Beach Girl

Melissa knew her father would “kill” her for what was about to happen, but she couldn’t help it. There was a dance party at one of those places on the Cape May Boardwalk and she met this guy, a really impressive guy that had taken a liking to her almost right off. They danced and she gave him an erection so big and so fast he almost ripped through his jeans in a single burst, and yes there was ripping involved.

His name was Thomas and was a 6’4” man in his twenties with long blonde hair and a goatee, he had several tattoos, one of which was a batman symbol on his right arm, she was around 9 inches shorter and too had long blonde hair and somewhat small but satisfying breasts, she was 18.

Her father told her to wait for the right man, but how was she to know that Thomas wasn’t the right man unless she let him have his fun with her. So, all night she let him treat her, even brought her some O’Doul’s a few times.

Now that she felt ready, Melissa led Thomas to a spot on the beach where a blanket was spread out, and she let Thomas remove her top, which revealed her ample, grapefruit sized breasts that were all plump and firm.

“Let what happens happen,” Thomas told her as he pulled her cutoffs then her panties down, revealing her soft slightly bushy yet shaved to a pattern vagina hair. “Any restrictions?”

“Do you have any condoms?”

“I should have picked some up at the dance hall,” Thomas sighed, “if you want I can go back to get one.”

“No need to,” Melissa sighed, “just be careful.”

“Now is that careful to keep it in or careful to pull it out?”

“Let…” Melissa sighed, she was going to regret this, “…let what happens happen.”

“OK,” Thomas pulled his jeans down, his erection pointed in Melissa’s direction.

Melissa looked at the erection, pretty much this was the first time she’s seen a man’s dick, her fingers danced around it, there was a part of her that wanted to touch it, but the part that told her that her father would “kill” her was a little apprehensive. She took the initiative and took the hard dick in her hand and felt it, even though it was as hard as a rock, there was a softness to it.

By this time, Thomas was sitting back on the blanket, letting the girl play with his dick, and he even guided her on the proper way to rub it with her hand. “You’re doing good.”

“I want to feel this inside me,” Melissa said as the dick stood straight up like a 12-inch soldier.

Thomas positioned Melissa so his dick was pointing up at her. “Just squat down, and let the dick slide in.”

“Hurts like a mother fucker!” Melissa screamed as she let the dick go inside her

“Wanna stop??” Thomas wanted to give her the option.

“Hell no,” Melissa sighed, “kind of like it. Besides, kind of horny.”

“Good girl,” Thomas smiled, the shaft slid all the way in, “now move up and down on the dick.”

“OK,” Melissa began to slide up and down, as she proceeded, she found it to be easier, then found herself picking up momentum, which created pressures of its own, “Oh God, Oh GOD! Oh, my fucking GOD!!!”

Kara Brolin was on patrol, and had heard sounds coming from the beach, she stopped where she saw the two going at it, and even watched as the girl’s breasts bobbed up and down with a hunger all her own.

“Oh--,” Melissa looked up and saw the woman in the police uniform, “fucking--!”

“Yeah,” Brolin shrugged, “that’s pretty much what you are doing.”

“It’s OK,” Thomas said with a sigh, any other cop and he would have been in panic mode, but he knew Brolin and her allowances towards certain activities, “Don’t let the sheriff’s uniform distract you, Brolin is one of us.”

“OH,”

“Want us to stop?” Thomas said almost mockingly, as Melissa continued to pick up momentum. “Because I don’t think she can.”

“Just making sure,” Brolin said, “it’s all so…you know, she’s in control.”

“More or less,” Thomas looked at Brolin, he loved her, he loved her to no end, but on the other hand, she knew that Melissa wasn’t riding him right, which was something he would rectify in a moment. But sometimes it seems as if Sheriff Brolin says things because she has to because she was a cop. Melissa continued to pound herself with his dick. “GO AWAY!”

“OK, have fun, just remember other people can come down here and see what--.”

“GO!” Thomas growled. He hated watchers, and he hated lurkers, and Kara was bordering real fast on the second, as she already succeeded in the first.

