A Day at the Beach
By Madcat
Two boys pick on the wrong girl.


Trish trudged thru the hot sand in an even hotter pink bikini. She carried a
white beach chair under one arm and cooler plus a bag under the other. It was
a heavy load but the bodacious beach bunny didn't have far to go.

She chose this beach every year due to its seclusion. It was basically a
family place with cabins for rent. No hotels or condo that cluttered up the
beach and brought in droves of people. It was still possible to find a nice,
private spot in amongst the dunes.

Privacy was important to Trish. She worked as a model, mostly bikini stuff,
but occasionally nude to help make ends meet. The girl wasn't a prude or
anything but she had a body to die for. That was the problem.

Whenever Trish went to a regular beach, she felt the whole stretch of
coastline was looking at her voluptuous body. The men gave her hard, lustful
stares. You could only guess at their depraved thoughts. The women were worse.
They envied her natural DD's, flat stomach, wide hips, and taut ass. Their
looks could kill.

So Trish came here every year to unwind. On her salary, it was the best she
could do. Lately, the 24 year old had begun to consider the future. There were
no pension plans or retirement accounts in her line of work. She was already
past her prime for a bikini model. Trish learned long ago that she would never
graduate up to supermodel status. Her body was just too curvy. The 20
something model wanted to do some hard thinking this week.

She found her favorite spot between two dunes and set up her chair. The
nearest cabin was a half mile down. With a little luck, the buxom young model
wouldn't see a soul the whole day. She began by wiping sun tan lotion over her
already bronzed body. Like the metal, it was hard and strong. Trish put long
hours in the gym every day. She had to. Her tight, toned body kept the money
coming.

The girl removed her top, releasing her bonnie lasses to feel the cool sea
breeze. Tan lines were a no-no in her business. Trish's boobs were so large
they had a natural paleness to them which further accentuated their whopping
size. She gave her girls a loving squeeze, pushing from the sides, then
running her fingers over the big brown nipples. They felt like money in the
bank.

All that was left was to pour a nice cool margarita. Then the sun bathing
beauty laid out on her chair, sipped her drink and proceeded to fall fast
asleep.

Her eyes flickered open slowly. Damn! Trish thought to herself. She hated
nodding off when sunbathing topless. Sure, this spot was secluded but it
wasn't private per se. Anybody could come over and do whatever they liked. On
top of that was the risk of over exposure to the sun. A bad sun burn could
cost her thousands of dollars. She reached for her bra top underneath the
chair.

It wasn't there. Trish's hand made a wider and wider search pattern. Still
nothing. Only now did the buxom bikini model begin to get concerned. She
looked up to see two men not 20 feet away! Her worst nightmare had come true.

Well, maybe not. They weren't much more than boys, high school kids probably
or youthful college students. The kids were laughing at her. The taller one
was holding her pink bikini top. This was just one big joke to them.

"We found this, hehe." The larger one giggled. "You want it back?"

"Yeah, you want it back?" The smaller boy echoed like a little prick.

So much for her nice vacation spot. "All right, you had your fun. Give it
back." Trish said as she fought to control her female fury.

"Come and get it." The tall kid said.

"Yeah, come and get it," repeated the short little flunky.

The boys had stopped laughing. This was serious now. Would the girl sit up and
show them her big, juicy tits?

Trish gave diplomacy one last try. "Come on guys, don't start something here
that you'll regret. Just give me the top."

"I don't think so. I can stand here all day," replied the leader. His cohort
chimed in, agreeing whole heartedly.

"OK, buttheads. Your call." Trish placed her left hand over her super breasts
and stood up. She wasn't about to give them a free shot.

The boy's four eyes got really big at that point. Laying down, one just
couldn't appreciate Trish's size. Standing up, it was simply unavoidable. She
stood 5-10 in bare feet. Given her beach shoes, the girl towered 2" over the
tallest boy.

