Truck Guy - Beach Shower

He didn't stop, but quickly something else happened.

He moved out of entry position to slide his cockhead along her slit twice, then settled again and tried to press in. But she suddenly shifted the height and angle of her hips so he was not lined up as he thought he was. In addition, because of her stroking with her hand earlier, he did not have as much control of his climax as he thought. Pressed against her where there was no entry hole, his cock was ready even if he wasn't. Ignoring his wishes, his body went past the point-of-no-return and began a premature ejaculation.

"Oh YUCK!" Erin said. The reality of his foul spew shocked Erin out of whatever brain-lock or trance she was in, this was no longer playing. "Get your slime away from me, YOU BASTARD!" At the same time she looked at me while deliberately tapping her ring finger - her wedding ring finger - with her right forefinger.

He was not the only one getting a release.

At the same moment her curse seemed to strike a nerve, perhaps Jack really did not know who his father was. In any event, he spat out at Erin, "Get on your knees BITCH! Use that lying mouth to get me hard again. We are just getting started."

I got his attention as surely as if I grabbed his throat. I didn't move, but I spoke, I sort of boomed my words. As part of the lung-chest thing, I can get real loud.

"It seems the lady doth protest. So if it is all the same to you, I think I'll have her now. Maybe you should be the one on your knees cleaning her up, make good use of that flapping mouth of yours. Bastard." Up to now I had been as inert as a stone, so my speaking was like a blow which threw him off what he was doing, distracted and instantly enraged him. While he was distracted - and still cumming, Erin spun away from him, into the room.

Jack sounded viscous in reply. "Don't call me bastard. You lummox, you saw how I was the one what got her warmed up nice and happy, so the rule is I get the benefits. We can talk about you after. Unless you want to settle this with fists real quick?"

Dogs will bark louder if they can't bite. He struck a pose like the Notre Dame mascot. It may intimidate some folks, but that is not a boxer's stance and posed no threat. Then, just to add a slapstick touch, one heel slipped on his own spilled cum which was still oozing out. His legs suddenly splayed out. He kept his feet, but his dignity was shredded then and there.

I figured he might have a weak spot. "Well you slimy bastard, you are a fighter are you? Don't get your messy little dicklet in a knot. Do you want some? Tell you what, after I do her once or twice, you can clean us both up, then I'll do your ass for your insolence. That is what you want, isn't it? Bastard!"

He sputtered and said something that sounded real vile, the Aussie accent was so thick I could not understand. But he was careful not to advance on me. He also cast a quick eye on possible escape routes. There was one entrance, and it was all within my reach, I did not have to move a step.

Children try a lot of things, but since I entered high school I have never thrown a punch in anger or in practice. However, during my long six weeks in college I did pose nude for an art class, and they wanted a naked boxer. They had pictures of real boxers, and those are the poses I used. I got them exact. It was all legit, they extended my 2-week contract to 6-weeks because I was so good at it. Then my college experience was over so I did not get to pose with the nude females. Bummer.

One of the guys in the class was doing a comic book and wanted me to pose for that, using the same type of poses. It was many more hours over a 9-month period, all in real boxer poses, building muscle memory, including some 'in action' poses. The guy had boxed, so I learned the fine points of balance and muscle mechanics, one can tell the real thing from a fake. Now I struck a pose from muscle memory, bringing real shape to my muscles as they stood out from my arms and shoulders. "Listen bastard, since you took the pose first, I'm required to warn you I box professionally. If you wants to be knockout number 4, I'll accommodate your scrawny ass. I'm sure Floyd, he was number 3, is back to eating soft foods by now, instead of the straw he was using."

The "bastard" stuff was striking home, Jack wanted to hit somebody but he dared not. He saw fighting was not a solution and in fact he felt he had upped his peril so he tried another approach to getting back on top of the situation.

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Chapter 5. Talking About The Snap

Jack visibly calmed himself, pointedly ignored Erin, and changed to a friendly, "lets negotiate" tone with me. "Well, if you want to move ahead in the line how about you pay me something for her? I got some time yet. That is only fair you know, seeing as how I warmed her up."

