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Chapter 8
A Day at the Beach
By Xspy4u
The following is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences.
Rebecca’s skin still glistened with water droplets left over from her morning shower. Her Aunt Nora allowed her only a small white towel for bathing. It served to dry her, but was not big enough to provide even a small measure of cover. She could cover her ass, or she could cover her breasts or she could cover her pussy, but not all three at once.
Standing in the hall outside her locked bedroom door, Rebecca held the towel to her breasts, subconsciously telegraphing that they were her most sensitive feature, both physically and mentally. The naïve blond goddess absently shook her wet hair away from her face and contemplated the locked door. Surprised that it was locked, unaware until that moment that it could be locked, her blue eyes blind to the note pinned to the door. She tried the knob a second time, hopeful that it was just sticky, but still it held firm.
Her life with Aunt Nora and the cousins had been a series of humiliating events. Their recent decision, or more so, determination to “help” her cure her overactive sexuality had only served to increase both the frequency and intensity of those events. The locked bedroom door seemed to signal the beginning of another and Rebecca sighed in resignation. Once she grasped the intent of the “mysterious locked door,” clarity of mind allowed her to notice the note. It was from her Aunt and read:
R-
Ms. Jones will pick you up a 10 am- do not keep her waiting. She has been kind enough to drop off a new swimsuit since you ruined the last one. Please put it and the cover up on, and nothing else. Remember to make a good impression and do what you are told. – Aunt Nora.
At the foot of the door were the items mentioned in the note. The bathing suit looked like little more than a pink string. Rebecca bent over, conscious of how exposed she was standing naked in the hallway. The realization, although frightening, elicited a warm response between her legs and Rebecca felt her nipples harden. In her mind, she imagined Ms. Jones coming up the stairs and finding her in this state of undress. Rebecca pushed the thought away and focused on the bathing suit.
Her first impression had been a “string” and holding it in front of her that impression turned out to be more true than false. She had no idea how it worked. It was a series of strings and no part looked larger than another did, so she could not decide which the top was and which the bottom was. The cover up offered no clues. It was a sheer white material, see through, and soft like silk. She was certain it would fit, but it was like a small coat with no buttons. The length of it would only reach her waist.
Turning the bathing suit around in an attempt to discover literally, which end was up, the blast of a car’s horn startled Rebecca. Certain it was Ms. Jones, Rebecca remembered her Aunt’s warning, “Do not keep her waiting.” Uncertain, but determined to not disappoint, or be caught naked in the hallway, Rebecca dropped her towel and took a guess at the suit designer’s intention. Her first attempt was wrong, but it gave her a clear understanding of how to wear the bathing suit. She reversed the material and stepped in to the small web of hot pink strings. The bottom consisted of a small V that ran between her butt cheeks, where it became slightly wider, about a quarter of an inch, as it covers her nether lips. At her pubic bone, the string divided into two strings and each veered off towards a breast as it crossed her belly. For the first time Rebecca was grateful for her small areoles as the material barely covered her nipples. The strings came together as one behind her neck and continued down to her ass once more.
The suit fit snuggly, but the string rubbed against her ass and pussy and the warm feeling returned. The horn blasted again. Rebecca retrieved the sheer cover up and slid into the silky material. She looked down at herself and blushed. How could she go out in public in such a thing? She was practically nude. A third blast of the horn left her no time to consider her options. She moved quickly to the stairs and jogged down them as fast as the suit would allow. Her breast, firm, but unrestrained bounced freely and she had to hold the suit in place over her nipples. When she reached the front door, she got a look at herself in the big mirror in the hallway. From the side her lower half looked naked. She turned and observed how her breasts showed on either side of the thin material. Her pussy lips, were clearly outlined by the tight material and the cover up did more to accent her curves than conceal them. Taking a deep breath, she opened the front door and stepped outside.
Parked in the driveway was a silver Lincoln Towncar. The hot asphalt reminded her that she had forgotten her shoes. Rebecca looked back at the house and contemplated returning for her sandals, but then the sound of Ms. Jones’s voice ended that option.
“Come on slow poke, we don’t want to be here all day.”
As Rebecca approached the big car, she saw an older woman starring at her from the passenger seat. The woman had a dark chubby face and a big flat nose with thick short black hair. Beyond this smiling stranger, Rebecca saw Ms. Jones in the driver’s seat. She too was smiling but she looked flustered, her brown luxurious hair slightly askew.