“OK,” Kara said as she walked away from the two.

* * *

Arnie Spencer waited for Kara in his squad car, it was a few weeks ago that he had felt the need to come to her rescue to her love interest, a surfer girl. She put him in his place, and thought that was the end of it, but even though she now had a wife she loved and supported, Arnie still followed her around like he was a lost puppy-dog wanting to hump her leg. “Uh, what’s going on down there?”

“Nothing that concerns you,” Kara said, “just two people that seriously need to be left alone.”

“I see,” Arnie said as he began to stretch out his neck, “somebody doing something they’re not supposed to, huh?”

“Arnie, let it go.”

“OFFICER!” a man cried out. “Have you seen my daughter?”

“More likely than not,” Kara pointed to the area where the dance was, “probably up with the other kids.”

“Who is down on the beach?” The man said.

“How would I know?”

“It’s my daughter isn’t it?”

“Daddy,” a girl of around 18 called out as she skipped playfully from the crowd of kid, “here I am.”

“Let’s go Arnie,” Kara turned to the lost puppy, but he was nowhere to be found.

* * *

“New position,” Thomas suggested, as he placed Melissa on her back, wrap your legs around me. As Melissa quickly did, Thomas used the second of rest to his advantage, after all he didn’t want to come too prematurely either. “Ready?”

Melissa was buzzing to have the dick back inside her, she watched as it slid in and out much quicker than how she was doing it, soon he was moving like a car piston, in and out, in and out with power and momentum. And the way their groins slapped together was an intoxicating sound. It hurt enough to make her cry like a baby, yet she was having a good old time.

Thomas’ dick burned with energy, he was ready to cum, and he found the sweet spot as the pressure built up. He held himself in place as he let himself cum inside Melissa.

Melissa couldn’t help but looking up. She was surprised at suddenly being wet, yet she wasn’t, she instinctively pushed Thomas onto his back as she put her mouth over his dripping dick, feeling just the tip of his dick in her mouth.

“Get real,” Thomas pressed his dick deep into Melissa’s mouth and down her throat

Melissa gasped for air as she found the dick going down, but she didn’t panic, she felt fluid in the back of her mouth. It was a taste she thought would be bad, but it was a sweet taste, like her father’s packs of equal sweetener. She let out a gentle, “MMMM!”

By this time, Melissa was beginning to drip her fluids, and Thomas placed his mouth over the dripping fluids, as it tasted sweet, almost like a peach.

When they were done, they both lay back on the blanket and drifted off to sleep in one another’s arms.

* * *

They were not alone, a figure lurked only a few feet away, and they spoke out loud in an almost monstrous voice. “You…fucking…whore!”

Melissa looked up to see the figure lurking over her. She let out a cry of “NO!” as a hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed.

Thomas heard the scream, grabbed his tac-knife, and stood up with a “HEY!” and the figure ran off, he looked down to see Melissa with her throat half crushed. “Oh God!”

Thomas ran up to the boardwalk screaming and got Brolin’s attention first. “Help!”

“Hey,” Brolin cried out, “clothes.”

“Who cares,” Thomas yelped, he realized that he was naked, “that guy just tried to kill the girl that I was with.”

Brolin looked down the beach as she saw her young wife playing around with a boomerang she had picked up. “BUFFY! Cut him off!”

Buffy saw the man that Kara was chasing, with Jason and his wife having their own little love fest on the beach. “Jason, go that way!”

“Hello, naked!” Jason warned, he was still fucking his wife Mary for the third time in a week.

“So?” Buffy watched as Jason approached her, she looked at the cum that was dripping from his dick. Even though she was gay as far as anal sex went, she still liked the taste of dick in her mouth. “Oh, yum!”

“Uh--,” Jason looked at the man that was being chased, he could talk about the possibility of getting a blowjob from her later on, “right.”

Buffy noticed the guy trying to cut his way to the boardwalk, she lashed out her boomerang and it cracked on the guy’s back.

Mary could see what was going on, she threw Jason his shorts who stepped into them in under a second, then he grabbed the guy.

