Chapter 3
"Kev, why don't you take Maggie to the beach today," Tracy said. "I have to be away most of the day, and there is no sense in her just sitting around."
"No, Kevin, that's not necessary. I'm sure you don't want to be saddled with dragging auntie around all over the place."
"Saddled? You've got to be kidding. Anybody would be crazy not to take a foxy chick like you to the beach." He smiled at her, those fiery, blue eyes dancing.
"Thanks, Kevin. That's sweet of you, but I know you have other things to do with your time. I'm sure your girl friend would like to go to the beach. Wouldn't she?"
"She might, but she isn't here. She's in Santa Barbara. That's where she lives. She was just down for the day yesterday." He tugged at his right ear lobe.
"Go on, Maggie, it would do you a world of good. You need to get out in the fresh air. Live it up while you can, sweetheart."
"Well, if you're sure you don't mind, Kevin."
"Mind, hell, I think it's a great idea. Maybe you can meet some of my friends, even."
"Okay."
Tracy and John really didn't live far from the beach, and within a few minutes Maggie and John were barreling along the highway beside the blue Pacific. White-crested waves rolled in along the shore and flattened out into wide fans of spray and foam with a muffled clap as they crashed on the sandy shore.
The Corvette hummed along the asphalt and the radio blared the vibrating sounds of acid rock.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked after they had driven some miles along the highway, still following the gentle curve of the ocean's shore.
"A special beach. Private." He winked at her and punched the button on the AM/FM for a new station.
In a few minutes he pulled up and turned sharply into an almost hidden driveway that fell away into a small parking lot. Kevin squealed into a parking place and turned off the engine.
"Here we are," he said, giving her a wink.
"Hi, Kev," said a monster of a man who seemed to be a guard of some kind at a gate. He let them through and they started down a narrow set of steps cut into the face of a steep bluff that led down to the sand.
"Careful," he said. "If you just watch where you put your feet, everything is easy. It looks worse than it really is."
"It does look a little scary," she confessed and gladly took the hand he held back to her.
At the foot of the stairs they went through a narrow tunnel carved through the rock that opened onto a wide expanse of beach. The shore curved in a horseshoe, the two ends of which ended in rocky bluffs that stretched out into the water. It was a private beach, she decided, just about as private as it could be.
It was at that instant that Maggie Cartwright discovered that none of the people on the beach were clothed. They reclined or stood, ran or sat, all completely naked.
A short rush of breath sucked into her lungs, and she clutched Kevin's hand. She looked at him questioningly.
"Is this a . . . " "Yeah, a nude beach. Neat, huh. My favorite place."
She stumbled wide-eyed through the sand. There really weren't that many around, but they were all nude. Two couples played volley ball, tits flopping, cocks flapping, and everyone having a great time. Maggie could feel herself changing shades of red.
"You Okay?" he asked. She had slowed down so that he was tugging at her hand.
"Oh, yeah, I just . . . well, I've never been . . . you know."
"Hey, that's okay. You don't have to strip. No big thing. You want to, fine. You don't want to, no skin off anybody's nose-or ass, as the case may be." He smiled and winked at her again.
"You sure?"
"Trust me."
She shrugged and let him lead her to a secluded spot near an outcropping of rock. "This okay?"
"Fine," she said. It was a little more private, and perhaps from there fewer people would see her sitting in her bathing suit while they frolicked nude along the shore.
Kevin spread out the blanket and set the picnic basket on one corner. It was a large blanket and there was lots of room for them both. Kevin pulled off his shirt and displayed his lean, muscular chest and shoulders. He had what Maggie called a swimmer's build, and it made her feel warm to be with him, even if they were surrounded by naked people.
She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off to reveal her own large, firm tits. Her bikini displayed them to full advantage, and she could see Kevin looking down at them. The thin, stretch fabric of her top hid little, and the rock-hard nipples showed clearly beneath the pink material.
She wasn't prepared as Kevin unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, though. He wore nothing underneath, and as he pulled them off, his long cock came into view.
Maggie stared, mouth open, eyes wide, as the full length of the limp cock relaxed before her. It moved as though it possessed a tiny life of its own, contracting a little, then stretching out even farther than it had before. She couldn't take her eyes off it.
"You mean you-" She looked up at him, panic creeping into her dark eyes.
"Sure, I always do. Hey, I said it before, you want to you do, you don't you don't. Doesn't matter either way. Nobody thinks anything of it, Maggie. You do what's comfortable for you."
Maggie sat there, heart skipping beat after beat, her stomach a cage full of butterflies. She fumbled at the top button on her Levi's, but she couldn't seem to get it undone. She tried not to look at Kevin's cock, but her eyes kept straying up, eying the full length, up and down, mushroom shaped knob to root, a root nesting in soft, curling brown hair.
She finally freed the button and undid the others. She tugged at her pants, not wanting to get, up and draw attention to herself. She worked her Levi's down and under her ass and tugged them off her legs.
Kevin was busy oiling himself with lotion, all over, arms and legs, cock and ass. She didn't know how she would get through the day.
"You burn?" she said.
"No, not really, I just want a good tan. This stuff helps. Want some?" He held the tube out to her.
"Maybe later," she said. Her pink bikini bottoms contrasted with her naturally dark skin, and her flat stomach and pussy mound were clearer than she would have liked for them to be-but a lot less visible than seemed to be the fashion.
She lay down and put her hand over her eyes. The sun was bright, and she had an excuse to cover her eyes and block what she didn't want to see. She was able, however, to look out of the corner of her eye and beneath her forearm at the luscious length of Kevin's cock as it curled in his lap.
