Worship Me  Part 17
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 56

At ten o'clock, Roger picked me up. We drove the short distance to Makena
Beach. We parked and walked through a stand of trees on to the open beach. It
was sparsely populated, but there were some naked people there.

Selecting a spot about 25 yards from the water's edge and maybe a hundred
yards from the nearest sun worshipers, we spread a blanket that Roger had
brought. We had chatted non-stop all the way here, but now Roger fell silent.
Not being the shy, retiring type, I stripped off my shorts and sleeveless top.
"Wow," he said, "you've really got definition, Jane. You're awesome, honey."
"Thanks, Roger," I said, "you're not being shy now are you," and did a slow
pirouette since I was now naked.

"Well," he said, and peeled his T-shirt over his head, "I've always been a
little self-conscious," and started to unsnap his shorts. 'Oh, great, I
thought,' he's probably got a 3-inch cock or something.'

He turned slightly as he stepped out of his shorts and then turned to face me.
I looked down, admittedly expecting the worse, and saw a cock that was not
only thick, but perhaps 10-inches in length. I'm afraid he could see the
surprise on my face and said, "I should have told you. I've had some women who
I've only dated once or twice until they've seen my penis, and then they
stopped returning my phone calls. I'm sorry."

Tearing my eyes away from his member, I looked him straight in the eye and
said, "Those were women, Roger, those were little girls. A real woman would
kill for a cock like yours." He laughed. "I'm not sure a cock like mine," he
said, "would fit on a real woman."

Now it was my turn to laugh, and I said, "You know what I meant", and I gave
him a gentle push to the shoulder.

We lay on the blanket. "Would you put some lotion on my back," I said. He
knelt beside me as he squeezed the lotion into the palm of his hand. As he
massaged the cream onto my back, his cock brushed my shoulder. "Roger," I
said, "If you don't get that 'snake' of yours under control, I'm going to have
to bite its head off." "I'm sorry, Jane," he said, "Sometimes it just has a
mind of its own."

Roger and I turned frequently and went in the clear warm water. We ate
sandwiches and drank ice tea that he had packed in a cooler.

After we ate, I was lying on my back and Roger was on his stomach. I reached
under him and took his cock in my hand. He smiled. I said, "Are we allowed to
have sex on the beach here." "I've heard of it being done," he said, and moved
on top of me. "I've got a secret," I said, "that I should tell you about
before we start." He looked at me quizzically. "I can pump you dry with just
my vaginal muscles," I said. "Oh, really," he said, "this I've got to see."

As he entered me I constricted my muscles and I noticed he winced slightly but
didn't complain. His cock, fully erect, was being worked by muscles ten times
stronger than his, but he resisted for as long as he could. He came with a
strong shutter as I climaxed. He stayed where he was, the two of us enjoying
the moment.

We must have dozed off because before we knew it, it was nearly four o'clock.
"We should probably head back," I said, "John, Gwen and Maria will think
you've kidnapped me." He laughed, "I don't think I could kidnap you without
the help of the Army, but we'll get you back," he said.

As we drove back we made plans for the next day. I'd ask if Gwen, Maria and
John wanted to come.

Roger dropped me off and one of the first things that I heard as I walked
through the door was, "Mistress Jane, Mistress Jane, you were right. The new
bathing suit worked. I was laying on the beach with Gwen and John and a man
came by then doubled back and talked to me," Maria said, "thank you,
mistress," and gave me a kiss.

I looked at her and the turquoise thong she had on. Her dark brown tan,
slender build and firm, perky breasts, what man wouldn't desire her? "So," I
said, "when do I get to meet this potential boyfriend?" "He's coming for
dinner tonight," she said, "I have to get cleaned up and get dinner made," and
hurried off in the direction of the bathroom.

I walked out on to the beach where John and Gwen sat on towels. I sat in the
sand. "So, Maria had a man she's interested in, what's he like," I asked. "He
seems nice enough," John said, "he's thin." Gwen looked at me, "he's skinny
and too cocky." "Cocky as in self-assured, or cocky as in well hung," I asked
her and she laughed. "He's cocky as in thinking he's all that and a bag of
chips," she said and then it was my turn to laugh. "He's coming by tonight,"
John said. "So I heard," I said.

"How's Roger," Gwen asked. "Roger is fantastic," I said, "we had a great time
at Makena Beach. That's the nude beach, you know." "Get out!" Gwen said, "I
want to go." "You can go with us tomorrow," I said, "John; do you want to go
with us?" "I may have to go check that out too," John said. "Oh, goody," Gwen
said.

Chapter 57

Dinner was fantastic and Paul seemed nice enough, albeit a little cocky as
Gwen had said. Over dinner we had discussed going to Makena Beach the next
day, but Paul said he had been there so many times, he didn't want to go,
instead he talked Maria into going with him around to Hana to see the
waterfalls.

The next day, with John driving, we picked up Roger and the four of us headed
for the nude beach. There were even fewer people than yesterday. We spread our
blankets in the general area that we were the day before. Again, I was the
first undressed, followed by John, then Gwen and finally Roger.

