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Boardwalk Cumparty

     The morning sun rose slowly up the horizon, as though
birthed from the sea, and as it climbed into the waiting
sky, the shimmering golden light shone down up the shore,
bathing the gathered bodies in warmth and radiance.  Still
early, the beach was not yet crowded, but the bustle of
activity was beginning for the day, as the shops along the
board walk awoke and the small eateries flavored the air
with intoxicating aromas.

     Brigit and Shasta strolled along the board walk, their
tan bodies a sure sign that they were not strangers to the
beach and the bronzing sunlight.  They were young and
beautiful, and they knew it.  And they liked to show it off
in their skimpy two-piece bathing suits, flaunting their
forms and luring the eyes of passers-by with flesh.

     Brigit was the cute one of the pair, the shorter, too-
young-but-you-want-her-anyway girl with sun-bleached hair
and small, but pert tits that poked out through her barely
nipple-covering top.  Her slim waist and sleek hips help up
her equally small bottoms, a red g-string piece that was so
slim, that, slipped up her ass and squeezed between her legs
as it was, looking like little more than a band around her
waist.

     Shasta was curvaceous, slim, and sexy, her body a
sculpted rollercoaster of sensual flesh from head to toe
with all the rises and plummets and smooth glides most girls
only dream of possessing.  She went a slightly different way
in revealing her body; her bountiful boobs were held
snuggling in a black top, the triangles of cloth not only
tight and elastic to let her tits bounce as she walked, but
also so see-through that it left nothing to the imagination,
her nipples were clearly on display.  The bottoms were only
slightly larger then Brigit’s, being that there actually was
a small bit of cloth over her pubic region, though, this was
as transparent as the top, and around here waist, through
her crotch, and up her ass, there little more then black
string.  Shasta had always loved this bathing suite – she
never had to worry about tan lines with it.

     They were used to the looks that they received from men
and women, looks of shock, desire, or even disgust.  They
were cat-called and called names, but no matter what, they
were always noticed.  They were more then just teases, and
either one was likely to prove herself worthy of the title
slut when it was called out, whether meant as insult or
praise (though, however it was meant, both girls considered
it praise).

     Though, Shasta never would have expected the attention
she just got as she walked along the boardwalk.  “What the
fuck?”

     She stopped short, and Brigit turned to see what the
problem was.  Shasta had a queer look on her face, one of
confusion and shock.  Her sudden stop, however, had nearly
caused an accident. There was a guy, early twenties or so,
just behind her, who barely had time to dodge out of the way
to avoid walking into her.  He was cute, Brigit thought,
with a wide smile and wicked look in his eye – the cat that
ate the canary look.  He gave her quick check-out and a
wink, then kept on walking by.  She was surprised he hadn’t
taken the opportunity to pump into Shasta from behind.  Most
people did even without such a perfect set-up.

     Brig’s eyes followed him until he was lost in the
crowd, even as she took a few steps back to see what was up
with her friend.

     “Check my back for me,” Shasta said, turning around.
“Anything?”

     Brig have her seemingly bare back a glance over.
“Didn’t get all the lotion rubbed in,” she said, and started
to smear in the line of sunscreen all the small of Shasta’s
back.

     “Hey!”  Shasta whirled around and grabbed Brigit’s
wrist.  She raised the hand to face and sniffed.  Without
hesitation, she slipped her friends finger in her mouth and
got a taste.  Sure enough, she knew the flavor.  “That’s not
sunscreen.  That’s cum.”

     “What?”  Brigit licked her own fingers, and started to
laugh.  No wonder her had had such a look on his face.

     “It’s not funny!”

     “Actually, yeah it is.  He came on your back.  He
walked right up and just shot his load on you.  That’s
hilarious!”  Shasta’s face went stern, devoid of amusement.
“Oh come on!  Stop being an up-tight bitch.  Not like you
don’t love it when guys cum all over you.  Consider it a
compliment!”

     Her expression broke then, and Shasta giggled along
with her friend.  “It really is, isn’t it?  I don’t think
I’ve ever had someone just walk up to me and do that.  Not a
complete stranger, anyway.”

