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Chapter Twenty-two -- No Bikini Atall


Darlene and Dwayne clung together, sensing others moving around
them in the darkness.  "I guess we better get back and check on
the kids," Dwayne sighed, pulling up his shorts and zipping his
sleeveless sweatshirt.

"They'll be all right," Darlene giggled softly.  "The girls are
there."

"They said they were going out about eleven."

"Well, Jennie is responsible enough for a little while."

"She's growing up so fast," Dwayne sighed.

"Too fast," Darlene chuckled, remembering the bikini and how
ravishing their teenage daughter looked in it.  "Hey, where are
my bottoms?"

"The waves must have washed them away," Dwayne told his wife.

She felt a surge of panic, adrenaline pumping so she flushed
with a combination of fear and something else.  "I can't walk
back to the townhouse bare assed!"

"Maybe this will help," Dwayne told her with an evil snicker,
pulling something from the pocket of his sweatshirt.  "I found it
in your bag."

'It' was a sex toy, a vibrator encased in soft, red,
semi-transparent rubber that was molded with a short fat dildo
for insertion and a wedge of rubber nubbins above it designed for
clitoral stimulation.  The outside of the thing was smooth,
designed to be undetectable under a pair of pants.  It had
attached straps, a belt to go around the waist and a crotch
strap to hold it in place.  Thin wires came out of the top of
the molded rubber to connect to a battery box and control.

"I..."  Darlene felt a surge of excitement.  She loved Joni's
Butterfly and similar vibrators.  Experimenting with sex toys was
part of the curriculum at GWU and she had tried many of them but
she hadn't tried the one Dwayne held.  She wanted to; that's why
she put it in the bag.  She thought he might think it was sexy.

"In the dark, nobody will be able to tell it's not a thong
bottom," he told her, trying to sound reassuring.

"It's better than nothing," she agreed, tingling all over at the
thought of someone recognizing her state.  Fear crept in, too. 
What if it was a cop who recognized that what she wore wasn't
clothing?  She might be handcuffed and led away to a police
station.  They might take photographs of her wearing 'it' for
evidence.  All those thoughts just increased the arousal she
felt as her husband helped her step into 'it', pulling the wide
elastic waist strap up her legs as if he were pulling up a
G-string or thong panty.  "Oh, Dwayne," she moaned softly as he
pushed the short rubber shaft into her sopping cunt, using his
fingers to spread her labia so the ridge of little nubbins
pressed firmly against her clitoris.  It actually covered as much
of her as the thong bottom that she lost in the waves.

Dwayne kept the battery box and control in the pocket of his
sweatshirt.  She was tethered on a two-foot wire.  He put an arm
around his wife and pulled her close as he guided her into the
dry, loose sand a bit up from the wet sand where waves gently
lapped.  After going a short ways, he turned her to face the
ocean.  She gasped as he nudged the control up so 'it' vibrated
gently against her clit.

"Oh, honey, no," a female voice softly begged from the sand
between them and the water's edge.  If they looked carefully,
their eyes caught shadowy impressions of another couple making
out on the beach.  Dwayne moved behind his wife and pressed 'it'
more firmly against her mons with one hand, the other hand moving
inside her jacket and under her bikini top to caress her breasts.

Tension.  Sexual tension.  'What a turn on,' Darlene thought,
fighting to remain silent and still as 'it' hummed in her pussy
and against her clit.  Outdoors.  In public.  So what if it's
pitch black?  It's not _that_ dark.  She could make out the
couple less than thirty feet away, now rolling in the sand in a
deep kiss.  As they watched, she could see...  Yes, she was
kneeling.  He was behind her.  And Dwayne was behind her.  Was
everybody on the beach at midnight horny?  Fucking?  Yeah, the
couple was fucking doggie style right there in front of them
while 'it' was doing delicious things to her.

