Holy Beach Crusaders - Part One

Hello everyone,

Happy Monday! 

This month, I was blessed with being given the opportunity to write an alternate-reality 'beach special' side-story to a fantasy novel (unrelated to 'Harvesting The Witch Queen'), I began working on last year. It's a side-story for 'Holy Crusaders' and I thought you'd be interested in reading this.

The setup: Two busty lesbian lovers (one of them being a goth) go to a tropical island where tall, muscular black men live. 

Please enjoy! 

Holy Beach Crusaders. An Original Hentai Story. By Camille Juteau.

Part One

No clouds in sight.

It was like waking up in the morning. The dream that was experienced earlier during the night felt so real. Felt so real, it could have been. It might have been.

Victoria came back to reality as the car abruptly stopped. Victoria looked to her left and there was her girlfriend, the woman of her life, Christina. She was behind the wheel. The couple had ventured away from their home.

It was beach day today.

“You have been sleeping for a while,” Christina told her.

“Really? I didn’t know I have been sleeping this entire time. Sorry,” she apologized to her redhead girlfriend.

“It’s fine. I prefer you sleeping. You hadn’t been sleeping properly for the last couple of days,” she told her.

“How do you know that?” she asked her.

“You look like shit, sweetheart,” Christina was honest.

“Thank you,” Victoria, the young woman with short, black hair, was still scratching her eyes as her girl parked the vehicle.

“Not saying that to make you feel bad. I love you,” the adorable Christina reached for her and kissed her hair.

“Maybe I would sleep a bit better if your stupid dog wouldn’t keep me busy all night long,” Victoria admitted to her.

“Vigilance keeps you up all night? What? Wait, what are you talking about exactly?” she asked her.

“Well, since he sleeps in the same bed as us, he keeps rolling around all night and moving and waking up. The worst about him is the disgusting, wet noises he makes when he licks himself or something. I can’t stand up. I legitimately think he’s the reason why I’m having trouble sleeping lately. And when I manage to fall asleep, I keep having the same types of dreams. It’s so weird,” she explained.

“What kind of dreams, babe?” Christion asked her, curious.

“It’s strange. It’s as if I am somewhere else. A different world. I’m some kind of warrior or something like that,” she told her.

“Doesn’t seem too bad to me,” she admitted, smiling.

“It’s horrible. It feels so dangerous. Anyway, let’s not talk about this. I don’t want to,” Victoria was ready to move on.

“No problem, girl. I’m not forcing you. Alright. So, that’s the moment when we get out of Baby Dragon. I can’t believe he was able to get us here with the bit of gas I gave him,” Christion said, referring to her own car as ‘Baby Dragon’.

“I can’t believe you call your car ‘Baby Dragon’,’ she said.

The two women jumped out of the car and closed the doors behind them. Finally heading to the beach. They had made it. This place was like paradise on Earth. It was a gorgeous tropical island.

No clouds in sight.

There were no clouds above their heads. Only a pure and bright blue sky.

They left Baby Dragon alone.

“Be good while we are at the beach,” Christion said to the car.

“So, here we are. Still can’t believe you managed to bring me here.”

“What? You needed a vacation. So bad. Trust me. Try to have fun,” she said to Victoria, who gave her a frightening gaze. “Ah, come on, look at this place. It’s beautiful. Come on,” Christina then took her by the and brought her with her to the beach. The fun was just about to start.

“It is beautiful,” she whispered to herself.

“Isn’t it? Alright. I brought a bag with the clothes we are going to wear at the beach,” the redhead mentioned to her as she ran around with her, literally dragging her along.

“Clothes we are going to wear at the beach? What are you talking about? I already wear clothes,” she said to her. And she was right. Victoria was wearing a black t-shirt. A pair of red shorts with golden yellow stripes on the sides of it. She also had adorably sexy light red high-heeled shoes. Not the kind someone should be wearing at the beach. Too gorgeous for the beach, but that was exactly what the goth girl was wearing. Meanwhile, Christion had a light Summer blouse. A pink blouse with nothing underneath it. No brassiere. The blouse was partially unbuttoned as well. Leaving a lot of cleavages to be seen. She also wore a pink ultra-mini skirt and taller and sexier pink high-heels than her girlfriend. More girlie. More provocative.

“I know you already wear clothes. But at the beach, you have to wear a swimsuit. We are going swimming babe,” she explained to her as the two finally made their way to the beach. Right on side of the perfectly blue and gorgeous ocean. They stopped. They both stopped to gaze at this marvellous sight.

Then, sooner rather than later, as the two were slowly beginning to think that they were alone on the beach, people started showing up. Slowly. One after the other. The two women looked around and saw them joining them. It seemed even though all of these people had been here long before them. Enjoying the beach much before them. All the other people at the beach were men for the most part. There were a few women, but all of them were accompanied and seemingly supervised by their men. The men that did have women with them usually had two. One on each side of them. The men were surrounding them with their arms. No other women were there by themselves except for the two newcomers, Victoria and her girlfriend, Christina. All the men were tall. Impressively. All of them nearly double the height of both Victoria and Christina. All of them had mesmerizing and gorgeous dark skin. Muscular and tall men. A total of seven of them could be seen walking around. Slowly gathering and surrounding the two busty outsiders.

“So, I guess that means the beach is pretty popular,” Christina mentioned.

