Beach Parties And Orgies

I tried to give this story everything. It has anal, blowjobs, cunnilingus, dual penetration, exhibitionists & voyeurs, group sex, incest, lesbian, non-consent, nudity, and romance.

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"Woah!" I exclaimed in awe and surprise.

In front of me was a young, hot, nude woman. To say that this was unexpected would be an understatement.

I'd come out the front door of the beach house, carrying a red cooler filled with ice and beers. I walked around to the beach side of the cottage and stopped in my tracks.

My eyes immediately went to her tits.

They weren't massive porn star size ones. They were very nice. Definitely, more than a handful. Full, firm, round. I didn't see any tan lines, and she had great nipples.

'What are great nipples?' I can hear you asking. I admit that's subjective and the answer is the type you like. I know women have no control over this stuff. You get what you get, and nipples come in many shapes, sizes, and colors.

If I had my druthers all women would have big nipples with large areolas.

I'm not talking about saucer-size areolas. I like ones that are pepperoni size.

When it comes to nipples, I like fat tips that stick out at least half an inch. I prefer dark ones: shades of black or brown. A deep reddish brown is my favorite. Fuck the cute pink dime-size nips!

After evaluating and appreciating her boobs, my eyes focused on her pussy. I was lucky. My naked lady was an exhibitionist or unaware of my presence. She lay with her feet toward me and her legs spread. I reveled in the view of her pussy!

She had shaved off her pubic hair. What I loved most about her vagina was that it wasn't a 'Barbie' vagina. You know, one that is neat and clean. A simple slit between her legs. Where's the fun in that?

I like the outer labia to be as big as a hamburger bun and I especially love it when the labia minora comes tumbling out of her gash. Nothing is sexier to me than a woman with a meaty vagina. Give me beef curtains! The naked woman in front of me had a lot of flesh hanging out of her sex. I was in heaven! I found it sexy and so delicious-looking that I was salivating.

I set the cooler beside the beach blanket spread out on the sand and asked, "Sis, do you want a beer?"

"Damn, right I do," the naked goddess answered. "I'm parched after painting the deck."

I twisted off the top and handed her a bottle. I got one for myself; we drank deeply.

She stuck her bottle in the sand, sighed deeply, and said, "Is there anything better than beer and sunbathing?"

"I can think of a few things," I answered and laughed. I pulled off my shirt and sat. My arms were behind me as I leaned back and let the sun hit my face.

"Are you stopping there?" she challenged me. "You went to all that trouble (see a previous story, "Payback: Bad Sister Punished", to learn what she's talking about) to trick me into getting naked, and now you refuse to join me in some nude sunbathing?"

"Uhh...Umm," I muttered.

"I've seen your penis. I've seen you with an erection. I thought we were past the bourgeois notion that family members shouldn't see each other naked?"

"You're right. I've seen all of you. You've seen all of me. If you won't get angry if I get hard..."

"Ha!" she laughed, interrupting me. "You're eighteen! Anything and everything gives you a boner! You're definitely getting an erection from seeing me naked, but I'm okay with it. I know you can't help it. It's hardwired into the reptilian part of your brain.

"Join me. I want your company. And how else am I going to get sunscreen on my back?"

Fool that I am, I hesitated.

She gave me a flirty, sultry look and said, "You can put the lotion on my backside from head to toe." She rapidly raised her eyebrows in a humorous manner.

I was shocked by her words and, I admit, a little scared, so I said nothing.

"Come on," she teased. "I'm not used to begging guys to get naked with me!"

I guffawed, smiled, and undressed. She coated my backside with sunscreen, and I got a big old erection. She bent over and put her head inches from my cock, and kidded me saying, "Hello, friend."

I applied lotion to her backside. Her skin was soft. Her butt was firm. My finger's glided into her butt crack. I might have touched her anus; I didn't have the nerve to go near her vagina.

She returned the favor and did my back after I did my front, legs, arms, and butt.

We lay in the sun, drank, and talked. It was nice. My sister is five years older than me. We weren't that close growing up. We hadn't played together much due to our age difference. We were rarely in the same school.

I loved her and looked up to her. She was my babysitter; more a second mother than a playmate. It was nice to spend some time together as equals.

We drank a fair amount of beer. She went into the house three times to pee. I had to go too.

I came back from peeing. My dick was hard. She sat up, looked at it, and asked, "Can you pee with an erection?"