Well, that was just bad manners and I was losing patience. "Allow me to retort." (If you recall your Pulp Fiction, those words were followed by bad things.) "You have me in a mood now." I hunched my shoulders and arms forward in a 'muscle' pose that made me look a lot bigger all around. "How about I beat the shit and blood out of your bastard's ass, only I promise to leave you breathing... more or less painfully. Rib breaks will do that. I bet she'd like that. Is that good for you?"

At this point I looked carefully at Jack's hands. My only worry was that he knew karate or some shit. But while his hands were wiry, the skin was without calluses. His neck was also thin - he was not any type of fighter. Meanwhile I was an imitation of the Hulk, with a lot of muscle showing. His dick wilted and got real small, it pulling up into his body like a turtles head. He was not going to get a second go after blowing the first one. So the cocky wimp tried to fold, to cut his losses and walk away with an iota of ego intact. Except there was no place to walk. "Well you know what? On second thought, I guess I'm done with her, so how about I just leave you to it. She will clean up easy, it's a shower after all. So no damage done." He feigned to leave by moving as if to take a step moving around me, except he didn't move, he just shuffled. Erin stepped in the other direction.

I shifted my foot in that direction, and I extended my arms out while keeping my chest and shoulder's flexed. A glance downward reminded him he was still naked. Then I pushed him with his own weapon, more words. "Yeah, I don't think so. You see, in my experience girls really like to see me beating people up bad. Blood on the concrete gets them hot. That really sounds like a better idea for me. You had your warmup fun and blew it, now I get to do warmup my way. You can contribute. That is fair dinkum, isn't that what you say? I mean, what choice do you have? Unless you have a lot of cash..."

"Look," he said, with a glance at where Erin was now farther from him. "Why don't I just leave you two to work this out..."

I cut him off. "I'm just not feeling that, I want her hot. 'Blood on the concrete' hot. Better for all."

Erin finally jumped into the conversation with us. "Wow, you have big muscles. I like that. A big guy like you, I bet you can snap his arm, can't you?" she asked, a little bit breathless. "The sound... that snap... it would make me so hot." She touched herself at that.

I answered like I had a routine. "Normally I crack a rib or two first, a hard punch or three to the side of the chest works. I can tell this shit is a talker and really I hate that. A broke rib shuts them right up. But yeah, I've snapped bigger arms then him. Like a twig. They make loud noises then."

Erin got deeper into her character, she gave a evil smile. "He pushed me and he... YUCK. My guy, Eli, will know it with a glance and I would confess anyway, so he is already broken up with me. Two years wasted. I am free to... well... finish what was started. A good snap sound will make me so hot. But you are right about the screaming, so you can do a rib first. Tell you what, you do the rib, then give me a loud snap from his arm, and... hmmm... I'll spend the night at your place, doing anything you desire. Did you know, I'm an anal virgin?" she said shyly. "I'm sure you would want to fix that for me."

Jack looked at Erin, it was like she had transformed into a horned demon before him. He actually could not believe that she was making me an offer of her body in exchange for his extreme pain. Of course, at this point he believed I would do it.

"Wait!" Jack said. "You let me me do things, they felt good."

Erin answered. " 'Let' you? Not true. I said 'no' when you touched me. I said 'no' when you moved my arms. I said 'no' when touched my pussy. You got me off but that was just the novelty of seeing such a little cut dick in a coed shower, most guys would not dare show such a pitiful thing. Plus being watched by a real man. Then you stuck that little slimy... into my... I said 'no' you shit! You did not get me off but left me hanging when you made a mess on me! YUCK! Bastard!" At the end her voice was a bit frantic or hysterical.

Desperate to avoid pain, Jack protested. "Why didn't you fight?"

"I said 'NO' and that should be enough. If you have to know, I am a devote pacifist, I can't resist with aggression. I can't even struggle or yell too loud, it is against my religion!" Then she turned to me. "You should know it is also against my religion to break my word to you. About anything." She rubbed her pussy.

I channelled South Park. "You BASTARD! Taking advantage of her gentle religion? That is low, maybe I need to smash something else while I'm at it." A glance down let us all know I was thinking. It was not a bone.

