Go with Amy and Liz

What better place to find some more “companions” than at the beach?

“Sure, why not?” you say.

“Great! Then let’s get going.” Amy says, pulling you and Liz out the door. The three of you make your way to the parking lot, get in Amy’s car (not a hover car, you’re disappointed to see), and set off. On the way, the three of you make small talk while you play with Amy’s breasts, just to remind yourself that you can.

By the time you finally make it to the beach, you’re practically bursting with excitement (and other emotions). When you open the door, you take a moment to savour it. People crowd the boardwalk, stroll across the beach, and play in the ocean. Half of those people are women. And most of them are pregnant. There are women at all stages of pregnancy, from barely showing bumps, to those whose bellies are practically bursting. So many preggos, each one an option for you to fuck silly.

As you continue to observe the beachgoers, you are hit with another realization. Most of the them are wearing regular beach wear; shorts, shirts, swimsuits, bikinis. However, there are a not insignificant amount of people, men and women, that are walking around buck naked with nobody batting an eye. You blink a few times in confusion, before turning to Amy.

“Was this always a nude beach?” you ask.

“‘Nude’ beach? What are you talking about?” Amy asks. “You don’t need a special beach to be naked.” She gives you another worried look before whispering so Liz doesn’t hear. “John, are you sure you’re alright? I can take you back to the apartment.” Whoops. Better lay off the questions for now, at least to Amy. Considering her reply, you suppose it makes sense. With people fucking in the open, there’s probably less of a nudity taboo.

“I already told you, I’m fine,” you say, giving her a french kiss and a slap on the ass (God! It feels good to do that whenever you want). “Besides, wouldn’t want to ruin Liz’s big day.” Amy still looks a bit concerned, but drops the topic when Liz gets out of the car. Instantly, most of the men in the immediate area sniff and turn towards her. Three or four start walking over. You’re mildly surprised that only a few of them are being drawn to Liz, but you guess that the permission to impregnate a woman doesn’t come with an all encompassing instinct to actually do so.

“Welp, looks like it’s started then,” Liz says as she walks over to the front of the car. “Hey man, how’s it going,” she says genially to the first guy to reach her; a heavily pierced surfer dude.

“Not bad. You?” He says, unzipping his pants. Liz leans over the hood of the car to give him easier access. The next thing she says is cut off by a yelp as the guy rams his rod straight into her pussy.

“Hey! Watch it bub! I’m still new at this!” she growls, even as he continues to plow her. “Amy, John. Looks like I’m going to be here for a while.” She says, looking at the growing line behind the surfer. “Save some cake for me.” And with that, she pulls out her cellphone and starts going through her texts.

It’s all so casual. You watch, nonplussed and aroused, as a complete stranger fucks your friend’s younger sister. People pass by with barely a glance (except for the occasional guy who joins the line). Even Amy just nods and starts walking down the boardwalk.

“You coming John?” she asks. Amy cares more about what you’re doing than the line of men waiting to ravage her sister’s pussy until her womb is filled to the brim. You take a deep breath, barely keeping your hand out of your pants, before thinking about her question. What are you going to do now? Should you go with Amy? Get in line and wait to have your way with Liz again? Go and check out some of the ladies on the beach?