I watched Gwen's face as Roger took his shorts off and her eyes widened and
mouth opened slowly. When she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue I
thought to myself, 'Down girl, he's all mine'.

As the day before, we soaked up the sun and splashed in the water. "Come on,
Roger, let's go for a walk," I said, and he got up and we headed down the
beach towards an outcropping of rocks. As we walked, he took my hand.

We had gone about 200-yards when I spotted a woman sitting on a towel, crying,
a man knelt beside her. Something just didn't look right, so once past, still
holding Rogers hand, I doubled back.

"No, please, just go away. Leave me alone," she was saying softly. "I don't
want to hurt you, really," the man said, "but I'll kill you if I have to."

As Roger and I got nearer, I said, "Can I help you, miss?" The woman looked
from me to the man and back again. "No, no, that's OK," she said, "everything
is fine." I was about to turn and walk away when I caught sight of the knife
the man had between his knees as he was kneeling beside her.

I grabbed him before he knew what had happened and hauled him to his feet,
bringing one of his arms up behind his back. I bent forward and whispered in
his ear, "I can break your arm in just a second, so don't try anything."

Roger said to the woman who was now weeping uncontrollably, "What's going on
here, miss?" "He was going to rape me," she said through sobs, "he threatened
me with that knife," and nodded to the knife still stuck in the sand where he
had been kneeling.

"He won't hurt you now, miss," Roger said, "My partner has him now."
'Partner,' I thought, 'what's that all about?' The man was struggling to free
himself. "Hey, let me go," the man said.

The woman stood up as if getting ready to leave. She was slim and attractive
with shoulder length auburn hair. She folded her beach chair and shrugged into
a cover up. "Do you know this man," Roger asked. "No, I never saw him before,"
she said.

"What do you think," I asked Roger. "You can't very well hold him all night,"
he said, "better let him go and get out of here." I turned him lose. "Go on,"
I said, "get out of here." He did, but only reluctantly.

The woman, was done now packing her belongings, and headed to the stand of
trees and the parking lot beyond. She was in the shadows when we turned to
leave and heard a scream. Roger and I raced to where the woman had entered the
tree line. She was on the ground with a stab wound to the chest.

Glancing around, I saw movement through the trees. The man I had held was now
running to another parking lot. I went after him. I was closing ground, but I
could see he was getting something out of his pants pocket. 'Car keys', I
thought, 'he must have a car in the lot'. He slowed slightly to get the car
door open and then slid behind the wheel. I was close enough to hear the
engine crank over and he was backing out of the space when I caught the rear
bumper of his car. I lifted up as he tried to pull away and the tire on my
side spun without finding traction.

I continued lifting and soon the car was on its side. The man, stunned, tried
to climb out the driver's window when I grabbed him by the arm and threw him
to the ground.

By this time, Roger caught up with me. "Someone called the paramedics; they
were just getting there so I came to help you." I glanced at Roger, "Thanks,"
I said, "but I got this one," and grabbing the man from behind, crushed a few
ribs. He screamed and Roger hit him in the jaw. "Shut up, you bastard," Roger
told the man, then gave him a one-two punch in the abs.

The man doubled over and I straddled his head and without thinking, crushed
his skull. He slumped to the ground. I picked him up and tossed the body
through the window the way he had tried to escape.

"Come on, Roger, we've got to get out of here before the cops come," I told
him. We walked in the direction of the beach, so as not to attract attention.
Once we were near the water's edge, we turned in the direction of John and
Gwen.

Chapter 58

We resumed holding hands as we walked. "You were amazing," Roger said, "that
bastard had that coming. I didn't even see him pick that knife up before
leaving." "I didn't either. I'm just glad I could catch up to him before he
could drive away," I said, "Do you think the woman will be all right?" "I hope
so," Roger said, "she was conscious when I came after you."

"You did pretty well yourself, Roger," I said, "hitting that guy on the jaw
and getting in a couple of body shots." "I'm no boxer," he said, "You did the
most damage. Did you mean to kill him or were you just caught up in the
moment?" "Look, Roger, I could lie to you, but eventually you'd find out soon
enough," I said, "I've killed a few and have done it as a vigilante, for the
police." "No," he said, "really?" "Really," I said.

"How do you feel about that," he asked. "You know, the people I've killed have
been scum, Roger," I said, "they've deserved it, but you know what does worry
me?" "What," he asked. "What worry me," I repeated, "is that I enjoy it. I
love to crush the life out of those scum bags to hear their ribs break and to
break their bones. It gives me satisfaction. Do you think I'm sick?" "No,
Jane," he said, "I just think you have a conscience, that's all, but you're
good at what you do. Just promise that you'll play nice with me," and smiled.

I gave his shoulder a push and he almost toppled over, but teasingly said,
"Owe!" and held his arm. "Very funny," I said as we got back to our towels.

"Well, you two took a nice long walk," John said. "We got our exercise in," I
said, and smiled, "did we miss anything exciting here?" John looked at Gwen
and Gwen back at John and they both laughed.

"Looks like you two had some excitement of your own," Roger said and he and I
joined in the laughter.