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Subject: {ASSM} Beach Debauch (MF, cons, first)
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                               Beach Debauch

     Cory Walton thought at first that when her family talked about
renting property at the beach and vacationing there that it was an
unbelievably good idea.  If they flew from Cincinnati to the east coast
it would be the third time in her seventeen years that she had flown,
and the furthest.  A train trip would maybe not be as much fun, but she
had never taken a train for more than an hour.  And at the worst,
driving to the seashore would be overnight.
     She liked the idea of having a chance to flirt with some boys whom
she had never met and would probably never see again.  She would not
want to do anything more with them, or at least not much, since she had
never ever done much with her boyfriend, Terry Frazier, after dating
him for about a year.  Not that she wasn't tempted...
     It did turn out too good to believe.  Her parents had said "beach"
not "seashore."  The beach was Hartley Beach, not at the Atlantic Ocean
but on Lake erie, only about an hour's drive away.  The property was
not some ramshackle beach-house, which might be kind of romantic, but a
normal house two blocks from the lake on normal paved streets.
     Her mother tries to convince her that this was better - no salt
water in her eyes, no jellyfish, no big crowds from the cities, no bad
food from boardwalk stands - nut Cory wasn't sure that she wanted to
buy it.
     She learned to put up with it, though.  The house turned out kind
of nice.  I belonged to a retired couple who lived there nine months of
the year and off in the east for the other three, due to the wife's
allergy to pollen.  For those three months, it was rented to people
three or four weeks at a time, furnished, and with a satellite dish for
use nights and rainy days.
     There was a good big kitchen, and diners and restaurants in
walking distance.
     Cory sulked for the first day (easy, since it was cloudy and
threatened to rain) but then put on a bathing suit and went down to the
lake.  She swam arounf, and got really tempted to try to make it out to
one of the little islands out there.  But she decided against it.
     She met some of the local teenagers and some from the other
families vacationing nearby.  They were all right, but that made her
miss her boyfriend back in Cincinnati.
     After four days, on Thursday, her boyfriend called her up.  In the
couple of weeks from the time the rental was set up to the time the
family left, Cary had given Terry Frazier the telephone number she
would be at, but not the address or even the name of the town.  (On
parts of the lake shore, the town name had to be guessed at, since it
was houses for miles and miles.)
     He said, "It sounds a lot like you are only a few minutes' drive
from where I stayed with some people a couple of years ago.  I think I
know the area."
     Terry worked during the summer, but after noon on Friday he was
free.  He could drive down and meet her on Saturday morning, then drive
back at night.  That sounded great to Cory, and she gave him the street
address and told him what to watch for in terms of landmarks and road
exits.  (Her parents helped there, once it was clear that he wasn't
going to stay overnight.)
     He told Cory that he was going to meet her at eight o'clock on
Saturday morning.  At seven-thirty, Cory looked out and saw Terry
sitting on the porch in bathing trunks.  He said he had changed clothes
in the car, but wouldn't say what time he had gotten up that morning to
drive down.
      Cory finished breakfast and changed into a loose wrap over a
sky-blue two-piece bathing suit, the wrap so that her parents might not
notice how brief the bathing suit was.  (It only partly worked, but her
mother couldn't quite decide to make her put on another.)
     After all, Cory thought to herself, she wasn't showing as much
skin as he boyfriend Terry.  On the other hand, Terry was showing more
of himself than she had ever seen before; and there was more to show,
in a way, than she had thought.  Terry's bare chest had a lot more
muscles than she ever suspected, and his legs looked a lot stronger.
She had never thought about whether he had hair on his chest, but there
it was, though fine and blond, and soft, as she learned later.
     And maybe it was the way the trunks were made, or maybe that she
looked at it more now, but the bulge in the trunks was bigger than she
expected.
     As it was, once they were out of sight of the house, she rook off
the wrap to show that her two-piece suit was a few inches thick on top
and a handkerchief and some string below.  But the wrap was not
practical to keep near them in the water and they couldn't just leave
it on the beach, so Terry walked back and stowed it in his car while
she waited.
