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Date: Thu,  8 Dec 1994 22:30:35 UTC
Subject: A BEACHIN' AFTERNOON pt. 1 (mmmmm/f, cons) 
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Keep in mind, friends, that fantasy is fun largely because it's 
safe.  Be safe, be monogamous.  If monogamy isn't possible, use 
condoms!  Stay alive.  Peace....

Fun in the beach house...

Sit back and enjoy!(I hope!)  Remember, good fantasy, like good 
sex, requires patience!  "Bonnie"

	As I stepped from the shelter of the shaded deck into the sun, 
the heat seemed scalding.  It felt as if the sun's light were 
pressing hard against my skin, permeating each pore, and 
causing tiny beads of sweat to spring up immediately.  I strode 
to the water and began to stretch before my swim.  The drops of 
perspiration, as they trickled down my legs, and between by 
breasts, made me feel deliciously sensual. The burn as I bent 
and stretched each muscle reminded me of how very much I 
enjoyed my own body and all the pleasure it could bring me.  

	Tanned and slender, I was also pleased with all the pleasure 
that I could give to others.  I knew that I drew stares as I 
walked to the water, and I wasn't the least bit ashamed to show 
off my fitness and  flexibility to my admirers.  My one piece 
suit fit nicely, with high-cut legs, a deep "V" between my 
breasts, and only tiny laces binding front to back on either 
side.  It may not have been a bikini, but it showed plenty of 
skin.  

	As I stretched, I checked out the people who were sharing the 
beach with me on this gorgeous afternoon.  There were several 
couples lounging together on blankets along the beach.  It made 
me smile to see the furtive looks that the men cast my way, 
trying not to let their wives and girlfriends see them staring. 
 There were a few children with their families, and fifty or 
sixty yards up north of me, a group of guys  playing 
volleyball.  They had stopped the game for a time, and seemed 
to be enjoying my presence on the beach.  There were about six 
of them, more than I'd had the nerve to take on at once before, 
but they were the only unattached men on the beach, (at least 
the only ones worth the bother!) and hell, this was my last day 
in this bungalow.  I decided to check them out a little 
further.

	I began my swim as usual, swimming out into the still ocean 
waters about 30 yards, then I turned north.  Rather than swim 
out and back, I elected to swim parallel to the beach, well 
past the young men, and walk back, giving me a chance to look 
them over, and, if I liked what I saw, to get to know them a 
little better.

	I was already getting excited as I swam past them.  As I 
turned my head to breathe, I could see them watching me go by.  
I started to show off a bit, shifting from my lazier, distance 
stroke to a quicker stroke intended for shorter distances.  I 
pulled hard on the water, feeling the effort across my chest.  
I felt the water slipping by as I glided along, and I lost 
myself for a while in the pure physical joy of the effort, but 
I hadn't been a competitive swimmer for many years, and I soon 
found my lungs aching for air.  They began to burn as I pushed 
to get the last few yards out of myself, then I stopped and 
floated for a moment before swimming back to shore.

	I had only covered a hundred yards or so, fewer than I'd 
thought, but it put me well beyond my volley-ballers (pun 
intended!) when I walked up from the water and sat down to rest 
in the hot sand.  My chest heaved as I tried to catch my 
breath, and I could feel my heart pounding as I recovered.  
Quickly the ache left my well-conditioned muscles, and my heart 
and breathing rate returned to near-normal.  It was only my 
anticipation that kept me from becoming perfectly relaxed.  I 
had the group's attention again, and when I had steeled my 
nerve, I began to walk toward them.

	As I grew nearer, I smiled and returned the gaze of the guy 
nearest me.  I was proud of my looks, and knew that the 
glistening of the sun on the sweat and the sea water on my 
tanned skin made me look even hotter than usual.  Better still, 
my mild state of arousal, or maybe my nerves, had made my 
nipples begin to swell.  They were a bit sensitive now, and 
could tell that they pressed visibly against the thin material 
of my suit.