The back door of the Lincoln swung open and a striking woman in her mid thirties stepped out. Her hair, cropped short, was thicker than it was long. The blond highlights tangled with the dark roots and made Rebecca think of a calico cat. The effect went well with her dark oval eyes, lithe body, and long thin legs. The woman wore deep red lipstick and her thin smile looked cruel. If she was a cat, Rebecca thought, she would be the kind that would scratch you for no apparent reason. Rebecca’s eyes were drawn to the woman’s nipples. Under a slick, black one-piece suit Rebecca could see the large nipples that topped otherwise small breast.
The woman stepped aside and allowed Rebecca to slide across the leather seat before she got in and closed the door. Next to Rebecca was another woman; Younger than the other two, and seemingly less frightening. The woman looked no more than twenty-five. She had a pretty, open face and warm green eyes. Her olive toned face surrounded by a forest of long, dark curls. She wore a white bikini top over her medium sized breasts and a short white skirt like a tennis player. Her legs and hips were thick, but shapely although Rebecca imagined that when standing, the girl would appear a bit bottom heavy.
Rebecca was uncomfortably aware that the three women were openly evaluating her own body. They smiled, but their attention was focused on her near nude form. The younger woman stroked her hair, while the one on her right absently toyed with the sheer cover up, pulling it aside to have a better look. The older woman in the front just smiled and nodded her head, all the while speaking in a foreign tongue Rebecca assumed was Spanish.
Hi Rebecca,” Ms Jones said from the front seat. She turned to look at Rebecca and her eyes immediately fell to Rebecca’s breast.
“Hi Ms. Jones, thank you for inviting me,” Rebecca said shyly. The rate at which the women were chattering, Rebecca was not sure if Ms. Jones could hear her.
“Oh think nothing of it. I am glad to have you along. Let’s start with introductions, although I’ll warn you Rebecca that our friends here don’t seem to understand much English.” The women continued their conversation in Spanish, all the while stroking Rebecca’s blond hair and running their hands across the silky material of her cover up.
“This is Juanita,” Ms. Jones said indicating the woman in the front seat.
“Sitting on your right is Lourdes and on your left is Marguerite.” Rebecca nodded to each woman who nodded eagerly in return, smiling as if very pleased to meet Rebecca.
“So do you like the suit I brought you?” Ms. Jones asked.
“Yes Ms. Jones.”
“Oh please Rebecca, call me Monica, I’m not Ms. Pendleton’s age.”
“Okay Ms – um, Monica.”
“So shall we embark on our beach trip ladies?” Monica called out as she fixed her hair in the rear view mirror. The women just looked at her and she sighed and pulled down the driveway.
Rebecca had no idea where the beach was located, but it seemed they turned from one remote country road to the next. During the drive, Juanita had turned sideways in her seat and intently focused on Monica. Rebecca could not see what was going on because the seat back blocked her view, but whatever it was, it appeared that Monica was gently pushing Juanita’s hands away from her. Juanita just giggled as she slid closer. Monica finally gave up and just sat driving while Juanita did something to the white shirt Monica was wearing. A few moments later Juanita pulled the blouse first off one of Monica’s shoulders and then the other. Monica had to switch hands on the wheel as the older woman insistently removed the shirt. Juanita looked back at Rebecca and laughed in a deep smoky sound. Marguerite and Lourdes said something to each other in Spanish and then laughed themselves. Lourdes spoke again, this time to Juanita. The older woman nodded and then adjusted the car’s rearview mirror. On instructions from Lourdes, she tilted the mirror until from the back seat; Monica’s breasts and crotch were in view.
Rebecca was surprised to see that Monica was wearing the same bathing suit as she. Monica’s suit was black instead of pink. Rebecca admired Ms. Jones full breasts, which unlike hers, had large pink areoles that were exposed on each side of the thin material. Below her breasts was a flat, tan stomach. The only hints to her age were the curve of her smooth, bare hips.
In the mirror, Rebecca watched in awe as Juanita’s chubby hand boldly cupped Monica’s breasts. The older woman gently lifted and squeezed the soft flesh and Monica softly gasped. Juanita slipped one side of the suit off Monica’s breast, exposing an erect nipple as thick as a pencil’s eraser. The old woman’s fingers gently flicked it before taking and pulling on it. A soft moan escaped Monica and her head tilted back slightly. Juanita pulled and twisted the nipple as she intently watched Monica’s face. Satisfied with the effect she slid her hand down Monica’s flat belly until it arrived at the crotch. Monica squeezed her legs together, but Juanita pinched her inner thigh hard enough to make her sharply draw in her breath. Monica relented and relaxed her thighs, but that was not enough for Juanita. She pushed the thigh to the side until Monica’s legs were spread as wide as the small space would allow. The resistance must have annoyed the Mexican woman, because she roughly and unceremoniously yanked aside the material covering Monica’s pussy. Lourdes whispered something to Marguerite and then they both giggled quietly.
