by Isaac Byrne
Cindy giggled. “Silly! You can fuck me as hard as you want! Wanna fuck some more?” She spread her legs helpfully.
“Nah, not just yet.”
“Oh, OK. What do you wanna do then? You wanna touch my boobs?”
“I was thinking of maybe going out for a while, actually. Maybe to the beach. You game?”
She sat up, instantly excited. “I love the beach!” Her tiny little mind was filled with visions of herself in (and out) of a variety of skimpy bikinis.
“Cool. Go see if you got yourself a suit to your liking when you went shopping yesterday, and let’s get ready.”
Cindy eagerly rummaged through her bags – she loved shopping! – and saw that she’d bought not just one, but several. There was an electric blue one that was technically a one-piece but was really just two thin straps that went across part of her breasts and over her shoulders, looping back down again to her crotch. There was a more standard leopard print bikini, neat triangles over breasts, pussy and ass. Finally there was one the old Cindy doubted would have been legal to wear at a public beach – a string bikini bottom that went right between her butt cheeks to hide nothing from behind and only a few-inch triangle in front to conceal her slit, her pubes and nothing else, with a top that was little more than a couple patches of stretchy fabric to cover her nipples and an inch or two around them. It was sluttier than going naked. It was the sort of swimsuit that only served to guarantee every single guy who saw her would be instantly fantasizing about ripping off the annoying little scraps that stood in the way of seeing her completely nude.
Naturally, Cindy donned this last one.
Even Eric was taken aback a moment when he came back down in his own tank top and trunks, and she beamed at him while spinning to show it off from all sides. “Like what you see?”
“Holy shit, Cindy, that’s the sluttiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Where did you even find something that revealing? I could fuck the hell out of you right now.”
She clapped her hands giddily and draped herself over the arm of the couch, spreading her legs and arching her back. The skimpy joke of a bikini would do nothing to impede his cock from getting right into her pussy.
“Figuratively,” he said, then seeing her not comprehend, he rephrased. “Not yet, hon.” He patted her ass affectionately. With a sulk, she got back up and followed him to the car.
It was a little more than a half hour drive to the beach, so Eric suggested stopping for a bite. Cindy couldn’t really agree or disagree with her mouth full of Eric’s cock, but she didn’t care anyway, any more than she cared about the cars stopped alongside them at lights snapping pictures of her practically naked ass up in the air while she gave her friend a blowjob. Cindy knew she had a hot ass. Of course guys would wanna take a picture of it to jack off to, and she liked to be helpful.
She didn’t even notice when Eric pulled into a gas station until he gently lifted her off his cock by the hair. A few other people were staring as she came up for air. “All righty, Cindy, the station has a sandwich place inside, so I’m gonna head in and order for us. Mind pumping the gas? Then just head on inside.”
Cindy agreed, and hopped out of the car to comply. Everyone around her was staring, which made it super hard to concentrate with how horny being stared at made her. For fun while she waited, she put her pelvis up to the pump and rocked her hips back and forth. That’s funny – it looks like I’m a boy fucking the car in the gas-hole! But then that just made her even hornier! Life is hard. Like a good hard cock.
When she was done, she strutted on inside, pausing to wave to all the men watching her go. Behind them, cars were honking for them to get out of the way, as some had been done with their own gas for a good while as they’d leered at the ditz in her bikini. She joined Eric at his table, where he was already sitting with their lunches. For a moment a man who looked like he was probably the manager came over looking angry at Cindy – how a boy could be angry to have a mostly naked slut sitting in his store she couldn’t imagine – then Eric gave him a long look and the man froze in his tracks, then smiled and went back behind the register.
Cindy was mostly finished with her sandwich before she couldn’t take it any more. “Eric?” she said plaintively.
“Yeah?” he answered around a mouthful of turkey.
“Everybody’s looking at me,” she whined.
“Yeah, well, look at you. You’re practically naked. Of course they’re looking.”