It didn't end there. Trish weighed a whopping, voluptuous 175 pounds. She
carried it in all the right places, of course. Close up, it was very, very
impressive. The busty bikini model radiated a powerful sensuality in a way
that a smaller gal simply couldn't.

Conversely, both males tipped the scales at the other end of the spectrum. The
tall one was 5-10, 145. The shorter lad was 5-5, 123. Both were swimmers bound
for college at the end of the summer. They had long, lean bodies designed like
a dart. Their skin was shaved smooth, adding to their boyishness. Both lads
wore skimpy black bikini briefs.

While not the manliest, they were not entirely unattractive. The tall one had
bushy blonde hair and surfer good looks. The smaller kid looked like one of
those Latin dancers on TV. He was short, dark, and exceedingly handsome. Both
guys were ripped. Not overly muscular, but in a well balanced kind of way.
Given Trish's profession and time spent in a gym, she appreciated physical
beauty more than most. Under different circumstances, this encounter could
have turned out quite differently.

But not this time. Trish was getting madder by the second. ""Give MY top
back!" she demanded.

Right away, Trish knew it was a mistake. She sounded needy and desperate.
Situations like this called for confidence and strength. But much to her
surprise, the taller lad offered her the top. "Here ya' go."

Like an idiot, the girl fell for the bait. She reached for it but her hand
closed on empty air.

"Whoops!" the boy jeered, moving the top just out of range.

"Son a bitch!" Trish shouted, grabbing again and again.

Despite the distraction of bouncy DD's, the hated male kept the bra just out
of Trish's grasp. He was a quick SOB. Much to the older woman's shame, the kid
had her dancing to his tune while his buddy busted a gut laughing.

Trish finally reigned in her runaway temper. She would never catch this kid if
he didn't want to be caught. He was just too quick. But the girl didn't like
being made fun of, either. Time to use her brains and a few feminine wiles on
these losers. Revenge would have to wait.

The girl stopped her futile reaching and stood up. Smiling, she said, "I'll
show you mine if you show me yours."

The blonde surfer boy stopped. "You're kiddin'."

"Not hardly. I just thought it fair. I want to see some cock." Trish said
staring into his ocean blue eyes. She was no barf bag either: long brown hair
with highlights, doe-ish eyes and full red lips.

His willpower started to melt. "You first."

The busty brunette shook her head. "No. You've gotten to see so much already.
You go first."

"No," the male rallied, "you should ... "

Trish stepped closer to him. Her hand went slowly to his skimpy little speedo,
and began to pull. "Come on, I know you want to show me what you got."

Seconds later he was naked as the buxom girl bit by bit teased the male's
swimsuit down his slender hips. The surfer boy's cock virtually leaped out of
its hiding place like it had a mind of its own.

Then she turned her attention to the other kid. "You too."

The Latin boy quickly dropped his speedos, showing his swollen manhood to the
strange female.

Trish found both man-boys oddly attractive given the situation. Their smooth
shaven bodies seemed clean and soft and innocent. They were both seductively
pretty and undeniably male at the same time.

The boys found her attractive as well and manifested their desires in long,
spear-like ways. It took almost a minute but Trish was in no hurry. To her it
became a race to see who would get the biggest, the fastest. The little Latino
kid won the speed race, racking up a sweet seven inches, one right after
another.

Surfer boy never quit. He surged past his small fry friend. Eight, nine, ten
... this kid was huge. He was no boy, he was a man.

"Wow!" Trish whispered between her teeth. 12 inches of man meat, who would
have thought?

But this was no time to go soft. The big breasted woman grabbed her top. She
timed the move perfectly. Her male adversary was quite distracted and not
about to go running down the beach in any case.

The lightning fast move took Surfer boy by surprise. His mind was on other
things. Still he refused to let go and a man-woman wrestling match ensued.

