Summer’s wind-down urged me to go to the beach, with the hopes of finding ass to tap. Preferably round, tanned, plump ass. That was my goal, but my desperation lowered my standards significantly, so I would accept pretty much anything with a pussy.
I got to the beach, amped to get my hands on a nice piece of ass, but my heartbeat gained momentum at the thought of approaching a hottie. Several weeks had passed since I hit on anyone, so I thought that I was rusty at flirting. Actually, I was never good at it.
Almost every girl that I slept with was either drunk or seeking revenge sex on her cheating boyfriend. Technically speaking, I was never the first choice. Most of the time, I was the only choice around. But, at least, I got my stick polished occasionally. That’s all that mattered.
Winters in Europe were harsh and long, so I knew that this was my last weekend to get sex before everyone retreated indoors.
To my right, a tanned woman in a yellow bikini stepped out of the water. She was hot, and I became aroused by fantasising about licking the drips off her body. She sat down on the towel, which was right next to the water. She was surrounded by guys, and I was intimidated to approach.
I carried on walking because I was a scared, little bitch.
I spotted a blonde in a black bikini. My eyes rolled over her flat stomach and then drifted down to her muscular legs. Woah. She was built like a fitness model.
A guy on roller skates spotted her and then led his dogs to the water, right in front of her. I grunted. Damn him. Why did he have to roll by now? Roller skates? Seriously, how old is he? He was balding and covered in body hair, rolling around in pink skates. What a doofus.
I sat on a bench and watched them interact from about twenty metres away. The doofus glanced at me several times, and I looked away.
After several minutes of talking to her, he finally greeted her and rolled away. Thank God.
Now’s my turn. It’s now or never, Tommy. Go get that ass. It’s waiting just for you.
“Hey, I noticed that you’re reading. I’m quite curious what people read these days,” I said.
“It’s a romance novel.”
I chuckled. “Figures. Women love that stuff.”
“She’s emotionally unavailable, and he’s heavily invested in her.”
“It’s usually the other way around in real life, but it makes sense that it’s a fictional story.”
She stared at me, slightly frowning. Oh, God. I shouldn’t have said that. She’s probably one of those sensitive types—gets offended by a joke. Usually, I wouldn’t bother with such types, but I was eager to bang, and she was hot.
I asked a few more questions, which she answered. I feel that she was polite but not interested. There was no point in persisting, so I said, “You probably want to carry on reading that book?”
She nodded, and I wished her a pleasant day.
I was disappointed that she rejected me, but I was proud of myself for approaching her. It definitely settled my anxiety.
I walked around for fifteen minutes and struggled to spot an attractive woman by herself. A few sexy women were with men, and some were surrounded by people. I hated it when others eavesdropped on my conversations, so I preferred privacy when chatting up a lass.
I passed by the nudist section. Vines hanging over the fence prevented me from having a clear view and permitted me only a quick peek as I walked past.
I noticed quite a big number of men and only a few women.
I carried on walking past the fence, feeling the urge to get a better look. Near a tree, the fence caved in, and I stood on my toes.
Oh, my God. A woman in her late forties stood up, her tight ass facing me. My dick got hard. Her petite stature wouldn’t usually have gotten me aroused, but that day was different. I was horny as hell. Beggars can’t be choosers.
I stopped walking and wondered about the best way to approach her. Is walking up to her acceptable, considering that she’s naked? Maybe she’s naked because she wants dick, and that’s her way of attracting it.
I gotta find out what is her deal.
My heart bashed against my chest, and I felt a lump develop in my throat. My mouth dried up, so I licked my lips and grunted. I want to turn back, but my dick led me towards her. My urge to bang her was more powerful than my fear.
“Hi,” I said, smiling awkwardly.
She turned around and smiled. “Hi.”
Okay, she’s friendly. That’s a good sign. “What you up to?”
I cringed on the inside, feeling that was one of the stupidest questions I could’ve asked.
“Just enjoying the sun. You?”
“Same.” I extended my arm and said, “I’m Tommy.”
“Tarryn. Nice to meet you, Tommy.”
I maintained eye contact, but I badly wanted to lower my gaze to her body. Although I looked into her eyes, I saw her small breasts. I wanted to drop to my knees, hold up her leg and lick her pussy.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” I said.
“Yeah, I come here often.”
“Really?” She nodded. “It’s my first time entering this section.”
