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Six On The Beach

We started out a bunch of people who worked in the same office. We nodded at each other, chatted idly over coffee about last night's TV movie, the weather, and did anyone really think that blonde in accounting was a former porno star? (She wasn't, but hot damn, she could have been. I'd have popped for a copy of the flick in a heartbeat.) We sent each other funny birthday cards signed by everybody, forgave each other for dumb drunken jokes at the annual Christmas party. Then the bastards up above started downsizing the company, and used an ax to do it. We seemed to morph into a band of guerrilla fighters, a tightly knit group willing to go down together, fighting to the death with honor rather than let "The Man" rape our tiny nation. (Uh...we started drinking a little too much, too.)

There were six of us. There used to be eight, but one got a pink slip one day, went into shock, and ended up back working for his father in some shit small town. Another was sexually harassed by her boss, and got a lawyer and a better job rapidly. So the six of us clung together waiting for the ax to fall, and making a lot of noise about what we'd do if it did. Curl up and die was the general consensus.

I think it was Twig who got the idea for renting the beach house. She's got maybe 50 more IQ points than she has pounds on her skinny little body. She's into alternative everything, vegetarianism, and is really very stable for a flake. She thought we should all take a vacation and "find our centers." My name is Jack, and the last time I felt like my life had a center was when my dad and I built racecars in the garage. Adulthood sucks. Carney was getting over a bad relationship. Nick was getting over a cracked rib he got when he suggested Carney's asshole boyfriend take a hike WITHOUT her stereo. "Little Stacy," never just "Stacy," was a tiny, fragile looking woman who never said much, but once kicked the living shit out of a drunk in a bar once that touched Twig's breast and scared her. Still waters run dangerous. Cleve was our "token everything" as he put it. Son of a Jewish mother, a black and Hispanic father, and gay. (We all spend December at his parents' house. Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza. Wow. The food....)

We honestly didn't plan on having anything happen on the beach. (We keep saying that to ourselves, and wondering if we sounded convincing.) We spent the day drinking sangria and talking, and when it was night, we all went down to the beach to...look at the waves and stars, I guess. We spread out a bunch of blankets into one big soft spot, sat down and were quiet for a while. Somebody had some music. And "Little Stacy" stood up and took off all of her clothes.

We stared at her in collective silence for a few minutes as she swayed to the music, eyes closed, hands gliding over her body. "Uh," Nick said, then looked down at the bulge in his shorts. "Uh," I repeated. I also looked down at my own bulge. Cleve looked into Nick's lap, then into mine, then into his own. "Contagious," he said mildly. So was the urge to be naked. Twig and Carney went to their feet tossing clothes off, and soon were naked and dancing. Nick stood up painfully, and began to take off his clothes. Cleve and I looked at each other, shrugged...and stripped. All six of us were naked, moving to the music and openly ogling each other.

I don't think even then we had any other intentions than blatant exhibitionism. That situation lasted for...oh, I 'd say maybe another two minutes. Then "Little Stacy" went to her little knees and put her little mouth around the end of Nick's big cock and sucked lustily. Nick stared down in disbelief, then turned around and stared at his ass...and Cleve's tongue, which was penetrating it. He looked at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but I never got the chance. I went over backwards suddenly. Carney and Twig lowered me to the blanket gently, then mounted me. Carney ground her tight snatch down on my hardon, and Twig lowered her hot, wet cunt to my mouth. I forgot about Nick for a while as I sucked and fucked hungry pussy.

Carney and Twig leaned forward over me and sucked each other's tongues. I couldn't see, but I knew, and it turned me on more than anything in my life. I was being ridden by two ladies who were also hot for each other. I had to tighten my ass and make fists to keep from shooting Carney full of cum too soon. Twig's clit was so big and hard it was like sucking a tiny cock. She poured her juices into my mouth when she started to cum. I sucked her as hard as I could, and she howled and thrashed on my face, rubbing her creamy cunt all over me. She finally fell over sideways, and Carney leaped forward to lick my mouth and face, making small delighted noises. I wrapped an arm around her waist, and lurched up and over, putting her on her back. I held her wrists down and gave her one extended, solid fuck. She wrapped her legs around me and humped up to meet me like some kind of wild animal. She shoved her hips up hard and went rigid suddenly, her mouth open in a silent howl, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head. Her cunt clamped down on my cock like a vise as she came. I went nuts, fucking her with savagely hard strokes until lights went off behind my eyes. It felt like my balls had imploded and all my internal organs shot out my cock. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, and for a few seconds I thought I was going to black out. I heard the roar of the ocean from outside and inside my head...and a while later I was on my back staring up at the stars. I looked left and saw Twig and Carney holding each other and kissing gently. I looked right and my eyes got big.

