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Beach Balls (Ffdoms/M, brutality, hum)
by Pervitron (pervitron@my-deja.com)
WARNING: The following story contains graphic descrip-
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NOTES:
1. Copyright c April 2000.
2. The persons and situations depicted in this
story are entirely fictitious. Any similarities
to actual persons or situations are completely
unintentional and coincidental.
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5. This is a FANTASY. People do not act like this
in real life, nor should they.
***
Michelle Johnson liked what she was seeing.
Her daughter Keesha was getting lots of attention. Now
that Michelle was laying face down on the towel, the
attention of the men on the beach had shifted from
Michelle to the curvy little twelve-year-old who was
standing in the sand next to her, undressing.
Michelle had chosen this spot because of all the men
that were nearby - Michelle loved to be watched. When
she and Keesha got out of the car, Michelle stripped to
her bikini right away, so she could fox her way through
the parking lot. She loved showing off her body; she
loved the stares she got, the second looks. She was a
dancer in an adult video store; for four hours a day
she shook her black ass every which way, working the
men behind the glass. She knew how to read their faces,
she knew from their eyes what they wanted. Some men
liked her to spread her pussy lips, they loved the
sight of wet pink flesh against black skin. Some got
off on the sound she made slapping her tight little
ass. And then there were the other men, the ones she
liked best - the ones that needed a good talking to.
She'd see it in their eyes, that secret hunger they
didn't even know they had. She'd lean close to the
glass, and say the sorts of things nice girls wouldn't
say: "C'mon, gimmie $10... Whatcha want, white boy?"
Then, depending on their reaction: "... Wanna kiss my
ass?" There was a certain type of man that liked to be
spoken to like that. Michelle would spit the words out
and she'd watch their eyes glaze over. Their face would
go slack for a moment, lost in some little-boy feeling.
And then she knew.
She knew just how to work a "man" like this. The music
would be pulsing, she'd hear the girls in the adjacent
booths dancing around, but Michelle would get real
quiet. She'd lean down from her raised dance area and
put her face near the little window that they looked
through. She'd speak softly to him, looking deeply into
his eyes. "Whatsa matta wit you? Yo thing not workin'
no mo?" She didn't even have to get undressed for them;
she didn't even have to dance. No, once she started
talking like that it was all they wanted, all they'd
dreamed of.
She'd smirk at them as they started masturbating in the
darkness below the window. "You rubbin' that dirty
little thing?" And they'd be so ashamed! So flushed, as
if masturbating in a place like that was something
wrong! "You wanna do that you betta push some bills
through!" And the bills would start coming, and she'd
glare at them with contempt. "Dat all you got?" They'd
push some more through, and if it was enough she'd do
her thing.
She'd push her ass up against the glass, she'd bend way
over and look at him from underneath. "I need a good
lickin' down there. Yeah, you be good for that." By now
they'd really be going at it, not trying to hide what
they were doing down there in the dark. Michelle knew
her boys well; she made sure they emptied their wallets
before they spilled their stuff.
They were good customers, those boys. Boys like that
would come almost every day, and they'd come only for
her.
Today, though, they'd be disappointed - it was
Michelle's day off. Summer was ending too quickly,
there wouldn't be too many more days like this, days
when she and Keesha could stretch out in the sand and
feel the sun reach all the way down inside them. The
spot Michelle chose was littered with white trash
families that were visiting from up north. The couples
sat near the shore so the mothers could watch their
kids dig in the wet sand. The men pretended to watch,
but whenever a nice piece of ass walked by they would
forget all about the kids. And Michelle was the nicest
piece on the beach.
At least until Keesha started undressing.
She did it just like Michelle told her. Slow, like she
was going to take all day. Catch their attention early.
Give them time to notice. Keesha was a little dark
Cleopatra, her black face was hidden beneath the droop
of her thick Jamaican braids. Her skin was the color of
coffee, and Michelle and her daddy had combined to give
her body the most perfect shape. Michelle was a little
heavy around her thighs, and her legs were a bit too
short, but Keesha got the lower part of her body from
her daddy, and so she was perfect. First she pulled her
white T-shirt over her head, exposing her shapely black
torso. Every stomach muscle was tight and defined, and
yet her overall shape still had the grace of a child.
