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A Day at the Beach
by Joanne Rabbit (joannerabbit@yahoo.co.uk)
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A teenage girl goes to the beach and has a momentous
first sexual experience. (MMf-teen, reluc, 1st, oral,
anal, orgy, voy)
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The Beach
We often went to Studland Beach, my parents and my
sister and I. It was easy to get to, beautiful sand
backed by dunes. At the end of the beach nearest to the
ferry, families used to congregate but, as you walked
down there were fewer children and more couples. A
little further still and clothes became optional.
Couples, both heterosexual and gay, would lie, topping
up their tans. You got some strange ones; I had watched,
fascinated, one day as a naked woman in her 50s walked
ankle deep through the shallows, with a shiny golden
chain attached to her shaved labia.
My parents didn't like crowds, so we always walked away
from the ferry and down towards the nudist part, before
we laid our towels down; we weren't in amongst them but
they were in view. My parents sometimes took their
clothes off – but we kids were too shy. I wore a nice,
stripy bikini – modest but not unfashionable.
I don't know how old I was when this story took place; I
just can't remember. I could have been 16, but I
couldn't swear to it. Whatever, I was young and totally
inexperienced; I hadn't had a boyfriend, had never
kissed anyone and I was a small, skinny thing. We were
encamped and my parents were snoozing. I had had a swim
and was bored. My sister had met up with a friend and
was playing happily with her, so I decided to take a
stroll along the seafront, as I often did, watching
people, looking for shells, enjoying the sun.
I walked for about half an hour or so – though the
nudists and out the other side. I stared as I went
through them but tried hard not to get caught and to
look nonchalant and uninterested. On the way back I
decided to climb up the dunes and walk along the ridge
next to the beach – not for any particular reason,
although, I guess I thought I might get a better view of
more naked people. So I climbed up, the sand hot and dry
on my bare feet.
To my right, looking down towards the sea, was the
beach, with people stretched out sunbathing or splashing
in the waves. To my left were more dunes below me,
extending for about 200 yards away from me to a line of
low trees and bushes. The dunes were partially covered
in that sharp, razor-leaved dune grass; there's probably
a name for it. They formed mounds and hollows and there
were couples dotted around sunbathing naked in greater
privacy than they would have got on the beach.
I strolled along, looking out for anything of interest
and after a few minutes saw a gaggle of people in a
little area sheltered by a ring of small dunes. They all
seemed to be looking at something, but I couldn't see
what. They were a typical group of nudists – many of
them tanned a deep mahogany, most of them older ad not,
in any way, beautiful. They were almost all men; just a
couple of middle-aged women standing among the men, all
looking at something on the ground in front of them – on
the other side of them from me.
My curiosity piqued, I sidled down, not wanting to
attract any attention but wondering what could be going
on. As I got closer I could still see nothing; the ranks
of what appeared to be about 20 people forming a wall
that I was too small to see over. I stood on tiptoes,
peering to see and, as I did, I slightly overbalanced
and had to put my hand on the back of the old man in
front of me.
He looked about 60 and was slim, tall and wrinkly. He
turned round to see who had disturbed him and seemed a
little surprised to see me. I guess that my youth was
clear and he probably wandered if he ought to send me on
my way. He looked over my head, as if looking to see if
I was with anyone and, seeing no-one, stood aside and
made room for me to move in front of him. As I moved, he
put his arm around my waist as if to guide me.
I muttered thanks and squeezed through, standing in
front of him and slightly to his left. I noticed that
when I stopped moving his hand stayed on my waist, in a
friendly way – as if he was taking care of me. There
were two bronzed, stocky men in front of me and I peered
through the small space between them, curious to see
what was the cause of all this attention. I gasped when
I saw that there was a man lying on his back on a towel
on the ground and, sat astride him was a naked girl.
She was in her 20s, blonde, golden-skinned and was
moving slowly and deliberately, her head hanging down,
her face hidden by her long hair. I didn't know exactly
what they were doing; that sounds silly. Of course I
knew – but it was so unexpected that I couldn't really
take it in. I watched agog, as she moaned softly.
I must have watched for about 5 minutes before I started
to pay any attention to my fellow watchers. I was
alerted by the fact that, as I pressed my face between
the two people in front of me, the arm of the man on my
left was moving rhythmically. I glanced down to see what
he was doing and saw his hand stroking what seemed to me
to be an unfeasibly large penis.