"MMmmmm," Darlene moaned, her teeth clenched, her lips pressed
together to stifle the sound, her legs clasped together.  And her
diabolical husband backed off on the control, leaving her horny
and frustrated.  And she couldn't make a sound as Dwayne's
handgently and slowly rocked 'it' in little circles against her,
therubber shaft stimulating the entrance to her vagina, keeping
heron a sexual high without giving her any relief.

The couple out there was getting close.  Both were panting and
the sounds of bare flesh smacking against bare flesh were
getting faster and faster.  A gorgeous half moon was just rising
over the ocean, giving Dwayne and Darlene a perfect silhouette
view of the couple as their passion neared its peak.  It was
obvious when the guy came, the slapping sound stopped and a soft
"nggaa" sound emanated from deep in his throat.  Movement
stopped.  A snapshot of a couple in rear entry, frozen as an
unknown penis spurted into an anonymous cunt on the beach.

Dwayne moved his hands to clap softly.  "Shit," the guy
snapped and "Oh, fuck," the female voice let out as the couple
jumped up and ran.  "My top," they heard as the young couple
retreated.  But Darlene saw that she wouldn't be too embarrassed. 
The girl was pulling down on a shirt as the couple ran up the
beach, tripping and falling in the loose sand, giggling as they
got up.  Darlene couldn't tell if the girl wore her bottom but
she suspected that she did or...

"Oh," she gasped as Dwayne moved the slide control to make
'it' hum against her clit again, then backed off.  "You're going
to drive me nuts," she whispered.

"I hope so," he answered softly, twirling Darlene around to
kiss her deeply for a minute, grinding his thigh against 'it'
so Darlene thought she was going to..  But then he backed off,
put his arm around her, and led her on up the beach toward a dune
where they heard.

As they topped the dune, they saw the glow of charcoal in
a depression between the dunes and vague outlines of some people
half sitting, half reclining around it.  Open fires on the beach
were banned but the college students who partied on the beach
were allowed to burn charcoal in low grills.  They were asked to
empty the dead coals in pits far from the sandy beach and most
complied.  Dwayne and Darlene were close enough to hear the
voices now.  Darlene recognized some of them.

"You shit," Maria's voice whimpered.  "You fucking shit.  I
told you I was going to stay a virgin and I am.  I wasn't going
to leave you with blue balls, you mother-fucking asshole."

"Shhh," came a hiss from another young woman who was
embracing Maria.  Darlene knew it was Jennifer who held Maria
from the tall, lanky frame.  "It's all right," she cooed to
the distraught Latino girl.

"You guys blew it," Wendy told the group.  "We came out
here prepared to give you the best hand jobs you ever had and
maybe even a blow job or two if you were real nice and what do
you try to do?  You try to fuck when we said that we didn't want
to do that!  It was nearly a date rape and you're all shit."

"Paul's sorry," one of the other guys said.

"Damn it, why'd you have to spoil it?" Wendy whimpered. 
"You know, it wasn't long ago that I was afraid I was gay and I
was getting turned on with you, Mort'."

Darlene recognized the name.  He was one of the guys they
played volleyball with in the afternoon.

"And the touching and kissing felt great and I, geez."

"We're sorry.  But what can we do?"

"First, pour out the beer.  All of it," Jennifer said.  "It's
your choice.  Get high on us or get high on beer but not both. 
You're not showing a lot of character, you know."

"We're not drunk," a new male voice said defensively.

"You might not be but Paul is."

"Not any more," Paul groaned.  "That knee to my nuts got me
sober real quick."

"You deserved it," Jennifer told him.

"Look, I'm sorry."

"Sorry's not good enough," Wendy snapped.

"I guess we better go," Mort' sighed.  "Who has the flashlight?"

