Teaching Millie She's Hot Ch. 02

I slid my hands under her tiny bra and began to oil her big nipples. "Ooo, what--what are you doing?" she breathed.

"This fabric is so thin you could get a sunburn through it," I murmured. I stroked and rubbed her sensitive knobs, pulling at her oily tips and letting them pop from my fingers. She hissed and sighed. I twisted and kneaded them in my fingers till I felt her shiver. Then I pulled her little nipple-hiders back into place.

She gasped, "Don't stop.... Oh..." as I slipped my greasy hand beneath her G-string and stroked her smooth, bare pussy. I poured a little oil into her suit bottom and spread it over her mound, and slipped a finger slyly inside her slit and oiled her swollen clit and pussy lips.

She looked at me through slitted eyes and smiled. "Afraid I'm going to get a sunburn there?" she whispered. "Want me to hold my cunt open and toast my pussy meat in the sun?"

"Whatever makes you happy, Big Tits," I whispered back.

"Have I ever told you how much I love it when you call me that?"

I slid one finger all the way up her pussy and twisted it around and around. "Maybe I should call you Juicy Cunt, too," I said.

She giggled. "I'd like that too," she said as I fingerfucked her juicy cunt. I finally took my hand away. She shivered a little, and after a moment, she opened her eyes.

She hadn't forgotten where she was and what she was doing. But now her face was flushed with excitement, and she was all but humming with sexual tension. "Take me to the beach now, Jeff. I don't care who sees me or what they think. As long as you want me, I don't care."

I kissed her, and she kissed me back--a long, hard, deep kiss. "I love you," I whispered.

"I know. And I love you, too. Let's go while I still feel sexy."

We adjusted her tiny suit, I got our blanket and umbrella and the small ice chest from the trunk, and we started walking toward the ocean.

I had her walk in front of me. I enjoyed the sight of my all-but-naked wife walking through the sand; the effort made her big bare ass roll and bounce, and I could see the sides of her huge tits swing and wobble from side to side from behind her. "You look good, baby," I said as I watched her.

"Thanks," she said without looking back at me. I saw that her hands were still trembling.

There was a low, grassy ridge to climb just before we reached the sand, and on its crest was a sign, knee high and maybe three feet wide. I didn't know there was a sign there, but it was perfect and the timing couldn't have been better.

WELCOME TO CHICAS GRANDES BEACH!

it said, in capital letters a foot high. Below, in smaller lettering, it said:

Where the hottest girls in the world come to play! As featured in CURVY Magazine, May, 2008!

Millie looked at me. "'Chicas Grandes'--that means 'Big Girls,' doesn't it?"

"Yep."

She looked at me skeptically. "This is a beach for fat chicks?"

"Not fat. Curvy, like you. And for men who appreciate and love them."

"So every guy here is going to like the way I look?" She was beginning to smile.

I grinned at her. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, baby. You're going to be the hottest babe they've ever seen."

I smiled at her doubtful, but hopeful, expression. "I told you I was going to prove it someday. Today is that day."

Millie stood a little straighter, and seemed to have an air of--anticipation.

We went over the ridge and saw the beach for the first time. We looked around as we walked down the small slope to the sand.

What we saw stopped Millie in her tracks. In front of us and to our left, there was a woman much fatter than Millie, though her tits weren't as big, wearing a bikini almost as small. She was dancing. A small group of men was gathered around her, watching avidly as she wiggled and giggled, shaking her large tits and bouncing her big belly. After a particularly good shimmy, the men would whistle and clap.

Nearby, there was a mixed group of men and women watching; the girls were all heavy, some very large, some just slightly plump, but all wore remarkably tiny swimsuits. Most of them had men's arms around their waists or draped over their shoulders. One pair was kissing, and rather intimately.

Farther on, there were three women sunbathing; all three were topless, and one was lying on her back.. They were all big, with broad fleshy thighs and thick waists.

To our right were similar scenes; a couple, the woman just short of grossly fat, making out in the sand; her swimsuit was a one- piece, but a daring one that left most of her huge ass exposed. The man's hand was stroking it sensuously. A circle of people around a campfire, the girls all fat, the men all staring and smiling. Plump girls in suits of various sizes playing volleyball for an appreciative audience of at least a dozen men.

