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Beach Party

By: sweet throat(f)



Okay... I can write some more I think... Oh, yes... The Boys... I laugh when I look back on so many of the dumb situations I've gotten myself into... It's like I could always see something coming, but never tried to avoid or change it... 

I sat in my room that evening... trying to figure out what to wear... He said something "killer"... I was suspicious... but at the same time... I have always enjoyed male attention... Honestly... the more guys I saw falling over themselves over me... motivated me even more... I decided on a pair of white shorts and a yellow halter that laced up the front. The beauty of the halter was that I couldn't get it laced tightly enough without suffocating me, so there was like about an inch of flesh visible between my breasts. It was the only size they had in the store when I bought it... and I had to have it... The effect on my cleavage was pretty dramatic, and the material was that rubbery stuff like on a body glove bathing suit. 

I put on a pair of sandals and thought I looked pretty cute... I put my hair in a single ponytail and tied it with an elastic scarf. I remember descending the stairs after Jim, my brother, had yelled at me for the 87th time to "come on, let's go" I felt my heavy breasts bobbing up and down as I walked down the stairs... It definitely had the correct effect on my brother... He apologized for yelling and everything. We got in his car and he drove us to the Boardwalk. 

We met his friends there, Zeke and Arnie... I was only able to put up with them, because I LOVE the rides... especially the roller coaster! Jimmy wouldn't ride it... scardy cat... but Zeke and Arnie rode it with me till Arnie got sick... Yuck... That killed that... cuz they wouldn't' let me ride alone... Something about the "wrong" kind of guys might try something with me... Right... 

After the last ride with Zeke, we found Jimmy and Arnie carrying a big cooler telling us to follow them down to the beach... It was dark but with the moon out, we could see fine... and the temp was perfect! They spread out a blanket and opened the cooler that had beer and munchies... and a bottle of Tequila! I accepted a beer and sat with them in the warm sand... kicked off my sandals and was digging my toes into the sand... when they started drinking shots of Tequila... telling me it was MAN's stuff and not for girls... That's like waving a red flag in front of a bull to say that to me... 

After 3 or 4 shots of TeKillya... I was sloppy drunk... The guys were telling jokes... most off color for me normally... but I didn't care at that point... As we sat there Zeke had begun rubbing my feet... which I absolutely LOVE!!!!! I just leaned back and let his fingers work magic on my feet and ankles... The next thing I knew, Arnie was rubbing my shoulders... I was in heaven... I looked over at Jim... who was sitting across from the three of us just staring at us... 

Zeke's hands were slipping up my calves and Arnie's hands were going down my arms and occasionally brushing against the sides of my breasts... but I had my eyes closed... enjoying the attention AND the effects of the tequila. That's when Arnie turned me sideways and kissed me on the lips as he was squeezing my tit... At the same moment or two... I can't remember exactly... I felt Zeke's tongue and lips between my thighs... I found myself on my back with my legs spread... Zeke licking all around my the bottoms of my shorts and sucking on my pussy THROUGH my shorts! I started to fight back with my hands beating on Arnie's shoulders as he kissed me and suddenly felt the strings give way holding the halter on... 

My breasts were free and Arnie's mouth left mine gasping as he started sucking on one tit and squeezing the other... I was crying out to Jim... but as I looked over at him, he was mesmerized... I felt my shorts and panties being pulled down over my bucking hips as Arnie crawled up to straddle my ribcage... He was still squeezing my tits as I heard his zipper go down and the next thing I knew, his cock was lying between my tits... and he was pumping it in and out between them... Zeke had his mouth and tongue sucking and licking me to an incredible orgasm... and I couldn't do anything but moan and cry out in pleasure... Suddenly, I felt Arnie's cockhead pushing into my gaping mouth... and that's when Jim jumped up... When he saw me sucking hungrily on this cock and undulating my hips into Zeke's face... He started screaming and pushing them off me... 

I was crying out "Noooooo"... as Jim was pulling me to my feet, pulling up my shorts that were around my knees and fumbling with my halter trying to get the strings tied... The guys were pleading with Jim; telling him that he was messing up "OUR" plans... After hastily tying the laces... only barley covering my breasts... my shorts back on... he dragged me crying to the car... with the Boys catcalling in the background that Jim only wanted me for himself... My mind was cluttered with tequila and what had happened... I could still taste cock in my mouth and my pussy tingled in wetness... 

We drove home in silence, until we were in front of the house. Judging by the car's in the drive-way, my parents were home, and probably Randy, my younger brother too. Jim wanted me to stop crying before we went in... I was asking him WHY he had done this... and he could only tell me how hot I looked and how great an idea it was originally... but after he'd seen me in that compromising position... he got "JEALOUS"! Figure that one out! I tried to console him now, as I heard the hurt and frustration in HIS voice now... instead of mine... All of a sudden, "I'm" the one in control... I told him I'd over heard their entire conversation in his room... and he asked me why I agreed to go with them... I told him I wanted too... but then got scared when things actually started happening... 

I remember looking into his big brown eyes and telling him I heard EVERYTHING... even about how he wanted me to perform orally on him... It was like for some time he'd had this oral fixation about me... the bananas... the jokes and innuendoes... He told me everything came to a head when he heard about me in the drive inn... it about killed him to know that I was doing what he'd always wanted for himself... even if he WAS my brother! 

So, I slipped down from my seat to the floor and pulled him more to the center of the car seat and undid his pants and pulled his cock out... I can still see it sticking up in front of my face as I type now... all big and hard and veiny... I stroked it while talking to him... telling him that I knew how much he had wanted this and that secretly... I had too... and I jammed his big cock into my mouth and sucked it for what must have been 5 minutes... He couldn't sit still and the more he struggled, cursed, and grabbed my head... the harder and deeper I sucked his cock... until it exploded in my mouth... I gulped and swallowed like my life depended on it... until he softened and slipped out of my exhausted jaws! I used my fingers to wipe the drops of cum that dribbled out onto my chin and licked them clean. 

Neither of us said a word as we entered the house. Randy was waiting by the door, and immediately began badgering Jim…telling him that "we" had been in the car a LONG time... and that he had only seen ONE head most of the time... *S*... I didn't wait to hear how the argument turned out. I went straight up to bed... Omigod... Tequila...

Beach Party



Many years ago I spent my summer in one of the coastal cities of South Carolina. My uncle owned a big electrical supply house there and offered me a job for the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college. I figured why not go? I was sick of weeding the greens at the local golf course, and when I wasn’t working I could spend my time at the beach. Of course, being a northern boy, I didn’t know about the heat and humidity in Carolina in the summer. Try spending your day lugging around bundles of 1” heavy wall conduit in 100 degree heat. 

I was a summer fill-in guy, and handled the job of anyone who went on vacation. So though I usually worked in the warehouse, sometimes I was taking orders and I even did some deliveries. That’s how I met Mary Lou. She worked for some small outfit and would check the orders I delivered to her company. Mary Lou was a very small girl, about 5’2” and maybe 95 pounds. She had this lush honey blonde straight hair that fell half way down her back and she was extremely cute. But her voice was the clincher. She had a little girl voice with a perfect southern accent. The first time she spoke to me I was hooked. (Remember that cartoon with the wolf sitting in the nightclub listening to the singer and howling? That was me.) Now I had always thought of myself as a breast man, but Mary Lou’s breasts were pretty small as far as I could tell. (She dressed rather conservatively, and her clothes didn’t reveal much). I didn’t care. I just wanted to look into those green eyes and listen to her speak. Within a week of meeting her, I asked her out. Before long we were spending all our spare time together. Her voice may have been childlike, but she had an iron will and was very intelligent. She was just fun to be with. It was only later that I was to discover that she had the most perfect ass in the south. And her legs were to die for. Two out of three ain’t bad.

I am a small person. I’m only 5’4” and weigh only about 150. But I was a relatively big-time athlete. I was a three year starter on our college wrestling team (and one year we placed in the top ten in NCAA Division I). So I was small but mighty. Fortunately I guess, my prick is disproportionately large for my frame. It’s 7 ½ inches long when angry. I’m not one to measure, but there was this townie girl back at college (we called her the sword swallower), who was determined to go down on one mile of cocks before she died. She actually kept a journal and carried a tape measure. Every guy she went down on got a place in her journal with the number of inches. She wasn’t expecting much from me, but got well over half a foot of cock for her trouble. Last I saw her she claimed to be past 1600 feet. You have to admire a person with goals. Anyway, even though 7 ½ inches isn’t huge, on my small body it looks like a python. 

Mary Lou was 19 at this time. She had two friends she had been with since 7th grade. They got together about twice a week and spent most of their time together drinking, laughing, and talking dirty. Emily was about 5’8”, with red hair and freckles, an hour-glass body and above average looks. She was a party girl type who I never saw in a bad mood. Wanda was a really good looking blonde, maybe 5’5” with a great figure. The effect was spoiled when she opened her mouth. She was originally from some hick town in the boondocks of Georgia and had this back country southern accent that to my ears was barely intelligible. Every sentence she spoke contained some derivation of the word “fuck”. And she wasn’t real bright. Still, she was funny and fun, and if she kept her mouth shut she was quite easy on the eyes. After meeting her I knew that if I hadn’t been dating Mary Lou, Wanda would have been a prime candidate for a night of drink and debauchery.

After I had been dating Mary Lou for over a month, she decided that I should be a part of one of her little parties with her friends. Emily and Wanda were both 20 and both married. Mary Lou explained to me that down South, if a girl didn’t plan to go to college (and few of them did from her socio-economic level), she got married. Both girls had been married immediately after graduation from high school. Mary Lou almost had done the same thing until she had an attack of sanity. Emily’s husband was an almost stereotypical southern jerk. He was a sexist racist asshole who mostly was interested in hunting, fishing and drinking. He was about a foot taller than me and must have outweighed me by a hundred pounds, but at least forty pounds of it was beer. Wanda’s husband was a low-life, pot-smoking, pale-faced, skinny reprobate who had never held a job in his life. She paid for everything and he sat on his ass and got high. Neither of these two were ever invited to the girl’s parties (Mary Lou couldn’t stand either of them), so I was surprised when she insisted that I come. Actually they came to me, ‘cause I was staying at my uncle’s vacation cabin on the beach, about 15 miles north of town. Back then the beach was totally secluded, with only a few houses and fewer people. 

When these girls got together they usually drank rum and coke, and I mean they put it away. I wasn’t much of a drinker, so I suggested we do some grass as well. None of the girls smoked (even the one with the stoner husband), so I thought it might be interesting to do honey slides. For the innocent among you, honey slides are made by cooking a quantity of cleaned pot in a skillet until the stuff starts to smoke. Then you pour it onto a tablespoon of honey and suck the stuff down your throat. The cool thing about honey slides is they don’t work right away. It might take half an hour, sometimes even an hour before they hit you. After a while you’re thinking “shit, we didn’t cook it enough, this isn’t going to work”. Before long you forget you even did it. Then it hits you. But the effect isn’t gradual, like it is when smoking. It’s like: “I’m straight… I’m straight… I’m straight… I’m shit-faced!” The stuff hits you like a ton of bricks and lasts forever. 

We had been playing some board game (seems to me it was “Aggravation”), and the girls were drinking. Now all along, the girls had been kidding each other about their significant others. (Even though Mary Lou and I had only been seeing each other for a little while, I was graciously included in the mix). Emily and Wanda were both saying how hung their husbands were. And they were kidding Mary Lou that she didn’t need that much because she was so small, which according to them was lucky for me. I was like “hey girls, don’t hold anything back just because I’m here”. Mary Lou is normally quiet and is very reticent to talk about sex so she didn’t come to my defense. The talk had gotten pretty risqué (which is the way these girls usually talked to each other during these get-togethers apparently). Then the honey slides kicked in. 

It’s hot even at night on the beach in South Carolina in August. We were all dressed in shorts and tee shirts, but were still feeling the heat (me more than them, they were used to it). Finally Wanda said, “These fucking clothes are making me stew. Let’s go swimmin’.” Everyone suddenly realized that we were almost magically and instantly totally fucked up, and we started laughing hysterically. 

Mary Lou said, “Wanda, you know we don’t have our bathing suits!” 

Wanda just laughed. “Who needs suits? We skinny dip all the time.” 

Emily agreed. “Honey, you ain’t got nothin that everyone here hasn’t already seen. I’m stewing too. Let’s get out of these sticky old clothes and cool off.”

Mary Lou wasn’t through. She said, “But what about Joey?” 

Wanda stuck her elbow in my side. “Ya’ll don’t care if we all go skinny dippin’, do ya?” 

“Who me”, I asked innocently?

Wanda replied “I didn’t think so.”

I was more than a little surprised here. I had known these girls for more than a month, and like every normal guy, I had been trying to envision what Emily and Wanda would look like sans clothing. In my mind’s eye they looked pretty good. But I was must have been ready to see the real thing, ‘cause my shorts were starting to feel real uncomfortable. Really, it wasn’t that sudden. Sitting around for an hour watching three sexy young girls speak Southern and talk dirty had already gotten my interest. These girls had never seen me in a bathing suit, and I always wore loose fitting shirts, so when I took the lead and removed my shirt, Emily’s and Wanda’s eyes looked like saucers. Truth be told, I was chiseled back then. I already had a wrestler’s body and had put on twenty pounds of solid muscle over the summer carrying around that fucking conduit. My weight class jumped from 134 as a sophomore to 150 as a junior. Emily was used to seeing her beer-bellied loud mouth. Wanda slept with a skinny wimp. Let’s face it: one of the effects of honey slides in my experience was to make you horny as hell. Almost anyone looks good to you when you are fucked up on honey slides. Ergo, I looked good to them. 

I paused after taking off my shirt, obviously demanding that the girls follow suit. Of course, Wanda was the first to go. She gave me a meaningful sexy look, then grasped the bottom of her tee shirt and just pealed it right off. I was very pleased to see that (as I had figured) she was not wearing a bra. When her shirt came off, there were her 36 C’s sticking out and those round brown nipples were pointing in my direction. I felt them beckoning to my lips. My shorts seemed to be getting tighter. Emily shrugged her shoulders and slipped out of her shirt. She was wearing a bra that must have been industrial strength to hold up those monster boobs. Her cleavage poured out the top of her bra, making me consider what I might like to stick there. Mary Lou was very business-like in taking off her shirt. She reached around and unclasped her bra, looked at me and defiantly dropped it to the floor. Those perky little 32B breasts looked like they needed a mouth to cover them up. Finally Emily showed some mercy to that over-worked bra and released the clasp, unleashing those prodigious milk-white red speckled breasts. That did it for me. My prick felt like it was trying to bore a hole through the fabric off my shorts. It was painful. Maybe that’s why I didn’t baulk when Wanda turned to me. She was starting to breathe a little heavily (so was I). 

She said, “Well hell, it’s ‘bout time you went ahead and took it all off, Joey. I’ve seen everything these other two have to show, but I’m sure as hell eager to see what’s been pushing up those shorts of yours.”

All three girls’ eyes were riveted on me as I slid my fingers under the waistband of my shorts. I hooked my underpants at the same time. I turned my back on them and stripped. When I turned around my prick was sticking up at a 45 degree angle and it must have looked like it was a foot long to the girls. All I know is, to me it felt like a piece of steel. I heard Emily gasp and Wanda said “My fucking God!”

I guess I’ve never had three sets of female eyes on my dick at the same time. It seemed to like the attention. Wanda hurriedly pulled down her shorts, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all; and revealing a dark blond neatly shaved bush that was designed to highlight her protruding cunt lips. Oh, yeah! Emily quickly followed suit. That’s right, she’s a real redhead. She had lots of soft red curls covering her pubic area. Mary Lou slowly pulled off her shorts and then her conservative cotton panties. But though she was last, she still was the best. Her cuntal hairs were almost platinum. They were sparsely growing around her cunt, but Christ, she looked like a little girl. My cock looked and acted like a divining rod, standing straight up in the air, and then pointing to the nearest cunt. But in the end it pointed at Mary Lou. That perfect small, round ass; those slender, muscular legs; that moist warm, glove-like pussy, all made me want to cancel the rest of the evening and push her into the bedroom. 

But Wanda had other ideas. “Let’s go swimming” she said. So I turned the lights off inside the house and we sneaked out on the porch to see if anyone was on the beach tonight. It was the middle of the week and only a couple of the houses had people staying. We had the beach to ourselves. Emily and Wanda ran down to the water, while Mary Lou and I strolled behind, me trying to clandestinely goose her. I cupped her left ass check and massaged it, working my hand closer and closer to her center. But just as I thought I might slip a finger in from behind, Mary Lou reached back and slapped my hand. 

“Please don’t do that Joey” Mary Lou said quietly. 

I wasn’t very apologetic. “Baby, you’re driving me crazy. If we don’t get together soon for some serious humping and thumping, I’ll lose it.”