"Wait a minute," Wendy told him.  "I didn't say it was over. 
Two of you acted like human beings.  Greg, you did turn me on and
I'd like to stay and get to know you.  And your cock."  She
giggled.  "Guys, we're not in love with you or anything.  You
know us girls.  We've got to be in love and preferably married
before we go all the way, at least I do.  You might have found
some 'Suzi slut' to fuck you and probably give you the clap or
AIDS but nice girls wait.  But I, for one, am curious about sex,
cocks, and everything.  Even though I intend to be a virgin when
I get  married, I don't want to be a stranger to sex.  I know how
to get myself off and I want to know how to get guys off so I can
be a good wife someday."

"But Paul's got to pay," she told them, changing her tone.  "We
can't have a potential rapist go unpunished.  If _you_ want to
stay, you have to let us tie you up and spank you."

"You've got to be fuckin' shittin' me," the boy named Paul said.

"Nope," Wendy told the whole group.  "If you agree, I
promise you'll get off.  I'll do it myself.  Otherwise, leave. 
Now."

"You're serious?"

"I think he ought to get us all off," Jennifer said.

"With 'is tongue," Maria said, now calmed down.

"So what's it going to be, Paul?" Wendy demanded, standing
with her fists punched into her hips.

"Don't blow it for the rest of us," Mort' snarled.

"OK," Paul agreed.

"Turn around," Wendy snapped.  He stood up and complied,
crossing his wrists behind his back so Wendy could tie them.

"I was wondering about that," Greg laughed.  "I was afraid
you guys brought rope or chains."

"A scarf works just fine," Wendy said.

"The silk feels kind of nice," Paul chuckled.

"Your spanking won't," Wendy told him.  "What do you say, girls?
I say we spank him until he gets us all off with his tongue. 
Do you want to be first, Maria?"

"No, last," she answered softly.

"Then I'll go first," Wendy said, untying the strings at the
side of her bikini bottom, then her top, laying them on the tote
bag from which she had pulled the scarf.  Then she fished around
in the tote for the baggie marked 'safe sex'.  It was full
of condoms and dental dam squares, one of which she removed
and spread over her mons, smoothing the wrinkles until it
conformed perfectly to her skin and the contours of the inside of
her pussy.  "Come here, Paul," she cooed, crooking her finger at
him as she settled into one of the two reclining beach chairs to
get comfortable with her legs widely spread to reveal her
rubber-clad muff in the dim moonlight.

"He almost rapes Maria and he's getting all the pussy,"
Greg grumbled under his breath.

"More rules," Wendy announced as Paul went to work, urged on
by her hand gripped in his hair.  "One of each couple has to keep
their pants on.  And there's safety in numbers and we're sticking
together so if you can't hack doing it with somebody else
watching, you can leave now.  Damn, you're not bad with that
tongue."

"How'd you like some titty?" Jennifer asked Greg naughtily.
"Wendy's never had three guys at once.  If you'll suck on
her titties, I promise you'll like the reward."

Greg and Mort sprang up to kneel on each side of Wendy.  Their
touch was tentative at first, gentle licks and caresses to her
small but firm B-cup breasts.  As they did their best to
give Wendy pleasure, Jennifer fished around in the tote for a
bottle of lotion.  After removing her top, she put lotion on her
breasts and pressed them against Greg's bare back.  Reaching
around, she fumbled with the tie inside the waistband of his
trunks for a minute before she managed to push them down and
begin stroking his erect member with her right hand.

"Are you still feeling neglected?" she purred into his ear so
softly that Darlene couldn't hear what she had said.

He lifted his head long enough to mumble, "What I'm
feeling definitely isn't neglected."  Jennifer smiled and pushed
his head back down to Wendy's chest.  Wendy let out a moan when
he resumed suckling her nipple.

"Asshole," Maria spat, slapping Paul's bottom as hard as she
could with her bare hand.  "You're lucky I don't have a whip,"
she snapped, giving him another slap on the other cheek
before taking off her top and imitating Jennifer, oiling her
breasts with the baby oil from the bag and lowering Mort's suit.