And everywhere were couples like us, ordinary or even great-looking men and large, or curvy, or chubby women, sitting on blankets and watching the scene together. Bikinis seemed to be the norm, but none were as small as Millie's.

Everywhere, too, were wandering men, singly or in groups of two or three or four, walking in the sand and frankly ogling the girls. None seemed to mind, and I saw some even preening or posing as the men stopped to stare at them. Millie's big blue eyes were wide, looking everywhere, taking it all in.

"Holy shit."

The voice came from behind us. As we turned, another voice said, "I'm in love."

Behind us were three guys. I might as well have been invisible. They were all staring open-mouthed at my wife.

"Oh, my God," said one as Millie turned around. "Look at those tits."

"I am totally in love," said another, evidently the source of the second voice we heard. To my total shock and surprise, Millie smiled brightly.

"Thanks, fellas, but I'm taken," she said, threading her arm through mine. She winked at them, and we started down toward the sand.

I heard one of them mutter, "Lucky son of a bitch." Millie heard him too, and she giggled.

"I think I'm going to like it here," she said. She seemed almost euphoric, and no longer self-conscious at all.

I couldn't believe the sudden change from the terrified Millie who was cowering on the car seat less than an hour before. As we walked along, we heard "Holy shit!" "Day-yum!" "Oh, my God!" and the like, the whole way. And Millie smiled more and more broadly.

She took to the attention like a bird that is finally uncaged takes to the air. She loved it.

As we walked along, we also often heard "Shit," or "Oh, crap," in a disgusted tone. The third or fourth time we heard that, Millie looked the question at me.

"They're looking at your hands," I said. It was true; I had watched the reactions. Millie still looked puzzled. "They're noticing your wedding ring," I clarified with a grin. Millie laughed, delighted, and she absolutely sparkled after that.

We were heading down to the water. I noticed a little extra swivel to her hips as she walked, a little extra jiggle and swing to her huge tits.

The wandering, ogling men seemed to be casually drifting our way. I wasn't surprised. Millie looked naked from a distance, with her pale creamy skin and tiny white bikini--and of course from behind, she essentially was naked. On top of that, any man with eyes would notice her tits at a hundred yards.

The men were gathering around to stare at her, walking nearby, pacing us. Though they kept at a discreet distance, say 20 or 25 feet, they made no pretense of doing anything but eating her alive with their eyes. And from the looks they gave her, their eyes were starving.

Millie's nipples were swelling. Her giant "puffies" were blatantly visible through the stretchy fabric, and her long, fat tips stuck out like a couple of video-game joysticks. With every awed exclamation, they seemed to get stiffer and her knobs more inflated.

She knew it, too. I saw her glance downward and saw her cheeks grow pink. And I saw her smile. She wasn't embarrassed. She was proud.

I had been waiting to see that smile on Millie's sweet face since I first met her. "Give 'em a show, baby," I whispered, encouraging her. She giggled and walked even more sexily, and she let everything she had bounce and wobble freely.

Correction: she *made* everything she had bounce and wobble freely. She was absolutely loving it, and we weren't even down to the water yet.

There were at least 20 men around us when we finally picked a spot. I spread out the blanket, but I left the umbrella on the sand. We might need it later when the sun got high, but for now it was comfortably warm.

Millie made a big show of settling down on the blanket. First she kicked off her sandals so she was barefoot; then she went around and pulled out all the edges, so it was completely flat and wrinkle-free on the sand. That, of course, required her to either squat or bend over. She did both, alternately.

The views were spectacular. Her broad, round, perfect ass, displayed entirely bare; her unbelievably huge tits, swinging and dangling freely, only her nipples covered, and those barely; her swollen pussy lips, clearly visible under her thin, obviously sopping-wet, plastered-to her-crotch white G-string; and not to forget, her curvy, beautiful bare legs and pretty little feet. The men's tongues were all but hanging out as they watched her tease them.

She finally sat down and began to pose and stretch, ignoring them entirely. She showed them no mercy, displaying everything she had with grace and sensual pleasure. "You're really getting into this, aren't you?" I whispered.

She replied in kind, her lips hardly moving. "It's like being surrounded with Jeffs," she whispered. "They all think I'm hot. I never felt like this before in my life."