The scene in the mirror mesmerized Rebecca. The hand disappeared for a moment as Juanita brought her fingers to Monica’s mouth. Without hesitation, Monica licked three of the woman’s fingers, applying a layer of saliva. Juanita, satisfied, returned her hand to Monica’s pussy. She slid her fingers across the exposed lips and then roughly dug her way in between. Monica shudddered as the woman pushed all three fingers into her pussy. The chubby Mexican woman spoke softly to her as her fingers thrust in and out of Monica’s dripping pussy. The car slowed as Monica’s foot slipped off the gas pedal.
“Keep pressing,” Juanita said harshly in broken English.
Monica found the pedal and accelerated. The old woman used her free hand to hold the steering wheel, but never stopped her relentless fingering.
Marguerite said something excitedly in Spanish and Lourdes nodded her approval. Sliding forward, Marguerite reached over the front seat with both hands. In the mirror, Rebecca could see that the young woman had pulled aside the remaining top of Monica’s suit. Her young, tan hands squeezed the woman’s breast and then she found the erect nipples, pulled, and twisted them. Sweat glistened on Monica’s beautiful soft skin.
Marguerite turned and looked at Rebecca and said, “I like to make her cum.”
As if on cue, Monica bucked in her seat, gasping as her orgasm approached. Juanita thrust even faster, while Marguerite pulled so hard on Monica’s nipples that she lifted the breasts.
“Oooooh, aaaah, aaaaah, aaaaah,” Monica cried out as a powerful orgasm washed through her body. Rebecca was flushed from watching the beautiful, middle-aged woman cum. She was completely engrossed in the scene until she felt a hand on her own crotch.
“You like,” Lourdes said softly in her ear.
“I, umm, I…” Rebecca did not know what to say.
“You like, yes, you all wet,” Lourdes whispered as she slid a finger under the thin material and across Rebecca’s swollen and moist lips. Rebecca jerked from the electric spark and Lourdes laughed as she removed her finger.
“Little blanco, slut.”
In the front seat, Monica had recovered and the Mexican women resumed their seats. She fixed her hair and returned the mirror to the correct position, but she did not make eye contact with Rebecca.
“Almost here,” Monica called out, but her voice sounded groggy. She turned the big Lincoln onto another dirt road and drove down the wooded lane. A few hundred yards later and the woods gave way to sandy secluded beach. A blue lake surrounded by trees sparkled in the sun.
Ms. Jones stopped the car “Okay everyone out,” she said cheerfully. She turned and looked at Rebecca. “Ready for a little fun and sun?” she did not wait for an answer as she exited the car.
After they had laid out a big blanket and arranged all of their things the four women sat in a circle on the blanket. Rebecca thought it was odd, as most people would have sat side by side. Instead, Juanita motioned for Rebecca to sit in the middle.
“Come, Rebecca, sit down,” Ms. Jones said. “You seem to have lost some of your tan and the women want to be sure you don’t get a sun burn.”
“Oh that’s okay,” Rebecca, said nervously, “I don’t burn.”
Lourdes said something angrily in Spanish to Monica.
“Yes, yes, she will sit don’t worry.” To Rebecca she said, “Rebecca, these women know a lot about sun damage, now don’t upset them. Please sit down.”
Reluctantly Rebecca took a seat in the middle of the circle. She put her back to Lourdes because the woman scared her and she did not want to have to face her directly. Juanita removed two terra-cota jars from a bag and handed one to Lourdes.
“For the sun,” Juanita said. Rebecca, not understanding looked at Monica for clarification.
“It’s a special suntan lotion from Mexico,” Monica said. “It does wonders for the skin, trust me.”
Behind her, Rebecca suddenly felt Lourdes’ strong hands massage the oil into her back. The lotion felt thick and oily and smelled like tropical fruit.
“The suit,” Juanita said looking at Monica, “be ruined, yes.”
“Oh dear, that’s right, it will.” Turning to Rebecca she said, “The lotion is great, but whatever is in it will permanently stain my new bathing suit.”