“Is that why you’re still dressed? A bit shy to take your clothes off?” she asked, smiling.
“Something like that.”
She lay prone on her towel, looking at me. “You’re welcome to sit next to me if you want.”
Hell yeah. “Sure.”
Most of Tarryn’s body glistened from the suntan lotion, but I noticed a dry spot on her back. She handed me the lotion and asked me to apply it.
I started with her shoulders and then slid my hands down to her back, eventually brushing her ass. I tested her to see how comfortable she was with my touch and the extent to which I could push it.
She opened her legs and rested her head on her crossed arms. I saw her pussy, and I slid my hands to her thighs. She clenched her thigh muscles, probably to appear sexier. My dick got harder as my eyes focused on her pussy while I stroked her legs. I so badly wanted to stick my dick into her pussy right there, not giving a damn about who would gawk at us.
At the very least, I wanted to finger her. She seemed like she was open-minded and would be up for it if I did it discreetly. I wondered if I should slide my fingers over her pussy to see her reaction. She could freak out or get turned on. I hoped for the latter.
With my left hand on her leg, I reached for her towel with the other hand and covered her ass with it. My hand slid under the towel, and I rubbed her pussy. She didn’t flinch, which indicated to me that she accepted my advance.
While scanning the perimeter, I slowly fingered her, trying to be inconspicuous. She murmured, and I smiled. I got the inclination that she wouldn’t mind me lying on top of her and sticking my dick inside her, but I didn’t have the guts to do that. After all, public indecency is a crime.
“Why don’t we go to my place?” I asked.
“You want to?”
“Yes.”
Tarryn flipped over and sat up. She put the towel and water bottle into her bag before slipping on a dress.
She smiled and said, “Let’s go.”
I stood up and offered my hand. She grabbed it, and I pulled her up. We held hands while walking, and my mind was bombarded with thoughts of the different positions I wanted her in. Just thinking about it made me harder.
We passed an ice-cream stand, and I offered to buy her an ice cream. She chose a chocolate one and offered me a lick because I didn’t buy myself one. My tongue swiped over the tip of the ice cream, and she smiled at me. I cupped her face and kissed her. She shoved most of her tongue in my mouth, and I liked it because it was kinky.
We pulled back, our faces mere centimetres apart as we smiled. Her glistening eyes and cheeky smile revealed her desire for a hard pounding. At least, that’s how I interpreted them, and I didn’t think I was wrong.
At my car, I opened the passenger door and assisted Tarryn to get in. She thanked me for the chivalry, and I looked at her legs as her dress slid up her leg while she tucked her legs inside.
I started the car and recalled that she wasn’t wearing panties. I got the urge to finger her, but I resisted it because I was in a rush to get home and bang her.
At my place, I offered her a drink. She said that she was not thirsty. Standing in the lounge, Tarryn smiled at me. I felt that she was in the mood for a hard bang and wanted me to initiate it.
I grabbed her waist and raised her. She leapt up and wrapped her legs around me, her smile broad.
I moved her to the couch and fell on top of her. She screeched, and I ravaged her neck, then slipped the strap off her shoulder, revealing her right breast. I sucked her nipple, and she raked her fingers through my hair.
I stood up and pulled off my shirt, then raised her skirt to her abdomen. She opened her legs, revealing her tight pussy. I pulled down my pants and then my jocks. My dick sprang out, and I tapped the tip on her pussy before sliding it inside of her.
Tarryn closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head on the couch. Slightly crouching in front of the couch, I grabbed her waist and thrust. She groaned as I increased the pace.
I love that her pussy was wet and tight.
I grabbed her throat with both hands, and she clenched my wrists while looking at me. Her face flushed, and a vein protruded from her forehead. Her breaths were short and rapid. Her eyes widened, and her mouth was wide open.
I gritted my teeth while pounding her hard, and a wicked smile appeared on my face because I was glad that I satisfied her.
A few minutes later, I sat on the couch, and Tarryn got on top of me. She put her arms around my neck and jumped on my dick. I held her waist and intermittently spanked her ass, indicating to her that she should increase the pace.
Her devious smile showed me that she liked it when I told her what to do.
“Jump on that dick faster,” I demanded.
She increases the pace, making my ball sack tighter. I felt that I was about to erupt, so I pulled my dick out. Tarryn stopped and frowned at me.
“What happened?” she asked.
“My load is about to gush out.”
