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 ï>¿Beachgoer by StalePerception

   Cassandra finds out first-hand why the beach is so quiet.

   Beachgoer Ch.  01

   Not a soul in either direction.  Just as the website Cassandra had found
stated, the private-property nature of the beach meant that even on a
Saturday afternoon, the crowds that plagued the public beaches were nowhere
to be found.

   Hopping on top of a large rock, she again peeked down both stretches of
the strip, and again she found the beach to be completely deserted.  She
sighed, relieved, "perfect."

   In no time flat, she had her spot all laid out: towel, umbrella, book
and soft cooler all positioned perfectly.  Cassandra might've been new to
the area, but she was certainly an experienced beachgoer.

   Settling in, she grabbed her sunblock and gave a generous coating to her
fair skin, taking great care to avoid missing any spots, sunburns be
damned. Now glistening and mostly protected from the sun, she rummaged
around in her bag and retrieved her newest book and set to reading.

   The romance novella she'd bought on a whim from the local bookstore was
okay.  Nothing spectacular, stereotypical hopeless romantics chasing each
other in circles, tons of casual flirting, waxing poetic about the futility
of it all over bottles of wine.  Just the way Cassandra liked it.  What
caught her off-guard, however, were the detailed depictions of smut.

   She had managed to get through about half of the thin novel so far, but
on three separate occasions, there were very graphic descriptions of sex
between the characters.  Cassandra was no prude by any means, but she was
certainly not one for erotica.  She tried her best to skim over the sexy
bits, but after some pondering, she came to realize that there were
definitely story details mixed in there that she didn't want to miss.

   With a sigh, she set the paperback down at the edge of her towel and
looked around once more.  Her spot was fairly private, bracketed in on
three sides, with beachgrass on her flanks, and a rising dune behind her.
She could see the ocean ahead of her a few hundred meters out and slightly
downhill.  She really had gotten lucky, she thought to herself.

   Rummaging again in her bag, she retrieved a different sunblock, an
aerosol this time, and turned over onto her stomach, facing the sea.  She
untied the knots holding her top on and let the strings fall, hoping to
avoid tan lines.  She sprayed a borderline-excessive amount of sunblock
across her back and did her best to rub in what of it she could.  It was
the best she could manage without someone else around to help.  She sighed,
"that'll do, I guess."

   Returning her attention to her book, she dove head-first into the smut.
The scene was set, with the main character and her friends at a club, the
main character dragged her most recent dance partner aside, into the
bathrooms.  Cassandra pressed her thighs together, the beginnings of
arousal starting to peek into her mind.  She continued reading as the
characters progressed steadily, kissing, making out, feeling each other up
as they fumbled into a stall.  Her mind raced as she continued reading, the
characters steadily growing more debaucherous as they gave into their own
arousal, mirroring Cassandra's.

   Further down the rabbit hold she fell, until the characters began to
fuck, right there in the bathroom stall.  Cassandra panted under her
breath, "fuck, a total stranger..."

   That's when she realized she was grinding slightly against her towel,
her body subconsciously seeking out whatever tension release it could.  She
could feel her nipples were hard and pressing against the texture of the
towel, teasing slightly.  She took a deep breath, setting the book down
once more, "Okay Cassie...  Take it easy..."

   For a brief moment she considered indulging her arousal and
masturbating, but shot the idea down almost immediately.  The beach
certainly appeared empty, but there was no way to be sure.

   Right?

   She hemmed and hawed for a second, before reaching under her body and
adjusting her bikini top to cover herself, just in case, before standing
up. She looked around once more, peeking over the top of the grassy dunes,
searching for any sign at all of other people.  She could see what looked
like a bright red umbrella a mile or two down the strand towards the public
beach, but aside from that, there was hardly a soul.

   "Fuck it."

   She dropped her bikini top at the side of the towel and sat back down,
laying on her back and spreading her legs.  Picking up the book once more,
she continued reading.  The character's partner had a stereotypically huge
cock, and had the main character bent over in the stall as he railed her
from behind.  "God, yes..." Cassandra sighed under her breath.

   She reached down with her free hand and squeezed one of her ample
breasts, more than filling her slim hand.  She pinched at the stiffened
nipple and tweaked it a little before doing much the same to the other,
eliciting a long sigh from her mouth.

   Cassandra's mind filled with fantasy, inserting herself into the story
in place of the main character.  Standing there in the bathroom stall
getting fucked hard by a sexy stranger.  Without a care in the world as to
who might hear.  Her free hand trailed down her body, across her toned
stomach, before sliding slowly underneath her bikini bottoms.  She could
feel she was already soaking wet, and she began to tease herself slowly, as
she made a conscious effort to continue reading.

   The story progressed, with the character and her partner cycling through
a handful of positions, and Cassandra following suit in her mind.  Her
fantasy drove her up the wall, and the intensity of her arousal climbed
ever higher.  Still though, she maintained a slow, teasing pace with her
fingers, rubbing up and down her lips and softly grazing her needy clit. 
Not for long however, as her increasingly-depraved fantasy and the story of
her book fought for center-stage in her mind.

   Cassandra set the book down, the fantasy winning out, and she summarily
abandoned the slow, deliberate pace of her fingers and she devoted
increasingly more attention to her clit.  She rubbed intently, pressing
harder and harder against the little nub as she fucked the imaginary
stranger more and more in her mind.  Her other hand, now free of the book,
set to teasing her sensitive breasts, squeezing and pinching at the
nipples.

   Her mind raced, the fantasy beginning to take of a life of its own
before the untimely arrival of a visitor dragged her back to reality.  The
intruding flying insect landed right on her face, blissfully unaware of the
interruption it had just caused.  "Fuck!  Shit!"

   Cassandra screamed and swung her arms across her face, causing the bug
to retreat and fly away while it still could, leaving behind the wrath of
the woman scorned.  As she realized the coast was now clear, she sat up and
sighed.  Her masturbation interrupted, reality sank back in quickly.  She
thought aloud, "Okay.  Too much.  Let's...  Let's just relax.  It's way too
public here to be doing that."

   With a deep breath, she laid back down, doing her best to purge the
lingering fantasy from her mind.  She looked at the book and considered
settling back in to read before dismissing the idea altogether.  "Nope.  No
more.  I'll read you later.  At home.  In private.  With no bugs."

