The Beach Party

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are fiction no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line.

The Beach Party

I am sorting my laundry, I have washed everything and hung things on a makeshift laundry line that runs across my living room. I am looking at a bra and thinking it is coming to its end of life, frayed edges, and a bra strap that is about half eaten through by a tear, I don't even remember the event where it tore. My phone rings. I put the pile down and scramble looking for the phone, it rings again and I spot it. It rings a third time as I pick it up, hoping that it does not go to voice mail. I swipe the answer icon, and the damned thing wants my pass code to unlock the phone. I enter the code, and once again swipe answer. "Hello"

"Deb", it is Ryan, my relatively new boyfriend.

"Hi, what's up?"

"I just heard from Andy that there is going to be a beach party Saturday night, you interested?"

"Sure, where?"

"He said he was on a mail chain; they won't release the location till noon Saturday."

Hmm, that means it is really a beach rave, and there will be drugs. "Oh, now I am not so sure."

"It'll be fun. I will keep the nasty's away from you."

"More like me keeping you away from them."

"OK, I promise, I will behave. No drugs."

Not sure how valid that promise is. Ryan has a taste for getting high. "OK, but we bring our own drinks, sealed cans or bottles."

"All right!" his enthusiasm made me wonder if this was a good idea. "I will organize drinks; I will bring a cooler."

"OK, did they mention any bands?"

"Death Rattle and The Moxie, and a couple of others that I cannot remember."

That perked me up, I like The Moxie, their keyboardist is hot. Their original music was great, their covers less so.

"Anybody else I know going to be there?"

"Don't know Andy did not say who he had passed it on to. Invite some of your friends."

"I will ask some of the girls I know, get my email onto the list."

"Great, ask Lorrie, I like her."

"Sure thing." In your dreams, I don't need competition for a boyfriend that is less than a month on duty. "OK, thanks, I will start calling people. Talk to you later."

"See you later alligator." He hangs up.

I went back to sorting laundry, and thinking about who might be interested.

By Friday evening it was clear that most of my friends were already booked for other events. In desperation I called Lorrie, and she said she was interested, but had just broken up with her boyfriend. Shit, not only competition, but available competition. We talked a bit and finally agreed that Ryan and I would pick her up about 7:30.

Saturday about 12:15 the e-mail arrived. Jones beach, about a half hour out of town, and clothing optional. Lorrie was excited by the clothing optional. She thought maybe she would plan on going topless. More bad luck for me, she is a 36 C and I am a 34 B. That and I did not really want to wander around flashing my tits at every horny male.

I started to reconsider my wardrobe.

I eventually settled on what to wear. I was going braless, so I could take off my shirt if it felt right. Mid-thigh shorts, and sandals. Conservative Bikini bottom rather than panties in case I wanted to go swimming. The weather forecast was for a mild evening, only dropping a couple of degrees below the comfort level just before sunrise at 5 AM. I expect we will be gone by then.

I pack a beach bag with a couple of large beach towels, and a selection of snacks. I expect that Ryan like most guys would not think of food. No doubt he was hoping to get lucky, with me or Lorrie, or in his wildest dreams, both of us., so just in case, condoms. Hidden in a fabric bag, I did not want him to get ideas.

Ten past 7 my phone beeped. Ryan had texted that he was out front. I grabbed the beach bags, and in a last-minute decision grabbed a sun hat. Sunset wasn't till close to 9. I ran down the stairs and out to his car. I tossed my bag into the back seat and got into the front. He leaned over for a kiss, sweet. I kissed him, maybe a bit more enthusiastically than he expected. Then put my seat belt on. I look in the back, no sign of a cooler, but maybe in the trunk?

"Lorrie lives on Ash and 45

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Ryan pulled into the traffic. "The Blue condo tower?"

"Yes, her parents bought it for her." Another thing to gnaw at my insecurities, she comes from money.

"Great" he turned on the radio.

I texted Lorrie and she was waiting at the curb when we got there. She had a beach bag as well, so I expect some overlap. She tosses it in the back and climbs in and puts on her seat belt. "OK, let's go!"

Ryan updates us on the lineup, a total of 5 bands, two I had never heard of and one that I thought was crap. Of course they would be first starting at 9. An hour from each band, with a 15-minute break between, so ending about 3AM.