“So?”
She stuck my dick into her pussy and resumed riding it. I didn’t want to cum inside her, but I got lost in the moment and unloaded.
Tarryn smiled at me while continuing to ride me. The thought of her being pregnant popped into my mind, but that thought vanished as she jumped off my dick and got on her knees in front of the couch before blowing me.
Her tongue swirled in every direction, and then she bobbed up and down on my dick, slurping my dick as she slid her lips up to the tip. Oh, God. She was amazing. I could tell that she had plenty of practice. She wasn’t wifey material, but she was perfect for one night.
I brushed the hair out of her face. She looked up at me and smiled, indicating that she appreciated my gesture.
Thinking about splattering my cum on her face made me want to bust, but I held back because I wanted to bang her from behind and then cum on her ass.
A few minutes later, I told her to get on her hands and knees. I squeezed her ass and then spanked both cheeks. She looked back at me, smiling. I knew she liked that. I spanked her ass again.
Her head snapped back as I yanked her hair. She smiled wickedly. I assumed that she liked dirty sex, so I felt that she might be open to getting it anally.
I penetrated her for several minutes, and she grunted several times. Staring at her asshole, I couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to penetrate her tiny hole. Life was too short for me to hold back. After all, a real man goes after what he wants and doesn’t ask for permission.
I pulled my dick out of her pussy and stuck it in her ass.
She dropped her head and groaned. I was certain that she felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. Not wanting to be a meathead, I penetrated slowly so that she could get used to the lack of lubricant.
Several minutes later, I increased the pace, and she screamed. I didn’t want to go full-throttle because I knew that would hurt her, so I maintained the pace that was comfortable for her.
Tarryn grunted a few times, making me believe that she had adjusted to the feeling of my dick stretching her ass. I knew it was slightly uncomfortable for her, but she wanted me to carry on giving it to her.
I felt that I was about to bust, so I pulled my dick out of her ass and stuck it into her pussy. Don’t ask me why I did that. It was an impulsive action. That’s the best answer I could come up with. Maybe I did it because I hadn’t banged a woman in a long time, and I wanted to feel what it was like to cum inside her. But I should’ve came in her ass. I don’t know what got over me. The only thing I’m certain of is that I acted subconsciously on my deprived desires.
Cumming in her wet pussy felt amazing. My eyelids lowered and my lips curled as I unloaded. That felt much better than jerking off to a fantasy.
After releasing my entire load, I pulled my dick out, and Tarryn turned around and licked off the last drop. That was kinky, and I liked it.
I drove Tarryn home, and she kissed me after I stopped in front of her place. Uncertain of the reason, I didn’t feel the urge to see her again. She was great, but I felt that I had caught my prey and had fun with it, so my mouth didn’t salivate any longer. The thrill was in the chase, and I caught what I wanted.
The following day, I didn’t message Tarryn. I should have told her that I enjoyed our time together, but I felt that would make her believe I wanted to see her again.
Three weeks later, my phone rang. It was Tarryn. I had completely forgotten about her, so I was surprised that she called.
“Hi, Tarryn.”
“Tommy, hi. How are you?”
“Great. You?”
“I’m okay. I haven’t heard from you since we met.”
“Yeah, it’s just some things on my side. Nothing to do with you.”
“Right. It’s unfortunate you feel that way.”
Hearing sadness in her voice, I said, “Tarryn, you’re great, really. I just got this thing where I know how I feel about a person once I’ve been intimate with her. You’re a nice person, and I’m still figuring out what I want from life.”
“While you’re figuring things out, I thought that I should let you know what I figured out.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m pregnant.”
I felt like I received a heavy blow to my gut, knocking the wind out of me and parting my lips. “You’re what?”
“Yeah. I thought you should know since you’re the father.”
I remained silent as my vision blurred and I got lightheaded. My stomach turned upside down, and I wasn’t certain if I would throw up or faint first.
I took a deep breath and then another one. Asking how she got pregnant seemed apt but also illogical. The evil voice in my head convinced me that she was a slut who had gotten pregnant by some loser and wanted me to raise her child because the father would be absent.
“Are you sure it’s mine?” I asked.
“Yes, Tommy. You’re the only man I’ve been with in the last few months.”
That was difficult for me to believe, considering she was a nudist. Other guys must’ve approached her at the beach and banged her, probably the same day. I did, so why wouldn’t she have done it with other guys?