   She shoved the book back into her bag and continued lounging.  Looking
to the sky, a few puffy white clouds passed overhead.  They floated by
lazily, sleepily even.

   Much like Cassandra.

   *****

   Cassandra moaned loudly, looking down between her spread legs, as the
stranger's 12-inch cock stood at attention.  Wordlessly, he ground it
against her naked and soaking-wet pussy.  Its hard underside pressed and
slipped against her sex, spreading her lips and teasing intently at what
was next to come.  She whimpered between moans to her partner, "what are
you...  Wait, here?"

   The muscular man simply nodded as he reached down and adjusted his
erection, pressing hard now, before backing off a bit and rubbing the tip
of his cock against Cassandra's needy hole.  She reached out and pressed a
tiny hand against his ripped chest and whined, "wait, but what if someone
sees us?"

   The man chuckled as he continued teasing, pressing the head of his cock
harder against the entrance to Cassandra's pussy.  He retorted, with a hint
of arrogance, "let 'em look."

   And with that, he thrust hard into her.

   *****

   Cassandra awoke with a gasp, finding that her fingers had taken the
place of her partner's cock.  She had dozed off watching the clouds, she
realized, "What the..."

   She shook her head a bit, dismissing what lingering thoughts of her
dream remained.  She withdrew her hand from underneath her bikini bottoms,
and taking stock mentally, she sat up.  "Okay, let's see..."

   She had forgotten to put her top back on before she dozed off, and her
breasts were still uncovered, though thankfully there was no sign of
sunburn.  Her bottoms had been tugged to the side, and her pussy was
uncovered.  "Must've done that in my sleep," she thought to herself.  She
turned to her side to look for her phone, hoping to check the time, and
that's when she saw it.

   She had a visitor.

   A young man was sitting maybe ten feet away, staring intently at her. 
He appeared to be in pretty good shape, with toned muscles and tanned skin.
He clearly took care of himself.  What really caught Cassandra's attention,
however, was the fact that the man was completely nude, his cock erect and
standing tall, and with his hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly.

   Cassandra froze.  Uncertain of whether this was another dream, or if she
was really awake, she simply sat there and stared back, well, stared at his
cock that is.  It was decently large, veiny, and throbbing with every
stroke of the man's hand.  Blinking hard, she reached up and pushed her
sunglasses down her nose, still trying to determine if her visitor was real
or if she had just been seeing things.

   Not a word was spoken between them, their eyes locked on each other's
naked bodies.  She had no idea how long the man had been there, or even of
how long she had been asleep.  It couldn't have been that long, given she
hadn't started to burn at all, but she wasn't entirely sure.  Still groggy
from her nap, she continued to stare.

   The man shifted a bit, now seeing that Cassandra hadn't reacted
negatively to his presence and came to his feet in the same spot he had
been sitting.  His hand still wrapped around his erection, he took a
half-step towards Cassandra, seemingly testing the waters and watching for
any sort of reaction.

   She hadn't missed the movement, and her eyes jumped between the man's
cock and his eyes.  She watched intently as he took yet another step, and
another, and another.  He was maybe three or four feet away from
Cassandra's side before he stopped.  He brazenly raked his eyes across her
uncovered form, starting at her feet, up her slightly-spread and toned
legs, stopping briefly at her uncovered and glistening pussy, before
continuing up her tight stomach, her large breasts and finally stopping
when he locked eyes with her.

   Cassandra was fascinated with this stranger standing in front of her. 
He didn't appear to be embarrassed or anything, and the entire time he had
continued to stroke his erect cock.  By now, Cassandra could see that he
was decently well-endowed, with maybe seven or eight inches of length, and
adequate girth to round it out.  Again, the fantasy flooded back into her
mind, and the stranger from her dream was replaced with the stranger
standing before her.

   She rolled onto her back once more, never breaking eye contact with the
stranger.  He followed suit, drilling down to his knees and watching her
intently.  Her arousal was at an all-time high, with the erotic sight
before her and the thrill of being more or less completely naked in public
pushing her ever higher.  Her hands took on a mind of their own and began
to trail up and down her body, her fingers raking across the front of her
torso, dragging intently across her nipples.  She could tell that the man
enjoyed it, and his pace increased ever so slightly to match her growing
arousal.

   Apparently encouraged by this, the man scooted closer, still on his
knees, and ended up right at the edge of the towel.  His pace never
stopped, never faltered.  Locking eyes with Cassandra, he reached out with
his free hand and made the motion of rubbing over her exposed breast.  Her
hands moved away, and his hand took the place of hers, cupping the
underside of one of her tits before squeezing all the same.

   Cassandra felt like her skin was on fire wherever the man touched her,
his strong hand squeezing at her sensitive tits, teasing fingertips across
her nipples.  Her eyes rolled back just a bit as he moaned under his
breath.

   He appeared even more brave now, and scooted as close as he could, his
knees pressed against Cassandra's side, and played with her tits even more
roughly now, pinching and tweaking her hardened nipples.  The pace of his
stroking grew progressively faster as he touched her more and more.

   Cassandra was a woman possessed, her arousal driving out any thought of
stopping or taking a step back.  She could hardly believe how erotic the
whole situation was, and she stared intently at the man's cock as his hand
whirred back and forth across its length.  She could see his balls churn,
boiling cum threatening to spill over the edge.  She was barely conscious
of it as he edged ever closer, his cock mere inches above her breasts,
aimed directly at them.

   The man panted, he breath growing more and more ragged as he quickly
approached climax.  He adjusted a little more, the tip of his cock now
aimed straight across Cassandra's tits, and he returned his gaze to her
face.  Her eyes telegraphed hunger.  The hunger of a woman driven mad with
arousal, and in a moment her need was communicated silently to him.

   The moment they made eye contact, he lost all control.  Cassandra was
caught by surprise as the man began to spurt thick ropes of cum across her
chest, a guttural groan forced from his mouth.  One after the next, the
streamers splattered across her tits, over her shoulder, across her neck,
and down her stomach as he lost control of his now-frantic stroking.  As he
milked the last few droplets of cum from his shaft, he leaned back and
admired his handiwork.  She was absolutely covered in it, thick white ropes
all over her body.  She had never seen a man cum so much in one go before.
The quiet of the beach was broken only by the ragged panting of the two of
them.

