Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?
He grins – a sudden upturn of his mood. “Now we have a barbecue to attend.”
“A barbecue?”
“Yes. Down by the beach. A little family affair.”
He goes to my closet. A closet I haven’t delved into because I haven’t unpacked. He flings two of the doors ajar and opens a drawer. He takes out a couple of items and turns back to me.
“I want you to wear these.” His voice is husky.
I gingerly take the little strip of synthetic material he hands me.
“I’ll help you get into them. But first.” He holds up two small silvery balls that are connected to each other with a silken thread.
“What are these?”
For answer, he pushes me gently down onto the bed. I’m dressed in a baby doll nightie, all frills and lace, the way I know he likes me. My panties are white cotton. He lifts the hem of my nightie and slowly pulls down my panties. I’m on an emotional rollercoaster today, but the way he slides the thin cotton scrap off my hips and down my thighs makes a hollow sensation flower inside my vagina. A spool of cream starts to trickle inside of me as he passes the fabric over my knees, caressing the soft skin of my inner thighs as he does so.
My lips part with aching desire.
He discards my panties onto the floor and spreads my legs.
“Ohhh,” I moan, wishing he would bend his head down and lick my clit.
“Not right now, baby,” he says. “We have a barbecue to go to. But you need to wear these.”
His strong fingers open my pussy lips as wide as they would go to reveal my puckering vulva. The cool air-conditioning kisses the folded nub of my clit. Max inserts the two silver balls into my vagina, one followed by the other. The balls are just large enough to stretch my pussy walls so that their cold presence is felt. The thread dangles outside my body.
“Nice?” he says.
“Nice,” I agree.
He gives me his hand to help me up. Inside my vaginal passage, the balls clink and roll.
“What are they?” I ask.
“Ben Wa balls. Take off your clothes.”
As I straighten myself, the balls roll down towards the mouth of my pussy, weighted by gravity.
“Oooh,” I squeak, clenching my pelvic muscles to hold them in.
“That’s right.” Max grins. “You’ll have to keep on doing that to hold them inside.”
I loosen my vaginal muscles. The balls roll down again, stopping just before the opening of my vulva. I quickly tighten my muscles again.
“It’s really good for strengthening your pussy,” Max says slyly has he helps me peel off my baby doll nightie.
He makes me face the mirror in the dresser. I’m naked, with just the loop end of the silken thread peeping from my pussy. My eyes are wide in my innocent-looking face and I realize how young I seem. My breasts are high in my chest. My nipples are large and red. My pussy is shaven clean and devoid of pubic hair bristles, the way Max likes it.
“You’re so beautiful, babe,” Max says, nuzzling my neck. His hands grope my tits. In the mirror, he’s a blond Adonis, more splendid than anything I have ever seen.
He helps me put on my beachwear. It’s a yellow sling bikini. The significance of that color is not lost on me. The sling is looped behind my neck, and the two slender ribbons of material are strung tightly down my torso, revealing three quarters of my areolas. My erect nipples strain prominently against the synthetic fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. My red areolas flower around their barely-there casings.
Further downward, the yellow ribbons taper to a narrow common point which shields only the bottom half of my clitoris. The top halves of my clit and pussy lips are bared in pretty much the way a chest cleavage is revealed. Behind, the ribbons gather in a string that buries itself snugly in between my jostling buttock cheeks. This is connected to a horizontal string that straddles my hips.
When the entire ensemble is complete, the crotch of Max’s jeans is tented. His hand fumbles at his zipper. With the Ben Wa balls squishing in my pussy juices and my own stark image in the mirror, I’m pretty stimulated myself.
“Oh Max, please fuck me,” I plead, leaning against the mirror,
He presses his mouth to mine. A long-drawn, intimate, tongue-filled kiss.
“Later,” he says in a throaty voice. He grabs my arm. “Come on. Let’s go down to the beach.”
I hesitate. “Wait. You mean you want me to go down to meet your family . . . wearing this?”
I had thought this outfit was for our private sexual play in the bedroom.