It was a hundred dollar bikini so Trish held back. Once the busty young thing
realized that the kid wasn't going to give up the bra easily, she gripped his
closed fist with her right hand and compressed his knuckles. Trish had used
this tactic many times on her younger brothers. It always got results.

Today was no exception. Surfer boy let out a scream and he fell to his knees.
The girl's giant breasts, now uncovered during the tussle, loomed over him
like the barrels of a giant shotgun.

"Let of the top!" Trish ordered. Of course, there was no way for the kid to
actually comply since his fist was being crushed by overwhelming girl power.
She just wanted to see some sign of submission.

She didn't get it. The blonde boy yelled for help.

Short, dark and handsome came running. He grabbed the bigger, bustier woman
from behind. "I got her. I got her." The little one boasted. Only he wasn't
really doing much besides pressing his pathetic penis against her rock solid
thigh.

Trish didn't intend to hurt him. She just threw her elbow back, hoping to gain
some space. Her elbow caught the smaller man directly in the nose. He
screamed, staggered back and flipped over her lounge chair. The boys, despite
a two on one advantage, weren't doing so well.

"Please, let go." Surfer boy begged. He wept openly now as he knelt before the
mighty topless female like a slave. She held him completely under control with
just one hand. These facts were not lost on the buxom young woman.

"Will you drop my bra?" she asked unhurriedly. A victorious smile had crept on
to her face.

"Yes ... Yess ... .." Of course he would. Surfer boy was no hero.

Trish loosened her death grip on his hand and snatched her bra away
triumphantly. She had used her brains, body and a little superior female
firepower to defeat both males. Grinning broadly, the doe eyed babe replaced
her top.

Unfortunately, she had taken her eye off the ball, specifically short, dark
and handsome. He staunched the flow of blood from his nose and scrambled to
his feet, hopping mad. This bitch was going to pay, the thought to himself.
She had her back to him while tying her pink bra. The thick girl muscles on
her back writhed like snakes as she did so.

"ARRRGGGGHHHH!" the young man yelled as he leapt at her.

Trish turned with agonizing slowness. She just caught sight of the nude male
as he flew thru the air. Latin boy's erect penis thrust out from his cute
little body like a mini-spear.

His tackle was crude but effective. Trish fell over backwards with the man-
boy on top. Male success was short-lived however as the tip of his hard and
unyielding cock rammed into the ground. The slender man-boy howled in agony.
He thought the early blow to his nose hurt, this was real pain.

The confused young woman didn't know exactly what had happened to short, dark
and handsome but had no time to figure it out. She casually tossed him to her
left, causing the lad to roll to the side of her beach chair. His hands went
to his boy parts and he didn't get back up.

By this time surfer boy with the super-sized manhood had spun around, eager to
pile on to the girl who had brought tears to his eyes. Trish got to her knees
at the same time and they squared off: naked man-boy versus hot bikini babe.

The naked man-boy still suffered from delusions of male superiority. He
thought that he needed only to bring his full power to bear on the busty lass
and she would wilt like a flower. Surfer boy totally discounted Trish's 30
additional pounds of hard, superior, female muscle, not to mention her earlier
success. The kid lunged at his opponent and locked her arms in a test of
strength.

For a brief moment, they knelt like statues in the sand. Neither could
overcome the other. Trish started tentatively, unsure of herself. She had
never been shy about competing with males. Growing up in southern California,
she loved sports and played football, basketball and baseball with the boys in
her neighborhood. As the cute tomboy developed into a full figured teen, Trish
noticed that the boys wanted to play other games with her. Tackle football
turned into grope football. Her interests began to delve into more feminine
pursuits.

Then there were her brothers, 2 of them, 3 and 5 years younger. Wrestling
matches and the occasional fist fight were not uncommon. Trish the tomboy
handled the smaller males with eloquent ease. But the boys never gave up
trying to best their big sister. They grew up tall and strong, just like her.
But they could never beat her. Trish always found away to win, even if that
meant a knee to the groin or a bent finger.

