The Beach
As we pull into a parking space at the city's parking lot, we can already see lots of beachgoers, many of whom are guys, and most of them have hardons because of all the bikini clad women around them.
Thinking back to my research on the pre-Comet era, I almost feel like a pre-Comet guy. Coming here to scope out as much of the exposed flesh of the opposition as possible.
Stephanie grabs me by the arm and almost hisses "Look at all those gorgeous cocks!" Then after a pause, she says, "I'm getting' horny just looking at 'em!"
I can't help but snort an almost laugh through my nose, at that.
"Well, it has been a week," Stephanie says in reply to my snicker. "And then that pre-show by the pool, followed by teasing Chet... You know you're horny too, slut*!"
*It should be noted that in this era, the use of the term "slut" or any derivatives of it are meant the same way that the term "stud" used to be used for men that could score the babes. It's no longer the derogatory term that it used to be. It's a term of sexual prowess and success. Being a slut is actually considered a GOOD thing, just as being a stud was considered so. The term is actually gender neutral. Men are also sluts... if they can score the women.
I laugh out loud and when I can finally get my laughter under control, I snicker a quick, "Jeeze, it's like you've never even seen one before!"
Getting out of the car, I look at her and say "come on my slutty friend... let's go get some dick!" and having said that I turn toward the walkway over to the beach, with Stephanie trotting just a bit to catch up with me.
Once she's caught up to me, she matches my pace and we confidently stride to the beach... fully aware of each and every dick that we pass, and just how hard and beautiful most of them are.
Even the smaller ones are beautiful in their own way... because well... they are dicks and dicks are awesome! I may not want to fuck the small ones but they are still nice to play with. Smaller dicks don't make your jaw ache as much during a blowjob, for example, and they are still full of that useful man-cream.
As we're walking over the sand bridge, Stephanie and I spot a group of well toned and tanned guys playing volleyball. They must have just recently started because there's not a crowd of women gawking at all the flopping and waving dicks as they jump and dive around for that ball... yet.
As dick watching, and maybe getting, was our primary reason for coming to the beach in the first place, that's where we silently agree to head.
Once we are at the make-shift "court", the first thing that I notice is that there are no "pastel only" cock-rings. It's a mix of about 6 straight guys and 4 bisexual guys. After I've checked out the rings and the cocks in them for a bit, I look at Stephanie, who was also doing a little checking them out of herown, and say "Which side should we take?" I nod to the side to our right which has 2 straight guys and 3 bisexual guys, and say "the dicks on that side look awesome, but every girl here is going to want to snag them."
Then I nod to the side on our left, which has 4 straight guys and 1 bisexual guy, and say "but the guys over there don't seem to be too bad either, and, being that they appear to be a little less well hung, there will probably be less competition for us to convince them to let us have a ride."
"Hmmm good point," Stephanie agrees. "Let's go with these guys," indicating the team on our left, "maybe even start a conversation just before their next serve?"
Having agreed on a side, we take up a position near the "out of bounds" line at the "serving" corner of the makeshift court and lower ourselves down to the sand to watch the game... and the dicks.
After a few dozen volleys, and numerous scores back and forth, we realize that the guys aren't even keeping score. That's okay, we don't really care. Some sports are just played to get the guys noticed by women. And as women we don't mind because it does give us a chance to notice the guys.
Once we realize this is just guys out to meet women, Stephanie gives me a nudge. "Go ahead, ask one of them!"
"Okay, okay." I tell her, and then await my chance. I don't want to make them miss a point... even if they aren't keeping score. That would be rude.
But, once it's their serve, as the guy who is going to serve heads to the corner, I give him a wave and say "Nice cock, wanna put it to some use after the game?"
"Sure" he says with a smile that tells me I just made his day.
"Okay, but you have to get him," and I point to one of his teammates, "to join us so my friend," nodding at Stephanie, "gets some action too."
He looks where I'm pointing and says, "I think I can arrange that." then he raises his voice a bit and says "Hey, Ray, you got plans for after the game?"
"Nah, Johnny, I'm free... why?" the guy that's apparently named Ray says.
"Wanna get some action? These beauties are offering." the guy apparently named Johnny says, indicating Stephanie and me, with a wave of his hand.
Stephanie waves at Ray, and Ray says, "I'm definitely up for that!" and almost as if his dick wants to give an assurance as well, it stiffens up a bit too.
