On #5, #6 and #7

The beach started to fill with college students. Sand was covered in blankets and towels. The sound of the waves was drowned out by Lil Wayne, Kanye and M.I.A.. I was getting a lot more options. I could be picky. Not about guys, but about location. I didn’t want to fuck in the ocean again—that experience should’ve been left in my imagination. And I wanted a little more privacy. I didn’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure.

I trolled the beach, searching for a good spot to have sex. Preferably not in the sand. I hate cleaning sand out of all my places. Ew not the bathrooms. They were constantly being used, and were never cleaned. Hmm my best option might be finding a guy who has a room in one of these hotels.

Then I saw it: the perfect location to use my three condoms. A small tent that someone set up. It was set up in the middle of the crowded beach, and hardly noticeable at all. That would be great. Now to find out who the tent belonged to.

I weaved my way through the crowd, ignoring cat calls and grabs at my arm. Two guys sat in front of the tent. Sunglasses, swim trunks and cheap beers. I stopped directly in front of them. They both checked me out. One asked, “Sup?”

I smiled, “What do you have going on in the tent?”

One guy glanced at his friend, then back to me, “Our bro is rolling a blunt in there. You want to join us when he’s done?”

“Sure,” I replied. “We going to smoke it in the tent?”

“Anything you want, baby girl,” he stood up and introduced himself. Then the other did as well. They seemed like nice guys. They passed my low bar, and were qualified to fuck me.

A guy with a backwards hat popped his head out of the tent, “It’s ready. Let’s light this bitch.” He started to crawl out of the tent.

His friend stopped him, “Stay in. We’re going to hot box the tent.”

Backwards hat looked confused, “It’ll be tight in here with three people.”

“And her,” the friend pointed to me.

Backwards hat’s eyes roamed by body.

I added, “I’m small. I can sit on a lap. You guys get in first.”

The guys packed into the tent. Once they settled, I crawled in after them. Shit it was small in here. I decided to lay across the group. My head in the lap of backwards hat, my ass resting in the lap of the middle, and my legs and feet on the third. The last one zipped the tent closed.

The flick of a lighter. The burn of the tobacco wrapping, then the poignant smell of marijuana. I looked up as backwards hat took the first hit. After blowing a cloud of smoke, he held the blunt down to my face. Looking at him, I wrapped my lips around the blunt, and inhaled. I held it in my lungs before blowing out. He passed the blunt on.

I said,”Thanks for letting me join you. I’m sorry it’s really crowded in here.”

“No problem. It’s not everyday you get to smoke a blunt with a little hottie in your lap.”

“Yeah for sure. And don’t be offended if I get a boner. Your ass is so soft.”

The third guy blew smoke, “Would it freak you out if I told you I had a foot fetish?”

I wiggled my toes in his lap, “You can touch them if you want. I don’t mind.”

His hands gently gripped my feet. His thumb methodically brushed the sand from my soles. I gave a hum of approval, “Mmm that feels nice.”

Backwards hat made small talk as we continued to pass the blunt, the interior of the tent a smoky haze, hopefully no one thought the tent was on fire. He asked, “Did you come here alone?”

“No. My friends are down the beach. I went for a walk to stretch out my legs.” I straightened myself, rubbing myself on all their bodies.

“Are they hot?” The guy in the middle asked. “You’ll have to introduce us to them.”

I rubbed my ass against his lap. Yup he was definitely getting a boner. I said, “Why? Am I not hot enough for you?”

Backwards hat cleared his throat, “Oh you’re plenty hot. But there’s only one of you, and three of us. Two of us are going to get left out.”

One guy massaging my feet, one dick growing hard against my ass, and another staring to poke the back of my head, I looked to each of them and said, “I’m not going to leave anyone out. If you want me, you can have me.” I reach into my top, and pulled out the condoms. “I have one of each of you.”

The middle one has just taken a hit, he choked at my words, and started having a coughing fit. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” I turned my head, the boner pressing against the fabric of the swim trunks now pressed into my cheek. “Have your way with me.”

They wasted no time: moving my top to the sides to expose my tits, squeezing my nipples, fingers plunging into my bottoms, rubbing my waxed smooth pussy to find my wet slit, my feet lifted to a mouth, my toes sucked on, a tongue tickling between each gap.

There was so much going on. It was chaos. I took control. “Hold up. Hold up. Pass me the blunt.” Pinching the small wet nub between my fingers, I took the final hit. “Okay. Let’s get some organization. You turn and sit this way with your legs facing the tent flap. Okay. I’m going to lay between your legs and suck your cock. You can put on that condom and prone bone me. And you can still fuck with my feet. Once you’ve come fucking me. Then get out of the tent to give us more room.”

Luckily they weren’t too high to follow directions, but it did take a lot of maneuvering in the crowded tent. Finally I had a hard dick in my hand, and my mouth wrapped around the tip. I felt my ass cheeks spread, then a cock head press against my wet opening. Finally it pushed in, and the guy moaned.

