Beach-y ball

The half naked bodies of Barbie and Aly tumbled out onto the pavement of the empty parking lot when the car door opened and the girls lost their support for their post sex make out section. Aly still wore her shorts while Barbie now wore Aly’s discarded shirt. A shadow towered over them as they gazed up to the imposing figure of a tall and strong black woman.

“Here girls, I got you a couple of towels. Wrap yourselves up and go get dressed in that bathroom over there.” The shadow now covered their entire bodies as Bi threw two towels on top of the girls so their nude forms would be out of view from any passerby.

Aly gracefully got to her feet and wrapped her towel with a fold right over her bust, but Barbie got up in a hurry and had hers stuck over her head and was fighting it like a very annoyed furry ghost.

“You got the wrong half covered!” Bi let out a high pitch as she pulled the towel from the girl’s head and hastily wrapped it around her naked bottom. “There's a hut with a bathroom a couple meters from here, take the backpack and go change. I packed a couple different pieces in case you wanted more options.” Bi shoved it onto Barbie’s arms, who could not help but utter,

“Yes mommy! I-I mean—”

“Bathroom. Now!” Bi commanded and Barbie could do nothing but obey with a rising blush. As she passed Aly, a slap, a yelp, and a gleeful giggle could be heard over the parking lot.

Bi put her head inside the car to address me.

“And you: just pull your shorts back up, you should be good.”

“Yes ma’am!” I threw a fake salute her way as I did as she said.

I got out of the car and, for the first time, actually managed to appreciate the beach since we arrived. A strong midday sun, a salty and comfortable wind, and the tranquil sound of the waves all greeted me into this start of an afternoon. I walked around the car to get to Bi and only now did I appreciate her choice of attire: she had chosen a very skimpy navy blue bikini, decorated with small golden flowers throughout.

“Appreciating my choice,owner?” She deftly modeled it for me.

“You never disappoint, Bi.” I responded as I admired the thin line of the bikini entering her toned ass. It was practically a thong. “I just didn’t notice you had changed until literally just now.”

“You three were so focused on each other back there, you wouldn’t have noticed a slap coming your way until it hit you over the face.”

“Yeah…” toned ass… “Hum- anyway! Barbie has pretty great taste in bikinis.” I scrambled to not seem like I was leering, even if I suspected she didn’t mind.

“Yeah, the girl certainly has… a particular taste for her style. It is not a style I’d use much on my day to day, but her clothes really do fit well on the body, I’ll give her that.”

“Uhmm, damn right they do.”

She gave me a little shake of her ass and I almost lost it right then and there. But the calls of our companions distracted me enough to snap me out of it. Both girls had changed into fresh clothes, and I liked to see that each had done so in their own unique way: Barbie had chosen a similarly skimpy bikini to Bi, but hers was all black and decorated with small skulls, it emphasized her waist and her thick thighs. I could also notice that she had applied black lipstick, that she was wearing a small choker, and that her pale skin shimmered with a thin layer of sunscreen. She was also clutching something in her hand.

Aly had embraced a different look, she had put her longer hair up on a messy bun and wore a simple bright red bikini bottom, but instead of a matching top, she had a white shirt with red stripes tied up right below her bust. You could see the outline of her breasts peeking through and bouncing lightly as she skipped over with the backpack hanging on her shoulder.

“You girls look amazing.” I complimented them. I hadn’t grasped at any more eloquent words to describe them, but I didn’t need to. It was the truth.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, owner.” Aly complemented back. I looked down at my shorts and shirtless tan chest. Certainly fit, but with no specific muscle definition to show for it.

“No need to flatter me Aly, I’m already sleeping with you.”

“It’s not flatter. It’s the truth.” She smiled at me. I smiled back.

“Well, I think you two look great.” Bi interposed us, still making sure I was looking at her good side. “But damn girl, aren’t you riding the edge of common decency at the beach?” She directed a pointed look at Aly’s chest.

“Well, I like riding the edge.” She gave us a mischievous wink. “And look at you, big girl Bi, you took up modeling? I like it, it suits you.” Aly jabbed at her with a playful smirk.