	My athletes turned out to be teenagers!  Probably 
high-schoolers, if I guessed correctly.  Most of them had 
almost no body hair, and they had skin that almost glowed with 
youth.  But they were hot looking too, with builds that 
suggested that they too were swimmers, with broad shoulders and 
well cut pecs that tapered to narrow waists and tight little 
butts.  A couple of them wore tank suits, but most wore the 
baggy suits that are so popular these days.  Too bad, I 
thought.

	I noticed too as I neared the boys that there were only five 
of them, rather than six, which provided me with an easy in.  
"Hi, guys.  Saw you playing earlier.  Need another player to 
even things out?"

	Their eager response almost made me laugh, but I didn't want 
to insult them, so I swallowed hard and tried not to look too 
amused as they stumbled over themselves to invite me into the 
game.  Turned out they were swimmers, as I'd imagined, members 
of a local high school swim team.  I began to hope that they'd 
live up to my other imaginings as well...

	I told them my name was Bonnie, that I was glad to meet them.  
Tony introduced himself first.  He seemed to be the leader, the 
most confident of the bunch, as well he should have been.  He 
had the build of a guy who swims butterfly, trim, but with 
bulkier shoulders and a larger chest than most swimmers.  He 
was gorgeous, about 6'1" with thick dark hair.  His was one of 
the two tank suits, too, and as is often the case with boys, he 
eschewed the use of a jock on the beach.  It was apparent that 
he was well built there, too.

	Eddie shook my hand next.  He tried so hard to look into my 
eyes that it was obvious he was trying not to stare elsewhere.  
Time enough for that, I thought, when I wasn't looking!  He was 
cute, blonde, about my height, 5'8", and rather slender.  
"Breast stroke your specialty?" I queried. "Uh, oh, yeah, how'd 
you guess?" He stammered.  "Lucky, I guess," I answered as 
another boy stooped under the net to greet me.

	Jamie was his name.  Jamie was a little taller, and built much 
like the rest.  His baggy suit hid what I most sought to 
know...  Then came Matt, another young adonis with dark, 
straight hair, and then Steve.  Steve seemed the most shy, 
hardly looking at me as he shook my hand and took his place in 
the game, on my side of the net.  He wore the other tank suit, 
and from what I could see, I thought his diffidence might stem 
from that region.  I thought I might enjoy helping him get over 
that.

	We began playing, three on three, so to speak, and had a great 
time.  I don't jump too well, not much of a spiker, but I can 
sure dig a ball well, and my team had the better of things for 
the most part.  As we played, my suit tended to ride up between 
my cheeks, and I let it.  It hand't been made for this sort of 
sport, I knew.  I knew too, that as it rode up little fronds of 
pubic hair would begin to peek around the edges of the suit 
between my legs.  I have always refused to wax or shave myself 
there, preferring the thick black bush that God gave me to some 
model's coiffed snatch.  I made sure to bend over often to grab 
my breath, granting whoever was behind me a little glimpse of 
musky heaven.

	It got hotter and hotter as we played, and I was getting 
sweaty and sandy, and had a huge thirst.  I suspected that the 
same was true for the boys, but they didn't seem to want to 
quit.  Wonder why...

	I hoped that they were all thirst enough to accept my 
invitation to the house, because the time had come to move the 
afternoon along.  If this scene wasn't going to work out, I had 
to be looking elsewhere.  This was my last day here abd I 
wasn't going to spend it alone....

	"You boys care for something to drink?  A beer, maybe?"  I 
offered.  I knew they were under age, but I had no intention of 
getting them drunk.  I wanted them sober and capable.  They all 
seemed as eager to come to the house as they had been to have 
me in their games, so I led them to the outdoor shower below 
the deck of my house.

	"Gotta get the sand off, guys.  Rented house," I said as I 
stepped into the shower.  "You'll have to shower before you can 
come in.  I'll shower first, and go in to get you some 
towels..."