Nick and Little Stacy were doing a fast and furious 69. She was taking his cock deep in her throat, and he had his face buried in her pussy. It took me a second to realize that Cleve was fucking the hell out of Nick's ass as he knelt behind them. Wow, I thought. I had the perfect angle to see. Cleve had a long, thick cock and huge balls. He was pulling it all the way out to its swollen head before slamming it home again. Nick raised his head and licked Little Stacy's cum from his lips. "Always wondered how a cock up the ass felt," he said. "Cleve was nice enough to help me find out." I nodded thoughtfully. "Cleve's always been nice about things like that," I said. Cleve managed to grin, then got lost again in the sensations of deflowering Nick's ass.

The small and delicate Stacy came like a dozen sailors on shore leave. She slid Nick's cock out of her mouth, turned her head and let loose a string of rather colorful obscenities. "Mother-fuckin' son-of-a-BITCH!!" she screamed. "Do me, do me, do me!! Suck my snatch!!" Nice was so stunned he shot his wad all over her face. Some buried part of his brain realized he was spurting cum over that pretty little face, and he soared up to an intensity that nearly shattered him. Cleve felt that huge cum through Nick's ass and came himself. He slammed his cock home, and held it, pumping out about a quart of cum, it seemed, a lot of which overflowed onto Stacy's face. Both men just went over sideways and laid still. Carney and Twig leaped as one to lick Stacy's face clean of all that cum. I raised my head a little to watch. Damn, I loved to see women doing women.

"You do?" Twig said with a wicked grin. I blinked. "Did I say that out loud?" She grinned and nodded, then went mouth first into Stacy's quivering cunt. Carney went mouth first into Twig's hot snatch, then Stacy completed the triangle by gobbling hungrily at Carney. Cleve managed to get to his feet on the third try, scooped up a bottle of wine and admired the sucking triangle of ladies. "And me without a camera," he said. He dropped down next to me, took a long swallow from the bottle and passed it to me. I also took a long drink, then gestured at the ladies with the bottle. "Does that turn you on?" I asked, genuinely curious. Cleve smiled. "I appreciate the beauty of it. And watching genuine, wanton lust is arousing. It doesn't effect me the way it does you. I've never had sex with a woman." Three diabolical female faces suddenly snapped towards Cleve. Oh, shit, I thought and rolled out of the way just in time.

The ladies just TOOK him. Carney and Stacy put their mouths on his cock and began to lick, suck and nibble him together. I got a brief look at the wide-eyed open-mouthed expression on his face before Twig lowered her cunt to his mouth. Cleve's tongue slid out for a tentative lick, then another...then another. Then it was Twig's turn to be wide-eyed and open-mouthed as Cleve sucked the hell out of the first clit ever to be in his mouth. She grunted, and ground her snatch down on his mouth, riding his face hard. He slide a hand up her leg, got his index finger all slippery with her juice...and penetrated her asshole as he sucked her. The combination of a finger-fucked asshole and a sucked clit took Twig to places undiscovered. She either had multiple orgasms, or a cum that should have been in a book of records somewhere. It just kept on...cumming. Carney and Stacy decided to do it all to Cleve as he sucked Twig to the edge of insanity. Sucking, fucking, eating his ass, licking his balls, everything over and over, by one of them, then both of them, then the other. Carney was riding his cock, grinding her cunt down hard when he finally let go and pumped cum. She came with him, her movements making the most incredible squishing sound as he unloaded another quart of his jism. They made a pile of semi-conscious humans after that, and I swear at least two of them were snoring.

Nick managed to crawl over next to me and make whimpering noises that I took to mean "wine...now...please." I held the bottle to his mouth and he sucked. My engorged cock twitched as I watched his mouth work on the bottle. He licked his lips, smiled, then looked at my cock. "Hey," he said. "Want an amateur blowjob?" I should have just said a simple "yes," because I never got the longer response out. His mouth came down on my cock, and it was incredible. I pulled at his hips until he mounted my face and fed me his cock. 69...with another guy. Oh. My. Goodness. I sucked him like crazy, getting more and more out-of-control with the wicked pleasure I felt. His mouth and hands worked my cock and balls, I did the same to him...and we came together, driving our cockheads deep into each other and shooting cum. We swallowed. We passed out.

<Thankfully, we woke up the next morning before the sun and the opportunity to be arrested appeared. Clinging to each other, we managed to get back into the cottage. After more sleep, a good breakfast and some idle conversation...we fucked like monkeys. I'd say we found our centers. It was a long time before work managed to get our attention again.

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