His expression is stoic, although the corners of his mouth threaten to curl. “Yes.”
“Won’t they be . . . shocked?” I can already picture the stoniness on Alice’s perfect features.
The blood is rushing to my cheeks.
“Of course they would. That’s exactly the effect we’re aiming for.” His hand squeezes my right buttock. “Come on, Gina. It’ll be fun, I promise you. You’re going to love every minute of it.”
5
The beach in question is right below the cliff – an inlet of white sand so fine that my bare feet sink into it with each step. Twilight has fallen. The ocean is a mere twenty feet away at high tide, an inferno of frothing spray and white spumes. The roar of the waves almost drowns out the laughter of the twins and Alice playing beach volleyball.
A buffet table is spread there with enough food for ten. Heathcliff, wearing an apron and a chef’s hat, is barbecuing corncobs on a grill. Platters of marinated meats like uncooked beside him. Is there no end to the things the man can do? A small pig roasts upon a spit which has been erected over a small bonfire. A waiter continuously brushes oil and gravy on the pig as he turns the spit.
A similar, albeit much larger, spit lies dormant close by.
Max’s swimwear is a black thong. It covers his penis with a tight layering, but – like mine – narrows into a G-string which nestles deep into his butt cleft. He is so magnificent with his firm upper body muscles and the six delineated squares on his abdomen that I cannot take my eyes off him.
He hails his siblings.
They look up. The twins’ eyes are immediately riveted on me. One of them gives a long wolf whistle as the volleyball strikes the unguarded sand beside him.
“Score!” Alice cries. She looks up to see what the commotion is all about. Her face blackens as she sees me.
I flush.
“Wowza!” calls the twin who whistled. I’m assuming he’s Brad. Like Max, both twins wear G-strings that leave very little to the imagination. This is a really liberal family. He flashes Max two thumbs up. “You really know how to pick ‘em, bro!”
A grin uncharacteristically lights Alex’s face.
“For once, I will have to concur,” he says. As I approach the side of the makeshift volleyball court, he roams his eyes all over my almost naked body, concentrating on the parts of my pussy that are bared.
I almost want to put my hands before my half-exposed genitals for the shame of it.
“Hey,” Max murmurs beside me, “don’t do that. You’re beautiful. You wouldn’t want me to have to tie your wrists up behind you, would you?”
The thought of that sends a delicious shudder through my groin. Max is right. I do enjoy being a submissive as much as I rebel against it. The silver balls rolling inside my vagina make me very conscious of my own sexuality. There’s no way Alice and the twins can know about that, right?
“I’m going for a swim, babe,” Max announces.
“In the ocean?” I say, aghast. The waves are very huge, more fit for surfing than for swimming.
“I can handle it,” he replies confidently.
Oh yes, I sometimes forget how good a swimmer he is.
Max runs off to the boiling froth of the ocean. My anxiety doesn’t diminish as I watch him dive and vanish into the first massive wave that rolls in.
“Don’t worry. He’s a big boy,” says
Brad. He’s wearing a red thong. That’s the only way I can distinguish his incredibly toned body from his twin, who wears a blue thong. Like their older brother, the strings of their thongs vanish into their buttock clefts. They both possess bodies that would have been the envy of any male swimsuit model.
“Do you play volleyball?” Alex asks. He’s a lot more amiable than he was when I first met him. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me once since I came down to the beach.
“I’m not very good at it,” I confess. I’m still very self-conscious.
Brad says, “Oh, come on, you can partner with me. We’ve got room for one more. What do you say – us against the two of them? I’ll bet we can beat their asses silly.”
He indicates Alex and Alice. The latter glowers at me. She’s in a skimpy two-piece blue bathing suit which by no means is as revealing as mine.
“Uh.” I’m really not sure with the balls inside me even though they are nicely stoppered by the crotch of my sling bikini.
“Come on.”
Brad is so smiley and persuasive that I give in. I take my place beside him. He gives my behind a friendly pat.
I gasp.