Yet competing with a strange male seemed not quite right. This was obviously
different than the wrestling with her brothers. While obviously not notorious
criminals, these pretty boys certainly represented a threat to her sexually.
They would do things to her if she lost. They were not bound by any rules of
conduct. Trish didn't know what they were capable of. And, while proud of her
hard body and her girl muscles, Trish basically bought the line that males
were naturally superior to females physically.

So no one was more surprised than Trish when she methodically began to prevail
over her porno-star opponent. Despite his huge cock and well developed torso,
the man-boy faded fast. Trish moved him easily from sided to side. Her output
increased with her confidence.

His decreased. A look of terror scarred his boyish features as he came face to
face with the horrible truth. The female was stronger than him, a lot
stronger. They had picked on the wrong girl. This he simply could not
understand. She looked so hot in her little string bikini. How could this
beach babe be stronger than him?

But she was. Trish surged forward, briefly rising to her feet before toppling
the male in a spray of sand. When the dust cleared, the big chested girl was
on top, the naked man-boy on the bottom. She had him pinned to the ground. Her
bikini clad pussy likewise pinned his super- sized cock.

"Submit to me." The girl ordered as a stunning smile returned to her face.
This was getting fun again.

Surfer boy struggled futilely for awhile. This was not easy for him to accept.
Yet it made no difference in the final out come. The big breasted bitch was
too strong and too heavy. His resistance just served to further highlight the
female domination going on at his expense. Bucking with his hips brought even
more onerous results. The pain of her pussy on his cock was both excruciating
and ejaculating. He soon found himself on the brink of an orgasm.

Even weirder, so did Trish. The sensations emanating from her loins defied
description. She suddenly wanted the pretty boy in the worst way. She no
longer cared how, why, where, or exactly who. She just wanted that incredible
cock deep inside her. How it came to this, the busty woman didn't rightly
know. It was just nature at work, plus the fact that she hadn't been with a
man in some time.

As surfer boy's resistance ceased, the horny hottie bent down for kiss. This
had to be the best way to end this silly fight.

But some asshole came up behind them and pulled the top heavy young lady off
her jaded male lover. Only as he tried to place her in a full nelson, did
Trish realize that it was the Latin lover boy. She could feel his hard manhood
spearing the bottom of her equally hard ass.

Well, this was it, Trish thought. She had fought the good fight. Neither
man-boy could claim otherwise. But she couldn't fight two of them at the same
time. If they wanted take her then and there, fuck her brains out like wild
animals, who was she to complain. Without thinking, the buxom bikini girl
rubbed her big ass on short, dark and handsome's very stiff cock.

The Latin kid cursed as his male appendage slipped under the girl's bikini
bottom. It still ached from his abortive tackle. He was also frustrated with
his inability to lock down the full nelson. This chick was just too tall, too
broad shouldered, too muscular and too strong. He couldn't complete the move,
nor could he control her. And she wasn't even actively resisting. Short, dark
and handsome finally came to the conclusion that he and his best buddy had bit
off much more than they could chew.

Sadly, surfer boy had yet to figure this out. He was madder than a wet cat. No
girl could do this him and get away with it. She had tricked him and then
humiliated him. The fact that whitish pre-cum was bubbling out of his huge
cock just added a horrific sexual aspect to all of this. Women were put on
this earth to worship and submit to him and his monolithic manhood, not the
other way around.

This aberrant thinking led the young man to make the worst mistake of his
life. He slapped his buxom antagonist in the face. It wasn't his best move and
the young man realized this instantly. But he was naked, aroused and angry.
Given his tortured emotions, the girlish slap was the best he could do.

It was more than enough to break the big chested woman out of her altered
sexual state. She immediately kicked out at surfer boy, her leg muscles
bulging with new found girl power.

