Chapter Twenty-two -- No Bikini Atall
Darlene and Dwayne clung together, sensing others moving around them in the
darkness. "I guess we better get back and check on the kids," Dwayne sighed,
pulling up his shorts and zipping his sleeveless sweatshirt.
"They'll be all right," Darlene giggled softly. "The girls are there."
"They said they were going out about eleven."
"Well, Jennie is responsible enough for a little while."
"She's growing up so fast," Dwayne sighed.
"Too fast," Darlene chuckled, remembering the bikini and how ravishing their
teenage daughter looked in it. "Hey, where are my bottoms?"
"The waves must have washed them away," Dwayne told his wife.
She felt a surge of panic, adrenaline pumping so she flushed with a combination
of fear and something else. "I can't walk back to the townhouse bare assed!"
"Maybe this will help," Dwayne told her with an evil snicker, pulling something
from the pocket of his sweatshirt. "I found it in your bag."
'It' was a sex toy, a vibrator encased in soft, red, semi-transparent rubber
that was molded with a short fat dildo for insertion and a wedge of rubber
nubbins above it designed for clitoral stimulation. The outside of the thing was
smooth, designed to be undetectable under a pair of pants. It had attached
straps, a belt to go around the waist and a crotch strap to hold it in place.
Thin wires came out of the top of the molded rubber to connect to a battery box
and control.
"I..." Darlene felt a surge of excitement. She loved Joni's Butterfly and
similar vibrators. Experimenting with sex toys was part of the curriculum at GWU
and she had tried many of them but she hadn't tried the one Dwayne held. She
wanted to; that's why she put it in the bag. She thought he might think it was
sexy.
"In the dark, nobody will be able to tell it's not a thong bottom," he told her,
trying to sound reassuring.
"It's better than nothing," she agreed, tingling all over at the thought of
someone recognizing her state. Fear crept in, too. What if it was a cop who
recognized that what she wore wasn't clothing? She might be handcuffed and led
away to a police station. They might take photographs of her wearing 'it' for
evidence. All those thoughts just increased the arousal she felt as her husband
helped her step into 'it', pulling the wide elastic waist strap up her legs as
if he were pulling up a G-string or thong panty. "Oh, Dwayne," she moaned softly
as he pushed the short rubber shaft into her sopping cunt, using his fingers to
spread her labia so the ridge of little nubbins pressed firmly against her
clitoris. It actually covered as much of her as the thong bottom that she lost
in the waves.
Dwayne kept the battery box and control in the pocket of his sweatshirt. She was
tethered on a two-foot wire. He put an arm around his wife and pulled her close
as he guided her into the dry, loose sand a bit up from the wet sand where waves
gently lapped. After going a short ways, he turned her to face the ocean. She
gasped as he nudged the control up so 'it' vibrated gently against her clit.
"Oh, honey, no," a female voice softly begged from the sand between them and the
water's edge. If they looked carefully, their eyes caught shadowy impressions of
another couple making out on the beach. Dwayne moved behind his wife and pressed
'it' more firmly against her mons with one hand, the other hand moving inside
her jacket and under her bikini top to caress her breasts.
Tension. Sexual tension. 'What a turn on,' Darlene thought, fighting to remain
silent and still as 'it' hummed in her pussy and against her clit. Outdoors. In
public. So what if it's pitch black? It's not _that_ dark. She could make out
the couple less than thirty feet away, now rolling in the sand in a deep kiss.
As they watched, she could see... Yes, she was kneeling. He was behind her. And
Dwayne was behind her. Was everybody on the beach at midnight horny? Fucking?
Yeah, the couple was fucking doggie style right there in front of them while
'it' was doing delicious things to her.
"MMmmmm," Darlene moaned, her teeth clenched, her lips pressed together to
stifle the sound, her legs clasped together. And her diabolical husband backed
off on the control, leaving her horny and frustrated. And she couldn't make a
sound as Dwayne's handgently and slowly rocked 'it' in little circles against
her, therubber shaft stimulating the entrance to her vagina, keeping heron a
sexual high without giving her any relief.
The couple out there was getting close. Both were panting and the sounds of bare
flesh smacking against bare flesh were getting faster and faster. A gorgeous
half moon was just rising over the ocean, giving Dwayne and Darlene a perfect
silhouette view of the couple as their passion neared its peak. It was obvious
when the guy came, the slapping sound stopped and a soft "nggaa" sound emanated
from deep in his throat. Movement stopped. A snapshot of a couple in rear entry,
frozen as an unknown penis spurted into an anonymous cunt on the beach.