     Brigit laughed again, and started back on her way.  “It
is pretty weird, but you never know; he could have fucked
you in some gangbang and you just don’t remember.”  Brigit
grinned as she turned around to keep on her way.  She had to
keep an eye out for that guy; any one brazen enough to just
cum on a girl in public was worth finding again.

     “I didn’t even see his face, I just – hey!  Watch it!”

     Brigit had seen the older gentleman heading towards
them.  His eyes had first been securely locked on her
nipples, hard and protruding from her top, and then past her
on Shasta.  He had a slight waver to his step, and was
headed more for them then past them since his attention was
more on getting and eye full then where he was going.  She
turned around fully expecting to see that Shasta and the man
smacked right into each other.

     Instead, she saw him scurrying off much more rapidly
then he has approached, and Shasta stood there, looking down
at her stomach, which was striped with three long lines of
gooey pearly cream.  Brig was amazed; not only was that the
second walk-by cumming in the past two minutes, but damn
there was a lot of spunk on Shasta’s belly.  It was all
ready dripping down her skin, rolling down the lovely smooth
curves towards her bikini bottom.

     “I don’t believe this!” Shasta muttered.  “What is
going on?”

     Brig was quick in moving to cover her friend.  She
leaned down and began rubbing the mess in.

     “What are you doing?”

     “Trying to cover it up.  You want to walk around with
cum all over you?”

     “Couldn’t use your beach towel?”

     “Fuck that – I’m not getting cum stains all over my new
town!  Not unless I get fucked on it, anyway.”

     Shasta sighed as Brigit “cleaned” her up.  She was a
bit mystified about the odd occurrence, but in truth, she
wouldn’t have minded walking around with cum visibly
displayed across her skin.  And just thinking about two
total strangers just walking up and cumming on her like
that, right in the open, was turning her on.  And Brig’s
hand rubbing it in was only spurring her on all the more.
She closed her eyes and moaned a little at the touch.

     “Hey, Slut, I’m not doing this to get you off,” Brig
said, having caught wind of the sound.

     Shasta gave a little yelp, then, as she felt another
warm splatter across her waist.  The first blast had struck
a glancing blow against her back, and when she looked down,
she could see that the rest of the shot had gotten into
Brig’s hair.  The next few loads, however, were more on
target, and Shasta could feel the hot fluid splashing on her
ass.

     She didn’t even turn to look at who was doing it; she
could feel someone close at hand, and then he was gone
again.  She just looked down at the globe of spunk in Brig’s
hair and giggled.

     “That one got me, didn’t it?” Brigit said as she stood.
Shasta laughed and nodded.  “Fine.  That’s the last time I
try to help you, cum magnet.”

     “It’s not my fault!”

     “Whatever.”  Brig wiped her hand across Shasta’s face,
smearing the residue semen on her cheek.  “What is going on
today?”

     “I don’t know.  It is kind of weird, isn’t it?”

     “Seems more like you think it’s kind of hot.”  To prove
her point, Brig reached between Shasta’s legs and cupped her
mound.  Sure enough, the thin bit of cloth that was her
bikini bottom was completely drenched.  Shasta moaned again
at the direct contact, and gave a little shudder.  “You are
such a slut.”

     A soft groan to their side made Shasta and Brigit both
turn.  A young couple, no barely older then twenty, was
right next to them, a cute boy in his board shorts and his
pretty girl friend in her own skimpy, though not quite as
revealing as their own, bikini.  At first, they only noticed
the couple was checking them out, which was not surprising,
considering the sight they must be huddled together, both
splattered with cum, and Brig’s hand on Shasta’s cunt.  And
then, just as he moaned again, both girls noticed that his
hard cock was out of his shorts, the girl’s hand pumping
hard on the shaft, and his jism erupting from the head of
his dick to splatter against the Shasta’s belly and thighs.

     After his wad was unloaded, the girl tucked his dick
back into his shorts and, with a quick tongue cleaning on
her hand, which had some dribbles of spunk on it, she winked
at Shasta, and the couple walked off arm in arm.

     Shasta and Brig just stared at the two as they vanished
into the crowd.  Things were just getting stranger by the
minute. Before they could even speak, another moan followed
from behind Shasta, and along with it, a few more shots of
cum sprayed onto her exposed ass cheeks.