   Cassandra, before long, realized that she too had been caught up in the
arousal, her fingers rubbing intently across her pussy the entire time. 
She slowed her pace, now just teasing slowly.  Her mind was hazy, a mix of
fantasy and erotic bliss continuing to stave off any sort of logical
response to the whole situation.  She released her clit and dragged her
hands up and down her body, smearing the man's cum all over herself.  She
looked over to where the man had been and found he was no longer there.  He
had just up and disappeared.  There were footprints leading away, so she
concluded that it had probably been real, but she couldn't help but feel
slightly disappointed that he hadn't stuck around.  Why she wanted him to
stick around, she wasn't sure of, but she wished all the same.

   After a brief reprieve, she sat up and looked down towards the ocean. 
However, the first thing she saw was a random person waking along the
beach, unaware of her still-naked presence.  What really struck her,
however, was the fact that the person she saw was also completely naked. 
Confusion, disbelief and realization all flitted across Cassandra's face in
the span of a few seconds, as reality washed over her like an ocean wave.
She was still in public.

   With a startled squeak, she fixed her bottoms and pulled her top back on
to cover herself.  Fighting to take a deep breath, she tried and failed to
calm herself down.  A million thoughts flooded her mind.  Who was that man?
Why was he watching her?  Why had she let him touch her?  Why had she left
him cum on her?

   With frantic pace, she messily packed up her things and made her way up
the beach, across the dunes, and back to her car.  Along the way, multiple
beachgoers passed her by, all in various states of undress.  She thought to
herself as she walked along the path to the parking lot, "what the fuck? 
What the fuck is this beach?"

   Her questions found answers at the trailhead.  The signs she had ignored
as she had excitedly made her way down to the beach earlier spelled it out
as clear as day: clothing optional.  A nude beach.  No wonder it had been
so quiet.

   *****

   That night, after a long, hot shower, Cassandra settled into bed.  A
thousand questions had still gone unanswered as she fought to ignore them
throughout the rest of the day.

   "What the fuck were you thinking, Cassie?"

   She looked across her bed to the novella, sitting on her nightstand
almost mockingly.  It gave her the answer she was looking for.  She sighed
deeply, and answered herself aloud:

   "That was so hot."



   Beachgoer Ch.  02

   Cassandra makes new friends at the beach.

   Cassandra sat in her car, radio off, engine still running, as she stared
at the Welcome sign at the beach trailhead.  There were certainly more
people on the beach this weekend, she had counted six other cars as the
pulled in.  She raised the question to herself, "what the fuck are we doing
here, Cassandra?"

   Just last week her trip to this same beach had ended
not-so-uneventfully, and over the days that followed, it ended up being all
she could think about.  She could hardly focus on her work, and in the end,
despite the persistent arousal that followed recounting the events and the
fantasizing that accompanied it, she couldn't help but feel conflicted
about what had happened.

   None of that had stopped her from driving to the beach again the
following Saturday though.  In the back of her mind she hoped that maybe,
just maybe, she would see that same man again, and...  That's about where
her plan fell apart in her mind.  She wasn't sure what she would do at that
point.  She sighed heavily, still debating the merits of turning around and
driving home.

   "Okay, okay, fine.  We're already here, let's just do it," she finally
concluded, after several minutes of silent contemplation.  She got up and
gathered her things and took a good look at herself in the reflection on
her car.  She wore a different bikini this time around, one that she
arguable found to be a little more revealing than the last one, but she
figured that if she were going to take it off anyways, what was the point
in wearing something that covered her up more?

   Maybe, a small voice in her head spoke, it would get people's
attention...

   *****

   Cassandra did her best to avoid staring as she made her way down the
strand, passing by several other lounging beachgoers.  In spite of the
small bikini she wore, she still felt overdressed as she passed another
young woman, completely nude, sunbathing without a care in the world.

   "What am I doing here..." she pondered quietly to herself as she
approached the hopefully-secluded spot she had used last week.  To her
relief, she found it empty, and got her things set up once more.

   Taking a deep breath, she stood and looked around, surveying the beach
around her.  The nearest other beachgoers were several hundred feet away,
and paid no mind to the clearly-nervous young woman.  She may as well not
even exist to them.  She sat back down on her towel and huffed, "Okay,
Cassie.  Let's do this."

   She untied her bikini top and let it hang free in front of her breasts
and, with a sigh, pulled it unceremoniously over her head, tucking it into
her backpack.  Feeling a bit more confident now, her bottoms quickly
followed.  That was it, she was nude.  On the nude beach.  She took a deep
breath to settle herself and laid back on her towel.  The sun's warmth felt
good on her bare skin, and she willed herself to relax.

   Her choice of reading material this week was a bit tamer, another
romance novella, but one more limited in the smut department.  She sat up
and, extracting it from her bag, laid down on her stomach, facing away from
the ocean.

   The next hour and change passed seemingly without incident and Cassandra
pored over the book, tearing through over half of its pages.  She was
certainly enjoying it, but something just felt off.  The book quickly found
itself replaced in the backpack as she got up and started towards the
ocean. Making her way down the shore, she noticed a couple of other
beachgoers had set up their towels and umbrellas nearby.  Closer to the
water, but out of view from where she herself had set up shop.

   She had eyes all over her, especially as she made it down to the fringe
of the waves' reach.  Striding forward a few meters, she let the cool water
wash over her feet and up her ankles.  Several men stared unabashedly at
the well-endowed young lady standing just a stone's throw away, unaware of
the half-dozen sets of eyes locked intently on her naked form.

   Cassandra was none the wiser as she turned and walked along the beach's
length, letting the waves lap at her ankles, stopping occasionally to bend
down and pick up a shell or rock that had caught her eye.  The men at her
back raked their eyes over her, and couldn't help but stare as she bent
down at the waist, exposing herself to them.  They murmured to themselves
at the apparent exhibitionist in their midst.