Darlene's moans were covered by the sounds being made by
the six-person group grope taking place so close to them. 
Pressed against her back, Dwayne controlled her arousal with
a combination of 'it' and his hands, again and again bringing
her closer and closer to an orgasm but always backing off before
she got there so she was whimpering in frustration but afraid to
beg for release.

"This," Wendy said sternly, pointing with a finger as she
held Paul's head by the hair a foot from her crotch, "is my
clitoris.  If you want to make me come, it's there that you need
to lick."  She pulled his face forward again.  "A little higher,
st..  OK, asshole.  Feel the little knob?  That's it.  Yeah,
that's my clit.  Oooh, yeah.  All around now.  Oooh, not right on
top yet, all around.  Swirl.  Forget my hole for now.  Swirl. 
Harder.  Make your tongue stiff.  Oh, yeah!"

"No!" Greg snapped suddenly, kneeling up.  "I.. ah,
shit!" Jennifer pumped him hard as his pelvis jerked and he sent
a dozen spurts of cream into the sand.

"Don't worry, lover," Jennifer cooed into his ear loudly
enough for Darlene to hear.  "I think I might like to try sucking
on this thing later and you'll last longer the second time
around. Your asshole friend will just get a hand job.  That's
part of his punishment for being such an asshole.  Look.  He's
getting Wendy close.  Want to suck her titty or would you like to
watch me do it?"

"You?  You?" Greg stammered.

"Yes," Jennifer told him.  "We went to an all girls school. 
With no guys around, we had to get off somehow.  Want to watch?"

"Yeah," Greg grinned.  "That'd be hot."

Jennifer giggled as she knelt next to her friend and took
the hard, throbbing little nipple into her mouth and bit
gently before she sucked hard.  Then she nuzzled up at Mort's
face until he lifted his head.  She tongue kissed him right over
Wendy's face for a minute, then returned to Wendy's nipple,
making her friend groan and pant.

"That's it.  Right there!  Harder!  Faster!  Yeah, right..
Oh, yeah, faster!  Oh, gawd!  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh."  Wendy
grunted rhythmically, digging her heels into the sand to hump
against Paul's face as she came violently in the moonlight.

"Nnnngggaaah," Darlene exploded, unable to remain quiet as Dwayne
mercifully used his hands and 'it' to throw her into one of the
most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.  She would have
collapsed into a heap if Dwayne hadn't had his arms around her to
lower her gently to the sand, sitting between his legs.

"What was that?" Paul gasped, lifting his head.

"Just somebody getting off on watching you eat pussy," Wendy
giggled, yanking hard on his hair so he would finish her up with
some licking around her whole groin area.  "I kind of like the
idea of being watched, of somebody else getting off on me."

"That sounded like Darlene," Maria said aloud, looking back
over her shoulder.

"If that's you, Darlene, come on down and join us," Wendy
called out softly, feeling brave and liberated.

"No, Dwayne," Darlene hissed as her husband lifted her and
urged her forward.

"Yes, my love," he said softly but clearly.  "I'm a voyeur
and you're both a voyeur and an exhibitionist so come on."

"Oh, this is so embarrassing," she groaned unconvincingly as
they reached the bottom of the little depression, where
Wendy reintroduced her to the guys who remembered her well
but refrained from making any crude comments about her
luscious bottom, large breasts, and small bathing suit.  "I'm a
married lady," she explained as Dwayne forced her to sit down in
the sand.  "This is my husband, Dwayne."

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," the younger men replied, all except Paul whose mouth
was still being held against Wendy's lower belly.  Greg
stammered, "I thought she was, you know, unattached."

"Don't worry about it," Dwayne told them.  "I love the idea
that my wife can still turn on you guys.    Makes me proud of
her."

"You otta be," Mort agreed.  "She's a fox."

"Please, you guys," Paul begged as soon as Wendy released
his hair.  "My nuts ache something fierce."

"That's what happens when you don't take 'no' for an
answer," Maria spat at him.

"Not from your knee," he groaned out.  "From being hard so long. 
I've got blue balls like you can't believe."

