sex by the beach

We started out a bunch of
people who worked in the
same
office. We nodded at each
other, chatted idly over coffee
about last night’s TV movie, the weather, and did anyone
really think that blonde in
accounting was a former porno
star? (She wasn’t, but hot
damn, she could have been. I’d
have popped for a copy of the flick in a heartbeat.) We
sent each other funny
birthday cards signed by
everybody,
forgave each other for dumb
drunken jokes at the annual Christmas party. Then the
bastards up above started
downsizing the company, and
used an ax to do it. We
seemed
to morph into a band of guerrilla fighters, a tightly knit
group willing to go down
together, fighting to the death
with honor rather than let
“The Man” rape our tiny
nation. (Uh…we started drinking a little
too much, too.) There were six of us. There
used to be eight, but one got
a pink slip one day, went into
shock, and ended up back
working for his father in some
shit small town. Another was sexually harassed by her
boss, and got a lawyer and a
better job rapidly. So the six
of us clung together
waiting for the ax to fall, and
making a lot of noise about what we’d do if it did.
Curl up and die was the
general consensus. I think it was Twig who got
the idea for renting the beach
house. She’s got maybe 50
more IQ points than she has
pounds on her skinny little
body. She’s into alternative everything, vegetarianism, and
is really very stable for a
flake. She thought we should
all take a vacation and “find
our centers.” My name is Jack,
and the last time I felt like my life had a center was
when my dad and I built
racecars in the garage.
Adulthood sucks. Carney was
getting over a bad relationship.
Nick was getting over a cracked rib he got when he
suggested Carney’s asshole
boyfriend take a hike WITHOUT
her stereo. “Little Stacy,”
never just “Stacy,” was a tiny,
fragile looking woman who never said much, but once
kicked the living shit out of a
drunk in a bar once that
touched Twig’s breast and
scared
her. Still waters run dangerous. Cleve was our “token
everything” as he put it. Son
of a Jewish mother, a black
and Hispanic father, and gay.
(We all spend December at
his parents’ house. Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza. Wow. The
food….) We honestly didn’t plan on
having anything happen on the
beach. (We keep saying that to
ourselves, and wondering if
we sounded convincing.) We
spent the day drinking sangria and talking, and when it was
night, we all went down to
the beach to…look at the
waves and stars, I guess. We
spread out a bunch of
blankets into one big soft spot, sat
down and were quiet for a
while. Somebody had some
music.
And “Little Stacy” stood up and
took off all of her clothes. We stared at her in collective
silence for a few minutes
as she swayed to the music,
eyes closed, hands gliding
over her body. “Uh,” Nick said,
then looked down at the bulge in his shorts. “Uh,” I
repeated. I also looked down
at my own bulge. Cleve looked
into Nick’s lap, then into
mine, then into his own.
“Contagious,” he said mildly. So was the urge to be naked.
Twig and Carney went to their
feet tossing clothes off, and
soon were naked and dancing.
Nick stood up painfully, and
began to take off his clothes. Cleve and I looked at
each other, shrugged…and
stripped. All six of us were
naked, moving to the music
and openly ogling each other.
I don’t think even then we had any other intentions than
blatant exhibitionism. That
situation lasted for…oh,
I ‘d say maybe another two
minutes. Then “Little Stacy”
went to her little knees and put her little mouth around
the end of Nick’s big cock and
sucked lustily. Nick stared
down in disbelief, then turned
around and stared at his
ass…and Cleve’s tongue, which was penetrating it. He
looked at me. I opened my
mouth to say something, but I
never got the chance. I went
over backwards suddenly.
Carney and Twig lowered me to the blanket gently, then
mounted me. Carney ground
her tight snatch down on my
hardon, and Twig lowered her
hot, wet cunt to my mouth. I
forgot about Nick for a while as I sucked and fucked
hungry pussy. Carney and Twig leaned
forward over me and sucked
each
other’s tongues. I couldn’t see,
but I knew, and it turned
me on more than anything in my life. I was being ridden by
two ladies who were also hot
for each other. I had to
tighten my ass and make fists
to keep from shooting Carney
full of cum too soon. Twig’s clit was so big and hard it
was like sucking a tiny cock.
She poured her juices into
my mouth when she started to
cum. I sucked her as hard as
I could, and she howled and thrashed on my face, rubbing
her creamy cunt all over me.
She finally fell over
sideways, and Carney leaped
forward to lick my mouth and
face, making small delighted noises. I wrapped an arm
around her waist, and lurched
up and over, putting her on
her back. I held her wrists
down and gave her one
extended, solid fuck. She wrapped her legs around me
and
humped up to meet me like
some kind of wild animal. She
shoved her hips up hard and
went rigid suddenly, her mouth open in a silent howl, her eyes
nearly rolling back in her
head. Her cunt clamped down
on my cock like a vise as she
came. I went nuts, fucking her
with savagely hard strokes until lights went off behind my
eyes. It felt like my
balls had imploded and all my
internal organs shot out my
cock. It was the most intense
orgasm I’d ever had, and for a few seconds I thought I was
going to black out. I heard
the roar of the ocean from
outside and inside my
head…and a while later I was
on my back staring up at the stars. I looked left and
saw Twig and Carney holding
each other and kissing gently. I
looked right and my eyes
got big. Nick and Little Stacy were
doing a fast and furious 69.