"Peeing is not the problem," I said. "Aiming is the issue. I peed on a sand dune around the corner."

"Huh. Thanks for explaining," she said. "I have another personal question. I don't want you to get mad or be embarrassed. May I ask?"

"Sure," I answered. I was standing naked in front of my sister with a full hard-on. I spread my arms and said, "I've nothing to hide."

She said, "I've looked at you and you have looked at me. I don't mind, but you seem especially interested in my pussy. Vaginas like mine are not the kind you see in porn videos. They usually feature neater, simpler ones."

She brought her knees up and spread them, exposing her sex. She said, "Mine is bigger, fleshier, and my inner lips protrude... a lot." She pulled on her labia minora.

"Are you skeeved out? Surprised? A virgin? What's the deal?"

I'm sure I blushed profusely. I was embarrassed. I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you or make you feel self-conscious. I'm not a virgin. I love your style of pussy. I love beef curtains. I can't help but admire your pussy."

"Oh. Guys have stopped dating me because of my vagina. Most don't care. I've never been with someone who was gaga over it."

"Is it weird?"

"I guess not. Some guys like blondes. Some like women with big tits or long legs. We all have preferences, and there's no harm in appreciating someone's attributes."

She closed her legs and placed her finger on her chin as if she was thinking. A moment later, she said, "As penance for ogling my pussy..."

She smiled and said, "I'm kidding, but I have a favor to ask. Women can be self-conscious about their bodies, and it can make them unhappy."

I nodded, indicating that I was following along.

"I want to set you up with a friend of mine."

"I don't do blind dates!"

"Hear me out." She spread her knees and showed me a pussy that I adored. "I have a girlfriend with a pussy like mine. She's not as strong and confident as me. If I'm with a guy and he gives me grief or looks disgusted by what's between my legs, I tell him to fuck off and forget about him.

"She can't do that. She lets his opinion define her and she feels like damaged goods. All I'm asking is that you be yourself. You can enthusiastically gush over her meaty vagina. She needs the positive feedback you can honestly provide.

"She's not a troll. She's a nice girl who needs some TLC. She needs to know what we all have to learn. Not everyone is going to like us, but some people will."

She rolled over and grabbed her phone. She came back and sat with her legs crossed as she scrolled through some photos. I looked down. Her pussy was gaping. I stared and shouted in my head, "Peter, you fucking pervert! Stop looking at your sister's pussy!"

"Here she is," my sister said. "Her name's Patricia. We call her Tricia. She's not gorgeous, but she's okay, right?"

I saw a young woman with dark eyes and jet-black hair that hung down past her shoulders. On the one-to-ten scale, she wasn't in the upper echelon. No man would say she's hot nor would they say she belongs in the bottom, the unfortunate uglies.

She was a five, maybe a six. Your eyes would glide over her in a crowd because she was average-looking. Mildly attractive, at best. I agreed with my sister's assessment and said, "She's okay."

Maybe I wasn't as enthusiastic as my sister wanted. She looked at me and said, "I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, but you're no Tom Cruise. Supermodels aren't beating your door down, are they?"

"I get your drift. She's an average girl and I'm an average guy."

Her point made, Olivia continued her sales pitch, "Tricia's nice. She's quiet and shy until she gets to know you. She's smart. She does volunteer work at a shelter for battered women. She's twenty years old. You can see she's fit. Oh, she has bigger boobs than me."

My sister cupped her boobs. She hoisted them up to make them appear bigger. She smiled at me and asked, "What more could a guy want?"

"Someone that I like. Someone that's attracted to me."

She dropped her boobs and said, "I'm not asking you to marry her. Go on a couple of dates. Go down on her and gush over her beef curtains. I'm not asking you to lie. It's a win-win situation. You get to enjoy the kind of pussy you fantasize about and she learns that what she thinks is a detriment is actually an asset to the right man."

I didn't commit. She tried a different tack. She was still sitting cross-legged and giving me a great view of her pussy. She reached down with both hands, grabbed her abundant inner labia, and pulled on it.

I watched mesmerized as she teased me, toying with and stretching the tender flesh. She wrapped a particularly long strand around a finger and tugged gently.

She continued her actions, looked up at me, and said, "Her labia is longer and more pronounced than mine. Imagine how much fun you will have with her."

My dick ached and pulsed, bouncing upward. I said, "I may never get a peek at her pussy. Much less, touch it and tongue it."

