Life at its fullest

Of course, eventually it could be avoided no longer. The various boys had been circling her naked form like sharks since the moment they had all arrived. Kirsty enjoyed the tease, the test of their patience. The subtle brush against tightening swim-shorts and unsubtle flaunt of everything she had on show. It made her chuckle to catch them out of the corner of her eye, jaws dragging on the floor as she stretched out her legs before hitting the surf; or to patently ignore their all-to-obvious plays for attention as they jostled and boasted between themselves as near to her as they dared.

Nichol had no time for such games and charades, she had always been a lot more direct in her approach. Yet Kirsty was in no rush… everyone knew they'd get a taste of her eventually. It didn't hurt to build up a little anticipation before the event. To get the juices flowing on all sides. To get all those sweat-glistened teenage musculatures warmed up by play fighting with one another. She watched them throwing each other about and let her imagination pick up where it would soon be her own lithe body being tossed back and forth. They actually played a game of rock-paper-scissors over who got to fuck her first. The teenage trophy watched the contest in salivating amusement, feeling strangely turned on at the thought that her own innards were the prize.

When the winner was declared, she strode over to straddle him herself. Pushing him down to the ground and planting her knees either side of his hips. She sat down into his lap as if it was a throne none other would ever have claim to, watching the wonder gleam in his eyes. To this random selection of unpopular young men, it seemed Kirsty and Nichol might as well have been goddesses… or some unfathomable fae spirits of the wilds at least. No-one else would grant them everything their hormone-ravaged bodies ached for, so freely and eagerly. The power over them this granted the two enchantresses felt addictive and giddying. Out in the real world they might be middle-grade nobodies, but here at the Cove they ruled minds and souls. Sex was the currency of this place, and it flowed continuously and fluidly.

Kirsty felt the boy enter her and relaxed back into his arms to ease the descent. She didn’t think she recognised his awe-struck face… must be another newcomer to this supposedly secret retreat. Although, the young lady had to admit… their names and faces did all start blending together after a while. The tight, squelching friction of two bodies slowly becoming one rolled up through her spine. The sense of her own inner barriers slowly opening up to the possibility of yet another invader making himself at home. Flesh within flesh, skin against skin: there really was no greater thrill to sink herself onto. Of course, once again there was the slight nervousness that no condoms had ever seemed to make it to this quiet patch of coastline… but her little morning pills had seemed to hold strong so far. She could only hope they would continue to do so against the certain barrage of testing they were about to receive.

She began to move. The slow, tentative bounce of a lovemaking session not quite yet loosened and lubricated enough by anticipation alone. Her surf-toned calves and thighs beginning to catch the tempo of her own increasing heartbeat and the mixed sensations of budding pleasure within her depths. There was a slight sting, as her taut young passages rejected recent memories of swimming in salt water and came around to the idea that this was their true purpose. Yet Kirsty was not one to let such temporary discomfort hesitate her. She reached up to cup her own breasts and doubled down her own pace. Letting her naked self bathe in the sun and the sea wind and the knowledge that so many eyes were watching her screw some stranger in full view on a public beach. This was real life, she reminded herself giddily. This was what she came here to experience, again and again… while other girls her age wasted themselves scraping away at studies or silly dreams of the perfect marriage.

Kirsty felt the restraint break in the crowd of hungry onlookers. They could no longer hold back the deep urges that watching her dredged up. She felt one sidle in behind, and knew her second dark star was soon to be explored. The teen slut did not mind… experiments with anal had come very quickly after she had first let Nichol unceremoniously shove a borrowed dildo deep between her thighs. It was a sordid delight all of its own: to feel two seperate, swollen entities pushing their way through her. To feel the out of time meeting of their thrusts and throb pressing against her inner walls, squeezing the spark of nerves between them.

Of course, they were not the only pillars of flesh she was presented with. Her gasping gullet was soon shoved into as well, curdling her moans into muffled hums. Each hand was given a shaft to grip, forcing a complicated puzzle of rhythm-game movements. All in all, it coalesced into an utter overstimulation of desires and sensations. An all-encompassing barrage of cocks and complications. All Kirsty could do was let go and ride the storm: like a meeting of breakers at the shoreline. Let the waves of pleasure ripple through her and concentrate on whichever fleshy pillar seemed most insistent in the moment. Time had no meaning, only the ache of her muscles and the twitch of whomever was currently inside her.

One after another… they came. Punctuating her own climactic orgasms with sticky showers of gunk. Who knew how many loads were pumped toward her womb or bowels? Every time something deflated and dripping was dragged out of her, it was only replaced by another… some bigger, some smaller. Perhaps she remembered another few cars rattling their way onto the beach, filled with a fresh batch of strangers eager to meet her. Perhaps she remembered wrapping her arms around Nichol's equally exhausted shoulders and sharing a semen-soaked kiss as yet more haphazard thrusts pushed their bodies together.

At some point the sun set, and they were then being fucked by firelight. The flicker of the flames casting strange shadows over the silhouetted figures invading them. It was all just part and parcel with the dirty, diabolical magic of the Cove and their time there. The wet slap of sore genitals as even the last of them were unwilling to give up such a rare chance to push past what could possibly be considered sane or healthy. Seizing their youth by its insatiable libido and hurling themselves together, until finally they could collapse comatose together in a heap.

Some unknown hour later, Kirsty woke up… barely able to open her eyes. Dried sweat and spunk flaked from her everything, gumming up her hair and dripping from her every entrance. She pulled herself free from whichever now-flaccid entrant had last pushed inside her and stood up to go relieve herself. Up above, the heavens opened… vast with sparkle and promise. She wondered… would she remember this feeling? When the drudgery of the world had finally claimed her; in two decades time as some middle-aged cougar with a sensible job. Would she even still know Nichol? Catching up over coffee with a twinkle in their eyes over shared memories they didn't dare bring up in polite company. Who knew…?

But for now she went back to lie herself among that tangle of naked bodies. Tomorrow it would start all over again… and she would be certain to beat her own record. You were only young once.