Every man on the beach was looking her way.
There was one man that took particular notice. A middle
aged man, in his early forties. Michelle could see that
his wife was talking to him, saying something about the
toddler that was sitting in the surf a few yards away.
He wasn't paying the slightest attention-his interest
was elsewhere. He wasn't staring. No, he knew Keesha
was a child, and he shouldn't. Still, his eyes would
never wander far from her, every second or so they
would flit back, to catch another quick look at
Keesha's latest move.
The best part was now. Keesha shimmied out of her
shorts. She had her back to the man, and his mouth
dropped when he saw her. The little girl was wearing
the thong that Michelle bought for her. It was just a
thin green strip pulled invisibly up between her
cheeks. His eyes locked on her, and this time they
didn't look away. Bingo. He couldn't look away now.
Keesha had the sort of butt men dream of. Even at
twelve she had the full shape, the full moonlike
crescents that invite dark wishes.
Keesha kicked her shorts aside, and bent down to lay
face down in the sand, hesitating slightly to give the
man a nice underside peek as she did so. Michelle sat
up and started rubbing lotion on her daughter. It was
noon, the heat of the sun had burned away the morning
haze. She rubbed the lotion into her hands, and then
applied it gently all around her back. Michelle untied
the bow string of Keesha's top, so she could draw her
open hands freely along the length of her shoulders.
She slowed down as she proceeded, taking her time down
the valley of her lower back, until she got where she
wanted to go.
It was nice to care for Keesha like this. Loving,
intimate attention. She slowed down, spreading the
lotion all over Keesha's ass while she talked about the
way she undressed. Michelle told Keesha how beautiful
she was, and she told her about all the men on the
beach. How closely they all watched her, and how each
one seemed to find one particular part of her body to
focus on. Keesha had her eyes closed. Michelle knew she
was listening closely to everything she said. She
continued rubbing her ass gently, softly, feeling the
slight brush of the tiny light hairs that were lit by
the sun. Michelle told her she was so beautiful, so
perfect, that there were men that would see her for a
brief moment, and then never forget her. She'd be the
model of all they wanted, and no other woman would ever
do. She told her about the nearby man, the one that
looked the hardest. The way his mouth dropped when she
pulled her shorts down.
Even now he was watching, even with her back turned
Michelle could feel his attention. He was studying her
while his wife continued to drone on. He ignored her
chatter while he watched, riveted by the sight of what
Michelle was doing to Keesha.
Michelle spotted it the first time he looked at her
little girl.
It was that look-the look of one of her boys.
Rick Williams couldn't stop thinking of the little
black girl. He was shuffling through the hot sand,
heading towards the high dunes that stood between the
beach and the parking lot. The concession stand was on
the other side of the dunes. He told his wife that he
needed to buy some cigarettes. But what he really
needed was to be by himself, to get away from that
girl, it was like she was teasing him. There was
something about her, some precocious seductiveness that
stirred him up inside.
Some time ago, Rick had started to take an interest in
young girls. The older he got, the more attractive
they seemed. Sex with his wife had become routine. He'd
be on top of her, frantically pushing into that old
pussy, hunting within himself for some blend of
sensation and inner fantasy that would set him off. So
he'd be done. Sex with her had an almost desperate
quality now. He was afraid that he was becoming
impotent; It seemed to take longer and longer to get
hard. And he was never sure of himself. Just the
slightest look of impatience, or worse boredom, on his
wife's part, and he'd lose it. And God, did he hate the
moments after that. Silence so heavy he could barely
breathe, she wouldn't even look at him.
But young girls! He was always watching. He'd be at the
mall, and spot some little cupcake. At first it was
just a curiosity, he liked their cuteness, their fresh
faces, the way their eyes sparkled over their little
turned up noses. That's how it started. But soon darker
feelings rose up in him, his body began to react to the
way they walked, the way their butts moved in their
shorts. He thought of them when he masturbated, he
imagined rubbing his cock along their soft inner
crevices. No, there would be no problem getting hard
with one of them; there was magic in those tight,
blossoming petals, and eyes that looked to you without
expectations, without demands. Especially if you were
the first man to get inside.