"You're right. This is important to me. I believe it could change her life. I'll up the offer.

"If you agree to try, and be your normal charming self, I'll give you a hand job now. You look like you need relief. Deal?"

I needed to cum. Her 'show' had taken my arousal to a higher, more uncomfortable, level. I considered her offer, thinking "Sex with a partner is always better than sex alone. Yes, but she's your SISTER! Yes, but it's only her hand."

My horniness trumped my uneasy feeling about having my sister touch my penis. I said, "Okay."

I didn't want to seem eager or excited by the idea of getting a handjob from my sister, so I added, "I guess I owe you. You pants me. I tricked you into getting naked. I have two conditions.

"Going out on dates costs money, I don't mind when I'm pursuing a girl I fancy...

"Fine!" She sounded annoyed. "I will cover the cost. What else?"

"You have to do something for me."

"What?"

"I'm putting together a portfolio for Art school, and I need a model to sketch and photograph."

She responded, "You were always doodling as a kid. You have talent. I'll sit for you."

That settled, she said, "I'm going to make some calls and invite some people over for a party. Everyone will have a date except you and Tricia, so you'll naturally fall in together.

"You're sneaky. Remind me to never get on your bad side."

She uncrossed her legs, rolled over on her stomach, stretched, and grabbed her phone. She slapped her shapely ass and added, "You, of all people, should know that I don't have a bad side."

We laughed.

"Let's get you square away before you pass out because all your blood's in your dick. Kneel," she said.

I knelt. She knelt behind me and whispered in my ear, "You're going to cum so fast." She surprised me by sucking on my earlobe.

She reached past the sunscreen and grabbed the bottle of aloe vera-based moisturizer. She wet both hands with it and squirted some on my angry penis.

She set the bottle aside, pressed her soft breasts against my back, and reached around for my cock with both hands.

"Oh!" I moaned as she squeezed my shaft and caressed the crown of my dick.

Olivia laughed. She said, "It's been a while since I've done this. I hope it's like riding a bike." She grabbed my dick and gave me a two-handed handjob.

"Oh!" I moaned.

She could have gotten me off in a minute or two. I was that horny, but she prolonged it. She stopped twice to recoat her hands with lube and, I think, to tease me. She beat me off slowly, then vigorously with different strokes.

It was wonderful!

"OHhhh!" I hollered loudly as I came. My cum flew five feet out in front of me, landing in the sand.

She expertly milked the sperm out of my dick. When I stopped ejaculating, my penis shriveled. She kissed me on the cheek as I gasped for air and enjoyed the wonderful, fiery feeling that surged through my veins.

She said, "I'd forgotten how much fun it is to make a guy groan and squirm. I gave you a world-class handjob. Don't give me a half-assed effort. Let's save her."

She went inside to clean up. After a rest, I went to the outdoor shower and washed my pecker.

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Olivia didn't have trouble organizing the event. She had them when she said 'Party at my beach house!' She invited six friends over for the following night. They all knew each other. Two were married, another two had been dating for a long time, and there was her date and my blind date.

Owen was the guy she was currently seeing. He was tall, good-looking, blond, and two years older than she was. He didn't look like an accountant.

Barry and Brooke were married. He was a tall, dark, and handsome attorney. Brooke was tall, lithe, and a vegan. She was a beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes. When she was younger, she thought she would be a ballerina. A knee injury forced a change in careers. She was a chef.

Sofia and Simon had been together for almost two years. She was as Italian as her name. She was short, barely five feet tall, and dark. She had an olive complexion, black hair, and mysterious and mischievous dark eyes. She was a firecracker.

Her BF, Simon, was a good foil to the lively, talkative, energetic woman. He was calm and quiet. He worked in IT. Somehow, the unlikely pair made it work.

The sixth person was Tricia, the woman my sister invited to meet me.

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Olivia looked hot in her flip-flops, short skirt, and braless top. She introduced me to everyone. They were great. I expected nothing less. If they weren't nice, my sister would not have included them in her inner circle.

"Tricia, this is my brother, Peter. Peter, this is my friend, Tricia."

We exchanged greetings and shook hands. She quickly pulled her hand out of mine and gulped her drink. She looked just like her picture. She was less than pretty. Plain or average were adjectives that popped into my mind. She looked nervous and had dressed more conservatively than the other women.