   After a few minutes of wandering, Cassandra decided to head back.  She
didn't want to have to deal with sand sticking all over her, nor did she
want to have to deal with the salt water in her long hair.  Once more, she
passed the cluster of people between the water and her spot, and this time
she noticed the staring, among other things.  Her heart skipped a bit as
she spotted one man's erection poking up from between crossed legs, and she
almost tripped as another man came to his feet as she passed.  This one
didn't stare, but the bulge in his speedo betrayed him.

   She felt herself turn bright red and she picked up her pace just a
little as she bounded over the small ridge and tucked back into her spot.
Laying down once more, now on her back, her mind raced over what she'd just
seen.  Her body, on display for all to see, had not gone unnoticed.  That
whole cluster of people had gotten a good look at her, and she realized
that she had probably given them all quite the show as she tucked her
newfound collectibles into her bag.  She couldn't help but feel a little
excited by the idea of it.

   "Hi," a voice suddenly picked up from a couple of feet away.  Cassandra
jumped at the sudden intrusion, having been focused on her own thoughts and
staring down into her backpack.  She looked up and found one of the men
from down in the beach, his towel and umbrella in his hands, covering his
groin.

   "Oh, uh...  Hi!" Cassandra stammered, barely knowing what to say.  She
had yet to actually speak to anyone else on this beach before.  She was
usually decently social, but the circumstances of this beach in particular
nagged at her mind.

   "Do you mind if I set up over here?" The stranger implored, his
umbrella-toting hand motioned off towards Cassandra's right, hopefully
meaning a ways away from her, she thought to herself.

   "I mean, sure," she responded, trying her best to sound natural, though
she telegraphed her nerves clearly in every word.  As much as she was
nervous, she still felt an overwhelming urge to not be rude.

   "Cool.  Nice quiet spot back here, isn't it?" The man struck up
conversation as he set his towel down mere feet from Cassandra's, much
closer than she had anticipated.  His semi-erect cock hung free between his
legs, catching her eye.  She did her best to not stare, keeping her eyes
intently locked on the sea.

   "Yeah.  It's a perfect spot, really," she replied quietly, again failing
to keep it natural.  Try as she might, she couldn't help but sneak a peek
as the man finished putting up his umbrella and took a seat, just a few
feet from Cassandra's side.  He was a slimmer-built man, maybe 35 or so
years old, with not a tan line to be seen.

   "I don't think I've seen you here before," he mentioned off-hand as he
laid out flat on his back, trying to nudge the conversation along.  "Is
this your first time visiting?"

   "No, I came here last Saturday too," Cassandra replied with a huff,
briefly recalling her eventful visit last week.  "Do...  Do you come here
often?"

   "Oh yeah, I come here every weekend.  Sometimes I meet up with a few
friends, you know?"

   "Oh, that's cool.  I don't think any of my friends would be interested
in coming to...  to this kind of beach," Cassandra stammered a little, but
managed to stay engaged in the conversation.  She snuck another peek,
finding the stranger's cock still half-hard, sticking up slightly as he
laid on his back.

   "Oh, that's a shame," the man said with a hint of disappointment in his
voice.  "It really is the-more-the-merrier on this beach!"

   "I mean, maybe once of these days.  I...  Honestly I'm not entirely
comfortable yet myself," Cassandra opened up a bit, catching mid-sentence a
bit as she peeked and watched the man's erection twitch a little.

   "Oh, please, there's no need to be shy.  You have a magnificent body,
and there's no shame in letting loose a little!"

   "Oh, well thank you," Cassandra blushed slightly at the compliment
before taking a deep breath and laying out on her back once more.  "I'm
Cassandra, by the way."

   "Chris.  It's a genuine pleasure to meet you, Cassandra."

   "Nice to meet you as well."

   With that, the conversation dried up completely as the two sunbathers
relaxed and soaked up the warmth of the sun.  Cassandra thought perhaps a
little too deeply about what Chris had said about meeting with his friends
here.  Her mind wandered once again to depraved places, and she mashed her
thighs together as the wetness began to accumulate between her legs.  She
dismissed the thoughts as mere fantasy and shook her head, willing the
raunchy mental images from her focus.

   *****

   Sometime later, Cassandra rolled onto her stomach and rummaged once more
in her bag, seeking out her sunblock.  However, the spray she used to cover
her back was nowhere to be found.

   "Goddammit," she thought to herself.  Evidently, she had been thinking
aloud however.

   "You okay?" Chris chirped as he sat up from his spot next to Cassandra.

   "Well...  I forgot my spray for my back," she sighed, kicking herself
for leaving it at home.

   "Oh.  Do you want some help with your back?" Chris offered, reaching for
his own bottle of sunblock.  "I understand if you're not comfortable with
that."

   "I...  Yeah, okay.  I would really appreciate it," Cassandra resigned
herself to it.  It should be fine, it was just a little sunblock after all,
right?

   "Of course!  We wouldn't want to burn this flawless skin, would we?"
Chris popped up to his knees and shuffled over enthusiastically.  Cassandra
once more grinned a little at the cheeky compliment, even coming from an
older man it felt nice to be showered with sweet sentiments.  "Okay, this
may feel a little cold..."

   Her back tensed immediately once he touched her, a gentle running of
both hands along her upper back.  It didn't feel cold at all, if anything,
it felt as if her skin were alight wherever he touched her.  Her legs
squeezed together as his hands pressed a little more firmly, working their
way down her back.  She could feel that he had applied a liberal amount of
lotion to her back, his hands glided smoothly over her skin.

   Honestly, it felt amazing on Cassandra's end, as Chris started to apply
a little bit more pressure, really working the slippery lotion into her
skin.  She sighed, "that feels really good..."

   "Do you like that?" He implored softly, his voice dripping with
suggestion.  He pressed firmly again as his hands ran over her shoulders
and around the back of her neck.  Before she could reply though, he
released her, placing his hands in his lap, still kneeling at her side

   "Oh yes, I definitely do," Cassandra whined, "please, don't mind me. 
Carry on."

   "Your wish is my command, Cassandra," he crooned as his hands dove right
back in, now intently massaging her back, applying firm pressure to her
tired, knotted muscles.  He continued for several minutes just as he had
started, kneeling at her side.  Then he once again stopped and released
her. "Do you mind if I...  Reposition a bit?"