The drive out was uneventful, and the parking lot full by the time we arrive. Ryan drove up the highway till he found the end of the parking line, and added the car to the end. It was about a 10-minute walk back to the parking lot. There were three food trucks parked and a generator truck at the end. A big sign at the parking lot warning that this was a clothing optional beach. No danger of someone showing up with kids. Just below the sign was a table collecting entrance fees. Ryan paid for all three of us. Just under $100 for the three of us. Hand stamps in case we need to come back to the car. Finally, another 10 minutes along the trail down to the beach.

We find a place where we can see the bandstand, and set up our beach towels. Someone had started a fire about 20 yards from where we were located. Using the fire and the bandstand I figure I could find our stuff in the dark.

About a third of the women were topless and maybe 5% nude, maybe a third of the guys are nude. Lorrie quickly joins the topless crowd and encourages me to join as well. A bit reluctantly I take off my shirt and put it in the bag. Ryan stripped down to swim trunks and shoved his clothes into my bag. He finds a tube of sun screen and offers to apply it for us. He applies it liberally and takes advantage of it to massage my breasts. Then he did the same for Lorrie, spending even more time on her breasts. She sure seems to be enjoying it.

The sun is close to the horizon, so really, we do not need sun screen. I slip out of my skirt and walk out to the ocean. I swim out a hundred yards or so, then along the beach. As the sun starts to set, I return to land and find my way back to our beach towels. The first band starts up, Harper's Dock. They have not improved since last time I heard them.

About the end of their set, a guy comes along selling gummies, meth, uppers, downers, pot, cocaine and could get anything else we may want. Ryan bought a $100 assortment bag. Lorrie was more specific, but spent about the same amount. He looks at me. "What can I get you?"

"I'm good thanks."

He shrugs his shoulders "I'll be around if you change your mind" and moves on.

"Ryan, I thought you said no drugs."

"Don't worry, I will pace myself."

Like hell, he is going to be high as a kite within half an hour. Lorrie sits down beside me. "You can share some of mine." I poked into the bag and took a single gummi. I am not into the drug scene, and it looked like that was going to be the wedge that split me away from Ryan. Maybe giving him to Lorrie would be the best choice.

The band finished their set and announced that the next band would be Impossible Philosophers. I had never heard of them before. I got up and put on my sun hat. Lorrie asked "Where are you off to?"

"I thought I would check out the crowd, and maybe see what's happening at the big fire."

"I'll come with you." I looked at Ryan. He had finished his bag of goodies, and part of Lorries. He was flying first class and did not notice us.

Lorrie looked at him as we set off. "I thought he might be more interesting. You need to find a better boyfriend. Unless he has a really big dick and knows how to use it." She laughed.

'No such luck, average dick, average skills. I knew he liked gummies, but I did not think he was this bad. I hate breaking up."

"Don't we all. Better to do it early rather than wait. If you want, I could make a move on him when he sobers up. It would give you an excuse. From that sun screen massage, I think he would fall on his back in a heartbeat."

We wandered down to the fire. It was quite a party and we almost stepped on a couple fucking just outside the glare of the fire. They did not notice us.

"I don't think I could ask you to fuck him just to help me break up."

"Who said I would fuck him? Just get him out of his clothes, then you could notice and I could change my mind. I don't think he is the kind of guy I like to fuck; he is more of a bad boy. I like the nerds."

We walked up the beach and found a group of guys horsing around in the nude. We stopped and watched for a while. Eventually one of them notices us and drops out of the horseplay to come over and talk to us. Eyes firmly fixed on Lorrie's breasts "Hi, I'm Rob"

Lorrie held out her hand "I'm Lorrie and this is Deb."

He shook her hand then looking at my breasts he shook my hand. Pretty clear to me what is on his mind. A couple of the other guys had noticed him leaving and now arrived. All three of them were pretty good looking, though pretty average in the package department. He two new guys were Ben and Andy. We talked a bit then Lorrie suggested we needed to move along. The guys looked disappointed.

About a hundred yards along the beach were several guys lifting weights in the nude. A redhead with a rather large cock, an Asian with an average package, and a big muscle bound black, with the smallest cock I had ever seen. Hopefully it expands a lot when he gets excited. Otherwise, the girls will be very disappointed. They all looked like competitive weight lifters. The one black I dated ages ago was large, not porn star large, but larger than most guys.

