Fan Fiction ❯ Day at the Beach ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Day at the Beach
19 August 2001

Mira had never had a boyfriend, because her parents were too over-protective of her, and afraid she'd let loose too fast or be taken advantage of and end up pregnant at the tender age of seventeen. Mira had never been kissed by anyone, but she knew what it meant, and she got urges in her, just like any other typical seventeen year old female. She had to share a room with her younger sister, Kari. Kari was addicted to the internet and the computer was in their room so there was rarely a moment when Mira was free for herself. So she learned to go elsewhere when she felt she had to take care of her urges. Mira also found she was loud when she took 'care' of herself, so the tile bathroom that echoed her voice wasn't an option.

Mira's family lived about 10 minutes from the beach. It was a rather unattractive beach, with a short shore and pebbles in the water, so it made even wading out into it painful. These were good for Mira though, because it meant the beach was never used. So, one day she packed up her favourite towel, the families large beach umbrella, a bottle of lotion, her literature book and headed out. She wore sandals and a cute little blue dress that almost came to her knees when she stood still, and that was it. Of course, her daddy didn't know when he kissed her as she left to go out to 'study' in peace that she wasn't planning to do any reading.

The beach was warm and sunny, and Mira set up the umbrella, jamming the pointed end into the ground and piling sand up about it to keep it up. It still list to the side, but that was alright, because it provided more shade. She spread out her towel and sat upon it. She put some sunscreen on and then opened her literature book to some random chapter and tossed her head back to let the wind play through her hair. The place she'd picked wasn't overly sedcluded, but there was a five foot drop from the streets to the small shore, and large rocks were what made up the miniature cliff. To the left and right stretched miles of endless, unoccupied sand, and before her was the vast ocean. So she was completely alone as she drew her knees to her chest, feeling her dress hem inch up along her thighs.

She glanced to the right absently as her knees began to spread apart, making the dress hem tighten and slide higher up her thighs to compensate. Before long her dress slid to her hips and sort of became a crumple about her waist. Her knees were not quite halfway to the ground when the most wonderful breeze played across her now open and bared vagina. She sat that way several seconds, both excitied and timid. Her chest was heaving a little, because her breathing had already picked up. The excitment was winning, as another breeze came along and brushed every hair on her body and invoked a soft wetness at the junction of her thighs to be noticed. She felt her clitoris contract in want and gently moved one of her hands between her legs to pet the moist tenderness there. It was a sort of divine thing she could do to herself, touch softly and send pleasure rippling along her spine.

Gentle caressing wasn't enough though, and before long her fingers were circling the pink rimmed opening, occasionally flicking at the entrance teasingly. Her legs trembled and her knees sank to the ground in an open indian-style as she let her first finger slip easily into her warmth. She withdrew it before long but replaced it with two fingers, finding her buttock flexing forward slightly against the new presence in her body. All this, she had done before, and so while she was still reacting deliciously to the feelings, she found herself wanting more. Three fingers wasn't the answer, although it did feel nicer, but with a lazy grin she moved to reach over and get the dildo she'd bought last weekend in secret at the mall and concealed in her purse for just this moment. Her heart seemed to freeze as she saw just her lotion bottle and book sitting beside her, with no purse or dildo in sight. She'd forgotten the most important thing!

She trembled, unable to comfort herself with more petting having been so expecting a new hardness to enjoy, and wondering what to do. She was unimangable horny now, so she had to do -something-. Walking back home would be strange and suspcious, and she wasn't sure she could last that long without something more. She swallowed her shock down and looked about to see what else she could possibly do. The lotion bottle was simply too wide after the cap, and the cap wasn't anything much. The book was hopeless, unless she perhaps tore out pages and rolled them? No, that wouldn't feel good, and it was a school text, and she'd get charged for damage. "Noo, what do I do?" She whimpered, stiffening as the wind teased her parts again.

She blinked and glanced behind her to the pole that held the umbrella up. Her clean hand moved up as she twisted, to touch the thick piece of PCV. It was far to large to use for penetration (not to mention the end was covered in sand, yuck), but the idea of rubbing her spread pussy lips up and down the poles length seemed to be an answer from above. So she stood up, legs loosely spread and moved to position herself with one leg on either side of the pole. She glanced around again, as if expecting that someone would be walking along, but there was no one. Confident she was alone she hitched up her dress hem to her hips again and walked up the tilted pole until she was one step from brushing her pubis mons against the white pole. She bit her pinky nail as a moment of indecsion flashed through her, but her other hand reached back down to the aching place below, spread her lips and pushed down to place them over the pole.