The blow caught him high on the chest and sent him flying. Raw energy surged
thru Trish, fusing with her sexual arousal, turning the buxom bikini model
into a devastating she hulk. She casually broke the other man-boy's faltering
hold, reached back and placed him into an unbreakable headlock.

He battled back but the kid might as well been wrestling an 800 pound gorilla.
His hard cock was still caught in the girl's bikini bottom. He tried to scream
but just got a mouthful of DD.

Using just one arm to dominate the smaller male, big Trish marched on the
mother fucker who slapped her. She kicked him again in the ass as he tried to
stand. Surfer boy bit the sand again. Then the female avenger released short,
dark and handsome.

The smaller man-boy tried to surrender. "Please don't hurt me. Pleeeasseee ...
" he said as he managed to free his sore cock from the girl's bikini bottom.

But Trish wasn't listening. She reached between the smaller male's legs,
lifted him bodily off the ground and body slammed the Latin Kid on top of
Surfer Boy.

This silly little fight, which should never have happened, was all but over.
The men were beaten mentally as well as physically. Both beach boys lay on the
ground at the girl's feet. The smaller one was on top of his pal. He could
feel the monster cock digging into his back. This was repugnant in the extreme
but the Latin Kid was too tired, beaten and scared to move.

Trish wasn't. Her feminine fury was subsiding though. The girl knew what she
wanted here. She locked eyes with the smaller lad. "Beat it."

He didn't need to be told twice. The lad rolled to his feet only to get a
trademark kick in the ass. "Get the hell out of here." Trish ordered.

The man-boy ran off sans speedos. He left his friend in the clutches of the
psycho chick in his haste to escape.

Surfer Boy looked up, breathless. The girl and her dominating breasts towered
over him like some grotesque statue. This had all started as little summer fun
with a beach bimbo. It had turned into one of those nightmares where you just
could not escape. Then the girl untied her bra, letting her juicy coconuts
spill out into the salty air. This entire escapade had been about seeing the
DD's. That seemed like an eternity ago.

By the time she doffed the pink bikini bottoms. Surfer boy had figured it out.
It didn't seem possible but her intentions were now quite clear. The busty
beach babe wanted to claim his monolithic manhood for her very own.

Faced with such an ironic twist of fate, the man-boy tried to escape. His
body, though, had suffered too much. It refused to comply with his brain's
commands. The escape attempted amounted to nothing more than a reverse crab
walk. He didn't get 2 feet. Trish reached down and seized his big, soft
man-apples. Her mere touch froze his virile young body.

She said nothing as nothing needed said. Kneeling betwixt his long legs, the
voluptuous vixen lifted him off his haunches. This rolled the male up, so to
speak. Then, the big breasted brunette reached around his thighs with both
hands and seized his mega-cock. The boy was definitely a two hander.

Trish was wise in the ways of love and sex, despite her recent drought. She
knew mister bubbling penis here would be little use to her. So the dominant
female pointed the huge man-gun right at surfer boy's nose. They were almost
touching.

A little rub here, a little tweak there, and the male covered his own face in
hot, sticky cum. She was right. The kid wouldn't have lasted 5 seconds inside
her. Trish's only disappointment was that she couldn't read his facial
expression thru the cum shot.

But what hell. The naked wench quickly rear face sat him, knowing that time
was not her friend. It was her turn to get a little.

"Lick that cunt, boy, lick it good." Trish said, breaking her vow of silence.
To make sure he did, she grabbed him by the hair and physically made him.

Most men can't or won't eat pussy to save their lives. Thankfully, old porno
dick here proved to be an exception to that rule. Trish came fast and hard.
Soon, her new boyfriend was covered with both male and female juices.

But her real interest was his 12 inch monster. She scouted it for signs of
life. Surfer boy didn't disappoint her. Despite all of the negative emotions
he still very much felt, his cock responded to the beautiful young woman the
only way a cock knows how. It erected itself.