And he was hard now, thinking of that little black one.
She was probably no more than thirteen. Imagine,
wearing a thong at that age! What was her mother
thinking letting her wear something like that?
Especially with an ass like that! Back on the beach he
saw a few other men look at her, they'd be walking
along the edge of the water, and they'd see that
perfect black ass shimmering in the sun. They'd slow
their pace, they would settle in for a good long look,
and then they'd realize how old she was. But then
instead of staring, leering, they'd take these quick
looks. After a minute they'd notice Rick, they'd
realize they were both looking at the same thing.
They'd exchange a silent glance, a secret understand-
ing. Yeah, I like that stuff too. Yeah, imagine the
way that your dick would feel inside that little honey.
Rick was at the concession stand now; he took a place
in line behind a couple of nine year old girls. They
were both strawberry blondes, and a full summer in the
sun had given their small bodies the color of wet sand.
They were both wearing bikinis, one was white with a
pattern of blood-red cherries, and the other was bright
blue, and both the top and bottom were just thin panels
held together with strings and a few large bows.
Christ, what was with the world today? Nine-year-olds
putting it out there right in front of you. They were
fooling around; they were giggling and pushing each
other. Rick wondered if one of them would get pushed
against him. Against his hardon. He was thinking of
this when he felt an inner shiver.
That little black girl was walking this way.
He turned and watched her, coming through the gap in
the sand dunes. Her hips rocked with a graceful sway.
He looked down and admired the shape of her legs, the
bends and the curves of them as she strode his way.
Strange, but now that his wife wasn't around and he
could stare directly, something came alive in him that
he hadn't felt in years. Boldness. Daring. He knew he
was as hard as a rock in his shorts, and it felt so
good! So fuckin' good! He felt like a kid again.
Loaded, like he was 17, and could hammer away at pussy
all night long. He felt so alive! Especially when he
looked at her mound, the neon green of her thong pulled
tight against it, showing the fullness of her black
snatch. He felt like a young buck.
He was still looking back towards her, and he smiled at
her as she approached. "What the hell," he thought,
"I'll be two hundred miles away tomorrow." His vacation
was over, tomorrow morning he'd be back in the van with
his wife, back to a life that had already chrushed him.
She got on line behind him, she seemed to smile back at
him ever so slightly, and then look down. A firefly
moment. But maybe it was it his imagination. He looked
closely at her-her eyes were hidden the by long thick
braids that fell around her face.
"What's your name?" The words just came out of him. So
strange, like it was another person speaking...
"Keesha." Now she looked at him, there was a brief
flash of white within her dreadlocks before she looked
down again.
Finger lickin' good.
The nine year olds in front of him picked up some sodas
and walked away. Rick looked at the woman at the
counter. "Pack of Kools." She looked at the two of them
a minute. He realized that she probably heard him say
hello to the little girl and she was watching,
wondering what was going down. He stared coldly at her,
until she turned and got the cigarettes. "Fuckin'
busybody," he thought to himself. He turned back to
Keesha, glancing down at her little tits. They were
tiny, but her nipples were huge, poking through the
microthin green top like birthday candles. The woman
got his cigarettes and gave them to him with a quick,
irritated toss.
"Hey mista, can I have one of them?"
She was staring at him with bright, knowing eyes.
Rick's heart started slamming in his chest. He looked
back at her, he saw the light in her unblinking eyes,
and everything changed. Yes, she was a little minx.
There was no way he could turn his back on something
this fine. He'd never forget her.
"Sure." He took the pack out of his pocket, and took
one out. He held it in his hand, not offering it,
hesitating, because a thought rose in him. He could
feel the stare of the woman in the stand behind him,
but he didn't care. "I mean, you're kind of young to be
smoking. Maybe we. . ." - he started shaking - "...
can go..." - he could feel the pulse in his temples
"...s-s-somewhere?"
She looked up at him. She knew.
Oh God! He felt like he was stepping off a cliff.