“I know”, she said. “I’m so aroused. I just can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

I figured she must have been aroused, because that’s the first time I heard her use that word in any context. I leaned closer to her and her hand accidentally brushed my dick. It felt good. Then her hand rubbed my dick again, and I realized it wasn’t accidental. She was doing what she could for me as unobtrusively as possible. It didn’t make matters better. It made them worse. 

The girls had waded out to about where when a wave came in the water was up to their waists, but when the wave receded I could see both of their cunts. Now this is my idea of skinny dipping. Mary Lou and I went out to join them. Of course they were splashing water on us all the way out. Then we were just doing what everyone always does in the ocean. Swimming, splashing, dunking, laughing. Suddenly one of the girls grabbed my butt and we all started playing grab-ass. I was getting to cop a feel off all the girls and they were copping a feel off of me at the same time. What started as a small step over the line soon took on a life of its own. We were no longer splashing or laughing, but we were feeling. My hand first came up from the water to fondle Emily’s boobs, tweak the round red nipples, just massage those milky whites. 

Emily said “Joey, that’s my weakness. Don’t do that to me. It makes me crazy!”

But I noticed she wasn’t pushing my hands away. All four of us were tightly together, facing each other in the water. I had a tit against each side of my chest, but the tits belonged to two different women. My right hand, as I said, was busy with Emily’s tit. My left hand worked its way down to Wanda’s ass and just squeezed. Mary Lou was facing me, but so close that she was boob to boob with both of her friends. Suddenly a hand cupped my cock and fondled it lovingly. That was the contact I had been looking for. I had a hand on my cock and I didn’t know whose it was. My cock was gripped firmly. Now that hand was jerking back and forth, back and forth. The hand sped up. A second hand took hold of my balls. I could feel myself starting to lose it.

“Hey boy, what’s going on down under that water. You look like you’re ‘bout to have a stroke! We better get back inside before you make a fool of yourself.” Wanda’s broke the spell for me and I smiled sheepishly at her. I said, “Yeah, maybe we should go on in.”

All four of us walked back out of the water and across the sand to the house. My dick hadn’t lost any of its hardness. It pointed the way back, and the girls seemed willing to follow. There is something inherently sexy about watching a naked woman walk. It’s a least three times as sexy watching three naked women strolling across the beach.

We returned to the living room and sat down and continued the party, but this time without our clothes. Nobody made any attempt to get dressed, so it certainly wasn’t my place to bring the matter up. I realized that the living room seemed to be filling up with a musky odor. I could smell each of them, it seemed. My prick was starting to bob up and down and three sets of eyes were following its movement. Mary Lou took here eyes off of my cock long enough to turn to her friends and ask “Are your husbands bigger than that?” Emily just shyly shook her head, but Wanda said “Hell, no. I’ve been fucking a pencil.” 

I guess I was kinda wondering what we were going to do for an encore, when Wanda yelled, “Hey! Emily has something to tell us. Tell us what happened at your house this week, Emily.”

Emily frowned and said to Wanda, “Will you shut your mouth!”

Mary Lou looked puzzled. “What have you been doing that you haven’t told me, girl?” she asked. 

Emily had turned redder than before. Her freckles seemed to come together and her tits were turning from white to pink. Finally she said “Okay, I’ll tell. But each of you has to tell something on yourselves, too.”



Emily’s Story

“Mary Lou, you know that guy that lives behind me at the trailer park? I swear he’s been making passes at me for months. I just didn’t know what to make of it. And Johnny’s been drinking so much lately that we hardly ever make love. If he wants to do it, he just climbs on, sticks it in, climbs off and he’s done. I guess he’s never been that good in bed. So when David in the back kept coming on to me, I wanted to. I knew it was wrong and that God would strike me down dead if I ever did it. But I couldn’t help myself. I really wanted him to make love to me! Last Wednesday I was just being lazy, lying in bed and thinking about David and well, you know. I was getting kind of worked up. Now I don’t lie around the house in the mornings playing with myself, so you just forget I ever said that. I was horny is all. David works nights, and he always knows when I’m home. Well hell, my car sits parked right next to his window. It must have been about 11:30 in the morning when I heard a knock on my door. I was still in my baby dolls, so I cracked open the door a bit to see who it was when David just pushed his way into my house! He looked me up and down like I was the door prize at the bingo parlor and said ‘my, my sweet thing. You are what I’ve been looking for all my life.’ I was already excited and you know how I am, I can’t hide how red I turn. And those pajamas are so thin, my chest was sticking out almost as much as it is right now. I didn’t know what to do, I swear. He just stepped right up to me and took me in his arms, and kissed me. I do like kisses that don’t smell like beer. And his hands were all over me. He grabbed my behind. Then his other hand was on my chest, pinching my nipples. You know how it affects me when someone fondles my breasts! I just figured if God wanted me to stop, he wouldn’t have put me into the situation in the first damn place. I thought I was going to climax standing just inside my door. Then I realized we were standing there with the door open! I broke away from him and slammed the door shut. But he came up behind me and cupped both of my breasts in his hands. I closed my eyes and felt like swooning. He was kissing my neck, and I could feel him, you know, hard against my back side right through his pants. I swear, right then and there I would have done anything that man wanted me to do. I just couldn’t help myself! He led me into the bedroom. It’s right off of the living room, you know. This man was having his way with me, and I hadn’t spoken one word to him. He slipped down my bottoms, and lifted up my top. I was standing there in front of David in my altogether, just like I am right now. Joey, I have to tell you, you are only the third man that’s ever seen me naked. And it’s been two strange men in just a few days! I am such a harlot! He pushed me down onto the bed, and I just laid there watching as he got undressed. I thought he looked great until I saw you, Joey. I really didn’t need any preliminaries; I don’t think I had ever been so ready for it before. I expected David to just stick it right in like Johnny does. Instead he started kissing my thighs! He pushed my legs apart and kept kissing closer and closer to my, you know.” 




Beach Party



“It’s a pussy, you stupid bitch” shouted Wanda.

“Okay, my pussy. There’s no need to talk to me that way. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He put his mouth right on it. And he stuck his tongue inside me. I was so hot! I couldn’t help it; my hips were moving with his tongue. And he started sucking on my, you know.”

“Your fucking clit! It’s a clit, you clit!” Wanda had had enough of Emily’s roundabout way of speaking.

“Yes, he was sucking on my, uh, clit. I was close, really close to my climax, when I heard a car roll up next to the house! Johnny had to choose this day to come home over his lunch break! I pushed David away from me, I was frantic. I pointed him towards my closet and in he went stark naked, holding his clothes in his hands. I got back into my pajamas and put on my robe quick as I could. Just in time, because Johnny walked into the house just then. He said ‘baby, don’t you ever get dressed during the day?’ I told him I was just being lazy that day, and that I hadn’t expected him to come home or I would have had his lunch ready. He said he hadn’t come for lunch; he was going to pick up something at Hardee’s on the way back to work. He just came by to get some car magazine he had promised to lend to a friend of his. And then, I swear to God, he says ‘hey baby, how about a little afternoon delight?’ What was I supposed to say? That I wasn’t in the mood? I’ve never been more in the mood in my life (till now). He led me back into the bedroom and started taking off his clothes as fast as he could. What could I do? I took mine off too and lay on the bed. He climbed on top of me, just like always. And you know what? I looked over at the closet and there was David, still naked with the door partly opened. I could see he had his hand on his thing!”

“His prick. It’s his prick” screamed Wanda.

“Yes, well there he was moving his hand up and down, masturbating right in front of me while Johnny was sliding his into me. I was so wet! Johnny lasted longer than he ever had before, because I guess I had never been so open before. He was pounding into me, and I was looking David in the eyes, and then watching him jerk his cock up and down. Again I was ready to climax. Finally I was going to climax! Johnny started groaning. I was moaning and then, oh, I’m so embarrassed, I started screaming. I never scream. I saw David close his eyes, push his hips forward and suddenly he started shooting this white stuff onto the floor of my closet. I grabbed Johnny’s butt and tried to pull him deeper into me and I started to climax. I was pushing into Johnny and screaming when finally Johnny gave out that little groan that means he is done. I saw the closet door slide shut just as Johnny said ‘girl will you be quiet? That guy next store can hear you from here.’ I don’t know, I just thought that was funny. I started laughing till I couldn’t stop. That damn fool just got up, got dressed and left. David opened the closet door and walked back into my bedroom. I never got a real good look at him when he was all the way hard, but he was all the way soft now. You know, the first words I spoke to that man all day long were ‘you’d best go on home. God’s gone and showed us that He don’t want this to happen.’ I don’t think David was that disappointed. From the looks of it, he wasn’t gettin’ it up again any time soon anyway. So I guess I’ve been wondering since then, does a tongue count as being unfaithful?”

I guess you could say there were at least three people who were breathing kind of heavy at the end of that story. Emily was giving out a distinct musky odor, and my prick seemed to point in the direction of that odor. I could see dampness starting to run down her thighs. She was definitely turned on.

Emily said to me. “I know you’re not a regular at these here parties, but since you’re here, you’ve got to do your part. Tell us a story about one of your conquests, young man.” I had been trying to think of some story that would be worth telling. For a minute I thought I was going to have to tell the story of the sword swallower, cause I don’t have that many experiences to brag about. But then I remembered one that was pretty good. So I said, “I guess I could tell you about the time I was raped.” 

Joey’s Story

This happened last Christmas. We had a fraternity Christmas party off-campus at some semi-nice hotel in town. We rented a ballroom for the party, and each guy had a room at the hotel for himself and whatever girl he invited to the get-together. I was dating Barb, this chick I had met in English 201. She was pretty and nice and smart, characteristics that work for me. We had been seeing each other for a couple of months by this time, and the relationship had become somewhat strained, if you know what I mean. We had been to a party in November and Barb had had a few drinks and then gone ballistic, swearing and screaming at me for no reason I could discern. I wrote the whole incident off as being caused by the drink. But then at the Christmas party, the same thing started to happen. She started slurping down those Manhattans or whatever the hell shit she was drinking and before long she became totally abusive. I finally realized that in vino veratis. 

Wanda had had enough of this. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean? Can’t you speak American like the rest of us?” So I said, “Sorry Wanda, it means in wine there is truth.” Wanda wasn’t satisfied with that. “That doesn’t make any more fucking sense than that French shit.” “Let me get back to my story and I’ll try to be clearer”, says I.

The truth was that she was a bitch on wheels. She only let her guard down when she got shit-faced. She showed her true colors when she drank. I saw no reason to spend the evening being insulted, so I downed several drinks very fast and kind of drifted off to my room. Truth be told, I was drunk as a skunk. I don’t even remember going to bed, which is unusual for me. I’ve only blacked out once or twice in my life, and this was one of those times. I woke up the next morning horny as hell. Barb was lying on the other bed so in an ecumenical spirit of letting bygones be bygones, I fucked her senseless (which for her wasn’t a very long journey). That was, by the way, the last time I dated Barb. As far as I was concerned, we were through.

Emily said, “That’s not much of a story, Joey. Here I am telling you these intimate secrets, and you tell us some awful story of how you were emotionally raped. I mean, I guess I feel sorry for you, but you will admit that it isn’t very exciting.”

Ah, but I’m just getting to the point. The president of our fraternity is one of those real annoying type guys. He gets straight A’s, he’s in the college choir, and he always talks like he is speaking to an audience. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the word ‘fuck’ come out of his mouth, which is almost unbelievable in a fraternity. He’s just annoying. This guy, Wally, was engaged to this chick Amanda. Most of the brotherhood was invited to their wedding which took place just after they graduated. 

Amanda is kind of hard to describe. She is extremely smart. She is going to grad school in some techie subject or other. She’s in the top 10 in the class in G.P.A. That’s Grade Point Average, Wanda. But there is something sensual about her. I never could see her with Wally. She is cool and he is a Nazi. She looks like a Cheshire cat, all furry and soft and round. Her lips were huge (so were her boobs). I only knew her vaguely, since Wally and Amanda were senior big-shots and I was a lowly sophomore. But I must admit that once or twice I had pictured those huge soft lips wrapped around a certain part of my anatomy.

Wanda had to chime in “They must have been huge if you thought they could wrap themselves around that cock.” I said, “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Several days after the party I was lounging around the living room in my fraternity waiting for the next round of “Oh, Hell” to start. We had two pretty much constant card games going in our living room, one with Bridge and one with Oh Hell. I always thought the Bridge guys were a bunch of pussies. People joined or left the game as classes started or ended. There was a break for dinner, and then the games usually went till two or three in the morning. This is pretty sexy stuff, right? So I was in the living room when Amanda walked in. She looked worried or something and she walked in my direction. I said to her ‘Wally isn’t here. I think he’s at some student government meeting.’ But Amanda said, ‘I know. I didn’t come to see Wally. I came to see you.’ I felt like Ralph Cramden, you know going ‘ahubada ahubada ahubada’. I had no idea that Amanda even knew I existed let alone would have any interest in talking to me. I finally blurted out ‘What do you need to see me for?’ She looked uncomfortable and looked around. There were one or two guys setting up things at the card tables and more guys drifting in from the dining room. ‘Would you mind talking to me up in your room?’ she asked. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got up thankfully without stumbling on to my face and led her into the hall and up the stairs to my room. My roommate was spending evenings at the pub at that time, so we had the room to ourselves. I closed the door behind us and sat down on my bed. She walked to the door and locked it, then turned to me, looking upset. She said, ‘I hope you don’t mind, but I need to talk to you and I don’t want anyone walking in on us. It would be too embarrassing.’ It wouldn’t be too embarrassing to me. But I didn’t say anything. I figured she would tell me what was bothering her. But I couldn’t figure out where I fit in to the equation. 

‘Do you remember the party on Saturday night?’ she asked. I said, ‘Barely. I guess I really tied one on. Were you there?’ She nodded. ‘Wally and I got there pretty late. But Wally started drinking very heavily and he got pretty drunk.’ I sympathized with her, but really, what’s a Christmas party for? I said, ‘Most everyone was pretty drunk that night. You can’t blame Wally for that.’ I find it’s best to stick up for your fraternity brothers, even a dork like Wally. You never know when you might need them to stick up for you. She went on with her story. ‘Wally was really tired and wanted to go up to bed, but I wasn’t ready to go yet. I was having fun. So he went without me. After a while most people had gone to bed for whatever reason and there were only a few people left. Your girlfriend Barb was sitting in a corner with several of your fraternity brothers and they were French kissing! I could tell that a couple of the boys had their hands inside Barbs blouse. She didn’t seem to mind, but Joey, she seemed to be very drunk. I went over and I told those boys off, then I grabbed Barb’s hand and told her I was taking her to her room. Her eyes were half closed and she was mumbling. I don’t think she had any idea where she was. I led her out of the ballroom and into the lobby. I asked the desk clerk what room you were in. I practically had to drag Barb all the way to the room. She was complaining, I guess, but I couldn’t understand any of the words. I got to the room and asked her to give me the key, but she couldn’t understand me. I searched her but she didn’t have a key. So I knocked. Joey, I knocked and knocked, louder and louder. I heard someone across the hall open the door to see what the commotion was about. Finally the door opened. The room was dark. I led Barb into the room and turned on the light. Joey you were standing there stark naked! And your thing! It was hard as a rock. It stood straight up and it was so big. I’d never seen anything like it. You seemed to be walking in your sleep. You went back to one of the double beds and lay down on top of the covers. Your thing was sticking flat against your stomach, and it was higher than your belly button. Joey, I was drunk too, you know. Sometimes drunken people just don’t make good decisions.’ 

Turns out I was pretty embarrassed by all this. I mean here is one of the smartest, sexiest girls in the school, and I acted like a drunken fool in front of her. Worse, I didn’t even know she was there. I didn’t know what to say so I said ‘Geez, Amanda, I’m real sorry for acting like such a jerk. I always sleep in the raw. I must have just opened the door when I was semi-asleep or something. I didn’t mean to insult you or scare you.’ 

But I was missing Amanda’s point. She said ‘No, Joey. You didn’t act like a jerk. I knew you didn’t even know I was there. I made Barb lay down in the other bed and she was immediately snoring away. I turned and there you were, Joey. You were so hard. I was drunk you’ve got to believe me. I would never do anything like that if I weren’t drunk.’ So I said ‘Like what?’ Maybe I’m thick or something, but then again, some things are beyond the imaginings of mortal men.

Wanda said “Well I sure as hell know what I would have done! For a college boy you sure are dumb.”

Amanda was turning red. She seemed more upset than ever. She looked me in the eye and said ‘Joey, I took off my panty hose, pulled up my dress and climbed on’. My mouth must have dropped a foot. I started with the ahubada ahubada ahubada’s again. Finally I said ‘What do you mean, you climbed on?’

