I understand."

Andrea let out a cruel little laugh and went back to the business of binding
my wrists. Once she had secured them, she asked the other girls for their
tops. I realized she had used her own bikini top to tie my hands together and
was now planning on trussing me up even further. Andrea spun around and
straddled my legs, using her thighs to push my ankles together. She leaned
forward and tied them as well. She stood and got behind me, lifting me under
the arms until I was standing, wrists and ankles tied tightly. She stepped in
front of me, now naked from the waist up. There was no mistaking the look of
smug satisfaction on her face as she stood proudly before me, hands on her
hips. Looking at her standing there, I realized for the first time she was
slightly taller than me, with broader shoulders and a wider, thicker back.
There wasn't any point in comparing our legs. Hers were larger and far more
muscular. Andrea clasped her hands behind her head and, flashing a wicked
smile, began gyrating her hips and flexing her muscles. It was part stripshow,
part posing routine. I was mesmerized as she moved closer and closer, until
her chest pressed against mine. She hooked an arm around my neck and pulled my
head into her bosom. She leaned in close, slipping her tongue into my ear.

"What do you think of my big, muscular body now?" she purred. "How would you
like to be laying on your back while I do fifty pushups with you inside me?
Doesn't that sound like the sexiest thing you've ever heard? How about me
sucking you off while I hold you over my head? I can do that and much more.
Can you possibly imagine what sex with with me would be like Jason? Go ahead,
try. Let you mine relax and think about the possibilities."

I felt her hands cup my crotch. She began massaging my genitals, gently biting
my neck and nibbling on my earlobes. My cock was responding to her fondling
and I started panting. I was beginning to forget all about my humiliation at
her hands and was now moaning in pre-orgasmic ecstasy.

The next thing I felt was a burning pain in my stomach as Andrea drove her
fist into my gut. I dropped to my knees, gasping.

"Ooh, did that hurt little boy?" she mocked. "I'm sorry" she said, blowing on
her knuckles. "I guess I just don't know my own strength."

Andrea moved behind me. I was doubled over, close to pitching face forward
into the sand. She held me by the shoulders and pulled me back, so my butt
rested on my heels. I couldn't see what she was doing but I felt her threading
something through my wrists and ankles. It must have been the third bikini top
she was using to tie my wrists and ankles together. She stepped back around in
front of me, admiring her handiwork, then looked down at me with contempt.

"Since you were so pathetic as a wrestling opponent, I think I'll use you for
something else."

As she spoke, she removed the bottom of her bathing suit. Naked, she stepped
close, holding her beautiful blonde bush inches from my face. She put a finger
undr my chin and lifted my head, then pulled my face into her crotch.

"Now get that tongue to work and you had better make it good or, trust me,
you'll be sorry."

Straining my neck at an uncomfortable angle, I dutifully ate her pussy for
what seemed like an eternity. The only compensation was that is was perhaps
the sweetest I'd ever tasted. Finally let out a loud moan and exploded in a
copius gush all over my face.

"Mmmm, I liked that. How about it girls, want to play with my little sex toy?"

"Uhh no, that's ok, I think I'll pass," Sue said.

"Me too," added Maryann.

They both seemed shocked and a little taken aback at Andrea's brazen
behaviour.

"Well, I guess the party's over Jasey-boy."

She pushed me face-first in the sand and untied me.

"Now, you can crawl over to your towel on your hands and knees, pick up your
stuff and get the hell out of here."

As I crawled across the sand, Andrea added to my humiliation by kicking me in
the ass all the way. I gathered my things together as quickly as possible and
stuffed them into my pack. My face was covered with sand where it had stuck to
her drying juices. Looking at me, she dissolved into laughter. Regaining her
composure she looked at me sternly and asked me why I was still standing
there.

"Please Andrea, can I...see you again?"

She let out a hoot and said "You're kidding? What would I want with a wimp
like you. You're not even a challenge. You've already gotten more attention
from me than you deserve. If you ever see me again, you better turn and run or
fall on your knees and beg for mercy." She pointed down the beach. "Now beat
it!"

I hung my head dejectedly and began to trudge back. I'd only gotten a few
steps when I head a voice behind me say "Hey Jason, wait a minute."

I turned. It was Maryann. She came up and took my by the shoulder. "Look, I'm
sorry. I had no idea she was going to be so rough." She handed me a slip of
paper. "Here's my phone number, why don't you give me a call in a few days?"

To Be Continued.