“For luck.” He winks, and slams his fist against the ball.
I am not a bad volleyball player. I soon forget the Ben Wa balls inside me as I get caught in the heat of the game. Both the twins are terrific players. They run and dive all around the makeshift court, covering all spaces, working their divine bodies up into a fine sweat. It’s no wonder they are so fit.
Alice on the other hand seems intent on targeting the ball at me. At every opportunity, she hammers it towards me – aiming for a part of my anatomy: head, tits, stomach, groin. I do not intend to give her the pleasure of hitting me, of course, and I fight gamely back. Like Brad, I make every effort not to let the ball land on the ground.
At the end of the game, Brad and I lead by seven points.
“Well done, partner.” Instead of slapping my palm in a hi-five, he scoops me up in a hug. His mouth reaches for mine before I can protest. His hands roam all over my body.
“Brad,” I say, laughing as I push him away gently. I glance nervously in the direction of the ocean. In the midst of the crashing waves and setting sun, I can’t tell where Max is.
“You’re so sexy, baby,” he whispers. “My brother is one lucky dude.”
He gestures to my swimsuit and grins.
I look down. To my alarm, the activity has dislodged my carefully placed sling straps. They are both now askew and slung around the sides of my considerably large tits, revealing my nipples.
“Boy, do I want to lick those,” Brad says wistfully.
I mask my embarrassment by tucking my nipples back again behind their ineffective coverings. Down there, I realize that the silver balls have travelled to the aperture of my vulva and are straining to get out through the thin fabric of my bikini crotch. I will have to adjust them.
Alice shoots me an evil glare. I take it that she doesn’t like losing, much less to me. She snaps the spaghetti straps of her own bikini and turns her back onto me.
Max comes back from his swim. Rising from the waves, he’s like Poseidon himself. His body glistens with droplets of seawater as he walks towards me on his sturdy, muscled legs. A pang runs through my groin just to gaze at him.
He envelops me in a bear hug in front of his watching brothers.
“And how’s my girl doing?” he says, kissing my lips.
His wet hand dips down to my exposed clit.
“Max, not in front of your family,” I whisper, giggling.
“You’re going to have to get used to it, Gina. We’re an affectionate bunch in these parts, you’ll see.”
“Let’s go get some grub!” Brad calls. He’s already at the buffet table, piling his plate full of salad.
We tuck in. The meats are grilled to excellence. Heathcliff comes around with a tray of red wine and cans of beer. The boys grab several cans each while Alice and I demurely sip from two glasses of wine.
We sit around a crackling campfire while the boys go for seconds and thirds. I’m ravenous, but I daren’t pig out too much in front of Alice. She watches me from hooded eyes as she nibbles at her food. She’s a tall woman with a curvaceous figure, but there’s no spare ounce of fat on her. She eats like a bird, maybe to spite me.
The family exchanges news and tidbits about what they have been doing. I realize they haven’t seen one another in a while.
“How’s Dad?” Max asks his brothers. I notice that he’s a little guarded when he mentions his father. It’s like a dark cloud has suddenly descended upon his sunny disposition.
I’m seated cross-legged beside him, and he motions me to come closer. I wriggle my butt towards him so that my right thigh is now touching his left.
“Haven’t seen him since the last time I came back,” Alex says, tearing the flesh off a chicken wing.
Max’s hand casually wanders to my right breast. He cups its underside so that it is lifted higher than my left. I glance at him in consternation. Outside the Initiation, we have never before engaged in a non-Phi Kappa Omega public display of affection.
“It’s OK, baby. This is what I’m talking about,” he whispers, teasing out my nipple from under the sling strap. “Just go with the flow, OK?”
His brothers eye my nipple as it appears, semi-erect under Max’s ministrations. I gaze upon their hardening crotches. My lips part nervously.
“Who’s he humping now?” Max rolls his thumb and index finger around my nipple so that the blood rushes into it and fills out the flesh.
“His secretary, if you can believe.” Brad crinkles his nose. “No marks for creativity there.”
