I Lost It All

By Mandy Carter

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This is a story about an event that took place about 3 years ago, involving my brother, Allen, and me. If you haven't read my earlier stories, it would help to do so, since this is a continuation of my life story, up to today.

Credits to LisaBeachBabe for reminding me of this set of events and suggesting I write this story, but I suspect it's not exactly what she is expecting.

Graduation was just a week ago, and I wanted to take the graduation trip promised me if I finished high school with at least a B average. Since my final average was an A, I had truly earned the trip.

The plan had been for the family to take a trip to my favorite beach, Daytona, but my dad had a major business conflict and my mother's mom was sick and she was gone to take care of her for a few weeks. It looked like the trip was a gonner, since my dad felt it was unsafe for me to make the trip alone. I was saved from spending the time hanging around the house, when my brother, Allen volunteered to chaperone me.

Now, you know that Allen and I are really close, so I was thrilled with the arrangement. We would have a top floor condo for two weeks.

We headed south on I95 an Saturday morning, planning on spending the night at South of the Border in South Carolina that night and completing our trip to Daytona Beach the next day. The condo would be ready for occupancy Sunday after 4 o'clock.

We pulled in at SOB at about 6:00 and checked in. They gave us one of their honeymoon suites, apparently thinking we were newly weds. The room even had a complimentary bottle of wine and a dozen roses in it. The wine was chilled and the roses were in a vase on a table beside the biggest bed I've ever seen. There was even a Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. As close as Allen and I are, we were thrilled with the accommodations. We certainly had no intention of objecting to the them.

We crossed the road to Pedro's restaurants, shops, mini-theme park, and the ten story high sombrero, grabbing a couple of hot dogs and cokes and headed for the sombrero to ride to the top. The elevator was not in service, so we decided to climb the stairs to the observation platform. Since it was warm, I'd been wearing a pink, short, sundress. the higher we got the more the wind blew it around, often blowing it above my hips, exposing my pussy, tummy, hips, and ass.

Being the exhibitionist I am, at about 80 feet up, I pulled the dress over my head and folded it over my arm, enjoying the breeze cooling my damp (from sweat) body. At the top I folded the dress real tight and slipped it in one of the big pockets on Allen's cargo shorts. My sandals went into another pocket, and I was totally naked on an open observation at about a hundred feet above SOB and I95. It was both a little scary and a lot exciting. it also foretold what a lot of the next two weeks would be like.

Seeing that my bare ass had gotten Allen hard, I popped my Kegel balls out of my cunt and slipped them into the cargo pocket with my sundress. The exposure of my naked body to the world had gotten me really horny, so I leaned over the railing with my butt aimed at Allen and yelled at him to fuck me. He dropped his shorts to his ankles and after lubing his cock with my ever present pussy juice, he slammed into my cunt.

Oh God, he felt good. I cum easily, and I was abuzz with organisms almost instantly. Allen's prick had grown a lot since we first fucked when I was 13 and he was 14 from about six inches to around 11 inches now, and it was big around, too. My cumming never went away, it just got stronger and stronger the longer he pumped my cunt. I tried to stifle my normal, orgasmic screams, but I was still wailing pretty loudly. God, his cock felt good, banging in and out of my gash, his balls beating my clit like a rubber mallet his dick head bursting through my cervix into my womb. And when he blew his load, I nearly went into orbit, it was so good.

When Allen finally pulled his cock out of my cunt, I spread my legs and let the huge glob of pussy juice and cum dribble down through the metal grating of the observation platform to the ground below. We fondled each other for a few more minutes, took a final look around and started down the stairs with me still completely bare assed. I asked for my shoes about half way down, and got my dress at the top of the last flight of stairs.

We went back to the room. We spent some time in the Jacuzzi, feeling each other up, and drinking the wine. Finally we crawled into the bed and fucked like rabbits for a couple or three hours before finally drifting off to sleep. Allen was still in me when I dozed off. In fact he was still in me when I woke up. I had slept really well.

I'm going to skip the next week because this story has a specific purpose. The missing events are fodder for some future stories, lot's of them.

It was the next Friday. Allen and I had enjoyed the first few days of my graduation trip, dutifully calling the parents every evening to report that all was well with us and to check up on Grandmom progress with getting well and on Dad's work.

It was a little after noon, and we were to meet up with some young people we had met earlier for a late lunch and some sunning in the later afternoon. It was a beautiful Daytona Beach day. We headed out for the walk to the broad walk where we were meeting. We were wearing sandals and our swim suits, Allen's the standard guy thing with the sort of baggy look and my bikini, the skimpiest, nearly flesh colored one I could find at the local beach stores. I wasn't quite naked, but probably looked it. Allen was carrying a beach bag with a couple of towels, some sun screen, and a couple bottles of wine he had found some way to get.

