WARNING: This story is explicit and perhaps might disgust you.
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Bored Monica Dhar had been looking forward to a memorable day of sun, great surf and returning home near-exhausted but exhilarated.
Not to be. The sea was flat because the forecast favorable wind had failed to arrive. She spat out her gum and sulked, looking aimlessly out to sea.
A guy on one of the four-wheelie things came along the beach and up to stop beside her.
"Hi. If you're looking for a wave to come it won't be today," he said, noticing her board on the ground at her feet.
Monica made no effort to reply.
"Are you deaf or just dumb?"
She had to smile.
"That's better," said the muscular guy in a black bush singlet, shorts, wool socks and boots. "I bet you thought I was angling for a fuck?"
"It had crossed my mind."
The guy scratched his short-cropped black hair. "Sorry, but you're out of luck. I'm particular where I put it."
"Good for you," said the 26-year-old nurse. "A virulent STD can move through your cock, eat into your gut and then ride a return artery to begin eating your heart."
"Christ, you're a bundle of joy," he said, turning a little pale. "Sit on my ATV while I nip into the store."
She was still standing in the same spot when he returned with milk, bread and Saturday morning newspaper in a clear carry bag.
"How long would it take to eat out my heart?"
"About three very painful weeks. But you'll remain conscious and coherent until just near the end and will be able to choose which of your buddies will be pallbearers."
"You're a nurse, aren't you?"
Surprised, Monica said, "Yes, how did you work that out?"
"Because you have big tits and are wearing your nurse's cap."
"I am not, you clown," Monica said but still was unable to stop raising her hand and feel her hair.
"Nah, Mrs Stewart who runs the store reckoned you'd be a nurse when I told her what you'd said. She'd noticed us chatting. She was a nurse way back and said they used to tell that same story to guys to give them the brush off."
"So Mrs Stewart is the clever one; what does that make you?"
"Extra specially dumb I suppose. I did believe you." He turned his appealing brown eyes on her but was not given an inch.
The guy shrugged and climbed on to the dusty red quad bike and started it, revving the motor and moving off shouted, "Well goodbye, I was going to invite you to return along the beach with me for a fuck."
"Okay," Monica called.
She watched the brake light burn bright red and the bike skid into a partial turn that he finished and rode back to her. Looking rather embarrassed he said, "Did I hear you say okay?"
"I don't know what you heard but yes I did say okay. A fuck is better than wasting my entire day. Are you any good?"
"Um would babes complain if I disappointed them?"
"Not if they were polite."
"I only date polite women."
"I bet."
He grinned and said she was all right. "Move your ass and we'll have a great time."
"Oh I'll perform. The question is can you?"
Flushing, he said, "I'm Danny Roberts."
"Hi Danny my Fucker of the Day. I'm Monica Dhar."
"Ah, so that's why you have a dark skin."
"Why?"
"Because that's a district in Central India. I read a lot."
"My paternal great-grandparents emigrated from India but from then on we have been European. My mother, who calls my skin color olive, is whiter than your mother?"
"How on earth can you say that?"
"It was a thought, simply a thought for you to prove or disprove."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because it's intellectually more stimulating than going around and asking every female under the age of fifty to have sex with you."
"That's rubbish. I only asked you because you looked forlorn and I thought what could I do to cheer this lovely and forlorn young woman."
"Well you didn't think far, not beyond your zip in fact."
"If that's meant to be criticism why did you accept?"
Monica said because it was the best offer she'd received all day although it was not yet 9:00 am. They laughed.
"Put your board inside your SUV and I'll hop across and ask Mrs Stewart to keep an eye on your vehicle."
Danny returned and said because Monica was a nurse Mrs Stewart said she could park her vehicle on the front lawn. "It's this house beside the store. I'll open the gate."
Monica, with muddy brown hair and looking a little over-weight, returned to Danny who was already seated on his bike. She was wearing sunglasses and was putting sunscreen into her small handbag and also carried a beach towel and a car rug.
"What's with the rug?"
"You are unlikely to fuck me on your bed with your mom lurking. It's to make sure I don't get sand, or hay or straw or even green grass up my pussy."
Danny turned crimson. "Um Monica. I shouldn't have asked you so crudely to have sex. I'm sorry. Put the rug back in your vehicle."