   "By all means...  Do whatever you need to do," Cassandra essentially
moaned.  She felt way too good to let this stop yet.  She hadn't had a
massage or even a basic back rub in years, and to have what appeared to be
such skilled hands working her over was like being in heaven, "just don't
stop."

   "As you wish," he practically whispered in reply.  Chris came to his
feet and shuffled over a bit.  He realized that Cassandra probably hadn't
been thinking quite of this, but she did tell him not to stop, so...

   "Oh!" Cassandra squeaked and looked back over her shoulder as Chris
dropped to his knees again, now straddling her thighs.  She could feel his
mostly-erect cock and his balls brush against the back of her thighs.  She
definitely hadn't expected this when he mentioned re-positioning.  She was
quickly defused, however, as his hands quickly picked up from where they
left off, massaging rather firmly at the small of her back.

   "Is this okay?" He asked softly, not stopping his ministrations of her
back for even a second.  He knew it had been risky jumping right into this
level of body contact, but she was so hot that he figured it was worth
taking the chance.  His thumbs pressed hard and trailed down the length of
her back by her spine, pushing out to the sides as he reached her waist.

   "This...  This is okay," Cassandra affirmed, against her better
judgement.  The position was a little awkward, but it was the same as if
she had done a more traditional massage.  Just this time the therapist was
nude, and so was she.  She allowed herself to relax as much as she could
manage and sighed deeply, enjoying the massage.

   Chris continued his massage, and gradually began to expand the area of
coverage, down her exposed sides, and dipping progressively lower and lower
down her back until the edges of his thumbs were at her butt.  He didn't
dare push any further just yet.  He leaned back a touch, getting more
lotion from the bottle, and applying it to his still-slick hands.  He
paused for a moment before diving back in again and surveyed the terrain.
It was a mental image to save for later for sure: a tight, fair-skinned
20-something woman, naked as the day she was born, practically writhing at
his touch as he sat stop her, his almost-painfully-hard cock mere inches
from her shaven pussy.  He was in heaven.

   Cassandra shifted a bit underneath him while she had the chance, Chris's
hands off her for just a few seconds.  She was no longer bothered by his
cock and balls resting atop her thighs, and she spread her legs just a
touch as she released their tension.  He leaned back a bit more, admiring
the newfound view of her exposed sex.  He could hardly believe his luck
today, and he was about to push it even further.

   He scooted forward a few inches as his hands found her back once more,
trailing all the way up to her shoulders again.  However, when he settled
down, his throbbing shaft nestled ever so gently against Cassandra's full
ass.  At the same time, he pressed hard on her shoulders, the combined
sensation eliciting a shaky sigh from the gorgeous woman beneath him.  As
he continued on her tense shoulders, he rocked his hips back and forth
slowly, grinding his cock against her ass.

   "That's...  Nice..." Cassandra sighed softly.  Chris wasn't sure if she
was referring to the shoulder massage, or the cock against her ass.  Though
honestly, neither was she.

   Cassandra's imagination ran completely wild, the new sensation inspiring
a great deal of lewd fantasy, and her pussy began to moisten immediately.
This hadn't gone unnoticed by Chris, however.  As his strokes grew longer,
he adjusted his angle a bit and pressed more firmly against her ass,
pushing her cheeks aside and forcing a proper moan from Cassandra's lips.
On one particularly long stroke, his balls brushed against her for just a
second, only to come out covered in her wetness: she was soaked.

   "Do...  Do you wanna turn over?  Should make sure we get your front
covered too, y'know," Chris suggested.  He knew he was taking a significant
risk in asking, but he definitely wanted to try and get his hands on those
big tits of hers.  It was a chance he was willing to take. . "I suppose,"
Cassandra sighed after a moment or two of hesitation.  Chris stood up and
returned to her side to give her room to move, and that's when she saw what
she had been feeling against her ass: his cock was stiff as a flagpole and
stood straight out from his body, throbbing with his pulse.  It took every
ounce of self-control that she had to not reach out and touch it.  As much
as she wanted for her wild fantasies to come true, he was still very much a
stranger.  With that said, she found herself caring less and less as he
touched her more and more.

   Chris swallowed hard as Cassandra laid on her back in front of him.  She
had some of the nicest tits he had ever seen outside of porn, and they were
the largest he'd ever get to touch.  He gingerly began at her stomach,
running his slickened hands along her abs, up and just shy of her tits, and
back down, stopping and running out towards the sides at her pelvis.  It
was certainly more fun to massage her front, as her facial expressions
changed with every movement.  He let his hands press up and through the
middle of her chest, between her breasts, across her upper chest, and onto
her shoulders briefly, before coming back down and rubbing lotion all over
her ample tits.

   "Mmm..." Cassandra moaned softly as Chris ran his hands over her
sensitive breasts, raked his fingers over her hardened pink nipples.  Her
mouth hung open as he ran laps across them, squeezing softly and flitting
his fingertips across her nipples.  Then, once more, he ran a circuit
across her entire torso, down her sides, across her stomach, and back up.
This time he abandoned all pretenses and stayed singularly focused upon her
tits.

   "Feel good?" He inquired once more.  He knew the answer, but he wanted
to hear her say it again.

   "So good," came her reply between moans.  She was losing control, and he
was doing his best to keep driving her towards that end.  So, he continued,
rubbing and groping at her tits, teasing her nipples with fingertips and
open palm, pressing and squeezing more firmly, driving his movements based
upon her expressions and reactions.

   "Okay...  Can't forget your legs, now," Chris managed to cough up,
shaking off the trance he found himself under.  His hands left her breasts
and once more he moved, straddling Cassandra's legs, but further down,
closer to her calves.  He started at her thighs, and rubbed up and down
them, not lingering too long, but instead briefly massaging and spreading
lotion across every inch of her porcelain skin.  He moved down past her
knees, and shuffling down, past her calves, and finally reaching her feet.
Here, he took his time and very intently massaged Cassandra's feet,
pressing firmly across the soles and along the sides, and between her toes.

