And swells rise

Kirsty rode the swell, getting her feet beneath her as she felt the insurmountable strength of the ocean begin to carry her forward. It was always humbling, to let yourself become swept along atop something so surging and primal. These same waves had been crashing against this shore since far before any funny, pink apes had first tried to take a ride on them… and would presumably still be churning away at the coastline in the centuries to come when we had all blown each other to hell or jetted off to Mars or whatever.

Surfing naked had rapidly jetted up to the very top of the things Kirsty wanted to be doing at any moment in time… even beyond everything else that happened in the Cove, away from prying eyes. She could see the spindly and surrounded figure of Nichol already partaking in some of those other activities on the shore… but didn't want to be distracted by it right now. For the moment, Poseidon was her only lover, lifting her up and tossing her around with a casual strength that all those silly boys could only dream of emulating. Cool spray splashed up between her nether regions, refreshing and exciting her in every possible way. Balance, muscles, focus. There was a rhythm to it that wasn't entirely unlike lovemaking… and a heart-thumping rush that might almost rival orgasm.

For a few precious instants, the wall of water beside her caught the sun and became a mirror. Reflecting the teen's perky breasts and flowering curves back at her in all their growing glory. Kirsty was not a particularly vain girl, by any means… but seeing herself in such a manner made it very hard to be anything except body-positive for once. She could trace out her fingers to caress that shimmering image and recognise that art and physical beauty and raw sexuality were all one and the same in nature, disentangled from the shame and spite of more ‘civilised’ appreciations. She looked extremely fuckable right now… and could allow herself the chance to admit it.

Then the wave began to curl and break, and Kirsty had to concentrate on the task at hand once more. While the Cove certainly got its share of great waves, it was the tricky approach back to shore that kept it safe from being a more popular surf spot. One wrong move at the wrong moment would be a good way to get your bare ass shredded on the jutting rocks. Thankfully, there was always another option: Rhod was wading out to meet her. Being scooped up into the arms of the big, friendly giant was just a simple way to avoid the risk… no point in playing the hero when you had all your most **** bits on full display.

As expected, she did soon find herself plucked skyward by the strong arms of her closest male friend. Rhod was a strange one… gigantic, but as gentle as they come. He could presumably have been some sporty jock, if it wasn’t for the nerdy, awkward shyness his oversized stature enforced. It was hard not to love the great, jolly lump: he was so simple, straight-forward and carefree… yet most girls at school seemed to avoid him like the plague. It made Kirsty so mad. Bitches didn’t know what they were missing!

He chucked her board over to the shoreline, able to sling Kirsty’s wet, naked body to one hip like she was a mere toddler. The girl wasn’t about to claim she was the tallest thing around… but it still always amazed her just how much like a toy doll she felt when ensconced in his arms. With one smooth movement, he had flipped her upside down and held her dangling there: face to face with his swim shorts. She laughed aloud. That was the other good thing about Rhod… he never hid what he was after. The inverted teenager wrapped her ankles around behind the young man’s ears, locking herself into some tentative level of security. Up above, in what was normally down below, Kirsty felt her friend already burying his face between her thighs. It was so rare to find a boy of their age who wasn’t afraid to go tongue delving, yet another reason why he was a keeper.

Without hesitation, she popped open those shorts… freeing what throbbed within. Both Kirsty and Nichol had learned to suck cock by swallowing down this particular length. Being upside down added some extra complications, and certainly more of a headrush… but it actually seemed to help with the mechanics of deepthroating. The well-practised teen sword-swallower gripped the back of her friend's legs and let his hips begin pushing forward to meet her. Over the course of her sexual explorations up to now she had come to realise she actually quite liked being facefucked. The dirty, drooling sensation of being able to do little more than concentrate on relaxing her throat as some swollen, helmeted lump buried itself among her breathing apparatus. Below and around, the sound of the waves mixed in with the cries of gulls and the increasingly loud moans of her other bestie. Joined now by the involuntary gurgles and gargles of her own.