The Adventures of Dick Long:

BEACH BULLY

 

 

     He saw her standing by the lifeguard tower looking in his direction. Was she checking him out? Her eyes met his with a smile. He knew that look. She liked what she saw. He did too.

     Her thong bikini was barely legal, the black material hiding only the absolute essentials of her deeply tanned form. And this was no ordinary body. She worked out. She worked out a LOT. The requisite feminine curves were definitely there in spades, but their exquisite outline was etched by hard, rippling muscles. Her breathtaking breasts were round and full, held high and proud by cut, rock solid pecs. A lush mane of blonde hair fell softly across broad muscular shoulders that tapered to a tiny waist with carved, six pack abs. Her long shapely legs were pillars of strength and the muscles of her arms bulged even when relaxed.

     She noticed his thorough examination and, to his surprise, began walking toward him with a feline grace, her muscles tensing sensually with each step. He felt his heart skip a beat as he remembered his girlfriend would arrive from the changing rooms at any moment.

    “I thought you might like a closer look,” she said standing confidently before him, “I sure want a closer look at you”. A sly, sexually charged grin creased her lips. “I’m Crystal.”

     For a moment, he was hypnotized. The high cheekbones of a supermodel, those piercing blue eyes and that incredible body paralyzed him. Attractive women had come on to him before, but this was no run of the mill babe.  Muscular women always ignited his libido and her primal allure left him frozen with excitement.

    “Surely you’ve got a name,” she teased, “Come on hunk, what do they call you?” Crystal would lead this dance.

      He could feel the words coming. “I’m Richard,” he sputtered, reaching to shake her hand. Not exactly suave. “But my friends call me ‘Dick’.”

      She laughed heartily as she shook his hand. “Dick, I’d say that’s a perfect name.” Her eyes dropped to his crotch. “Perfect.”

      He chuckled and thanked his higher power for obvious blessings. His eyes involuntarily found their way back to her amazing chest.

     “Do you like what you see, Dick?” She subtly squeezed her pecs. The thick muscles hardened, sensually lifting her perfectly formed breasts. Seeing his eyes were locked on, she took a deep breath and fully expanded her chest. “44D, if you were wondering.”

       He could only mutter, “Beautiful.”

     “You like muscles, Richard?” She slowly raised her right arm and flexed her biceps. 

     “Yes, I do, Crystal.” This was a huge understatement.

       She moved a step closer. “Ever seen a woman with an arm like this?” She flexed harder. “Go ahead, feel it.” 

       He grasped her arm between his fingers, gently at first, then squeezed tighter against the rock hard, baseball-sized biceps. He felt the beginnings of an erection and reluctantly pulled his hand back.

      She lowered her arm. “Bet you’ve never felt anything like that before.”

     “No, I haven’t,” he replied lustily. He loved his girlfriend’s hot, fit body, especially when she showed off her toned muscles for him, but she was not in Crystal’s league. This thought brought him crashing back to reality. DJ would be there any second! He nervously took a step back.

       She closed the distance immediately. “I’m guessing I can show you lots of things you haven’t experienced before,” she purred, softly tracing a finger across his chest, “And with a body like mine, don’t you think I deserve the hottest guy on the beach?”

     “No question, Crystal,” he replied as she slid her finger down to his stomach. “You’re hot, very HOT.” She pressed her body against his, her finger, now hidden from sight, working its way toward his manhood. He took hold of her hand and pulled it away. “But I’m here with my girlfriend.”

       She stepped back and her eyes scanned him from head to toe. “Well, I guess I really didn’t expect a hunk like you to be alone.”

       He was relieved he had avoided a real problem. “I’m glad you understand. It was a pleasure meeting…”

     “Come on, Dick”, she interrupted, “do I look like a woman who’s afraid of a little competition?” She puffed out her chest, flared thick, wide lats and tensed every muscle of her superb upper body. “I’m betting she’s not much competition at all.”

      He knew it was time to walk away, but his feet were stuck in the sand.

     “Does your girlfriend work out?” she asked, relaxing her magnificent body.

