Becky Training on the Beach Continued...

Becky is learning how to be an agent for the FACC. (See December Story-The Club)

On a lush tropical beach on a sweltering day, two women stood near a break wall and watched the scenery. It was hot enough that not many beachgoers were present, but that was fine by them. They peered around for a bit but nothing seemed to interest them.

“You’re ready for this?” One of the women asked the other.

She was a tall woman, toned and fit and wearing a plain but attractive bikini. She had curled hair died a two-tone color that blew around wildly in the sea breeze. The woman she spoke to was considerably younger, in her early twenties. She was shorter but well-proportioned and exceptionally fit. She had on a striking bathing suit made more of mesh than fabric that barely covered her. She was eager with anticipation as she looked around.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it. Not that step one wasn’t fun and all.” The woman smiled back.

“Yea, I think you’re ready. No more free rides from you for these idiots.”

“I didn’t mind. The boys were all nice to me, even the ones I was rough with.”

“Of course. Easy targets. Remember Becky, today it’s a cold call. Find one, compromise him, and show us we can start trusting you more.” The taller woman glared at her companion.

“Oh, you can trust me. But once I get one, what do I do?”

“Make him vulnerable and we will come help with the rest. What about that one?” The taller woman pointed to a lean younger male walking down the beach in a bright blue speedo.

“Nah, too scrawny. I want something a little meatier.”

“Don’t get greedy. This is your first time.”

“I know. I just want to get to step three as quick as possible. I think I’ll take that one.” She pointed to a built and athletic man running down the beach.

“Whoa, that’s gonna be tough…” The taller woman shouted in vain as Becky ran toward the man.

The man was not particularly tall but was muscular and had a chiseled body and athletic stride. He wore a highly expensive single piece skinsuit and a swimming cap as though he was ready for competition. He was not running at full speed and Becky calculated her distance to get behind him as he ran. She hoped he would notice her but she was wrong.

Becky ran behind the man but he was focused on what he was doing, or at least appeared so, and did nothing to indicate he saw her. She got somewhat closer to him but was growing irritated with the running and did not want to anymore. She debated her options as he suddenly slowed and stopped.

“Oops!” Becky giggled as she ran into him from behind.

“Oh, hey!” The man turned to her but before he could react Becky through her leg around his thigh and held him for a second.

“Nice ass, guess I wasn’t paying attention when you stopped.” Becky told him as she released him and he turned toward her.

“Thanks, I think. Were you just running behind me because of my ass?” He asked as he put his hands on his hips and caught his breath.

“Why not? You boys do it to us all the time.” She moved a little closer to him and smiled, he smiled back.

“Yea, sure.” He seemed somewhat guarded but intrigued by her.

“You competing or something? What’s all this?” She put her hand on his chest and felt down his tight skinsuit almost to his crotch.

“Not today, I just train in my stuff. I’m here for the Ironman tomorrow.” He was staring at her chest and did not seem to realize it.

“Me too.”

“You’re here for the Ironman?” He was clearly puzzled.

“No, I’m here to find iron men.” She moved her hand down over the visible outline of his cock and gently grabbed it.

“Oh, yea. So, is that common?” He did nothing to stop her and he was clearly readily aroused.

“I don’t know. But I think I’d like to see what’s under all this.” She never let go of him as she pulled at the zipper on his suit.

“Right here?” He looked around as he stopped her from unzipping any further.

“Over by the rocks. Not many people here today. And it’s not like this beach is known for modesty.” She pulled him toward a slightly less open area.

“Yea, I think that works.” He was still looking around anxiously.

“I don’t know how to unwrap that thing you’re wearing though. Can you do it for me?” She asked.

“Um, yea.” He hastily unzipped his suit the rest of the way and Becky watched with great interest how he chose to remove it. It was simple enough but a technique a woman in her new line of work needed to know how to perform.

“Oh my goodness!” She pretended to giggle with surprise as she put both hands on his large erect cock.

“So what do you, um, like to do to guys?” He asked timidly as he held both of her breasts and leaned in to kiss her.

“Let’s just relax and see what happens.” She pulled him toward the ground and the two knelt in the hot sand.