At this point the Impossible Philosophers finished their set and they announced another band. I did not catch their name.

We wandered a bit more finally making it back to our blankets. The fourth band, Death Rattle was setting up. Ryan was still flying, but a bit more aware, so probably coming down. I sat down, got comfortable and had another gummi from Lorrie's stash. She got out a couple of clear blue pills. She gave one to Ryan and took the other herself. I don't know what they were but a half an hour later with Death Rattle at easily 110db Ryan fell asleep. Lorrie had a glazed look in her eye and she stood up to dance.

Death Rattle is not really a dance band, but dancing looked like fun, so I tossed my sun hat on top of my bag, stood up and joined Lorrie. After a few minutes a couple of rather attractive guys asked if they could join us. Lorrie said sure, so they started dancing with us. Between songs we exchanged names. They were Nic and David.

The next song started and David bumped hips with me and we started dancing around each other. I could see that he was starting to get an erection, so I rubbed my butt in his crotch. Maybe I would need those condoms. Just not with Ryan.

David put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him, his cock hard against my butt. I ground a bit harder. His hands slipped around front and cupped my breasts. I looked over at Lorrie, she had a leg around Nic and was kissing him while he was fondling her breasts. I leaned over grabbed her bikini bottoms and tugged them down. She shrieked, Nic dropped her leg, and finished what I had started. Lorrie grabbed mine and pulled them down, Dave helped her, then I went after Dave and Lorrie went after Nic. Very quickly we were all naked and laughing.

Somehow in the fracas, I ended up with Nic and Lorrie with David. I rub my butt against his burgeoning erection. He fondles my breast with one hand and rubs my clit with the other. I am wet. I drag him down onto my blanket, lay back and spread my legs. Nic is deep inside me before I remember the condoms. At this point I figure that if he has anything I have probably already caught it, so I wrap my legs around him, hold him tight and whisper in his ear. "Fuck me Nic, Fuck me."

The instructions were simple, and Nic took them to heart. He started thrusting long and deep. After a few minutes, he pulls out, rolls me over, and pulls my butt into the air, then enters me doggy. This frees up my hand to reach back and rub my clit. The song has a heavy beat and he pounds me in time with the music. It is not long before I cum. "Oh God, I'm cumming. Keep going. Fuck me harder. Oh, auuugh." It is a good orgasm, lots of muscle spasms. Then as it is starting to wind down, Nic cums. I feel his load shoot into my pussy and splash against my cervix. Then a hard thrust and another load. I cum again. Just a long "Auuuuuuuh." Then we both collapse.

I look over, David is deep in Lorrie. I cannot hear if she is hollering, because the music is so loud. Then David collapses, so I assume he has cum. Nic pulls out of me, and David pulls out of Lorrie. The get up bump fists and change places. I roll over a bit and David enters me in spooning position. He is big. One of the biggest I have had. Stiff and hard, I can hardly believe he is still hard with that much cock to fill, and having just finished in Lorrie.

David starts pumping. I reach down and rub my clit. I can feel Nic's cum being pumped out of me and running down my butt. I push back against him. He is big and deep inside me, filling me like I have seldom been filled. I still want him deeper. Death Rattle segways into the next tune. David pumps harder. I feel an orgasm building and cannot stop myself from crying out with each thrust. But Death Rattle is LOUD, nobody can hear me. The song is coming to its crescendo, I cum, David cums. Another hard thrust and he cums again. I can feel the volume inside me. He cums again, and I wonder if I can hold all of it.

Then again, and I know I am not holding it. David's cum is pushing out and flowing across my butt.

Finally, David pulls out. I sit up, and look at the volume of cum leaking out of me. The song ends, the set ends. The Moxie are up next.

Nic and David thank us for a good time and leave. I grab Lorrie and drag her to the stage. I forcefully push through till I get to the edge of the stage, pulling Lorrie with me. Cum is still flowing out of me and down my legs. My guess is that Lorrie is also leaking cum.

The Moxie are setting up. I can see Randy the keyboardist as he gets himself comfortable. He sees me, I wave, he waves back. The time is just before 2 AM. The wait seems to take hours, but I know that it is only minutes. Some guy behind me puts his cock between my legs. I twist about and glare at him. Then back to focusing on the stage. He backs off.

