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I was in school in a beach town. It’s a miracle anyone went to class at all. And my boyfriend had his two childhood friends in town. I had the last Friday class, and we were all gonna spend the weekend at the beach. They had me meet them on the corner of my dorm, and told me they were all gonna be in their swimsuits, that in fact that’s all I’d need all weekend. They had blankets if we got cold while we slept under the stars.

So I was in my bikini.

Only they weren’t in their swimsuits, and they didn’t let me go up and get any clothes. They said they’d give me anything I needed.

I should have known before that point though. My boyfriend had been asking if he could distribute me with friends from day one. He loved to dirty talk about it, and I would say yes yes yes. And now here we were, in a car headed to the beach with two of his friends.

As soon as I didn’t protest too much about not getting to pack some clothes, they were all over me. I had to admit I could feel the electricity from the very begin, and I had his friends’ cocks in my hands before we’d gone 5 miles, and my bikini top was gone.

I have tiny tits but they didn’t say anything about them, they just got me into position so one could fuck me while the other used my mouth, my boyfriend watching in the rearview mirror, but actually doing a fair job keeping the car steady and the right speed.

I loved it. These two gangly, strong guys had me exactly how they wanted me, and it was like my body was made to be fucked in this car. I was just over 5′, 100 lbs even, dainty and petite and I could just fit horizontally with one cock deep in my throat and the other bare in my pussy. When they were done, I went up and sucked his cock while he drove, keeping it in my mouth the rest of the way to the beach after he’d finished. He looked down on me so sweetly while he steered.

It didn’t stop when we got to the beach. I really didn’t have to bring clothes. They’d take me together, or come back one at a time from the ocean and have me behind one of the dunes. They’d get dressed, head off by themselves or in pairs, getting liquor or sandwiches or weed, then come back and take their turn getting their cock warmed as we hung out.

I didn’t sleep more than 2 hours at a time, I’d all the time be woken up by one of them to take care of their cock somehow before they fell back asleep.

I couldn’t talk by Sunday, my throat was so used. My pussy was raw from fucking and sand. Their cocks were far past shooting blanks.

I didn’t even care that I had only managed to get my bikini bottoms on when I walked back to my dorm room and they’d dropped me off. I was sandy and sunburned and completely worn out.

It took 3 showers for me to stop finding cum in my hair, or sand in my pussy. My boyfriend broke up with me days later. He said he couldn’t look at me the same way, and I agreed. I wasn’t a girlfriend type of girl, I was a slut. A hookup. It didn’t make sense for us to be exclusive anymore.

NSFW: yes

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