     They waded in, then swam together.  They got halfway to one of the
small islands, but Cory worried about tiring out, so they turned back
to shore.  At Terry's suggestion, they went along the shore northwards,
lying on their backs and paddling to drift over the water.
     "This feels so nice," Terry said, "It's like I'm lying with you on
a gigantic bed and we can do anything we want to on it and nobody will
ever know."
     Cory did not reply, though the idea of being on a huge bed with
Terry, almost naked as they both were right now, was very appealing -
more so than she wanted to admit to him.
     He tried to put an arm around her, but having each of them only
paddle with one hand did not work very well - they kept sinking - so
they went back to the way they were.
     After a while, Cory realized that they were now almost as far from
the house as if they had gone to one of the islands and suggested that
they turn back sometime soon.
     "Let's go on a little more," said Terry.  "If we get tired of
swimming we can just walk back on the shore, and we couldn't do that
from an island.  At the very worst we could call and have your folks
pick us up."
     Then they came in sight of a place where the highway ran close to
a rocky cliff next to the beach, and Terry said he recognized that and
knew there was a good place to rest nearby.
     Sure enough, another hundred feet along the beach broadened out
and there was a cave cut into the rocks, with shallow water close to
it.  The couple walked shoreward until the water was waist-deep, then
Terry took the seventeen-year-old girl into his arms and began to kiss
her avidly.
     Cory objected that this was too public - she only wanted too much
what he was doing - but he told her to look around; it was impossible
for anyone to see them where they were.
     He resumed holding and kissing her, his tongue deep in her mouth,
with the waves gently beating on them, while his hands moved on her
almost-naked back until they settled on her buttocks and pulled her to
him.
     One hand dipped under the waterline and into the back of her suit
to feel the bare flesh, and Cory yielded to the temptation of the bulge
in his trunks and ground herself against him freely.
     "Let's go sit on the sand," Terry said.
     They walked into the shallow cavern, where the overhanging rocks
covered maybe a dozen feet of fine white soft sand, shadowed from the
midday sun.
     "Look, somebody left a cloth down here," Terry said.  "We can lie
down on it together."  And he pulled a red and tan blanket from under a
large rock.
     That blanket looked like it was rather new for someone to just
abandon to Cory, but with the way she felt she wasn't inclined to
wonder much.  She had no way of knowing that Terry had put it there,
pulling off the road early that morning, climbing down a path he
remembered from years ago, walking on a part of the beach now covered
by water - for the Great Lakes have tides too - and placing it where it
could be found by seeming good luck.
     Cory could tell herself that they would just lie and watch the
waves, but she knew it was not true. The two very soon were back to
cuddling.
     Cory found Terry's chest hair fascinating, and arousing, if you
got down to it.   Also the way he kissed her, and the feel of his body
next to her, and the strength of his muscles.
     It was not very long before one of his hands had slipped under the
cloth of her top enough to press on the side of one breast.  She
whimpered, but did not object.  He had done that before - but with more
clothing to cover her - and perhaps to less effect.
     Terry took this as encouraging, and cupped his hand fully over
that breast, while pressing his mouth harder against hers.  Perhaps she
wanted him to do that, or perhaps she was slow to feel that she
shouldn't; in either case his other hand reached back to the clasp on
the back of her tip and undid it.
     Cory raised her head from his then and looked startled, but only
grazed her finger on the hair of his chest, downward to his stomach,
stopping at the waistband of his trunks.
     She let him peel the top back to expose one small round hill with
a peak now rigid with desire.  He cupped the same breast agin but now
with the palm on her young flesh.  He touched the nipple and pulled
gently, raising it a little further.
     Cory shifted now from her side to her back, and the suit top fell
to the blanket.  Terry also shifted, to use both hands on her breasts,
then his mouth and lips on one - then the other.
     "You are sure nobody can see us?" she asked.
     "Look out there.  You would have to swim here, and nobody is close
to us," he replied.
     After he returned to working on her breasts, she gave a shudder,
as if the sensation became too much for her, and Terry smiled a
satisfied smile at the reaction.
     He lay back, half on his side, and kissed her deeply again.  When
he had her gasping for air, he relented for a moment, then plunged his
tongue in suddenly, at the same moment plunging his hand into the
bottom of her suit and plunging one finger between her labia.
