Wanda Writes a Letter

This is my alternate version of the events of Wanda At the Beach that had been requested. It is Wanda telling her own made-up version of events for the pleasure of her husband.

All characters are over the age of 18.

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Dear Julie

First of all happy anniversary. I am so sorry we couldn't be together for our first anniversary. I understand and I love that you put me and Alexis first. You always made me feel safe and now your dedication to supporting us makes me feel like I am taken care of.

I rushed this letter so you had something from me on our special day. You already gave me the best gift ever in our daughter Alexis. Speaking of gifts now that Alexis is eating semi-solid foods I am weaning her off the boobs so when you get back you should have your favorite toys back.

Now that she is sitting up I took Alexis to the beach for the first time with my cousins. Not that we need any work on our tans. We took lots of pictures. We came home and I gave her, her first bath in the tub.

Sorry I couldn't send you any pics sexier than me in my mom style swimsuit. My cousins were dressed to impress so if you feel the need go ahead just don't tell me about it.

Since I can't send you any naked photos I decided to tell you your favorite sexy story. About the time I made a horrible mistake and it came back to get me.

I had been dating this wonderful guy. He was perfect. If he wasn't perfect he was perfect for me. He made me feel safe. That was a big deal for me because I was bullied a lot. I was singled out because I was the only black girl at our school and because I had really big boobs.

My breasts got me all the wrong kinds of attention. I wasn't treated like a person but like an object or more accurately two objects. I hated every day of school until my bully harassed me in front of my soon to be boyfriend. He got away with stuff like that because he had a group of big jocky buddies that would back him up and the teachers didn't want to deal with my problems because they didn't want to step into the racial minefield of PC culture. No one would help me. That all changed when my bully harassed me in front of the wrong guy. Then this brave guy stands up and punches out my bully just because it was the right thing to do.

I fell so hard for that guy. The way he stared down my bullies was amazing. He had no fear. Even though I could tell he liked me he didn't do it to get in my pants. He did it because he had this old fashioned sense of chivalry and honor. It was so new to me to deal with a guy like that. It really helped that he was so sexy. He had these big muscles from the gym. He boxed and hit like a truck. The first time I saw him hit a heavy bag the bag would strain the chain and flip up on it's side the noise it made when leather slapped into leather. Oh, baby! He was very shy though. I knew he liked me back but he was afraid to make a move.

I broke through his shyness and got him to take me out and we were together all of high school. In retrospect, things progressed really quickly but he didn't rush me. I never felt pressured to do anything with him I wasn't ready and eager to do.

Me being dumb though, I listened to my friends and stuff I saw in movies and TV about what college is supposed to be. Where you explore and find your self. My friends who really weren't my friends told me I really needed to date more. I couldn't be sure I found the right guy until I found some wrong guys. It made sense at the time. I tried to talk my guy into having an open relationship and it blew up in my face. I felt so bad for the hurt I put in his eyes when I suggested it that it made me feel mad for feeling guilty. I broke it off with the guy. I wasn't going to let him control my feelings.

I knew it was a mistake as I was making it but I didn't know how to undo it. I was so wrong all I could do was double down. I made a big show of being single and independent. I watched as it destroyed my guy that I was moving on. It was horrible doing that to him but I just couldn't stop. I had to show how strong I was without him and how far I was beyond him. I drew way too much attention to myself.

I made a big deal about trading up for a better guy. The only thing better than my guy I thought was an older more mature guy, a college guy. I made sure everyone knew I was going for college men now, not my high school boyfriend. I made sure everyone knew I was going to spend spring break on the beach hunting down my upgraded boyfriend. I left no doubt that I was going to find someone better by using my eighteen-year-old body as bait. Specifically my new bikini.

The whole school showed up to see me in my bikini. I wasn't surprised they had spent years making a big deal about my massive chest. The opportunity to see it one last time in a bikini was a sure draw. All-day I was catching guys from school checking me out. some blatant some were a little more slick but it was constant. My body was photographed all day in that swimsuit. There were an unusual amount of high school kids with camcorders but I didn't realize that was strange at the time. I was loving being the center of attention. Even my bullies getting to see me didn't bother me. Good, I thought, let them want me and never get a chance to have me.