"Sure I can't rub some of this on you?" he asked.
"Not now, thank you." She didn't think she could stand his hands on her body. She seemed to tingle with an electric current.
"Because you have naturally dark skin doesn't mean you can't burn, you know. You have fantastic skin. I'd hate to see it peel." He was up on one elbow looking down at her, his cock still curled in his lap.
"Later, okay, Kevin."
"Whatever."
The volley ball match had been getting louder and louder. The friendly game having turned into a match of wills.
The two girls shouted at one another. The men did the same. Kevin sat up and watched.
"That was outside if I ever saw outside," said the big redhead, hands on hips, tits heaving up and down.
"Bullshit," said the blonde, sneering at the redhead.
"Yeah, you got bullshit up your cunt, skunk!"
With a flurry of sand the redhead shot under the net and tackled the blonde sending her tumbling headlong into the sand.
"Motherfucker," she cried as they rolled together.
Maggie sat up to see what the commotion was.
The two girls wrestled in the sand, swearing and tearing at one another's hair.
"Come on," said Kevin, "let's catch the action." He got up and reached out for her hand.
A small circle had formed around the two girls and people cheered on first one and then the other. Even though she was the smaller, the blonde seemed to be more than holding her own.
"Cunt," she yelled into the other girl's face.~ "Fuck face!"
The redhead reached a hand up and grabbed a nipple and began to twist.
"Iiiiiii," screamed the blonde, and smacked her fist into the redhead's face, a gush of blood shooting out almost immediately. She slapped her face back and forth, until the redhead's eyes rolled.
"You want to play with my tits, you got to ask nice," she said. "Now, I think I'll play with your pussy."
"Yeeeeaaaah!" went up a cheer from the people gathered around. Maggie looked at Kevin, and he just shrugged his shoulders.
The blonde sat down on the redhead's belly and spread the girl's legs. She quickly shot a hand down and forced her fingers between the girl's pussy lips.
"No, oh, no, please, don't," the girl pleaded.
"Shut the fuck up," said the blonde. She began forcing her fingers deeper and deeper into the redhead's pussy, her fingers disappointing into the bright, red bush.
Someone jostled Maggie and she brushed up against Kevin's cock. He looked at her, but didn't move. It had began to swell, she could feel, as it moved against her leg and hip.
"No, no, no, no, ooooooh, please, no." The redhead pounded harmlessly at the girl's back. "Please, aaaaah, please, stop." She twisted her head back and forth, her head digging a fan-like trough in the sand.
"Now, your gonna feel some real pussy play, honey," said the blonde. "No messin' around, cunt. This is for real. You're gonna beg for more before I'm done."
"Ah, shit, don't do this, please, let me up."
The blonde's whole hand seemed to be plunging into the other's cunt, hand formed into a cone, disappearing up to the knuckles.
"Oh, you're hurting me . . . stop . . . oh, please."
Maggie felt Kevin's cock creep up her hip as it swelled to erection. Apparently his wasn't the only cock to react to the action in the sand.
"Oooooooh, god, be careful, don't get sand in my cunt, be careful." And as she said it, a different tone seemed to creep into her pleading.
Maggie was aware of it as she was aware that other cocks grew as did Kevin's. The men seemed to be turned on by the scene before them. And the more she watched, the more she too was excited, half frightened, half turned on.
"Careful," the girl pleaded, no longer begging her to stop, only to be careful.
"Sure, and you'll love it, cocksucker. I'm gonna fuck your cunt with my hole fist." And that was exactly what she seemed to be doing.
Maggie couldn't believe her eyes, for the body beneath the blonde began to respond, began to fuck up to meet the thrusts as the hand plowed into its cunt.
"Now you're getting it," said the blonde, now plunging her whole fist into the widespread pussy. "I got my whole hand up your cunt, fuck face. Do you like it?" She pumped harder down into the frothing pussy.
"Please, oh, please, be careful." The redhead's voice was almost cooing.
"Do you like it, fuck face?" She pounded into the sucking pussy, the slush and slurp of its wetness clear for all to hear. "I ask if you liked it, cum mouth!"
"Ooooooh, oooooh, y . . . ye . . . yes, oh, yes, yes, yes. God, yes, I like it. Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop." She arched her back, the blonde riding her waist like a bronc rider, and received her fucking fist gleefully. "Aaaaaaaaah," she sighed, and the others cheered as the blonde fucked furiously into the streaming pussy.
Maggie could feel Kevin's rock-hard cock pounding and pulsing against her hip. She didn't move, in fact, moved in to the hard cock pulsating against her flesh.
The blonde stopped her fucking motion and lodged her fist right in the mouth of the other girl's cunt. She began to twist her fist back and forth.
"Aaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah," cried the redhead, throwing her head from side to side.
The blonde twisted her fist harder, faster, and the redhead screamed out her pleasure. "Oooooooh, fuck me, oooooooh, fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me." She couldn't get enough of the fist that whipped her cunt to a froth of intensity.
"I . . . oh, I . . . " and then the redhead bucked so hard that she almost threw the other girl, bucked again, bucked once more, poised in an extreme arch, and her whole body shook as her climax ripped through her.
"Eeiioo," she screamed, her body quivering as though she had touched a live wire and current gripped her body relentlessly.
The blonde jumped up and held up her fist in triumph, a fist that glistened with the thick accumulation of the girl's juices. The redhead still writhed in the sand as her orgasm slowly ebbed.