Chapter 11: The Beach
After the night and morning of losing so many of my cherries, things became startlingly normal. I expected to be at Jeff's beck and call constantly, but that is not what happened. Instead, after I went home that day, things went back to the way they were the previous week! We still hung out, but Jeff made no more sexual moves. I wanted to ask him what was going on, but I couldn't get up the courage!
About a week later, Jeff invited me to the beach for the day. The first sign that he was up to something was when he picked out the bathing suit for me to wear. It was a string bikini, tying behind my back and at my hips, but it was a bikini I had worn frequently before, and there was nothing too unusual about his request that I wear it.
The beach that we went to was reasonably close to where we lived. The particular beach that he picked had a fairly diverse crowd, some families with kids, but mostly kids our age, many of whom we knew, and a bunch of college kids.
We arrived at the beach towards late morning and hung around a bit. We went swimming and goofed around, and we talked to some other kids that we knew. We had lunch a little early, and then he said, "Let me bury you in the sand."
What the heck, I thought, so I lay down and said, "Do your worst!" He smiled at me, and started digging around me. First he had me pick up my legs and he scooped out large piles of sand from underneath them. Then he put my legs into the holes he had dug and covered them over. The sand was cool and moist, and actually felt good on me.
He then dug out large trenches to my sides and put my arms in them, covering them as well. Finally he reached playfully under me and scooped out a little sand, but not that much. He then started covering my torso, but he did it more lightly, so that there was only a thin covering.
Next he piled sand under my head so that I had a pillow, raising my head enough so that I could see down my body. He put sunglasses on me and stood up to survey his work. "Can you move your arms or legs?" he asked.
I wiggled, and when I did the sand started coming off my torso. "Not without messing everything up," I said.
"Excellent," he replied, "just one final touch." He then knelt next to me, dug his hands under my sides and untied my bikini top! He looked around, and seeing the coast reasonably clear, he pulled it off. Then he scooped up some of the light dry sand and covered my tits lightly.
"What are you doing?" I hissed at him.
"Whatever I want," he said, smiling again. He then reached down and unfastened my bikini bottoms and removed them as well, again covering me with the dry sand.
"I wouldn't move around too much," he told me. "And I'd pray that it doesn't get too windy, if I were you." With that, he grabbed my bikini and wandered off.
I could not believe that bastard. I was lying on the beach, people all around, and I was completely naked! My arms and legs were effectively bound; any movement would expose my nudity to everyone. On top of that, the heavy sand he had piled on made it feel as if I were trapped. I looked down and saw that for now, at least, I was covered. But I was naked! I was bare! I could be completely exposed at the slightest wind.
The evil, scheming, perfect bastard. I knew I was getting sand in my crotch, but the fluids leaking out would probably wash it away! For the next ten minutes I watched as people walked by, some smiling at the girl buried in the sand, none of them realizing my secret.
A short while later, some kids were running and playing along the beach, and one tripped over my leg. It took all my willpower not to jump up when it happened, but I stayed still, and the boy apologized and ran away. I looked down and saw that my stomach was now clear of sand, probably because of an unconscious clench, but that I was still covered strategically, though with perhaps a little less sand than earlier.
I stayed that way for another ten minutes or so before a shadow covered my face. "And how is my little exhibitionist slut?" Jeff asked me.
"Humiliated!" I answered.
"Wet?" he asked.
"You know I am!" was my reply.
"Good," he said.
He put a straw into my mouth and I sucked cool, delicious water down my throat. I was so worried I hadn't even realized how thirsty I was. He let me drink until I was satisfied, and then he said, "I hope you are comfortable, because you are going to be here the rest of the day."
With that statement, he moved to my side again and started brushing the sand off just over my pussy. He replaced the sand there with wetter sand, and then started making marks in it. When he was done with that he repositioned the sand over the rest of my body so that I was better covered. Then he moved about 5 feet away, spread out his towel and laid down to read.
I watched him for a few minutes, and then I watched the people around me. I never realized how slowly time moved when you had absolutely nothing to do but fantasize about a whole beach seeing you without your clothes.
I don't know how much later it was, but I noticed some of my friends from school coming down the beach. I saw Camille, and when she noticed me she ran over and dropped down next to me. "Cool entombment," she said. "Who did it?"
"Jeff," I said, nodding my head lightly over to where Jeff was lying with his eyes closed.
"Excellent," she replied. "A couple of us are going to meet in a bit up on the boardwalk. Want to come?"
What to do? What to say?
"Ummm, I think I'll stay like this until Jeff gets up," I said. It sounded lame, even to me, but Camille shrugged and stood up. She looked down at me again and got a funny look on her face.
"Jeff did this to you?" she asked.
"Uh, huh," I replied.
She got a big smile and said, "Remind me to ask you how it all ended later."
I wasn't sure what she meant, and I frantically looked down to see if I was uncovered, but everything appeared to be in order. I sighed and leaned back.
A little while later, Jeff came back to me and put another straw in my mouth. When I was done drinking, he slathered my face with more lotion and started walking away.
"Um, Jeff?" I said.
"What?" he asked, turning to look at me.
"I... um, you see... uh, look, I have to pee!"
"OK," he said, turning around to walk away again.
"Can I have my suit so that I can go to the bathroom?" I asked.
"I didn't say you could get up," he told me.
"But I have to pee!" I complained. "Really badly!"
"The sand's already wet," he said. "A little more won't change anything."