Dwayne moved his hands to clap softly. "Shit," the guy snapped and "Oh, fuck,"
the female voice let out as the couple jumped up and ran. "My top," they heard
as the young couple retreated. But Darlene saw that she wouldn't be too
embarrassed. The girl was pulling down on a shirt as the couple ran up the
beach, tripping and falling in the loose sand, giggling as they got up. Darlene
couldn't tell if the girl wore her bottom but she suspected that she did or...
"Oh," she gasped as Dwayne moved the slide control to make 'it' hum against her
clit again, then backed off. "You're going to drive me nuts," she whispered.
"I hope so," he answered softly, twirling Darlene around to kiss her deeply for
a minute, grinding his thigh against 'it' so Darlene thought she was going to..
But then he backed off, put his arm around her, and led her on up the beach
toward a dune where they heard.
As they topped the dune, they saw the glow of charcoal in a depression between
the dunes and vague outlines of some people half sitting, half reclining around
it. Open fires on the beach were banned but the college students who partied on
the beach were allowed to burn charcoal in low grills. They were asked to empty
the dead coals in pits far from the sandy beach and most complied. Dwayne and
Darlene were close enough to hear the voices now. Darlene recognized some of
them.
"You shit," Maria's voice whimpered. "You fucking shit. I told you I was going
to stay a virgin and I am. I wasn't going to leave you with blue balls, you
mother-fucking asshole."
"Shhh," came a hiss from another young woman who was embracing Maria. Darlene
knew it was Jennifer who held Maria from the tall, lanky frame. "It's all
right," she cooed to the distraught Latino girl.
"You guys blew it," Wendy told the group. "We came out here prepared to give you
the best hand jobs you ever had and maybe even a blow job or two if you were
real nice and what do you try to do? You try to fuck when we said that we didn't
want to do that! It was nearly a date rape and you're all shit."
"Paul's sorry," one of the other guys said.
"Damn it, why'd you have to spoil it?" Wendy whimpered. "You know, it wasn't
long ago that I was afraid I was gay and I was getting turned on with you,
Mort'."
Darlene recognized the name. He was one of the guys they played volleyball with
in the afternoon.
"And the touching and kissing felt great and I, geez."
"We're sorry. But what can we do?"
"First, pour out the beer. All of it," Jennifer said. "It's your choice. Get
high on us or get high on beer but not both. You're not showing a lot of
character, you know."
"We're not drunk," a new male voice said defensively.
"You might not be but Paul is."
"Not any more," Paul groaned. "That knee to my nuts got me sober real quick."
"You deserved it," Jennifer told him.
"Look, I'm sorry."
"Sorry's not good enough," Wendy snapped.
"I guess we better go," Mort' sighed. "Who has the flashlight?"
"Wait a minute," Wendy told him. "I didn't say it was over. Two of you acted
like human beings. Greg, you did turn me on and I'd like to stay and get to know
you. And your cock." She giggled. "Guys, we're not in love with you or anything.
You know us girls. We've got to be in love and preferably married before we go
all the way, at least I do. You might have found some 'Suzi slut' to fuck you
and probably give you the clap or AIDS but nice girls wait. But I, for one, am
curious about sex, cocks, and everything. Even though I intend to be a virgin
when I get married, I don't want to be a stranger to sex. I know how to get
myself off and I want to know how to get guys off so I can be a good wife
someday."
"But Paul's got to pay," she told them, changing her tone. "We can't have a
potential rapist go unpunished. If _you_ want to stay, you have to let us tie
you up and spank you."
"You've got to be fuckin' shittin' me," the boy named Paul said.
"Nope," Wendy told the whole group. "If you agree, I promise you'll get off.
I'll do it myself. Otherwise, leave. Now."
"You're serious?"
"I think he ought to get us all off," Jennifer said.
"With 'is tongue," Maria said, now calmed down.
"So what's it going to be, Paul?" Wendy demanded, standing with her fists
punched into her hips.
"Don't blow it for the rest of us," Mort' snarled.
"OK," Paul agreed.
"Turn around," Wendy snapped. He stood up and complied, crossing his wrists
behind his back so Wendy could tie them.
