Beach Party by Baron Rod

Copyright © 2009 by Baron Rod   (baronrod.macf@gmail.com)

(m+f+ orgy 1st cons)

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with
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Reproduction for profit is forbidden. Any distribution must
include this note and the author's email address. Don't be caught
attempting to make a buck off me!

Warnings and disclaimers:

This is adult entertainment! Be warned! While I don't really
write stroke stories if you're not into graphic depictions of
sex, this is the wrong story for you! If you're too young to be
legally reading this, move along!

This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to reflect any
particular person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist
in their current form solely in the writer's imagination. You get
the idea.

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Since I was only fifteen my folks only allowed me to go out with a
crowd and allowed me to go to parties, but I still wasn't allowed
to go on single dates. I had kissed a lot of boys, but never
really got beyond that. It was summer and one of the guys was
having a party at his folk's house which was right on the beach.
My girlfriend, Gloria, picked me up and we left. I was due home
before midnight. When I got there I found out that his folks were
gone for the weekend. If I had followed the rules my folks had
set I should have called and had them come and get me. Parties
without supervising parents were a no-no. But it was only six
PM, and there was lots of daylight left, and I wanted to swim,
and I didn't want to be a party pooper, so I didn't call.

There were six guys and, including me, four girls at the party.
Mike, the guy who was throwing the party, had a the charcoal
grill going with thick, meaty ribs. There was lots of soda, but
no beer or booze. My high school had lost seven kids in three
separate alcohol related accidents since January and so the rest
of us were sort of 'scared straight'. So I can't blame alcohol
for what happened. We ate and swam and danced and in general had
a good time.

About dusk, eightish or so, we were out in the water and were
horsing around, playing a kind of 'keep away' with a beach ball.
One of the guys, Paul, tried to swat the ball from one of the
other girls, Gloria, missed and snagged her bikini top right off.
There was embarrassment all around, but since the strap was
broken she decided to throw the bra onto the beach and keep
playing. Of course it wasn't long before all of us girls were
topless. During a later scrimmage after the ball John was tripped
and Kathy pulled his trunks right off and threw them on the
shore. A quick flurry and there were ten kids skinny dipping by
the time the sun went down. The moon was already up and maybe
three quarters full so there was plenty of light for everyone
to see the sights by.

Soon there was a general grope and make out session going. Kathy
had paired with John, Gloria had Don and Walt kissing her all
over, Patsy had Mike in a huge lip lock and I had Paul kissing my
tits and Brian licking my pussy. I'm not real sure, but I think
Gloria and Don were the first to lose their virginity. Paul and
Brian had gotten me to orgasm and then Brian had positioned
himself and entered me. It didn't hurt more than a slight pinch
and then I was swept away in the passion of the moment. I got my
knees up around Brian's hips and locked my ankles around his ass
while he pistoned into me deeper and deeper. Paul sort of sat at
my head and put his cock on my lips and I turned my head and
opened my mouth and started sucking. Brain came into me and
rolled off and I just swarmed up over Paul and got on top of him
and sat down on his spit and pre-cum soaked cock. I rode him for
a few minutes and we orgasmed together.

In the quiet moment afterward we looked around and saw that
everyone else had either finished or was near finished. For the
next almost three hours we four girls had sex with all six boys.
Paul wanted to try anal, but none of us girls would agree to it
and the other boys enforced our wishes. By the time 11:30 rolled
around the guys were wore out, and it was time for most people to
be leaving. I had been laid nine times. I could hardly walk the
next day, I was so sore. The goddess of love smiled at us,
because, while no protection had been used, none of us girls got
pregnant that night. Comparing notes later we found that of the
ten people there only Kathy, John, and Mike had not been virgins.
It was a magical introduction to sex.