I had ever seen an erection before and I couldn't tear
my eyes away. It was ugly; gnarled, covered in thick
blue veins, blunt-headed with a foreskin which pulled
backwards and forwards. And it was wet. Clear fluid
gathered at the tip when his foreskin was forced up; it
seemed almost to be foaming, with flecks of white in it.
As I watched him his eyes were on the couple – I don't
think he had even noticed me. But the man behind me saw
what I was watching. His hand on my waist moved a
little, up and down, gently and he took a step to his
left, placing him directly behind me. He had one hand on
my waist and the other he placed on my upper left arm,
just holding me gently, reassuringly.
I felt, fleetingly, something touch my bum and then
retreat. I ignored it and, after a minute it came again,
this time not retreating so quickly. Then a third time,
and this time whatever it was also slid from side to
side before leaving me.
I felt light-headed and, all of a sudden, no longer in
control. I was acutely conscious of the movement of the
hand on my waist and of the growing pressure on my bum,
by something that was hard and soft at the same time.
The cock behind me was getting harder and was rising,
pushing gently at the cleft of my buttocks from below.
He pulled back and when the pressure returned a second
later, it was different. He had lifted his cock and now
it ran the length of my bum, its thick, hot shaft
nestling between my cheeks. And worse (or better), the
tip of it was higher than my bikini bottoms. I felt,
clearly, hot skin-to-skin contact between the end of his
long stiff cock and my lower back.
The hand curled around my waist, gently, comfortingly
and pulled me firmly back as he started to slide his
cock up and down. I could feel that, as his cock grew it
reached higher up my back and I could feel a snail trail
of slippery liquid gathering, easing his movement. I
felt a drop slip down under my bikini and slowly travel
down between my bottom.
My eyes flitted between the couple on the ground and the
ugly cock being stroked to my left. I pretended that
what was going on behind me was happening to someone
else, because I didn't know what to do about it. But it
was getting harder to ignore. He wasn't doing the gentle
sliding anymore, he was grinding; gently but definitely
with some intent. His cock was hard and fat and the
length of it pressed between my cheeks.
As he pushed at me I had to lean forward to maintain my
balance. His hand still held my waist firmly and his
other hand held my upper arm and pulled it backwards. He
pulled back for a second and then his cock was pushed
down and was back, under my bum, pushing between my
thighs, the ridge along its top sliding along my vulva.
I could feel an immediate effect as the head just gently
brushed against where my clitoris was hiding under my
thin bikini bottoms. It was the gentlest of pressures
but it was enough to make me want, no need, more. I
could feel that I was getting wet, the moisture easing
the friction.
He was taking longer thrusts now – not violent, but sooo
long and slow. And because he was so forceful, I leant
further forward, my head pushing between the arms of the
two men in front of me. For the first time they noticed
my, their attention torn from the couple still moving on
the ground. The man to my left, whose cock had been
fascinating me, half turned and looked down at me.
His left hand came up and stroked my cheek and then
supported my head as I lurched to the thrusts of the man
behind me. Slowly I bent more, unable to keep upright
and, as I lowered my head, he turned more so that with
each inch I descended, I was an inch closer to his hard,
wet cock. Still holding me up with his left arm, he
wiped his right thumb over the slimy head of his cock
and brought it to my lips, hesitating just in front of
them.
I could smell a thick, sweet rude smell – and then his
thumb slid across my lips, more slippery than I could
have believed. Coming back, the ball of his thumb rose
to slide over my nostrils, the stench overpowering. I
gasped, breathing hard and, as my lips parted his thumb
slid between them, thick, calloused, hard. It filled my
mouth, pushing to the back, almost making me gag. He
slid it firmly in and out and between my teeth,
exploring every inch of my mouth, taking ownership of
it.
I panted, overwhelmed, out of control as he lowered me
further and his hand left my mouth and grasped his
gnarled old cock; he guided me down until the wet, slimy
tip touched my lips. He rubbed it over my cheeks, into
my eyes and over my nose, pushing it as if trying to
enter my nostrils.