"I was wondering about that," Greg laughed. "I was afraid you guys brought rope
or chains."
"A scarf works just fine," Wendy said.
"The silk feels kind of nice," Paul chuckled.
"Your spanking won't," Wendy told him. "What do you say, girls? I say we spank
him until he gets us all off with his tongue. Do you want to be first, Maria?"
"No, last," she answered softly.
"Then I'll go first," Wendy said, untying the strings at the side of her bikini
bottom, then her top, laying them on the tote bag from which she had pulled the
scarf. Then she fished around in the tote for the baggie marked 'safe sex'. It
was full of condoms and dental dam squares, one of which she removed and spread
over her mons, smoothing the wrinkles until it conformed perfectly to her skin
and the contours of the inside of her pussy. "Come here, Paul," she cooed,
crooking her finger at him as she settled into one of the two reclining beach
chairs to get comfortable with her legs widely spread to reveal her rubber-clad
muff in the dim moonlight.
"He almost rapes Maria and he's getting all the pussy," Greg grumbled under his
breath.
"More rules," Wendy announced as Paul went to work, urged on by her hand gripped
in his hair. "One of each couple has to keep their pants on. And there's safety
in numbers and we're sticking together so if you can't hack doing it with
somebody else watching, you can leave now. Damn, you're not bad with that
tongue."
"How'd you like some titty?" Jennifer asked Greg naughtily. "Wendy's never had
three guys at once. If you'll suck on her titties, I promise you'll like the
reward."
Greg and Mort sprang up to kneel on each side of Wendy. Their touch was
tentative at first, gentle licks and caresses to her small but firm B-cup
breasts. As they did their best to give Wendy pleasure, Jennifer fished around
in the tote for a bottle of lotion. After removing her top, she put lotion on
her breasts and pressed them against Greg's bare back. Reaching around, she
fumbled with the tie inside the waistband of his trunks for a minute before she
managed to push them down and begin stroking his erect member with her right
hand.
"Are you still feeling neglected?" she purred into his ear so softly that
Darlene couldn't hear what she had said.
He lifted his head long enough to mumble, "What I'm feeling definitely isn't
neglected." Jennifer smiled and pushed his head back down to Wendy's chest.
Wendy let out a moan when he resumed suckling her nipple.
"Asshole," Maria spat, slapping Paul's bottom as hard as she could with her bare
hand. "You're lucky I don't have a whip," she snapped, giving him another slap
on the other cheek before taking off her top and imitating Jennifer, oiling her
breasts with the baby oil from the bag and lowering Mort's suit.
Darlene's moans were covered by the sounds being made by the six-person group
grope taking place so close to them. Pressed against her back, Dwayne controlled
her arousal with a combination of 'it' and his hands, again and again bringing
her closer and closer to an orgasm but always backing off before she got there
so she was whimpering in frustration but afraid to beg for release.
"This," Wendy said sternly, pointing with a finger as she held Paul's head by
the hair a foot from her crotch, "is my clitoris. If you want to make me come,
it's there that you need to lick." She pulled his face forward again. "A little
higher, st.. OK, asshole. Feel the little knob? That's it. Yeah, that's my clit.
Oooh, yeah. All around now. Oooh, not right on top yet, all around. Swirl.
Forget my hole for now. Swirl. Harder. Make your tongue stiff. Oh, yeah!"
"No!" Greg snapped suddenly, kneeling up. "I.. ah, shit!" Jennifer pumped him
hard as his pelvis jerked and he sent a dozen spurts of cream into the sand.
"Don't worry, lover," Jennifer cooed into his ear loudly enough for Darlene to
hear. "I think I might like to try sucking on this thing later and you'll last
longer the second time around. Your asshole friend will just get a hand job.
That's part of his punishment for being such an asshole. Look. He's getting
Wendy close. Want to suck her titty or would you like to watch me do it?"
"You? You?" Greg stammered.
"Yes," Jennifer told him. "We went to an all girls school. With no guys around,
we had to get off somehow. Want to watch?"
"Yeah," Greg grinned. "That'd be hot."
Jennifer giggled as she knelt next to her friend and took the hard, throbbing
little nipple into her mouth and bit gently before she sucked hard. Then she
nuzzled up at Mort's face until he lifted his head. She tongue kissed him right
over Wendy's face for a minute, then returned to Wendy's nipple, making her
friend groan and pant.