"Enjoy it, Big Tits," I whispered. "You deserve it. Just remember who loves you."

She looked up at me, her eyes warm. "Let's make out," she suddenly said in her normal voice, so the watching men could all hear. "I want you to hold me and kiss me and feel me all over." She lay back with her arms--and her legs--wide.

I heard a couple of the oglers groan. I lay down beside her, and she whispered, "I'll show you I know who loves me." She lunged at me, and we were instantly in a Hollywood clinch. Her arms around me, her tits against my chest, her tongue in my mouth, and her legs wrapped around mine. She started grinding her pussy against me, and I could imagine the effect on those watching her bare ass undulating as she did it.

I got into the spirit of it. I stroked and fondled her all over, oblivious of the gasps and hisses and moans of our audience. They seemed to make Millie even hotter, though. "Feel my tits more," she whispered into my mouth. "Let them see you feel them all over. Feel my ass..."

We made out like we were teenagers in the back seat of a '57 Chevy, and like we were alone. Millie was holding and squeezing and massaging my dick through my swimsuit, openly, knowing that by this time maybe fifty men and not a few women were watching the show.

I was pulling and twisting and playing with her huge knobs through her suit, and pink crescents of her swollen aureolae were peeking out from her overmatched cotton cups.

She was gasping and nearing orgasm as she sucked on my tongue and kneaded my stiff cock with her pretty hand. As the crowd watched eagerly, Millie stiffened and shuddered, rolling onto her back and crying out in full-on, shivering orgasm in front of everyone.

She was really coming, but she was also showing off for our audience, She let her body go, letting it shudder and jerk convulsively, wildly, shaking all over and pumping her generous, bare hips with her thighs spread wide like she was being fucked by King Kong.

Her tits, trapped between her arms, slipped free of her bra top and vibrated like gallons of white merengue topped with balls of pink foam, her thumb-sized teats pointing at the sky and shaking. She was pulling her G-string tight, and the spreading wetness at her plainly bald and deep-split crotch was keeping it plastered to her clearly visible, swollen cuntlips. It was soaked and almost transparent, and every man there could see her most intimate secrets as she shuddered in blistering orgasm for almost a full minute.

When she finally stopped shaking, the watching crowd erupted in cheers, whistles and applause. Millie looked at them foggily over the mountains of her exposed tits and swollen nipples and smiled and nodded her thanks, stroking her soaking-wet crotch. Then she slipped a hand beneath her G-string and started to finger herself.

I moved back and just sat and watched with the rest as Millie pulled her bra all the way off and worked her fingers in her barely-hidden pussy in front of the crowd.

To my astonishment--and everyone's--she rolled over, got awkwardly up on her knees, then stood up, without ever stopping her masturbation. She was fingerfucking herself in her tiny G-string, standing up in a lewd crouch with her unbelievable tits bare and waggling with the motion on her arm pumping her fingers in her pussy.

She began turning around and around, obviously wanting everyone to see her from all sides as she worked her cunt. "Talk to me," she quavered. "Tell me I look good..."

The crowd, including me, erupted in shouts of encouragement. "You look great, baby!" "You're beautiful!" "Whatta honey!" "Shake those titties!" "Show us that big bare ass!" "Whooo!" "Never seen anything like you, mama!"

And of course, "Take it off!" A split second later, we were all shouting for Millie to shed the G-string and cum naked for us. She was shivering, her orgasm coming close, and I could see the desperation on her face as she looked at me.

I nodded, and my sweet Millie pulled the string at her hip and the G-string fell to the blanket around one ankle. She kicked it away and crouched lower, and we all saw her two pretty fingers frantically sawing in and out of her bald, plump, red and glistening pussy--and she came naked in front of us all, even harder than before.

Everything she had jiggled and waggled and shook; she tossed her tits skyward and bounced them as hard as she could, and lifted her other pretty hand to stretch and pop a fabulous nipple as she squatted lower and lower and rubbed her clit till we thought it must burst into flame.

Then she peaked, screaming "I'm HOT!" at the top of her lungs--

And collapsed into a shivering heap on the blanket, nerveless and unconscious. I knelt by her instantly, and found her limp with her eyes rolled back in her head. I looked up at the crowd, "She's okay," I said. "She's just fainted."