‘Oh, Joey, I couldn’t stop myself. I had been a little turned on watching those boys feel up Barb, even though it made me angry to see them doing it. And then when I saw you, oh your body was so strong and your thing was so big and hard. I just wanted to try it, just once. I put my hand around it. I could barely grip it! It was hard and smooth, and so sexy. I kneeled on the bed above your waist. I put your manhood against my lips (not my real lips, you know, my nether lips – oh I can’t believe I’m telling you this). I rubbed it against me. I felt it flick against my clit.’ (Amanda’s eyes were starting to glaze over and her breathing was becoming heavier. Mine too, come to think of it.) ‘Finally I just impaled myself on it. It went so deep. And it’s got this curve in it. It went to places no man had ever reached before. The curve let it get deep and rub my clit at the same time. I lay down on top of you and kissed you, even though you were asleep. I started moving up and down. I was so hot I lost control and was madly pounding up and down on your thing, and then I was there! I was panting and trying to keep from screaming. Finally I quieted down and lay on you again. I was going to get up and leave. But Joey, you were still hard. It felt so good, even after I had finished, just having you inside me like that. I ran my fingers up and down your body, feeling those arms and your chest. You’ve got a very big strong chest, you know. But your skin is soft and smooth, like a little boy’s. It felt good just to rub against you. Then it felt more than good. My God, I was getting turned on again. I sat straight up on you, and that seemed to make your thing go even deeper into me. I raised and lowered my body over and over again. I kept going faster, I was moaning and trying to keep from yelling. And then I couldn’t stop. I yelled your name over and over again. I felt this electric spark go through my body. My back arched and I ground my loin against yours harder and harder. I could feel my pussy spasm around your thing. I didn’t think it would ever stop! Finally I calmed down enough that I realized I had to go. Wally would be wondering where I was. So I climbed off. I got a wash cloth and cleaned off your thing. You were still hard! I couldn’t help it, Joey, I kissed it. Oh Joey, I’m so ashamed of myself. I took advantage of you. I raped you! It’s horrible. I promise I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’ve been sick about it all week. Please say you understand!’

‘Understand? Understand?’ I said. ‘I understand. This is my life in a nutshell. The chick I’m supposed to be with is cursing me up and down and making out with my so-called friends. And I get laid by the sexiest girl at the party and don’t even know it. Let’s face it. My life is fucked up!’

I could tell Amanda was relieved. But there was more to it than that. She said ‘I’m sorry for what I did, Joey. I want to make it up to you.’ As she said it she reached down, grabbed her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. I was suddenly confronted with the two largest tits I had ever seen in person. Amanda sat on the bed, cupped her hands behind my head and pulled my mouth toward one very large nipple. ‘Let me make it up to you Joey’ she whispered. I guess I should have been angry, but since I had no recollection of the original rape, I decided that perhaps I should let her make it up to me. I sucked that nipple between my teeth and pinched the other nipple with my right hand while fondling her breast with my left hand. She moaned and her body melted toward mine. She said ‘Joey, you know I’m engaged to Wally. We’ve been together for three years and I’ve never looked at another boy. You’ve got to promise that this will just be between us.’ Of course I mumbled ‘As you can see, my lips are sealed.’ At the time I had a major mouthful of tit. Amanda smiled, stood up and slowly dropped the rest of her clothes to the floor. I mean she had more meat on her than I did but it was all choice. She was round where a girl should be round and soft in the best places. She kneeled on the floor in front of me and said ‘Please Joey. Let me see you naked again.’ Well damn! I threw off my clothes till there was one pile in the middle of the floor with our clothes intermingled. She pushed me back on the bed and said ‘I hope you don’t mind, but Wally only knows the missionary position. I really liked being on top with you.’ She hopes I don’t mind? My only concern was that I could possibly drown in her tits. But what a way to go. I was already hard as a rock from her telling about the evening in the hotel room. She apparently decided to demonstrate the technique she had used on that night, because she gripped my cock with one hand, climbed above me, and slowly rubbed it against her slit. I could feel how wet she was and my cock slid easily against her. Suddenly the head was inside her. She closed her eyes and raised her head and moaned. “Yes! This is what I’ve needed!’ She sat up and slowly lowered her cunt on to the length of my cock. ‘Joey you’re so deep. How can you get so deep?’ Then she leaned forward so that I could suckle her magnificent boobs and started working her cunt up and down on me. She would rise up until only the head was inside of her. Then she would slam herself down the length of my cock. She did this slowly at first. But her pace started to pick up as her moans increased. ‘Joey I’m going to come soon. I need to come. Please make me come, Joey.’ I was getting the picture that she viewed me as some life-sized dildo. I was thinking, “hey lady, what about my dick!?” As enjoyable as this position was, a wrestler is never comfortable on his back. I rolled her over and put her into a move some people call a double grapevine, but we always called a ‘Saturday night ride’. Man, I went deep and hard. A wrestler likes to be in control and I started riding her with passion. That sent her over the edge. This time I was going to join her. I kept pulling out all the way to the tip, then driving back into her. Each time I did it, she squealed. Soon I was going so fast that her squeals seemed to get closer together until she was making one continuous squeal. Finally I bottomed out in her and just stayed there. I started squirting my come deep in her womb. Her head was back, and I could feel her shudder. What a rush. That’s my story. Amanda kept coming back to ‘make it up to me’ every week or two till the end of the semester. I went to her wedding and in the reception line, I swear to God when I kissed her she slipped me some tongue. Fortunately no one noticed except us. And that’s all I have to say about that.




Beach Party



I might mention that throughout my dissertation, I had three sets of eyes on me. Sometimes they were looking at my face. Sometimes they were looking at my dick. I was wondering if maybe all three girls were thinking about being in Amanda’s place. It had reached the point that my dick was demanding some attention. It needed some kind of skin to skin contact. If it’s ever been harder, I don’t know when. I had leaked a little pre-come and the head of my cock was wet, bobbing up and down. 

Mary Lou had said practically nothing throughout the night. She was a quiet person, but when she spoke she usually said something important. After I had finished my story, all four of us were obviously pretty excited. All three girls’ nipples were swollen and extended. Emily’s upper body had become colored deep red. turning her milk-white tits into flaming red ones. Wanda’s hand seemed to be inauspiciously working its way towards her cunt. It seemed a casual movement, but I saw a finger sneakily reach out and rub her clit, as her eyes closed and she suddenly gasped. I mean, words are fine for preliminaries, but eventually you have to fuck!

Mary Lou was the first one to broach the subject. She said “Girls, I think we have a problem here.”

Wanda said “Yeah, three cunts and only one dick!”

Mary Lou shook her head. “Look. We’ve been best friends since the seventh grade. We share just about everything. Since I started dating Joey, there’s been something that I had that neither of you ever experienced. I know you haven’t cause if you had you would have told me, I think. I didn’t even know what an orgasm was until I met Joey. I thought I did, but I was wrong. Every time we did it, afterwards I was feeling guilty knowing that you two were missing out on that wonderful experience. That’s why I wanted Joey to come tonight. I wanted to share some of my happiness with my best friends. I promise I’ll share it with you for the rest of our lives.”

I’m not sure how I was supposed to react to that, but I thought I had just heard my new girlfriend offer my sexual services to her friends. Not only that, there didn’t appear to be time limit on the offering. I said “wait a minute! What do you mean ‘for the rest of our lives.’?” 

Mary Lou opened her eyes wide and looked directly into mine. She looked like some sexually charged child, her angelic face surrounded by long luxurious blond hair, her small beautiful breasts, her perfect round ass, her soft slender legs. She was breathing heavily. She was magnificent. She said, “Joseph, as far as I’m concerned, this relationship is till death do us part.”

I guess if I ever thought about it, I always imagined that when I got engaged, I’d be the one that did the asking. Suddenly here was this girl who I had known for barely two months essentially asking me to marry her. This is a difficult situation for a hard dick to find itself in. The most likely thing to happen in a case like that is for the dick to deflate like a balloon with a pin-prick. But strangely, my dick reacted in just the opposite manner. It got impossibly harder. It reached out towards Mary Lou as if it had a mind of its own. I crawled over to her and pushed her back onto her pillow. As she lay down, my cock found her opening as if it had eyes. We had had plenty of foreplay. All evening seemed to be nothing but foreplay. My cock slid between her cunt lips, and pop! I was insider her. I was crazed. I drove in to the hilt and started fucking her like a madman. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass and pulled and scratched, her head turning back and forth, her eyes closed, then open, then closed again. She said “Yes, Joey. I want you to fuck me forever. Fuck me forever Joey. God, it’s so big! It’s so hard!! It’s so good!!!”

Her cunt was like a warm wet glove, grabbing on to me and squeezing. Hers was the tightest cunt I had ever felt wrapped around my cock. Any normal night I would have been shooting off into her in a few strokes. But honey slides seem to give me a permanent hard on. Mary Lou was out of control. Her ass was humping into me as that soft slender body rubbed against mine. Unintelligible words were forming in her mouth. Suddenly her whole body seemed to clench itself like a fist. I felt her cunt spasm over and over again, milking me. For what seemed like a minute she stayed like that, and then suddenly her whole body relaxed. Tears were coming from her eyes and she was laughing semi-hysterically. 

I held her for a few minutes while she calmed down. I know I’m a hopeless romantic. I put my mouth by her ear and said “Is that the answer you wanted?” I guess my body and soul responded automatically before my mind even considered it. I guess I had just accepted her proposal.

Mary Lou took a deep breath, opened her eyes and said “who’s next?”

Wanda and Emily had just witnessed an animal-style fucking. There were no niceties, no formalities, no preliminaries. We just fucked each other senseless. They were both almost frantic with lust. When they heard “who’s next” both of them shouted “Me!” Now I was a college student, so I knew instinctively that there was still a problem of one too few dicks. But I had taken a course in systems analysis. I lay on my back on the floor and placed a pillow under my head. My dick was an iron bar, sticking straight up in the air. I said “you girls decide who’s going to climb on. But I promise I have a treat for the one who doesn’t.” Wanda didn’t hesitate. I said they were crazed. She leaped up and squatted over me. She got hold of my dick and guided it to her core. She slowly slid right down my dick, inch by inch. Her head was back, her eyes were closed, and I could tell she was having a strong orgasm on the way down. The first orgasm didn’t slow her down a little bit. When she bottomed out she held that position for a few seconds, grinding her cunt against my body. Then she rose up a few inches and plunged back down. She turned to Mary Lou who was watching with half closed eyes and said “This is fucking great! He’s way too big for you, darling. I better keep him for myself.” Mary Lou had a half smile on her face with a dreamy expression in her eyes. I don’t know if she heard or understood or didn’t care or was just glad that her friend was enjoying herself. She was in that post-orgasmic nirvana where the world seemed barely there. 

Emily, I saw, felt left out. She was watching Wanda humping herself on my prick, and I could see she was excited but jealous. I reached over and took her hand. I said “come here, Emily. I’ve got something I want to give you.” She looked puzzled but came at my request. I motioned for her to turn around so she was facing Wanda. I pulled her till she was up by my head. Then I motioned for her to lift her leg and straddle my face. She didn’t take much encouragement. I saw her enflamed clit only a few inches from my mouth. I kissed her thighs near her pussy lips. Then I made one long lick from one end of her cunt to the other. My tongue slid between her lips. She was soaking wet. I reached up and caressed those red-white boobs, tweaking each nipple. Her hips started to rotate on my face. My lips closed on her clit, and she stiffened as if an electric spark had shot through her body. One of my fingers slipped into her cunt, followed by a second. My thumb massaged the area between her cunt and her asshole. It worked its way around her asshole and then was rubbing over it while two finders probed deeply into her and my lips stayed wrapped around her clit. Wanda continued to hump my dick, but now she was face to face with Emily. Wanda leaned forward a little as she worked over my dick. I had a perfect view as two sets of nipples merged and began to rub each other. I reached with my one free hand and pinched two nipples at a time, feeling two boobs, one large soft and round, the other smaller, harder. Suddenly Emily closed her eyes and leaned closer to Wanda herself. I really think it was because Wanda was so close to coming. She needed more than the cock to cunt linkage she had with me. Her lips leaned into Emily’s and I could see them begin to kiss. Wanda’s tongue slipped deeply into Emily’s throat. Suddenly there were five hands on four breasts. Emily and Wanda looked like they were fucking each other while using me as some kind of fuck toy. They seemed to be in fucking synch, their hips humping up and down at an ever-increasing speed. Their hands were everywhere, sometimes on me, sometimes on each other, sometimes on themselves. Wanda bottomed out and kept her cunt locked tightly to my cock, rotating, grinding it harder and harder. My cock seemed to expand, God it was twice its normal size, I think. I did what I could to hold back. I felt if I squeezed myself tight, I could hold in the orgasm. It seemed to work, but the more I squeezed, the larger my cock felt. I felt a shock in my brain and in my cock, and suddenly I was ejaculating long deep shots of come into Wanda’s pussy. Emily’s cunt was grinding against my mouth and she was screaming. I remember her saying that she never screams. Perhaps she was mistaken. Wanda had her knees spread as wide as they could go to either side of me. Her head was back, her eyes were closed. She was screaming. “Oh Yeah! Oh God! My God! My Fucking God!! I’m coming! God!” Suddenly all the strength went out of Wanda’s legs. She seemed to crumble to the floor as if someone had taken her bones out of her. My cock made a popping noise as it pulled from her cunt. She collapsed to the floor with her eyes closed breathing heavily. 

Emily noticed something that the other girls didn’t. My cock was still hard. Good ole honey slides. She had laid down beside me after her orgasm with her tits in my side and her hand reaching down to fondle my cock. Instead of the cute soft little thing she was expecting, she found a sold piece of cock meat still ready for action. She whispered to me “Joey, I still don’t know what it feels like to have you inside of me.”

I turned her over so that she was on her knees. Then approaching her from behind I slid my cock into the same lips that a few minutes before I had been tonguing. With one hand I reached around and began to fondle those milky breasts. My other hand worked its way between her legs until my fingers found Emily’s clit. I fucked her deeply from behind as my fingers massaged her clit. Emily’s head peaked around to watch as I was fucking and fingering her at the same time. She said “Oh God, I didn’t even know you were supposed to do it this way. It feels so naughty. It feels so nice. Stick it in me, Joey. Harder, please. Harder.” 
I’m an athlete and well coordinated, so I was able to rub her clit, fondle her boobs and fuck her all at the same time. Her nipples felt like bullets. I knew Emily was multi-orgasmic the first time I saw her. She’s got that round sensuous body that just looks like it loves to fuck. Suddenly the pot took over from me. Little Joey was gone and only my dick remained. I was humping that round bottomed chick maniacally. Her pussy started clenching on my prick. I knew she was coming. Her cunt was in constant spasm. Her head was back and she was making little grunting sounds. I couldn’t see her eyes, but if they were open, they weren’t seeing anything. I caught her clit between my thumb and forefinger and I started to rub her unmercifully. She ground back into my dick and stopped moving her hips. She was grinding herself against me, her cunt massaging my dick with one strong contraction after another. My eyes closed and I could feel myself shooting my come deep inside her pussy. I yelled and was flooded with that electric shock feeling you get only in the most outrageous of fucks. 

Emily collapsed forward onto her stomach, and I went with her, my dick still deep in her cunt. This time, however, it was shrinking back to reality. It slid out of her soaking pussy and the magic moment had ended.

I went over and lay down next to Mary Lou. She crawled into my arms and rested her head on my chest, one arm around my waist. I closed contented and satiated eyes and fell into the sleep of the thoroughly fucked.

Mary Lou and I have been together ever since. Once or twice a year we’ll go back down to Carolina. Recently we’ve taken to going on a vacation once a year with Emily and Wanda, meeting them in Miami or New Orleans or Los Angeles or Atlanta. We spend the days seeing the sights, the evenings drinking and the nights fucking. Damn I love my vacations! 

Why did I agree to marry her after so little time? I asked myself the same question when I came down from the honey slides and for weeks afterwards. But it was probably because I knew instinctively that Mary Lou was so much smarter than me. She had little education and like all women in the South back then was expected to act in a way that hid most of her intellect. I taught her that it was okay for her to be smart, to disagree with the accepted norms. In her heart of hearts she is a true rebel. She was too shy to admit it before she met me. I gave her the support she needed to strike out on her own and leave her upbringing totally behind her. Yeah, I’ll give myself credit for that. Maybe she was first attracted to me by my dick, but she loved me for wanting her to be herself. Twenty years later her ass remains world class. Her legs remain slender and strong, shapely and smooth. Her round little breasts still stick out with nary a trace of sag. However, life isn’t perfect. She lost that sweet sexy southern accent about ten minutes after we got married. I miss it.



Beach Party



This story is based on actual events. It is taken from my journal.