     Brig stepped back away from her friend as the obscured
man pumped his seed onto her back, and watched as another
guy, dick out and in hand, stepped up right where she had
been standing, and unloaded his balls all over Shasta’s
pelvis, painting her thin black bikini with white globs.
Shasta, eyes wide, watched with shock as her jerked his cock
a few more times, shook the remaining drops onto her, and
walked away.

     Shasta, momentarily alone, though her body dripped with
cum, turned and immediately began to walk away.  Brig
hustled up after her.  “Where are you going?”

     “Don’t know.”  Shasta was never made a move to try to
wipe off the spunk that oozed down her torso and back,
slipping down her skin to her thighs.  “Need to sit down,”
she said at last, plopping her self down on the boardwalk
bench she happen to be passing as she said it.

     She was panting hard, harder then was warranted by the
speed on her walk; her heart was pounding a mile a minute,
and her cunt was aching, just aching for some proper
attention.  All this cum on her, and not a single cock
inside of her to show for it; she needed some relief, and
even as she thought it, her hand was down on her cunt,
rubbing away.

     “Shasta!”  Brigit was astounded by her friend.  Sure
she was a slut, and sure they had both masturbated in public
before, but for her to just drop into the seat, spread her
legs like a whore, and start rubbing off for all to see,
that was a little much.  A huge turn on, but a little much.
Brigit moved to stand directly in front of Shasta, blocking
her from the sight from anyone walking by.

     “Mmmm, Brig, I need this.  So fucking horny!  It feels
so good!”

     “Good Lord, Shasta, I can’t believe you –“

     “Hey, cum whore!”  Shasta a Brigit both turned to the
source of the words that cut Brig off mid-sentence.
Shasta’s eyes met with the cock aimed at her face mere
moments before the blast hit her.  The creamy stream slashed
across her cheek, up into her hair.  She rubbed hard on her
cunt, saving waves of pleasure flowing through her body, as
she opened her mouth in anticipation for the next shot.  His
aim was true, and she was rewarded by the unmistakable taste
of his cum in her mouth.

     Shasta’s eyes were closed.  Her world was full of
sounds and sensations; the ocean splashed away in the
distance, and seagulls called out above her.  Feet shuffled
across the boardwalk, and she heard Brigit call out softly,
but her voice was moving away.  The pleasure was taking the
place of the sounds; sensations were ruling the noises, and
soon all she could do was feel.  Her hand rubbed the
delicious wetness between her thighs, coaxing ecstasy
through her flesh as another load of man-juice shot into her
mouth, and then another, though this came from the other
direction.  She kept her mouth open and leaned back,
exposing herself fully as cum seemed to rain down on her
from all sides.  She could hear the breathing in the
distance, the rhythmic pumping, but it seemed very far away,
while the heat and wetness was very real and very now, and
it poured over her and into her hungry mouth until finally
she shook and moaned with delight as her climax roared
through her thighs and rumbled up into every part of her
body.

     She opened her eyes to the sunlight, her body
momentarily satiated, though she could feel that soft itch
linger still deep in her cunt. She was a mess of cum, but it
wasn’t as bad as she had thought – or, rather, as good as
her fantasy had led her to believe.  She could feel it on
her face and was sure there were some nice bright lines in
her hair, there was cum splattered across her tits and
belly, too, and the taste lingered in her mouth, but she
wasn’t showered in it like she thought she would be.

     She looked around, but didn’t see Brigit anywhere.
Just strangers passing by; most seemed to be trying their
best not to notice her, and the rest openly started, though
none of them seemed inclined to whip out their cocks and add
to the mess on her flesh, which Shasta found both
disappointing and odd.

     And then a figure caught her eye.  A young boy, maybe
13 years old, was staring at her, eyes wide, from across the
walk.  She was a pretty boy, and being as young as he was,
seemed fresh and someone more tender and tasty.  His start
was unabashingly hungry, the type of look she always got
from boys his age.  She loved eliciting such looks form boys
like him – they were much sexier stares then those of older
men.  She smiled at him and winked.  He grinned and walked
up to her.  “You’re really her, aren’t you?”

     “What?”

     “You!  You’re the girl from the pictures!”

     Shasta was confused.  “What pictures?”

     “The pictures in . . .” he stopped himself.  He seemed
to be considering something.

