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(MMf-teen, reluc, 1st, oral, anal, orgy, voy) *** 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 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 82