“That’s okay, Ms. Jones, like I said, I don’t burn.” Rebecca was secretly relieved not to have these strangers rubbing her body.
“Nonsense, we can’t insult these nice ladies wonderful gesture and the sharing of their culture. Take it off.”
“Oh, Ms. Jones, no, I can’t do that.”
“Now Rebecca, don’t be obtuse. There is nothing to be ashamed of, you have a great body, and there is no one around for miles.”
“Please, I really don’t want to,” Rebecca pleaded. Suddenly her head was yanked back as Lourdes pulled sharply on her long blond hair. The Mexican woman looked down at her and said, “Off! Ahora!”
Rebecca was so stunned by the angry outburst she did not know what to do. Juanita yelled at Lourdes and the girl released Rebecca’s hair. Juanita crawled over to the shocked blond and gently rubbed her arm while she softly spoke encouraging words in her native tongue. She then gently took Rebecca’s hand and standing helped the blond to her feet.
“Now, off,” the woman, said pointing to Rebecca’s suit.
Rebecca slowly slid the suit off her body as the four women leered at her. As scared and humiliated as she was, another part of her was secretly excited. She knew it was wrong, but her body was already heating up in anticipation of being touched by these strangers. When the suit was halfway off, Juanita grew impatient and pulled it the rest of the way down her body. Rebecca stepped out of it, but was too busy keeping her balance to notice Lourdes stuff the suit into her bag.
“Now sit,” Juanita instructed.
Rebecca did as she was told.
The women all scooped lotion into their hands and began applying it to Rebecca’s naked body. The hands massaged the thick oil into her skin. Lourdes and Marguerite concentrated on her back, while Juanita and Monica worked it into her legs and arms. The women were experts at the slow, soft massage and there seemed a silent agreement not to progress too quickly.
Rebecca relaxed as the fear of sexual manipulation was replaced with a warm, sleepy sensation. Her skin and muscles warmed under the expert touch and she felt herself drifting towards a soft slumber. Lourdes and Marguerite gently laid her down on the blanket. Now all four women began to work the front of Rebecca’s body. They took special care to stay away from her breasts and pussy. Each came close to these sensitive areas. Monica spread lotion on Rebecca’s inner thighs, her hands coming close but not quite touching the swollen lips. Juanita worked the sticky substance into her belly, spreading it up towards Rebecca’s breasts and as low as her pubic bone. The two younger women worked the oil around her breasts and ribs but never made contact with Rebecca’s stiffening nipples. The manipulations began to charge Rebecca. The warm, sleepy sensation became electric and she felt a need building within her.
Rebecca knew that the women were doing nothing sexual to her. Still her body reacted and then yearned for more. Her body twitched at each touch and involuntarily moved towards the soft hands. The women would not relent, but would not satisfy either. Rebecca should have been happy to avoid the embarrassment of open molestation, and yet a part of her desired it.
Monica felt sorry for the young girl. She knew that the massage was driving the beauty crazy. She could see the muscle become tense, the physical yearning for release. Lourdes and Juanita wore evil smirks as they too saw the effect on the young blond. Their expertise at this game was all too familiar to Monica, as she had experienced it herself a few weeks ago. They would drive Rebecca to the edge over and over until the poor girl literally begged for them to fuck her. Moreover, once she did, they owned her, much as they now owned Monica. It would be permission to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. What they wanted was more than most women could take. Still she too was enjoying the teasing and she was happy not to be the target of these three insatiable vixens.
Juanita motioned her to switch places, a cue that the real torture was about to begin. Monica did so without hesitation. Juanita, now between Rebecca’s spread legs, resumed the thigh massage. She nodded to the three women and then gently passed a finger across Rebecca’s anus. The spread eagle girl jumped at the touch, her eyes closed tight, unaware of the four women smiling at her response. Juanita returned to the inner thighs allowing the sensation to build in the beautiful blond.
Lourdes and Marguerite spread the oil across Rebecca’s firm breast, but they avoided contact with the erect nipples. Softly they kneaded the flesh, milking them from base to tip, but always stopping short of the nipples. Monica followed suit as she worked the oil into the girl’s skin, she slid her had gently across Rebecca’s pubic mound and allowed one finger to gently trace the moist lips. Rebecca’s hips thrust slightly upward, but Monica broke off contact.
Juanita continued her occasional assault on the girls pink anus; At times barely making contact. Rebecca’s body glistened from the oil and the sweat of her growing need. She softly moaned at the touches. Her desire and frustration building in a way she had not experienced since her adolescence.
