Cassandra had been floating dreamily in the cool water for nearly an hour before she realized that her bra and shorts were nowhere to be found. It was mid-morning now, and the beach was fairly quiet. The weather being this wonderful, she knew it would be packed with people by noon.
She made a last ditch search effort on her way back to her bicycle, but her pink top and shorts were gone: washed away by the tide. Tossing her wet, golden hair to one side and wringing it out, she stood in the cool air with her feet in warm sand. The glaze of cum had been cleaned by the salty water. Her still tender nipples were as hard as they'd ever been, poking out against the breeze.
Her hot young pussy was still excited from the wild morning as Cass set off down the shoreline toward her husband's house, nude, wet and pushing her bike along with her.
It was not a nude beach, and there were bound to be some families around, but Cass hardly cared. Drying in the sun and ruminating on Antonio's dong, she strolled happily as the waves kissed her feet.
The ocean was on her right and her bicycle on her left; she at least made a small effort to be modest as she passed by gaping groups of beachgoers. Her big, left breast had its hard nipple tucked in the crease of her elbow and she had turned slightly toward the water to obscure her hot, hungry pussy. Her big, right breast bounced and jiggled freely, supple skin rippling like the ocean waves.
The proud, nude, busty blonde tried not to return the stares she felt coming from the beach but it was difficult to resist. A half dozen people had their hands over their eyes like visors as they watched in wonder. Most had their mouths hanging open and a good number more were pointing and whispering to the person beside them. Just about an equal split of men and women were fixated on her, as far as Cass could tell from her quick glances inland.
In the water, though there were fewer people, they were treated to a more titillating view. One guy, maybe a year or two younger than Cassandra, came riding in on his surfboard with a dumbfounded look on his face before wobbling and falling into the waves.
A horn sounded from a boat fifty yards out, followed by hoots, hollers and waving arms. Cassandra couldn't help but smile and return the wave. Some of their words drifted to her over the whitecaps, "Let me play with your beach balls, baby!"
Giggling, she put a little bit of a skip in her step. That fluttering thrill swelled, emanating from her tight waist and tummy to spread throughout her body. Everyone treated her so playfully and with such interest that she just wanted to dance and give them all a show right then and there, naked on the beach. But Cassandra lowered her head, still beaming, and kept moving.
A little way down the shore, she glanced inland again and locked eyes with a tall, pale, thin man holding up a tattooed arm. His short blonde hair was teased upward and he wore a sly smile beneath his sunglasses. Cass returned the smile and the raised hand greeting which prompted him to stride straight to the shoreline and head her off at the pass.
His skin and hair were almost as light as the white sand, contrasting harshly with his black, knee-length swim trunks. As Cass approached, she noticed he was nearly a foot taller than her with well-defined abs.
"What's the matter?" She started, "Is the water too cold for you?"
He leaned his cocky head to one side and chimed back, "No, just working on my tan. Can you not tell?"
Cass chuckled at his paleness, spotting faint blonde hairs scattered on his skin. "No, I couldn't! I like your accent! Where are you from?"
He moved closer and held out a large, firm hand, "Klaus, I am from Deutschland. Germany."
"Oooh," Cass smirked and grabbed it gently, "is Deutschland a big city there?"
He laughed, "No, Deutschland is what we Germans call Germany."
Cass slapped her forehead with another giggle, "I think I knew that, actually! My name's Cassandra."
His eyes were hidden by the shades but by tilting his head forward she knew he was ogling her big bare boobs.
"Do you see something you like, Klaus?" She squeezed her tits together with her arms.
"Ya, I surely do," he answered coolly.
"What do you call them in German, Klaus?"
"Groß schön brüste! Big beautiful boobs."
Cass tossed her long, wet hair back so nothing would block his view of her nakedness.
"I have no shirt for you, but if you like, I lend you my shorts, ya?"
She looked down at his pants. She had seen the wind blowing his trunks around in the corner of her eye but now that she looked closer she realized that something huge, long and hard was pushing against the inside of his left pant leg.
Cass gasped and put a hand over her mouth, squishing her right boob as she did so. He bent over slightly and started pulling down his waistband. She stepped back in surprise and anticipation of some fearsome beast being unleashed, and knocked her bike into the sand.
A short bush of blonde hair surrounded the base of a pale, veiny limb as wide around as the handle of a pool cue but as he slowly lowered his shorts she was appalled to see it became much thicker toward the end, like a baseball bat.
Her cool, flirtatious demeanor vanished. Cass frantically looked around the beach to see a handful of onlookers closely watching the all-but-naked pair.
"Do you like what YOU see, Cassandra?"
She enjoyed the flavor that his accent lended to her name. Glimpsing that veiny, triumphant bastard between his legs made her heart race and her pussy leak; adrenaline or some other sex-craze chemical coursed through her.
"What do you call this in your American tongue?"
He continued easing his black shorts down to reveal more of his incredible hard cock. Cass couldn't take it any longer and pressed in close to him, grabbing the waistband and pulling them up for him. Her huge love pillows smooshed against his lean body.
"Oh my GOD!" She tried to muffle a yell, "You - I - YOU!" she stammered and he grinned like he was the most clever man on Earth.
"Huge fuckin' HORSE COCK!!" She finally blurted out her answer.
Cass had never considered herself a size queen, but it seemed to make quick, simple sense that her huge, soft tits should clash with his huge, hard cock. Her shaken mind rationalized that this was an extremely rare opportunity to conduct a sex-periment.
What happens when a pair of heavenly bodies collide with the blasphemous, monstrous Tower of Babel? A stupid question, to be sure, but she was compelled all the same.
Cassandra's eyes scanned the sand and water as her brain spun in place. And, after several moments of intense focus, she had found it: directly inland from them sat an empty concession stand. With her hand still holding onto his shorts, she pulled him along like a dog on a leash.
"Where we going, baby?" He teased, clearly just as eager as she was.
The busty, slutty blonde's thoughts were stuck on his big beastly dick, thinking how solid and formidable his shaft looked and wondering how it would feel. Cass's round ass and fat titties quaked as she marched through the white sand, ignoring the multitude of gawking and mumbling faces.
Their destination lay where the sand turned to grass: a small, oblong concrete building with an open serving window and colorful signs for ice cream, soda and hot dogs plastered on the outside. Cass let go of Klaus's waistband and vaulted over the counter as smoothly as a vagrant would a subway turnstile. She eyed the German's bulging bratwurst as he did the same.
Now inside the small, shady building, Cass fumbled for a lightswitch as Klaus reached for the shutter and tugged it down. Face-to-face in the tight space, Cass swiftly fell to her knees before Klaus could even take his sunglasses off.
Fluorescent lights hummed overhead as she unveiled the white snake that had been so enthusiastic to introduce itself.
"Do not be scared, he will not bite," Klaus assured her jokingly, as if he could read her mind.
She pulled his shorts down slowly, cautiously, and looked up at the pasty face staring down at her. He was certainly not her usual type of guy but his confidence, or overconfidence, enticed her and now that she had found the root cause of his cock-iness she couldn't help but want a taste.
Klaus still had that shit-eating grin on his face when he planted his hands on either side of the narrow kitchen space. Cass put her head down, wet hair draped over her back as she examined his throbbing third leg.
Six inches of his baseball bat cock were out in the open now, and his light blonde hair covered ball sack hung tight to the base. The next few inches were as terrifically thick as the few before, and she worried that it would be hard to fit him in her mouth - but she knew she would try.
