This story is a work of fiction. No one in this story who is portrayed as being engaged in sexual activity is under the age of 18. They are all consenting adults.
There were no close neighbors on either side of the cabin so there was a great deal of privacy. They decided to wear display suits. Instead of swimwear, the men wore rings around the base of their cocks. They would give themselves a hardon (or have one of the girls do it, and the ring would restrict the blood flow back out of the cock so it helped maintain an erection for a longer period of time. They also wore rings that extended under their ball sack but over the top of the base of their cock so that it lifted their equipment up and out. It looked very sexy to see the men lifted up and out and swinging in the breeze when they walked.
The girls also wore display suits. At first glance they might have looked like one piece string micro bikinis, but upon closer inspection, the triangles that should have covered their nipples and areolas only framed them. No cloth covered them. The same was true of their pussies. Their outer lips, inner lips and clits were completely exposed, only outlined by the straps of the display suit. In addition, Rags wore long dangling earrings with matching nipple jewelry, navel jewelry and jewelry attached to rings in her inner labia. Until they actually played volleyball the girls also wore three inch wedge sandals.
At 1:25 the flotilla started to arrive -- three boats in all, five guys and five girls. "Let's give them a proper welcome," Rags said to Pat. They went out to the waterline to greet the guys and both Pat and Rags welcomed each guy with a hug, a kiss, and by caressing their packages.
The girls in the flotilla understood that Phil and Matt would be hesitant to greet them the same way for fear of being accused of inappropriate sexual behavior. But one of the group said, "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander." and she went up to Matt, pressed against him, gave him a kiss and fondled him before moving to Phil. The rest of the girls followed.
The men tightened up the net. Rags took off her jewelry. Both Rags and Pat took off their sandals. They chose up sides and began to play. Rags and Pat set the pattern for everyone as they eagerly gave hugs to people who made a good play or playfully patted someone on the ass as they gave encouragement. Soon it became part of the game to try to use the word fuck as much as they could: "I sure fucked up that one;" or "What the fuck was I thinking?" or "I was distracted by her fuckin' big tits;" or "I was looking at the fucking mushroom head of his fucking cock through his fucking tight and tiny swimsuit."
They talked about body parts: "No, Sue, don't pull your suit out of the crack of your ass; it was just beginning to look good;" or "Barb's camel toe looks really good in that suit;" or "Seeing so many cocks you're making my nipples hard." "They're making my cunt wet." "My clit wants to come out to play."
A guy complained, "I'm getting a hard on from seeing Rags' and Pat's tits."
The rest of the guys responded, "Aren't we all!"
"But it's not all fitting in this tiny swimsuit," he complained.
"Then pull it up and out over the top of your suit," shouted one of the girls.
He was aware of Phil and Matt wearing their display rings. He would not be as exposed as them, so he replied, "I will if you show me your tits."
She pulled the triangles covering her tits to the side exposing them and he pulled his cock out over the top of his suit. Later, as his excitement wore off and he began to shrink he put it back inside his suit. The girl covered up her tits when the strings under her tits became uncomfortable. And this became the pattern for the afternoon: guys would pull their cocks out of their suits when they got a hard on, and tuck them back in when they got soft. Girls would expose and cover up their tits usually in response to something one of the guys said or did.
Matt had placed a cooler near where they were playing, but as the drinks were consumed people needed to use the washroom. Pat explained where the downstairs washrooms were and at the end of every game a few people left to use the facilities. Sometimes a person would even duck out during a game.
It was after one particular game that a guy named Jimmy went to use the facilities. Rags made her move. She followed him in. Both bathrooms were being used, so Jimmy waited patiently for a door to open sitting on a chair by a dining room table. Rags sat next to him. She had sized Jimmy up. Jimmy was both an outsider and an insider. He was small for his age. Rags, from her medical training and experience figured that even though it was late, he had at least one, maybe two growth spurts left in him. But right now he was relatively small compared to the rest of the guys.
But he was smart, had a great sense of humor and a winning personality. All these friends liked him -- a lot. That's why he was always invited along with this group. But Jimmy was unaware of how much he was liked. He had a poor self image -- probably related to his small size -- maybe his better qualities were not seen or appreciated at home, either. The diminutive name, Jimmy, didn't help. Rags could tell that some of the girls were interested in him -- because except for his size, he was a great guy. But Jimmy seemed unaware -- probably because of his poor self image. He couldn't imagine a girl liking him - not when it seemed that every other guy was a hunk compared to him.
"I like your suit," Rags said to begin a conversation.
"Yeah, a number of girls have told me that," he replied. "Guys, too."
"Where'd you get it?" she asked.
"It was my sisters," he replied. "Can you keep a secret?" he asked.