“I know! I look super hot, right? But with all those eyes on me, it’s just …” she shifted to a whisper, but a stage whisper she wanted everyone to hear, “…making me crazy fucking horny !” Ever since her black-out orgasm earlier, all she could think about was getting another one. That meant convincing Eric to fuck her, and she would do anything in her power to make that happen.
Eric smiled. “Not much I can do about that in the middle of a restaurant, hon.”
“But you can make people do stuff, right? Like, you made me into this big hot slutty slut? Like, just make everyone be OK with fucking me, and we can just do it right here on the table!” In her manic need, she swept the food off on the floor and hopped up in its place, spreading her legs wide.
“It’s more of a one-on-one thing – doesn’t really handle crowd-control well. Besides, I don’t wanna have to keep stopping in the middle every time someone walks in.” She could tell from the way he looked around at the employees and the way they blanked out, then hurried over to clean up Cindy’s mess that it was his doing. (One of the girls working there was pretty cute, and it made Cindy feel special to know Eric could fuck anybody he wanted, but here he was taking the day to play with her instead.)
“Well what about the bathroom? We could fuck in the bathroom, right? Just lock the door!”
Eric chuckled, shaking his head in incredulity at her relentlessness. “All right, all right, you’ve worn be down. You just trashed half my lunch, though, so I’m gonna get that replaced. You go on in and get ready for me, OK? I’ll be there in a few.”
Cindy jumped with glee and skipped off down the hallway with the bathrooms. Hmm, boy’s or girl’s? Eric would be more comfortable in the boys. She entered gingerly and checked herself over in the mirror, tugging her bikini top into the right place, wishing she had her makeup with her to freshen up. She ignored the sound of someone flushing behind her as she posed and flounced in the mirror.
A moment later, she heard a sound of startlement behind her as a man opened up his stall door to find Cindy there in front of him. He was short and skinny, probably even lighter than Cindy was herself, and was in the process of doing up his buckle when the sight of her froze him in place. “Uh, ma’am? This is the men’s room – I think you meant to be next door…”
“Nope! I came in here to fuck!” Cindy giggled.
A little smile snuck onto his face. “What, like a hooker? Didn’t think this was that kind of place.”
She shook her head. “I’m not a hooker!”
The man looked stricken. “Oh! Sorry ma’am, I…”
“I’m a slut. I just like fucking. Girls who make guys pay them for sex are stupid and mean.”
“Oh, so… you just want to have sex?”
“O-M-G like ALL the TIME, you have no idea!”
In no time, he had his pants unfastened and pulling back down. The man couldn’t believe a girl this hot was just hanging out in gas station rest rooms trolling for dick. “Well fuck yeah, let’s get to it!”
“Oh!” She waved her hands in front of her. “Oh no, I came in here to fuck Eric! Sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you.”
He looked crestfallen. “Well damn girl, you come in here talkin’ like that and dressed like that, hard to believe you weren’t.”
Cindy felt bad for making someone upset – especially a man, especially a man with a big hard dick. Especially a man with a big hard dick who wanted to fuck her. “Awww, don’t be mad. Here, let me make it better, OK?” She kept him from pulling his pants back up and k
nelt down in front of him, stroking his cock with soft hands.
“Oh, well… that’s more like it.”
Cindy grinned. She liked making people happy. Instincts, some she didn’t know how she came by them, kicked in. Make eye contact. Swirl your tongue, then drag it. Then swirl the other way, so he won’t get bored. Moan a little – it does feel good to have a cock in your mouth after all. In fact, it was the least bored she’d been in like an hour. Ish.
It must have been a while for the poor guy, because he didn’t last long. She didn’t even have time to ask where he’d like to finish before he spurted his load into her mouth. She noted with disappointment that it didn’t taste nearly as good as Eric’s. She gave a few last long sucks to clean off her mystery cum-donor before zipping him up. “Thanks, baby, that was, uh… just, wow.”
Cindy giggled. “I’m a pretty good cock-sucker, huh!”
Eric’s voice from the doorway surprised her. “You sure are.”