It was cold, and that was a shock because her hands were always warm. Just having a hard presence there gave her chills and her nipples rolled into points. Her hands moved to grasp the pole above where she was attached to it, and with just the lubriaction she had made on her own already, she slowly moved up the shaft several inches. The pole wasn't perfectly smooth, and the tiny inflections stroked all the soft outer parts it touched, and before she thought about it she was forcing herself to slide back the other way. It was entirely different than what she had been doing before, but it was almost more fulfilling. It touched senstive places she hadn't thought of handling, and having some other thick hard object other than her hand doing the work was heavenly.

Before long, she was moving along the pole in a frenzed speed, her hair and breasts flailing with each thrust-like action she was making. The spaghetti straps of her dess slid to her shoulders and without her noticing her breasts spilled over the top of the dress, dancing in freedom, occasionally brushing against the pole themselves, as she tried to reach a climax. It wasn't long in coming and when it rushed out she grabbed the pole tightly with one hand and pulled it hard up against her and dropped her feet out from under her. Gravity did the rest, and she made a slimey mess on the pole, landing on her knees, with the umbrella toppled over on its side between her legs. She was breathing hard, hands dug into the sand, pole caught on her knees, and her head bent forward, looking between her breasts to watch the last of her cum drip from her opening and become absorbed into the sand.

"Mmm, if I had known I could do that, I wouldn't have bothered with my fingers." She murmured softly to herself. At the same moment, she wondered what exactly the juices dripping from her felt like. She lifted one hand from the sand and found with a slight shake it was virtually sand free again, and then moved it to touch her raw opening, scooping up a fingerful of the creamy whiteness, and making her back arch at the pleasure just that finger induced. "Over sensitive and begging for more, I see." She moaned between panting and instead of bringing her hand back to inspect, she returned it to the in-between area and began to rub. The umbrella pole fell from where her knees had cradled it as she rocked against her hand, finding that while a pole was good for giving orgasms, it didn't relieve her desire to be penerated. Her eyes looked to the bottle of lotion again with fever, wondering if she worked it right, if it could work.

She bit her lip, leaving one hand caressing her insides while the other reached for the bottle. She pulled the bottle out of the sand and examined it. It was large, pink and had a white cap. It didn't invoke any sexual desire from her, and with a sigh she tossed it back onto her towel. She moaned and jammed her head into the sand in frusteration, watching her hand as it worked a fourth finger in. Better, but not quite. Beyond her ass, but before the rocks, she suddenly saw a smooth phallic white shaft glinting in the sun. She blinked and then lifted her head and turned around to see what in the hell it really was.

The umbrella had fallen over, and the softly pointed end of it had popped up to the surface. Her eyes fluttered a bit, almost rolling into her head in relief and she pulled the entire thing forward between her legs until the end was in her hands. It was way beyond the thickness she ever thought she'd beable to put inside her, but it had a small beginning where the tip started, and she didn't really care because she was so desperate. It was worlds smaller than the damn lotion bottle. She hastily grabbed a corner of her towel and knocked the sand off the end she was about to use, then sat back on the back end of her butt and positoned the tip of the umbrella at the sore junction of her vagina. The tip slipped inside easily and her toes curled tightly in anticipation of pain. Things inside were wet already, and getting more so with the new member coming in. She drew it out a little to breath and tense up, and then reinserted, slowly pushing it deeper. The depth the pole tip reached before things started stretching was the same distance her middle finger could get, although not with such rigidness.

She shivered and withdrew the object a little, although left the very tip in and her other hand moved to join, getting saturated with wetness. Part of the frusteration of using her fingers was that they simply weren't long enough before the thumb got in the way. She ran her soiled hand up along the shaft of the pole, lubricating far more than she could possible use. "No pain, no gain." She raspily breathed and humped against the shaft with her rear, at the same time forcing it inwards with her hand. She clenched her teeth as it went deeper, feeling her body trembling. It wasn't near to the full circumfrence, but slightly over halfway. She was breathing hard, but instead of withdrawing, her legs spread more and she leaned back as she winced and forced more inside her. She gained several centimeters more before she had to pull back for breath. It wasn't the depth that was the problem at all, it was the damn circumfrence of the pole. She was damned to be eternally unfulfilled.

