"We're going to a beach party," Greg, my boyfriend and Master told me. I refer to him in that manner, boyfriend and then Master, because that is how our relationship developed. He was my boyfriend for many years, and I gradually learned to trust him enough to submit to him. Ours was now a D/s relationship, and we were both very happy and it.
Going to a beach party was a special treat, also. The day was gorgeous, with the weather and temperature both perfect to be outdoors. Master also hinted that it would be a fun, innovative beach party. The look he gave me as he said that caused blissful goose bumps to appear up and down my arms. I got the impression that we might not just be swimming and chowing down on food. Since I like surprises, I didn't ask any probing questions. I just put on my skimpy, bright yellow bikini.
I loved the way that bikini contrasted with my evenly tanned body. In case you're wondering, 'evenly tanned' means that you wouldn't find any tan lines on me, no matter how closely you looked. My hair is naturally light brown, but hours in the sun, tanning myself, had sun-bleached it to a pretty shade of blonde. Greg prefers me to be clean-shaven in my pubic region, so that area also showed only a smooth even tan before I covered it with the swimsuit bottom.
Greg himself has dark brown hair, and keeps his cheeks and chin devoid of hair as well. He has a slender, wiry build, and the top of my head is about level with his nose. When I kneel at his feet, my mouth is about level with his groin, and we often both find that rather convenient. If I have to explain why, perhaps you shouldn't be reading this story of mine. I'm giggling as I wrote that.
We drove to our secluded beach. The lake was located in a relatively unpopulated part of the state, and no roads lead directly to its shore. To get there, we had to travel down a narrow, bumpy dirt road, and pull off into a stand of trees. An unobtrusive path led from that clearing through the woods and finally to the shore of the lake. We hiked in, my Master carrying a blanket, and toting a large backpack.
When we got there, I saw our friends had arrived before we did. I was pleased to see that two of my sister submissives were there, along with their Masters, plus two of my Master's buddies, Kyle and Trevor, that had come stag. Kyle's a natural blonde, has a scraggly beard, and is more muscular than Greg. Trevor has red hair, and his rather bushy beard, of which he's inordinately proud, is red with flecks of gold. He's a little pudgy, but is fun to be around.
Salma's got ebony hair that reaches the middle of her back, and it matches in color the minuscule pubic thatch that adorns her mons. Her tits are slightly larger than my generous B cups. A vivacious sex pistol of a woman, it's a wonder that her Master, Brent, can keep her under control, since he's rather lacking in muscle definition. Brent's hair is blonde, both on his head, and at his groin -- and yes, I've seen that lower hair many times. Otherwise, he's clean shaven.
Lillie also has black hair, but it's less deep in color than Salma's. Her breasts are a little unusual -- her left one is about the size of one of mine, but her right one is a bit larger than one of Salma's. She doesn't seem to be uncomfortable about their mismatched sizes, and she never wears a bra, so she doesn't have to have one specially made. Her bikini top covered both her tits adequately. Her pussy remains clean shaven, like mine. Tomas, her Master, is bald, but sports a neatly trimmed black beard. In case you're wondering why I'm pointing out which men have beards, etc. -- all will be revealed as my story continues.
Two blankets were already spread out on the soft, dry ground just up from the beach. My Master set down the blanket he was carrying, placing it next to them. Our friends had brought the food and drinks, and had gathered rocks to make a fire pit. They even had enough time before we arrived to gather a lot of dry, dead sticks and slightly larger pieces of wood for a later campfire.
"Come here, Ariel," Greg said, summoning me. Eagerly, I walked to stand before him. "We don't need this," he said, grinning, as he tugged at the bikini string tied in a bow at my left hip. As the knot came loose, so did the material covering my pussy. The bikini bottom dropped onto the blanket. Proud of my body, I made no attempt to cover myself. I even turned partway, to give him easier access to the bows at my neck and back. With two more quick tugs, my breasts were freed, and the yellow bikini top joined the bottom on the blanket.
Lillie was next to be undressed, with Tomas doing the honors. She'd opted for a pure white bikini, to really set off her tan. She looked spectacular in it, and also out of it. Brent generously signaled to Kyle, granting him permission to remove Salma's startlingly red bikini. Once she was nude, those spectacular tits of hers drew everyone's eyes, including mine. My mouth had sampled those generous nipples of hers many times in various sessions with our Masters. If you're getting the impression that promiscuity was the rule, rather than the exception, in our little group, then you're getting the right impression indeed.