He went back to his towel, lay down and closed his eyes.
I waited for as long as I could, but eventually my bladder gave out on me, and I did as he told me; I peed in the sand. It felt so good that I sighed a little as I released it. I saw Jeff looking over at me and smiling. That evil bastard!
The warm sun was beating down on me, and I was surprised when I realized that I had fallen asleep. I woke up when a shadow fell over me and I saw Jeff repositioning some of the sand.
"You move in your sleep," he told me. "Your whole tit was uncovered. Luckily, only some little kids saw it."
I was mortified. I had been uncovered in public. Jeff ignored my gibbering and gave me more water to drink. Then he went back to his towel. The sun was starting to go down, so I was hoping that this day would soon be over. I saw Jeff squinting down the beach, and then I saw him rummaging through his bag. He walked over, and I saw my bikini in his hand. I was saved!
"Some of your friends are coming this way," he told me. "I thought you'd feel more comfortable with your suit nearby." Then he walked back to his towel.
I looked where he had pointed and I saw that there was a large group coming. I looked over at my bathing suit, and I realized that there was no way for me to get into it in time. I saw Camille leading everyone over and I knew that if I tried getting it on, they would see me doing it. And since I couldn't move, they would all see the bathing suit lying next to me!
I was frantic when they all gathered around me. "Are you still under there?" Camille exclaimed. "You are going to dehydrate!"
"Um, Jeff gave me water before," I replied weakly.
Camille looked over to where Jeff was apparently asleep again and asked, "If he was up, why didn't you get up and find us?"
"Umm, Jeff asked me to stay like this," I answered.
Camille shook her head, then she noticed my bikini. "Is that yours?" she asked in surprise.
"Um, it's one that my mom brought. Mine had a tear in it," I told her.
"Oh, is that why you've stayed buried this whole time? Couldn't you just use a towel?"
"I guess," I said.
Carol, another friend, looked down at my crotch and asked, "What's that?"
"Just something Jeff put on," Camille said with a smile. Then she motioned to the others to go, saying, "Maybe we can hang together another day."
"OK," I said in relief, glad they were going. But just before they left, Carol took my suit and laid it over my body in the right place. It made it even more embarrassing, because it now looked like I wasn't wearing a suit!
It was only a few minutes later when Jeff came over and started brushing the sand away. He brushed it off my tits first, then off my pussy. Then he dug my arms out and helped me sit up before slipping the top over my tits. He brushed my whole top off with his towel before having me stand up. He held his towel around me as I brushed the sand off and donned my bottoms.
I looked up at him and thought about what he had put me through that day. Then I demanded, "Jeff, take me somewhere and fuck me right now!"
Jeff smiled with that evil smile I was beginning to dread and said, "If you get fucked, it's going to be my way," he said.
"Any way you want, just do it now!" I demanded.
He gathered his stuff up, far too slowly for my taste, took my hand and walked down to the boardwalk. It was a little late by this point, and most people were off of the beach. When we got to the boardwalk, he led me under it and we walked a ways to a deserted part. Then he dropped his bag and reached behind me to untie and remove my top. He grabbed me and kissed me hotly. Then he turned me around and pressed me into a nearby piling, telling me to stay still.
He took my top and tied it around a wrist, then he pulled the top around the piling and tied it to my other wrist. He pulled it tightly, so that my tits were pressed into the piling. I started breathing heavily when I realized what he was going to do. He was going to fuck me while I was bound to the piling! I felt him unfastening my bottoms, and they dropped to the sand. I heard him behind me, removing his trunks.
"Mmmmm," he said. "This angle is going to be difficult. Whatever shall we do?"
Then I felt his solution. He had lubed his cock, and he was pressing it into my asshole. The surprise must have relaxed me, because he was able to sink it to the hilt in one slow push. When he bottomed out, he put his mouth near my ear and whispered, "I am going to fuck your ass now. I am not going to hold back. I am going to fuck you hard until I cum. Now the trick is, you have to cum first. If I don't believe you have cum, then after I cum I will leave you tied here while I find someone else. Then I will have them fuck your ass. And I will repeat that until I feel that you've cum. Have fun, Rachel!"
Then he started sawing in and out of me. I could feel his hot, hard cock. I could smell the boardwalk smells. I could hear the footsteps and the voices just above me. At one point, I could even recognize the person talking. And I could feel his cock. That was the main thing. His cock and my pussy being pushed against the piling. I was getting close, but I thought he would beat me to his orgasm when he gave a particularly hard push. It made me move up onto my toes, and at the same time it pushed a splinter of wood into my tit. The pain of that, combined with the activities of the day, and I was over the top. It took all my energy not to shriek in pleasure, but as it was I think conversation died a bit above us as people heard me.
Just a moment later I felt the additional lubrication that told me that Jeff had just cum in my ass. He slumped over my back and breathed heavily in my ear. He said, "That was a good cum I had, and it felt like you had a good one just before I did."
"Oh, it was good!" I told him.
He pulled himself out of me and pulled my bottoms up. Them he untied my hands and pulled me into him.
"Oh god!" he exclaimed, looking down at my tit. The splinter was huge, and looked nasty. I reached down and pulled it out as he tried to apologize and express concern.
"Don't!" I said. "This lovely splinter is what made me cum!" I kissed him, then took his hand and started towards the end of the boardwalk.
"I can't wait until the next time you ask me to the beach," I said, as we walked to our car.