“Just doing what pleases my owner.” Bi challenged her back with a smirk in return.

Bi made sure to keep my eyes on her swaying backside as she thrusted her chest alluringly towards Aly, who was biting her lip in anticipation and excitement for what the black woman had in mind for her newest target audience. That is why I completely missed a blushing Barbie approaching me on my other side.

“Oh, hi, what are you doing here? I mean, I know why you are here on the beach with us, you asked to, but like, uhm, here, here? Hi!” Oh God, could she see me blushing? Why am I so nervous about this? We’re all consenting adults.

“Hi, yeah. There’s, uh, I forgot to give you this.” She was struggling to meet my eyes too. We couldn’t decide if we either looked down, at each other, or at the tantalizing show happening mere feet away.

Thankfully, the object she was handing me drew my attention. It was a sheet of paper, crumpled up in one corner from her clutching it tightly. It displayed a pitch black background with pink circular details on the corners that took the form of hearts. The text on this paper read, with pink letters, the same as the other two that came before it:

Certificate of Ownership.

This certificate declares for all due purposes that Barbara Dias is now property of Alexander Rodriguez.

“Here is my certificate. It took a while, but I’m finally giving it to you, its actual owner.” Her voice shook with anticipation as she handed it over, waiting for my response.

Her Certificate of Ownership. So much had happened today, since I had met Barbie again, that I had completely forgotten about it. Three certificates for three girls. The match was now complete and I wondered for a second where this whole thing might be going. Until a particularly loud moan distracted both me and Barbie, and got us to look back at the other two girls.

Bi’s hands roamed through Aly’s body, one grabbed a breast over the shirt while the other held a firm grasp on her hair. Both of Aly’s hands held tightly to the stronger woman’s firm asscheeks as her mouth traced circles of kisses around the dark skin of her neck and her jaw. One pair of lips kissed. The other curled itself into a smirk. And then bit itself to stifle any more noises from coming out.

“I see we have a hypocrite in our midst!” I shouted in their direction.

“No we do not.” Bi responded matter of factly. “I said no nudity business on the beach and we’re just making out, no funny business yet.”

Aly wanted to cower in her shyness from being called out, but Bi did not let go of her one bit, so she settled for hiding her face in her own hands.

“I like where that ‘yet’ seems to be going…” I insinuated with a wink.

“Ok, folks!” Barbie clapped to get all of our attention. “We have been on the beach for a few minutes now and haven’t done anything ‘beach-y’ yet (don’t laugh, Alex) besides ogling some hot people.”

Some of us threw her confused looks, so she explained.

“Yes, we are all hot, but we can ogle and touch each other’s bodies at home. We have a beach day to begin!”

“You mean a ‘beach-y’ d…”

“Don’t start with me, owner! You.” She took Bi’’s hand off of Aly’s chest. The muscular woman let herself be dragged towards the sand. “You’re gonna come with me and enjoy the beach, away from certain buzzkill people.” Bi couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the young girl's exaggerated reaction. Barbie’s stride remained resolute.

As they walked away, I leaned on Aly’s shoulder and couldn’t stop myself from saying,

“Wow, what a ‘beach-y’ behavior, huh?”

I could hear her trying and failing to contain her muffled laughter from behind her hands. I gently plucked one of her hands away from her face and spotted the smile in her eyes.

“You ok behind the curtain?”

“I’m wonderful.” She properly held my hand and laced her fingers with mine. “C’mon, let’s get ‘beach-y’ together.”

Down by the sand, the girls had already gotten started on their beach activities. Barbie had gotten a volleyball and was talking with some people around the court, probably asking around to see who’d be down to play. By the time Aly and I got there, she, Bi, and a pair of lifeguards that were on break had organized a game together.

I picked one of the freely available chairs on the beach and sat on a spot behind our girls. Aly, however, instead of following my lead, sat right on my lap.

“Aren’t you gonna, uh, grab a chair?” My surprised face could say it all.

“And miss the best seat in the house? Not a chance.”