     “Five or six days a week,” he countered, feeling a duty to defend his lover’s honor, or maybe his own. “DJ is a very sexy hard body. She’s entered figure competitions!”

      She sneered. “ Figure competitions?” She lifted her arms into a double biceps pose. “Like I said, not much competition at all.”

      One look at her big, sharply peaked biceps and he knew she was right. DJ was hot, but Crystal had the sexiest, most amazing body he had ever seen in the flesh.

      She released the pose and inched closer, curling her right arm into a tight side biceps pose. “Dick,” she cooed, “Can you imagine how strong that is?”

     “Crystal,” he moaned passionately as he began caressing the bulging peak of her biceps, “yes, I can.” He wrapped both hands around her flexed arm, marveling at the size. “No doubt, you’re incredibly strong!”

       She contracted her biceps again, leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “You bet I am, baby.”

      He felt a hard tap on his shoulder.

     “Dick! Want to introduce me to your friend?”

      He turned to see a scowling DJ, the brunette’s shoulder length hair shaking angrily with each word. He let go of Crystal’s flexed biceps. “DJ! I was…”

     “This must be DJ!” exclaimed Crystal. “Dick was just telling me about you.” She put her arm around his waist and snuggled up. “I was letting him know he’s the hottest dude on the beach.” Her hand slid down to his ass. “You’re a lucky lady,” she snickered. “Or should I say, you WERE a lucky lady.”

      “I’d appreciate you taking your hands off my boyfriend,” DJ asked, trying to be civilized.

       Crystal ignored her and looked up at Dick. “I thought you said you liked muscles.” She turned back to his girlfriend. “I don’t see any!”

      “Then you’re blind,” responded DJ, tightening the muscles of her torso. “He hasn’t had any complaints. I just don’t look like a linebacker.”

       Crystal backed away from him. “Oh, I think he knows a REAL woman when he sees one. Don’t you, Dick?”

        His brain was racing. No question DJ was gorgeous, any man’s dream. At  5’, 3” and 110 pounds, with bright gray eyes and a beautiful face that won her modeling work, DJ had a sexy body. Her tiny pink bikini revealed taut, toned delts and arms. A flat, hard stomach. Well defined legs. Pert 34B breasts. And she was really strong for her size. He had first hand knowledge.

     On the other hand, Crystal looked to be at least 5’, 6”. And with all that muscle, she probably outweighed his girlfriend by 30-40 pounds. She made DJ look like a little girl.

     Lucky for Dick, Crystal did not need an answer. “Look at her,” she said, walking toward DJ. The big blonde eyed her with contempt. “Does she have tits?”

     DJ pulled her shoulders back, pushing out her chest.

     Crystal scoffed. “You call those tits?” She continued her assessment. “Skinny legs…scrawny shoulders, “ she turned to Dick. “And look at those pathetic little arms!”

    “Dick loves my arms,” DJ shot back. She moved close to Dick and flexed a hard, defined biceps for her silent boyfriend. “Don’t you?”

      Before Dick could reply, Crystal reached out, grasped DJ’s flexed arm between her fingers and began to squeeze. DJ flexed harder, but the powerful blonde crushed the muscle gradually, painfully until her fingers and thumb almost touched.  DJ yelped and tried in vain to pull her arm away. Crystal chuckled at the struggling brunette, then let go.

    “Oh, did that hurt? I’m so sorry,” Crystal said with mock concern. “Here, I’ll give you a chance.” She raised an outstretched arm. “Squeeze mine.”

      Embarrassed and desperate to prove herself, DJ stepped up face-to-face with the big blonde. Their eyes met, then lingered in a staredown.

      Crystal flexed her right biceps, her eyes never leaving her rival‘s. “Go ahead,” she challenged.

      DJ glanced to see the muscles harden and expand to intimidating proportions. The brunette hesitated for a moment.

    “Go ahead,” Crystal taunted. “Here’s your chance for payback.”