Again, Juanita made eye contact with the women. She nodded again and Lourdes and Marguerite gently outlined Rebecca’s stiff nipples. They each took a nipple between their fingers and gently stroked them. The sensation was maddening and Rebecca yearned for them to squeeze and pull, but they did not. Monica teased her lips, softly outlining them but leaving the growing clit alone. Juanita saw the girl’s love button sticking out. She leaned forward and gently blew on it. A shudder ran through Rebecca’s body and again her hips thrust slightly upward. Rebecca, ashamed at her intense need, nonetheless waited for release.
“Okay, all done, finito” said Juanita
The women stopped their massage and sat up. They resumed their positions on the blanket and began to talk to each other. Rebecca was stunned. She could not believe that they were going to leave her so excited. Her life had become such a series of orgasms she had come to expect them. Sitting up, dazed she looked around realizing that the women were not even paying attention to her. Lourdes had repositioned herself behind Monica and was applying lotion to the woman’s back. Juanita and Marguerite chatted happily and pointed at the lake. Rebecca felt disappointed, almost cheated by this turn of events.
Juanita turned to her and smiled. “Let go swim, yes?” she asked.
Before she could answer, Marguerite grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up.
“Yes, yes, you like swim, be fun.”
Rebecca let the girl drag her along to the edge of the lake. The water was a little cold so she hesitated. Lourdes had come up behind her and roughly pushed her deeper into the water. Before long, Lourdes and Marguerite had pulled her out to neck deep, each holding onto one of her arms.
Rebecca turned her head back towards the beach to see if Monica and Juanita were joining them. On the blanket, Monica was now naked and Juanita was working suntan lotion into the woman’s soft breasts.
A hand suddenly slid between her legs. Rebecca turned her attention back to her two swim partners.
“You horny,” Lourdes said with a sinister smile
“No-o” said Rebecca.
Marguerite cupped one of her breasts and gently squeezed, while Lourdes slowly stroked her exposed clit.
“You want us to make you cum?” Marguerite asked.
“No, don’t, please.”
“Okay.” Both girls returned their hands to less sensitive areas. Rebecca again was alarmed by her disappointment. The women continued to stroke her body under the water, but they did not touch her nipples or pussy. The talked constantly, but never let Rebecca go. At one point, Lourdes reached Rebecca’s ass and quickly drove her finger into the girl’s anus.
“Uh –uh” Rebecca gasped.
“You sure you no want us to make you cum.”
“P-p-please” Rebecca begged.
“Please yes or please no?” Lourdes asked. She twisted her finger around and then gave another thrust.
Rebecca was speechless, she wanted to cum, but could not bare the thought of asking.
“Okay,” Lourdes said, “we stop.”
The women laughed and then swam away towards the shore, leaving Rebecca in the water, shaking with her desire. When she caught her breath, she slowly turned and made her way back to the beach.
On the beach, the combination of the warm breeze on her cooled body made her need to pee.
“Ms, I mean Monica, is there a restroom around here?”
“Sure honey,” she said reaching into a bag. She pulled out a roll of toilet paper and threw it to Rebecca. “Anywhere in the woods you want.”
Rebecca, a country girl, was no stranger to “going” outside so she went off to find a private spot. She found a good place a short distance from the group. The sand dropped off to a low point that was separated from the beach by bushes on one side and the deep forest on the other. It offered privacy without the need to trudge off into the wood. Rebecca squatted with her back to the beach and relieved herself. Her mind and body still burned with the pent up need for release. She had not touched herself, “there” since years ago at her Grandma’s house. However, squatting naked on the sand, the warm breeze tickling her heated body, her skin soft and smooth from the lotion, she found she could not resist. Her hand found her pussy and she slowly masturbated. Her other hand cupped her breast and squeezed her still erect nipple. As she moistened, she increased the speed of her self-manipulation. She felt the orgasm approaching and her body began to shake.
“Rebecca,” Monica yelled from right behind her. “What on earth are you doing?”
Rebecca jumped up, her hand still holding her breast, and saw the four women glaring at her.
“I was – I just, um.”
“That is disgusting,” Monica spat. “What in wrong with you, fingering yourself on a public beach, you should be ashamed.”
“I’m sorry Ms. Jones, really I wasn’t’.”
Juanita said something to Monica, which Rebecca could not understand.
“Absolutely, I think that would be perfectly appropriate. Come out of there right now, young lady.”