Barbie was too excited to wait any longer, she pushed for the game to begin immediately, leaving me no chance to react.

There were a couple other people around, some friends of the lifeguards, other players who were finished with their games, some random beach onlookers, which made it even more surprising when Aly began slowly gyrating her hips and grinding against me.

“You like what you’re seeing, huh? I can tell.”

We were just far enough from the other spectators that she could whisper low enough so only I would hear.

“Aly… you sure this is a good idea?” I moved my hand to push her away from my hips.

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?” She put her hand over mine.

My hesitation was enough of an answer.

“Thought so.” She moved our hands to her thigh.

I focused my attention on the game so I wouldn’t do anything stupid. Barbie was playing aggressively, trying to get points no matter the risk, and Bi was supporting her quite well, covering the back of their court and giving assistance on her attacks. The other team wasn’t half as bad too, a man and a woman, both still in lifeguard uniforms, both predictably very fit and very tan, the woman had bleached blond hair and the man’s was dark black. Their style of play was very defensive, so it wasn’t always easy for our girls to get some points, but it was even harder for the couple, they were so focused on defending that they barely managed to attack effectively.

Of course, the longer the game went, the harder it was to pay attention to the strategies in play, and the harder it was to look away from the sweaty, shining, and voluptuous bodies on display. Thanks to Aly’s stealth ministrations, it was all my eyes could focus on.

“Liking the view, owner? Those two beautiful asses bouncing up and down for your pleasure. I know you like when Bi’s ass tightens hard as a rock right before a big jump. I know you like Barbie’s ass and tits bouncing whenever she gets excited and scores a point. I can feel you down there. Are you imagining those asses hugging tight around your dick? Maybe sitting on your face while you pleasure them and those sweaty thighs crush your head?”

It was almost impossible not to stare at them by now, especially with such colorful commentary. The game had been going on for a little while so all the players had a thin layer of sweat shining on their skins. Seeing those droplets running down over the salt on the girls’ tense backs, their heaving breasts, their long legs, drawing attention to all those beautiful forms. I was even looking at the opposing player too, her toned body, not as soft as Barbie’s, but not as strong as Bi’s. Her tan skin, not as pale nor not as dark as any of my girls’, her firm breasts and bubble but, she was yet another unique and alluring beauty to admire. If I wasn’t careful, there could be some very messy consequences in the near future. For my pants, mostly.

The most logical solution might have been to tell Aly to stop. She was my property after all, she would have **** but to obey. The thing is, I wasn’t thinking with logic in my mind at that moment and, perhaps most importantly, I wasn’t sure I wanted her to stop either.

So that was not the solution I embraced. Instead I placed my arm over her breasts, thankfully she didn’t notice as she kept ogling the people playing and giving me her moves and createful commentary. Then I began to trace my arm back and forth, making sure to stealthy massage her nipples the best I could without drawing anyone’s attention. Hopefully I was stealthy enough. I could see some minor changes, her cheeks were slightly redder and now and again she’d pause her speech to stifle a quiet moan, but it was clearly not enough to dissuade her from turning me on. I noticed she was currently checking out the opposing team, both the woman and the man, so I decided to go for that.

“I can see what you like too, Aly.” I whispered, interrupting her and catching her off guard. “Those fit, tanned forms pressed against your body, her bare breasts pressed against your own, his pecks pressed against your back. Their mouths, kissing you all over.”

She tried to speak, but only a whimper came out. Thankfully, her attempts to egg me on had done a lot to get her motor running. Her breath was faster, her legs were now closed and rubbing each other, but she hadn’t stopped grinding on me, she had actually picked up her pace. And I kept on whispering in her ear.

“I know you like it, I can feel you trembling. Imagine her hand caressing between your legs, his dick rubbing up against your ass, ready to enter whenever you give him permission. Their hands caressing your legs, your breasts, their mouths kissing your neck, your mouth, taking turns making out with you. They’re hungry for you.”

Her breath was ragged, she wasn’t talking anymore. My dick was hard, we were grinding non-stop. If nothing stopped us, either of us was going to reach an explosive finish very, very soon.