She leaned back more and dug her spread legs into the sand and then scooted her butt forward so they spread open even more. She resisted from crying out and held perfectly still while her leg muscles stopped screaming out in pain. After a minute of stillness she advanced the shaft inside again, reaching the point she reached before and forcing it beyond. Up the pole, not quite a foot and a half was a small black handle that was used to open the umbrella, and she stretched forward and grabbed it, using the handle as leverage to thrust against. Everything went red and black and a gargled scream sprang from her lips as something stretched too far and the shaft went in past the tip and an inch and a half onto the full circumfrence. She couldn't move, something too huge was inside her, freezing her up. Something incredibly thick and hard, deeper inside her than anything ever had gone in before. She panted, her breasts slapping against the pole as she tried to not move. Even the slight action of breathing made her body rub along the pole slightly, sending both pain and pleasure along her entire being.

She didn't look down, afraid that she'd see blood, and pulled the pole out half an inch, then rocked back into it for another full inch. Two inches in was a world of stars and needles. She figured she'd come this far, leaving now would be pointless, because, beside the pain, she was hornier than ever. She began moaning and rocking her hips against the umbrella, one hand slowly pulling it out, then back in, the other pinching her nipples and trying to find something to clutch. Before long she had a good slow rythm and two more inches. The little handle was nearly to her navel, and she found herself craning her neck to lick at it's cool metal as she rocked, thanking it for being there and giving her the needed boost to get this far. Soon she was all over the pole, touching as far as where she'd orgasmed on it the first time. Her tounge lapped over the old cum, finally getting to taste and feel it. Nothing registered much anymore, though, even her pain was over ridden with the sheer waves of pleasure she was riding on.

She shuddered and pulled the pole back two inches before she exploded all over it. She fell back, her legs closing with a good six inches of the pole, at least three being full circumfrence, still hard in her tight vagina. Cum trickled down the pole and dripped onto the sand as she panted hard, gasping as each breath sent shivers along her spine, radiated from her pussy. She was exhausted and wanted to just pass out right there, with the hard pole right inside and the hot sun warming her skin and the breeze dancing over her nipples. In the distance she vaguely heard laughter and lifted her head. Around the bend of rocks she could see two shadows coming in her direction. She sat up straight, one hand moving to cover her bare breasts, the other going to the pole to pull it out. She grimaced as it hurt to move now and then looked up as two boys rounded the corner with big smiles on their faces, laughing about something -- not her. She snapped her legs closed, knees coming together, and she winced at the sharp pain it caused. They blinked and stopped when they saw her and she turned violently red.

"Oh hey, sorry." The sandy haired boy said, waving a bit. His brunette companion flashed a smile and chuckled. "We're just wandering, didn't mean to startle you." They edged past, either unaware that she had her two inch circumfrence umbrella pole shoved six inches up into her virgin cunt, was sitting in a puddle of her own cum and every breath she took threatened to give her another orgasm, or they were acting very nonchalant about it. The brunette, taller of the two passed her and glanced up at the sun that was growing lower in the sky.

"Hey, I should be getting home soon, it's gotta be past four already." The sandy haired boy walked past her too, eyeing her a little strangely, but apparently not too concernly. She WAS bright red and covered with sweat after all, she probably looked a mess.
"These rocks look easy to climb over, so the road shouldn't be far. Gonna come?" He glanced back to his friend.

"Nah, I'm gonna head down a bit further, see if I got any crabs in my traps yet." Mira blushed more, wishing the boys would just GO. She'd never been so embarrassed, and the sight of them was making her body react, and with something as monstrous as the umbrella already so deep inside her, that wasn't a good thing. If she hadn't already had the pole up her cunt, she might've touched herself. As it was, her panting was reacting more than enough friction to make up forit. She swallowed. Hard.

"'Kay, catch you later then, dude." And the brunette scaled the rocks and soon even his shadow was lost to sight. The blond looked back at her and offered an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that, he's a bit of a dunce. I didn't mean to walk in on a pretty girl like you, sunbathing." Mira looked away, biting her lip harder, fighting the urge in her to start softly rocking again. The boys eyes wandered to the umbrella, which she was holding at a strange angle. He assumed she obviously was as blonde as she looked, because there was no way she was going to get that umbrella to stand up with the way she was holding it. "Uh, do you need some help?" He took a step towards her. "You're all hot. And sweaty looking. And I can probably handle that umbrella better, if you want me to."

Mira's eyes widened since she couldn't blush anymore and felt like crawling into a hole. This guy was either a big pervert, or was mocking her. She glanced at him, and looked him over. He was taller than her, but probably only around 5'7", and he had no shirt on, just bluejeans that were cuffed at the bottom, and no shoes. "N-no, I'm fine." She murmured, wishing she hadn't gotten so carried away. Wishing more that he was just gone.