“Would you mind taking a DNA test?”
She remained silent and then softly said, “Sure.”
“Look, Tarryn, I’m sorry, but this is a big deal. We don’t know each other, and you tell me something out of the blue that could completely change my life. I just want to make sure that we have all our ducks in a row.”
“If that’s what you want, Tommy, no problem.”
The way she said that made me believe that my request was problematic for her, but I didn’t understand why. If she was convinced that I was the father, then why would a DNA test bother her?
“When do you think you’ll be able to do it?”
“I’ll have to speak to my gynaecologist, and I’ll let you know.”
“Thanks. Then, I’ll wait to hear from you.”
A big part of me wished that I would never speak to her again. I hoped that she felt that her charade had unravelled and there was no point in going through with it.
Two days later, Tarryn’s name appeared on my phone as it rang. I figured that she called to apologise for trying to make me take care of another man’s responsibility.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
“Hi, Tommy. I wanted to let you know that I spoke to my doctor, and he said that he can do a DNA test. We’ll need to schedule it.”
“I have to go with you?”
“Of course. You want proof, right?”
“Yeah. I just thought that it could be done without me.”
“You’ll need to give a blood sample.”
I sighed silently, trying my hardest not to be rude. But I felt that Tarryn wasted my time, so I had a right to treat her with contempt.
She scheduled the examination and called me the following day to inform me that it was on Friday afternoon.
We met in front of the doctor’s office. I smiled to appear friendly, but I wanted to scold her for putting me through her charade, which would reveal itself once the test results came out.
The doctor drew my blood and Tarryn’s. He said that we would know the results by Tuesday. Okay, so I had to wait a few more days to get Tarryn off my back for good. I wondered if she would buy me a gift as an apology. Probably not. I didn’t need a gift. Getting her out of my life for good would be a gift.
During the weekend, thinking about what she put me through, I began to build resentment towards her. She had the nerve to accuse me of being the father of her unborn baby. Just because I had sex with a slut who sleeps around doesn’t mean that I’m responsible for taking care of her kid.
I hadn’t received a phone call by mid-afternoon on Tuesday, so I called Tarryn.
“Did the doctor call you?” I asked.
“No. I think the results are coming out later today. I’ll let you know as soon as the doctor contacts me.”
About two hours later, my phone beeped. Tarryn had sent me a photo message. She had sent me a screenshot of the DNA results. I tightened my lips and breathed heavily through my nose. I wanted to chuck my phone against the wall so that it shattered into a million pieces, but that wouldn’t change the result.
The only way for me to confirm that Tarryn had sent me a fake result was to call the doctor. She must’ve thought that I’d be stupid to believe her altered copy of the results.
“Yes, Mr Biggs, you are the father of Tarryn McDonald’s child,” said the doctor.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. How is this possible?”
He remained silent, and I wanted him to tell me that there was a way that Tarryn could’ve tricked me into impregnating her so that I could use the evidence against her in court.
I sighed heavily and then thanked him.
I couldn’t believe my misfortune. The only thing I wanted was pussy for a few hours, not the responsibility of raising a human being for the next eighteen years. How could that happen to me?
I paced in the lounge, trying to find a way to blame Tarryn for her pregnancy. It didn’t work. I had to take responsibility for my actions, whether I wanted to or not.
I called her and told her that we needed to make arrangements about the best way to raise our baby. We agreed to split all the baby expenses and that she would look after the child, but I would visit them several times weekly.
The last thing I wanted was another man to raise my child, so I wanted to tell Tarryn that she couldn’t date anyone. But I had no right to do that. I was at her mercy.
“I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to see anyone else,” I said. “Our baby deserves the best life possible, and I want him or her to be raised by us, not some guy.”
“You’re saying that you want to be exclusive with me?”
That’s not what I meant. I wanted to date other women because they wouldn’t raise my child. But I didn’t think that Tarryn’s man would respect my boundaries. Inevitably, he would spend time with my child, and I couldn’t accept that.
“If that’s what it’ll take for my child to receive the best upbringing possible, then, yes.”
Tarryn smiled and hugged me. I rubbed her back, and she pulled back and looked at me.
“You’re going to be an amazing father. I know it.”
That was the best compliment I had received. I felt that Tarryn meant it, and I felt obliged to live up to her expectation. Who knew that I would meet the mother of my child on a nudist beach?