Spring Break. 1993. South Padre Island. Well hung bf/fwb had showed up to go with me, and we were there with 8 other people. We had money for gas and food…but not lodging. We drank. A LOT. Sun up, sun down. And I flashed, a lot. Well, one particular post Matamorras trip, we found a quiet area of the beach to park and put our tents up. While we were getting stuff set up, we noticed a fire in the distance so, I headed toward it.
Typical beach party. Drinking. Talking. Bonfire. Good times. And then I noticed the distinct smell of weed coming from a truck parked a little off from the group. Well, I sauntered myself over and knocked on the trucks window. Batted my eyes at them, and they happily let me in.
151 shots. Oouch. But I hung just fine. Shot, toke, pipe, shot. I was floating but…in control. (And no, this isn’t somewhere to interject consent commentary. I had a good idea of what was going to happen when I got in.) Well, sorta.
30-45 minutes in, I felt both their eyes on my boobs so…I decided since I was consuming their party favors, I could at least let them see the girls. I closed my eyes, grabbed my t-shirt and just tossed it to the side.
I’m not sure what I thought was going to happen, but as soon as my top was off, the staring was ratcheted up about 5 notches. The guy to my rt asked me if he could feel, and I leaned into him, signaling my emphatic yes. The guy on my left leaned in and kissed me deeply, and I suddenly realized that I had misjudged the situation and, it got real very quickly. My breasts were being expertly massaged, and his friend was kissing me perfectly. Firmly, one hand running through my hair, and the other rubbing what was quickly becoming my very wet pussy. Boy #1, the one on my rt, bit my earlobe, and began to go from ear to my neck. When boy 2 on my left reached down and grabbed my bikini bottom, I lifted up and let him, signaling that I was their’s for the taking.
Unskinny Bop was blaring on the radio.
The guy to my left grabbed my hand, and nodded to his friend. They opened the doors, and I followed. Sprinting naked Down to their tent. We walked in, they quickly downed a beer each, and I classily sucked down a few shots of Malibu.
Boy #1 kissed me, and nudged me down to the blankets. He turned me over, and started banging me from behind. Boy 2 was kissing me, telling me what a hot little bitch I was, which soooooo turned me on.
About 10 minutes into it, he without warning started spanking me. So here I am…2 strangers. Kissing one. Letting the other fuck me, the sound of Poison and the tide in the background. Omg!
He turned me over, to my back and started really pounding in. My thighs were shaking, and I was utterly out of control. Boy 2 is kissing me while his friend power fucks me. I felt him start to back off, and knew he was cumming, so I wrapped my legs around him and demanded he cum in me.
As soon as he quit cumming, I told the other boy he could have a go, and my gosh did he. He was thick and much less gentle. He was balls deep in one stroke and power fucked me for about 5 minutes before blasting deep inside. I guess boy #1 didn’t need a hint, and he jumped right back.
This went on for a good 90 minutes, until I desperately needed a cigarette and a drink. But that was a great round 1. We’ll talk about round 2 and my fwb later.
Gnite.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o32229/sex_on_the_beach_x2_south_padre_1992_fmf_cheating