"Aww, c'mon, don't be modest. You're going about it all the wrong way." He smiled and stopped. "My name is Tate, and I swear if you're that embarrassed, I'll never tell another sole about this." He flashed pearly whites at her and nodded as she looked at him with shocked eyes.

"You're seriously serious?" She said, her voice a soft whisper.

"Sure, I never lie. Cross my heart. Now, here, let go of the pole and I'll get it up for you in no time." He waited.

She looked away, confused by his polietness and then his turn-around sexual-lewdness. She didn't really need anymore help, she was quite exhausted and would no doubt be sore for days, but for some reason she was compelled to compile. It was probably the fact that she was turned on by the thought of being seen like this. "Okay. You promised." She kept her eyes focused on the sand to her left as the hand she had drapped over her breasts slid down and her knees, which had come together to hold her dress to try and look like she was actually -wearing- it came apart, spreading slowly like they had when she'd first arrived. It was apparent in a few seconds where the end of the umbrella pole dissappeared to, swallowed by a hairy soft mass of pink flesh, stretched beyond what would seem normal. Her chest was heaving more as her knees touched the sand again, her shame full on for the boy stranger to see, the pole sliding out a fraction of an inch as she got wet enough again. She swallowed and moved her hands to the pole again, to pull it out.

Seeing no motion from the boy, she glanced to him to see if he was going to help at all. She raised an eyebrow seeing a trickle of blood from his nose and the jeans in front of his crotch raised strangely. "Is something wrong? You said you'd help didn't you?"

Tate was silent, staring at the woman before him. Talk about being instantly aroused. The girls in his porn books didn't even get things that thick in them! And, she wasn't even censored. He blinked again, totally in denial that this was real until she spoke. He blushed realizing now what had just happened. Somehow, someway, he and Kai had walked in on this girl fucking her umbrella pole. They thought she was having problems with setting it up, and she thought they knew what she was doing and wanted in on the action. "Y-yeah." He said dumbly and moved towards her, not sure if he should kneel or not. He couldn't keep his eyes off the junction where the pole was swallowed whole by her vagina. It was all pink and red there, and covered in what he could only imagine was glistening cum. So she'd already -done- it. He felt sweaty. "You need help . . . getting it out?"

Mira nodded a little, watching the boy intently. He'd gotten strange all of the sudden. She guessed it was understandable, she would have too, had their situations been reversed. Then again, she never would have suggested helping him. "Do it slowly, it, it hurts." She said softly, biting her lip again.

Tate nodded and grasped the pole with one hand. Mira moaned and lolled her head to the side, because the pole was deep enough that the motion of him even gently handing it was like a deep thrust and the feeling rippled through her body. He wanted to ask if it hurt how she got it in, or how far it was, but he felt that wasn't inappropirate. Slowly he began to pull the shaft out, watching Mira rock against it with every centimeter he earned as if she was enjoying it, and seeing the lips peel away to reveal more and more slick white shaft. After two agonizing inches he began to feel vastly inadequate. If girls were masterbating with things this thick and long, mens' nature-grown penis' would be no comparison. The shaft dipped suddenly after yet another inch as the end began to taper and Mira shuddered violently as air rushed into her opening. One hand clutched at Tate's arm, nails digging into his skin, and her nipples returned to their rock hard state. The removal of the pole by someone else and the on slaught of cool air down her open cunt had been the single most arousing thing she'd ever felt. "What? What?! Did I do something wrong?" He froze, startled and mezmerized.

"No." She whispered, her other hand going to touch his where he held the shaft. In a husky voice, eyes half lidded closed, she added: "Put it back in . . . and do that again."

Tate's pants became increasingly uncomfortable as she slid and laid sprawled on the sand on her back, her free hand running over her breasts, across the crumpled dress at her middle and to her sex again, rubbing it luxuriously. He opened his mouth to protest, but the hand she had on his tugged a bit, and the sight of her vaginal lips parting to swallow the pole was even more mezmerizing than taking it out. She arched her back and moaned in pleasure as someone else fed her vicious sexual desire. He swallowed hard and pushed the pole back in until he felt resistance. She gasped, and worked her legs so they spread beyond what seemed normal, humped against the pole every few seconds to ease it in, millimeter by millimeter. The pole slid in further and Tate found himself angling it inside her so it could travel inside her vaginal cavity. She lifted her ass off the sand to complete the angle and her hands rubbed around the junction fiercely, fondling her clitoris. The small handle that opened the umbrella was only about four inches from begin swallowed itself now. Tate wanted to see it go in, or try to, but Mira probably couldn't take more. He felt resistance again, and if there was resistance this deep, it had to be because they were at the cervix.