With a little help from Trish, of course. She chose this position just so she
could lend a helping hand, or two. Using the latest in cock and ball arousal
techniques, the young woman teased inch after inch out of his pleasing penis.
She accomplished all of this with his head buried in the crack of her ass.
Wow!

He was ready. Without warning, the buxom babe switched positions and impaled
herself on his titan missile. Inch after spine-tingling inch penetrated and
filled her. The girl wanted to scream but dared not. She thanked the lucky
stars that she had already climaxed. The man-boy might have been too much for
her otherwise.

But he was not. He might have been one hell of a man, but Trish proved to be
an even better woman. She took him all and then drained him dry. The busty
lass finally collapsed after a long ten minutes of woman on top sex.

It took her a minute to regain her strength. She wanted to kiss him good bye
just to show there were no hard feelings. But his face was a mess. The older
woman passed on the idea. His angry glare sealed the deal. She got up and
dressed.

Without another word, Trish left surfer boy naked in sand.

Epilogue

Ricky's fear had turned to anger. Not at the busty bikini girl but at his
friend, Allen, for getting him in this mess. Thanks to that idiot, he had no
clothes and a hard on that wouldn't go away. The very naughty boy stood behind
a bush not far from the path that led to his cabin.

It was high noon and busy. That meant every minute or so, somebody came or
went from the beach. The path was never clear and poor Ricky could not see
himself risking the thick under brush wearing just his old tennis shoes.

The lad was weighing his options as he spotted a couple of bikini clad
teenagers coming straight at him. His cock twitched nervously at the sight of
the young females. They were quite attractive, though nothing compared to the
big chested girl who had just kicked his ass.

Then the Latin Kid got a plan. It was daring and risky, but Ricky was a
desperate man. He could quickly and easily take care of his erection problem,
here behind the bush. Then he would rush out and cover the 100 yards to his
cabin in about 10 seconds. These girls would see him but what would they do
about it? Probably nothing. It would all be over in a minute or two.

Phase 1: Masturbate. That was easy with the two honeys coming down the path.
They looked about his age and size. The red-head really caught his eye. She
had pale skin and green bikini, not to mention great tits and a nice flat
stomach. Her bathing suit matched her green eyes.

The blonde was nice too. She was perhaps a tad taller with a very nubile body.
Her black bikini featured a push up bra which made the most of her ample
breasts. They looked like nice round baseballs.

A moan escaped his lips before he could cut it off. He imagined his cock
between red's boobs. Owe - Owe - Owe. Then he noticed her looking straight at
him.

His hand froze when Ricky realized the girls were off the path no and coming
straight at his position. Ricky didn't dare move.

The beach babes split up at the last second and converged on Ricky from either
side of the bush. He had no where to run.

Red came around the bush first. "Hmm. Let me guess. Wash Day. Nothing clean."
She said with one finger against her red lips.

Blondie was next. "A pervert behind every bush. We should call the cops." She
suggested, her eyes on his prize.

Ricky tried to cover it up. "No, no, please. I can explain."

"Please do. I'm all ears." Red said.

The kid was real nervous. Others were coming and the two bikini babes would
draw attention to him. "Some stole my bathing suit. I'm just trying to get to
my cabin."

"Do you believe him, Mackenzie?" Red asked.

The blonde shrugged. "Don't know. But he is kind of cute. Maybe we should take
him back to OUR cabin and question him some more."

The busty redhead agreed. "Put this on." she said, throwing the lad a beach
towel.

Ricky accepted the offering readily. Anything to cover himself.

"Let's go." Mackenzie said as she grabbed his arm just above his elbow. The
blonde stood about 5-7 and weighed a tight, toned, athletic 138 pounds.

Mackenzie led him down path. Her friend, Lauren, fell in opposite the blonde.
She was about Ricky's height but probably weighed a little more due to her
generous female curves. The gals set a fast pace, leading Ricky past his
cabin.

"I stay there. Can we stop? I need clothes." The male asked as he clutched the
beach towel tightly.