     Shasta’s curiosity was peaked, and having this yummy
little boy staring at her cum-coated body, and him most
certainly knowing exactly what she was covered with, the
previously mild itch in her pussy was being to throb.  His
eyes were drinking her in completely, and always returning
to her tits, most of which were exposed and what was
covered, was still completely visible.  Shasta doubted he
had ever seen tits in person before, and if he had, he was
still enjoying the view.  She could see the tent his young
cock was making in his shorts.

     Shasta grinned up at him as she pulled her the cups
down of her tits, freeing them completely from the fabric to
tantalize him with.  He gawked.  “What pictures?”

     “I’m not sure I’m supposed to tell you,” he said.

     Shasta squeezed her tits together with her arms,
“Please?”  He stared even more, but didn’t reply.  “Tell you
what.  You tell me what pictures you mean, and I’ll suck
your cock.”

     “Really?”

     Shasta reached up and cupped his package with her hand
and gave a little squeeze.  “Oh yeah.  Really.”  His meat
was hot in her hands, even through his shorts, and she could
feel the blood pulsing in his cock.  Just feeling it in her
hands made her pussy water, and Shasta knew she was going to
suck him off whether he told her or not.  She was already
freeing his dick from his shorts, and he hadn’t said
anything.

     “I saw your picture in a bathroom,” he said as she
released his hard dick from his shorts. Her breathe poured
over the sensitive shaft as she lowered her face and kissed
his prick right on the head.  Her lips rolled down his cock,
slowly enveloping the salty flesh until he was fully
engulfed.  Sure, she had taken much larger then his, put it
was the youth of it that made it so exciting.  Hers was
probably the first mouth to grace this cock, and she was
going to make sure she did it justice.  She stroked his
hairless balls with her free hand and massages his dick with
her lips and tongue, going slow, making every movement
magical.  He was panting already, and his words were
punctured by breaths and gasps.  “There were lots of them. .
. All over. . . bunch of different ones . . . saying you
were here . . . and for guys to find you.”

     Shasta sucked a bit longer, and then pulled back.  She
kept stroking his balls gently with one hand and rubbed his
cock with the other.  “Where is this bathroom?”  His eyes
were closed and he looked on the verge of cumming.  When he
didn’t answer, Shasta stopped all of her teasing.

     He groaned, as if in pain.  “I can show you.”

     “Good.”

     “But . . . I want . . .”

     “Want what?” Shasta asked, pretty sure she knew exactly
what he wanted.

     “I want to see . . . your pussy.”

     That actually shocked her, but it made her shiver with
pleasure.  Her darling little playmate had never seen a cunt
before, she thought.  The idea of introducing him to one was
just too wonderful to pass up.  “Okay,” she replied, licking
her lips.  Shasta sat back and spread her legs, and she slid
her bikini bottoms to one side, revealing her herself to
him.  His eyes were wide, and he started, enthralled, as she
rubbed her hand across her crotch, teasing her juicy cunt,
and spreading her pussy lips wide with her fingers so that
he could see up inside of her.

     “Look good?” she asked, her voice full of heat.  He
could only nod his head.  “Ever seen a pussy before?”  He
shook his head at that, confirming her suspicions.  “Then I
guess you never fucked one either.”  He shook his head
again, his eyes never leaving her cunt as her fingers
played.  “Want to fuck mine?”

     He looked at her then and nodded vigorously.  “I’ll let
you fuck me if you show me this bathroom.”  Shasta knew it
was a bad deal for him; she wanted his cock inside of her as
much, if not more, than he wanted to put it there, but if
she could get something else of out it too, she would do so.

     “Okay!”  He stepped up between her legs, knowing he
needed to be there, but not sure what else he had to do.
Shasta knew better then to fuck this little boy out in the
open – hell, she knew better than to suck his cock and
expose herself to him in public too – but today was just too
wild for such normal concerns to even cross her mind.  She
reached her arms around her young lover, and pulled him down
on top of her.  Wrapper her legs around his smaller body,
she reached down between them and slid his cock up into her
pussy.  They both moaned in bliss as he sunk into her.

     When their bodies met, he just laid there, not moving.
Shasta purred into his ear, “You need to pump back and
forth,” she instructed, sliding her thighs up and down
against him.  “Like this.”