"That's it. Right there! Harder! Faster! Yeah, right.. Oh, yeah, faster! Oh,
gawd! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh." Wendy grunted rhythmically, digging her heels into
the sand to hump against Paul's face as she came violently in the moonlight.
"Nnnngggaaah," Darlene exploded, unable to remain quiet as Dwayne mercifully
used his hands and 'it' to throw her into one of the most powerful orgasms she
had ever experienced. She would have collapsed into a heap if Dwayne hadn't had
his arms around her to lower her gently to the sand, sitting between his legs.
"What was that?" Paul gasped, lifting his head.
"Just somebody getting off on watching you eat pussy," Wendy giggled, yanking
hard on his hair so he would finish her up with some licking around her whole
groin area. "I kind of like the idea of being watched, of somebody else getting
off on me."
"That sounded like Darlene," Maria said aloud, looking back over her shoulder.
"If that's you, Darlene, come on down and join us," Wendy called out softly,
feeling brave and liberated.
"No, Dwayne," Darlene hissed as her husband lifted her and urged her forward.
"Yes, my love," he said softly but clearly. "I'm a voyeur and you're both a
voyeur and an exhibitionist so come on."
"Oh, this is so embarrassing," she groaned unconvincingly as they reached the
bottom of the little depression, where Wendy reintroduced her to the guys who
remembered her well but refrained from making any crude comments about her
luscious bottom, large breasts, and small bathing suit. "I'm a married lady,"
she explained as Dwayne forced her to sit down in the sand. "This is my husband,
Dwayne."
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," the younger men replied, all except Paul whose mouth was still being held
against Wendy's lower belly. Greg stammered, "I thought she was, you know,
unattached."
"Don't worry about it," Dwayne told them. "I love the idea that my wife can
still turn on you guys. Makes me proud of her."
"You otta be," Mort agreed. "She's a fox."
"Please, you guys," Paul begged as soon as Wendy released his hair. "My nuts
ache something fierce."
"That's what happens when you don't take 'no' for an answer," Maria spat at him.
"Not from your knee," he groaned out. "From being hard so long. I've got blue
balls like you can't believe."
"Don't we all?" Mort sighed.
"Not all," Greg snickered. "Although I'm ready for round two."
"Well, now that we have a proper chaperon, we can all get naked," Maria giggled,
her earlier emotional trauma from nearly being raped forgotten for the moment.
She stripped off her bottoms and then pulled Mort's trunks completely off,
snuggling his cock between her oily breasts. "How about a tittie fuck?"
"Gawd, that feels great," Mort moaned, thrusting up between her breasts.
"Keep going," Maria encouraged. "Give me a come necklace."
Dwayne got up from behind Darlene and asked, "Can I borrow this?"
He held up the bottle of baby oil.
"Sure," Maria replied. "But would you give me another squirt?"
Dwayne gladly upended the plastic bottle and gave it a squeeze, sending a stream
of oil onto Maria's breasts and Mort's thrusting cock. Then he sat back down and
pulled his wife onto his legs where he began methodically brushing away the sand
from her bottom.
"No," Darlene told him.
"We don't want to set a bad example," he told his wife. "Don't say 'no' unless
you really it. Say, 'Oh, please, Dwayne.' I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, too. At
least I am tonight. If it would really be too much, then say 'no' loud and
strong, but otherwise..."
"Oh, no, oh, please, Dwayne," Darlene whimpered, closing her eyes as if it would
hide them from the others as her husband pulled the crotch strap to the side and
his oily fingers gently penetrated her anus.
"Hear the difference, asshole?" Wendy snarled at Paul. "It maybe true that
sometimes when a woman says 'no' she means 'yes' but anybody with half a brain
can tell the difference. Darlene is begging for it, saying 'yes' with her 'no'.
You knew damned well that when Maria said 'no', she meant it. If you want to get
off, kneel down and present your fuckin' white ass for your spanking, asshole."
Wendy flailed at his bottom until her hand was turning numb, then Jennifer took
over until she was also pooped and her hand hurt. Wendy gave the young man
another dozen slaps on each cheek, then told him, "I'm not through yet." She had
picked up the used dental dam and proceeded to use it at a rubber band to snap
against his tender red ass cheeks until she felt better. He endured the assault
stoically, hissing through his teeth and gasping but resisting crying out or
actually weeping.