     Her body jerked, and his finger pressed deeper.  This was
something he had never done to her before, that no one had ever done
but herself.  But the sudden sharp pleasure was so welcomed by her body
that her mind was overwhelmed.
     Her next reaction, one must admit, was not to throw him off, grab
her suit top, and swim home, but to reach down to his trunks and grasp
the length of his erection, then slide her hand up it.
     When her hand went back down, his body jerked at the mental vision
of sliding into her and the pressure of her vaginal walls around him as
he did, if he did today, which seemed more and more likely.
     His finger stayed busy for a while, then he withdrew that hand to
untie the string holding her suit bottom on.    But when that was done,
his hand did not return; instead he lowered his body until his face was
where the suit bottom had been.  She gasped as she knew what he was
offering to do, and would do unless she told him not to.
     She let him continue.
     At the first contact of his mouth on her labia, Cory drew in a
sharp breath.  She exhaled it and gasped as he sucked on her there,
drawing out the juices that had formed, and made her produce more.
     "Uh! Unnh-huh!" she cried.
     As the outer labia opened his tongue moved between them.  The
sensation made her body arch slightly and her arms reached out and
downwards.  Her Her fingers hooked into the side of the blanket and
grasped it, tightening into fists - to keep from his head.  Not that
she did not have some thought of stopping him from what he was doing,
but what he was doing kept her from having very much thought of
anything; all that she ahd in her head was what she was feeling.
     His tongue drew slowly up, pausing slightly to stab into the ring
of her inner labia, and continued until it reached her clitoris, where
it touched, pressed, and withdrew as his lip came forward to circle the
little nub and suck on it.
     "Unnh!"  Her fingers dug into the ground.
     Now he began to lap methodically at her opening, to the
accompaniment of a series of gasps and cries from the teenage girl, now
well on the road to being much more experienced.
     His hands reached up to caress her small breasts, to trace around
her excited nipples and pull on them and raise them more; and his head
raised also, but to come back down with a rigid tongue, spearing into
her in imitation of an erection.  Or perhaps one should say in
foreshadowing.
     When Terry judged that Cory was well along to an orgasm from what
his lips and tongue were doing to her, he raised his body so that his
mouth could work on her breasts and the fingers of one hand could
replace his mouth.
    The other hand went to the little pocket in the back of his
swimming trunks and removed a foil-wrapped square to lay it beside
them.
     She lay under him now, naked, her legs spread wide, in the perfect
position to be entered and taken by him.  His head left her breasts to
face hers, to kiss her and enter her waiting mouth, while his fingers
were busier than ever, rubbing her and entering her and spreading her
open.
     "I have protection," he whispered to her.
     Her eye flew open and she hesitated for only a moment, then
nodded.  He rolled off of her and tore off his trunks, hastily opening
the foil package and sliding the contents on.
     Terry rubbed the end of the sheathed erection on her labia,
sliding in a little bit, until she begged him to do more.
     He lined up his erection, then slid into her as he kissed her
mouth.   It took several strokes before her walls shifted enough for
him to be completely buried inside of her, but he was patient enough,
since he had been forced to be patient for over a year, since he first
met her and had wanted to feel her legs around his hips and her sweet
tunnel hugging his shaft.
     Then he began to give her long slow strokes, trying to make this
moment of joy last as long as he could and make her want to repeat it
with him as often as they could.
     He moved to straddle her right leg, his left leg between hers and
his right off to the side, so that he could come down on her straight
from above and enter her forcefully all the way.
     "God!  Yes!  Yes!" she cried.
     And at the last he lay between her legs, and her legs gratefully
rose to wrap around him and hold him in as he shot the latex full of
semen.
     In time they dressed again and swam back, tired and happy.   Terry
retrieved Cory's wrap from his car, and the two kissed very intently
before Terry drove back.   They agreed to meet again next Saturday, and
Cory told him that she wanted to visit the cave again - pressing her
hips to his as she said it.
     As she walked in the house, Cory's mother said to her: "Did you
have a good time?"
     "It was much better than I thought it would be," she replied.

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