“It seems to be the case.”

“Alright. Time for us to get changed now!” she said, nearly jumping up in the air as she said it. “Oh, I see the changing cabin over there. We can change now and then go swimming together,” and Victoria was being dragged around on the beach. One more time.

***

The manner the changing cabin was built allowed for two persons to change at the same time in different, separate sections. Victoria picked one changing room and Christina picked a different one. Victoria sort of wished Christina would have changed with her, but she simply ran away and picked a different room than her.

In any case, Victoria didn’t think too much of it and closed the door that originally led her to the changing room.

“No lock,” she said out loud. There was no lock, which didn’t surprise her. In her mind, this was a random beach in the middle of nowhere. A remote tropical island that she had never heard about before. The busty goth girl didn’t think too much of it ultimately.

Without wasting any more time, hoping to get back to the actual beach with Christina as soon as possible, she began undressing in the less than ideal dressing room. By the time she had only taken off her shirt, she heard her girl, Christina, opening the door of her changing room and leaving. She was already done changing, which surprised her a bit. She was late.

“What? You are already done?” Victoria shouted.

“Catch you later!” she heard Christina shouting back to her while running. Going back to the beach. Going closer to the beautiful, blue water. Now, she was on her own. She was alone in this shed. In this hole. She shook it off and didn’t think anything was going to go wrong anyway. She continued undressing.

By the time she was all done and that she had taken everything save for her sexy high-heels and that she was about to put on her bikini, she suddenly heard something.

Knock! Knock!

Someone was knocking at the unlocked door of her dressing closet.

“Sorry. Occupied,” she said almost immediately.

Still, the door was opened sooner than she could fully finish her sentence. She was taken by surprise. She was shocked. Victoria didn’t know what to do. A man had just knocked at her door. Didn’t bother to listen to her and opened that same door. She jumped back into the back of the dressing room. Swiftly covered her big breasts. Her cheeks were on fire. She was blushing so much that she felt like she had been trapped or caught or something even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. It wasn’t on her.

“No worries. I don’t mind sharing,” the man who just opened the door said to her was one of these tall guys she saw at the beach earlier with Christina upon their arrival. Just like all the others, he was so tall, he doubled her height. Even as she was still wearing her high heels. The man was among the most muscular ones she witnessed earlier. His lustful and gorgeous dark skin made her blush even more for some reason. He had short brown hair. Wore thick sunglasses. He had a white polo on and a pair of white shirts. Nothing else. He wasn’t carrying anything with him as well. No bags or no other clothes to change into. No swimsuit. Nothing.

“I just said this stall wasn’t freed.”

“Oh, I heard you.”

“Then, what are you doing here?”

“Hanging out,” he simply replied to her.

“Leave now and close that fucking door!” she insisted on him and began getting angry a bit. Ironically, she blushed even more than she did before.

“I will close that door. But I won’t leave,” he told her. Closing the door behind him. Staying with her.

“What kind of game are you playing?” she asked him.

“There will be a lot of fun here, but no games. I can guarantee you that. I told you earlier, I don’t mind sharing in general. So, I don’t mind sharing this stall.”

“But the other one on the other side of that wall is unoccupied.”

“I want this one.”

“What?”

“I don’t mind sharing, but surely mind waiting. So, don’t make me wait any longer,” he told her, insisting.

“What is happening?”

“Go on. Change. Don’t mind me.”

“I think I am going to wait until you are done and leave before doing anything,” she told him.

“Your call,” he said to her as he stripped right in front of her. Removed his shirt. Took off his shorts. The tall man wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath his shorts. He immediately revealed his impressive package to her. His eighteen inches long, semi-flaccid, semi-hard dick and his gigantic testicles. Victoria tried looking away. Desperately. But she was ultimately not able to. She looked down. She gazed at it. This made her blush even more.

“...” she didn’t know what to do.

“Enjoy what you are seeing?” he asked her.

“No. I am not into men,” she said, finally looking the other way.

“That’s impossible.”

“What?”

“Every chick is into men.”

“Not me. I have a girlfriend.”

“So, what? I didn’t say chicks into chicks wasn’t hot. It is. But I know for a fact that you are also into dicks. Look at my meat. Come on. I wouldn’t mind a goth slut right now,” he told her.

She gave in and looked down again. The palm of his right hand was wrapped around his dick this time. Casually jerking himself off while staring at her. Smiling.

Pink hearts suddenly manifested themselves inside of her pupils. Blushed some more as well.

“What do you want?” she asked him.

Jeez! That smell! That wonderful smell. It looks so huge and powerful too, she thought at this moment.

“How about a blow-job, bimbo goth?” he called her.

“And then, you are going to leave me alone, me and my girlfriend?”

“Sure. You have my word,” he promised her.

“Okay… Um… Still. I’ll never suck your dick. Never. I am not into men and nothing is going to be changing this for me,” she sighed.

“You sure about that?”

“Yes. There is no way in hell I would never, ever suck on your beautiful, big, black dick,” and then as she said this, she also found herself slowly moving down to her knees. Moving down in gorgeous slow-motion in the middle of the tiny and disgusting changing room.

By the time she was down on her knees, she was drooling at the mouth. She opened wide and began everything by licking the tip of his glans.

She kept her hands and her arms over her big titties at all times.

No matter what.