"Yeah. . ." She pointed to a small building made of
cinder blocks that sat within another row of dunes. It
was a beach club; there were showers on either side of
the building, with rows of windows along the top, way
above eye level. There was high beach grass all around
the building that would hide them. "...Yeah, we be by
ourselves over behind there."
She started to walk, and he followed her. Time seemed
to stop for him, he could feel the heat of the sand on
his bare feet. There was a slight salty breeze, a
breeze that carried a part of him away. The world he
knew, his wife and family and job seemed so distant
now. He followed her, looking at the shiny globes of
her ass.
He knew he would cross a boundary here, something
frightening. She was just a kid, but, Jesus, there was
something devilish about her. He hadn't been this hard
in years. He knew he'd be leaving tomorrow, there was
no way the police could find him. This was his chance.
He wanted to do it, really do it, just once more before
he died.
Every once in a while she'd turn and glance back at
him. He'd look up from her ass, and see those eyes, and
the shy little smile on her face.
They walked down the right side of the building. He
could hear the running water through the windows above
his head.
When she got around the back of it, she turned and
faced him. He offered her the cigarette - he'd kept it
in his hand all during their walk, and it was slightly
bent from the unconscious tension in his hand. She
leaned back against the wall. The early afternoon sun
fell across her body like a spotlight, showing every
bend, every curve. She put it in her mouth, and he
struck a match, and lit it. She took a few slow puffs,
looking not at him, but down at the sand.
"What you want, mista?" Her eyes flew up at him; this
was a look of boldness, she was leaning against the
wall, waiting. Her lips were long and full, she licked
her tongue along them quickly, and he knew what he
wanted. Still, he was unsure of this.
"E-E-Ever seen a guy's dick?"
The moment was filled with faraway surf and the shrieks
of distant children.
"Lets see what you got."
Christ!
He reached his hands down by his hips, and started
lowering his trunks. Slowly, watching the reaction on
her face, listening to the faraway beach sounds, and
the call of the seagulls circling above them. He
exposed his hair, and then pulled his trunks down
against the length of his cock, which sprang free when
he pushed them down far enough.
She was only as tall as his shoulder. He stood there
showing himself, showing her what men are like down
there, what men really wanted. He waited for the
reaction in her face. Looking for the surprise, or the
shock at the sight of something so big, so rude.
Something she'd be dealing with for the rest of her
life.
The little black girl just looked down at it. She took
a drag on her cigarette.
And she started to smile.
"Shit. That is one SORRY-ASSED LITTLE THING!"
His mouth fell open in shock, he could feel the heat
rise on his skin.
"FUCK, I seen bigger dicks in fuckin' GRAMMER SCHOOL."
He could feel the blood rush to his cheeks, the pulse
he had been feeling in his cock was now up in his face,
an open wound of shame. Little bitch!
She looked up at him, still leaning back against the
wall. Seeing his reaction, liking what she did to him.
Flicking, snake-like eyes flashing contempt.
"Man, get that USELESS PEICE OF SHIT outta my face!"
Cunt! Fucking little black cunt! Her laughter cut into
him like a razor, he looked down at himself, and saw he
had gone soft. He drew the fingers of his right hand
together in a fist...
But she was way too quick. As he drew his fist back,
she bent away and like a jaguar she kicked her leg out,
driving her heel into the pelvic bone at the crest of
his cock hair. His legs fell out from under him, and he
dropped to the ground. He tried sitting up for a
moment, but there was too much pain. Rivers of sharp
fire rose through his body, and he slumped back on the
ground.
Now she was standing there, he looked up at her - just
as she drew her leg back again. This time she got him
good. Real good. It was like she was kicking a can, and
wanted to launch it into the next county. She took a
half step away and then she flew towards him, driving
her foot full into his balls, using all the leverage of
her small body. The pain was so intense that Rick
thought he was going to black out, his ears were
ringing, and his body curled up into a fetal position.
He couldn't breathe, his head felt like it would
explode.
And she was laughing. For the first time since he was a
small boy, Rick started to cry. He could feel a surge
of tears in his eyes, and the first few breaths that
his body managed had the painful feel of sobs.
"P-P-P-Please..." He blinked the tears from his eyes
and looked up at her. "P-P-P-Please. No more..."