The music starts. I start dancing. I am hemmed in by people behind me and to either side, and the stage in front. Cock guy shuffles over to get away from being pounded by my movements.

At the end of the first song the lead singer walks along the edge of the stage. He pulls me and Lorrie and two other girls out of the crowd and tells us to dance for him. The next song starts, and I put everything I have into dancing for him, and for Randy. At the end of the song, I take a look at the other two girls. All four of us are naked.

We all dance enthusiastically for the entire set. When the set ends the lead singer pulls us to the back where the band is exiting. We follow them along the beach to a group of RV's. I grab Randy's hand and he pulls me into one of the RV's and starts kissing me. He fondles my breasts. "I was really hopping that you would be the one I got. I watched you dancing and thought about how sexy you were."

I jumped onto the bed, sat down facing him, spread my legs and said "I would like you to fuck me."

"You are in luck, because that is exactly what I had planned to do." He quickly strips. He climbed onto the bed, pushes me back and gets between my legs. He starts licking my clit and pussy. Then he lifts his head. "You are a nasty fucker aren't you. I think you have been fucked already this evening."

"Yeah, and it wasn't even my boyfriend who is passed out on our beach blanket."

Randy moves up, and sucks on my nipples, then moves up some more and kisses me. Then he grabs me and rolls over so I am on top. He grabs my breasts. "You have lovely breasts. Now ride me."

I reposition myself, grab his rock-hard cock, point it at my entrance and drop solidly onto him. His cock spears into me lubricated by my juices and the remainder of David and Nic. I lean forward a bit and start grinding my clit against his pubic bone. After a couple of minutes, I rise up and drop back down onto him. He grabs my breasts, leans forward and sucks on one. I start hammering him with my pussy. Each time my clit hits him it sends a jolt through my body. Then, I am cumming. I hammer down onto him and my pussy clenches his cock. Then my muscles all contract at once, I collapse onto his chest. As I come down off my orgasm, he starts thrusting from below. Pounding his cock deep into me. Then a hard thrust, hold and he cums. I feel it hit my cervix. Another thrust, another load, then three more. Finally, quiet.

My body is a bit longer than his. I have to scrunch up a bit to be able to kiss him while his cock is inside me.

We lay there for some time. Then I feel him starting to stiffen up inside me. Nothing feels better than having a guy who has gone soft stiffen up inside you, getting ready for another go around. When he gets nice and stiff, I start thrusting. He stops me "Doggy?"

I climb off him, he gets up and I assume the position. He enters me, still solid hard. He reaches forward and cups my breasts then starts humping me. His angle is such that each thrust grinds against my G-spot. I rub my clit. It isn't long before I have another bone shaking orgasm. Just as I start to come down from it, he cums. The cum hitting my cervix causes my orgasm to come around again.

When he finally pulls out, he flops on the bed and says "God you are almost as good as my wife."

"Wait, you're married?"

"Yup, ten years and two kids."

"Shit. I don't normally screw married guys."

"Yeah, but I'm a drummer in a rock band."

I climb off the bed. "Still, it feels wrong now that I know you are married."

"That's fine, I don't mind."

"Yea, but I do." I find the door and leave. It is a bit chilly. The site is quiet. I make my way back to our blankets, and find Lorrie dressed and laying on one and Ryan still passed out on his. I find my watch in my bag. It is close to five. The eastern horizon is starting to get light. "Maybe we should go." I get dressed.

Lorrie starts packing her stuff, I pack mine and Ryans. "Did you have fun with the keyboard guy?"

"Randy, yeah, until he compared me to his wife."

"Bummer"

"You? Who did you end up with?"

"The lead singer. He wasn't too bad, but fell asleep after a quickie."

"Randy was enthusiastic. Said he had hoped it would be me that he got. Even managed to come around for a second run. Really rather good, made me cum twice."

We grabbed Ryan who came partially awake, at least enough to help us get him back to the car.

I drove, Lorrie slept and Ryan gradually woke up. We dropped Lorrie at her place, then at my place I got out my stuff. Ryan kissed me goodbye.

"Ryan."

"Yes"

"You told me you were going to go easy on the drugs."

"I did, sort of."

"No, you went totally overboard. I cannot have that in a boyfriend. You should have been there, awake. I had been looking forward to you fucking me. You need to get your drugs under control before I will consider going out with you again. I am sorry. It is definitely you, not me."