   "Oh god I can't remember the last time I got a foot rub..." Cassandra
whined, spreading her legs a bit and offering up a perfect view of her
pussy for Chris.  He spent several more minutes rubbing her feet, admiring
the view of her perfectly clean pussy, glistening in the sun with her
arousal.  With his new objective in sight, he departed her feet and slowly
worked his way up her legs, rubbing intently at the insides of her calves,
past her knees, and slowing to a snail's pace as he massaged the insides of
her thighs.  He pressed firmly at the tense muscles, and she opened her
legs wider for him.  Slowly but surely, his hands worked higher and higher
up her thighs until her was barely an inch from her lovely pink lips.

   "You're so beautiful, Cassandra," Chris whispered, half to himself, half
to her.  He leaned back and treated himself to the view, he was knelt
between her wide-spread legs, his throbbing cock mere inches from her
pussy, she was writhing on the towel at his touch.  He could probably dive
in if he really wanted to at this point but opted to warm her up more
instead.  He leaned back in and massaged again, hands rubbing at her thighs
before trailing up her entire torso again: across her firm stomach, up the
middle of her chest, over her shoulders and back down, lingering there for
a moment to lavish some more attention on her tits, before trailing back
and settling on the inside of her thighs just shy of her pussy.  He rubbed
intently with both thumbs, just outside her lips and posed the question,
"may I?"

   Cassandra craned her neck and looked up at him, locking eye contact.  If
not for her sunglasses, her eyes would've said everything he needed to
know. She needed this.  She bit her lip a little and hesitated for just a
moment before whimpering, "please do."

   With his left hand, he pressed a thumb inward, gliding up her lips and
settling on her clit.  He pressed firmly, rubbing in slow circles that
forced a more deliberate moan from Cassandra's mouth.  His right hand left
her body entirely, finally dedicating some attention to his painfully-hard
erection.  His fingers at her clit alternated between fast and slow,
rubbing circles, rubbing up and down directly against the button, all
eliciting delicious moans from Cassandra.  Music to Chris's ears.

   Cassandra's mind was absolutely on fire, her fantasy was coming true,
any and all concerns be damned.  She rocked her hips along as Chris
continued rubbing her needy little clit with well-trained fingers.  She no
longer cared that this was a stranger touching her, or that they were in
public where any passerby could see them.  All that mattered to her was
achieving her orgasm, the orgasm that she was rapidly approaching.  The
eroticism of the entire scenario and the skilled ministrations of Chris's
hands were proving to be far too much for her to handle, and before she
knew it, her entire body spasmed, her mind exploding in fireworks as she
experienced the most intense orgasm she had ever before.

   "Oh god, I'm cumming!" She whimpered as Chris continued rubbing.  He
wasn't content to stop just because she was having her orgasm.  Not by a
long shot.  He did slow his pace however, to give her a chance to come
down, even if just a little.  As the waves of pleasure that washed over her
subsided, Chris withdrew, admiring his handiwork.  Cassandra's hair was
totally disheveled, her already-loose ponytail having come almost
completely undone, and both her hands gripping tightly as the edges of her
towel.  Cassandra whined as she lost the contact with her partner, "wait,
why...  Why did you stop?"

   "So that I can do even better for you," he replied confidently. 
Cassandra weakly raised her head to find that Chris had laid down between
her legs, with his head between her thighs.  Before she could react, he
quickly lashed a wet tongue up the entire length of her pussy.

   "Oh fuck!" She squeaked, not at all expecting what had just happened. 
She had been caught off-guard, sure, but she was hardly upset.  Her head
dropped back against her towel as Chris's tongue worked slow circles around
her clit now.  Again whimpering, she showered Chris with praise as best she
could given the state of her mind, "Oh god Chris, you are so good at
that..."

   He took the encouragement extremely well as he dove in, lashing his
tongue up and down across Cassandra's love button, causing her hope to jump
just a bit at the suddenly-increased sensation.  Her eyes slammed shut as
he tore away at her, driving her up the wall and hurtling towards yet
another massive orgasm.  Her hands subconsciously went to Chris's hair,
grabbing big handfuls and pulling him in as deeply as she could.  It only
drove him on further, with still greater enthusiasm and intensity.

   Cassandra's eyes rolled back in their sockets as a second orgasm tore
through her body.  She saw stars through her eyelids and her entire body
writhed even more intensely than the last time, reaching an all-time high
as her mind went blank, perceiving nothing other than the extreme pleasure
her new friend gave her.  Chris never stopped however and continued to whip
and lash his tongue across her sensitive, swollen pussy.  Before Cassandra
could even open her eyes and begin to come down from her second, her third
orgasm tore through her, setting her alight once more.

   After several minutes, Cassandra finally began to float down from her
cloud, panting breathlessly and finally releasing her death grip on the
towel.  As soon as she was able, she forced her eyes open, looking around
and mumbling incoherently.  Never before had she experienced so many
intense orgasms in such a short span.  Her mind was a cloudy mess of
pleasure, and it took her a second to be able to focus bother her eyes and
her mind to her surroundings.  Chris was right where she had left him,
between her legs.  He was now kneeling, however, and stroking his erect
cock slowly.  He had a wry smile on his face.

   "Welcome back to Earth, Cassandra.  How are you feeling?" he joked,
chuckling to himself as she shakily propped herself up on her elbows to
better face him.

   "I...  I feel like I just exploded," she stammered, just barely able to
get the sentence out.  She swallowed hard before continuing, "you are
fucking incredible at that."

   "What can I say?  I've had lots of practice over the years," he replied
cheerily, clearly quite proud of himself, "you put on quite the performance
yourself, actually."

   "What?  What do you-" she tried, but found herself cut off by a new
voice, another man, from off to her side.

   "You were quite vocal about how good it felt," the new stranger said,
chuckling.  Cassandra's head snapped to meet the source of the voice, an
older man a few feet away.  He was a bit rounder, but still appeared to be
able to hold his own, his cock standing true like a flagpole.  He too was
on his knees, but he wasn't touching himself.  Not yet at least.

   "Oh, uh, hi!  Sorry about that, I didn't realize I was being so loud,"
Cassandra stumbled over her words a bit, and caught herself staring at the
older man's cock.

   "Oh, that's quite alright.  I heard it and just had to see what the fuss
was about," the stranger explained before scooting a little closer. 
Cassandra turned her attention towards Chris again, who was still stroking
himself as he grinned like a little kid on Christmas morning.