I rented a beach house on west Galveston Island in late September and invited three of my female friends for a four day stay. The first to arrive was Teri who drove down from Dallas. Teri is about 10 years older than I, about my height, slightly heavier, with dark brown hair. I met Teri on the internet in a bicurious chat room. Teri is divorced from an abusive husband. We have been together on two previous occasions.

Soon, Karen and Teresa arrived. They had ridden together in Karen’s car. Karen, Teresa, and I have worked together but have never been together sexually. Karen and I have discussed her jerk of a husband and she has suggested that she would like to try sex with a female. Teresa is married, the youngest of the group, and quite inhibited emotionally.

Karen is quite short, athletically built, with red hair and freckles. Teresa is about my height, trim, big breasts, and light brown hair. 

We were all tired from traveling, so we went into Galveston to eat dinner at Clary’s, a famous seafood restaurant. We had great food and much wine; so, when we returned to the beach house, we were sleepy and soon went to bed. Teri and I slept together on a double bed. Karen and Teresa slept on bunk beds in the other bedroom. Teri and I cuddled for a while but both fell asleep quickly. 

Monday morning, Teresa was up early and cooked a huge breakfast of ham, eggs, hash browns, juice, coffee, and fruit. We were all wearing rather skimpy swim suits. I was particularly taken by Teresa’s large, sexy breasts.

After breakfast, we went to the beach, set up our shelter, rubbed sun block on each other, and swam in the surf or lay in the sun or in the shade of the shelter.

Monday night, we cooked dinner, and after we finished eating, we sat around talking. The topic soon turned to sex and our relationships. Since her divorce, Teri had not been sexual with anyone but me. Karen was aware of our relationship, but Teresa seemed surprised. Karen revealed that her once very active sex life had degenerated into once a week hand job or oral sex on her husband followed by her going to another bedroom and masturbating to orgasm. Her husband was “just too lazy to fuck her,” she said. 

Teresa sat quietly for a while and then began softly crying. She revealed that she had never had an orgasm and that her husband’s idea of sex was to “fuck her between her tits for a while and then jack off and cum on the outside of her pussy.” She said that in their almost two years of marriage that her husband had not allowed penetrative sex but about ten times. He shamed her and called her a slut for wanting sex.

We all gathered around Teresa to comfort her. Soon, our hugs became more and, more intimate. I removed my top and Teri began to caress my breasts. Teresa began to hug Karen who responded by massaging Teresa’s buttocks. Karen gradually moved her hands under Teresa’s swim suit bottom and gently ministered her healing touch to Teresa’s clit and cunt. 

Teresa at first resisted, but soon began to move and sigh as Karen used her woman’s touch on just the right places in just the right way. Teri unhooked Teresa’s bra and began a sensual kneading of her breasts. 

Overcome by the love I felt for these friends, I began to cry while trying to hug them all. 

Teresa was obviously very stimulated and needed release. I suggested to Karen that she turn Teresa onto her back and do her orally. As Teresa turned over and spread her thighs, Karen began gently, and then more forcefully, to suck and lick her clit. Teresa’s breathing became s series of high pitched squeaks as she reached her peak of ecstasy. Suddenly, Teresa began to grunt and hump uncontrollably, saying, “My God! What is it! What’s happening?!” When she finally came down to earth, we all began shedding tears of joy in celebration of Teresa’s first orgasm.

By then, I was so turned on that I grabbed Teri and began humping her thigh. Karen hugged Teresa and guided Teresa’s hand to her pussy. Teresa began to repay her debt to Karen by going down on Karen’s pussy and giving oral sex as though she was an old pro instead of a “virgin.” 

By then, Teri and I had managed to lie pussy to pussy, cunt to cunt, and were humping each other like insatiable animals. In a wonderful explosion, we climaxed at the same time, moaning and groaning loudly. Our orgasms pushed Karen over the edge. Her moans joined ours.

Later, as we lay on the beach staring at the stars, we wondered what tomorrow would bring.

Teresa’s Awakening

Tuesday morning I eased out of bed just as first light appeared in the east. As my eyes adjusted to the soft pre-dawn glow from the windows, I saw Teresa and Karen, both naked, asleep on the futon in the living room. Teresa lay on her back, legs slightly spread, exposing her tuft of pubic hair. Beside her, Karen slept on her side, her head resting between Teresa’s ample breasts. The contrast between Karen’s almost boyish figure and Teresa’s definitely feminine form was both striking and erotic. 

I quietly moved to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. As I was finishing, Karen entered the bathroom and sat down on the stool by the mirror. She sighed and said, “Teresa needs our love and help to deal with some serious inhibitions. If we don’t help her deal with her issues, she’ll leave here and go home today.” 

I got off the toilet and Karen took the seat and relieved her self. “Teresa is so up tight about her body that she won’t pee if she thinks anyone might hear. As for taking a dump, she says she can’t at any place but home or in the complete privacy of a motel room. Her mother taught her that all bodily functions are nasty, sex included. Her letting go and getting an orgasm last night was a major step for her, but you watch, she won’t pee until we’re all gone outside, or she’ll run to the beach and get into the water before we get there. As for the other, she told me she’s gone for almost a week without a bowel movement because she can’t do it in someone else’s bathroom. I’ll also bet five dollars that she apologizes for the way she behaved last night.”

We went into the kitchen and, as we were getting breakfast together, Teresa shouted that she was headed for the beach. Karen ran after her and asked her to wait a few minutes so we could go together. Teresa came back inside and stood with her legs crossed in the kitchen door waiting impatiently. 

Karen asked, “Do you need to pee?” 

Teresa replied that she was just anxious to go to the beach. 

Karen handed her a cup of coffee and we all sat down at the table. Soon, Teresa was crossing her legs and squirming, obviously needing to pee. Karen told Teresa that it was obvious that she needed to pee. Teresa looked away and told Karen to mind her own business. Karen reminded Teresa that we all had seen her orgasm last night and that peeing was not nearly as intimate as sex. 

Again, Teresa began crying. Karen went to her and gently helped her up and walked her to the bathroom. Karen pulled Teresa’s swim suit bottom down, sat her down on the toilet seat, and said, “Pee for Karen. Let me see that golden stream. ” 

Teresa looked at the floor and shook her head. Karen knelt in front of Teresa and began to massage her lower abdomen, pressing on her bladder. A few drops of urine dribbled out; then, with a loud sigh, Teresa relaxed and the floodgates opened. When she was finished, Karen gently wiped her bottom with toilet paper. 

For some reason, I found this to be very erotic. When Teresa stood up, I hugged her and pulled her pussy against my thigh. She responded by spreading her legs and squeezing my thigh between them. 

Teri walked into the bathroom, saw us, and said that it was a good thing she had waked up because Teresa and Norma need to go back to bed. 

I grabbed Teresa’s hand and lead her to the bedroom. We lay down and I buried my face in her ample tits, rubbing and sucking. She began arching her back and pressing her body against mine. As I sucked, I felt hands spreading my butt cheeks and a finger probing my rear hole. I pressed back to allow freer access to my bottom. I heard Teri’s voice tell Karen to leave us alone and to come with her. The door closed. 

Teresa pushed me away from her breast, laid me back on the bed and said, “I’ve always wanted to eat pussy and now I’m going to eat yours.” She straddled my body in the 69 position. I spread my legs and she aggressively began sucking my clit. Her beautiful pussy was only inches from my face, so I bean probing for her gspot as I played with her clit. We ministered to each other’s pleasure for several minutes when her cunt began to contract with the spasms of orgasm. She finally relaxed and rolled off me. She laughed and said, “All these years I’ve been missing the best feeling a woman can have.” 

We showered and went to the beach.

When Teresa and I got to the beach, Karen and Teri were already lying under the shelter. They were both nude, so we took our swim suits off and joined them. Karen couldn’t resist Teresa’s beautiful breasts, so she began to fondle and caress them. Teresa responded, hugging Karen and rubbing Karen’s tight bottom. Teri and I watched as they became more and more heated. Then it happened – Teresa farted.

Karen sat up. “Teresa,” she said firmly, “do you need to poop?” 

Teresa gave her a disgusted look, stood up and walked away. Karen ran after her. They talked quietly and, after putting on swim suits, slowly headed to the house. Teri and I remained on the beach.

Later, Karen shared this story, so I’ll write it as I remember Karen telling it. Karen is speaking.

Tears came into Teresa’s eyes as we walked to the house. Nothing was said. When we got near the house, she said that she wasn’t going to poop, no matter what. We went upstairs and I turned on the shower and asked Teresa to shower with me. I began washing her back, then her front side, paying special attention to her breasts.

As she relaxed, I eased my hand between her thighs and gave her vulva and clit special attention. I moved behind her, bent her over and fingered her pussy from the rear. I found her gspot. She began to respond by contracting her vaginal muscles. As she approached orgasm, she stood up and said, “I can’t do it. I’ll fart and it’ll stink.” 

We got out of the shower and dried off. I laid her on the futon and began to massage her entire pelvic area. When she once again became aroused, I concentrated my massage on her lower abdomen. She began to pass gas. I kept massaging her belly and rubbing her clit. 

I paused, went to the first aid kit and got latex gloves and Vaseline. I put on the gloves, lubed my finger and inserted it into her rectum. 

She gave a startled cry, but I continued fingering her hole. I simultaneously rubbed her clit. My attention to her paid off. Before long she was cumming and farting vigorously. 

All of a sudden, she said, “I can’t hold it!” She ran to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and dropped a huge turd. 

Norma talking.

Karen and Teresa returned to the beach. Teresa apologized for being such a baby and thanked us for helping her. We spent the rest of the day at the beach. 

I planed in my mind the activities for Wednesday night, knowing it was our last night together.



After a day on the beach, we were ready to shower and eat dinner. Giggling like kids, we all four squeezed into the outside shower and washed the sand off each other. Not caring what the neighbors might see, we ran, naked. up the stairs into the house. 

Teri and Teresa cooked a pasta dish while Karen and I cleaned the house. After much pasta and wine, Karen told us she had a surprise she had been saving for our last night together. She gave each one of us a sack and told us to take out the contents. Each sack contained a dildo. 

Mine was a pink penis about 10” long and 2” around. The others each got a similar dildo, but a different color. Karen handed each of us a tube of lube. She began the party by rubbing her pussy with the dildo. I lubed up and began slowly to insert mine. Teri and Teresa looked at the dildos and, without a word, began to rub each other in what soon became an exciting show of mutual pleasuring. Teresa urged Teri to push the dildo deep inside her vagina. 

As Teri probed, Teresa masturbated her own clit, moaning loudly. I eased behind Teri and rubbed her bottom. She raised her bottom in an obvious invitation. I pushed a finger into her anus. She responded warmly with a sigh. The sight of three women together sent Karen over the edge. Her orgasm came with heavy breathing and sounds of “Oh God, Oh God!” Next, Teresa began to hump vigorously and grunted her way through an intense orgasm. 

By that time, I was ready, so I retrieved my personal vibrator from my room and gave my clit an intense workout, cumming quickly and strongly. Teri then asked me to do her, so I applied my vibrator to her clit and relieved her tension in short order. 

After group hugs and kisses, we went to bed.

Thursday morning was rainy and cool, so we left early for our respective homes, vowing to get together again soon.



Beach Party



Looking around I smiled to myself in anticipation, everything looked perfect. I had been planning this ever since I had learned about the party the week before and now even the weather was co-operating. As I glanced around at my co-workers I self consciously checked to make sure my Do-Rag was in place. You wouldn't think I would be worried about how I looked among this group but I was.

The people at the party on the beach that evening were my fellow nurses and doctors from the local hospital. After along, hot and extremely busy summer the administrator had decided we needed a break and had planned this party for us. I had learned about this while recovering and had decided that I would try to make it. As the time got shorter and I felt stronger and more able to carry on I had become more and more intent on showing up.

Standing there feeling the warm sand under my bare feet and hearing the muted hiss of the small waves breaking on the beach I looked for my husband in the darkness. The night was moonless with the stars hidden only slightly by the faint sky glow from the city to our west. Finally I spotted Dave walking past the small campfire and chatting with Lynn, a new nurse on my floor. (She seemed to have attached herself to us for the evening after several of the doctors and one of the nurses had hit on her.) Catching his eye I waited until he came over to where I was standing before asking him if he was up for a swim. Wiping the sweat from his face he agreed that a swim would feel nice and taking my hand headed back to where we had left our towels.

Without hesitation he dropped his shorts revealing his bathing suit. I was a bit more circumspect as I peeled out of my T-Shirt and unwrapped my skirt to reveal my bikini underneath. While I appreciated his quiet Wolf Whistle I was still embarrassed by my new scar and tried to hide it with my hands as we walked to the waters edge. Willing myself to relax as the warm waters slid over my body we waded out until the water was at the level of my breasts. Standing there I watched as Dave did a surface dive and swam further out underwater, coming up sputtering the salt water from his lips he turned until he could see me. His smile radiating across the short distance between us he called for me to get wet, the water was great. Taking a deep breath I ducked my head under and pushing off from the sandy bottom swam out to where he was waiting for me. 

Rising to the surface I was surprised to find the water didn't quite reach my chin where we were standing. As I stood there enjoying the feeling of the water on my body for the first time in several months Dave came up behind me. Slipping his arms around my waist he just stood there holding me as I rested. Leaning back against him I felt my skin slide against his as the slight ocean swell gently moved our bodies. Not saying anything we just stood there enjoying the feel of the water and the peace of the evening. After a bit I decided the time was right for what I had planned. Reaching back and down between our bodies I gently pressed my hand against his crotch. I could feel his body tighten when I did this but I also felt him starting to respond. 

As he slowly hardened under my gentle ministrations I turned to face him. I knew he was hesitant about this, he didn't know if I was ready after my surgery and the follow up treatments but I felt I was ready. This was something I wanted to do and I had even cleared it with my doctor the week before. Slowly I slid my legs around his waist until they were resting on his hips. Moving my hand I started rubbing myself against him feeling myself becoming aroused as he got harder. I couldn't believe how excited I was getting. Maybe it was because this was the first time in a couple of months, maybe it was because I was doing this less than fifty feet from my co-workers but whatever the cause I found myself more sexually excited than I had been in a long time.

By the time I was ready I could feel Dave's erection straining against the front of his bathing suit. Lowering my legs so I was again standing I told him to take off his shorts. I made sure he could see it in the faint light as I pulled the strings holding the sides of my bikini together then pulled the bottom of my bathing suit between my legs before holding it up so he could clearly see them. While I was doing this I watched as he quickly removed his own swim suit. Holding my suit in one hand I stepped closer and pressed my body against his. I could feel him pressing against my belly as I held him close for a minute before pulling away slightly.

Slipping my arms around his neck I easily lifted myself before wrapping my legs around his waist. When he felt me doing this my husband gently gripped my waist and helped support me while I let go with one arm and reached down between us. Carefully I guided him until I could feel him pressing against me. Holding him like this I gently pushed my hips against him until he slipped inside. With a sigh I pulled my hand away and pulled myself against him, gasping as I felt him slide deeply into my body. Holding his shoulders and feeling his hands as they shifted to cup my buttocks I started sliding myself along his length. Both of us moaned each time I impaled myself on him, sighing in delight as our bodies joined as though they were one.

David shifted his hands until he was supporting me with one hand spread over my ass. His other hand he lifted up my body until he could reach between us to play with my breasts. At first he just rubbed my tits through the thin material of my bathing suit. Quickly tiring of this I felt him gently ease the material up and over my breasts until they were exposed to his exploring hand. Now he could cup and knead them with nothing between his skin and mine. I loved the feel of his hands on me as I rode his cock, it excited me. The sounds of the people not far from us, their laughter floating across the water, as well as the slight motion imposed on our bodies as we made love in the ocean just added to what I was experiencing.

I could feel it growing inside me, that feeling of emotional and physical release slowly building deep in my body as Dave stroked into me. As his motions became more insistent he shifted his hands to again hold my ass. His fingers grazed my crack as he pushed himself deep inside of me. Tightening my grip around his neck and shoulders I felt my now hard nipples rubbing against the oil slicked skin of his chest. As we gently thrust our bodies against each other I stopped noticing anything going on around us. My mind, my entire being concentrated just on what I was feeling. All I could feel was my body against his as he slid in and out of me.

Slowly at first then faster and faster my orgasm built inside of me. Too soon I knew I couldn't take it any more. Muffling my cries against his shoulder as my orgasm broke over me I felt him thrust even deeper inside of me once, then once more before he held himself still. Even through the feelings rushing through my body I felt him swell slightly before his cock started twitching slightly inside of me as he came.

Holding our bodies tightly against each other we relaxed. As I came down from my high I could feel him gradually shrinking until he slid out of me. We stood like this for a while, just enjoying the feel of our bodies touching as we listened to the party going on nearby. After about ten minutes of this we slowly broke apart. Holding hands we slowly turned to look at the small fire on the beach and the people around it. As we did this we were startled by a quiet "Wow you guys were incredible" from right in front of us.

