Cheer Bimbo On The Beach

Chrystal eagerly made plans with Kyle and Ryan again, this time to go to the beach. Once again, she had to spend some time agonizing over what to wear. If she was at the beach with them, that meant she was in public. If she was in public, she had to wear something that wouldn't let her nips or pussy slip out and be visible. That was such a bummer! So she had to be strategic about it.

In the end she chose a tight, low cut little floral sundress that would be flirty and seductive for most girls, but was so dully conservative by her standards. Under it, though, she wore an excruciatingly tiny little micro bikini, one made of a shimmery baby pink fabric that would get nearly sheer when wet. The bottom part was a G-string, and the top part was a string top with merely tiny triangles to cover her nipples. But they were such amazingly tiny triangles that they were smaller than her big pink areolas. She'd have an "accidental" areola slip a hundred percent of the time, not to mention the high chance of a genuinely accidental nip slip.

Her plan, in the end, was to wear the flirty sundress until she was in an isolated area of the beach with the boys. Then, and only then, that sundress would get tossed to the side in seconds. After that, she'd have to see how long the bikini actually stayed on for. But at least the bikini would serve as a fun and enticing step between wearing the sundress and being totally nude. Maybe she could encourage the boys to yank the bikini right off her body for her.

However, when she met up with the boys at the beach, their welcome to her was not what she expected. They looked genuinely pissed. She'd fantasized about their anger before, about playing hard to get to coax them into being aggressive, but this... wasn't that. This was...

"Um, is everything okay?" she asked them.

"Well, we're still willing to meet up with you and fuck you tonight, if that counts as okay," Ryan said. "But you need to learn to shut your whore mouth."

"What... what happened?"

"We'll talk about it in private. We don't want people overhearing and making it even worse." After that, they didn't even say a word to her as they found a secluded area of the beach to set up their blankets and umbrellas. They didn't even try to touch her body at all. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she spread her cute pink towel out on the sand.

"Now can you tell me what's wrong?" she whimpered when everything was set up neatly.

"Did you fucking tell your friend, Alex or whatever, that we raped you?" Kyle asked.

"N-no! I would never say that to anyone! You guys didn't rape me. It was nowhere near rape. I loved it. I told Alex I loved it!" She sniffled and fought the urge to wipe away tears. "Why? Did something happen?"

"The fucking chairman of all the schools' football league confronted us about this bullshit," Kyle snapped, slamming his hands down in frustration and making Chrystal flinch. "He fucking asked us if we followed a cheerleader into a locker room alone so we could rape her."

"Yeah, whatever you told Alex, he probably told his friends or something, and they probably interpreted it as us raping you, and they told the chairman." Ryan grimaced. It seemed he wasn't as utterly angry as Kyle was, but he still was clearly not happy. "So, like, in the future? Watch your fucking mouth or we'll have to watch it for you."

"I'm... I'm sorry..."

"Sorry isn't going to fix this."

"How can I? How can I fix it?"

"I don't know," Kyle snarled. "How can you?" He pushed her down and pinned her to the towel she was sitting on, holding his face inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath and see the fire in his eyes. This wasn't his typical playful "heh, gonna fuck you, baby" type of attitude. This was... what was it even?

She couldn't hold in the tears anymore. She liked what she had going on with Kyle and Ryan so far. She wanted it to be fun. And maybe she did give Alex a little too much info, but she was pretty sure she made it clear to everyone how much she'd really liked the locker room escapade. And now this? She let out a small, soft sob, then another, then another.

"What, you think crying is gonna make us feel bad for you?" Ryan snapped at her this time.

"I--I just... I really am sorry." She gulped hard to swallow back another sob. "What are you gonna... do to me?"

"I don't fucking know," Kyle said, "But we gotta teach you a lesson somehow."

"Y-yeah. I... I fucked up. But don't... don't hurt me, okay? I mean, you can hurt me, but don't hurt me."

"That doesn't make any fucking sense," Ryan said.

"I mean, like... I mean... don't beat me up or rape me for real, okay? Please? I'll do other stuff so you can punish me. I promise. You can be rougher with me than you've ever been before. You can take bad dirty pictures of me and spread them around and make everyone hate me for being such a dumb slut. But don't really, really hurt me." She gulped back another sob. "Please?"

