Feels Like A Beesting But Ch 02

There's a lot of bees about these days, aren't there?

I was at this secluded beach, in my bikini, when I last got stung. I didn't see a bee, I didn't hear buzzing, but I felt the prick on my hip, and when I looked I saw what looked sort of like a typical bee sting. Sort of. Like it was red, and seemed to be glowing and pulsing -- but apart from that...

I say secluded beach, but there was this guy there. We'd been minding our own business up to then, keeping ourselves to ourselves. But just now he was wandering over to say hello.

"Hello beautiful," he said. "Fine weather we're having."

I smiled at the compliment, and agreed. Then I stopped smiling, because I started having a strong feeling of arousal... down there. And everywhere else, frankly.

At first he didn't notice anything -- well, why would he? But the feeling was making me... writhe, ever so slightly, and I was looking for somewhere to sit, because it seemed a real possibility that my legs would give way.

And he was right there, and maybe sort of taking an interest in me, so it wasn't long before he did maybe notice. "Are you right?" he said.

I don't want you to think I'm stupid or anything, but perhaps I do have a habit of oversharing. I wasn't interested in him, he was fortyish with a bit of a gut and no physique to speak of. I'm 24. But as I say, I do this oversharing thing sometimes.

"It's just that I'm suddenly feeling... incredibly horny... for some reason," I replied.

"Is that so?" he said, typical useless clueless man that he was.

"Indeed it is!" What a stupid thing to say! But this was probably worse. "My... you know... pussy is wet and sort of buzzing, and my nipples are tingling too!"

Oversharing, right? I hope he doesn't try to take advantage of me, thought I, presciently.

This was when he made his first helpful suggestion. "You can put your arm around my neck if you need support." And I did need support, so I took his advice.

On the downside, this meant my hard nipple was rubbing against his bare man boob. And it was only then I noticed the tent in his bright red trunks -- because his pole was nuzzling into my tummy!

So I certainly wasn't getting any less aroused. I needed to get away from him, to get back to the car. And get myself off!

"How do you feel now?" he said. "What else can I do to help?" And then he innocently slipped his arm around my bare waist, and pulled me closer. Both my nips were now rubbing against him, and his bone slid down past my needy pussy lips.

It was no good. I was going to cum long before I could get to the car. So what to do?

I still didn't fancy him, after all. But the seconds to my explosion were ticking away, so I needed a plan.

More oversharing is all I came up with.

"I'm gonna... cum," I said. "I'm only... seconds away."

"Oh no!" he replied. "How embarrassing for you!" Was he taking the piss?

"Does this help?"

And with surgical precision I wasn't prepared for, he slid a middle finger down inside my panties and straight to my clit.

"NO! OH! AAIIII! FUCK! AAAAAHHHH!" I screamed. That was me cumming. It can be pretty impressive, and this one was no exception. By now his other hand was under my bikini top massaging my breast. He leaned in to kiss my mouth. I was powerless to resist.

Because now the bad news. I was still horny!

There was no need to overshare. It was obvious. I tried to pull away. It should've been easy since he had no arms round me. But what he was doing... felt good. I mustered some resolve, and got free. But I couldn't run. One of us -- I don't even know which -- had dropped my panties to round my ankles. It was hopeless!

From behind me, he deftly dropped his head between my thighs. His voice was so calm, it was chilling, as he said "I know what you need!" and his tongue started to slide up the length of my pussy slit.

I still had some fight left. I needed to get free of my panties and make my escape. I got them off! But by then his tongue was working on my clit. It felt. So. Good. Next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on the sand, with my legs up on his shoulders as he pleasured me.

Then suddenly he stopped, and extricated himself. There was an insufferable smirk on his face -- he was clearly taking pleasure from frustrating me.

In the same chillingly calm voice as before, he said, "This is what you need!" And his naked six-inch pole was suddenly poking my face.

And how did he know -- it WAS what I needed! I took his head into my mouth, and grabbed his hips to bring more of his shaft within reach. My pussy started dribbling and tingling as if it was experiencing what my mouth was. Sucking cock does not usually turn me on so much. Mmmmm... mmmmnh... nnggghh!" I started saying, which in cocksucker language means, I'm gonna cum again soon.

Again he frustrated me by pulling back. And I remembered: I still didn't fancy him. I should get out of here, now. It's my decision who I fuck.

I got to my feet, watching him the whole time, ready to evade his further advances. But he only raised one index finger, and said, chillingly, calmly: "Cum NOW!"

And I did. I had NO choice. "NO! OH! WOW!!! YES!!! FUCK! AAAHHHH!! AAAIIIIEE!! AAAAIIIEE!!"

And still I was not sated. My pussy was achingly close to another climax.

He seemed to know. "Tell me about your CUNT." he said.

"My cunt! Oh my cunt! My cunt!" I whimpered helplessly on the cusp. There were no words to describe the longing that my cunt, my cunt was experiencing.

Cunt. MY cunt. It felt like my entire mind and body were filled with that word and its implications. And its tortuous proximity to ecstasy.

"You know what you need," he said. And then I did. I went to kneel straddling his lap, and took every inch of him up inside me. It's HIS decision who I fuck. Him and the beesting. My cunt venerated his cock moistly, desperately. I was his temple whore, and he was my altar. There were no words to describe the pleasure, the service, the satiation.

Of course, I came again, unbidden. "AAAIIIIEEE!! AAAIIIEE!!! AAAAAHHHH!!! YES!!! AAAIIIEEEEE!!!" And of course, he came inside me: "URGGHHH! UURRGGHHH!! URRGHH! UURRRGHH! OHH YESSSSS!!"

I made my way back to the car naked. I think he took my cossie as some kind of ritual trophy.

You probably think I'm a dumb bimbo who got taken advantage of.

I don't see it that way. And my cunt doesn't either.