Fucking time! The time for fucking! She squealed delightedly and bounced over to hug and kiss him. The other guy excused himself – without washing his hands! gross! – and Cindy wasted no time in getting Eric’s pants off. Moments later, she bent herself over one of the sinks and tugged the flimsy little string going between her butt cheeks to the side.
“You’re sure you want this, Cindy?”
She reached down to rub her clit – not that she needed to get any more juiced up, but still, she was impatient. Eric’s cock had been out for like a whole minute and he still wasn’t fucking her! She moaned in frustrated, wanton need. “Oh gosh you don’t know how bad I need it. Fuck meeeeeeee!” she whined.
“You’re sure? In a filthy gas station men’s room?” He sounded a bit put off.
“Cindy doesn’t care if it’s filthy; Cindy’s a filthy little slut!” She rocked her hips back and forth, slipping a couple fingers inside herself.
Eric frowned at his surroundings. “Yeah I dunno, hon. It’s… kinda gross. Not the easiest to get excited in a place like this, even with a smokin’ hot piece of ass like you. C’mon, let’s get out of here. We’ll fuck again soon, promise.”
It took several minutes of resisting her pleading, and then another couple to get her to stop desperately humping his leg, before they left the bathroom. I need another one of those orgasms, damnit! He reminded her helpfully as they passed through the store that she’d pried her bikini top to the sides and her boobs were hanging out. Not that she cared if people looked at her titties, but she didn’t want to look like she was too dumb to dress herself. That would be embarrassing.
Eric was nice enough to let her keep playing with herself in the car – not that she hadn’t been having fun sucking him off before, but she was too horny not to be touching herself, but all the tiny – i.e. normal – orgasms she was having were mere candles next to the inferno of the one earlier. She giggled when a mother suddenly veered onto the shoulder and slammed on the brakes to stop her son from staring at her. She sorta kinda remembered her life when she had been a stupid boring prude and wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing a sexy piece of ass frigging herself. I used to be so stupid! Then Eric yelled at her for spreading her legs so wide she was nudging the gear shift and almost put the car in park.
Finally, they arrived at the beach. Eric let Cindy carry their towels and bag, mostly to keep her hands busy so she didn’t keep playing with herself while they walked down to the water. She made sure to walk one foot in front of the other, her round ass jiggling for the eyes of everyone there. Especially Eric and his magic super-dick.
They walked until they found a spot with a little space around it and spread out some towels. Somehow, she had managed to forget sunscreen; as someone who looked good with a fair complexion, Cindy kept herself pale and knew she’d burn like an ant under a magnifying glass out here.
“Sorry hon, I got nothing. I’m sure you can find someone to loan you some.” She pouted, then skipped off to where a group of four teenage boys, maybe early twenty-somethings, were sitting around gabbing. They were nerdy-looking – two of them were playing handheld video games, even at the beach – and looked fairly stunned to see Cindy’s sexy, mostly-naked body standing before them, a shy smile on her face.
“Hey boys. I was wondering if you had any lotion I could use?” She rocked front to back on her feet. The boys stared at the way it made her tits bounce.
“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” one of them said, producing a bottle of SPF-40 from under his chair. He reached out to hand it to her, hand shaking like he was afraid he’d pop her like a bubble.
Cindy chirped her thanks, but then one of them, a skeezy-looking boy with some acne issues, ran around to head her off, his video game forgotten. “Wait wait wait!” He glared at the lack of ambition among his peers, then directed an unctuous smile at Cindy. “Sure you don’t need some help getting it on, babe?”
She grinned. One of the best parts of being a hot slut was that boys were eager to do things for her so she would fuck them. Glancing back, she saw Eric was watching with interest, and she had a hunch that he’d not mind. “Sure! Go ahead fellas.” She held her arms out to the sides and stood with her legs apart.
“Um, all of us?” the boy squeaked.
“I don’t care, as long as you don’t miss anyplace. I got so much skin out and I don’t wanna go home with a bright red tushy do I?” She explained patiently.