Suddenly, their gazes softened. They must've realized how scared she really was.

Ryan shook his head. "Whoa. Babe. It's okay. We were just saying you have to watch what you say and who you say it to."

"Yeah, babe, we're just on edge 'cause we might get in trouble," Kyle said with a sigh. "But, y'know, you could make us feel a lot better, right now, babe. Giving us blow jobs would be real relaxing and soothe our nerves."

"Of course," she said. "Of course I can give you blow jobs. Can I show you my bikini first? I was real excited to show you my bikini." She sniffled a little more. She couldn't help it.

"Yeah, hon, show us your bikini."

She forced a giggle as she tugged the sundress off of her body, shaking her shoulders as she did so that her tits jiggled enticingly, her bikini top barely able to hold them back. The boys smirked as they looked her over.

"How is that even fucking legal to wear in public?" Kyle asked with an amused snort. "It doesn't even cover your nips."

"Not that we're complaining. We're doing the opposite of complaining." Ryan grinned. "You look almost as good in that bikini as you look out of it."

"Mm, glad you like it." Chrystal forced another giggle as she twirled hair around her finger. She slid down onto her knees, then reached towards the crotch of Kyle's swim trunks, teasingly caressing his hard cock through the fabric. "Are you ready?"

"Always ready for you," Kyle said, whipping his cock out from within the trunks and thrusting it towards her face. "Go ahead, hon."

Chrystal gave Kyle his blowjob like her life depended on it, because part of her worried it did. She began with teasing kisses along the length of his cock, making sure he felt the softness of her hugely inflated bimbo lips. Then she added the efforts of her tongue into pleasing him, licking up and down his whole length, getting his whole cock nice and slick with her saliva. As she sucked on part of his cock, swirling her tongue around it while it was inside her mouth, she rubbed the rest of it with her fingertips. She wanted to take it slow and tease him to drive him crazy.

Unfortunately, she must have been teasing him for too long and too slowly, because of course Kyle grabbed her head and pushed it, along with a sharp thrust of his hips, to cram his cock all the way down her throat. She gagged dramatically, part of it authentic, part of it knowing he loved watching her gag on his cock. She did her best to deep throat him despite how utterly massive he was, sucking as hard as she could to get him off. It was rough for her. Between how massive his cock was and how deep he was thrusting it down her throat, and remembering how he'd yelled at and threatened her moments before, tears pricked her eyes yet again, and she sniffled.

Thankfully it did get him off. Kyle came in her mouth, and this time, instead of swallowing it all, she let some of it drool out of her mouth, and all over her tits. It ran down, some of it going into her cleavage, drops of it rolling down into her tiny triangular bikini top and getting on her nipples. She pushed her drool and cum covered tits up toward him, jiggling them at him tauntingly, before turning to Ryan and jiggling them at him too. However, despite her trying to be a tease and lighten her own mood, she was still upset, and whimpered just a little bit as a few tears rolled down her cheeks in spite of herself.

Ryan seemed completely uncaring, or maybe, hopefully, he didn't even notice she was crying. He barely gave her seconds to wait before thrust his cock in her face too. He pressed the tip into her lips before she could even do anything. She opened her mouth and let him push it in. Instead of trying to be a tease like she had been with Kyle, as she'd quickly learned was a bit of a mistake, she let Ryan take the lead. He was rougher than usual, and bucked his hips at her, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. Over and over again, he shoved it toward her throat, making her gag. This had to be his punishment for what she'd done by running her mouth too much. She couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a little sob, not knowing whether it was good or bad that the sob was barely audible around the huge cock that was still in her mouth.

Finally, though, Ryan noticed she was crying. He yanked his cock out of her mouth.

"Hey, babe, you okay?"

"I'm f-f-fine," she said. "Let me suck your cock and make you cum."

"You sure you're fine? You don't seem fine."

"I don't want to talk," she said, being blunt. "That won't make it better. Let me make you cum." And she grabbed his cock again and brought it to her huge full lips, giving it a few teasing kisses before beginning to suck and deep throat it again. She wasn't going to give up. She would suck until she made Ryan cum. Thankfully, the guttural grunts he was making let her know he was close. In moments, she had a mouth full of cum again. This time, she swallowed it all. But once her mouth was no longer being used by a cock, she let out a small melancholy sigh.