Backwards hat whispered, “Quiet dude,” then looked down at me. “Fuck you’re good at sucking cock.”

“Mmmhmmmm,” I agreed bobbing my head up and down his hard cock. The cock behind me thrusted in and out of my pussy. The guy had a nice rhythm. I hummed on the cock in my mouth in pleasure. I chose the right group of guys, even the foot massages and tongue bath was nice.

I stopped sucking, and gave encouragement with a light moan. “Oh yeah. Give it to me. Fuck you’re getting so deep!” (He wasn’t getting that deep, but he was giving me a lot of pleasure anyway. Guys just like to hear that.) “Ahhh keep fucking my little pussy.”

The encouragement worked. He increased to the perfect rhythm. He got me so close to the edge. But the problem with the increased rhythm is that it sent him over the edge faster. He came before I could.

Oh well. I had two more guys to take care of me.

He pulled out, and squeezed my ass one last time. “Fuck you’re hot. We gotta do this again.” He pulled back on his trunks, and slipped out of the tent.

I looked back to the foot fetish guy, and asked, “Do you want me on my knees? Doggy style?”

He looked bashful as he asked, “You do mind being on your back with your feet in the air?” It was too cute.

I said, “Sure. I’ll have to stop sucking your friend though.”

“That’s okay,” backwards hat said. “I’ve almost come in your mouth so many times already. It’s been **** distracting myself.”

I rolled on my back, and rested my head on his thigh. I raised my legs straight up in the air. I watched as he rolled the condom on. He scooted up against me. I rested my ankles on his shoulders. He pushed himself in

“Fuck,” I gasped. He seriously did go deep. He pulled out a little, and fucked me with short quick thrusts. He grabbed my feet, and brought them to his mouth. He massaged my soles as he sucked my toes. It felt nice, but it wasn’t getting me where I wanted to go.

I grabbed the hand of backwards hat, that was currently playing with my tits, and brought it to my clit. I rubbed his fingers in circles around my sensitive bundle of nerves. Once he got the motion, I let go, and let him pleasure me.

Oh fuck. This was perfect. My clit getting rubbed the exact way I liked it. My feet getting massaged. My wet pussy filled with a hard cock. Oh yes. I was so close. Mmmm I arched from the pleasure.

Then my feet started to tickle. I opened my eyes to see the guy lapping at the arches of my feet with his tongue. Then he spit on them. He pulled his cock of me, and ripped off the condom. He commanded, “Put your feet together!”

I obeyed. I put my feet together making a diamond with my legs. He brought my legs down, and stuck his hard cock through the small gap in my feet made by the arches. He fucked my feet hard and fast. Until he was stuttering and cum spurted out, covering my stomach.

He looked down at the white mess her made on my brown skin. It was my turn to command him, “Clean that up before you leave.”

He looked around for a towel or something to wipe it up. He wisely didn’t choose his swim trunks. Cum stains would be too obvious. Finally he bent down and licked his own cum off of my stomach. And honestly that was cleaner than what he licked off my feet.

After cleaning me, he put back on his swimsuit and went outside the tent. I could heard him high five his friend and congratulate each other.

The guy with the backwards hat rolled the condom onto his dick. He said, “I’d love to fuck you doggy style. Pound that fine ass.”

I shook my head, “Sorry. You don’t get to choose. Onto your back. I’m going to ride you.” I was making sure I came.

He stretched forward until his head was on the ground. His feet stuck out the flaps of the tent. I straddle him, and guided his cock into me. I sat down. Mmm. I didn’t care about his pleasure. I worked his cock with my hips until I found the right angle. Then I got into the right rhythm. Oh yes.

I grabbed his hand that was playing with my tits again. I brought it down to my clit. I used his thumb to work my clit in circles. He remembered the motion—smart guy. Yes perfect. I worked his cock, building my pleasure until it was ready to explode.

I reached up and pinched my nipples. The guy groaned and I felt his cock throbbing inside me. This wasn’t over yet! I kept working his cock, a race against the cum seeping out of the bottom of the condom.

Finally I reached the pinnacle of the mountain, and tumbled in the pleasure of my orgasm. Pleasure filling my core, and working through my body. Yes! This is what I wanted! This fleeting moment of bliss.

I took his cock out and rolled to the side.

He looked at me with amazement, “You are fucking incredible.”

I replied, “Thanks. That was good weed.”

I pulled back on my swimsuit. Made sure all my naughty parts were covered. I exited the tent into the bright light of the sun. My already low eyes, squinted smaller to adjust. I felt refreshed. Finally sex wasn’t on my mind anymore. I could find my friends, relax and hang out.

I waved bye to the guys, and said, “Find me next time you roll a blunt.” I walked away knowing they stared at my ass, and were going to remember me for the rest of their lives.