     He tried, she gave him that, but his thrusts were jerky
and unsure, which was part of the charm and excitement.  She
was taking his virginity right there on the boardwalk.  His
first fuck.  That knowledge more then made up for his
inexperience and lack of timing.  She worked his dick with
her body, her cunt squeezing and pulsing against his shaft.
Shasta, by contrast, was a very experienced fucker, and
could very easily milk a cock with her pussy.

     It wasn’t long at all before he gasped in her embrace
and spilled his seed, for the first time, inside a woman’s
body.  Shasta had worked herself up to a tizzy, her need to
cum practically painful, but she wasn’t close enough yet to
climaxing, and her young playmate, now done, was already
pulling, finished with the act entirely.

     She just sighed and straightened out her bathing suit.
At least she hadn’t gotten caught.  Maybe by the time he
showed her this bathroom, she could seduce him again, and
fuck him a bit longer.

     He was grinning ear to ear.  “That was awesome!”

     “Glad you liked it.  Now, take me to the pictures.”

     He nodded and started off.  Shasta was in close
pursuit, her cunt boiling like crazy.  Each step was
delightfully pleasureful, and yet agonizingly not enough.
If wasn’t long before he stopped and pointed to one the of
boardwalk’s public men’s room.

     “They are in there.”  Shasta nodded and started towards
the door.  “You can’t go in the boy’s room!”

     Shasta turned back to him.  “Every one in there has
already seen me, right?  I don’t think it will be a problem.
You coming?”

     He seemed to accept that answer, and then nodded.

     Shasta was not at all prepared for what she saw inside.
Her picture was there, alright.  Many pictures of her where
there, and they were everywhere.  The walls from floor to
ceiling, where plastered with her pictures.  Every stall,
every door, every vertical surface save the mirrors where
covered with her form.  There were several different pics
copied thousands of times, some in color, some just black
and white.  She recognized most of them as from her
collection, and a few she had never scene, but she recalled
the gangbangs at which they were taken.  They displayed her
naked, most of them with her either fucking or sucking or
just drenched in cum.  All proclaimed in big bold lettering
that she was a slut who needed cum.  It showed the date,
today’s date, and the posters practically begged for the
reader to help her out and cum on her if they saw her.

     She couldn’t believe it.  Someone had done this to a
bathroom, a public rest room, to get her covered with cum.
She was so fucking turned on, she began rubbing her cunt
right there in the room.

     “Hey, what the fuck are you – oh shit!  It’s you!”  The
man who had just turned from the urinal was at first shocked
to see a woman in the men’s room, but recognizing her from
the picture he had just been staring at while pissing, he
changed his attitude.  His dick was back out of his swim
suite as he approached her.

     Shasta saw his cock hardening in his hand, and she dove
for it.  It was in her mouth before she even knew she was on
her knees.  She could feel his cock getting fat and hard in
her mouth. There was another flush, and suddenly and second
man emerged from the stall.  He was shocked at the display,
but when Shasta waved him over to her, he came, pulling his
cock out as he did so.

     Shasta pulled the first cock of her mouth long enough
to growl “Fuck me!” and then she was down on him again,
sucking in earnest, longing to drink down his cum.

     Her world melted as her bikini was pulled to the side
and her cunt entered by the stranger’s cock.  She heard men
entering the bathroom, felt them moving around her, but she
wasn’t really aware of anything but fucking.  Their were
cocks galore, and her mouth was never lacking for cock, and
her cunt and ass, both her used repeatidly.  Cum splattered
all over her as men used her again and again.  Some just
walked in and jerked off, leaving their offering across her
body.  Others came back time and again, using her several
times throughout the day.

     She caught snippets of conversation, and through the
day, began to realize her fame was not from one lone
bathroom, but that many restrooms had been so decorated, all
indicating where to find her.  It only got her hotter –
these cocks, this cum – it just wasn’t enough to satisfy
her.  She kept going, always hungry for more, and the men
kept fucking her.

     She was aware, just briefly, of a pretty blond girl
joining her on the floor.  Familiar, but she was too much in
a haze of desire to recall from where she knew her.  The
blond kissed her for a while, sucked some of the cum off
Shasta’s body and kissed it into her mouth as both of them
were pumped by cocks.  She saw flashes of light,
photographs, she figured, while she and the blond girl
played, and she recalled when the other girl parted company
to leave all the cocks to her once more.  The other girl had
squatted over Shasta’s face, and held Shasta’s mouth first
to her cunt, and then to her, so that Shasta could suck all
the cum out of both.  And then, with one last kiss on the
lips, she was gone, and Shasta was once more the sole
entertainer.