	Ordinarily I take my time in the shower, enjoying the 
sensations of the tiny jets of water as they strike my 
sun-warmed skin, but this time I showered quickly, rinsing away 
the perspiration and the sand.  It was a kick, standing there 
in the partially enclosed shower, quite naked, with these five 
horny guys just outside.  I almost invited them in right then 
and there, but decided I'd rather get them inside, where we'd 
all be more comfortable.  I dried off and wrapped the only 
towel in the stall around me to head upstairs.  Wrapped to hold 
itself in place just above my nipples, it barely covered my 
ass.  I was sure to give them a good view as I jogged up the 
stairs to get the other towels!

	I tossed five more towels down to the boys with the 
instructions, "Leave the wet suits on the deck to dry.  You can 
just wear the towels into the house.  I don't mind."  Amazing 
how fast they managed to shower and find their way into the 
house.  Steve, as I'd expected, was last, but he arrived even 
so, clad only in the not-so-large towel I'd thrown to him.  He 
and the others were beginning to get a bit aroused, I noticed.  
Their pricks were beginning to press against the towels, making 
bumps that seemed to embarrass them.  Even Tony seemed a little 
uncomfortable as I handed him a beer from the fridge.

	I had hoped that one or the other of the boys would initiate 
something.  It is often more fun that way, but as we sipped our 
beers and  shared stories about swim-team adventures, it became 
clear that none of them would.  Maybe it was their age, maybe 
the group thing.  I suspected they'd behave differently alone 
with me.  Whatever the case, it was going to be up to me, and 
time was, as they say, a-wastin'.

	"I hope you guys aren't insulted, or embarrassed, or anything, 
but I would really like to fuck you, all of you," I finally 
said, when the conversation began to lag.  "Oh, man!" "Yeah, 
sure, you bet,"  "You're kidding?" were my immediate responses. 
 Tony smiled.  Steve said nothing.  We were seated in a bunch 
of overstuffed furniture in the living room, more or less in a 
circle, so I stood up in the middle of the room and said, "No, 
I'm not kidding.  I've never been with more than two guys 
before, so this would be new for me too, but I'm  quite 
serious."  I shed my towel for them and said, "So what do you 
think?"

	I looked each of them, except for Steve, in the eyes as I 
turned around to a chorus of "Oh, shit, yes," and "Damn 
straight," and the like.  
	I added, "Now, a couple of rules, here, since there are so 
many of you and only one of me.  I get to call the shots.  You 
can ask for what you want, but I choose what I do, and no rough 
stuff, okay?"  I knew  there was no way to stop them if they 
did get nasty, but they seemed to be good kids, and would 
understand what I was asking.  They all agreed, so I turned to 
Jamie to get things rolling.

	"Jamie, I'm hungry.  How 'bout you let me suck you off for 
starters?  You can fuck me later, if you want.  I'm betting 
you're all good for more than one go-round!"  I knelt on the 
deep plush carpet and beckoned for him to come to me.  Jamie 
smiled at the other guys, looking shy as hell, and walked over 
to me.  His prick made a good sized lump in the front of the 
towel as he walked.  When I pulled the towel away it bounced up 
to almost half-staff!  His dick was surrounded my a smallish 
tuft of hair even redder than the hair on his head.  The skin 
beneath his suit was pale, as fair as you'd expect a red-head 
to be.  

	I moved closer.  Even after his shower, I could smell the 
man-scent between his legs, and little shiver ran down my 
spine.  I felt the tingle starting between my own legs as I 
lifted the reddish head to my lips and gave it a gentle kiss.  
Jamie was shaking a bit.  Nerves, I thought.  He was excited, 
though.  I could feel his rapid heart beat in his swelling 
meat.  I kissed his prick head again, then took the whole thing 
suddenly into my mouth.  I loved the heat of his half-hard cock 
as it filled my mouth and pressed against the back of my 
throat.  I loved too the looks on the other guys faces as I 
began bobbing on Jamie's growing tool, holding the base in one 
hand and his nuts in the other.

	Jamie stopped shivering, but he didn't ever move.  An 
occaisional grunt or murmur was the only sign that I was 
pleasing him, except of course for the rapid growth of his 
cock.  In only moments, he was a good, hard six inches.  His 
pale prick grew beefy red as he got more and more excited.  I 
lifted my head from his tool and spit into my hand.  I stroked 
his upright cock rapidly now as I spoke.  "Jamie, I want to 
taste your cum, okay.  Come right in my mouth.  I want it.  
Give it to me!"  