Sofia was in high heels, a skirt, and a sheer top that exposed her ample bosom and black lacy bra.

Brooke looked like a fashion model. She was tall, flat-chest, and thin. She had on long boots and a mini-skirt. She was braless in a brightly-color silk top with a deep V-cut. If she had any boobs, they would have fallen out. Hard nipples that were shaped like Hershey Kisses dented her shirt.

The guys were dressed casually.

We were in the family room, dancing and drinking. Olivia told them about our accident. How we had to get naked and wash in the outdoor shower. She laughed and was a good sport about it. She even confessed that she deserved it after pantsing me in front of my friends as an April Fool's joke the year before.

They laughed and thought it was hilarious. "You got your comeuppance, Bitch!" Sofia teased.

I talked to everyone. I kept coming around to Tricia. As the night wore on, she became less shy.

After her third drink, Tricia asked me, "Did you really spill a gallon of wood stain on your sister?"

"On both of us," I admitted, "so I could claim it was an accident."

"Did you want to see her naked?"

"Eww. No. She's my sister! I felt I had to do something drastic to get her attention. I was angry with her, not because she pantsed me, but because she's my sister."

Tricia gave me a quizzical look.

"That didn't make sense, did it?"

I finished off my beer and tried again.

"I've always looked up to her. I love her dearly. The fact that she could do something unkind to me shattered me. I can imagine being pantsed by one of my friends. That would have been embarrassing and funny, but it's not funny when Olivia, my beautiful older sister, deliberately embarrassed me."

"I get it," she said. "It wasn't the act so much. You felt betrayed, so the payback had to be harsh."

"YES."

A new song played. I grabbed her drink, put our glasses down, and lied. "I love this song. Will you dance with me?"

"Sure. I guess."

It was a slow song. I took her into my arms and held her tightly against me as we danced cheek-to-cheek. We swayed and moved around the room. I whispered in her ear, "Can I tell you something?"

"Yes."

I kept my mouth at her ear, breathed on her neck, and lied in a low voice, "Of all my sister's girlfriends, I like you best."

"Why?" she asked warily. "Brooke is pretty enough to be a model, and Sofia is lively and energetic."

"Exactly."

"Huh?"

"I'm sure they are nice people, but Sofia is like a tornado. She'd wear me out. Brooke is gorgeous, graceful, and elegant. But she is so thin I'm afraid I'd break her if I gave her a big hug."

I pulled back so I could look her in the eyes. I thought, "Lie to her. Make the pitch that'll get you in her pants. " I cleared my throat, adopted a sincere expression, and said, "You strike me as a real person. A nice person. I could be myself with you. With Sofia, I'd always have to be 'on'. Sometimes, I like being quiet or taking a nap.

"I'm not saying Brooke would judge me constantly, but she's so sophisticated. I'd feel like I'd have to be perfect. If I farted, burped, or used the wrong fork, I'd feel that I let her down.

"I'm an ordinary guy. I'm looking for an ordinary girl, who I can love. I'd like to go on trips and have adventures, but I want someone I can also sit quietly with and watch the sunset while holding her hand.

"I think you're pretty. I know you're smart, nice, and kind. Olivia told me you volunteer at a women's shelter. That's great. I could see us together. What do you want?"

"I could be happy with a nice guy," she said with a shaky voice.

I stopped dancing, smiled, and kissed her. She kissed me back. At first, it was tentative. Then, she pressed her body against me and added tongue to the kiss.

I liked that. The quiet girl in my arms had some spunk in her. I grabbed her ass, ground my erection into her belly, and kissed her passionately. We necked, gasped, and held tightly onto each other.

We didn't notice that another song played or that the others had stopped what they were doing and were watching us.

When we took a break from smooching, we noticed the others were looking at us and smiling. That unnerved Tricia, and she ran out of the room. Olivia gave me a knowing wink, mouthed 'Good Job', and followed the other women who had gone after Tricia.

I'm guessing they had questions for Tricia and were ready to console or support her.

The women returned and found the guys sitting and talking. Tricia came to me. She didn't say anything. She sat on the sofa beside me and held my hand. I squeezed it and smiled at her. She smiled in return. The conversation with the others continued.

A couple of minutes later, out of the blue, Sofia shouted, "What the fuck!"

Everyone looked at her. She said, "Olivia, why aren't you wearing panties? Cross your legs or bring your knees together. You're giving Simon and me an upskirt view of your bare beaver!"