Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events that follow is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to LadyCibelle for her editing to make this a better story.
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The first day I met the others at the starting point. There were just six of us and we came from all over the country.
Donnel was a 23 year old, heavyweight black man with a great sense of humor and an equally great appetite. Sean was a 22 year old Italian American who was rather moody but athletic. Mary Beth was a 21 year old college student with long brown hair and better looks than most high fashion models. Brittany was a 20 year old with short blonde hair and attractive face marked with acne. Traci was a 21 year old African-American who was rather quiet and exuded intelligence.
And then there was me. I was a 19 year old from a growing Atlanta suburb. I had just finished my freshman year in a Florida college and was still trying to decide what I wanted to be. I had done pretty well in school, making the Dean's List both semesters but had no illusions that things wouldn't get progressively harder. So, the eight weeks of being on Road Rules was a welcome break from school, a chance to make some new, diverse friends, and hopefully time to reflect on my life's direction. I told them to call me Nathan or Nate.
The first order of business was to pick up our motor home, which would be our only shelter for the life of the project. It was not huge but, at least, it turned out to be large enough to sleep six without having to convert the eating booth, which could be used in a pinch. Donnel elbowed everybody out of the way and claimed the lower single side bunk. Sean took the upper single side berth. Mary Beth and Brittany had dibs on the double bunk above the front seats. That left the double bunk in back so I walked back and lay down, deciding quickly that I had the best option. I had forgotten about Traci until she walked in and lay down beside me, asking "Do you mind if I sleep with you?"
"Not at all" I said sincerely.
We all spent a few minutes stowing our baggage near our selected bunks. Our initial message from the director said that we would have three days to get used to the RV and sample life on the California beach before we got our first direction. We decided to take a dip in the surf which was only a couple of football fields from where the RV was parked. We all changed to swimsuits and I got my first surprise: with only the outer door being closed, everyone changed without being concerned about privacy.
Traci stripped naked in front of me and fumbled with her bikini, which was in a tangle that she had not bothered to correct before she undressed. Not to be outdone, I skimmed out of my clothes and pulled over my trunks but she stopped me by asking for my help in untangling her bikini. Naked as jays, we huddled together and worked on the little strings. When I got a hard-on, Traci giggled but said that it was pretty good sized.
As I got her strings undone, she reached for the little garment but her left hand grasped my tool and squeezed it for a few moments. I cupped a handful of her ass but then someone called and we hastily got dressed. However the bulge in my trunks didn't leave a lot to the imagination and all the others commented about it and laughed. Traci said that they were just jealous.
The ocean was cool and warm at the same time, giving an overall fantastic feeling. We cavorted playfully and aimlessly for a while. However knowing how this game was usually played, I decided to find out as much as I could about the other players. Sitting in waist-deep water, I bounced over to where Brittany was and asked if I could talk to her. She came over and got in my face, splashing water at me playfully. For a while we just played with each other and then I began to ask questions about her background. I found out that she was from a large family, her hometown was a small Kentucky place, her high school class graduated 119 seniors, college, and she was a cheerleader and in both the FFA and FHA groups, even the fact that she had no current boyfriend although she had several exes.
As time progressed Brittany was sitting on my folded-up legs, her hot lithe body pressed up against mine. Even though I had encountered a number of sexually uninhibited girls during the last college year, I still had not gotten used to girls who dealt with guys as if sex was a non-issue, okay if they did, okay if they didn't. Brittany seemed to be one of those and she could not have sat where she did without knowing that she was having a dramatic effect on my libido ... my cock was trying to punch her in the ass.
Without breaking off the recitation of her ex-boyfriends and why they had become exes, she pulled my cock through the loose leg of my trunks, pushed the crotch of her bikini panties to one side and sat back on my tool, letting it be swallowed by her cunt. It was such a matter-of-fact move that it was done before I even thought about the impact it might have on the team dynamic. I looked around but the other four were chasing a ball in the surf and no one was paying any attention to us.
Brittany didn't try to fuck me really, just sat on my shaft and the wave action caused her to ride gently up and down. As our conversation lagged, I felt the pressure in my balls build and suddenly I was spurting cum into Brittany's cunt. After I'd finished cumming, she gave me a little wink and eased off my lap, pulling our suits back into place.
I said "I'm sorry."
"What for? I thought you liked it."
"I loved it. I'm sorry I didn't help you get off."
"Oh, honey, you did. I'm pretty good at hiding my orgasms. I had three while your thang was in me. We've got to do it again sometime real soon," she said in her Kentucky drawl. She bent over and gave me a peck on the cheek, probably to keep from raising suspicion from other members.