From tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Fri Dec 9 16:04:35 1994 Message-ID: <223310Z08121994@anon.penet.fi> Path: tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an165643@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an165643@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 8 Dec 1994 22:30:35 UTC Subject: A BEACHIN' AFTERNOON pt. 1 (mmmmm/f, cons) Lines: 341 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! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.