"Don't we all?" Mort sighed.

"Not all," Greg snickered.  "Although I'm ready for round two."

"Well, now that we have a proper chaperon, we can all get
naked," Maria giggled, her earlier emotional trauma from nearly
being raped forgotten for the moment.  She stripped off her
bottoms and then pulled Mort's trunks completely off, snuggling
his cock between her oily breasts.  "How about a tittie fuck?"

"Gawd, that feels great," Mort moaned, thrusting up between
her breasts.

"Keep going," Maria encouraged.  "Give me a come necklace."

Dwayne got up from behind Darlene and asked, "Can I borrow this?"

He held up the bottle of baby oil.

"Sure," Maria replied.  "But would you give me another squirt?"

Dwayne gladly upended the plastic bottle and gave it a
squeeze, sending a stream of oil onto Maria's breasts and Mort's
thrusting cock.  Then he sat back down and pulled his wife onto
his legs where he began methodically brushing away the sand from
her bottom.

"No," Darlene told him.

"We don't want to set a bad example," he told his wife. 
"Don't say 'no' unless you really it.  Say, 'Oh, please,
Dwayne.'  I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, too.  At least I am
tonight.  If it would really be too much, then say 'no' loud and
strong, but otherwise..."

"Oh, no, oh, please, Dwayne," Darlene whimpered, closing her
eyes as if it would hide them from the others as her husband
pulled the crotch strap to the side and his oily fingers
gently penetrated her anus.

"Hear the difference, asshole?" Wendy snarled at Paul.  "It maybe
true that sometimes when a woman says 'no' she means 'yes'
but anybody with half a brain can tell the difference.  Darlene
is begging for it, saying 'yes' with her 'no'.  You knew damned
well that when Maria said 'no', she meant it.  If you want to get
off, kneel down and present your fuckin' white ass for your
spanking, asshole."

Wendy flailed at his bottom until her hand was turning numb,
then Jennifer took over until she was also pooped and her hand
hurt.  Wendy gave the young man another dozen slaps on each
cheek, then told him, "I'm not through yet."  She had picked up
the used dental dam and proceeded to use it at a rubber band to
snap against his tender red ass cheeks until she felt better.  He
endured the assault stoically, hissing through his teeth and
gasping but resisting crying out or actually weeping.

"OK, I'm satisfied.  You've paid up," Maria finally told him.
"Are you still hard?  Would you like to give me another
necklace?" 

He could only nod.  Maria actually felt a little sorry for
him when she saw a glint of tears on his cheeks in the moonlight. 
On her knees, she crawled to retrieve the baby oil and then
went back to Paul to enfold his cock between her firm breasts.

"Am I seeing right?" Greg asked Jennifer as he looked at
Darlene and Dwayne.

"Yes.  He's fucking her asshole.  I always wanted to try
it," Jennifer said.  "I've had fingers and rubber toys up there
but never the real thing.  Are you up to it?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Let me find a heavy duty rubber and the KY," she told
him, searching the tote and returning a minute later.

"I thought you.. That you were, that you..  You said you wanted
to bea virgin when you married."

"A sexually experienced virgin," she told the surprised
and pleased young man.  "And unless you miss and hit the wrong
hole, I'll still technically and truly be a virgin in that no
penis has ever entered my vagina.  Can you accept that?  It may
seem a little weird, but that's my rule for myself.  Any guy that
I go out with has to go along with it."

He was definitely ready.  She tore open the plastic package
and rolled the rubber down onto Greg's shaft.  Then she smeared
the rubber generously with the lube.  

"Here," she told Greg, handing him the tube and getting on
all fours in the sand.  

"Get my butt hole ready." She had to coach him.  "I take it
you've never done this before.  OK, anal virgin, both of us,"
she giggled.  "Put a whole bunch of that up my poop chute with
your finger.  Ah, yes.  I like that.  Easy.  Yeah.  More.  More
goo.  Now, real easy, use two fingers.  Oh, yeah!"