Erin liked that idea. "Oh yeah. Of course, I wouldn't want to see that... my religion you know... but hearing it might thrill me to the bone... I can avert my eyes. My offer stands: you make the snap noise with him - either arm is fine with me - and I am yours for the night. Anything! Look, the next time I go to church I will have to stand and confess my sins of the flesh to all. I will be declared a sinner, hopefully one worthy of redemption, but for now my engagement to dear Eli, the minister's son, is over. No man of the church will have me until I am cleansed - a long process with prayer and sacrifice and penance. Plus, it is not a sure thing, I could be shunned instead. Cast out. Since I am willing and since I am already spoiled I can skip church tomorrow and be totally free for once. One week. My conscious is clear, I will be a total slut for you."

Jack's eyes were now darting around, frantic, looking for some opening. His rib, his arm and now his precious jewels were on offer and he did not see a good way out. He could talk, but as long as Erin was there, I was not going to listen.

Since Jack was stuck thinking in circles, I took our talk a figurative step forward and asked Erin, "Can I invite friends to join us?"

Erin circled Jack and came closer to me, cutting the possible exit gap even smaller. "Sure thing. Just not too many, because I want plenty of time with you... big guy." She made a point of noticing my ring. "OH! I don't normally... Actually, I never have done lesbo at all, but for you I'll even do your wife. In for a penny... he's in for a pound... ing!"

"Oh, my wife's out of town right now." It was the truth, we were in the next county.

"Well then, maybe you have a sister or a sister-in-law you like?" In fact, Erin has her sister she knows I like - her sister Becca. Becca would not mind, actually, offers have been made. "Look, I will skip church for tomorrow. If it will take time to get her, I can wait. We can shack up for the week - every night you could do me every way you wanted. Then wouldn't it be great to see her naked, getting off like crazy on my tongue? Oh! Oh... you could fuck me at the same time! Make him snap and I will go down on her, I will even rim her ass and go deep while you watch and do me real nasty. Just make him do that snap sound. Maybe we can even talk about you being my new boyfriend... when your wife is out of town, of course. Or when you are... Do you travel?"

"I travel a lot," I said. Erin was doing a great job spinning this, I was very hard.

"Well, I could travel with you, unless she likes... I bet your wife is real nice. If she works I could help her cook and do her hair and be her girlfriend too. She would so not be lonely when you are gone." She wiggled her tongue. "I bet I'd like to lick her. Just one snap... Say, do you have a big bed?"

That was when our little Jack, who was trying to preserve all he valued - which did not include dignity - channelled a bit of Jumping Jack Flash! He figured out something I would not have imagined.

Quick as a flash he ran for a far corner of the room. It looked kind of pointless. On the way he grabbed his speedo. When he reached the end of the bench, in the corner, he jumped up on the bench, then jumped up from the bench to where he grabbed an exposed shower pipes. In the air, just before he grabbed the pipes, he tossed the speedo through the gap between the top of the wall and the roof. Gripping the pipe he used it like a chin-up bar, lifting himself up to where he could swing his legs up and catch his heel on top of the bricks to lever up and drag himself flat on his back atop of the grit-covered brick wall. That must have hurt. Then he rolled off the wall on the outside of the shower building and was gone. It was a ten foot drop starting from a prone position, on his back, to the concrete slab, so we knew he would not land well. We heard a thump and a yelp when he hit the ground. From the sounds he got up, grabbed his speedos, and limped off at speed, causing damage and pain with each step.

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Erin instantly wiped the character away and looked at me. "You kept your vow to me. It must have been so hard, to see me say 'no' and to watch him touching me like that. But you still kept the 'white knight' in check because you loved me more than you needed to own me. That means so much to me." 

All I could say was, "I don't know, I just couldn't move... I mean, it was pretty hot. But why didn't you... you know, release me? Let me pound..."

She cut me off there. "Yeah, that was the problem, I did not want you to pound him and face the legal aftermath. I have seen it too many times, on police calls. There was no way you were not getting arrested, because you would honestly tell the cops what happened. That is a statement against your own interest which is also called a confession and means handcuffs. I know that, I have seen good honest folks arrested while liars and scum who keep their mouths shut walk away. But the whole truth is more of a jumble than just that. When we were at the shower-head I thought it was under control, that I would show him my pussy and he would be satisfied. Then he had to touch it and that was all, he would be satisfied. I wanted to see if I could be responsible to myself, for myself. My body, right? It seemed no big deal. But I was stupid because I should have known... I guess I am used to a good guy like you. But really, in so many ways you are the exception. Plus there were other reasons, I was thinking like a child. When he did the other... at the sinks... I don't know. I wasn't willing, but I really could not fight him myself. But I still could not release you because of the arrest thing, I had to play it through to punish myself. That is messed up and I am sorry. I have to process it. Could we talk about it later?"