"You can go home when I say you can." Mackenzie replied. She was rapidly
emerging as the dominant female. The girls' cabin was a quarter mile farther
down.

They entered by rear facing, sliding glass door. "Are you 2 here by
yourselves?" Ricky asked, nervously. He felt almost as bad being alone with
these two as he had prowling the beach naked.

Lauren replied, "I'm here with my folks but they're in town for the day. We
have all afternoon to hang out. What's your name?"

Before Ricky could answer, the blonde bitch stepped in. "Before we start
playing nice, I think our little naked beach boy should explain this."

As she said it, the nubile blonde yanked off his towel and pointed to his
obvious erection. Ricky physically recoiled from the assertive young woman. He
hated to be nude again.

Mackenzie confronted him, stepping so close that his penis pressed against her
taut abs. "Well, boy, how is it you came to be naked and jerking off behind a
bush?"

The male's courage failed as he looked up at the beautiful blonde. Her face
was angelic yet exceedingly hard at the same time. He couldn't lie to her.
Making up some kind of story to explain his circumstance would be nigh on
impossible. So he spilled the beans, telling the bikini clad blonde
everything.

"You expect me to believe that line of shit?" the girl hissed angrily.

Ricky almost wet himself. "Yes ... yes, I swear it."

Mackenzie grabbed his hands and forced the male to his knees in a quick, one
sided game of mercy. "You better not be lying to me."

"I'm notttt!" the smaller, weaker male replied as he gazed up at her perfectly
rounded breasts.

"Well, I don't believe you." Mackenzie replied as she turned to Lauren. "Keep
him here for a minute. I want to make him tell us the truth."

"Sure!" the redhead agreed. Lauren moved around front as Mackenzie departed
for the bedroom.

Ricky waited for the blonde to disappear. Then he made his move. Running home
nude would be better than this. Getting caught by the cops would be better
than whatever the blonde babe had in store for him. Short, dark and handsome
made a dash for the door, his legs fueled by desperation.

He was a quick lad and got a good jump on the busty redhead. But Ricky had to
stop and open the sliding glass door. He fumbled with the latch as Lauren
caught him.

She put the naked little boy in a full nelson, easily completing the hold that
Ricky failed against Trish. Then Lauren picked him up and carried him into the
middle of the room. Obviously, the redhead was much more than just a pretty
face.

Mackenzie chose that very moment to emerge from the bedroom. She was naked
from the waist down. A tight white tee shirt molded itself to her tanned
torso. Ricky couldn't her prime little pussy. She was wearing a big, long
strap on between her sleek legs.

A short groan escaped Ricky. The blonde looked so incredibly feminine yet
horrifically masculine at the same time. He knew what she was going to do to
him and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.

Ten minutes later, a dusty, dirty Allen pulled himself out of the sand. He
hurt all over, but the busty beach babe had damaged his fragile male ego more
than anything else. Slowly he walked over to his speedos and slipped them
carefully over his reddened cock. Ricky's pair was not far away.

"Bastard. I'm going to kill the son-a-bitch." The surfer boy said to himself.
That so-called friend was probably at home, sipping a nice cold beer.

That's how Allen saw it, but he couldn't have been farther from the truth.
Poor little Ricky was bent over at the waist, getting butt fucked by a strong
and sexy blonde. The Latin Kid's lips were wrapped around Lauren's strap-on,
as the girls doubled teamed him.

The hot redhead pulled his head off her thing. "Having fun?" she said softly.

Ricky nodded. What else could he do?

"You want to go out tonight?" Lauren asked as she touched her pink nipples.

The boy nodded and grunted at the same time. Mackenzie was enjoying herself.

"Do you have a friend for Mackenzie?" the girl said, rubbing his damp cheek.

"Oh, yeah - yeah." Ricky moaned., he couldn't wait to introduce Allen to the
blonde bitch.