"Before you serve, can I give you a kiss for luck?" I ask Johnny.
"Sure" he says as he walks over.
Once he's near me, I rise up to my knees, but that's as far as I go, because, to his surprise, and the surprise of everyone watching, I lean forward and kiss the tip of his dick (but just a kiss, because sucking it in public would get me arrested!), getting a twitch from it. Then I look up and say "good luck!", which draws a few whistles and catcalls about his luck from his team, the opposing team, and several of the spectators.
The ice, now broken, several women start making advances on the guys, and the game basically falls apart, as it was only a pretense to get girls anyway. More women advancing than guys available in fact. So the guys have to choose.
Fortunately, as it turns out, for Stephanie and myself, we picked well... and first. So the other ladies around the make-shift "court" didn't even ask Johnny or Ray, out of respect for me opening up the real "game", maybe? But the rest, they all start treating them as if the rest are fair game. And the ladies all start trying to up the ante on requests for the guys' affections.
Johnny and Ray trot over to us after the game was "called" due to lack of interest in volleyball at that point, and as they both reach out a hand to help us up, Johnny says, "So, ladies, what did you have in mind?"
Stephanie and I both accept the hands that were offered and when we are standing, I reach out and softly grab Johnny's dick then I look at Stephanie and say "Ohhh, I dunno I'm sure something will come up. Wha'da'ya think Steph?" as Johnny's dick grows a little more and gets hard as a rock.
When Stephanie sees what I did, she reaches out and softly grabs Ray's dick and agrees with me, saying, "Yeah, Mandy, I'm sure something will come up that we can do" all the while Ray's dick is having the same reaction that Johnny's had.
After glancing at Ray's dick, while feeling Johnny's, I say "Boys, do you have an idea of what we could do?"
"Well..." Ray says. "If you gals ain't just teasin' us..."
At the exact time as Johnny says, "My place, we can go to my place!"
Which stops Ray's comment cold in it's tracks, once he realizes they are both basically suggesting the same thing, then Ray continues with "Yeah, Johnny's place is closer. It's just a cup-lah blocks from here.
"Well," I say, looking at Johnny, "I would say lead the way, but I don't wanna let go of this beauty." Then I give his dick a couple of quick pulses with my hand... squeeze, release, squeeze, release, squeeze, release. Which urges him to point.
As he's pointing, he says "That way, up to the light and then turn left, away from the beach."
Now that we have a direction, we all head toward Johnny's house, both of us girls leading our chosen boys by the heads that we all know are really in control.
It doesn't take long and we're at Johnny's place. Ray was right. It was just a few blocks away. If it weren't for a couple of buildings in the way he'd even have "beach view". It's a building seven or eight floors tall, but I'm not counting, I'm thinking about the dick I'll be filled with soon.
Johnny says "I'm on the 4th floor" as we step into the elevator. Then once we are situated, he presses the "4" button and away we go.
As we're riding, I glance at the elevator's button panel. 7 is the highest number. I was right. When we step out of the elevator, Johnny says "third door there" and points down the hallway at the appropriate door, so I lead him to it, with Stephanie following, also leading Ray.
As we walk, Johnny reaches into the expandable pouch on his satchel and comes up with his keys. By the time we reach the door, he's found the right one and he slips it in the lock, opening the door.
As it's his home, I let go of him, so he can invite me in, properly. As it's not Ray's place, Stephanie keep hold of her charge.
Johnny steps in and says, "Come on in," with a 'follow me' kind of wave. Then as soon as the door has closed, he looks at me and says, "Can I help you off with that?" looking at my boobs, and obviously meaning my top.
"No, thanks." I tell him as I reach up with one hand and undo the bow behind my neck, then I let the triangles fall away from my breasts as I reach back and undo that bow behind my back. Once that's done, I tell him, "But you can help me out of this," while pointing, with both hands, at my bottoms.
As he jumps at the chance to expose my pussy, I glance over at Stephanie who is already naked, having apparently told Ray to get her bottoms off first, then while he was working on them, she undid her top.
Kneeling in front of me as he takes down my bottoms, he stares at my womanhood and says "you have a beautiful pussy. I knew you would." which makes me giggle a little bit, because I don't think it's all that beautiful. Unlike Stephanie, who's inner labia only expose themselves when she's horny and spread open, my inner lips are too big to stay tucked inside... even when I'm not turned on.