“No, no, we can’t have that,” he said, regaining some of his confidence, then to his friends, “I got the legs.”
Another one jumped to his feet. “I got her top!” and another, only slightly less enthused, “I got her back!” They immediately began squirting lotion on their hands and on her body parts, nearly fighting over who got the bottle first. Cindy just smiled as she felt three pairs of hands smearing the slimy oil on her body, luxuriating even in this clumsy amateur fondling. She had to remind them to get her calves, her feet, her arms, so attentive they were almost too attentive to her thighs, her stomach, her shoulders, her chest.
Meanwhile, the fourth boy just stood by watching enviously as his friends groped her. Still, they were nerdy teenage boys, and his friends were too shy to cover everything she needed covered – even with her standing by allowing their hands to roam as they would. When she was sure they’d covered as much as they were going to cover, she took a few steps forward toward the shy boy, his friends relinquishing their grasp on her as she put the small distance between them.
“Aww, you got left out, huh.” The boy nodded sullenly. “Well they missed a couple spots… would you be a dear and help out?” Another nod. She smiled, then tugged her top out of the way and let her tits out into full view.
He was still hesitant, so Cindy had to take his hands, put lotion in it, and put them on her. He stared goggle-eyed, then slowly began to massage her breasts; when they were good and covered, she turned around and thrust out her butt, which Skeezy had been too chickenshit to get while he was handling her thighs.
There was a long moment of waiting, her pussy dripping into her already-soaked bottoms, before she felt two tentative hands grasp her ass. They were cold from the lotion, and she moaned at the sensation. Soon he was fondling with abandon, squeezing and rubbing her cheeks with the vigor of the inexperienced.
“Lower,” she panted. He froze, then moved his hands down toward where her ass met her thighs. “No no – I meant deeper ,” she amended.
She had to ask three more times, including several whimpered please’s, before his hand was finally rubbing her cunt. Cindy groaned happily, humping herself against it, then giggled at her propensity for setting out to do something simple and having it lead to her giving out blowjobs or getting fingered on the beach.
She was super close to getting off when Eric finally came over and with a glance dismissed the boys. Cindy whined as her pussy was once more frustratingly empty.
The afternoon passed slowly. Cindy asked occasionally if it was time to fuck her yet. She tried not to be pesky, waiting as long as she could
between requests. (She’d tried counting to a thousand between asking, but she was so eager she kept counting by 100’s. And that was hard! The numbers got big so fast !)
Eric seemed to just want to relax – which for him, strangely, didn’t involve fucking her – and she soon just did her best to arouse his interest. She did stretches, splashed around in the shallow water, touched herself frequently, stayed a few feet in front of him while they walked down the beach so he could watch her ass. A few times he grabbed her waist and pulled her up against him, a few times kissed her – but that was it. It felt good, but she needed to cum again like she did earlier.
Thinking was no longer her strong suit, but for a prize like getting fucked again, she would try her best. What would push him over the edge and get his cock in her? She thought about how he’d had her go to work and behave like a little whore, the show she’d given everyone on the drive out and at the gas station, letting those boys feel her up…
Realizing he enjoyed showing off his little trophy fuck toy gave her new ideas. As the sun moved towards the horizon, she tried one plan after another. She went to the concessions stand and got them both ice cream, except “oopsie! I forgot my money!” soon turned into her letting the guy running the stand suck on her tits as payment. (His beard tickled, but she didn’t complain.) She joined some men playing volleyball and watched them throw the game as they lost themselves ogling her. She gave a lot of consoling hugs after making them miss the ball, and before long it was common practice to give her friendly pats on the ass – as teammates, of course. She saw a girl around her own age sitting by herself reading who kept looking up to check her out while they played; after the game, Cindy walked over and pushed the book out of the way and kissed her full on the lips. They made out for ten minutes before Cindy finally went back to see if Eric wanted to fuck the two of them together. He said he didn’t, but she should have her fun if she wanted. But the girl had run off. And either way, it would be pointless. She needed that pleasure that only he could give her.