      DJ slapped her hand hard on the blonde’s flexed biceps, then grabbed the muscle. The sheer size of Crystal’s arm forced her to fully extend her fingers, just to get a grip. She began to squeeze intensely, the muscles of her own arm tensing with the effort, but the blonde’s powerful biceps did not budge. DJ applied more pressure, mustering all her strength. Still, she could not dent Crystal’s rock solid symbol of strength.

      The big blonde giggled at DJ’s futile attempt. “Come on. Is that all you’ve got?”

      DJ tried again, grunting with the exertion. But it was hopeless. Crystal’s arm was just too big and too hard. She let go.       

     Crystal laughed. “What a wimp!” She cozied up to Dick’s shoulder, looked seductively into his eyes and started to run her hand up his thigh. “A real man like you deserves better.” Her fingers brushed lightly over his dick before moving quickly up to his chest. “Much better.”

    “Dick, let’s go,” demanded DJ.

      Crystal ran her fingers through Dick’s hair. For a split second, he considered leaving, but he found he could not bring himself to push Crystal away. He was spellbound.

     And the big blonde knew it. She looked at DJ. “Little girl, he wants a REAL woman.”

     DJ tried to pry Crystal off her boyfriend. “He’s my man, bitch!” The shrill volume of DJ’s voice made the people around them begin to take notice of the conflict.

     Crystal took DJ by the upper arm and roughly pulled her close. “He’s not your man any more, DJ,” she growled. “He’s mine now. So get lost,” she demanded, pushing the brunette away, “before you get hurt.”

     DJ pushed back. “You don’t scare me, I do sessions,” she said boldly. “I’m used to taking on linebackers!” She grinned at the putdown then glanced at her boyfriend. “Right, Dick?” Dick knew DJ had earned extra cash providing wrestling sessions and more to well-heeled schmoes. That’s how he had met her. Yet, he said nothing.

     Unimpressed, Crystal pushed DJ hard in the chest. She stumbled back a couple of steps. “I told you to get lost!”

     DJ stood her ground.

     Dick noticed a small crowd was encircling the women, anticipating a fight.

     With a powerful thrust of her arms, Crystal pushed DJ again. This time she meant it. The brunette went sprawling ass first into the sand.

    “Come on, Miss Badass,” the blonde cackled.

      DJ sprung to her feet, her face contorted with rage. “You fuckin’ cunt…” She lunged at Crystal’s legs and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s muscular quads, going for a takedown. The mighty blonde stood firm.

      As DJ struggled, Crystal looked at Dick with mock boredom, then grabbed DJ around the waist and lifted her up effortlessly. Holding the brunette upside down, she turned to her audience and strutted a few steps with her victim in tow. DJ’s arms and legs flailed helplessly. Smiling at the crowd, she pivoted, carried DJ over to Dick and threw her down at his feet.

    “I can’t believe you hooked up with this skinny wimp,” Crystal said with disdain. The big blonde kicked sand on DJ as she stood up.

     Suddenly, DJ launched a haymaker left with intent to cause serious damage. Crystal expertly blocked the punch. “What, no more wrestling?” she asked, raising her fists. She assumed a boxer‘s stance. “OK, if that’s the way you want it…”

     Crystal feinted with her left, then rifled a hard right that pounded DJ’s abs with an loud THUD. The powerful blow left DJ bent over gasping for breath.

     The big blonde lifted DJ upright by her chin, then let go and delivered two more savage shots to the solar plexus. Those watching moaned a collective “Ooo!” as DJ staggered, then fell to her knees.

    Crystal looked down at DJ and ordered, “Get up!”

     When her victim did not respond, Crystal grabbed a handful of black hair and with one very strong arm, she pulled DJ to her feet. The big blonde released her. “Done already?” she asked. SMACK. Crystal slapped DJ hard across the face. “Come on, big bad session girl.” SMACK. Crystal slapped her face again. “Show me what you got!” SMACK. “Go ahead, give me your best shot.”

     Her face reddening and her ego bruised, DJ threw a flurry of solid shots to Crystal’s stomach. The blows ricocheted off the mighty blonde’s armor plated abs.

     Crystal howled with laughter. ”That’s it?” SMACK. “You can do better than that.” SMACK. The hard slaps spun the brunette around. “Come on,” Crystal pointed to her chin, “hit me right here.”