"I don't want to hurt you," Greg said uneasily.

"It shouldn't hurt at all if.. ah, if I'm.. oh, yeah.  If I'm
ready and loosened up enough.  Yes.  Now three fingers.  Easy,"
she told him.  Then she switched gears, asking, "Hey, can I
borrow Mort?  I want to make this a real orgy."

"I take it you want to blow him," Wendy snickered.

"While my butt gets fucked," Jennifer explained.

"You up for it, stud?" Wendy asked Morton.

"Not yet," he answered sheepishly.

"I bet she can get you up," Wendy snickered, taking a towel
to remove the oil from his limp cock.  He showed signs of
recovery thanks to her rough toweling.  Wendy found an ultra-thin
for extra sensitivity type condom and used her hand on Mort until
his cock filled with just enough blood to let the condom roll on.
"Now let her give you a blow job," Wendy encouraged the young
man.  "She's only given a couple in her whole life and she told
me before that she wanted to practice on some guy this weekend
and you, my friend, win the booby prize."

He stepped up to Jennifer who smiled and immediately took
the rubber-encased cock into her mouth, licking along the
bottom firmly, loving the feel as his member steadily grew,
becoming engorged and firmer in response to her ministrations. 
She felt powerful and free and nasty.  The presence of her
friends added several dimensions: safety in numbers; elements of
voyeurism and exhibitionism; a feeling of fellowship and
camaraderie, sharing her men; pride that she was taking charge
now; a bit of one-upmanship.  Gad, she felt hot with her mouth
full of cock and her butt filled with three very greasy fingers.

"I bet she'd like her titties sucked while she does it,"
Maria told Paul as the young man with the blistered butt
recovered from the first tittie fuck of his life.  She nodded
toward Darlene who was kneeling up in the sand.  Dwayne had one
hand against her groin, pushing 'it' against her clit while he
plundered his bottom with renewed vigor after slowing down a
little after Darlene's last orgasm.

Darlene had lost count of how many orgasms she had experienced
and the count depended on when she started counting.  But
her brain wasn't keeping score.  Her eyes were scrunched shut
so tightly that she barely noticed a couple kneel down in front
ofher and settle into the sand.  Dwayne released his embrace of
her upper body and she naturally settled forward into the
young couple.

"Oh, no," she whimpered as she put out her hands to catch
herself and found two naked bodies supporting her.  She embraced
two heads with her arms and squeezed as two sets of lips sucked
on her neglected nipples, sending her over the top again, bucking
on her husband's cock and 'it' while those hungry mouths feasted
on her mammaries.  "Ooohhh," she wailed, half-conscious that she
was a reluctant participant in an orgy in the sand.

'This has to end,' Darlene's mind told her.  But it didn't end
for another fifteen minutes, her whole body constantly
stimulated in more erogenous zones than she knew she possessed,
'it' in her pussy and Dwayne's cock up her ass and mouths on her
nipples and six hands roving while her hands found oily skin and
a limp, oily cock that grew in one hand as her other hand found a
hairy pussy.  She had no idea who she was touching and she wasn't
willing to open her eyes.  The pounding in her ass grew more
rapid, noisily smacking her sweaty cheeks as she approached her
next orgasm.  She was sure she would never survive another one.

Feeling neglected, Wendy slid under her friend and lifted her
head to lick Jennifer's pussy.  She flicked out her tongue to
lick Greg's hanging ball sack as it swung by.  But
pornographic movies and literature never told her how much strain
such a position puts on a neck and she soon wiggled her way out
again, stopping to suckle Jennifer's little titties on the way.

She went back to the bag to search until she found 'just in
case,' a soft rubber dildo with a vibrating egg on top to
press against a clit.  Standing over Jennifer's back in full view
of the rutting men, she lubricated it with more KY and turned
the control for the vibrating clit stimulator to 'high'
before reaching under her friend and inserting it in steady
thrusts, alternating with and then synchronizing with Greg's
thrusts.