Rebecca, head down in shame, made her way out of the small hole. Monica grabbed her roughly by the arm and they all started back towards the blanket. A naked Rebecca, blushed with embarrassment, was led back to their spot on the beach. The voices she heard, she assumed were those of the soccer mom’s. When she looked up, she realized that there were three more blankets laid down around theirs. In the Lake, six young girls were laughing and splashing one another. They were all dark haired and dark skinned. They saw the women approaching and waved. Seeing the nude blond, they left the water and approached.
“Rebecca, I cannot believe you; What if those young ladies had seen you playing with yourself?”
“I’m s-sorry Ms. Jones.” Rebecca pleaded.
“These young ladies and their chaperones came here to play soccer, not see your sex show.” As the girls approached Rebecca saw that they were all Mexican and beautiful. Their athletic bodies accented by the skimpy bikinis they wore. One of them looked like a younger version of Marguerite.
“What’s going on?” the girl in front asked in perfect English. Lourdes said something in Spanish and all the girls laughed.
“Are you some kind of sex fiend?” the girl asked Rebecca.
“N-no” Rebecca whispered.
“Well why the hell are you naked?”
“I-I was, I…” Rebecca did not know what to say, no one had insisted she stay naked after her swim.
Juanita again whispered to Monica. Monica nodded in agreement.
“Great idea,” the young girl said. “Can we watch?”
“Yes, Marisol” said Marguerite.
Rebecca was not sure what they had in mind, but fear crept along her belly. Monica led her towards the blanket.
“Wait. I have idea,” Lourdes said. She pulled over a large ice cooler and then rolled up a blanket and placed it on top. “Make her lay here,” she said pointing to the cooler.
Monica and Juanita helped her lie across the cooler and blanket. She was arched over it resting on her stomach. Her hands could just reach the ground on one side, her feet on the other. In this position, her breast hung freely and her ass was in the air.
“Rebecca, for playing with yourself in public we are going to punish you with a public spanking.”
“Please don’t, Ms. Jones. Not in front of everyone.”
“I’m sorry, but your offense was public so, so must be your punishment.”
“Okay, who would like to go first?” Monica asked the group. Everyone clamored to be first and it was decided that Lourdes would go.
Lourdes did not restrain her cruelty. The first spank was hard and a handprint formed on Rebecca’s upraised ass. The second had as much ferocity as the first and Rebecca screamed in pain. Instinct drove her up off the cooler, but the young girls grabbed her arms and legs and forced her back into position. Lourdes continued the assault and Rebecca’s bum glowed pink. Monica knew from experience that Lourdes was a sexual sadist and she secretly wished she could interject and stop the attack.
Juanita did not like the direction the game had taken either. She spoke sharply to Lourdes who stopped in mid stroke to argue. Juanita shook her head and Lourdes dropped her hand and stepped aside. Junaita knew the plan was ruined, to continue spanking the innocent young girl would be cruel and not help them with their ultimate goal. Marguerite took out the container of suntan lotion and gently rubbed it on Rebecca’s sore bottom.
The pain from the spanking hurt, but Rebecca was shocked to realize that it also excited her. One of the girls holding her arm noticed Rebecca’s erect nipples and gently began to tweak and pull at it. Rebecca tried unsuccessfully to stifle the soft moan that escaped her. Marisol, heard it and it gave her an idea.
“Well since we obviously cannot spank her anymore, I think we need a different punishment.”
“I agree,” said Monica and everyone shook their heads in agreement.
“Pero que?” asked Juanita
Marisol turned to one of her teammates. “Anna, what do you think?”
“Definitely Ecstasy Denial”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” Monica said
“Oh, trust us, it is,” responded Marisol with a grin. “Anna, you and the girls get the stuff out of the car and we will meet you over there under those trees,” she said pointing towards the woods.
The girls took off for the car. Marisol leaned down next to the still quiet Rebecca.
“While the girls get everything ready, I’ll explain the game to you my beautiful little slut.” She absently fondled Rebecca’s breast. “We will see if you are really a sex fiend. In this game, everyone will touch you, but you will not cum… unless you beg for it. It should not be any big deal if you are not a whore who jerks off in the woods. However, if you do beg for release, then we do not stop until you have had fifteen orgasms. In addition, we will do anything we want to make you have them. Understood?”
Rebecca just nodded her head. It did not sound too bad. Provided she did not ask for an orgasm, she would be okay. She would not think about what would happen if she begged for release, as she did not like the sound of “anything we want” and the thought of fifteen orgasms both scared and excited her.