She didn't want to act that way, but couldn't help it. She just kept thinking of how amazing these two super well endowed and surprisingly sweet guys were, and how she'd made them so angry. She did run her mouth too much, and it was her fault. She couldn't help but think their anger was justified, and...

"Babe, you still upset?" Ryan asked. He grabbed her head, but gently this time, and ran his fingers through her platinum bleach blonde hair. "It's gonna be okay, babe. It's gonna work out. We'll work it out."

"How about we go buy you some ice cream?" Kyle asked. "Will that put a smile back on that cute bimbo lips pout of yours?"

"Y-yeah, that'd be nice of you guys." She got up off her knees, preparing to go with them.

Kyle nudged her back down onto the towel as he pulled his swim trunks back up. "Nah, babe, you stay here. If you walk over to the snack stand in that bikini, random people are gonna see your nips and all that. Usually that'd be hot as fuck, but I think since you're a little upset right now, it's probably best if you don't open that kinda can of worms today."

"Yeah, we'll get it for you." Ryan pulled his trunks up too. "What flavor do you want?"

"Vanilla, please," she said. After all, she had an idea.

"Okay, babe. We'll be right back."

She waited as they went to the snack stand. They came back with three cones of soft serve vanilla ice cream. Kyle was already licking his, and Ryan handed her one of the ones he had, before starting to lick the one he had left over. She took it eagerly, and put her clever little idea into action. They were all silent for a moment as they all ate their ice cream. But then the boys noticed exactly what she was doing with hers.

"Holy shit, bitch," Ryan said, laughing warmly. "You're such a slut you can't even just eat an ice cream cone normal. Look at you using your tongue on it all suggestively on purpose. Mouthing it with those big pillowy soft lips of yours like it's a cock. You turn everything into a porno."

"Yeah, hot damn. I hate to fucking admit it, but you really are amazing," Kyle said, a big and oddly genuine grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, you act like a regular brainless slut, but you're so good at it, and so fucking sexy. Slutty cheerleaders are a dime a dozen, and yeah, you are a slutty cheerleader. But you're like, top tier. In the top percentage of all the world's slutty cheerleaders."

"Oh, you boys like that?" This time she was the one giving them a smug smirk. She took a particularly big lick of ice cream, then drooled a little bit on purpose, letting the soft vanilla ice cream mixed with her saliva run down her cleavage, just like she did before with their cum. Hell, the creamy white ice cream even looked like cum as it dripped all over her tits. Of course that was her plan when she picked out vanilla.

She held her ice cream cone in one hand as she continued to lap it up and drool it back out over her huge tits, then used her other hand to tug down on the front of her string bikini top, teasingly slowly. First she tugged the triangles down just the littlest bit, allowing her nipples to pop out from underneath the fabric for the boys to see. Then she tugged it lower and lower, allowing her tits to spill out completely. Once again, she shook her shoulders deliberately, making her tits bounce and jiggle. Then she started squeezing and rubbing them, taking one in her hand and massaging it while pushing it upward. She grabbed her nipple and teased it with rubbing and pinching, arousing them by her touch and getting them hard.

Her ice cream cone was almost finished, all the ice cream licked up from it, so she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her huge lips all the way over the top of the cone like it was a thick cock. When she finished devouring the cone, she now had both hands free, and used them to push her tits together. She moved from her sitting position up onto her knees, to push her tits even further upward, and crawled herself closer to the boys, so she could shake her tits in their faces.

Ryan smirked and pulled out his phone. Kyle did the same seconds later. They both pointed their phones at her and hit the record buttons on their cameras, each taking a video of her as she shook her tits, moving them closer and closer to the phone camera lenses. She rubbed her nipples again, this time specifically for the camera.

"Mm, mm, mm," she moaned as she enjoyed stimulating her nipples. She was making herself horny. Well, hornier than she usually was, given that most of the time, just being around Kyle and Ryan gave her that tingly feeling of arousal. Then, doing sexual shit in front of them, like showing off her body for them, made her even hornier, and doing things for them like sucking their cocks got her pussy wet and throbbing. Well, what with her playing with her nipples for their viewing pleasure, her pussy was certainly wet and throbbing now.