“What did I do wrong?” The man cried out. “I did nothing of interest to you!”

“I’m interested in seeing what you did,” by this time the local paramedics were attending to Melissa, who was conscious and crying, with his buddy Thomas nearby, “I’m very interested in what you did!”

“NO!” The man cried out. “She’s a fucking whore!”

Jason grabbed the guy by the pants, and pulled them up around his balls, wishing the pressure would crush them, but he only pressed them in just enough to cause slight discomfort. “Who is a fucking whore?”

“That…” The man cried out as he was pulled into view of the girl, “…bitch!”

“Daddy,” Melissa cried, “why?”

“Daddy?” Jason hit the man. “She is your DAUGHTER?”

“Why did you try to strangle me?”

“I--. I didn’t?”

Thomas saw the handprint still fresh on Melissa’s neck, he held ‘daddy’s’ hand so he couldn’t resist. The prints matched up perfectly. “Sure,”

“You do NOT hit, strangle, or touch a girl in any way she doesn’t want.” Jason gave Melissa’s father a punch with each word he said.

“OH, so it’s OK for you to stick your dick inside her,”

“I wanted him to!” Melissa yelled out.

“YOU ARE A LIAR!” Melissa’s father slapped at her with a hardened hand.

All at once Thomas, Jason and even Buffy began to take their turns beating him, while Brolin watched some night birds in the sky. Then she had enough. “OK,” Brolin said, “I want this guy to live to trial.”

“But assaulting his own daughter?” Buffy said with disgust, as she snuck in a punch to the groin. “That don’t sit right with me.”

“We’ll talk about this when we get home,” Brolin told Buffy as she pulled her wife away, “I don’t want to have anything happening to him right now, this time I won’t be able to dispose of the body.”

“Dispose…?” The father yelped. “Body?”

“Oh yeah,” Brolin looked Melissa’s father in the eye, as she moved her foot around in the sand, “some of this sand ain’t sand!”

“You’re fucking crazy!” Melissa’s father cried out as he found himself being handcuffed.

“No, I’m one of them!” Kara wrapped her arm around Jason, “Pseudo brother,” moved her hand to Buffy, “wife,” then to Melissa, “now kid sister.”

“SHE IS NOT YOUR KID SISTER!!!” Melissa’s father cried out.

By this time, Melissa was on the stretcher and ready to go onto the ambulance, “you’re certainly not my father.”

“I am!”

“Not any more!”

Jason looked Melissa’s father in the eye, “what the hell kind of a father tries to strangle his own daughter?”

“I WAS TRYING TO PROTECT HER,” Melissa’s father yelped, as Thomas began to whistle out the Psycho theme.

What the so-called father said didn’t even make a bit of sense, not to anybody there

“Right,” Kara turned Melissa’s neck so that everybody could see her father’s handprint on her neck, “OK. Sure. Uh-huh. Whatever.”

* * *

It was a few short hours` later, “father” was booked and was going to be staying slightly longer than a 2-minute stay at county lock-up, and he was going to stand trial for what he did. Melissa agreed to press charges, and to alienate herself from the family, but refused to go to the hospital. Thomas was allowed to take her home, as his interest in her was more than just a roll in the sand.

But now it was Kara and Buffy who sat back in their little one room house in the northwestern corner of Cape May over by the marina, even though they were in clothing optional mode, Kara walked around in a long shirt and slight shorts. Buffy wore her black bra and panties.

“Babe,” Buffy reached her hand out to Kara, “you’re not mad at me about before?”

“You mean you beating up on daddy dearest?”

“Yes,” Buffy prodded Kara to come in closer.

“Not really,” Kara sighed, “I just needed to say something at the time.”

“I see,” Buffy frowned, “so how come we’re not playing?”

“I kind of figured you wanted to take a break?”

“A break?” Buffy pulled her bra off, revealing her warm and inviting breasts. “You’ll know when I want to take a break!”

“OH,” Kara traced her fingers on Buffy’s breasts, they looked so soft and delicious. She placed her mouth on her breasts.