	I fastened my mouth to his prick again sucked hard.  I used my 
mouth and my hand to slide up and down his entire length faster 
and faster, until I felt his cock start to shudder and swell.  
I felt his balls draw up to the base of his prick and I knew it 
was time.  I stopped bobbing and began sucking hard on the head 
of his cock, sliding my tongue against the tender underside 
rapidly.

	It hadn't been long, but I didn't expect it to take much time. 
 These boys were young and probably inexperienced so I figured 
they'd come quick, at least the first time.  Jamie did.  He 
rewarded my efforts with a great mouthful of thick, sticky cum. 
 His hips bucked a little, but he still hardly moved.  A 
definite improvement over the guys who try to ram your tonsils 
down your throat.  I let the juices accumulate in my mouth, 
enjoying the earthy taste and texture before I swallowed.  When 
I had sucked the last drop from his still-twitching cock, I 
licked him clean and said, "Okay, who's next?"

	I thought Tony might jump up next, but he seemed to be 
enjoying the show, or perhaps he was saving himself.  I wasn't 
sure.  Anyway, it was Eddie who stood up and walked over to me. 
 Pulling off his towel, I noted that he too was half-ready.  I 
stood and pulled him too me, planting a long, deep kiss on his 
mouth.  He seemed nervous at first, but as my tongue found his 
and explored his mouth, he returned the kiss.  I sucked on his 
tongue as it entered my mouth, and gave it a playful bite as I 
let it go.

	As I held him against me, his rising cock pressed between my 
legs.  I was ready now, having nearly come myself when Jamie 
climaxed for me.  I was wet and warm and tingly, but Eddie 
wasn't quite ready.  I reached down with one hand between us 
and grasped his dick, stroking it almost frantically to get him 
ready to enter me.  I wanted some dick, and immediately at 
that!  Eddie's hands found my breasts and my ass as we 
continued to kiss, moving back and forth as though they 
couldn't decide where to be!

	He grew hard quickly.  He was about 6" hard, but not quite as 
thick as Jamie.  I never did care much about size, though.  
Just liked fucking.  I bent down quickly to moisten the swollen 
head of his cock and then turned my back to him, spread my legs 
a bit, and grabbed my knees.  "Okay, Eddie, give it to me.  I 
need it bad.  Give me that lovely cock!" 

	"That's it, Eddie, give her what she wants!" chorused the 
others as he stepped up behind me.  He had a little trouble at 
first, so I guided his hot prick between my pussy lips and into 
my well of pleasure.  He entered me easily, smoothly, working 
himself all the way in until his hips pressed against my round 
cheeks.  "Now, fuck me, Eddie, hard.  Go ahead and give it to 
me.  Make me come, and don't hold back yourself!"

	"Oh, yes," was my only answer as he began to slide his rigid 
pole in and out of my pussy.  I was so hot from all the build 
up, and from sucking Jamie off in front of all these guys that 
it wasn't long before I felt myself begin to come.  A shiver 
started deep in my gut as he pounded away behind me, and slowly 
spread out to my extremities.  Suddenly a great wash of 
pleasure splashed over me.  "Oh, shit, Eddie, that's it.  Keep 
it up, baby, I'm coming!"  I came in a great shuddering heave, 
almost falling to my knees.  Eddies held me in place,and in my 
spasms my pussy clamped down on his tool.  I felt his rhythm 
change, felt him start to buck in that familiar way.  "Go 
ahead, Eddie, come!  Shoot it, shoot it!"  I encouraged.  His 
groin slapped against my ass as his cock began to spit it hot 
load into my waiting pussy.

	"Oh, damn, oh damn, oh damn," he repeated as he rocked against 
me.  When his orgasm was quite spent, I pulled myself off his 
prick and turned to face him.  I kissed him once again, then 
knelt to lick away our combined fluids.  The musky scent, the 
salty, sticky taste sent a tiny aftershock through me as I 
bathed him with my tongue.

For the remainder of round one, see part two!
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