Screams rang out all over the court. People gawked in alarm as a volleyball sailed through the air straight towards the two of us. I had just enough time to throw our bodies into the sand before the ball hit the chair at full ****, knocked it over, and rolled away.

“Sorry sorry sorry, I almost hit you guys! Are you ok?” The female player from the opposing team came running through the court to help us up.

Our girls were closer though, so Barbie and Bi got us to our feet.

“Are you alright? That ball zoomed right past you!” Barbie asked me as she helped me stand.

“Yeah, I think we are ok. Just a bunch of sand all over now.” I answered them, as I turned to check on Aly. Bi was checking in on her apprehensively, but once the brunette nodded to us that she was ok, we all calmed down.

Then, Bi furrowed her brow and took a more inquisitive look. She brushed a hand against Aly’s flushed cheek, looked both of us up and down and whispered,

“You two have been up to funny business. You, hide that erection before anyone sees it.” She quickly turned us around so our backs would be facing the crowd.

“I am so sorry, are they alright?” The female player came over to check on us.

“They’re fine, they’re just… a bit rattled.” Bi answered before we could. “They just need to take a walk, take a breather, so they can compose themselves, isn’t that right?” She threw us some very pointed looks.

“That’s good to hear!” The woman sighed in relief. “I’ll just take back the ball and…”

“We’ll bring it back, don’t worry.” Bi answered quickly once again. “We’ll just make sure our friends calmed down from the spook and then we’ll be back to the game. You can go tell everyone that everything is alright now.”

“Oh… ok.” The woman returned, perhaps a bit confused on why she was following orders so quickly.

After she was at a safe distance, Bi turned her eyes back to us with a very intense look.

“Sorry, I think we just got carried away.” Aly whispered, sheepishly.

“Got carried away with what?” Barbie questioned, looking back and forth between the three of us, confused.

“Nothing Barbie, do me a favor and go grab the ball?” Bi asked her.

“Yes ma– sure thing!” And there she went.

“So, I guess I should apologize too. Sorry.” I said. “But, the good news is: nothing bad happened!” I tried giving it some positive emphasis to see if it would work.

“Yeah, I can see that from her nipples poking out from her shirt and your dick from your pants.” Bi hissed back. I guess it didn’t work.

“Wait, they were fucking?!” Barbie was back at some lightning speeds.

“No, Barbie, and speak quietly.” the black woman hissed. “They were just…”

“...grinding?” Aly ventured a helpful comment.

“Not much better.” Bi finished. She then sighed. “Look, why don’t you two go for a walk, cool off your heads?”

“Yeah, I think that’s for the best.” I said.

I looked at the distance, in the opposite direction from the crowd we had come from, and spotted an ice cream cart traveling from the other side of the beach in our direction. “Say, Aly, would you be up for some ice cream right about now?”

“Now and always, owner!” she smiled.

I pointed the traveling cart to her and we both took off running towards it. That is, until Bi’s strong hands held us in place.

“Hang on just a second you two. I hate to do this owner, but I’m gonna need you both to promise me, right now: no sex or nudity on the beach.”

“Even though we haven’t broken that promise yet?” I asked sarcastically.

“I’m serious you two! I don’t want anything bad happening to you, especially something we could have prevented.” I could feel the worry in her voice, so I answered honestly this time.

“Sorry Bi. I promise.”

“Yeah, we promise.” Aly agreed.

Satisfied with our answers, she let us go and we took off towards the ice cream cart.

After a minute of quietude, Barbie piped up,

“So… you think we could also grind afterwards?”

“Oh my God Barbie!” Bi exclaimed, exasperated, but she also couldn’t hide how cute she found the goth girl for asking. “Do you want to win a volleyball match today, or do you wanna do something we could do at someone’s place later?”

“I want to fucking win!” The girl was motivated.

“Then let’s go!”

“With maybe a celebratory rump afterwards!” And focused on her goals.

Bi rolled her eyes, took a moment to smile to herself, and jogged back to the game.