“Besides,” Buffy smiled, she pulled out a strap-on dildo, it was the size and shape of a 12-inch penis. “I’m dying to try this thing out!”

“OH,” Kara gulped, and let out a sheepish “fuck me!”

“OK!” Buffy strapped the dildo on and straddled herself over Kara. “My pleasure.”

“I mean--.” Kara cried as the dildo was shoved inside her with a force, then back out and in again. It wasn’t what she wanted, but it felt good, and she was OK with it. “Oh God. OH GOD!”

* * *

Melissa had no idea what was going on. To be truthful, she actually did. This wasn’t the first time her father tried to “protect her” from a potential lover, and knew he wanted to “keep her pure” for some over the hills friend of the father, you know, the kind that shouldn’t be into girls who just turned 18. But this was the first time he did anything in public.

She was already looking for a reason to separate herself from her father, who was her only true family, she had no siblings and her mother died under very mysterious circumstances around two years ago, almost around the time he began to obsessively watch over her. It was also around the time he befriended one Daniel Tripp, a widowed man in his 60’s who was looking for a younger wife. It was a name she volunteered to Officer Brolin, who she suspected was different from your typical police officer.

Melissa was in a house on the north-east side of Cape May, and somehow she wondered if this little visit to this seaside town would turn into something longer. She looked at the man who was with him, the man she had sex on the beach with, and even though she had known him for a total of six hours, she felt she could trust him, at least more than she trusted her father

Melissa looked around the room she was in, it was the bedroom and she looked up at Thomas with a raspy “hi”.

“Hey,” Thomas said, “how do you feel?”

“Neck hurts,” Melissa said hoarsely, “but otherwise OK.”

“That’s good.”

“Hey, how did they let you get ahold of me? Usually, they allow only family members that privilege, although it’s not strictly enforced.”

“Officer Brolin had something to do with it,”

“Who?” Melissa asked.

“She’s the one who watched us having sex.”

“Oh, her a bit--.”

Thomas cut Melissa off. “Maybe she shouldn’t have watched, but she is a good person. She kind of watches over certain people in the community.”

“Well, of course!” Melissa mocked, “she is a cop.”

“That’s not what I mean. Being a part of the LGBT community herself, she kind of watches over certain people types.”

“Meaning you’re gay,” Melissa bit her lip.

“No,” Thomas said definitively, “but I have found a balance between my masculine and feminine side.”

“Oh,” Melissa said, not even sure of what he meant.

“I’m a man,” Thomas said, “all my main interest is in women.”

“Ok,”

“But I have a certain support of lesbians like Brolin and Buffy.”

“Buffy, she was the dirty blonde with the boomerang, right?”

“Yes, she is Kara Brolin’s wife,” Thomas sighed, “so what is your sexual preference.”

“To tell you the truth,” Melissa let out a sigh, “I have no clue. I like the feel of dick, that’s for sure, although that Buffy chick wasn’t too bad looking either.”

Thomas let out a laugh. “You’ll have plenty of room to explore that. While I want to keep you around, I want you to explore who you are too.”

“Keep me around?” Melissa looked at Thomas, she had long ago forgotten about the soreness on her neck, that while it irritated her to talk, she could in fact talk. “As in how?”

“I’m not thinking that far ahead, but what family do you have to go back to?”

“Shi-it,” Melissa stressed out, “nobody.”

“Well, you’re not living alone,”

“Wanna get married?”

“Like I said, not thinking that far ahead,” Thomas said, “but you can live with me as long as you want. If you want to explore your sexuality, until you decide what you want, go ahead.”

“Wow,” Melissa stressed, as she found herself stressed, but not in a bad way, “you really mean that?”

“I do,” Thomas said, “so if I walk in one day and find you in bed with Kara or Buffy, I won’t take it the wrong way.”

“Aren’t they married?” Melissa asked.

“Like Kara being a Sheriff, it’s by name only.”

“I see,”

“And they are very open to giving one another freedom.”

“So, what are you guys, like a community or something?”