From the woods, one of the girls yelled that they were ready. Marisol and Marguerite helped Rebecca up. Monica loved the idea of this game and wished she could volunteer for the punishment herself. Juanita, sensing the desire, looked at her and said, “When we get to casa, it be your turn.” Lourdes, angry over everyone’s reaction to the spanking had sulked ahead to join the other girls.
Rebecca did not know what to make of the contraption that hung from a tree branch. It looked like a nest of black straps and she could not understand how it was a part of the punishment. Marisol and Anna led her over to the device and helped her into it. The straps held her off the ground by her spread thighs. The position was comfortable, but it left her completely exposed with legs and butt spread open. Suspended off the ground as she was, the straps did not allow her to close her legs. The girls took her wrists and secured each to one of the straps so that her arms stretched above her head. This left her breasts exposed as well.
“Okay ladies, now that she is trussed lets begin,” Marisol said as she distributed large bottles of thick gold oil. “Remember, no cumming unless she begs for it.”
A tall slim girl with large breasts spoke up, “But we can do anything we want to tease her right?”
“Yes, the more the merrier.” Marisol laughed.
“Who’s the time keeper?” Anna asked.
“Oh that’s right we need a timekeeper,” Marisol said. “Let’s use the other American slut,” she said indicating Monica. “Strip her and fuck her ass and pussy with the dildos. If she cums fifteen times before this other one begs for release then the game is over and Rebecca wins.”
“Me, no not me,” Monica cried stepping back from three approaching women. Lourdes grabbed her and Juanita and another girl stripped her suit off. They roughly pushed her to the ground and then covered her with oil. Juanita went to work on Monica’s ass, thrusting first one finger then a second and third into her. Lourdes played with Monica’s now oily breasts while the young girl who had joined them worked her clit. Monica gave up the fight and moaned. The women grabbed two large dildos and inserted one in her pussy and the second up her ass. In tandem, they slowly drove the dildos in and out of Monica. It only took a few thrust for her to reach her first body shaking orgasm. The group cheered and even Rebecca was mesmerized watching the shapely woman shudder in ecstasy.
“Hey,” Marisol called. “Don’t bring her off too quickly; we need time for the little kitten here.”
The assault on Monica slowed as they worked to prolong the time between orgasms.
“Okay girls, let’s work on this one.” Marisol said in her soft accent.
The girls poured oil all over Rebecca. They slowly worked it into her skin. There were so many hands rubbing her, she quickly grew wet. Fingers pulled and twisted her nipples, and hands milked her breasts. She felt fingers sliding into her anus and someone softly rubbed her enlarging clit. Another set of fingers entered her pussy and gently applied pressure to her G-spot. Her thighs, back, buttocks, and belly were all caressed. The sensation was overwhelming and her breath grew short. She would get close to Cumming, it would build in her to almost the boiling point, then the girls would slow their manipulations, and again it would fade to a warm distant feeling. Repeatedly they brought her near the brink, but always stopped. Marguerite squatted between Rebecca’s spread thighs. She brought her tongue to Rebecca’s pussy and gently licked the girl’s clitoris. It was a slow; almost whisper of a feeling and Rebecca began to shake as her body screamed for release. Her nipples were rock hard, they felt like they would explode, but still release was denied.
On the ground in front of Rebecca, Monica’s assault continued. The women had found the perfect rhythm. They did not deny Monica orgasms, but the determined administration built each orgasm to a more powerful explosion than the previous. Monica was approaching her sixth, exhausted but unable to prevent the rolling shudder that approached. This time as she started to cum, the girl working her pussy, drove the dildo all the way in and furiously attacked Monica’s engorged clit, nipping and sucking it as Monica thrashed beneath her. Monica nearly screamed, as the orgasm seemed to stretch on forever. The moment it ended the women, again, began to drive her towards the next.
Rebecca knew that she had failed. Her body was on fire. She desperately needed release. She did not know how far along Monica was, but it no longer mattered. She needed to cum or she thought she might die. As Marguerite continued to destroy Rebecca’s will with the soft strokes of her tongue, Rebecca finally broke.
“Please,” she whimpered
“Please what?” Marisol asked.
“Please s-s-stop, I-I c-c-can’t t-take anymore.”
“Sorry kitten, but Monica is only on orgasm number eight, I’m afraid you have a ways to go.”
“I-I- ooooh, p-please.” The tongue effect was working well.