And she was grinning. The little girl had the brightest
smile; she was loving this.
Rick was terrified, those huge teeth had such a full,
satisfied grin that he was sure she'd kick him again.
Just for fun.
"Man, what a fuckin' PUSSY!"
He was looking up at her, her face was backlit by the
sun, and she glared down at him, hands on her hips. And
to his horror, she drew her foot back again. . .
But this time, all she did was kick some sand in his
face. She bent down and took the pack of Kools that he
had dropped in the sand and she started to walk away.
But before she got to the corner of the building, she
looked back at him smiling. She put one hand on each
butt cheek, bent over a bit, and gave a little wiggle,
a dirty little dance. "Closest you get to somethin'
this nice!" and when she turned out of sight around the
corner, he could still hear her, laughing.
***
Michelle Johnson had been watching the gap in the sand
dunes for a long time. She wondered if she did the
right thing. She had wanted to follow Keesha, but
Keesha was adamant-she wanted to go alone, and when she
walked toward the dunes after the man Keesha had looked
back to be sure Michelle wasn't following. Michelle was
worried now. She sat up on the towel and told herself
she'd wait one more minute, and then she'd go and find
her. Then she saw Keesha emerge from the dunes.
Michelle saw the way she was walking. Sauntering
really, like she was up on a runway. Yes, she did fine,
just fine.
Keesha broke into a bright, joyful smile as she
approached, and she started running. She couldn't wait
to tell her, the words spilled out from her before she
even got to the blanket.
"Mama, it was great!"
"I was right about him?"
"Yeah, mama, he was just like you said."
"He come on to you?"
"Well, sorta. I mean, he just kept staring at me,
checkin' me out. I didn't think he'd do nothin' though.
So I asked him for a cigarette." Michelle smiled. She
always was a bold one, even when she was little she
always got what she wanted.
"Look." Michelle pointed over to the dunes. The man was
coming back, and he had an obvious limp. "Shit, Ki, you
really messed him up." Keesha started laughing, and the
two of them watched the man limp slowly back towards
his wife.
Michelle and her daughter looked at each other, but
they said nothing.
They both wanted to hear the exchange between the man
and his wife. When he got back to their spot, he tried
to straighten up and walk natural, but he was still in
too much pain to pull it off. Michelle and Keesha
strained to hear them over the surf. His wife started
peppering him with questions. "What happened to you?
You look funny." And he did, the paleness was evident
even in the bright sun.
"Nothing. I-I-I fell."
When they heard that Keesha and Michelle started to
giggle. Keesha started to tell her mother what she had
done. "When I asked him for a smoke, he gets this funny
look in his eyes, like, you know, I'm gonna do
somethin' to get me a smoke."
"Yeah, you do somethin' all right!" Michelle felt a
rush of pride - Keesha obviously handled him with no
problem.
"So he says to me: 'You pretty young, maybe we should
go somewhere to smoke.' So I said I know a place, I
walked him back behind the showers. Every once in a
while I looked back at him. He just be lookin' down at
my booty."
Michelle was sitting, glancing over at the man. He and
his wife were silent now. He kept flicking his eyes at
the two of them. Michelle knew he could hear traces of
what they were saying.
"So I take him back behind the showers. He lights my
smoke, but then he just stands there, lookin'. Real
quiet like. So I ask him what he wants. He asks me
'Ever see a guys dick?' Then he pulls his thing out, an
he just stands there, holding hisself. Like his cock
was this big hard-bone mutha."
"Yeah, I know it. They all like that, once they get it
up they be so proud of themselves, like they soooo
bad."
"Shit, yeah. I guess he thought I'd be all...
shocked... or somethin'"
Michelle's body stirred as she pictured the look on his
face when he saw what Ki was really like. . .
"So like, I start tellin' him, its just some sorry ass
little thing..."
Michelle felt an inner rush. Shit! She wished she had
followed her, if only to listen. Ki has a such a mouth
on her...