Just seconds of feeling the other object inside Jennifer sent
Greg over the edge.  He slammed against her butt and let out
a long, strangled, "Aaaahh."  He held on tight, buried all the
way up the tall woman's Hershey Highway, experiencing spasms
that shook his body to the core as his cock pumped jism into
the reservoir at the end of the condom.

When she felt the dildo withdrawing, Jennifer's right
hand instinctively swung back between her legs to hold it in,
the feeling of being completely filled so overwhelmed her and
the vibrating egg providing direct clitoral stimulation that
was lacking since Wendy's earlier licks.

Wendy freed her hand from under Jennifer's and took charge
again, telling Greg, "You've got to back out now."  As he did,
she giggled, "We wouldn't want this to get lost up there," and
she slid the slimy rubber off of his rapidly withering cock. 
She gave him a hug and a quick tongue kiss before turning to
Morton and asking, "You want to try her poop chute, too?"

"Yeah, fuck my ass," Jennifer panted, dropping her face onto
the blanket and making a depression in the sand under it with
her shoulders.

"Ultra-thin won't do for butt fucking," Wendy told Mort as
he moved around the tall girl who was now grinding against the
dildo she held buried in her cunt.  "And spit isn't a
suitable lubricant."  She stripped off the ultra-thin and rolled
on a fresh rubber, coated it liberally with KY, and said, "Go for
it."

"Yeah, fuck my ass," Jennifer gasped out as Mort slid easily
into her tight rear passage.  "Harder," she ordered as the
vibrator and dildo and throbbing cock drove her toward an orgasm
that she would never forget.  "Faster."

Darlene's mind absorbed the words 'harder' and 'faster' out of
the air as she recognized the 'tiny death' of orgasm, perhaps
the most satisfying of her life.  Every muscle in her entire
body tensed to the breaking point, then exploded in
convulsions, vibrating with an intensity she had never known,
and...

Jennifer had never known such overpowering sexual feelings,
her cunt and ass filled, her lips dry and stinging pleasantly, a
mild taste of rubber still in her mouth.  How many people
were watching?  What a slut she was, begging for more cock, both
the artificial and real.  Tears were streaming from her eyes,
tears of joy and relief as she too exploded in ecstasy.

"Are they all right?"  Their little world among the sand
dunes looked like a war zone littered with casualties.  Both
Darlene and Jennifer had passed out completely.  Jennifer was
lying face down with her torso on a blanket and her lower body in
the sand.  Morton laid next to her, panting like he had run a
marathon and died as he delivered a final message, a rubber
coated with sand still clinging to his withered cock.  Darlene
laid face up in the sand next to her husband who cradled her head
on his arm and gently caressed her naked boobs.

"They'll be all right," Wendy snickered.  "But I'm feeling kind
of left out."

"Don't look at me," Greg said, his eyes wide.  "I won't be able
to come again for a week."

"Me, neither," Mort gasped, not moving.

"How about a little lezzie action, Maria?" Wendy asked.

"No," she spat, unwilling to voluntarily engage in such activity.

"If you want something done right, I guess you have to do
it yourself," Wendy sighed, retrieving the dildo from the sand. 
But the batteries were weak and she couldn't get all the sand off
of it.

"Can I help?" Paul asked sheepishly.

"Put your pants back on and you can," she told him.  Once he
was properly attired, she instructed him in the proper way
to manually stimulate a woman to orgasm.  Then she put her
bottoms back on and stripped him, demonstrating her excellent
manual technique on his manhood.

"Thank you," he panted as she held his shriveling cock after
he hosed her naked breasts.

"Clean up your mess," she giggled, pulling his face down.

"Yuk," he said.

"You owe me," she told him.  "Get to work."