"Sure." She was safe so I was happy.

She noticed the huge bulge in my swimsuit, so she gave me a shy smile, then led me to another sink, pulled my suit down, gave me a few strokes and took the same position she had with him, bent over with her legs spread in welcome. We lined up, the knew that 'fit' was not a problem for us.

I had never seen her with the hole so wide open from what he did with his fingers. There was still some cum around her taint and rosebud until she rinsed that off with her hand. She is right of course, about pretty and ugly naughty parts; it was sort of ugly, but like it would for any guy, the open pussy drew me. She did not have to tell me she wanted me to fuck her. But she had to tell herself.

"Now you have to fuck me to reclaim me... reclaim my body. Reclaim my naughty stupid trusting pussy. Prove that you still love me and won't discard me before we get home. Go ahead, reclaim my dirty hole, push the memory of his finger out. Make me your woman again... I need you to be the last person my body remembers."

I slipped in. Gently, like I loved her, even as I felt her and had seen how she was tarnished by another man. She shuddered as I slid in, she felt redeemed for now. She was so wet with her own sweet fluids and stretched inside it felt nothing like her, like I was fucking some different woman. I pushed in farther and then it changed, my cock went deeper than his fingers. Her deeper regions were untouched and tighter.

I closed my eyes. As I slid myself in and out, the memory of watching him with her was the most overwhelming presence. From the first time he touched her pussy until the end, it was like a continuous speeded-up porno in my mind. In the porno I knew she was still my wife, but she was acting, under her own direction; she could halt everything by just calling my name, so it wasn't real.

Then I opened my eyes and she was there; her back, her butt, her hair, her eyes when she looked back at me with lust and hope for my forgiveness. It had been real and it did feel like I was reclaiming her. She had not been emotionally unfaithful, she was unwilling and he just took advantage of her.

With our long married life in mind, with all those nights we shared passion in bed, I got other urges as I took what felt like mine. I knew the urge to kneel down and eat her; I had never tasted her with a creampie and I resolved to do that soon. I knew the urge to force myself into her so-not-virgin ass as she suggested, as a way to punish her for the frustration I felt while waiting. I knew the urge to call some other guys, if not now maybe later at home, so I could share her, as she was now my slut who had given me other ideas, and had raised my desire to see her cum for other men. She had said those other things to me, so I knew those naughty thoughts were not far in her mind. It was a change in us, an evolution.

I knew that those words about Becca, her sister, were going to be with us a long long time. I figured I had a 50/50 chance of getting Becca on my cock. You see, Becca was a special deal between all three of us.

These ideas all aroused me, but I knew that what I had was what counted, what mattered. I loved her, keeping my vow was an expression of my love. This act was also an expression of that love. Overcoming everything that was distracting, like the location, the position, and the feel, we were in fact making love.

When my mind clicked on that the other ideas fell aside. My passion and my love for this woman rose inside of me.

She asked, "What are you thinking of baby? Which of those ideas I gave you?"

"I was thinking of all of them, but I realized that most of all I wanted you my darling... my wife... my woman. Those others all praise your beauty, but at my core I want you."

"Oh yes, baby... you love me so good."

Despite the looseness I did not last long in her body. I helped her by brushing her nipples and touching her clit just the way she liked those moves, she moaned when I did them. I called her "my wife," and "my hot fucking wife," and said she looked "FUCKING AWESOME" as she was pleasured, and whenever she got off. Those words clearly excited her, I could feel it.

With these little affections I did manage to speed her up so she got off on my cock, very energetically, just before I did.

"That's my girl," I said as I felt her climax on my ready cock. She shook with emotion and her climax got more intense. She squeezed her pussy and made herself as tight as she could. I held fire as long as I could. A moment later I shoved hard as I could, deeper than ever, and pumped my cum into her. It was a huge climax for me, it was gushing out of her as I kept pumping my stuff in.