Startled by the voice I jerked in response and losing my balance fell backwards in the water. Struggling for a moment I got my feet under me and stood spitting out water and shaking my head only to see the concerned look on both my husbands and Lynn's faces. Seeing I was okay they both started giggling quietly. The breaking of the tension built by Dave and myself by being startled then falling into the water had me giggling along with them. Wading towards the beach my laughter was stopped only by Lynn mentioning I should cover up. 

Reaching up to pull my top back down over my breasts my hands found only bare skin. Fumbling franticly around I realized my top must have come off when I fell into the water, likewise I had accidentally let go of my bottoms. Reaching higher with the idea of using my Do-Rag to cover myself even slightly during the short walk to my towel and clothes I found it too had vanished. Now I was faced with the prospect of crossing the beach wearing just an anklet and an embarrassed smile.

I didn't know what embarrassed me more about this situation, my lack of clothes or my head being uncovered. Lynn bless her heart came quickly to my aide. Turning away from my husband and myself she ducked down in the water for a moment. Standing again she revealed that she too had stripped and was holding her bathing suit in her hands. Understanding what she was doing came to me a minute later. Not knowing why I was so hesitant to be seen like this she had decided to share the embarrassment of being seen in the nude by my co-workers.

Taking one of her hands in one of mine and grasping my husbands hand in my other I turned back to the beach and started wading again. Reaching the edge of the water I paused for a moment to look at my husband and my friend before heading into the light. As I walked across the sand I could hear the noise slowly stopping as people saw us and turned to watch. To my surprise instead of the catcalls and rude comments I was expecting I instead heard first one person then others start to applaud. Lifting my downcast eyes from the sand I stopped and looked around at my co-workers as they stood and watched while clapping. The smiles and looks of encouragement made me feel incredible.

These were the people who had taken care of me during my surgery. They were the people who had given me the drugs during my treatment. They had cleaned me when I needed cleaning and slowly nursed me back to health during my long fight. That though had been professional while this was intensely personal. Now I stood in front of them not as a patient but as a friend and colleague. The fact that my belly was scarred and I was completely hairless from the treatments added to my need for their approval. Standing there I heard a quiet murmur run through the group as their gaze shifted off me to a point to the side. Looking where they were looking I saw something I couldn't believe at first.

Mary, the head of my department was slowly and methodically removing her bathing suit until she too stood there clothed only in her skin. Dropping her suit she faced me and with a shy smile on her face stepped over to stand beside me. Stopping at my side she whispered how she was proud of me. Looking around I was startled to see almost every one of my co-workers slowly and quietly stripping to their skin. With tears in my eyes I watched as they dropped their clothing and walked towards me with smiles on their faces. Their acceptance and my husbands love showed me that even having cancer hadn't made me less of a person, if anything it had made me more of one.



Beach Party



For quite some time Dave and I had been talking about becoming involved as a threesome, with a stranger while on holiday, but the little green eyed god of jealousy had been holding him back. Not so much that he wouldn't have gone with another woman behind my back, but he was finding it difficult to relate to my having sex with another man and being open and matter of fact about it. 

I was just as determined that we should at least try it, sex with the same partner, Dave, had always been good, but I wanted more adventure in our relationship, wanting to try new and probably more exciting things. The idea of him watching me as another man plumbed my depths really excited me, and I wanted to see him get equally excited by the prospect.

I felt that once he had become involved, the eroticism of the moment would sweep him along on a tidal wave of desire. A couple of nights ago we had talked long into the night while sipping wine on the veranda, we were by no means drunk, but he had become much more mellow and agreeable. We saw the sun go down and rise again that night and the outcome was that he had eventually agreed. 

Perhaps it was the wine, maybe I had at last worn him down, or maybe he had eventually seen the light, or could it have been that being on holiday he felt much more relaxed about it anyway. 

Whatever the reason we agreed to give it a whirl, but he stipulated one proviso, that if either of us were unhappy we would never do it again. At last I felt as though I had gotten somewhere.

It was not as though I had never been with another guy since meeting and becoming Dave's partner, I had actually had three affairs that he knew nothing about, and although rather risky, had a few one-night-stands as well, on my nights out with the girls. I know what you are thinking, that it's pretty obvious that I have an overactive pussy, and no real feelings for Dave, but this is not strictly true, I love him to pieces, but I do have these uncontrollable urges. 

My Dave wouldn't be able to walk if I had sex with him every time I wanted it, guess I am one of those nymphomaniacs that you read about. Anyway, the long and short of it is that I have an undeniably high sex drive that I sometimes indulge when the need is upon me.

There are other things too that I won't go into here, but suffice to say that I am also a fetishist, and that is something he knows nothing about either. Maybe, just maybe, if this little adventure is successful I will start to open his eyes to my needs and see if we can go forward from there. 

I already had a good-looking guy marked out for our proposed threesome, he had been giving me the eye ever since we arrived, and he was pretty well stacked too, with his gorgeous abs and bulging pecs, and ooh; that washboard stomach, an obvious fitness buff. I had watched him playing tennis the other day, when Dave had slipped into town, seeing his rippling muscles had worked me into a lather and I had to slip into the sauna to do something about it. Luckily, I had on a multi coloured one piece bathing costume, so the wetness around my crotch was not noticeable unless stared at, and my nipples although erect, were not yet hard like flint.

I had discovered in my shower at home that water pressure applied directly to my pussy could get me off, and now I felt that a swift visit to the whirlpool would serve the same purpose, watching him had got me very horny.

Luckily, there was no one in there when I arrived and turning on the jets, I had slipped slowly into the pool, the warm bubbling water now rising from around my ankles, being carried to my knees and creeping slowly and inexorably up my thighs. Mmmmmm, it had felt so good when it reached my mound, making me to tingling all over. Ever higher it went, past my navel until I had become immersed to a point just below my breasts.

From the depths of the pool, the bubbles continued their journey to the surface, soothing my body like tiny fingers beating everywhere at the same time. A foot passed over one of the jets on the floor and sighing I spread my toes to feel the flow between them. It felt so decadently luxurious, calming and stimulating at the same time, the heated water pulsing all around me as though a living breathing thing.

Initially standing in the centre, the mainstream of the eddy, I sank to my knees feeling the rising bubbles inside my swimsuit, caressing my skin, tickling up past my tummy to stimulate my nipples. I moved toward the bench, passing directly over another jet, feeling its strength pummel my bottom. Reaching the bench, I held onto it, the ever-rising torrent lifting me slightly in its rhythm. I switched on the wave simulator to its lowest point, feeling the swell of the water as it carried me to and fro. Laughing I sat down with a bump pulling my knees up. 

The rising stream of hot bubbles beating against my thighs was heavenly; unable to resist any longer; I slipped a little to the right allowing the full force to be directed onto my pussy area. A moan escaped me and I pulled the material of my swimsuit further to the side to feel this massaging pressure on my now naked pussy.

Surreptitiously I glanced around, smiling, seeing no one, I carried on regardless with my preoccupation, parting my pussy lips to allow the blast of the water to pummel my excited clit. Once parted the force of the jets took over, blasting my lips wide open. My breathing quickened and my clit hardened against the continuous assault.

Spreading my legs wide and flattening my thighs against the floor I began to grind my hips slowly, pulling back a little and then pushing forward until my stiff little knob is touching against the nozzle rocking backwards and forwards, kinda like fucking the jet.

Although lost in these wonderful sensations I am aware that should anyone come in now they would immediately know what I am doing from my movements, but past the point of caring now I threw caution aside.

I threw my head back in utter abandonment bucking faster and faster against the place where the stream of bubbles emerged at its fullest force. My nipples were now fully erect and reaching into my top with one hand, I pinched them hard, sending even more messages to my throbbing clit. 

The rushing heat urged me on, with my eyes closed and breathing coming in gasps I could feel my climax building, pussy muscles contracting as though there were an imaginary cock inside me. I can think of nothing else but my approaching climax and then it is upon me, my orgasm ripped from me by the torrent of water and bubbles, the pulse of the current focusing on my clit. Clamping my jaws tight shut to stop from screaming, I ride it to its conclusion, shaking in relief. At that moment it became too intense, and I collapsed against the bench, too weak to stand or even sit.

The blessed reward for my diligent efforts, the peace and the calm, I am for the moment satisfied, allowing myself to wander in a no-mans land of erotic thoughts. 

I jumped a little as I felt hands circle my waist and a soft but deep voice speaking quietly into my ear. "It would be a real shame to waste this moment, I know you have been watching me." His deep voice and hot breath on my ear set me to tingling all over. Somehow, I knew it was him, I didn't move an inch, the water pressure still beating on my wanton pussy. I was still under the influence of my uncontrollable excitement of the moment, I wanted more, and with immense difficulty brought myself under control.

"Have I now, then to know that you must have been watching me also," I replied quietly, "but now that you are here, just what do you intend doing about it?" Here was I in a whirlpool, having just made myself clima and I was showing such bravado to this man.

I felt self-assured now, in control, that is, until he took my right wrist in his strong hand, dragged it under the bubbling water between us and put my hand straight onto his erection. A delicious thrill went through me as my fingers curled around his hard length. In an effort to learn just how big he was, I moved them up and down, hearing him moan softly into my ear; another delicious shiver went through me.

I felt him push my legs further apart and his manliness move between them to nudge at the opening of my sex, pushing backwards to meet him I felt that lovely beast slip into me with unbelievable ease. I was lost, still horny and close to climaxing for a second time, there was no way that I could have said no, and welcomed his iron rod inside me. 

In a split second we were like a couple of rutting animals, with him pounding deeply into me as I pushed back hard to get as much of his meat into me as possible. I found myself approaching orgasm very quickly, crying out to him, "Yes, yess, yesss, don't stop now, give me all you've got."

Harder and faster he pounded into me until the tell-tale swelling announced his imminent orgasm along with mine, I was ecstatic as the waves of orgasm rolled through me and his thick hot juice shot into me.

Shuddering slightly I went limp and so did he. "That was great," he mumbled into my ear, "how about we go again sometime?" He pulled away from me, adjusting his shorts and moved to stand with his back against the side of the whirlpool. I too turned around adjusting my costume to cover my pussy and also to keep as much of him inside me as possible; I wanted to taste him when the opportunity arose.

"Funny you should ask me that, how do you feel about a threesome with me and my feller, tomorrow?"

"Works for me, I'm in Room 212, let me know when and where."

"That's great, I'll slip a note under the door, bring a bottle of red. It's the only chance we will get as we're leaving on Saturday, holiday over and back to work on Monday."

"Pity, by the way, I'm Nick."

"And I'm Julie," I replied as he heaved himself out of the pool and vanished through the door.

I was pleased with my luck at getting the guy that I wanted, although I would have been happy with any available male, or female for that matter. Turning off the whirlpool, I got out carefully, using the steps. Once in our room I quickly peeled off my costume and thrusting my fingers into my pussy scooped out a mixture of water, my juices and his cream, a quite tasty combination. Knowing my own taste and that of the water I was able to tell that his juices were strong, only a little salty but quite tangy. Mmmmm, I thought, a very pleasant mornings work.

The next morning Dave and I had breakfasted together before he left to do a little duty free shopping in town. Remaining barefoot, I had donned a light summer dress and nothing else, then headed for a secluded bay area about a mile away from the hotel. A place where sharply rising and falling sand dunes led down to a soft sandy beach, popular with folks who wanted a bit of privacy. Sorting out a luncheon basket and a couple of beach towels I threw on my sun hat and headed in the general direction of what I hoped was going to be an afternoon of sensual, sexual pleasure. 

The night before I had slipped a note under Nick's door to let him know that I would be there first and Dave would soon be following as he needed to go into town.

Being the first to arrive I spread out the towels but left the basket closed, saving the food for later. Stretching out I waited for Nick or Dave to arrive. The sun was hot, but not uncomfortable and lying with my eyes shut I could hear all the sounds around me, gulls out to sea, birds calling amongst the dunes and somewhere in the far distance the whistle of a train as it rumbled along. However, I failed to hear footsteps approaching, and jumped when a deep rich baritone voice announced the arrival of Nick. He had brought a bottle of the local red as I had asked, and fishing two glasses from the basket, he poured two generous measures.

We were soon laughing and chatting and enjoying the wine without regard to the time, when I suddenly thought of Dave. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was nearly 4pm and wondered if he had decided not to come after all.

Turning to Nick I said, "I'm boiling, I'm going down to the sea to cool off a little, Dave isn't here yet."

"Okay," he replied, throwing off his shirt.

As I stood up, I felt a little light headed, probably a combination of the wine, lack of food and the hot Mediterranean sun. Nick and I wandered into the gentle surf until it reached midway up my thighs, cooling and refreshing me. He was a fine figure of a man, and unabashed I had caught up my dress above my thighs, but the spray had still soaked me and now it clung to me like a second skin, my nipples standing out like chapel hat pegs. 

I knew that Nick was aware of it, but he made no move towards me, nor I to him, I was pleased about this, as I wanted Dave to be there when the fun started.

"Well Nick, I need to eat something, my tummy is asking me if my throat has been cut, in short I'm starving, having had nothing since breakfast."

We turned as one, heading back up the deserted beach and into the dunes; it was then that I became aware that Dave was standing atop one of them looking down on us. I waved to him and he waved back, a broad smile creasing his face. When we reached the blanket I hugged him tight making his shirt wet murmuring, "I love you," into his ear.

I dropped into a cross-legged position on the towels; my dress still gathered up below the waist, bade Nick join us and leaned over to open the basket while Dave opened another bottle. Nick looked over at Dave a little unsure, but Dave nodded and smiled and I knew that everything was going to be okay.

Like something possessed I tore into the contents of the basket almost savagely, I hadn't realised just how hungry I had become. A combination of not having eaten, the fresh salt air and another hunger that had been gnawing at me all day, had combined to make me ravenous now.

From the corner of my eye I noticed that every time I leaned toward the basket Nick's eyes became riveted to one spot, as my screwed up dress rode up to reveal my pussy. Dave too was taking sneaky peeks and the thought that two men were surreptitiously looking at the same spot started to get me horny. I smiled in amusement at the thought, we all knew why we were here and it struck me as being kinda funny that these two guys were tip toeing around each other. Time to think about getting the show on the road and this pair of tools upstanding in my honour.

My pussy lips must have been visibly swelling now; I could feel the juices starting to flow. Glancing at Dave's crotch, I could see by the growing bulge in his shorts that his snake was no longer sleeping, and wondered about Nick's too. Leaning forward to offer him a morsel of food, I knew that he would be able to see down inside my dress at my fine erect and now swiftly hardening nipples.

A loose sort of smile was flitting about Dave's face, and I knew that he was enjoying this wordless and touchless sex play that was going on. Here we were, all three getting turned on, two men with growing rods and me with a pussy that was becoming wetter with every second.

Looking at Dave and Nick alternately I picked up the wine bottle, not quite empty taking a deep a draught of the excellent fruity liquid before running my tongue over my lips to moisten them. I then started licking up and down the neck of the bottle before taking it into my mouth and moving my lips up and down as though it were a living cock.

The reaction in the guys was absolutely wonderful, the bulges in their shorts having now become very prominent and my pussy swelled even more. Turning towards Dave I slid my hand up the inside of his shorts, along the inner thigh, underneath the boxer's that I knew he would be wearing and curled my fingers around the now engorged spear.

I loved the feel of his cock, the smooth silky skin, the deep purple of its head when he was fully aroused and the throbbing of the vein as it pulsed in my hand. I was soon gently rubbing up and down its length, until rewarded with a drop of pre-cum; I picked it up on my finger, transferring it to my mouth savouring the taste.

Stealing a glance at Nick I could see that he was now tenting his loose fitting shorts and not wearing anything under them. I was being treated to a view of the excellent lance that had invaded my hungry pussy only yesterday. I kissed Dave hard and open mouthed, tasting and probing, our tongues dancing, shuddering slightly as he bit my bottom lip, my free hand crawling over to where Nick's prominent erection invited me to take hold.

With my breasts now heaving with desire and need, I should not have been at all surprised that both men now cupped them between them, following the soft contours through the dress. As if it were pre-planned, they both took hold of the bottom of the dress lifting it up and over my breasts and head, leaving me fully exposed, with hard nipples like lighthouses on a sea of dark brown aureole now sniffing the air. My pussy, thick and swollen, sweet juices leaking from the bottom of my hot slit to dribble down to my anus.

Momentarily I left Dave now, going onto my hands and knees, presenting to him my smooth round bottom, his for the taking. Putting one hand against Nick's hairless but well shaped chest I pushed him onto his back pulling his shorts off to expose his tool, this was what I wanted to see, the hard hot piece of meat that only yesterday exploded into my greedy little pussy. 