"OK, I'm satisfied. You've paid up," Maria finally told him. "Are you still
hard? Would you like to give me another necklace?"
He could only nod. Maria actually felt a little sorry for him when she saw a
glint of tears on his cheeks in the moonlight. On her knees, she crawled to
retrieve the baby oil and then went back to Paul to enfold his cock between her
firm breasts.
"Am I seeing right?" Greg asked Jennifer as he looked at Darlene and Dwayne.
"Yes. He's fucking her asshole. I always wanted to try it," Jennifer said. "I've
had fingers and rubber toys up there but never the real thing. Are you up to
it?"
"You're kidding, right?"
"Let me find a heavy duty rubber and the KY," she told him, searching the tote
and returning a minute later.
"I thought you.. That you were, that you.. You said you wanted to bea virgin
when you married."
"A sexually experienced virgin," she told the surprised and pleased young man.
"And unless you miss and hit the wrong hole, I'll still technically and truly be
a virgin in that no penis has ever entered my vagina. Can you accept that? It
may seem a little weird, but that's my rule for myself. Any guy that I go out
with has to go along with it."
He was definitely ready. She tore open the plastic package and rolled the rubber
down onto Greg's shaft. Then she smeared the rubber generously with the lube.
"Here," she told Greg, handing him the tube and getting on all fours in the
sand.
"Get my butt hole ready." She had to coach him. "I take it you've never done
this before. OK, anal virgin, both of us," she giggled. "Put a whole bunch of
that up my poop chute with your finger. Ah, yes. I like that. Easy. Yeah. More.
More goo. Now, real easy, use two fingers. Oh, yeah!"
"I don't want to hurt you," Greg said uneasily.
"It shouldn't hurt at all if.. ah, if I'm.. oh, yeah. If I'm ready and loosened
up enough. Yes. Now three fingers. Easy," she told him. Then she switched gears,
asking, "Hey, can I borrow Mort? I want to make this a real orgy."
"I take it you want to blow him," Wendy snickered.
"While my butt gets fucked," Jennifer explained.
"You up for it, stud?" Wendy asked Morton.
"Not yet," he answered sheepishly.
"I bet she can get you up," Wendy snickered, taking a towel to remove the oil
from his limp cock. He showed signs of recovery thanks to her rough toweling.
Wendy found an ultra-thin for extra sensitivity type condom and used her hand on
Mort until his cock filled with just enough blood to let the condom roll on.
"Now let her give you a blow job," Wendy encouraged the young man. "She's only
given a couple in her whole life and she told me before that she wanted to
practice on some guy this weekend and you, my friend, win the booby prize."
He stepped up to Jennifer who smiled and immediately took the rubber-encased
cock into her mouth, licking along the bottom firmly, loving the feel as his
member steadily grew, becoming engorged and firmer in response to her
ministrations. She felt powerful and free and nasty. The presence of her friends
added several dimensions: safety in numbers; elements of voyeurism and
exhibitionism; a feeling of fellowship and camaraderie, sharing her men; pride
that she was taking charge now; a bit of one-upmanship. Gad, she felt hot with
her mouth full of cock and her butt filled with three very greasy fingers.
"I bet she'd like her titties sucked while she does it," Maria told Paul as the
young man with the blistered butt recovered from the first tittie fuck of his
life. She nodded toward Darlene who was kneeling up in the sand. Dwayne had one
hand against her groin, pushing 'it' against her clit while he plundered his
bottom with renewed vigor after slowing down a little after Darlene's last
orgasm.
Darlene had lost count of how many orgasms she had experienced and the count
depended on when she started counting. But her brain wasn't keeping score. Her
eyes were scrunched shut so tightly that she barely noticed a couple kneel down
in front ofher and settle into the sand. Dwayne released his embrace of her
upper body and she naturally settled forward into the young couple.
"Oh, no," she whimpered as she put out her hands to catch herself and found two
naked bodies supporting her. She embraced two heads with her arms and squeezed
as two sets of lips sucked on her neglected nipples, sending her over the top
again, bucking on her husband's cock and 'it' while those hungry mouths feasted
on her mammaries. "Ooohhh," she wailed, half-conscious that she was a reluctant
participant in an orgy in the sand.
