"How did I get to be the virgin sacrifice?" Margaret wondered, "and what do I do now?"
Margaret thought over the events that had led to her being in this embarrassing, tantalising and, she had to admit, sexually stimulating position.
It had started with the beach party. There were about a dozen of them there. They all knew each other and were fortunate enough to have landed up on a private beach for their party. They were all in their late teens or early twenties, and Margaret, at nineteen, was by no means the youngest.
It was a warm day, a nice blue sky and plenty of sunshine, but with a cooling breeze off the water stopping the heat from becoming onerous. They'd played and enjoyed water sports before moving on to a barbecue.
Everyone was in high spirits and the gaiety seemed contagious, everyone happy and flirtatious. The party had started with an imbalance in sexes, but a couple of the men had to leave early for work, and a couple of extra girls turned up after work.
There was now a dozen of them, evenly split between men and women, but no-one was actually paring up at this stage. They were just a homogeneous group, enjoying common pleasures.
It would be a bit hard to pinpoint just why they all seemed to be so high on excitement. They weren't doing drugs and, while there was beer available, nobody seemed to be getting plastered.
The atmosphere seemed to kick up a notch when the dancing was going on. It was Betsy that started it. Big boobed Betsy, as some of the men called her. She was bouncing about in what she called a dance, when one of those big boobs had bounce right out of her bikini. There was some general laughter as she hurriedly stuffed it back into place, but shortly after the errant boob made another try at escaping.
This time Betsy just muttered something along the lines of "the hell with it" and dropped her bikini top to the side. She didn't mind putting on a bit of a display.
Naturally, there was a bit of teasing, first of Betsy for going topless, and then of the rest of the girls for not doing the same. After a little of this Kathy had said "Fine. Enjoy the show" and doffed her top. With this example it wasn't long before all the girls were parading topless, enjoying having the men admiring their attributes.
So the general air of fun was also heightened by a tinge of sexual flirtation, and so the dancing and flirting continued.
Margaret wasn't sure why Kathy decided to drop her bikini bottom. She'd observed one of the men talking to her and laughing, and then Kathy was laughing and her bikini was dropping away and she was dancing nude.
Betsy had been the first to pick up on the challenge, of course. She never could bear to be outdone, so it was only moments before she was nude. Once the nudity was started it was easier to go along with it, than resist. "Lemmings," thought Margaret, as she shed her own bathers. "That's what we are. We're all lemmings, rushing to our doom."
So now all the girls were nude, dancing, sitting or just standing around flirting. The men still had their bathers on, although if anyone cared to look there were some notable bulges in some of them.
Someone teasingly asked why the men didn't toss their bathers and was told because of the semaphores.
Sandy was the one who had to explain. "Consider it," she said. "If a woman is excited and feeling horny," at which point she looked straight at Kathy's boobs, "then her nipples will stand out. However this can be explained away by cold water or a cool breeze. On the other hand, if a man is feeling excited, he immediately runs out a large semaphore flag and starts waving it in everyone's face. It can be rather embarrassing for the dear chaps."
There was some general hilarity at this comment, and a couple of rude comments about how big the flagpoles were. This was the point, in Margaret's opinion that things started to go downhill rapidly.
There were some more comments on how to determine the true size of a man's erection. Did you go by length or width or did you take both into account. The general consensus amongst the girls was that length and width were more important than length alone, whereas the men tended to favour the length. Probably because that was easiest thing for them to measure.
Naturally the question then arose, which of the men had the biggest, as determined by length and width. There was the standard boasting and such, but it stopped cold when Sandy calmly observed that she had a tape measure in her purse.
The girls started teasing the men, offering to do the measuring and work out the proper size. They said length by the diameter would give them volume. Kathy said her phone had a scientific calculator and could give accurate answers. The men seemed just a little reluctant to put their appendages into the girl's tender care for formal measuring.
That was when Kathy, damn her frivolous soul, offered a deal. "We'll give the winner a prize," she announced.
Interest was sparked, but just what sort of prize was she offering?
"Whoever has the biggest erection gets to deflower a virgin," announced Kathy with a laugh. "I know where I can get my hands on one."
The men seemed to think this was reasonable, the women generally agreed providing the virgin was willing, and Margaret was horrified and not at all willing.
Kathy turned and looked pointedly at Margaret, and it wasn't long before all other eyes were on her. Brian was the first to speak.
"Still a virgin, Maggie?" he asked, a teasing smile on his face. "Now that is interesting. What is your answer?"
"No. No, no, no and a thousand times no. I'm not offering myself up for a prize for anyone."
"You're not thinking this through, Maggie," said Kathy. "If you happen to look down, you'll notice that you're already naked and you're nipples are already standing proud, begging to be touched. It's fairly obvious that you're probably going to get laid tonight anyway, so why not with a real winner?"
"I'll tell you what, Maggie," said Andy, adding his little bit. "We'll add a penalty. If whoever wins doesn't give you an orgasm, none of the girls will get laid tonight."
There were a few protests about this, from both sexes, but Andy was insistent that the penalty should stand. "It will stop the prize from just being a wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. The winner is going to have to put some effort in."
To Margaret's consternation everyone seemed willing to go along with this, but she held fast to her refusal. There was just no way she would let them use her like this. That was why she was appalled to hear herself asking feebly what would happen if there was a draw? Would she be expected to take both men?
"Don't worry," she was told, "If there's a draw you can take your pick and the person you don't pick gets his choice from the rest of us."
There seemed to be general agreement at this, and Margaret found that her acceptance of the deal had been assumed, though for the life of her she couldn't remember agreeing.
For a short while general hilarity reigned as appropriate measurements were taken, and retaken in several cases for no obvious reason. Watching and chewing on her lip, wondering if she should turn and bolt, Margaret drew the conclusion that some of the girls just wanted to be able to touch as many erections as they could.
Then a winner was announced, and the time for the virgin sacrifice had arrived. Brian approached her, smiling.
"It's a good thing he's not gloating," she thought, "or the only touch he'd get would be my foot planted where it will quite ruin his erection." His rather large erection, she noticed, nervously.
She looked at him helplessly for a moment, before finding her voice. "When are you going to collect your prize?" she whispered.
Brian smiled. "Why here and now, of course," he said. "Don't you remember the penalty clause?"
Margaret swallowed. She had a lump in her throat and a sudden burning awareness of her breasts, which felt as though they were swelling, and of her pussy, which was now feeling hot and damp and waiting.
Looking nervously at the interested spectators and the large amount of beach available, Margaret broached her next question.
"Where do you intend to take me? There's not much privacy here."
"Nowhere," came the reply, and this time Margaret considered his smile to be a thing of pure evil. "Everyone will want to witness and make sure I give you your climax, so that they can start pairing up," he reminded her.
Brian reached over and drew her closer to him. A little too close in Margaret's opinion, as she could feel his prize winning entry gently reaching out to tap her.
"It won't be too bad," Brian told her, speaking gently. "You must have known this would happen to you sooner or later."
"What," Margaret returned, "Losing my virginity in front of a crowd to the winner of the world's biggest dick contest? I must admit that the idea has been on my mind since puberty."