It surprised me somewhat, longer than Dave's, about eight and a half inches and curved like a banana, but so thin by comparison, my man having about seven to seven and a half inches but thick like a baby's arm. When Dave was inside me, I knew he was there, I felt every part of it as he pumped me hard and fast.

Kneeling between Nick's now spread legs, my bottom in the air towards Dave, showing him my swollen and ready pussy, I allowed my breasts to rub against Nick's thin but so solid erection with light caresses. I had this need to tease him a little, before curling my fingers around this hot banana to slowly stroke up and down its slick length. 

His testes were round and heavy, filled with the juice that would soon be mine, a little pre-cum quickly appeared at the tip, warning me to slow down if I didn't want him to spill all over my hands and breasts.

Dipping my head, I licked the bead of cream from his now over heated and visibly throbbing organ, surprised at the sharp acid taste of him. This was like no other I had ever tasted! Yesterday's taster had been a cocktail, but this was the real McCoy. Reaching down, I took his heavy sac into my hand, gently caressing and feeling his weight. Nick was ready for me now.

My tongue emerged to start licking the length of his shaft. To feel the vein throbbing against my tongue sent shivers of delight up and down my spine, and a tingling in my clit that connected directly to my nipples. Putting one finger into my equally throbbing slit, I coated it with my own juices that now flowed quite freely, realising at the same time just how open and exposed for Dave it really was. 

Removing the welcome digit, I began rubbing Nick's rear entrance a little before inserting it into his little brown ring; I enjoyed his loud moaning as I did this, my pussy spurting a little in sympatico with the now guttural noises coming from his throat.

Almost physically, I felt Dave's eyes watching my performance, and willed him to start touching me, as I was hotter than the desert sand at noon. My wish was quickly granted as I sensed him moving toward me, his heavy hand cupping my over-excited mound. So maddeningly slowly, he inserted first one then two fingers into my soaking wet sex, causing me to groan very deeply against Nick's weapon firmly embedded in my mouth.

For a few seconds he thrust in and out of me, exciting me even further, before withdrawing and inserting both digits, heavily coated with my own lubricant, into my inviting tradesman's entrance. I took this as a sign to continue and started licking the turgid and purple head of Nick's throbbing member. I took him in deeply, feeling the tip banging against the back of my throat. 




Beach Party



Shifting my position by rolling over onto my back, I was able to relax my throat muscles and slowly draw him in until his pubic hair started to tickle my nose. I love deep-throating a man; it gives me a great sense of achievement to feel him discharge into my throat, knowing that his cream was going straight to my stomach.

Using my throat muscles I rippled up and down his length urging him on, as I felt Dave's thicker member nosing into my nether hole. Dave meanwhile lifted my legs high, spreading them widely as I moved one hand down to my pussy and began agitating my aching clit. I was pretty close to orgasm myself and wanted to ensure that we all came together, that I would not be left behind. As I worked on both of them, Nick leaned forward to squeeze my breasts and now tender nipples, pinching them quite hard; that was good, I enjoyed a little rough treatment. 

This whole episode was turning out better than I had expected, as I thought, Dave was being swept along on the tide of eroticism, this I hoped, boding well for future adventures.

I captured the head of Dave's pulsing erection and with the involuntary contraction of my rectal muscle as it began its withdrawal stroke from my rear. It soon relaxed however and he was able to penetrate to the full length, extracting another deeply mumbled groan from me as I worked on Nick's banana. At the same time, I thrust two fingers into my pussy, feeling Dave's thick pole spearing me, moving in and out through the thin but strong membrane, and timing my thrusts to match his.

It is an incredible feeling being used like this, I guess this was what made male homosexuals happy, idly I wondered if they ever indulged in a threesome. Nick now had hold of the sides of my head pulling me down hard on his tool; I felt the telltale swelling that announced his imminent discharge, while at the same time Dave was now thrusting fast and hard into me from the other end. 

Not to be left out I thrust back with him, rolling my hips to give him the best I could offer. My fingers fairly flying across my clit now, drawing me closer and closer to my own orgasm. Anal muscles worked on Dave to bring him to the same pitch, the feel of him also swelling, quickly rewarding me.

Now I was ready to climax, just as Nick could hold back no longer. I could feel him jetting deeply down my throat, helped no doubt by my muscles, Dave roared as he gushed into me and I whimpered as my own orgasm broke, sending me into paroxysms of pure delight. If this were not heaven, I would never know what was. Nick rolled from me and Dave collapsed by my side, while I just lay there shaking a little, but unbelievably happy.

Both men leaned in towards me covering my face breasts and pussy with kisses, while stroking and caressing me, I felt fabulous, but needed a shower, so getting up I raced into the warm sea, only now noticing that the sun had started setting while we caroused in the dunes. The two men followed me in and after a few minutes of tomfoolery, we went back to the towels, dried off and packed up the hamper. Needless to say, we finished off the wine before trudging back. We could have gone in Nick's car, but declined the offer, preferring to walk along the shore together.

Arriving back at the hotel we said goodbye to Nick and went straight to our separate rooms.

"Well Dave, don't tell me you didn't enjoy it, I don't think your tool has ever been fatter, except when we went on holiday to Barbados for our first time away together."

"Oh yes, it has been wonderful, better than expected, I expected to be jealous but instead the whole scene really turned me on. I would like to repeat it at some time."

"Down tiger," I replied, "I suppose you want to try it with two girls instead of two guys, that seems to be every man's fantasy. Has it ever been yours?"

He smiled at me, kinda like a little schoolboy, before muttering a yes. I laughed unabashed, telling him that it would be okay by me, as before I met him I had been involved with another girl for a while. Still laughing I pulled off the dress and ran into the shower. 

He quickly followed me asking me to tell him all about it. So I did, giving hiom the entire story of my six months with the delicious Danielle while showering. When I had finished I ran back into the bedroom to dry myself off while Dave showered too. 


The fact that he got another hard-on while I described events in glorious detail had not gone un-noticed and made me very horny once again. My pussy really was becoming quite uncontrollable.

Now towelled dry I lay on the bed with one arm stretched out to my left, my legs spread wide and with the other hand casually caressing my once again erect clit, my labia were still swollen from seeing Dave's hard-on in the bathroom. 

Oh yes, I was still extremely horny, and needful of a damn good erection inside my pussy, so I just lay there all turned on and hungry waiting for Dave to emerge from taking his shower.

He wasn't long in arriving, towelling himself as he came into the room. "Were you serious about going for a threesome with me and another girl?" he asked.

"Oh yes," I replied, "does the idea of seeing me with another girl turn you on?" I could see that it did as his lovely thick tool was now standing to attention again, sticking out from his body at right angles.

"Yes it does Julie, I never knew that I could get so horny watching you with another man, now that I am more aware of what gets me going I am ready to start experimenting, and your telling me about your experiences with another girl has really stirred me up."

"So I can see, but that is for another day when we are back home. Right now I need to feel that thick baby's arm of yours thrusting away inside me, filling me to capacity as only you can. In other words darling I need you to fuck me, to take me like the stallion you are, and do it right now. I can see that you are primed and cocked for action". 

Without further preamble he headed unerringly straight for my hot, wet and throbbing pussy. 

I was already so turned on that I moaned immediately he entered me, it felt so good, his turgid member thrusting deeply into me. Bending my knees to give him greater depth I matched him thrust for thrust as I also used my muscles to urge him on quickly. I needed to orgasm so badly and needed to feel his juices filling me also, this whole afternoon had turned me on more than ever before, I just couldn't seem to get enough today.

He slammed into me like never before, he was really turned on today, taking my ankles he lifted my legs into the air to give him greater depth. I could feel his hardness hitting against the mouth of my womb and felt sure that my moans would be heard all the way down the corridor. Using his hands to keep my legs doubled over and well spread, Dave managed to reach my breasts, initially sucking the rock hard nubs into his mouth he started nibbling and chewing before biting on them. He knew how much I liked this. Using my muscles to their full I drew him on, feeling the swelling of him bringing me closer to orgasm.

"Oh god yes Dave, harder, deeper, I am so close."

"Me too," he managed to gasp before groaning and crying out, "now baby, I can't hold back, I'm cumming, oh god yes."

I yelled out his name as my orgasm hit hard, his sperm jetting into me with hurricane force along with the hard hitting waves that swept through me. I was no longer in the room, being swept along by a tidal wave of extreme pleasure, my pussy still contracting with each wave, being filled with the jets of his essence. 

How I loved this man, I had such great and deep feeling for him that when I began to calm down I realised that I was crying. Dave dropped my legs moving up my body to cuddle me and kiss away the tears; it was all so heavenly.

Later on we dressed to go down to the restaurant for dinner, he in an open shirt and tight Chino's, (I liked that, showed of his hairy chest and tight bum,) and I in a sexy black number with a low top, short skirt and no panties, I hated wearing them.

During the meal, we talked of future sexual adventures as I occasionally rubbed him under the table. During dessert I took his hand, placing it on my thigh under my skirt, it didn't take him too long to realise that I was naked underneath. He smiled at me, saying, "I can see that it is going to be a long night."

I just looked at him replying, "I do hope so."

Glancing around the restaurant I noticed a guy who was dining alone, he was also slowly rubbing himself through his trousers. I decided to be really wicked now, and parted my thighs so that he was able to see more clearly. My pussy was wet, my clit sticking out and the labia very swollen once more, as he watched and stroked, I gently stroked myself, occasionally slipping my finger into my slit. He was exciting me, so I once again moved my hand over onto Dave's cock; I wanted him to get really hard.

Leaning over to him I said, "I'm going to get up and leave in a moment, but you dare not with that massive hard-on, stay here for exactly ten minutes than follow me, enjoy another cup of this coffee."

"What have you got in mind," he asked, totally unaware of the by-play that was going on.

"You'll see, but this I promise you, you won't be disappointed." With that, I got up to leave, sliding my bottom across Dave's hard-on, he moaned softly under his breath. Giving him a little kiss, I left.

As I went through the door, I glanced back, noticing that Dave was still watching me and that the other guy was getting up from his seat, giving a little wave I was gone, heading for the stairs. 

Climbing the first half I rounded the corner seeing that he was now at the bottom, his hard-on still prominent in his light grey trousers. Going to the top of the second flight I bent over, again, he appeared at the bottom, and started rubbing his cock; he now had a very full view of my inviting and wet pussy, the proud clit and my swollen labia.

He started rubbing more furiously and to give him just that little bit extra I put one hand between my thighs softly rubbing my slit and slipping my fingers into me as a bonus for him. 

It wasn't long before a telltale wet spot showed very clearly on the light grey slax, he had given his all for me, as the wet patch spread I straightened up again, threw him a smile and turned the corner, running quickly to my room. Once inside I threw off the skirt and top and lay naked on the bed once more waiting for my lover.

What happened when we eventually returned home is yet another story, that perhaps I will tell you some other time. 



Beach Party



At the tender age of eighteen, your knowledge of sex was limited. True, you had heard the other girls in class boasting about what they had done, and to keep in with them, you had made up your own stories. But your knowledge was really what you had heard from other sources.

But there had been that time with Charlie. He had taken up to the point, and had been snogging, when you felt his hand moving up your skirt. Immediately you pulled it down, telling him that it was not a good time. As if he understood, he obliged, and said there would always be another rime. But there wasn't. You quickly found an excuse for finishing with him, rather than keep finding excuses for saying NO. You had decided to "save it" for when you got married.

But it all went wrong at the Beach Party to celebrate Christmas. The whole class was there, and for much of the evening the girls all stuck together, and of course, the usual topic was the centre of conversation.

Sally was bragging that she had had sex with most of the boys in the class, and was discussing techniques with some of the other girls who also said they had had it a few times. You kept pretty quiet during all this, not wanting to give away the fact that you were still a "virgin".

As the evening wore on the girls started to split up, and were dancing with the guys, though you could see that Sally was intent on adding to her collection of men, her tongue deep inside the mouth of one of the guys, his hands just brushing her breasts.

Deciding to get away from all this for a while, you decided to take a walk in the dunes, a place you often went to be alone. The dunes were a place of solitude, where you had studied for exams.

Your mind was not on anything particular, when you rounded one of the bigger dunes, to be confronted by four guys from class, including Charlie. You turned to walk back, but your path was blocked by two others.

Charlie and one of the others grabbed hold of you, and quickly tied a gag around your mouth and head. They had obviously been planning this, as another the boys produced a length of rope, and as two of the boys held your arms, this one tied the rope around them, fastening you arms behind you. You tried to scream out for help, but the gag and the see wind prevented sounds from carrying past the dune you wee now behind, pushed to your back.

The boys in their eagerness, disregarded your buttons on your blouse, as hands ripped the front wide open. Your breasts, young, but perfectly formed, were soon on view to the boys, as Charlie cut through the centre of your bra with a knife. You heard whistles, and then hands were touching you, fondling your tits. Again you tried to scream, shaking your head, but it was in vain, as you felt hands unfastening your jean zipper, and the articles being pulled down, your only defense, now, your white cotton knickers.

Your could feel a hand pulling at the elastic, and moving inside your panties. You try to move your body away from the invading hand, but there are too many others to hold you down, and the hand moves closer to its target, slowly, as if trying to make it last longer, knowing you would be more fearful.

Then a finger touched you, brushing against the hair between your legs, and again you try to move, but the hands hold you firm to the ground. The finger moves, and finds your opening, toying with you, watching the horror on your face. then the hand moves away, and you sigh in relief, but your horror is soon brought home again, as the hand rips away your last defense, and you panties disappear.

Now, the hand has free access, and quickly returns to your pussy, the finger now easily finds the opening, and begins to penetrate. You tried to pull your hips away from the prying finger, but the sand beneath you gives you nowhere to go, and you feel the finger pressing deeper, forcing it's way inside the tight hole.

Your screams echo through your head, but are not heard, just a muffles noise, as the finger presses deeper.At the same time the boys thumb moves against your clit, and a funny unwanted feeling goes through you, reminding you of the way you yourself had toyed with it in the privacy of your bedroom. But now there was no bedroom, and no privacy, and it was another person who was touching you.

You shake your head from side to side, hoping the boys would now leave, but as you do so, you see some of the boys opening their trouser zips. Seconds later their trousers were lying on the sand, and you could see their cocks, some of them hardening as they watched you squirm.

Just then the hand moved away from your pussy, but before you could breathe another sigh of relief, Charlie was standing over you, his cock clearly visible, and hard. He knelt between your legs as others held them open, and as he leaned forwards you could feel the cock touching you. You screamed again, but in vain, as Charlie's cock moved ever closer, touching, pushing, forcing it's way inside you. You try to get way, but the other hands held you still, as the invading cock pressed deeper, until it came to the final barrier. 

With one last thrust of his hips, Charlie took away your most prized possession, and the invasion was complete, his cock buried deep inside, and a warm trickling sensation running down the inside of your thighs.

You could see the excitement on Charlie's face, as he told you between gasps that this was repayment for the night at the point. Then the cock was pressing harder and faster, and with a last surge, Charlie was thrusting himself at you, as if he wanted the whole of his body inside you, and a hot sticky liquid began to trickle down your thighs, and you realised immediately that he had cum in you. 

Almost immediately, Charlie climbed off you, but his place was taken by another boy, then another. You lost count of how many times you felt a cock inside you, but are sure you remember seeing Charlie's face at least three times.

Your body ached, and the inside of your thighs were bruised, as the last of the boys cum inside you, and with a laugh and tying you legs together with another piece or rope, left you lying in the sand, returning to the party with one last comment.." We'll be back in a while..."



Beach Party



Angel and Bob met via the internet and loved to write hot e-mails back and forth. As the emails got hotter plans are made to get together. Arrangements were made for a trip to the beach which is privately owned and is clothing optional. This beach is on the San Mateo coast, just south of San Francisco. This will be Angel's first experience at public nudity

Many of the people that visit this beach are gay men, however there are a few couples also. Over the years the regulars on this beach have taken to using the driftwood to build some structures for wind shelters. These shelters are called "condo's."

Angel cannot wait for the day to come where she finally meets Bob. Her clit throbs just thinking about the many things they can do, while watched.

Finally it is the day of the trip to the beach. She met Bob at the door and greeted him with a long wet kiss. Then asked him is he liked what she was wearing. Her full figured are accented by smooth curves and some luscious 42D's.

Bob eyed Angel up and down then licked his lips Angel was wearing this very short white cotton dress. On closer inspection Bob discovered she was wearing nothing under the dress. He winked at her and said, "Ooooh fuck baby, you are one hot little number in your short white dress it barely covers your ass. I can see you walking and bending just enough to turn all the men hard and give those woman something to envy. I cannot wait to get to the beach with you, because you will not be wearing it long."