She was taking his cock deep
in her throat, and he had his
face buried in her pussy. It
took me a second to realize that Cleve was fucking the hell
out of Nick’s ass as he
knelt behind them. Wow, I
thought. I had the perfect
angle
to see. Cleve had a long, thick cock and huge balls. He
was pulling it all the way out
to its swollen head before
slamming it home again. Nick
raised his head and licked
Little Stacy’s cum from his lips. “Always wondered how a
cock up the ass felt,” he said.
“Cleve was nice enough to
help me find out.” I nodded
thoughtfully. “Cleve’s always
been nice about things like that,” I said. Cleve managed
to grin, then got lost again in
the sensations of
deflowering Nick’s ass. The small and delicate Stacy
came like a dozen sailors on
shore leave. She slid Nick’s cock
out of her mouth, turned
her head and let loose a string
of rather colorful obscenities. “Mother-fuckin’ son-
of-a-BITCH” she
screamed. “Do me, do me, do
me Suck my snatch” Nice
was so stunned he shot his
wad all over her face. Some buried part of his brain
realized he was spurting cum
over
that pretty little face, and he
soared up to an intensity
that nearly shattered him. Cleve felt that huge cum
through Nick’s ass and came
himself. He slammed his cock
home, and held it, pumping out
about a quart of cum, it
seemed, a lot of which overflowed onto Stacy’s face.
Both
men just went over sideways
and laid still. Carney and
Twig leaped as one to lick
Stacy’s face clean of all that cum. I raised my head a little
to watch. Damn, I loved to
see women doing women. “You do?” Twig said with a
wicked grin. I blinked. “Did I
say that out loud?” She
grinned and nodded, then went
mouth first into Stacy’s
quivering cunt. Carney went mouth
first into Twig’s hot snatch,
then Stacy completed the
triangle by gobbling hungrily at
Carney. Cleve managed to
get to his feet on the third try, scooped up a bottle of
wine and admired the sucking
triangle of ladies. “And me
without a camera,” he said. He
dropped down next to me,
took a long swallow from the bottle and passed it to me. I
also took a long drink, then
gestured at the ladies with
the bottle. “Does that turn
you on?” I asked, genuinely
curious. Cleve smiled. “I appreciate the beauty of it.
And
watching genuine, wanton lust
is arousing. It doesn’t
effect me the way it does you.
I’ve never had sex with a woman.” Three diabolical female
faces suddenly snapped
towards Cleve. Oh, shit, I
thought and rolled out of the
way just in time. The ladies just TOOK him.
Carney and Stacy put their
mouths on his cock and began
to lick, suck and nibble him
together. I got a brief look at
the wide-eyed open-mouthed expression on his face before
Twig lowered her cunt to his
mouth. Cleve’s tongue slid out
for a tentative lick, then
another…then another. Then it
was Twig’s turn to be wide- eyed and open-mouthed as
Cleve sucked the hell out of
the
first clit ever to be in his
mouth. She grunted, and
ground her snatch down on his mouth, riding his face hard.
He slide a hand up her leg, got
his index finger all
slippery with her juice…and
penetrated her asshole as he
sucked her. The combination of a finger-fucked asshole and
a sucked clit took Twig to
places undiscovered. She either
had multiple orgasms, or a cum
that should have been in a
book of records somewhere. It just kept on…cumming.
Carney and Stacy decided to
do it all to Cleve as he
sucked Twig to the edge of
insanity. Sucking, fucking,
eating his ass, licking his balls, everything over and
over, by one of them, then
both of them, then the other.
Carney was riding his cock,
grinding her cunt down hard
when he finally let go and pumped cum. She came with
him,
her movements making the
most incredible squishing sound
as he unloaded another quart
of his jism. They made a pile of semi-conscious humans after
that, and I swear at least
two of them were snoring. Nick managed to crawl over
next to me and make
whimpering
noises that I took to mean
“wine…now…please.” I held
the bottle to his mouth and he sucked. My engorged cock
twitched as I watched his
mouth work on the bottle. He
licked his lips, smiled, then
looked at my cock. “Hey,” he
said. “Want an amateur blowjob?” I should have just
said a
simple “yes,” because I never
got the longer response out.
His mouth came down on my
cock, and it was incredible. I pulled at his hips until he
mounted my face and fed me
his
cock. 69…with another guy. Oh.
My. Goodness. I sucked
him like crazy, getting more and more out-of-control with
the wicked pleasure I felt. His
mouth and hands worked my
cock and balls, I did the same
to him…and we came
together, driving our cockheads deep into each
other and
shooting cum. We swallowed. We
passed out.

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