     DJ brushed the hair out of her face, the whole left side stinging crimson.  In one quick motion, she cocked her fist and fired a hard left at Crystal’s head. The big blonde leaned back slightly, deftly slipping the punch. DJ immediately followed with a looping right, but Crystal ducked the blow.

    “Oops, you missed,” jeered the big blonde. As DJ reloaded, Crystal threw two stiff, rapid fire left jabs that thumped DJ’s forehead and followed with a sizzling straight right, smashing the brunette square on the nose. DJ’s knees wobbled, but she stayed on her feet. Instantly, blood began to ooze from her battered nose.

    Clearly hurt, DJ wiped the blood away, her eyes watering from the pain. “Those were just love taps, wimp” Crystal said ominously. With blinding speed, she faked a left and powered a searing right into DJ’s stomach.

   “Oof!” The crowd heard the air rush from DJ’s lungs. Once again, she doubled over, struggling to breathe.

     Crystal took a small step back, then let fly a sweeping right uppercut, every gorgeous muscle of her incredible body exploding with power at the moment her fist hit DJ’s jaw with a resounding crack. The punch lifted DJ off her feet before she dropped to the sand in a crumpled heap.

     Dick looked down on his semi-conscious girlfriend. Battered and beaten, she was in obvious pain. A fleeting twinge of guilt was soon overwhelmed by the erotic rush of seeing Crystal stand over her thoroughly defeated rival, a muscular, dominant, alpha female.

   “Get up!” Crystal yelled.

     With slow, painful effort, DJ propped herself up on one arm.

     Crystal was not satisfied. “Get UP!” she screamed. Exhausted and afraid, the brunette stayed put, but non-compliance had consequences. The big blonde kicked sand directly in the brunette’s face.

     As DJ choked and sputtered, spitting out sand, Crystal kicked her flat on her back.  The big blonde stepped over, then stood astride her victim. “I said, GET UP!”

     DJ’s eyes widened with fear of further punishment. “No, no…no more,” she whimpered.

     Crystal dropped to her knees in the sand, straddling DJ’s abdomen. “Oh no, I’m not finished with you yet.”

      Standing behind the action, Dick moved to get a better view. He spied a big knot on DJ’s forehead and saw her jaw was swelling.

      Crystal lookeked up at Dick and saw his arousal. She looked down at DJ. “Tell me! Who’s the better woman?” she demanded.

    “I give, I give!” DJ moaned. “Please….Stop…”

      Incorrect answer. SMACK. Crystal slapped DJ’s face. “WHO’s the better woman?” she repeated with venom.

    “You are! You are!” screamed the brunette.

     Crystal looked over at her prize, saw the very impressive bulge in his speedos and smiled lasciviously. She looked back down at DJ. “Say…’I’m not woman enough for Dick’…”

     DJ did not hesitate. She did as she was told.

     From on top her beaten rival, the dominant blonde amazon surveyed the scene. Seeing she had the rapt attention of the fight fans, Crystal scooted up and sat on DJ’s chest, painfully pinning the brunette’s arms under her knees. In control, she raised her arms into a triumphant double biceps pose. Dick heard cameras clinking.

    “Tell everybody,” Crystal ordered, lowering her arms, “who’s best.”

      With her last bit of pride, DJ refused to answer.

      SMACK. Crystal whipped a stinging slap across the brunette’s face. DJ started to cry.

    “Did you hear me?” demanded the blonde amazon angrily. “I said…”

     Crystal felt a hand gently pressing on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Dick. “She’s had enough, Crystal,” he said, her hard well developed delt filling his whole hand. “She’s done.”

      The victor looked down on her victim one more time, then stood up. The blonde amazon stepped hard onto DJ’s sternum and hit a few victory poses for the crowd. Dick heard more cameras clicking.

     Crystal finished posing. She strutted toward Dick as two guys from the crowd bent down to help DJ. She will be alright, he thought cynically. Crystal proudly approached Dick and said “Let’s go, Richard.” The blonde amazon grasped his hand and led him away.