They soon pull up to the beach area park and gather up their things, including a blanket and an ice chest. They also have some reading material, a little digest type magazines with hot sexy stories. They head down the trail to the beach and then walk up the beach looking for a suitable spot to sit. They soon find a vacant Condo that is elevated a little bit off the sand.

They spread out our blanket and stash away their stuff in the back of the condo. They stand up and began looking around, some of the other condos are close by and occupied. Being that most of them are at a lower elevation then theirs, they are in plain view for anyone to watch.

While they are standing there, Bob takes the opportunity to give Angel a nice big hug and a kiss. Then he takes full advantage of Angel and his hands wander cupping and caressing her luscious big tits. When they break the embrace, they separate and Bob takes off his tee shirt and shorts which is all he was wearing. His swollen dick made it most obvious just how turned on he is. 

Angel was really turned on by seeing all of these naked people and Bob's dick. Then right there on the open beach, she drops to her knees and begins to lick the drop of precum leaking out of the slit of Bob's dick, then kisses the head before engulfing his whole dick into her mouth. She can feel her own juices running down her thighs.

Angel was still wearing her white frilly dress. At first she is hesitant to take it off, but after a few minutes of relaxing, she unbuttons it and lifts it over her head. There she is standing in all of her naked glory and splendor. 

Bob being the horny opportunist that he is, uses one hand to cup and caress her shaved, bald pussy. The other hand took one of her luscious big tits to his mouth and he began licking and sucking on the nipple. Then after a quick look around they lie down on the blanket and began to get comfortable.

Getting comfortable included getting some drinks and the reading material. Bob also gets out the sunscreen and starts applying it on Angel. He spends a lot of time massaging into her luscious big breasts and then down towards her legs. It is very obvious that he is having allot of fun applying the lotion. 

Angel's reaction to his sexy caresses was to reach up and stroke Bob's dick. Then she leaned over and gave him a big kiss right on the head of it. 

Angel and Bob lounged around in their condo then look out and around to see what was happening. In a nearby condo there are two couples, four guys. They are doing some of the touchy feely things with special attention to dicks and balls. Angel and Bob sip at their drinks and watch in anticipation of the sex show that is about to begin.

Sure enough, as things progress one of the men moves into position and takes his friend's dick into his mouth and starts sucking on it. Soon a third man moves into position to suck the dick of the dick sucker. Damn, but this show is getting hot!!! The forth man then moves in and makes the chain complete.

While all this dick sucking is going on, Bob is caressing Angel's body, cupping and caressing her tits and fingering her hot and juicy pussy. 

When the show is over, Angel tells Bob that she has to pee. He tells her that the only facility is the port-a-potty up in the parking lot. She tells him that she urgently needed to pee and did not want to go all that way. 

Bob stands up and offers his hand to help her up and then leads her out of the Condo, down towards the ocean. When they are standing there hand in hand, he asks her if she still had to pee. 

Angel replied, "With the sound of water what do you think? I cannot hold it much longer."

Bob looked at Angel and said, "Well then let it happen, let it go."

Angel then told his that she was shy about being watched while she pees. He just told her to do it like he does. He then turns toward the ocean and lets it fly. 

Angel was so worked up and horny from watching the sex show that she was willing to do just about anything kinky. She reached over and took hold of Bob's dick and made circles in the water as he peed, making them both laugh. 

While giggling, Angel could not hold back her own golden flow. Bob in turn reached down and fingered her pussy to see is he could direct the flow. About all that was accomplished was getting legs and feet wet. However the incoming wave washed it all clean.

Bob then looked over at Angel and said, "Honey, we have come this far, why don't we walk on up the beach and see what there is to see."

As they walk toward the end of the beach naked as the day they were born. The site of Bob's hard cock along with her glistening pussy and hard nipples have Angel more aroused then she has ever been before. 

They turn around and walk back to their condo. Moving up close to the Condos, so that they could see into some of them. One of the Condos was occupied by two couples. As they look in they see the two women kissing and caressing. Their fingers caressing each others hard nipples and wanting wet cunts. The two men are stroking their hard dicks as the watch the two woman explore each other. 

Bob leaned over and gives Angel a hug and a deep kiss then said, "Angel, we can stay and watch the show for a while and if we get lucky they might even invite them in to join in the fun. Or we could continue walking up the beach to see what else is happening."

Angel looked into his eyes and uttered, "Let's stay and watch for a bit, this sure looks exciting."

While they were watching, one of the men started to lick and suck on one of the women's tit while the other man was fingering her pleasure hole. The other woman who was not doing anything looked up and saw Bob and Angel watching. She smiled and waved at them inviting them to join the party.

Sandy took a minute to introduce herself and her partner Mike and their friends Barbara and John. While talking they discover both couples were about the same age as Angel and Bob. They were very attractive and sexy, Mike and Sandy are black while John and Barbara are white. They also noticed that both men had nice big hard dicks. Bob and Angel seated themselves on the blanket and watched as the action heated up. 

John reached over and guided Mike's dick right between the lips of Barbara's pussy hole. As they watched them fuck Barbara was sure loud and vocal about that she was doing. Screaming, "Oooh Arrrrghhhhhh fuck I am Cumming!" Which caused Mike to pump a load of cum into Barbara's pussy. 

Sandy excused herself and knelt between Barbara's legs and started licking the cream pie right from Barbara's hot-box. 

Things settled down a little bit and they sat around and visited. As it was starting to get along towards evening, Sandy and Barbara said that when they left the beach they were going to head over the hill for dinner. 

Sandy then said, "After dinner we are going to a sex club in the City. Hey, I have an idea, want to join us for a bit of hot erotic fun!"

Barbara then joined in the conversation saying, "When you first get their, you enter this room where you take off your clothes and check in. They then hand us a towel to wrap around ourselves while we walked around the place. They also told us there was a lot of transgender girls their. I remember seeing these two woman getting it on. One woman lifted her up her dress to expose a nice big dick and then proceed to fuck the another woman with it. 

Bob and Angel said that the place sounded like a whole lot of sexy fun and we would be glad to join them." It was getting too dark to have any more fun there so Bob and Angel told the couples goodbye that they would see them again for dinner.

They soon returned to their condo. Bob put on his tee shirt and shorts as Angel put on that nice skimpy dress. Both were naked under these clothes and Angel's nipples were very obvious. They then gathered up their stuff ready to return to the parking lot. 

As the entered the parking lot Sandy and Mike stopped by Bob's car. Bob and Angel had opened the doors and trunk and they began stowing away the things they brought with them. 

Angel was standing behind the passenger side door when she bent over to pick up some items flashing everyone with her glistening bare pussy. Bob was close behind her and raised up the skirt of her dress to expose her sexy ass.

Bob then pulled his shorts down to expose his hard throbbing dick. When he put the head of his dick between the lips of Angel's pussy, she was dripping wet and he slid right inside up to his balls. He began fucking her with deep hard strokes. 

Sandy soon joined the fun and reached down and started caressing Bob's balls. Her other hand massaged Angel's throbbing clit while Angel was being well fucked right there in the parking lot.

First Angel loudly announced to the world that she was being fucked then screamed she was cumming as Bob fucked her deep. He soon filled her with a nice load of hot creamy cum.

After fucking Angel, Bob backed up and watched as Sandy moved in to lick her clit and slurp up all the sweet nectar. At the same time Mike presented his dick for Angel to suck on. 

When everyone was done fucking and playing they all agreed that it would be hard to sit through dinner awaiting one hell of a hot time as the sex club. It is getting along towards evening when they leave the beach in company of their new friends. They cross over the mountain to San Mateo where they all plan to meet for dinner. 

If you like this one, there may be more to cum...LOL!



Beach Party



It was a warm sunny summer day, and I was alone at the family horse ranch. Everyone had gone to town to run errands. Feeling a bit frisky, I decided to go for a ride on my horse. Since the ranch is on more than 1600 acres of private land, most times I ride naked.

It was very warm, and I was alone, so I stripped off my clothes and left them in the barn. I rode off feeling a little naughty, riding naked always makes me horny, and this time was no different. I could feel that familiar tingle coming from deep within, and the pounding of my pussy on the saddle soon had me feeling hornier than ever. As I continued to ride I could feel my pussy beginning to flow as my juices ran down my thighs. Soon my saddle was glistening with my wetness. The pounding of my clit on the saddle horn was driving me wild, and I knew I had to stop and masturbate.

I headed for the lake situated in the middle of our property. It is totally private, with a lovely beach at one end of it. By the time I reached the beach my pussy was on fire, flowing like a stream and my clit was throbbing wildly.

After I dismounted my horse, and tied the reins to the post, I reached into the saddle bag and pulled out a blanket and my vibrator (I never ride without it). Then I made my way to the beach, laid the blanket on the warm sand, and quickly lied down on it, spreading my legs wide.

Slowly my hands started to roam over my body, gliding over my firm breasts and rolling my nipples between my fingers. I raked my fingertips across my tummy and playfully teased my belly button. Then slowly I moved them down, ran them along my soaking pussy lips and plunged a finger deep inside, followed by another.

Faster and faster my fingers were digging deep inside my wet hole. Curling up to tickle my G-spot, then up moving to pinch my throbbing clit. I repeated this pattern for several minutes, and then removed my fingers to lick and suck my juices from them.

After cleaning my fingers I picked up the vibrator. I started to tease my clit, by running the vibe in circles around it, before pulling the hood back and pressing the tip directly on my throbbing bud.

My hips were bucking wildly upwards, as if to meet an imaginary lover's thrust. My eyes rolled back and my back arched, as the sensations of the vibe engulfed my entire being, and I lost myself in my own depravity. My other hand began to pull and twist my nipples, as I frantically humped the vibrator. By then the vibrator was deeply buried in the depths of my core, buzzing away as it slipped in and out of my dripping hole.

The vibrator slammed faster in and out, as my hips rose to meet each thrust with equal fervor. My fingers were pinching my nipples harder, before letting them loose and moving down to begin rolling my clit between thumb and forefinger.

I was moaning loudly as I began pinching and pulling on my clit. The vibe was buzzing away at my G-spot deep inside and suddenly my body began shaking uncontrollably. My legs stiffened and my pussy tightened, I let out a scream of ecstasy as I felt every nerve in my pussy exploding and I came with such force I almost passed out. 

As I laid there panting, lost in the aftermath of a mind numbing orgasm, I was startled back to reality by a woman's voice:

"Oh my god... That certainly was very exciting, my dear!" she exclaimed. "Just what was it that brought on that much passion?" she inquisitively asked.

I tried to cover up, and she calmly reached out to stop me, saying "No need to be shy my pet. Don't stop on our account, my dear! Please, by all means, continue!"

I looked at her with a dazed stare. Lost for words I questionably mumbled "our account?" Then, looking around, I noticed that there were two other women with her.

To my surprise, one of them was completely naked. Her hands and elbows were tied behind her back and her ankles were hobbled. She had a gag in her mouth and a thick black leather collar around her neck. A leash was attached to the collar and the third woman was tightly holding the other end in her hands.

The first woman spoke again saying "I was out walking my slave and we heard the most delicious sounds coming from here. We just had to come see what all the excitement was about. Imagine just how surprised we were to find you lewdly masturbating, shamelessly lost in the throes of ecstasy, my child. It is truly refreshing to see that you are not ashamed to indulge in such activities." she said.

My face was glowing red both from my embarrassment as well as from my orgasm. Noticing my embarrassment she reached out and took my face in her hand. Brushing the hair from my face, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Then looking me directly in the eyes, she said:

"There is no need to feel ashamed my child, you are a very beautiful young lady, and you should never be embarrassed to embrace your sexuality. It would truly be my honor to own you, and to explore deeper into just exactly what limits you can be taken to. I think you would make a nice addition to my stable; you deserve to have someone who can really bring out all that passion. Will you allow me to take control of you for the rest of the day?" she asked.

Her calm nature, and the authoritative way about her, made me feel at ease and without even thinking I was answering "Yes ma'am!"

The next thing I knew I was being laid back down on the blanket, and my arms and legs were spread wide. The other woman then began to stake me out in a spread eagle, using some rope from a small duffel bag she was carrying. She used a rock to drive some stakes in the ground, and then she tied each of my limbs to the corresponding stake.

The second woman then lifted my head and tied a blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into complete darkness. I began to protest but was cut short by a sharp slap across my face.

"Just relax my slut! You belong to me now, and you will succumb to whatever treatment I desire. Is that understood my slut?"

As punctuation I felt another slap across my face, then my head was lowered to the ground. Not wishing to receive another I meekly replied

"Yes ma'am!"

I tested my bonds and found that I was totally helpless and there was no escape. I laid there in the dark for some time, as the two women sat and discussed their plans for me.

Suddenly I felt four hands roaming over my body. They were squeezing my tits, pulling and pinching my nipples, tugging on my pussy lips and pinching my clit. Their hands searching for my reaction to their manipulations. 

After a few minutes I felt a tongue licking up the inside of one of my legs. Licking and up, around my pussy, then back down the other leg. At the same time I felt a mouth close over both my nipples sucking, and biting them in unison.

In the meantime the tongue on my thighs had made its way into my wet cunt and was digging deep into my core. Eliciting screams of delight from my quivering lips. The tongue grew more persistent and soon was driving in and out of my pussy like a piston.

The girl's nose was rubbing against my clit as she drove her tongue into me. Causing me to buck my hips wildly, trying desperately to increase the pressure of her nose on my clit. My nipples were getting quite the workout from the two mouths clamped over them. They were biting and stretching my nipples with their teeth, pulling them to their limits, before they finally broke free .Causing screams of relief and delight to escape my lips, as I felt the rush of a cool breeze on my wet nipples.

As the girl's tongue continued with its ministrations on my pussy, I was startled by a sudden and sharp rush of pain. Nipple clamps were tightened on my unsuspecting nipples, followed by a quick, hard tug on the chain, causing me to scream in agony.

My screams were muffled as a warm wet pussy was quickly placed over my mouth. My tongue instinctively darted out and licked the moist lips from bottom to top, before plunging deep into her core. My tongue moving in unison with the one in my pussy. Both plunging deep in beautiful synchronicity, greedily coaxing out the sweet nectar from deep within.

In my mind it was almost as if I was licking my own pussy, each lick I took was returned back to mine at the same moment. As I continued to lick, that image kept popping into my mind, causing my pussy to quiver with each lick. I was brought back to reality by a sharp pain in my nipples. She was directing the position of my tongue by tugging on the chain that joined my nipple clamps. Tugging hard on the chain when she wanted her clit sucked.

At the same time the girl's mouth clamped down on my clit, sucking it hard into her mouth, biting and nibbling, I did the same to the clit in my mouth. Almost on cue, we both erupted in orgasm. My muffled screams vibrated through her pussy as it flooded my mouth with her sweet juices.

Once her orgasm had subsided and she had finished flooding my face, I felt her pussy leave my face, only to be replaced by the other woman's. She lowered her pussy to my waiting tongue, grinding her pussy hard on my face. Again my tongue worked its magic, drilling deep into her tight cunt, then nibbling her throbbing clit before returning to her depths. 

Back and forth, my tongue licked her hole and flicked her clit. Soon I felt her pussy clenching, and her thighs tighten on my head. She was rocking wildly as she began to squirt and spray cum all over me. I swallowed as much as possible, but most of it ended up running down my face. I laid there covered in her cum, as she removed her pussy from my lips.

The slave girl had now directed her attention to the rim of my ass and her tongue was insistently pushing deeper into my puckered little hole. She tongue fucking my ass like her life depended on it. The sensations were too much for me to handle, and again forced another mind shattering orgasm from me. 

The rest of the day was spent with her slave and I tightly bound in various positions, while the two mistresses idly used the whip, cane, crop, and whatever else they could think to use on our sore red flesh.

As night fall began to approach they decided it was time to take their slave and go back to their home. They released us from our bonds and told us to go jump in the lake and wash off. After cleaning up, they once again tied the slave girl's wrists behind her back and hobbled her ankles. Before gagging her, they allowed me to kiss her one last time. As I kissed her I could still taste myself on her lips. She was then pulled away from me and gagged.

The first woman then kissed me deeply and passionately. My knees quivered as I stood there in awe, not knowing what to do or say. She seemed to sense my confusion and smiled at me. Then in a firm tone she spoke once again saying:

"You were quite a refreshing surprise my child and you seem to enjoy having someone controlling you, so I'm going to offer you this opportunity just once. You have two choices: 1) you get on your horse and ride away. Taking the memory of today with you as you go on with your life. Or 2) you can get down on your knees right now and put your hands behind your back, thus acknowledging your choice to become my slave.

I stood there for a few minutes silently running the choices over in my mind, then without hesitation I knelt and put my hands behind my back. A big smile came across her face as she walked over to me. Holding my face in her hands, she lifted my chin and kissed me deeply.