We made our way over to the beach volleyball court with the plan of taking on some cute college types. My ex-friends hustled us a game against these three really cute guys. They were really athletic and tanned the type of guys who hung out on the water. One of them looked like a swimmer. He had that kind of hard muscular leanness that I find so sexy behind your back. The guy couldn't stop looking at my breasts and I was sure I had found my transition guy. I was ready for a new experience and this looked like it. I was so excited at the thought of another guy getting to see my tits for the first time it was hard to focus on the game. Lucky for me my teammates were so good. We bet them pretty quick and I was about to go flirt with this guy when my teammates came over and high fived me. I liked showing off for the guy I was flirting with and noted he saw my breast shake in my top during the high five.

Without warning my teammates spun me around so I was facing the crowd in the bleachers. I didn't mind I like celebrating our victory. I felt the girls from my team grab my hands and lift them into the air. I thought we were celebrating and laughed and smiled as I looked at the crowd of mostly guys who were snapping pics of me in my victory pose.

All of a sudden my bully stepped into my personal space. He looked my body up and down, pausing way too long on my breasts. The creepy vibe made me thankful for having my boyfriend to keep me safe. I looked past him at the crowd of guys staring at me taking pics. I saw two of the lesser bullies pointing cameras at me. It dawned on me all at once that I wasn't still with my boyfriend and maybe couldn't count on his protection anymore. I realized how vulnerable I was with my hands held up like that and tried to pull them down.

My friends held me in place as I struggled. I started to tell them to free me when I saw the look in my bully's eye. It hit me that this was all a setup I saw the camcorders surrounding me and I made a panicked struggle to free my hands. My bully looked on with glee as my tits shook from the effort.

He stepped to my side so not only could the crowd see me but I was able to see the mass of guys gathered. I heard myself gasp as his hand slid up my stomach. His fingers were tiny and clammy on my skin. I saw guys from my study group eagerly looking on as my bully reached my bikini top.

Those little fingers slipped under my top and I felt his jagged fingernail brush the bottom of my left breast. I turned to look at my bully and he was loving the intimate feel of my breast. I was pleading with my eyes for him to stop when I watched his eyes focus on my chest as he grasped my top in his clenching fist.

My gaze flicked back to the crowd watching my predicament and anticipating what was to come. As camera flashes were going off all around me I realized how much thought had gone into this. Everyone must have known about this ahead of time. As the material of my bikini top started to rise I scanned the audience for my boyfriend wondering if he had known about my setup. In the crowd of hundreds, I couldn't find him.

I felt good knowing he hadn't participated but realized he wouldn't be coming to my last second rescue as I felt air on the bare undersides of my boobs. I watched as the crowd took a deep breath anticipating what was coming. It was eerily quiet as I felt the spandex slide over my sensitive areolas. I felt my hard nipple tip catch for a second on the edge of my top then pop out from the material. I realized that everyone was seeing what they had gathered for. I felt my bikini top rest under my chin and I listened in horror to the cheer that arose from the crowd that signaled my reveal. I realized that I was completely exposed.

The crowd was in ecstasy as my bare tits were visible to everyone. I tried to free my hands again but just succeded in shaking my bare breasts for the crowd who loved the motion in my chest. As embarrassed as I was It was amazing to get this response from all those guys.

I looked at the girl holding my arm on the opposite side from my bully hoping to plead with her to let me go and end my humiliation. A new wave of emotion hit me as I saw the college guy I was flirting with earlier looking right at me his eyes wide in shock. The way he was looking at me was turning me on despite my situation. I couldn't help but notice his board shorts were tented from his giant erection.

As if he sensed my conflicted emotions I felt my bully's hands clasp under my breast. I looked on as the cameramen approached me to get an up-close view of my breast groping. The crowd was loving the juggling act my bully did with my breasts. I closed my eyes in embarrassment. I opened them again when I felt a third set of fingers on my breasts. I was shocked to find the college guy I was flirting with fondling my nipple.

My pussy was burning from the breast contact the first time anyone but my boyfriend had ever touched my tits. My clitoris was swollen and on fire. I felt my bully press his tiny erection into my bikini-clad ass rubbing through his bathing trunks. It felt pathetically small. He could tell I was unimpressed with his tiny dick and he responded by clamping his dainty little fingers on my nipple.