"No while it was appallingly crude, your sheer cheekiness set me alight. I want to proceed with our unexpected promiscuous liaison. How old are your Danny?"
"Twenty."
"Oh god, only just out of your teens. Do you know how to do it?
Danny was crimson again. He said hesitantly, "Yeah I think so."
Monica sighed and got up behind him. "Let's go Danny."
They rode down the boat-launching ramp and went north along the beach on firm sand just below high water mark. He'd said they'd not travel quickly because with two on the machine they could bog in soft spots and perhaps even flip.
Monica dug her hands under his T-shirt and rubbed his nipples.
"What are you doing?" he yelled.
"Getting myself worked up as well as you," said called, loving the feel of her long brunette hair flying out in the wind and the salty-air on her face. "Stop at the first good spot."
She kissed into his neck and heard him say, "Jesus" and again but she only just heard it as she pushed her breasts into him.
He steered into a delta in the cliffs and rode in a little way in soft sand below the bush-lined cliff. "Does this look a good spot?"
"For what?"
He failed to meet her gaze, head dropping.
Suppressing a giggle she stepped off the bike and grabbed the rug, spreading it on the sand. Monica removed her sweatshirt and turned her back to him and ordered, "Undo my bra."
Danny jumped off the bike and staggered as he fought to stay balanced. He reached her, breathing heavily, and fumbled successfully to undo the three hooks. He then reached around to cup her.
"These are great knockers. Um that name is okay, isn't it?"
"Call them what you like but do something with them Danny."
"Like what?"
Monica sighed. "Turn me around Danny and fondle them and lick them but don't you dare bite the nipples until I'm really heated up."
"How will you heat up?"
Monica rolled her eyes. She pushed him back a little and pulled off his T-shirt and nipped one of his nipples.
"Christ," he yelled and grabbing her buried his head between her moderately large breasts. Swinging his head from side to side he was crooning, "Oh lovely, oh so soft."
Smiling, Monica grabbed his butt, dug her fingers in well, and jerked him against her and at first she thought she'd caught his arm between them but then her eyes widened above a growing smile as her hand confirmed what she held was no arm.
"Christ Danny, are your jerking and stretching this all day?"
"Huh?"
He stopped slobbering and now aware of what she was on about said, "Big 'uns run in my family."
"Get back to what you were doing. Work on my nipples with your fingers and lick long strokes between my tits. Who taught you to do that?"
"My big sister."
"Oh god."
"But she won't let me fuck her. You must understand... it gets boring out here. Mom used to love jerking me across her fat gut but that stopped because she said she didn't like me pestering her all the time to be allowed to put it in."
"Oh god."
Overcome by a roaring in her ears and feeling her tits swell, Monica caught Danny in a leg hook and threw him on to the rug. She unzipped him and was rather relieved it wasn't quite as large as first thought.
Aware she was now naturally lubricated she grunted, "Want to do it now?"
He said yeah so she sat on him, pushed him in and bounced.
Before very long she groaned into release and he fired. She stepped off, not even in a sweat.
"That wasn't very long."
"Don't be greedy."
"Mrs Williams goes for more than an hour."
"What?"
"So she tells me."
"Oh, good for Mrs Williams."
"She says dad is the best of her men."
Monica reached for her towel, her mind giving up on the sexual activities of this community.
"I couldn't believe you'd let me do you before I administered the slap and tickle stuff."
"You mean foreplay?"
"Yeah."
"Well I was eager for it, wasn't I? Anyway what's this before I let you do it? You just lay there staring at my tits."
"They were awesome, swinging like that. It got me off."
"Oooh. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah, although you are taller and broader than me and a bit fat I found you rather tight."
"I know how to squeeze and anyway I'm not a gaper. And cut out that reference to being fat or you'll get now more pussy."
"What does all that stuff about squeezing and being a gaper mean?"
"Never mind; by the time you have fucked the entire district you'll know everything."
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind. Just talk about us Danny. Stand and kiss me and poke that thing into my belly -- no don't bother to wipe it unless you want to. I enjoy the feel of a cock wet after sex against me when kissing."
"Do you want me to piss on you?"
"No thanks darling. We scarcely know one another."