My hands and elbows were tightly bound behind my back, and my ankles were hobbled. Then she fastened a makeshift collar around my neck, and tied a leash from my collar to the slave girl's collar. I was then told I was to address her as Mistress and from this moment on I was her property. With that she climbed up on my horse, took my leash and led me off into the darkness.



Beach Party



"How did I get to be the virgin sacrifice?" Margaret wondered, "and what do I do now?"

Margaret thought over the events that had led to her being in this embarrassing, tantalising and, she had to admit, sexually stimulating position. 

It had started with the beach party. There were about a dozen of them there. They all knew each other and were fortunate enough to have landed up on a private beach for their party. They were all in their late teens or early twenties, and Margaret, at nineteen, was by no means the youngest.

It was a warm day, a nice blue sky and plenty of sunshine, but with a cooling breeze off the water stopping the heat from becoming onerous. They'd played and enjoyed water sports before moving on to a barbecue.

Everyone was in high spirits and the gaiety seemed contagious, everyone happy and flirtatious. The party had started with an imbalance in sexes, but a couple of the men had to leave early for work, and a couple of extra girls turned up after work. 

There was now a dozen of them, evenly split between men and women, but no-one was actually paring up at this stage. They were just a homogeneous group, enjoying common pleasures.

It would be a bit hard to pinpoint just why they all seemed to be so high on excitement. They weren't doing drugs and, while there was beer available, nobody seemed to be getting plastered.

The atmosphere seemed to kick up a notch when the dancing was going on. It was Betsy that started it. Big boobed Betsy, as some of the men called her. She was bouncing about in what she called a dance, when one of those big boobs had bounce right out of her bikini. There was some general laughter as she hurriedly stuffed it back into place, but shortly after the errant boob made another try at escaping.

This time Betsy just muttered something along the lines of "the hell with it" and dropped her bikini top to the side. She didn't mind putting on a bit of a display.

Naturally, there was a bit of teasing, first of Betsy for going topless, and then of the rest of the girls for not doing the same. After a little of this Kathy had said "Fine. Enjoy the show" and doffed her top. With this example it wasn't long before all the girls were parading topless, enjoying having the men admiring their attributes.

So the general air of fun was also heightened by a tinge of sexual flirtation, and so the dancing and flirting continued.

Margaret wasn't sure why Kathy decided to drop her bikini bottom. She'd observed one of the men talking to her and laughing, and then Kathy was laughing and her bikini was dropping away and she was dancing nude.

Betsy had been the first to pick up on the challenge, of course. She never could bear to be outdone, so it was only moments before she was nude. Once the nudity was started it was easier to go along with it, than resist. "Lemmings," thought Margaret, as she shed her own bathers. "That's what we are. We're all lemmings, rushing to our doom."

So now all the girls were nude, dancing, sitting or just standing around flirting. The men still had their bathers on, although if anyone cared to look there were some notable bulges in some of them.

Someone teasingly asked why the men didn't toss their bathers and was told because of the semaphores.

Sandy was the one who had to explain. "Consider it," she said. "If a woman is excited and feeling horny," at which point she looked straight at Kathy's boobs, "then her nipples will stand out. However this can be explained away by cold water or a cool breeze. On the other hand, if a man is feeling excited, he immediately runs out a large semaphore flag and starts waving it in everyone's face. It can be rather embarrassing for the dear chaps." 

There was some general hilarity at this comment, and a couple of rude comments about how big the flagpoles were. This was the point, in Margaret's opinion that things started to go downhill rapidly.

There were some more comments on how to determine the true size of a man's erection. Did you go by length or width or did you take both into account. The general consensus amongst the girls was that length and width were more important than length alone, whereas the men tended to favour the length. Probably because that was easiest thing for them to measure.

Naturally the question then arose, which of the men had the biggest, as determined by length and width. There was the standard boasting and such, but it stopped cold when Sandy calmly observed that she had a tape measure in her purse.

The girls started teasing the men, offering to do the measuring and work out the proper size. They said length by the diameter would give them volume. Kathy said her phone had a scientific calculator and could give accurate answers. The men seemed just a little reluctant to put their appendages into the girl's tender care for formal measuring. 

That was when Kathy, damn her frivolous soul, offered a deal. "We'll give the winner a prize," she announced.

Interest was sparked, but just what sort of prize was she offering?

"Whoever has the biggest erection gets to deflower a virgin," announced Kathy with a laugh. "I know where I can get my hands on one."

The men seemed to think this was reasonable, the women generally agreed providing the virgin was willing, and Margaret was horrified and not at all willing.

Kathy turned and looked pointedly at Margaret, and it wasn't long before all other eyes were on her. Brian was the first to speak.

"Still a virgin, Maggie?" he asked, a teasing smile on his face. "Now that is interesting. What is your answer?"

"No. No, no, no and a thousand times no. I'm not offering myself up for a prize for anyone."

"You're not thinking this through, Maggie," said Kathy. "If you happen to look down, you'll notice that you're already naked and you're nipples are already standing proud, begging to be touched. It's fairly obvious that you're probably going to get laid tonight anyway, so why not with a real winner?"

"I'll tell you what, Maggie," said Andy, adding his little bit. "We'll add a penalty. If whoever wins doesn't give you an orgasm, none of the girls will get laid tonight."

There were a few protests about this, from both sexes, but Andy was insistent that the penalty should stand. "It will stop the prize from just being a wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. The winner is going to have to put some effort in."

To Margaret's consternation everyone seemed willing to go along with this, but she held fast to her refusal. There was just no way she would let them use her like this. That was why she was appalled to hear herself asking feebly what would happen if there was a draw? Would she be expected to take both men? 

"Don't worry," she was told, "If there's a draw you can take your pick and the person you don't pick gets his choice from the rest of us."

There seemed to be general agreement at this, and Margaret found that her acceptance of the deal had been assumed, though for the life of her she couldn't remember agreeing.

For a short while general hilarity reigned as appropriate measurements were taken, and retaken in several cases for no obvious reason. Watching and chewing on her lip, wondering if she should turn and bolt, Margaret drew the conclusion that some of the girls just wanted to be able to touch as many erections as they could.

Then a winner was announced, and the time for the virgin sacrifice had arrived. Brian approached her, smiling. 

"It's a good thing he's not gloating," she thought, "or the only touch he'd get would be my foot planted where it will quite ruin his erection." His rather large erection, she noticed, nervously.

She looked at him helplessly for a moment, before finding her voice. "When are you going to collect your prize?" she whispered.

Brian smiled. "Why here and now, of course," he said. "Don't you remember the penalty clause?"

Margaret swallowed. She had a lump in her throat and a sudden burning awareness of her breasts, which felt as though they were swelling, and of her pussy, which was now feeling hot and damp and waiting.

Looking nervously at the interested spectators and the large amount of beach available, Margaret broached her next question.

"Where do you intend to take me? There's not much privacy here."

"Nowhere," came the reply, and this time Margaret considered his smile to be a thing of pure evil. "Everyone will want to witness and make sure I give you your climax, so that they can start pairing up," he reminded her.

Brian reached over and drew her closer to him. A little too close in Margaret's opinion, as she could feel his prize winning entry gently reaching out to tap her.

"It won't be too bad," Brian told her, speaking gently. "You must have known this would happen to you sooner or later."

"What," Margaret returned, "Losing my virginity in front of a crowd to the winner of the world's biggest dick contest? I must admit that the idea has been on my mind since puberty." 

Brian laughed. "I'll take it slow and easy," he told her. "You can always call a halt if you insist. Do you want to back out before we start?"

Margaret looked at him. "That would be nice," she said wistfully, "But I don't think I can. We've gone too far. What would you do if I said I can't do this?"

"I'm not sure. My immediate reaction would be to shut you up with a kiss and to keep kissing you until I was inside you, but I'm afraid my gentlemanly instincts would say to let you go. For now," he added, giving her a straight look.

Margaret found that that look plucked straight at her pussy, blowing lightly on the fire already started. "He really wants me." She knew it, and she could feel the knowledge curling in her stomach and tweaking at her breasts.

She stood a little taller. "I suggest you go with your immediate reaction," she told Brian. "Hold the gentlemanly instincts for another time."

"Do you want me to tell you what I'm going to do?" Brian asked her.

Margaret stared at him. "No," she decided. "I'm sure I'll find out as you do it. Just as long as you remember that I don't know what I'm doing."

Brian laughed at her. "I'm sure you'll pick it up very fast," he told her. He reached out and touched her breast, cupping it and tweaking the nipple.

Margaret gasped, and swayed slightly towards him. "Yes," said Brian. "Just follow your instincts. That's the romantic instincts, not the scream and run ones."

Margaret gave him a look, which he blithely ignored.

"Don't worry," Brian murmured to her. "I'm not going to do anything fancy. This time."

Margaret felt a curl in her tummy at the insinuation that this might be a first for her, but Brian had no intention of it being a last. Then he was kissing her.

Brian reached for Margaret and started kissing her, finding her eagerly returning his kiss. At the same time he drew her firmly against him so that she could feel his erection pressed firmly against her stomach, letting her get used to its presence. 

Margaret leant into Brian's kiss, enjoying the feel of his mouth on hers and happy that she has some expertise in this area anyway. She could feel him, pressing against her, but tried to ignore it. She'd worry about that part of it later. Margaret felt his hands drop down to cup her bottom, holding her even more firmly against him. Her bare bottom, a little voice told her. This is a first.

Holding Margaret firmly, Brian was pleased to feel Margaret wiggle her bottom in his grip, apparently enjoying the touch. He ran his hands firmly back and forth across her cheeks, letting his hands follow the natural curves and tease the edge of her labia.

Margaret continued to exchange kisses with Brian, forgetting their audience, just enjoying the feeling of his mouth on hers and his hands gently stroking her. Even the feel of his erection pressing against her was titillating her senses and slowly building her sex drive.

Moving slowly, Brian's hands tightened around Margaret so he was holding her off the ground. Twisting slowly he gently laid her on the sand, sinking to sit beside her. Now the movement of his hands changed their pattern, sliding across Margaret's breasts and gliding down until they could lightly tease her pussy.

Margaret slowly became aware of the new touches, her body enjoying the sensations being raised within her, and she was pressing herself against those wandering hands, trying to keep in contact. She found herself missing the steady pressure of Brian's erection now that it was no longer pressing against her, and she groped around, trying to find the missing item. She gave a little grunt of satisfaction as her searching hand settled on Brian and closed, fingers exploring this organ that had been teasing her senses.

Brian gasped as Margaret took hold of his cock and he shuddered slightly as he felt her hands dancing lightly over it, touching and exploring. He was now fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples with his lips and one hand, while the other hand stayed exclusively below, slowly raising havoc within Margaret's pussy.

Twisting and squirming, Margaret tried to rub her love mound ever harder against those treacherous fingers that were slowly torturing her, rubbing, squeezing and trespassing between her lips, wriggling deep inside. 

Feeling her frustration and lust rising Margaret pushed hard against Brian, at the same time closing her hand tightly upon his erection. She heard Brian's sharp intake of breath and paused. 

"Did I cause that?" she wondered, and thoughtfully gave that lovely erection another squeeze. She giggled at Brian's reaction and went to squeeze again, only to be foiled by Brian desperately removing himself from her clutches.

"If you want me to last long enough to make you an ex-virgin," he groaned, "you'd better leave me alone for a while. I think you've reached a stage where you're saying come in, so I think it's time I did that. I'm just going to move your legs apart a little more, and then I'll make my entry. All you have to do is lie back with your eyes closed and relax and feel."

Margaret shook her head. "I want to watch," she said. "I want to see you enter me."

Brian smile down at her as he eased her back and moved her thighs further apart. "If you like," he told her. "I don't mind."

Margaret lay there, looking down at Brian's cock as it moved towards her sensitive lips. She was suddenly nervously aware of just how big it was. "But I still want to see it going into me," she thought defiantly.

Now Brian was easing her lips apart while pressing between them. Even as she watched she saw his head sink past the edge of her lips and could feel them closing around him.

Kathy was standing with the others watching, as Margaret's defloration advanced. She had thought it would be a fun and relatively harmless thing to do, but now she knew that it was also an incredibly erotic thing. She was breathing hard and she knew that she was well and truly sexually aroused. Someone's going to be lucky later she thought.

Andy was moving up behind Kathy, also stimulated by the performance taking back. Standing behind Kathy, he pulled her back against him, his erection pressing firmly against her buttocks. Kathy gave a small moan and pressed harder against this unexpected treat. She felt a hand reach round and cup her pussy, holding it firmly and lifting her off the ground.

Kathy gasped as she found herself sliding up along the person behind her, and gasped again when his erection dropped from between her cheeks and started bobbing gently against her slit, as though knocking for an invitation to enter. Then as she saw Brian start to slowly penetrate Margaret, she could feel her own personal assault begin, with a large cock pushing into her.

"The rules say we have to wait until after," she gasped.

She heard Andy growl. "You can do with the rules what I'm about to do to you," he told her, and to her joy and shock Andy thrust hard against her, sliding full length into her. She shuddered, and stood there quivering as Andy started to move inside her.

Margaret felt Brian's shaft starting to pierce her defences. She could see where the head and vanished into her and was aghast at the amount of hot, hard cock that wanted to follow. She tried to cringe back a little from it, but there was nowhere to go, and now Brian was pushing harder. Something had to give she realised, also realising that it would be her hymen that would be doing the giving. 

Brian could feel that he was pressing firmly against Margaret's hymen. He pressed harder feeling it starting to stretch. "Margaret," he called softly, waiting for her to glance up at him. "Sorry about this bit," he told her and even as Margaret nodded in acceptance he pressed firmly home, breaking her hymen and easing his way into her vagina. 

Margaret gave a small squeal as she felt her hymen tear, but she was ready for it and the pain wasn't nearly as bad as some of the horror stories made out. She'd closed her eyes for a moment as Brian had broken through, but now reopened them and watched fixedly as he slowly made his way into her.

Brian found he had to slowly force his way down Margaret's vaginal tube. She was hot and wet and welcoming, but her muscles were tight and unpractised, and reluctant to yield. But yield they did, as he made his slow way in, while Margaret watched his every move.

Slowly that cock was sinking into her. Margaret could feel it pressing ever deeper and she found she was enjoying these new feelings. Yes, it was big, and yes, it was strange, but she was shifting and changing and stretching to accommodate it. She glanced at Brian's face with its look of deep concentration on what he was doing to her, and her heart leapt, thrilled that she was the one causing him to work like this.

She could see that Brian was nearly in now, just holding off that last little bit to allow her to adjust. Without making a conscious decision, she saw her legs moving up and wrapping around Brian, and then felt them convulse as they forced him that last step home.

Margaret relaxed sinking back into the sand, for the moment just content to lie there and feel Brian filling her. She knew they were nowhere near finished but for the moment everything was just fine. 

Brian felt Margaret relaxing under him, softening, accepting his presence and liking it. He let her lie there for a few moments, relishing these new feelings. It wasn't long before he could feel Margaret starting to stir under him. There was more to come, and her body wanted to know what it was.

As Margaret lay there, quiescent but expectant, she felt Brian start to slowly withdraw. She felt herself tightening, instinctively trying to retain him, but he slowly pulled back until he had nearly left her. Then he reversed direction, sinking slowly back into her, teasing her internally as he came.

Again there was that slow withdrawal, accompanied by her reluctance to let him go, and then the return, with Margaret pushing up against Brian, trying to hasten the movement.

The third time, and this time Margaret let him go, but rushed eagerly to meet him as he returned. Each withdrawal was teasing her nerves, each return was setting them on fire, stoking a blaze that that was starting to fill her.

Now the retreats and returns were coming faster and Margaret was straining to match the pace, finding her hips naturally hitching up and matching the tempo. She was aglow with tactile pleasure, gasping for air as she hastened to meet this demanding invasion. Her body was a plaything, and she intended to make sure that it was played thoroughly.

Brian hammered his way into Margaret, master of her body and demanding that she match him. He was taking his pleasure and forcing pleasure upon her at the same time, both of them riding a wave that could only have one ending.

Margaret found herself screaming and clinging desperately to Brian, legs and arms wrapped around him as he throbbed, deep within her, flooding her with rich, hot love and sending her into a crashing crescendo.




Beach Party



Now she was lying back on the sand, settling down onto it with Brian lying warm and heavy on her and in her. Slowly she relaxed, taking in her surroundings.

Breathing deeply, Brian smiled down at Margaret, before rolling off her and to his side.

Finally becoming aware of her audience, Margaret struggled to sit up and tried to look blasé about the whole thing. This became a secondary matter when they all heard a frantic shriek, and turned to look towards Kathy. 

She was standing there, bent slightly forward and shuddering as she climaxed, neatly skewered by Andy, who was holding her in place. There was a pause as Kathy finally gathered her senses and realised that everyone was looking at her.

"It wasn't my fault," she protested. "I told him we had to wait but he just went ahead and bonked me. What could I do?"