   "I didn't figure you would mind if he joined us just to watch," Chris
expounded, reading the confusion in her expression.

   "Yes, I couldn't help but be fascinated by watching you two kids going
at it, I understand if you're not comfortable though," the older man said,
nodding to Cassandra respectfully.

   "No, it's okay.  You...  You can join us if you'd like," Cassandra
blurted out before considering her wording, and kicked herself internally
over the way she had presented it.  She corrected herself as the man began
his approach once more towards her side, "I mean, you're welcome to watch.
Sorry."

   "No problem!  Don't mind me," he reassured Cassandra.  He sat on his
knees at her side and raked his gaze across her naked body, seemingly
content to just look and watch.

   "Cassandra..." Chris interjected, looking directly into her eyes as he
continued stroking his cock.  "Fuck, you are so hot."

   Cassandra returned her attention to Chris and stared intently as he
masturbated over her.  He leaned in close, his thighs pressing her spread
legs back.  He stroked more intently now, and Cassandra caught sight of a
drop of sweat running down his forehead.  He had pent up his own arousal
the entire time he had been messing with her, and it was all soon coming to
a head.

   "Cass...  Can...  Can you touch me?" Chris implored, almost begging. 
Cassandra's breath caught in her chest at his request, and she looked up
from his cock and into his eyes.  They instantly telegraphed his need, a
feral desire, and she silently nodded in understanding.  Slowly, Chris
released his cock and Cassandra's hand took the place of his own, wrapping
slender fingers over the throbbing girth of his erection.  He was so
incredibly hard, and it spasmed in her hand with every beat of his heart.
Cassandra instantly found herself growing progressively more and more
aroused once more.  He moaned as she began stroking his rigid member, "Fuck
yes, I'm so close..."

   "Good.  You were so good to me, let me return the favor..." Cassandra
whispered in reply.  She stroked a little harder now, squeezing a bit at
the base of each stroke as she pulled on his cock.  He throbbed like mad in
her hand, and she knew he was extremely close to his release.  Out if the
corner of her eye, she could see his mouth hanging open just a bit as he
watched her stroking him off.  She bit her lip as she looked up at him and
whispered softly, "go ahead, cum for me."

   Chris followed her command the moment the words left her lips, and a
massive, thick streamer of cum shot from his cock, splattering across her
stomach up and across one of her breasts, and off her shoulder.  A second
rope followed suit, but instead flew right up the middle, laid out up her
stomach and between her tits before coming to a rest at the base of her
neck.  Several more followed, spraying across her stomach and tits.  With
each shot, his hips jerked forward, almost as to propel his cum further up
her body.  He uttered a long, drawn-out moan as she milked him of what
drops of cum remained and slumped down a bit onto his butt, his cum-coated
cock released and laying half-hard across Cassandra's groin.

   "Holy shit, what a mess..." Cassandra marveled, a genuine sense of
wonder in her voice.  Chris sat silently for a minute, working to catch his
breath and come to his senses.  In the meantime, she traced a finger idly
across her stomach, smearing Chris's cum a bit.  She had never understood
the whole 'cumslut' thing previously, but she had a feeling that it was
something a little like this.  She could hardly believe how much he had cum
on her, and that was only from a handjob.  Granted, there was something
like an hour of foreplay leading up to it, but it was still only a handjob.
Cassandra wondered aloud, "I wonder how much he'd have cum if I had done
more than that..."

   "You...  You look like my finest masterpiece," Chris joked breathlessly,
watching intently as Cassandra played with his cum splattered across her
torso.  He hadn't missed what she had said just now, and it already began
to cause his half-erect cock to stir once more.  "It almost makes me want
to go again."

   Chris adjusted himself a bit, giving him more leverage to move his hips.
He was already at the perfect height for what he wanted to try, however. 
He grasped the base of his cock and rubbed it slowly along the length of
Cassandra's sensitive and again-soaked pussy, supering its growth on as it
slowly hardened.

   "Chris, I- Wait..." Cassandra stammered as she felt him grinding his
cock against her.  A handjob had been one thing, and letting him eat her
out and rub her clit was another, but this might be too far.  She hadn't
brought condoms either, and despite her arousal, she wasn't about to let a
stranger fuck her bareback.  "I don't think we should..."

   "Oh!  No no no!  I wasn't going to-" now it was Chris's turn to trip
over his words.  For the first time today, he hadn't been clear with his
immediate intentions, and he kicked himself for it.  "How about just
outside?  Can I rub it on you a little bit?"

   "Oh, I guess that's okay, but you have to stay outside," Cassandra
sighed, relieved.  Just the little bit of rubbing had felt amazing so far,
her pussy was still incredibly sensitive from her multiple orgasms. 
"Nothing at all inside."

   "Of course, I wouldn't dare," Chris reassured her.  By now, his cock was
once more at full strength, and he began grinding it against Cassandra's
sex.  He started slowly, just letting gravity do the work of applying
pressure.  They both were still very sensitive, but Chris had the benefit
of having had his balls drained once already, and he had the staying power
to really have some fun with this.  He leaned forward a bit, pressing
himself a little harder against her now.  He reached around her legs and
held them up high, more closely emulating fucking her missionary.  Moans
and whimpering spilled from her mouth between ragged breaths, and once more
her hands went to her towel, grabbing two big handfuls and squeezing as
hard as she could.

   Cassandra was shaken from her trance however, by the new stranger
inadvertently nudging his knee against her side.  Looking over, she found
he had scooted closer and closer as she and Chris had started up again.  He
had also started stroing his cock, a hand wrapped around its girth and
pumping fast.  A cheeky idea flashed in her mind and before she could think
on it long enough to second guess herself, she acted upon it.  In a flash,
her hand closest to the older man reached up and wrapped around his cock.
Without a word, he gladly let her pick up from where he left off, stroking
hard and fast at his erection.

   All the while, Chris watched with depraved curiosity.  Cassandra had
only known the man for but a few minutes, and now she was stroking his cock
over her tits.  Chris pressed a little harder now, grinding the underside
of his cock against Cassandra's stiff little nub.  Her pussy quivered
around him, betraying just how much the entire situation turned her on.  He
could only imagine how it would feel to be buried inside of her if this is
how good it felt to just grind against her, he closed his eyes and imagined
it, the image in his mind of impaling her tight little hole.  He was
quickly distracted however, by the sound of grunting and groaning, and a
sharp gasp from Cassandra.  His eyes flew open just in the nick of time.