The pain almost shocked me into orgasm but I felt my bully have a pathetic orgasm in his pants and get it on me. I lost the sexy feeling with the gross slime of his warm jizz on my ass.

My bully lowered my top feeling my humiliation was complete. The boos from the crowd were deafening. I could tell he was embarrassed that I saw his premature ejaculation. Even though he had exposed me I knew how pathetic and small he was.

When he saw the disdain I had for him he responded by again whipping my top up for the crowd.

I wasn't prepared for the second round of exposure or the speed that it came and let out a shocked gasp that sounded like ecstasy. My bully stared into my eyes. I knew what he was thinking and shook my head. Then I saw my college flirt and denial was less convincing. My bully and my flirt approached me They each softly cupped a breast and bent to the nipple. Their mouths hit my nipples at the same time. My pussy quivered as the heat from their lips and tongues hit me all at once. The contrast in sucking styles added to my conflicted reaction to being publicly sucked on. My bully had no grace or skill as his slimy sticky tongue wildly circled my nipple tip. My flirt was softly rolling his tongue under my nip. The sharp edge of his teeth sending spasms of pleasured pain through my chest.

The cameras caught me drug to a massive orgasm from having my tits sucked in front of my whole school. My knees gave out and I collapsed to the sand as my female teammates were unable to hold me up anymore.

I mistakenly thought that would be the end of it. I was on my hands and knees, shocked that I had been pulled to orgasm in front of all these people. The first time I had ever had an orgasm with anyone but my boyfriend and hundreds of people had watched. I was aware of my hanging tits and how hard my nipples were after orgasm. I found my self lifted by my arms again. My flirt had me from behind. I was too week to struggle as my arms were again lifted above my head. My nipples were rock hard from the orgasm and exposure.

Then I heard the crowd start a new chant that chilled me to the bones. All these guys that I had grown up with were chanting for my pussy. I shook my head as my bully looked me in the eye while he thought it over.

I looked in horror as two of the cameramen kneeled down to get an up-close look of my bikini covered ass and pussy. I tried to move my pelvis away from the cameras and instead backed my ass into my flirts giant erection I jerked my hips forward in shock at his size and my bully's mind was made up.

He looked me in the eye as kneeled between the camera's no longer concerned about blocking the audience's view. I watched as his eyes broke contact with mine knowing the next time he looked me in the eye it would be as a man who had seen my naked pussy.

With his face inches from my vagina, he took a deep sniff. He commented on how he could smell how wet I was. I shook my head in denial as one of the cameramen zoomed in on my face. I don't think he bought my denial.

I felt my bully's tiny hand squeeze into my ass cheeks before rudely spanking me for the camera. I had never been spanked like that and it sent a spasm of pleasure to my just orgasmed pussy.

Then I felt his thumbs hook the edges of my bikini. I saw in the reflection of the camera lens in my face my eyes go wide with shock. A hush fell over the crowd. That was surging from the stands to see my soon to be revealed pussy.

My bully slowly pulled my bottoms down my hip. I just saw the top of his head as the material crept down my pelvis. The audience behind us was jostling for position and cameras flashed behind me. I felt the air on my bare ass as my nakedness came into view

My pussy was on fire as the spandex slid over my mound. I heard the crowd gasp in shock as my clit and pussy lips were shown.

My bully commented on how wet I was and I slammed my knees shut in embarrassment my bully looked back into my eyes as the crowd cheered my complete humiliation. My bully's hand went to the crack of my ass and I stepped back to avoid his touch. With my legs parted he took the opportunity to yank my bottoms all the way to my ankles. More than anything in the world at that moment I wanted my bully to stick his tongue on my boiling clit. I realized he was probably not very good at going down but I needed satisfaction.

My flirt released my arms and I fell on all fours with cameras all around me filming me. The crowd broke out in a chant of my bully's name as I covered myself. I thought to myself I deserved this for the way I had treated my guy.

I hope you enjoyed my version of events and if we can't be together tonight at least I can give you pleasure by telling my story.

Love Wanda Duran

P.S. I love you.