"We better get back," Dwayne told the group of recovering
sex fiends as they all slowly regained full consciousness.  "Our
kids are home alone."  They all said 'bye' as he helped his wife
to her feet and led her toward the sidewalks that would lead back
to the townhouse.  She didn't even realize that her breasts
were exposed.  Dwayne had to rearrange her top right after
sliding the control up half way, making his wife beg, "No.  Oh,
no, not more.  I can't, can't..."

"Walk," he ordered, moving her along as she occasionally had
to stop and twitch, embarrassed by her lack of control, praying
that no one would see that what she was wearing was something
other than a bikini bottom.  Dozens of cars passed by and they
heard a few more whistles and calls of, "Nice ass," as they made
their way back.

Dwayne sprayed off the excess sand in the outdoor shower in
the back and they snuck back into their bedroom, Dwayne nude
and Darlene just wearing 'it', the battery pack now hooked to
the waist strap, the C-cells' power completely depleted.  He led
her to their bed.  She was asleep the instant her head hit
the pillows.

-=*=-

The younger crowd had more energy, even if they
yawned occasionally.  Giggling and laughing, still nude, all six
ran into the ocean to wash off the accumulated sand and cum.

"Thanks, guys," Wendy told the men when she was
comfortably snuggled on a blanket with Paul.  "This is definitely
a memorable weekend."

"Thank _you_," they replied in a chorus.  "Memorable is an
understatement," Greg said from where he snuggled with Maria who
had put her bikini back on.

"I should probably feel ashamed," Jennifer said, sitting next
to Mort who tried to warm the young woman who was at least
six inches taller than his more or less average height of five
nine.  "But we, Maria, Wendy, and I, well, we came out here
looking for adventure and we had one.  We found an asshole who,
I hope, learned something."

"I'm really sorry," Paul apologized again.  "I.."

".. won't ever try to force a woman again," Maria finished for
him.  "But it's OK, Paul.  I'm OK.  You haven't scarred me
forever or created neros..  Ah, what the fuck.  Look, guys.  I've
done my own butt so I could probably have done what Jennifer did
but it wouldn't be right for me.  I hope I was OK."

"OK?" Paul almost shouted.  "You were fabulous."

She blushed with pleasure.  After six weeks of vigorous
exercise at the school, everyone else's breasts had
shrunk exceptKaitlyn's, and there were obvious reasons for that. 
But as her hips and her thighs tightened and slimmed, Maria's
breasts remained full and firm, looking even larger as the rest
of her body shrank.  Her chest was a source of both pride
and embarrassment, even as she accepted Paul's obvious
compliment.

"I am a little disappointed that I didn't get to eat any
pussy," Greg told the women.  "I.. Well, none of..  Geez, I might
as well admit it.  I'm a virgin."

"And you still are, technically," Wendy laughed.  "And I'm
afraid you won't get to go all the way with any of us, at least
not this weekend.  But, hey, where are you guys staying?"

"It's a ways.  We couldn't afford a motel near the beach."

"And I'm afraid it's just a double, two double beds," another
said apologetically.

"After what we've shared, I don't think I'll be embarrassed in
a room with you guys," Wendy snickered.  "Our place is kind
of crowded," she lied, not admitting that she had a private room
in the resort because she found she enjoyed group sex such as
they had just shared.

"I'm afraid I'm going to pass," Maria told them.  "I.."

"That's OK, Maria," Jennifer told the Latino girl.  "You'll
have some time to rest and a little privacy."

"Thanks, guys," she grinned back, feeling relieved but a
little bit disappointed.

"Well, I'll take on all three of you as long as you remember
the rules," Wendy told the guys.

"Not if I can help it," Jennifer snapped.  "You guys ready to
take us to your place?"

"Right after we drop Maria off," Paul told them, leading the
group out to his car, which could comfortably, hold only four
or five in a pinch.  Six was definitely a crowd.  At the
resort lodge, all six got out and five people tongue kissed Maria
good night and waited until she was inside before going to the
men's motel for the night.