'This has to end,' Darlene's mind told her. But it didn't end for another
fifteen minutes, her whole body constantly stimulated in more erogenous zones
than she knew she possessed, 'it' in her pussy and Dwayne's cock up her ass and
mouths on her nipples and six hands roving while her hands found oily skin and a
limp, oily cock that grew in one hand as her other hand found a hairy pussy. She
had no idea who she was touching and she wasn't willing to open her eyes. The
pounding in her ass grew more rapid, noisily smacking her sweaty cheeks as she
approached her next orgasm. She was sure she would never survive another one.
Feeling neglected, Wendy slid under her friend and lifted her head to lick
Jennifer's pussy. She flicked out her tongue to lick Greg's hanging ball sack as
it swung by. But pornographic movies and literature never told her how much
strain such a position puts on a neck and she soon wiggled her way out again,
stopping to suckle Jennifer's little titties on the way.
She went back to the bag to search until she found 'just in case,' a soft rubber
dildo with a vibrating egg on top to press against a clit. Standing over
Jennifer's back in full view of the rutting men, she lubricated it with more KY
and turned the control for the vibrating clit stimulator to 'high' before
reaching under her friend and inserting it in steady thrusts, alternating with
and then synchronizing with Greg's thrusts.
Just seconds of feeling the other object inside Jennifer sent Greg over the
edge. He slammed against her butt and let out a long, strangled, "Aaaahh." He
held on tight, buried all the way up the tall woman's Hershey Highway,
experiencing spasms that shook his body to the core as his cock pumped jism into
the reservoir at the end of the condom.
When she felt the dildo withdrawing, Jennifer's right hand instinctively swung
back between her legs to hold it in, the feeling of being completely filled so
overwhelmed her and the vibrating egg providing direct clitoral stimulation that
was lacking since Wendy's earlier licks.
Wendy freed her hand from under Jennifer's and took charge again, telling Greg,
"You've got to back out now." As he did, she giggled, "We wouldn't want this to
get lost up there," and she slid the slimy rubber off of his rapidly withering
cock. She gave him a hug and a quick tongue kiss before turning to Morton and
asking, "You want to try her poop chute, too?"
"Yeah, fuck my ass," Jennifer panted, dropping her face onto the blanket and
making a depression in the sand under it with her shoulders.
"Ultra-thin won't do for butt fucking," Wendy told Mort as he moved around the
tall girl who was now grinding against the dildo she held buried in her cunt.
"And spit isn't a suitable lubricant." She stripped off the ultra-thin and
rolled on a fresh rubber, coated it liberally with KY, and said, "Go for it."
"Yeah, fuck my ass," Jennifer gasped out as Mort slid easily into her tight rear
passage. "Harder," she ordered as the vibrator and dildo and throbbing cock
drove her toward an orgasm that she would never forget. "Faster."
Darlene's mind absorbed the words 'harder' and 'faster' out of the air as she
recognized the 'tiny death' of orgasm, perhaps the most satisfying of her life.
Every muscle in her entire body tensed to the breaking point, then exploded in
convulsions, vibrating with an intensity she had never known, and...
Jennifer had never known such overpowering sexual feelings, her cunt and ass
filled, her lips dry and stinging pleasantly, a mild taste of rubber still in
her mouth. How many people were watching? What a slut she was, begging for more
cock, both the artificial and real. Tears were streaming from her eyes, tears of
joy and relief as she too exploded in ecstasy.
"Are they all right?" Their little world among the sand dunes looked like a war
zone littered with casualties. Both Darlene and Jennifer had passed out
completely. Jennifer was lying face down with her torso on a blanket and her
lower body in the sand. Morton laid next to her, panting like he had run a
marathon and died as he delivered a final message, a rubber coated with sand
still clinging to his withered cock. Darlene laid face up in the sand next to
her husband who cradled her head on his arm and gently caressed her naked boobs.
"They'll be all right," Wendy snickered. "But I'm feeling kind of left out."
"Don't look at me," Greg said, his eyes wide. "I won't be able to come again for
a week."
"Me, neither," Mort gasped, not moving.
"How about a little lezzie action, Maria?" Wendy asked.
"No," she spat, unwilling to voluntarily engage in such activity.
"If you want something done right, I guess you have to do it yourself," Wendy
sighed, retrieving the dildo from the sand. But the batteries were weak and she
couldn't get all the sand off of it.
"Can I help?" Paul asked sheepishly.