“Just about,” Thomas decided to give Melissa the grand tour of the neighborhood, so he prodded her to get out of bed, “let me show you around.”

Melissa realized she had no clothes, which were all at the place her father was making her stay. “I need to get dressed, though?”

“Fair enough,” Clark pulled out an old flannel shirt and a pair of shorts that were three sizes too big on her. “That’ll work for now.”

“OK,” Melissa put the clothes on.

“Well, we are in what is called a quarter house, which we share with other people, one of which is Kara who lives on the right side, behind us is Jason, a guy who works at one of the restaurants, and is married to literally the most beautiful woman in Cape May, but he spends most of his time at her beach house. You’ll get to meet them. Down towards the lighthouse, is a Nubian Psychiatrist and her 20 something wife Lara who just got out of a year’s sentence in Friend’s Hospital for killing her brother.”

“Why?”

“He raped her.”

“Ouch,”

“And this Officer Brolin--.”

“She prefers to be called Kara, except in the most extreme situations.”

“And this Kara, is sort of an overseer of all of this?”

“That’s one way of looking at it,” Thomas said, “and you know I was just thinking about something, Lara could use a good friend, she’s just learning to trust other people, so don’t be too touchy feely with her.”

“OK,” Melissa said, as she found herself on the porch to the place next door, where Thomas was knocking on the door.

“You two indecent?” Thomas said hopefully.

The door opened and Buffy stood there, in the buff. “I have a new neighbor I want you two to meet,”

“Hey,” Kara fixed her Supergirl shirt over her chest, “bout time we officially met.”

“Listen,” Melissa had a feeling that she was interrupting them in the middle of something, “If I’m interrupting something…”

“No,” Buffy wiped a little white spot from her mouth with her tongue, “we’re done.”

“In fact,” Kara said enthusiastically, “we were just about to…order…Chinese.”

“That’s right,” Buffy was glad she kept a menu for the Chinese restaurant handy, so she was able to quickly pick it up, “can’t get enough of Gen. Tso, and a good old 6-inch roll in my mouth!”

“Uh--.” Melissa winced, hoping this wasn’t too much open sexuality for the first time out. “Okay!”

“Oh shit--,” Buffy winced, “I didn’t realize what I said.”

“Sure,” Thomas looked at the menu, “whose paying?”

“Oh brother,” Kara said.

“We can go Dutch,” Melissa suggested, “trouble is all of my money is with my clothes, and all of my clothes are at the Lamer motel on Beach Ave.”

“Lamer?” Kara had to ask. “Oh, you mean the La Mer.”

“Trust me, it’s NOT one of the lamer motels in Cape May, there’s a bad one on the South end thou,” Buffy said, “trust me, I know. I spent enough time there.”

“Learn something new about you every day,” Kara mumbled.

“What? Wait. No! That’s not what I meant!” Buffy sputtered out. “I meant…you know, when I was…uh…on my own.”

“Hmm,” Thomas hummed, as he looked at Kara, wondering how much of this was Buffy’s poorly timed joke, and how much she actually knew about the motel, for it was known by some for their $10.00 an hour rooms. “Hmm.”

“Oh…”

Thomas smiled then got a nudge from Kara. “SO…, we’ll place our orders, I’ll pay for mine and Buffy’s.”

“And I’ll pay for mine and Melissa’s.”

“And after we order,” Buffy looked at Melissa, “I can see what clothes I can lend you until you can get your clothes from the Motel.”

“OK,” Melissa said, as Buffy looked her up and down.

“You’re the same size as me anyway,” Buffy pulled Melissa’s flannel shirt open and looked at her somewhat smaller breasts and swallowed, “almost.”

“HEY!”

“Come on, Buffy,” Thomas groaned, “she’s new to all of this.”

“OH,” Buffy winced, “sorry.”

“Actually, don’t mind,” Melissa looked at Buffy’s ample breasts almost with a hunger, “kinda like…I… think.”

“Give her time,” Thomas winked to Kara, “in a week, she’ll be one of us.”

