To satisfy everyone, I've split up this story into two parts, the first of which being much less degrading and a little more accessible. If you're looking for a solid reluctance story that's a little less forceful, the first part is for you. But I'd definitely stop there. The second part, things take a turn for the more depraved and humiliating, and the first part is a complete work in and of itself, so you don't HAVE to read both parts.
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1
Jacey and Mallory stepped out of Jacey's father's large SUV, along with Jacey's younger sister. In the driveway, both their mothers climbed out of Mallory's mom's minivan, along with Mallory's younger brothers. Everyone was stretching and yawning, it was late in the day when they'd arrived at Port St. Ismuth.
"Hell of a drive," Joe called to Mallory's dad, Frank.
"Yeah, but trust me, you're gonna love it, come on, let's unpack."
Jacey grabbed her backpack and headed inside.
"You girls can stay in that room," Joe said, waving at a small room off to the side of the beach house.
Jacey and Mallory walked over and threw their bags in the corner, closing the door and collapsing onto one of the beds.
It was the summer after their senior year of highschool, and both their families had planned a weekend trip, celebrating the start of summer.
They'd been best friends for years, and as a result their parents had intermingled and become close friends as well. This wasn't the first trip they'd planned together, but Jacey and Mallory were glad to finally both be 18, insisting that they'd be going out on their own whenever they wanted this trip.
"Oh, you're gonna have so much fun," Jacey giggled, jumping on Mallory's bed next to her, turning over on her back.
Jacey was dirty blonde and about 5'3'. She was cute, with big bright blue eyes and big soft lips She had a soft, round belly, a little bit chubbier, but soft and supple and round, with pale skin, a big, fat ass, and giant tits. They were too big for her size, and her parents had offered many times over for a breast reduction, but she'd always refused.
"Ha, I hope so, I wish they'd have just left us at home so we could have thrown that party instead," Mallory laughed.
She was Jacey's polar opposite, a couple inches taller, skinny as could be, with small, perky b-cups and dark brown hair, thick eyebrows and a cute little ass.
"Yeah, that woulda been cool, but whatever. We'll have fun, and they did say we could go out on our own the whole time. I'm sure we can find some cute boys, get a little weed, booze, it's gonna be great."
"Ha, yeah, maybe some surfers?" Mallory smiled, and Jacey giggled.
"God, yeah, surfers are so hot! And for the love of god, we have got to get you laid."
Mallory blushed, rubbing her arm and shrugging.
"I dunno, I want my first time to be special, you know?"
Jacey rolled over, putting her head on Mallory's lap and smiling.
"What would be more special than some cute surfer boy, smoking weed around a campfire, sneaking off to make love on the beach?" Jacey cooed, and Mallory shoved her off.
"Ha, well, yeah, I guess that does sound pretty nice." Mallory laughed, standing up and heading for their private bathroom.
There was a knock on the door, and they heard Frank's voice yelling at them.
"You girls get ready, we're gonna get dinner!" He hollered, and they both shouted "Okay" in unison, giggling.
They put on some make up and changed into their bikinis. Mallory's was red with turquoise beads, and Jazey's was white with purple polka dots.
They stepped out, and Frank almost spit out his beer, looking at them.
"Ah, come on, you can't really be thinkin' of wearin' that out for dinner," He spat at Mallory, shaking his head.
"Aw come on Mr. Jennings," Jacey hopped out, smiling and showing her big, white teeth. "It's a beach town, I always dress like this!"
Joe came out, buttoning up a cliche hawaiian print t-shirt.
"Don't bother, Frank, she's right. All the kids walk around here like that, none of the restaurants give a rats ass. Fuck it," He said, finishing his beer, and they all slowly gathered and loaded back into the cars: Their moms, Jacey's younger sister, Mallory's two younger brothers, and the dads.
They went out for dinner at a crab shack, enjoying the fresh, local seafood while drinking and getting rowdy.
"Aw, come on, dad, let me have a sip of your margarita," Jacey whined, reaching for the icy glass, her tits almost falling out of her bikini.
"Yeah right, Jacey, I don't feel like gettin' kicked out just yet, and you two are driving us home anyways," Joe roared, grabbing the glass and finishing it off.
"Hmph," Jacey pouted, then turned to Mallory, who was nibbling at some fried fish.
"Hey, see those guys up there at the bar?" Jacey whispered, and Mallory slowly looked up to see two older guys, shirtless, drinking beers and taking turns glancing at them.
"Yeah, why?"
"The guy on the right has been checking you out for a while now," Jacey giggled, and Mallory looked up at him.
He was taller, bushy brown hair and a six pack, talking to his blonde friend, intermittently turning their way.
"Yeah? So?"
"I bet he surfs, just look at him! He's so tan. And his friend's not too bad either. We should go talk to them!"
Mallory instantly turned beat red, shaking her head and sipping some water.
"In front of everyone? No way, Jacey."
Jacey shrugged, turning her attention to her mom's glass of wine.
"Suit yourself," She said under her breath.
2
The next day, Jacey and Mallory walked to the beach and laid out for a while, lathering up with suntan lotion and enjoying the breeze, even taking a dip after a while to cool off.
Around noon, they realized they were getting hungry and decided to head back for lunch. They'd walked a little way down the road so as to get some privacy from their parents and younger siblings, and the walk back wasn't unbearable, but it was hot.
Suddenly, a jeep passed them, then hit on the breaks, cutting into reverse and pulling back up to them. In the front seats were the guys from the night before.
"Hey, weren't you two at the crab shack last night?" The brown haired guy from the passenger seat asked.