Becky motioned for him to lay back and she leaned in and put the tip of her tongue against his cock. He shivered for a second but tried to stay calm. She could tell he was not experienced with what she was doing to him and kept it as deliberately unsatisfying as possible.

“Oh, there are my friends.” Becky was excited and waved into the distance.

“Wait, what?” The man turned on his side and tried to cover his naked erection.

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll love what they do for you. I think there’s enough of this to go around.” She pulled on his cock as the tall woman from earlier and another jogged up to him.

“Well, look at this beach monster.” The other woman said.

“Um, hi.” The man looked at the three women and clearly realized he was out of his depth.

“Can I, you know, just feel all this muscle?” The taller woman pretended to be timid before she started to run her hands over him. She nodded to the other two and they went to work.

The taller woman started kissing the man and moved behind his head and was rubbing his shoulders. He closed his eyes from the sun and let her massage his tight muscles. The other woman nodded to Becky and she pulled his leg toward her and straddled it, immobilizing him. Becky did the same. The man was pinned by the women but had no idea, and his cock was completely open to them. Becky performed oral sex on him for a minute or so as the other woman massaged his thigh muscles up to his balls. The man moaned a little in pleasure at the satisfying sensations he felt.

“You know what to do. Just give the signal.” The taller woman told Becky and then looked down and was glad to see the man did not react.

Becky nodded to her and the woman moved forward and in one smooth maneuver had her knees on both shoulders and sat down on his face. Before he could really react, Beck slammed her fist down on his balls. The man shrieked and flailed a bit but even his vastly superior strength was incapable of breaking the perfect control the women had of him. Becky hit him again and again and he continued to shriek and scream.

“Do they always make that sound?” Becky screamed with delight and could not contain the joy that brutalizing the man was giving her.

“Again. And yea, these real athletic types tend to be pretty noisy. The big ones, like the bodybuilders are less sensitive. But man, wait until you get like a runner or a dude that is just all dry muscle, they really can’t handle it.” The other woman told Becky as they took turns hammering his genitals.

“I think he’s ready.” The taller woman said and Becky looked at her puzzled.

The women back off of the man who immediately tried to protest and cover his battered balls with his hands. He did exactly the wrong thing and tried to sit up to escape. The taller woman put him in a headlock and started to choke him as he rose and he sunk back to his knees. He gasped and snarled as the other women got his arms under control and held him fast.

“This is a team effort. Ready?” The other woman asked Becky and she nodded.

The two of them rammed their knees simultaneously into their prey’s cock and balls in a devastating blow that made his eyes go wide. They released him and he fell to his side, his protests mere high-pitched whimpers. Unfortunately for the male, his good fortune at being born with such a large cock made it impossible for him to completely protect himself from what the women were continuing to do.

“Is that it?” The taller woman asked.

“Nope!” Becky replied with glee as she kicked him over and over. She gave him one final kick to the head that dazed him and left him on his back clutching his crotch.

“Good enough.” The taller woman told her and the three casually walked away, leaving the man to recover on the ground.

“That was so much fun! Will he be like okay?” Becky asked.

“Very well done. Yes, he will recover. They think they won’t but those things are more durable than they look. As long as you don’t twist them too much they don’t really get damaged. He’s in a lot of pain so his body is pumping endorphins right now so he won’t be getting up for a little while.”

“Awesome! So do I pass?”

“Few more tries. That was a good one but you couldn’t have taken him alone, not that we expected you to. Let’s get some smaller ones under your belt and then we can talk about the next step.” The other woman told her with a warm smile on her face.

“Do you think he was like a member?” Becky asked.

“Probably not, a male club member competing here with a body like that would surely act much differently around you. My guess is he’s just a guy in great shape. But, that’s even better.”

“Why?”

“We will apologize, pretend it was a misunderstanding, and he will get a trial membership. Always good to add to the inventory. As it is, we have a rogue male here for the same competition tomorrow. Dani is dealing with him today. With her, you can never tell if she’s going to do permanent damage.” The other woman ran her thumb across her neck in a gesture of impending death.

“Nice, where is she at?”

“Probably up the beach a ways. She can handle herself.”