She leaned back onto the beach towel again, and spread her legs, continuing to play with her tits with one hand, and letting her other hand descend between her legs. She placed her fingers up against her soaked and swollen pussy lips and rubbed them, teasing herself, getting herself even more horny. Her breathing got heavy, and she inhaled deeply as she began plunging her fingers into her pussy one after the other, until she had three fingers inside. She spread those fingers out, opening her pussy wide, pressing into the inner walls of her pussy and making it feel so full. She took her thumb and started rubbing her clit, feeling it swell up even further beneath her touch.

God, the sensations overtaking her body felt so good. She moaned loudly, perhaps too loudly considering she was on a beach with people not too far away, then bit down on her lower lip to suppress the second wave of moans. Usually the idea of someone discovering her during her masturbation session would be another huge turn-on, but the boys were right. She was in a weird place emotionally today, and so it wasn't a good day for exhibitionism. At least, not exhibitionism to other people. She was more than happy to put on a show for the boys. So she kept up on rubbing her clit and letting out whimpers of pleasure.

"You realize we're recording video of you on our phones right now?" Ryan said with a sharp exhale of amusement.

"Yeah, mm, ahh, that's why I started, ahh, masturbating," Chrystal said, between heavy breaths that made her tits heave and jiggle.

"Of course a slut like you wants us to make a video of you masturbating." Kyle let out a snort of a laugh. "Well, hope you don't mind if I join in." He whipped his once again already hard cock back out from under his swim trunks and started rubbing it, harder and harder, pleasuring himself until he growled. Ryan joined in as well, and soon the two boys were both jerking off to Chrystal's antics.

"Mm, fuck. You put on an amazing show."

"So do you," she said, gasping in even more pleasure as she eyed them up. Watching them jack off their huge cocks as she played with herself added a whole new dimension to the bliss she was feeling. "Those cocks... mmm." She let out another moan, then another.

"Mm, you like our cocks." Ryan let out a growl of pleasure. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah, of course you love these cocks," Kyle said, panting. "Yeah... yeah, yeah. Ohhhh yeah."

The three of them came almost in unison. The boys aimed their cocks and sprayed their cum over her body, covering her big tits and her toned stomach with it. She wiped the cum onto her beach towel before collapsing down onto it, having to catch her breath.

"Well, that was hot," Kyle said.

"Yeah, so fucking hot. It's getting late, though, and we all have classes tomorrow," Ryan sighed, closing the video app on his phone. "We better be responsible gentlemen and get you home on time."

"Responsible gentlemen?" Kyle laughed as he put his phone away too. "Well, maybe. We were kinda uncalled for nasty to you today, so maybe we need to make up for it by being responsible gentlemen." He held out his hand to her to help her get up from her now sticky towel, and Ryan then tossed the balled up sundress at her so she could tug it back on.

"Mm, you boys can be sweet when you feel like it," Chrystal giggled. "Such rock hard muscle hunks with a sexy cocky attitude, and yet you have a little soft spot. That makes you even hotter."

"We do not have a soft spot," Kyle huffed, though with a laugh in his voice.

"Okay, maybe we have a tiny little soft spot, but only 'cause you think it makes us hotter." Ryan smirked.

Chrystal sighed as she got in the boys' truck, a little bummed that they didn't fuck her that night. She couldn't help but wonder if maybe they held out on her on purpose, because they were still a little bit pissed off at her. But at least the three of them had their hot little beach masturbation session, and that was enough to make the night worth it to her, even in spite of all the upsetting shit that had happened at the start. She hoped the situation would resolve itself, and was willing to do anything she could to help. If the boys needed her to say the right thing so that they didn't get in trouble with their football league, she'd do that. If the boys needed blowjobs, well, of course she'd do that.

The boys parked their truck in front of the front door to her apartment, and she got out of the truck, expecting to walk in by herself. But they both got out of the truck too, just to walk her to the door, almost gentlemanly. Ryan pushed her up against the door once they got to it, though, kind of ruining the sweetness of what they'd just done. Then, though, he leaned in and kissed her, pressing his rough masculine lips to her overinflated bimbo ones, probing her mouth with his tongue surprisingly gently for a moment before easing away. And, like anything else with these two, once one of them backed off, the other one came in. Kyle leaned in next, and gave her a tender open mouthed kiss as well.