We met our new friends at the main beach ramp and went over the pedestrian crossing above the ramp to the tavern that was right across the walkway at the end of the crossing. It had all sorts of pictures of race cars and drivers who raced in the original Daytona 500 on the beach course.

I was told by an old guy who hung out at the bar a lot that the last real Daytona 500 was run in February, 1957, and they held it then because there was little interest in beaches in the winter and the heavy winter surf made a 50-yard wide racetrack on he beach course that was hard as concrete and very smooth. The other half of the track was a two lane, asphalt road that ran parallel to the beach. He said a Hudson Hornet, whatever that is, won the race.

We went to this particular bar for the good food and the fact they weren't too picky about checking ID as long as you had the money to pay cash for drinks. We all had enough cash, so we were welcomed as customers. After a good lunch and a couple of beers, we wandered down to the beach, going north a couple of miles, laying out our beach towels and plopping down on them to tan for a while.

Our black friend, Tony, grabbed our sunscreen from Allen and began to rub it into the skin of my back, untying my bikini top at my neck and on my back as he did it, causing it to slip off of me. His strong hands rubbing the lotion into my skin felt soooooooo good; my arms, my back, the sides of my tits. Heavenly. It also was making me a little horny. When he got to my butt, he untied the strings that held my bottoms together and slipped them between my legs onto my towel, doing a wonderful job of rubbing the sunscreen on my butt, thighs calves and feet. He accidentally (yeah, sure) brushed my ass hole and cunt a few times in the process.

He told me, "OK, done with the back side, flip over and let's do the front." I didn't even remember my suit was on the towel under me, turning over presenting my naked front to Tony and anyone else who cared to look. He started with my face, then my arms, followed by my chest. When he got to my tits and started rolling my nipples between his fingers, I knew, suddenly how naked I was. The exhibitionist in me told me not to make a big deal of it so I just lay there enjoying his slippery fingers playing with my tits.

As he kept moving down my body, I could feel my cunt gushing juices. If he messed with that part of me, he wouldn't need those slippery fingers. Dry ones would work just as well. He did a thorough job of rubbing the sunscreen into everything from my hair, across my tits, my sides, my belly button, my pubic mound, the crease between my legs and my crotch, my thighs, my legs and feet, and finally my pussy.

When he got there he didn't just put some on it, he rubbed it like he was giving me a pussy massage. Two or three or four fingers found their way into my gash, and his thumb became my clit's best friend. I almost instantly orgasmed. I was so happy that I wasn't aware of the beach patrol driving by. They didn't pay any attention to my bare crotch staring at them. I think Tony must have leaned over to make me a little less visible to them, or something. Maybe they weren't paying attention because there were nearly naked girls all over the place.

Allen came over, glanced at my bare body and told us the rest of the group was going for a swim to cool off and insisted we come with them. I fished my bikini parts from under me and sat up to tie the top on. I had to stand up to put the bottoms on, so I did, reveling in the exposure.

We waded into the surf and out past the breakers. Allen came over and hugged me from behind, sneakily untying one side of my bottoms. I kind of arched my back at him and he slid his cock into my pussy. My swim suit's bottoms, such as they were, slid down to my ankle. Tony came over and he and Allen and I chatted away as Allen fucked me. I of course was trying to calm the reaction I was having to being screwed in public in the Atlantic Ocean, trying not to alert Tony to exactly was happening to me. It's hard to hide the fact you're cumming when you are a loud cummer, so my effort was a failure. Tony knew exactly what was happening. Allen blew his wad into me remarkably quickly, and it was a gusher. Being in such a public place must have given him an extra push toward orgasm land.

Allen asked if Tony would like seconds, and me being in need of a lot more fucking begged him to do it. He accepted the opportunity. Allen pulled prick out of my hole and pulled his trunks back up. Our conversation continued as Tony moved to replace Allen, moving me to face away from the beach.

Tony untied the neck strap on my bikini top and pushed it off of my tits, down to my tummy so he could play with them as he fucked me. His dick slid smoothly in, lubricated by my juices, Allen's cum, and the ocean's salt water. His dick wasn't nearly as long as Allen's, but it still hit my cervix, just not entering it.

He decided he wanted to do me from the front, so he turned me around, leaned me back and reentered me with my legs around his hips and the rest of me floating in front of him, my arms out, and the salt water letting me float on the surface. You cannot believe how good it feels to be fucked like that. The ocean seems to caress every inch of your body. The dick in your pussy feels so good, sliding in and out with the rhythm of the waves. It's like a weightless fuck. I just can't describe how I felt any better. It is a wonderful way to fuck.

We bobbed up and down in the ocean for 45 minutes or an hour, with me cumming the whole time. I was so into the fucking and cumming, a submarine could have surfaced 10 feet from us, and I wouldn't have noticed. God had gotten me and taken me to heaven. Allen had wandered off with our other friends, and it was just Tony and me.