   Cassandra's mouth hung wide open as the older man came hard, squirting
yet another massive load of cum across her chest.  Evidently, he didn't
quite have the staying power that Chris had, but Cassandra enjoyed it all
the same.  She reached up with both hands and smeared both men's cum all
over her tits, pinching hard at and tweaking her nipples.

   Chris's eyes were wide as dinner plates, mesmerized by the slut
underneath him, playing with cum, teasing herself in front of a stranger.
He pumped and grinded against her sensitive pussy as hard as he could,
their hips slapping together as Cassandra rocked her hips upwards to meet
him in the middle.  He was a man on a mission, and he would not fail.  She
could feel it, the throbbing in his shaft pressed against her, his balls
churning with a renewed load of cum, he was getting close now.

   Cassandra looked up at him, a fire burning in his eyes as he humped hard
at her pussy.  He released her legs, and they immediately found their way
down to wrap around Chris's waist, pulling him in even harder as he pumped
his cock against her.  His hands were not without task for long however,
finding their way down to Cassandra's natural DD tits and taking big
handfuls of them both.  He squeezed and groped roughly at her generous
breasts, unleashing a new torrent of moans from her lips.  Whether or not
he knew it, Cassandra was close too.

   Evidently, while the older stranger had already blown his load, he
wasn't fully down and out yet.  Cassandra was taken by surprise by the
surprise return of the stranger's cock to her field of view, but it
certainly wasn't unwelcome.  Cassandra peeked over a bit and found that he
had returned to his same spot at her side, if maybe a bit closer to her
now. He was on his knees, his cock dangling at her shoulder level, pumping
slowly with a hand.  Chris made way, wordlessly coordinating with him and
freeing up one of Cassandra's breasts for the older man to grope as he
stroked his cock.  Among the torrent of pleasure in her mind, however, a
cheeky idea came to the forefront, clear as day.

   This time it was Cassandra's turn to catch the man off guard as she
popped up onto her elbows and craned her neck slightly to take the
stranger's cock into her wet, warm mouth.  She sucked hard as her lips
sealed around his girth, maybe an inch or two of his length in her mouth.
Again, the man groaned loudly, but he managed to keep it together, even as
Cassandra began to bob her head against the man's lap.

   Chris could hardly take it anymore as he watched the beautiful, busty
brunette suck a total stranger's cock into her throat.  He thrust once more
and felt the cum in his balls begin to boil, starting past the point of no
return.  Again, he rocked his hips forward, and his entire body tensed and
coiled like a spring set under tension.  This was it; he could hold it no
longer.  One last time he thrust his cock against Cassandra's wet pussy,
and he unleashed his second load of cum.

   "Oh fuck!" Chris shouted, jerking his hips forward spastically as he
propelled the first stream of cum from his cock.  It reached with
incredible range, right up the middle, and splattered against Cassandra's
cheek.  The second followed with yet another short thrust, following up the
first almost perfectly, the long white streak running down her jawline and
down to her tits.  He barely managed to rock back, sitting back on his
knees as he reached down and milked the last of his cum from his throbbing,
sensitive member.  The remaining streamers that dribbled out were deposited
right on her pussy and her surrounding groin.  He smeared it around with
his rapidly-softening cock and slapped several times against her
cum-smattered pussy.

   Cassandra had not missed the long-range facial, and it set her mind
alight in fireworks, sucking her stranger's cock with increased enthusiasm.
At the same time, she was right on the edge of her own orgasm, and the new
lack of Chris's attention on her needy pussy forced her to take matters
into her own hands.  A free hand snaked quickly down her torso, stopping
only once to pinch one of her nipples before making a bee-line for her
pussy.  She rubbed her cum-coated clitoris with crazed intensity, doing her
best to get back up to the edge.  Before she could finish the job however,
the stranger found his limit.

   "I'm cumming!" He grunted before rocking back on his knees.  His
throbbing cock popped free from Cassandra's incredible suction and
immediately began to fire off a splattering of cum all over Cassandra's
face.  Whereas Chris's cumshot had been surgical in its precision, the
stranger pumped his cock with reckless abandon, spraying cum across
Cassandra's face with little regard for where it ended up.  This was the
final straw for our dear Cassandra, and she found herself back in the
clouds as another maddeningly intense orgasm took over her whole body.  For
several minutes she writhed atop her towel, her whirlwind fingers unceasing
in their assault on her clit.  Eventually though, she came down, a sweaty
panting mess.

   "Holy fucking shit," Cassandra whispered when all was said and done. 
She gripped the stranger's half-erect cock one last time and gave it a
final kiss, sucking hard at the head and securing a final dribble of cum
for herself.  She released him and collapsed fully onto her back, savoring
its flavor for just a second before swallowing it down.

   The three of them lay there, panting breathlessly.  Cassandra's mind was
still a hazy mess, but what she knew for sure was that this was a day she
wouldn't soon forget.

   *****

   That evening, Cassandra lay in bed, her mind still reeling from the
whirlwind of an afternoon at the beach.  Four loads of cum from two
different complete strangers, all over her body, all over her face.  She
touched her face gently, the tips of her nails tracing where Chris had shot
a stream of cum all the way across her body and over her cheek.

   On one hand, she felt conflicted.  She had let a pair of strangers
essentially use her body for their own sexual pleasure.  They had violated
her in a way she had never let even previous boyfriends do, with two huge
loads of cum splattering her face.  As she lay in bed, still naked from her
shower, she considered the other hand: she had never felt so free, so sexy,
so desired before.  She had shrugged off convention and kicked restriction
to the curb, and she had never felt better about doing so before.

   Her hands ran up and down her body.  The more she thought about it, she
hadn't been used, or violated.  Even with the stranger, she was in control.
She had done every little thing she did that afternoon because she wanted
it.  Her hands traced along her skin, gently caressed the curvature of her
breasts, down the dip between her legs to her mound, recounting how it felt
to play her fingertips through their cum.  All she could think of was...
   "I can't wait to go again next weekend."