"Time for our little game, sluts," Greg announced, grinning. "Pick a blanket, and get down on your back, spreading your arms and legs out wide." As we women obeyed, the men set about hammering stakes into the ground, and securing our wrists and ankles with climbing ropes. It wasn't long before the men were staring down at three naked women, restrained in a spreadeagled pose. Three smiling women, I might add. We already liked the possibilities this game offered.
Soon, the world went dark, as we were blindfolded with dark, opaque cloths. Deprived of sight, my senses of touch, hearing, smell, and taste were heightened. I heard Greg explain, "The game works like this. The five of us will have a chance to do things to each of you. There'll be no fucking involved, and there'll be no anal play. Other interactions are permissible. You're not allowed to make any comment about what's being done to you, but moaning, groaning, whimpering, gasping, and shrieking are permissible, as is orgasm. In fact, all of those are encouraged. Your job will be to try to guess which of the five is your Master. Guessing right wins a prize, but guessing wrong earns a punishment." I shivered, hearing that, because sometimes the punishments were quite erotic in nature. "Are there any questions?"
"I have a question, Master," I stated.
"Yes, my dear slut," Greg chuckled. "What is it?"
"You said that each man could do things to us, implying he might do more than one thing. How will we know when one man's interaction ends, and the next begins?"
"A very good observation," Greg complimented me. "First, I'll announce which slut will be our focus. That slut will call out 'number 1' and then experience whatever man number 1 wishes to do. When he's done, I will clack these two sticks together (he produced the sound) and the slut is then responsible for calling out 'number 2' and so on. That way, it should be clear to you not only that a new man is now in action, it also gives you a number for your guess. For instance, when all five of us are done, I'll lean my ear close to your mouth, and you whisper your guess very quietly. You might say 'I think my Master is number 4' or something like that. Is that clear?"
The other two women chorused, along with me, "Yes, that is clear, Sir."
The contest began. I will have to now transcribe my Master Greg's report of what was done, since I was lying in darkness.
** GREG'S VIEWPOINT **
I stated, "We'll start with Lillie." There was silence for a while. Then I said, "Lillie, what are you supposed to say?"
Lillie's body language indicated that she was startled as she said, "Oops. Sorry Sir. Ummm. Number one." Silently Brent went to her and fondled her tits. We'd agreed ahead of time that all the men would start this way, with tit-fondling, and also with careful kisses. Observant girls might notice a beard or a lack of one, if they were focusing. When Lillie started a soft, moaning sound, he switched to tickling her torso, especially her armpits. It was amusing seeing the other two women jerk in their ropes as Lillie's screams from being tickled assaulted their ears. Brent gave her pussy several smooth caresses, then stepped back. I clacked the sticks.
"Number two," Lillie said, squirming slightly.
Kyle stepped up carrying a cat's paw whip, with its five inch leather straps. After briefly fondling Lillie's tits, and kissing them, he dragged the whip's straps across her torso and thighs several times. She caught on to what that sensation was, because her mouth got tight lipped in anticipation. Kyle flicked the whip across her thighs. The slap of the strands was very audible, and the nipples of all three women stiffened visibly. The cat's paw gives a good sting without breaking the skin. Kyle lashed her clean shaven mound, belly, and the underside of her tits, making her flinch each time. I clacked the sticks as he stepped away.
"Number three," Lillie hissed, still feeling the stings.
I straddled her, so I could freely play with her tits with both hands. Next, I squeezed them up into mounds, so I could kiss her nipples with only my lips making contact with her skin. Then I moved down to her left foot. I slipped her big toe into my mouth, closing my lips around its base, and started sucking it. Lillie gasped loudly. My Ariel loves having her toes suckled, but I'd learned that neither Lillie nor Salma had ever experienced this. I sucked more of her toes into my mouth, and let my tongue roam between them sensuously.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Lillie shrieked. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
I switched to licking the sole of her foot, and then finished by nibbling on her inner arch with gentle bites, listening to her moans of pleasure. I was certain the other two women were in suspense, wondering what was being done to their friend. I stepped back and clacked the sticks.
"Ummm. Let me think," Lillie said with a dazed tone of voice. "Number four, I think."
Tomas went to his submissive, knelt down and gave her tits a good stretching as he fondled them and kissed them, heedless of whether his beard made contact or not. He then bent his neck way down, and started rubbing the top of his bald head in Lillie's armpit, across her tits, down her belly, across her mound, and against her now very wet pussy. Lillie was giggling practically the entire time his head rubbed against her. The dome of his head glistened with her cunt juices as he stood up and backed away, grinning widely. I clacked the sticks.