"Put your pants back on and you can," she told him. Once he was properly
attired, she instructed him in the proper way to manually stimulate a woman to
orgasm. Then she put her bottoms back on and stripped him, demonstrating her
excellent manual technique on his manhood.
"Thank you," he panted as she held his shriveling cock after he hosed her naked
breasts.
"Clean up your mess," she giggled, pulling his face down.
"Yuk," he said.
"You owe me," she told him. "Get to work."
"We better get back," Dwayne told the group of recovering sex fiends as they all
slowly regained full consciousness. "Our kids are home alone." They all said
'bye' as he helped his wife to her feet and led her toward the sidewalks that
would lead back to the townhouse. She didn't even realize that her breasts were
exposed. Dwayne had to rearrange her top right after sliding the control up half
way, making his wife beg, "No. Oh, no, not more. I can't, can't..."
"Walk," he ordered, moving her along as she occasionally had to stop and twitch,
embarrassed by her lack of control, praying that no one would see that what she
was wearing was something other than a bikini bottom. Dozens of cars passed by
and they heard a few more whistles and calls of, "Nice ass," as they made their
way back.
Dwayne sprayed off the excess sand in the outdoor shower in the back and they
snuck back into their bedroom, Dwayne nude and Darlene just wearing 'it', the
battery pack now hooked to the waist strap, the C-cells' power completely
depleted. He led her to their bed. She was asleep the instant her head hit the
pillows.
-=*=-
The younger crowd had more energy, even if they yawned occasionally. Giggling
and laughing, still nude, all six ran into the ocean to wash off the accumulated
sand and cum.
"Thanks, guys," Wendy told the men when she was comfortably snuggled on a
blanket with Paul. "This is definitely a memorable weekend."
"Thank _you_," they replied in a chorus. "Memorable is an understatement," Greg
said from where he snuggled with Maria who had put her bikini back on.
"I should probably feel ashamed," Jennifer said, sitting next to Mort who tried
to warm the young woman who was at least six inches taller than his more or less
average height of five nine. "But we, Maria, Wendy, and I, well, we came out
here looking for adventure and we had one. We found an asshole who, I hope,
learned something."
"I'm really sorry," Paul apologized again. "I.."
".. won't ever try to force a woman again," Maria finished for him. "But it's
OK, Paul. I'm OK. You haven't scarred me forever or created neros.. Ah, what the
fuck. Look, guys. I've done my own butt so I could probably have done what
Jennifer did but it wouldn't be right for me. I hope I was OK."
"OK?" Paul almost shouted. "You were fabulous."
She blushed with pleasure. After six weeks of vigorous exercise at the school,
everyone else's breasts had shrunk exceptKaitlyn's, and there were obvious
reasons for that. But as her hips and her thighs tightened and slimmed, Maria's
breasts remained full and firm, looking even larger as the rest of her body
shrank. Her chest was a source of both pride and embarrassment, even as she
accepted Paul's obvious compliment.
"I am a little disappointed that I didn't get to eat any pussy," Greg told the
women. "I.. Well, none of.. Geez, I might as well admit it. I'm a virgin."
"And you still are, technically," Wendy laughed. "And I'm afraid you won't get
to go all the way with any of us, at least not this weekend. But, hey, where are
you guys staying?"
"It's a ways. We couldn't afford a motel near the beach."
"And I'm afraid it's just a double, two double beds," another said
apologetically.
"After what we've shared, I don't think I'll be embarrassed in a room with you
guys," Wendy snickered. "Our place is kind of crowded," she lied, not admitting
that she had a private room in the resort because she found she enjoyed group
sex such as they had just shared.
"I'm afraid I'm going to pass," Maria told them. "I.."
"That's OK, Maria," Jennifer told the Latino girl. "You'll have some time to
rest and a little privacy."
"Thanks, guys," she grinned back, feeling relieved but a little bit
disappointed.
"Well, I'll take on all three of you as long as you remember the rules," Wendy
told the guys.
"Not if I can help it," Jennifer snapped. "You guys ready to take us to your
place?"
"Right after we drop Maria off," Paul told them, leading the group out to his
car, which could comfortably, hold only four or five in a pinch. Six was
definitely a crowd. At the resort lodge, all six got out and five people tongue
kissed Maria good night and waited until she was inside before going to the
men's motel for the night.