Sadly, he finally came, pumping gushers of cum into my cunt. I enjoyed a big spike in my cumming with each shot of jism he pumped into me. He stayed in me until, sadly, he softened and drifted out of me, my legs still around his hips.

Tony reached forward, grasping my hands and lifting me to my feet. As I stood I felt something slide off my tummy and saw my bikini top disappearing into the ocean. It must have come untied while we were fucking. I also discovered that my bottoms were also gone. I was well fucked and bare assed in the Atlantic Ocean at Daytona Beach, just outside the breakers, with the nearest thing to cover up with the towels on the beach, and the current had drifted us a long way from there while we were fucking. We were at least a quarter mile away.

I grabbed Tony's hand and started dragging him back along the beach, but outside the breakers. It took us a good half hour to get there, but I had not attracted any major attention. We were finally back in front of the towels, but the rest of the crowd had evidently packed up and left, taking my towel with them. I was too tired to fight the current in the water all the way back to our condo and too tired to stay in the water until it was dark in a couple of hours.

Tony and I discussed the predicament for a while and finally decided to just get out of the water and walk the beach back to my condo, acting like I still had the bikini on. It didn't cover much, anyhow, and most people wouldn't notice the difference, if we stayed as far from them as possible. So, we got out of the water with Tony between me and the beach and simply walked along the edge of the water back to the condo. It worked for that part of the trip. No one had stopped us or shown any sign of realizing I was bare assed.

At the condo, everyone seemed to be clustered around the Tiki Bar a couple dozen yards from the beachside entrance, so we got Tony between me and the crowd and just walked inside. We got into the elevator and rode it to the top floor, moving quickly to the door to our unit. I didn't have a key, and Tony didn't either, since he was staying at a hotel about a quarter mile away. I heard noise inside, so I knocked on the door. Allen and one of the other girls were there, and he answered the door. When he saw it was me and my condition he opened the door wide, showing him and his consort. both naked, too, apparently having been interrupted in mid-fuck.

I pointed Tony at the girl and told him to finish her. Grabbing Allen by the dick, I dragged him onto the condo's porch lay back on the chaise lounge that was there, demanded he fuck me for at least an hour to make up for his abandoning me, naked on the beach. We enjoyed a long, wonderful, salty fuck. When I had finished serenading the condo and the beach with my orgasmic screams, we went in and showered together to get rid of the salt, sand, and sweat of a day at the beach.

Later in the evening, we went clubbing. All I wore was one of Allen's plain, white T-shirts. The club we went to was having a wet T-shirt contest that evening, and I entered. Girls who entered got free drinks for themselves and a guest, and the winner got a hundred bucks. they gave us each a super cheap, white T-shirt for the contest with the hem at the neck already cut for easy tearing. The shirt I had was long enough to cover my butt and pussy, so I didn't wear anything else when I went on stage.

I was pleasantly sloshed from the free booze and had lost some of my fear of total exposure in public from my experience with Tony that afternoon. I was rocking to the music they were playing for the other girls (I was last) and really getting my self psyched up to show off a little bit.

My turn had finally come. One of the other girls had shed her shirt and had her tits out for the world to enjoy, so the competition was already fierce. even on the first round of dancing.

I went out, dancing to the guy with the pitcher of water, which he promptly dumped on my front, and the shirt became nearly transparent. I had a couple of minutes before I would be shoed to the side of the stage to wait for the second round. I had intended to make the most of it.

I wiggled and shook my way to the edge of the stage, bouncing around like I was dancing. I turned around and shook my bare ass and cunt at the crowd and the guys went almost ballistic. Standing and facing them, rocking from one foot to the other to the music, I tore the neck of the shirt a little wider, drawing shouts of, "More! More!" So, I tore it down almost to my belly button. The shouting really increased, and I tore it some more.

I looked coy and spread the tear in the shirt open wide enough to show them my tits for a second and, then, pulled the sides back together and pranced across the stage a few steps. I turned back to the guy with the water and let him douse me again. The water pulled the T-shirt across my skin showing the edges of my areolas.

Back at the front of the stage, I gestured to the crowd making a tearing motion at the rip in my shirt and got a really loud and rowdy response, so I tore it to the bottom hem. The crowd went wild, so I ripped it the rest of the way, twirled it around over my head, and threw it into the audience, leaving me totally bare assed on stage, the center of attention for the crowd.

I walked the edge of the stage, prancing and stopping to face the crowd and hump my crotch at them and then shake my tits. It was totally different from losing my swim suit and having to be naked when I didn't really want to. this time I wanted to, was proud of my body, and it was great!

The lessons I learned from this afternoon and evening are, (1) it is embarrassing to be accidentally bare assed in public, (2) if you do end up naked on a beach, with modern swim suit styles, act like you have one on, and it's likely no will realize you're naked, and (3) if you want to be naked in public, it a real turn on and a lot of fun. I also learned that a fuck when you are relieved you weren't caught while you are unintentionally bare assed in public can be incredible.