“Do you want to cum?” a girl who was torturing Rebecca’s nipples asked.
“Yes.” Rebecca whimpered
“Then simply beg us to make you cum.” The girl whispered in her ear.
“P-p-please make me cum,” Rebecca said softly.
“Louder,” said Marisol
“Please make me cum.”
“We still can’t hear you.”
“Oh God Please Make Me Cum” Rebecca yelled.
“Girls, let her have it.” Marisol commanded.
The girls worked Rebecca in earnest. Sucking and biting her nipples, fingers thrust in and out of her anus and Marguerite devoured Rebecca’s dripping sex. The orgasm exploded in her and Rebecca shock and moaned in the straps.
Monica, hearing Rebecca cry out was relieved that her assault was over. The women did not stop, instead, Lourdes stripped off her own suit and positioned her pussy over Monica’s face. She lowered herself onto Monica’s mouth and Monica began to service the woman. The assault on her pussy and ass continued and she felt another orgasm approaching.
After her first orgasm, Rebecca’s head cleared and she realized what she had done. Not only had she came in front of these strangers, but also she had asked for it.
“Okay Rebecca, one down and fourteen to go.” Marisol chimed.
The girls brought out various sized and shaped dildos. Marisol took one in a harness and strapped in on. She approached from Rebecca’s backside and slowly slid the device into Rebecca’s anus. She whispered, “You are going to love this you little whore,” and began fucking Rebecca. She fucked Rebecca’s ass in long, slow strokes. Another girl replaced Marguerite between Rebecca’s legs. She took Rebecca’s engorged clit between her fingers and stroked it hard and fast. Someone inserted a finger into Rebecca’s pussy and found her g-spot. The finger lightly applied pressure and made a small circular motion. Rebecca came hard for the second time.
The girls took turns using dildos, their fingers, and their tongues to bring off Rebecca. On her tenth orgasm she was wrung out, but her body would not stop responding. She begged them to stop, but they just laughed, finding new ways to excite her tired body. When she reached number twelve she screamed, but the assault continued. She had never felt so sore and tired and yet so very full.
For her thirteenth orgasm, everyone collected branches with leaves. They used these to rub Rebecca’s body. The combination of the soft leaves and the occasional hard branches worked her into a frenzy. A branch from a pine tree was used between her legs. Its soft but spiky needles rubbed her clit until she exploded again. For her fourteenth orgasm, a string was tied around her protruding clit. The girls tied objects to the string and stretched Rebecca’s sensitive button. Then while dildos were thrust in her pussy and ass, they swung the objects on the string, the sensation so new, that Rebecca again had a shuddering orgasm.
The women carried Monica over for the final orgasm. They tied her legs to the sling where Rebecca’s hands were bound. Then they tied Monica’s arms to the girl’s legs. In this suspended 69, the two women told to eat the other’s pussy.
“The first one to make the other cum, is out of the game. The one who cums gets five more orgasms,” Marisol said.
The thought of more frightened both Rebecca and Monica. They began to lick each other furiously, determined not to be the loser. To help, the other women got their hands between their bodies and played with their tits. Others finger fucked the exposed asses.
Rebecca’s determination was no match for Monica’s experience. Monica expertly licked the girl and suckled her clit. Rebecca tried to resist but she succumbed and came in Monica’s mouth. Equally, excited Monica had her own orgasm.
The women had no intention of continuing the assault on their exhausted victims. They released Rebecca and Monica and carried them over to the beach blanket. They covered them with towels and let the two drift into sleep. While Monica and Rebecca dozed, the girls removed their suits and paired off in twos and threes for their own satisfaction.
Hours later, Rebecca and Monica woke as the sun set over the lake. Everyone was gone and they were alone on the beach. Without a word, they gathered their things and went to Monica’s car. Neither found their swimsuit so they wrapped towels around their naked bodies and began the drive back to Aunt Nora’s house in silence.
The End
As fun as this story was to write, we have reached the end for the time. There may be further adventures for Rebecca, but for now, there isn’t anymore to say. Thanks everyone for the feedback and for taking your time to read my tale. I do have two other story ideas to work on although how and when they turn out is still unclear. I will definitely be visiting some of Victoria’s adventures at Sappho College. A second idea is for a story called “hair trigger,” a somewhat “reluctant tale” but far less naivety. Based on the nature and high school setting of the tale it will appear only at BDSM Library or other sites that do not restrict content of that nature. We’ll see how it goes.
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