“A week?” Kara teased.

“And you don’t mind your wife having her fun with the new girl?”

“Listen,” Kara said, “as you well know, it’s all Que Sera Sera. As long as Buffy comes back to me in the end. Besides, I think she’s been itching for someone the same age to play with. Question is, do you mind?”

“She’s not even completely my girlfriend yet, just someone I had sex with.”

“I think she means more to you than you realize,”

Thomas wondered what was going on in the bedroom, he began to bite his nails, “what makes you think that.”

“Oh,” Kara muttered, “listen, we’re all family, you know that. And I know you care for her, you took her in, at least call her your girlfriend. You need one, Oh I know you need one, how I know you need one.”

“You don’t hear me when I’m over there jerking off…do you?”

“When you’re over there watching that Adult Anime, yeah!” Kara teased. “I HEAR!!”

“Oh,”

“It’s OK,” Kara looked up to see Buffy leading Melissa out of the room.

“…and whenever you are ready,” Buffy smiled as she looked down as her breasts.

“Really?”

“Yes,”

“Cool,” Melissa cooed, was this the kind of stuff that her father was trying to protect her from, something she actually wanted to be a part of? “And my father wanted me to be pure for some 60-year-old.”

“About that,” Kara sat on the couch and went into a serious moment, “you are going to have to come down to the police station tomorrow and formally press charges against them. Not just agree to.”

“Will you be there to help?”

“Listen,” Kara said, “you’re my pseudo-sister now, just like the real thing. I’ll be there for you, walk you through the process, make sure you cross your I’s and dot your T’s.”

“Uh--,” Melissa spurted out before she realized it was a joke, and she tried to cover it up with an “OK.”

“Seriously, your father shouldn’t have done that, no matter what his reasons,” Kara touched at the bruising on Melissa’s neck, “that will go away, but some of the other bullshit won’t. You have a very special friend in Thomas. He needs someone like you, and I know you like him.”

“Yes,”

“I’m not asking you to marry him,” Kara said, “that is your choice to make, but when you are ready, I am qualified to make it so.”

* * *

Three days later, “daddy dearest” stood inside the small cell where there was a television screen with three judges speaking with him, they essentially sent him straight to prison, while bail was set, it was automatically denied. He was given 20 years. It was only a few hours later that Sheriff Brolin hand delivered “daddy” to the prison, and a few hours after that that he was being escorted to a cell that was going to be his home for the next 20 years.

“Hey,” the 7’0” hulk of a man grunted out, “and don’t lie. Some of us got a head’s up about you. What are you in here for?”

“Petty larceny,”

“Liar, if it were that, they put you in the wrong section.”

“I was put in here for trying to protect my daughter!”

“Yeah,” the Hulk said, “I was told you would try to say that. But you don’t try to strangle the life out of her in the name of protecting her. I hear you got a buddy too. Saving an 18-year-old girl for a 60 year old piece of garbage.”

“Don’t hurt me!”

“Psaw,” the Hulk said, “I’m not going to hurt you. Besides, we’re going to be cellmates.”

“Cellmates?”

“Yep, and I think we’re going to be real good friends,” the Hulk took “Daddy Dearest’s” hand and pulled him towards the cell, “hey guys, guess what I found!”

“It’s about time you found yourself a fuck partner!” Someone cried out.

“Congratulations,”

“Hey, let’s do this right,” Hulk said, “GUARD!”

“What is it?”

“Me and the new guy are going to be married.”

“WHAT?” Daddy Dearest cried out. “NO!”

A guard came up to them and began to speak with them. “Do you Karma take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband to love and to fuck…yadda, yadda, yadda.”

“I do,” Karma said with a smile.

“Do you…of course you do.”

“No!” Daddy dearest cried out.

“So, you’re married, go on and fuck him any time you want!” The guard cried out.

It was then that Karma took Daddy Dearest into his arms and went towards the cell they would be sharing for the next 20 years. His buddy Tripp was in the cell next to him, where he too had a hulking mass shoving his 15-inch dick up his ass for the next 20 years.