Someone handed me a beach towel to put over her, and I arranged her in a more comfortable position and let her rest.

A lot of the watchers, men and women, came up to express concern, and wonder - and envy. I thanked them, but said little. After a while, they had all drifted off to ogle other women.

Millie came to, or woke up, not long after she had passed out. She was a little disoriented. "Are we still at the beach?" she asked. "That seems like it was days ago.". I recalled the same feeling when I blacked out from a chokehold in a high school wrestling match.

"It was about fifteen minutes ago. We haven't even been here that long. Do you remember what you did?"

She blinked, slowly. "I remember making out with you in front of the men--and I remember cumming--and then I--I got up and--"

She swallowed and looked at me, dumbstruck. "Did I really feel myself off topless and then cum naked in public?" Her face was bright pink.

I held up the two parts of her bikini. She gasped, realizing that she was still naked under the towel. "That was fifteen minutes ago?"

"Sure was."

She looked at me. "Take me home, Jeff."

I tried to reassure her. "It's okay, baby. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I know that. Take me home."

"Then why--"

"Jeff. Listen to me." She lifted a finger like she was lecturing me. "I want you to take me home because I want you to fuck me. Hard. And more than once. And I don't want to do it here. Okay?"

I smiled broadly. "But the bet was, we stay till it gets dark."

"The point was to get me to show myself off here and get to enjoy it, right?"

"Well, yeah..."

"So how about if I walk the length of the beach, both ways, stark naked in front of everybody, and then ride naked all the way home? Will that do?"

I stared at her.

"Okay," I finally said. "Who are you, and what have you done with my Millie?" She cracked up, and so did I. T

rue to her word, she stood up, dropped the towel, and we started walking down the beach. "Tell me what I'm wearing, Jeff," she said. "I want to hear you tell me." Her nipples were swelling again.

"Nothing, Millie," I said. "You're barefoot and completely naked, with a shaved pussy and your big tits and fat ass sticking out bare. Your knobs are all swollen and your bare cunt is red and dripping, and everybody can see you're ready to fuck. You have to walk like this in public and let anybody look who wants to, and you aren't allowed to hide yourself at all. How's that?"

"Oh, God, Jeff--you can"t imagine how hot that makes me." She was trembling.

We were already maybe fifty yards from where we left her bikini and sandals lying on the blanket. "Yesterday this would have been my worst nightmare because I was fatandugly. Today it's a dream come true because I'm totally hot and sexy and every guy here wants to suck my big tits and fuck my juicy pussy. And I have to walk naked in front of them all."

"With your swollen knobs sticking out bare and your cunt juice dripping down your bare legs."

She shivered and almost lost her balance. "I want to stay naked till your dick is in my pussy, Jeff. I want you to fuck me fresh from my naked walk in public. And I want you to make me do it again."

"Huh? Make you do it?"

"I want you to bet me that I have to ride here naked and barefooted, and then I have to use a big dildo till I cum, with nothing on but shiny oil, out on the public beach in front of all those staring guys. And I'm gonna fold on the next card so I have to do it."

Millie looked at me, her face pink, her eyes desperate like when she wanted me to make her pull off her G-string.

I understood now that she wasn't asking for permission; she wanted to be made to do it. "I want to have to do it, like I did today, Jeff. I want that. Okay?"

"Okay. Go over there to to those guys with the boombox and tell them you'll dance naked for them. Then do it. I'll wait here." We were near the end of the beach, and there was a group of young men, college kids maybe, gathered around a small fire with a CD player going. They were all staring at the naked, big-titted woman walking down the beach.

Millie looked at them, shivering. Then she kissed me and whispered "Thank you," and started walking toward them.

As I watched her bumping her bare, wet cunt in their faces and lifting and shaking her tits by the nipples, I thought: Well, this worked out way better than I'd hoped. I won't even need the second part of my plan.

When I take her to the Chubbies strip club tomorrow night, she won't just be watching from a back table and learning that guys like to watch plump women strip naked. Millie is going to be up on the stage.

As she ran back to me, gasping with happiness and excitement, I decided to make her go back and hold her shaved pussy open for them. Then we'd start back down the beach.

Life was going to be exciting from now on, I thought.

And it is. You have NO idea.