He watched Mira as she stroked herself and rocked her hips, not seeming to mind that she was holding herself up with just her tiptoes and shoulders. She was obviously lost to him, in a world of her own pleasure. Her breathing was heavy enough to be heard down the beach. He wondered how strange a picture they made as he was seeming to be spearing this girl with an umbrella pole, while she was humping it back. "Aauuuugnnnhh." He looked to Mira's face quickly and moved to withdraw the pole again. She slowly rolled down onto her back as he pulled it out, counting the inches as he did. It was at least nine, not counting however long the tip was. The whole length was slippery wet, and smelled of sex. "More." She growled and her hands traced a wet trail up her body to fondle her breasts. There were such wonderful things she could do with herself when she didn't have to think about manipulating the heavy pole. Tate swallowed hard again, wondering how long this would go on as he began forcing the shiny white shaft back up into her.

Mira methodically rolled back onto her shoulders and neck again, but rocked this time against the pole harder, panting like a dog, complete with her tongue lolling out time from time. Tate felt for sure he had to be hurting her and he moved to withdraw again but his hand slipped on the cum left from her first orgasm on the long part of the pole and the it twirled like an off center drill. Mira gurgled a cry of pain-pleasure and just shook her head positively as best she could, what with it being smashed into the sand. Tate wished had had a hand free to unbutton his pants with. "More?" He said, in almost disbelief and Mira's hips rocked more fiercely in agreement. Tate moved slowly, rolling the big pole around, sure that the tip was hitting her G-spot now.

Mira swallowed hard and croaked out: "Down, just a bit."

Tate raised an eyebrow and moved the pole to a slightly higher angle and it slid in another half inch. She cried out, tears leaking from her eyes and began to hump the pole as earnestly she could in midair, at times reaching up to where it entered and trying to pull it down harder. He took that as incenitive to start rolling the pole again and did so. She writhed on the ground, her hands touching everything on her body, seeming to be frusterated and wanting. Tate was overcome with the desire to see her cum all over, where he had such a view, and so in addition to the rolling, he began to pull the pole out, faster than she ever could have, but still relatively slowly, and thrusting it back in, hitting her G-spot each time. At it's max depth, it gained another half inch and the the small little handle was hitting her pubic mound, and each time it did she cried out the loudest, presumably because that was the deepest she could take. It wasn't long before she stiffened hard after a particularlly hard deep thrust and he watched as the cum rose up and leaked out around the tight lipped grip onto the pole. He lowered the pole so she could lay flat and pulled it out five inches or so to allow for it. The pole was soaked and more cum dribbled out, thick and white, as he pulled.

Mira looked almost unconcious in the orange light of the setting sun as he pulled the shaft out of her completely. The tip had to be three inches itself, and as he tossed the thing onto the sand beside her, he had to guess she'd gotten sixteen inches fully inside and half wanted to measure the thing, from the tip to the small handle to see for certain. He was dumbfounded and horny as hell. His eyes fixed on her gapping vagina, that seemed to be breathing in and out as she heaved. It was deep red and open wide, as if unable to reconstrict close yet after having housed such a huge object for so long. He bit his knuckle and resisted the urge to ask if he could get a return favour. "Well," his voice cracked and he cleared it. "I think . . . I've helped to the best of my ability." He paused for a heartbeat. "Unless you want to try a -real- penis." He lifted his eyes from her opening to her face and watched her bite her lip, smile softly and shake her head no. Her legs pressed together, hiding the secret opening with hair. He nodded slowly and stood up, but not without difficulty.

"Then you'll excuse me miss."

"Mira." She supplied. Tate blinked then continued.

"Miss Mira . . . I have something to take care of." And with that he hurried off around the bend, unfastening his pants as fast as he could.

Mira lay on the sand until the sun had set, and only then did she pull her dress up to recover her breasts. Sitting up wasn't bad, but when she got to her knees to stand, an empty painfulness arched through her body. She grimaced and tugged her dress down over her butt and forced herself to her feet. She'd been a fool to let things go that far. If those boys had happened by and she hadn't had the umbrella she really might have tried to get them to fuck her. She looked down at the umbrella lying on the sand beside her, looking nothing more than a normal folded up umbrella in the moonlight. She smiled devilishly and ran a hand over the front of her dress over her left breast down to where it covered her sex and rubbed just enough to feel it. "It was better than any dildo though, wasn't it?" She rubbed a little more like she was petting a well behaved dog and when she lifted her hand, it was moist.

She smiled, gathered her things, umbrella and all, and headed back for home.

She didn't mind not having a boyfriend so much anymore.