And then it was at my lips again and inside, burrowing
in, coating my tongue in its thick slipperiness. The
thrusts from behind grew more forceful and each one
pushed me further on to the cock in my mouth, sliding it
deeper. I gagged, hard. In a second the cock was gone
and I took one, two deep breaths and then it was back,
deep inside, deeper than before and moving rhythmically.
I felt, rather than saw, the attention of the group
shifting towards me.
Those next to me turned towards us and pressed closer,
their hands stroking my back, down towards my bum and
sliding under my torso to feel my almost non-existent
breasts. The hands on my back slid down and under my
bikini bottoms, pulling my cheeks apart. Fingers slid
down between my cheeks and then further, over the
gushing well of my pussy, splitting my lips, sliding
either side of my clit and squeezing it on the way back.
The fingers, wet with my juices, slid back up the valley
of my bum, slipping oilily over my anus. I felt as if I
had had an electric shock, my heart pounding, my head
unable to process what was going on.
I heaved as the cock in my mouth lurched upwards,
bumping into my gullet. The cock withdrew and its owner
crouched down next to me, his lips seeking mine out, his
tongue invading my mouth. He put his mouth next to my
ear and whispered something unintelligible and then his
tongue was in my ear, worming deep into my ear canal. At
the same time, new hands were at my bum, pulling my
bikini bottoms down.
The big cock withdrew from between my thighs and then
was sliding again between my cheeks, this time with no
cloth separating them from my flesh. I felt so wet as
the tick hot flesh slid back and forth and then further
back and the head was at my anus, wet and blunt and hot.
It pushed but there was no give.
A fat belly pressed against my face, a hand cradled my
head, and then a voice in my ear again, "Breathe in
deep." I sniffed and, as I did so, he held a small brown
bottle to my nose. A pungent chemical smell overpowered
me. I gasped and then a wave of pressure rose from my
heart, moved up my neck and filled my head. I thought I
was dying. At the same time, the cock slid into my mouth
again, sliding deeper and deeper and then the pressure
on my anus grew, but still making no progress. It slid
away and lower, wetting the head in between my labia and
the returned to my anus, pushing, worming, seeking.
The bottle returned to my nose and a finger squeezed one
nostril closed, pushing the neck of the bottle tight up
against the other one. I breathed in deep and then the
wave came again and I seemed transformed into an object
whose sole purpose was to act as a hole for a cock. The
hard shaft behind me pushed ad with a rush was in me. I
couldn't believe the pain. It hurt sooo much.
My mouth gaped open in a wide, silent scream. The man at
my head gathered my hair in his two hands and pushed his
cock in until it would go no further, I could feel it
banging against the back of my throat. He didn't retreat
but held me still while he moved his cock, seeking the
way in. Suddenly, he found the right angle and he was
in. his cock slid another two or three inches in and my
lips were buried in his straggly, crinkly, crisp pubic
hair. I gagged hard and then, as he withdrew, I vomited.
As I gasped and my belly emptied, the cock in my bum
slid further in and then back, almost all the way. Then
he moved forward again and the pain returned,
excruciating. His cock seemed to slide in forever and
when it was all the way. He paused.
I breathed, panted and waited. A hand stroked my cheeks,
another slid under my belly and stroked my clit. Slowly
the pain receded as I stood, impaled. In front of me,
the cock that had been down my throat was being stroked
and suddenly erupted. Thick, hot white cum spewed out
over my face and then his cock was rubbing all over my
face. I jerked and the cock behind slid out. Hands held
my hips steady and then the pressure was back and the
cock slid in again.
This time there was not so much pain and the fingers
underneath me were soothing, encouraging, urging. The
cock slid in and out, sometimes coming right out and
then re-entering, stretching my anus wide. Finally it
pulled out and hands held my cheeks open and I felt the
white hot spurts land on my gaping anus.
I collapsed to my knees, as the crowd pressed round. A
woman's voice admonished them, an arm around my
shoulders offering protection. The crowd dispersed
slowly, reluctantly and I was left with a homely looking
woman holding my face to her large breasts. "Shhhh," she
whispered in my ear. "It's ok, you're alright," and she
pulled me to my feet and walked me through the dunes and
down to the sea.
I slipped into the water and lay back, my heart still
pounding, my brain not even trying to understand what
had just happened. But I knew that life would never be
the same.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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