"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."