“You’ve got to admit he has a hot secretary,” argues his twin.
“Nah, she’s thirty-two if she’s seen a day.”
“I thought she was an intern.”
“No, that one left. Got a restraining order against him.”
“She did not!” Alice gasps. “Stop making things up, Brad.”
“I am not, I swear. You’re out of touch, sis.”
Max’s hand reaches for my other nipple. He seems intent to publicly exhibit me in front of his family. Once I’ve gotten over my initial reservations, I must admit to being quite turned on. So Max thinks I’m beautiful. He wants his family to see every ounce of how beautiful he finds me.
That is quite a rush.
“You know, I find it disrespectful that you talk about Dad so openly,” Alice remarks in a huff.
“Oh come on. Even Mom knows what Dad is doing.” Now that he has ensured that both my breasts are fully exposed to everyone’s gaze, Max’s hand dips down to my crotch.
“Some things are not meant to be talked about in front of other people,” Alice says pointedly. I know she is referring to me.
In retaliation – because I know she’s uncomfortable about her brothers openly admiring my body – I jut out my breasts even further. Max’s fingers delve into the grooves surrounding my clit. I can’t help but hold my breath at the exquisite sensations he elicits. He parts my legs. His fingers bury deeper, inserting themselves into the fragile crotch of my swimsuit, opening the tender wedges of flesh inside.
“Where are your balls?” he whispers.
I breathe deeply. “Inside.”
“Let me feel them.” His fingers wriggle into my vagina. I can feel their tips pushing the Ben Wa balls deeper within my tunnel.
The twins and Alice are riveted to what’s going on around and inside my pussy. From their vantage, my legs are splayed open like a common slut’s. Their brother’s hand is burrowing inside my crotch with unseemly activity. A telltale flush of sexual excitement has spread from my abdomen to my neck. My pussy juices are flowing onto Max’s fingers, covering them with a thick layer of pre-cum.
In the near distance, I can see Heathcliff giving me a nod of approval, as if to say, “You’re beautiful, miss, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Max’s eyes ar
e smoky with desire.
“To your point, Alice,” he says, digging his fingers in deep, “I consider Gina pretty much family now.”
He closes his mouth on mine. We kiss voraciously and with growing hunger. His sticky fingers pull my swimwear’s crotch aside to display my reddening pussy. I can feel the temperature on the beach heating up and hear the twins’ breathing grow heavier and more ragged.
As we part for air, Max reaches for his thong and pulls out his rock hard cock. It’s magnificent, as always, ridged sharply at its corona and capped by its massive silken head. He grabs the back of my hair a little roughly and presses my head to his groin.
“Suck it, Gina,” he says. His tone is all at once commanding, the way I remember it to be during my Initiation.
I descend into my natural submissive state and obey. I take his huge cock into my eager mouth. I lick the head and shaft as though it’s a popsicle, running my tongue all over the whorls and formations of flesh.
“Hmmmm,” Max says, tipping back his head. “Don’t stop, baby. Suck it. Swallow it. Show them what I taught you.”
I lick and suck at his cock for all I’m worth. Max’s fingers entwine themselves in my hair as I vary my mouth and tongue movements – performing zigzags one moment, oscillations the next, followed by snaking undulations.
“She’s got an incredibly clever tongue,” Max tells the others proudly. “I taught her myself.”
“Indeed,” I hear Alice say in a disdainful tone. “Is that how you train your pet rabbits, Max?”
Do I detect a note of jealousy?
Max guides my head to take his dick deeper into my throat. “That’s right, baby.” His left hand goes underneath my body to caress my nipple.
I swallow his cock as deep as it can go. It literally fills and stretches my entire mouth, so that I can feel the sides of my lips straining. His glans crushes my uvula and butts the back of my throat like a raging bull. I have since learned to control my gag reflex.
“Impressive,” one of the twins breathes.
“Toldja you should have come to Gifford instead of going to Princeton,” Max retorts wryly.
“Are you planning on sharing?” another twin says.
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