     And finally, it was over.  She wasn’t sure when it was
over, just that she was suddenly aware of being alone,
completely covered in cum and wonderfully sore is so many
places.  Her entire body ached from cumming so much and so
hard.  She was lying in thick puddle of cum, and could hear
the sound of fucking from not too far away.  Looking up, she
saw Brig up against one of the urinals, behind fucked hard
from behind by a large black man.  She was obviously
enjoying the ride, and Shasta smiled as she watched.
Suddenly, the man pulled out, turned to Shasta and unleashed
his load all over her.  He thanked Brig and left, closing
the door behind him.

     “Hope you don’t mind me stealing your last man,” Brigit
said as she pulled up her bikini bottoms.  “He didn’t seem
too keen about fucking you all covered with cum when I came
in, so I told him to fuck me instead.”

     “That’s fine,” Shasta said, grinning, as she slowly
pushed herself up to her feet.  She didn’t know when her
bikini had come off, but she was totally naked at the
moment.  “You probably needed it more than I did.”

     “Fuck yeah!  I was wondering what happened to you.”

     Shasta vaguely recalled the blond in the room.
“Weren’t you here earlier?”

     “No.  Not until like twenty minutes ago.  Your friends
came and got me.”

     “My friends?”

     “Yeah, the ones who set this up.  They grabbed me this
morning on the board walk when those guys came up to you.
Told me not to worry, they had it covered, so I went down to
the beach.”

     Shasta shook her head, which sent clumps of cum
splattering to the floor.  She looked at herself in the
mirror, amazed, and pleased, to find her face and body
completely coated with spunk.  She shivered which delight,
though it made her ache to do so.  She saw her bikini was
sitting by the sink, and was likewise covered in cum.  It
seemed that those who couldn’t get close enough to her, just
came on her cloths.  Next to her bikini was a stack of
pictures.

     Shasta snapped up the stack and flipped through them,
and Brig came up behind her too look over her shoulder,
watching the stills of her friend performing such lewdness.
“Damn, girl!  You must have fucked like a hundred guys!”
     
     Shasta was amazed herself, but she kept going, seeing
herself in a variety of positions, cocks in hand, in her
mouth, up her cunt or ass, over and over.  She hadn’t
realized how many cocks she had had.  It made her smile to
relive it all again.
     
     “Her!” Brig said as the blond first appeared in the
picture.  “She and some guy, they did all this.  Or said
they did.”
     
     Shasta did know her.  “Oh, that bitch!”  She flipped
through the next few pictures which featured her and the
blond getting it on, swapping cocks, swapping cum, and
spreading their messes all over each other.  “That little
bitch!”
     
     “You know her?”
     
     “Yeah, I know her.  And I can guess who was with her.”
Shasta flashed through the rest of the pics, a huge grin on
her face.  How those two could have managed it was beyond
her, but she was glad they did, and that they had a chance
to join in for a bit.
     
     Brigit pulled one of the posters off the wall.  “A
souvenir for you?”
     
     Shasta laughed as she took it.  She could see through
the paper that something was written on the back.  Turning
it over, it read:
     
     S,
     
     Sorry you never made it to the beach, but hope you had
a great time anyway.  Next time, we’ll have a kinkier, more
personal party.
     
     T & G.
     
     
     Shasta shook her head, grinning like a Cheshire cat, as
she slipped into her cum-coved bikini.  Those two were
amazing.  She would have to drop them a line, not only to
thank them for the lovely day on the board walk, but for see
about getting together for the personal party.  She couldn’t
even imagine what pleasures to two twisted minds could come
up with, what new experiences they could offer, what
fantasies of hers they might be able to fill.
     
     “Come on, Brigit.  I need to get out of here.”
     
     “Want a shower?”
     
     “No.  I want you to lick all of this off of me.”
     
     Brigit smiled.  “I was hoping you would say that.”  She
led the way out of the men’s room and out into the night
air.  It was a cool evening, but they were both already
warming up to it.