"...And you know, soon as I start talkin' like that, he
start gettin' all soft. Thing started shrinkin' up,
right in his hand! I see he's gettin' pissed, he starts
lookin' like he's gonna hit me. So I just kicked him in
the nuts. Shit, mama, that fucker, he just went down,
one kick an he's layin' there on the ground."
Michelle hung on very word, loving the look in her
eyes, and the hiss in her voice as she told her. She'd
seen her in karate class, and one of her biggest
thrills was watching Keesha take out some boy,
sometimes even a boy older than her, one that would be
flushed with shame, almost crying, as he walked back to
his parents.
Keesha opened her hand. "I took his cigarettes, too!"
"Shit, Ki, you are some real badass."
She offered her mother a cigarette, and the two of them
sat there in the sea breeze, smoking Rick's cigarettes.
They watched him, studying him like a specimen they had
just dissected.
"Know what I liked best, mamma?"
"Bet it was kickin; those sorry balls."
"Yeah, that was a hoot. What I really, really liked
though was just runnin' my mouth. Tellin' him he just
some sorry-ass little PUSSY. Just watchin' his thing
just get all SOFT."
Ki was giggling, her face was bright, and Michelle
noticed that she was glaring over at the man, daring
him to look at her. But they were leaving now, the man
and his wife were folding up their chairs and shaking
out their blankets. Quickly, like there was a storm
coming. He had heard them, and he wanted to get out of
there before his wife heard.
Michelle knew then that she was ready, ready for what
she had hoped for all along. She watched as the couple
left, the man gave a quick last look back over at Ki,
and she said goodbye with a big grin, and her middle
finger.
Yes, she was ready. One of Michelle's favorites was
coming over tonight, a big construction worker, a gray-
haired balding man in his early fifties. Michelle had
been seeing him for almost two years, and her teasing,
malicious mouth had ripped him a new soul. The guy was
such a loser. Every time he'd come over, Michelle would
make him kneel before her, and tell her about his wife.
How he couldn't get it up for her anymore, he couldn't
get hard for anyone but Michelle. All he wanted was to
kneel there, and tell her his dirty little secrets.
She'd make him paint her toes, and she'd make him lick
her asshole. She'd get all hot and bothered, and she
would spend the rest of the night riding his face,
coming and coming until she had her fill of him. Then
she'd send him packing off to his wife.
"Know what, mama?"
...Michelle was far away now, dripping, imagining him
down there, lost in the thrills of being a woman.
"Yes..."
"Doin' that, seein' his face after I kicked his
balls..."
"Yes Ki..."
"...it got my PUSSY all wet."
Michelle reached over and touched her little girl's
cheek. Oh, she was ready! She had told her about men,
the two of them had had long talks about what men were
like, how weak they are inside, how needy. She wanted
to see Keesha in action, she knew she was a born top
girl. For some time now she knew that this construction
worker would be perfect for her first time. Just the
thought of it, the idea of him down there beneath
Keesha set Michelle on fire. She wanted to watch when
she took her first good ride on a man's face. Yes, she
was ready now. She'd broken a man all by herself.
"I know, baby. I know." Michelle reached over and
stroked Keeshsa's hair. "Hold onto that feeling, Ki."
She pulled Keesha close to her, and held her in her
arms. The warmth between them, the heaven of the summer
sun and the cool mist of the breaking surf filled
Michelle with joy. She would remember this moment
forever. "Save that feeling for tonight, Ki. Tonight."
Ki nuzzled against Michelle and kissed her cheek.
"Thanks, mama." She kissed Michelle again. "Is it that
big bald guy tonight?"
Michelle saw the wish. He was the one that Keesha
wanted. Several weeks ago she started sending Keesha to
answer the door when he rang - wearing just a little-
girl nightie. Keesha would sit across from him in the
waiting room, watching him take quick little peeks at
her panties. By the time she brought him in to Michelle
her he was ravenous. "Yeah. He's perfect for you,
baby... just perfect." She kept her face close to
Keesha's and whispered in her ear. "Tonight I'll answer
the door princess. I'll get him good and ready for you,
Ki."
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I'd love to here from you, no matter what you thought
of my story. Comments and story ideas are welcome at:
Pervitron@Hotmail.com (http://www.asstr.org/~Pervitron)
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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