Sold on the Beach_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Oh, nothing,” I say, feeling kind of silly, but not wanting him to leave me and go back to where the scantily clad girls stood around on the beach, waiting for whatever event was going on to get started. “As I was napping, I was just listening to a recommended mix on the Spotify app you downloaded for me, and guess what song came on just now as I woke up?”

  “Which one?” he asks, with a half-grin, amused at my apparently quite obvious drunken state.

  “It’s a song about Miami! It keeps saying, ‘I’m in Miami, Trick!’”

  I do a little head-bop and dance on the beach chair, singing along to the song.

  “That’s great!” he says. And then he says some letters. “L-M-F-A-O!”

  I give him a blank look, not sure what he means. I know there are some computer abbreviations for “laughing out loud” that he must be referring to, but I don’t know what the extra letters might mean.

  “They were the ultimate party music band,” he says, shaking his head at my blank stare. “They did ‘Party Rock’ and ‘Sexy and I Know It’?”

  “Oh, okay!” I say, nodding at him, but he knows me too well, and knows that I still don’t know what he’s talking about. I was only allowed to listen to gospel hymns until recently. I didn’t know there was a band whose name consists only of letters.

  “Check them out sometime,” he says. “So, what are you listening to on Spotify? A Miami mix?”

  “No, it’s a Spring Break mix!” I respond, and he pulls me up from my lounge chair and into the sand. “Otherwise it wouldn’t be as coincidental. Here, listen.”

  I put one side of my wireless headphones up to his ear, and he leans in close, half-dancing to the music. He’s so close to me that I just want him to kiss me.

  “Nice,” he says, after a few seconds. “You need to find a Miami mix! There’d be mad Pitbull. And then they’d have to play Welcome to Miami…”

  He spins me around in a circle on the sand and sings a song welcoming me to Miami in both Spanish and English.

  We’re having fun, dancing in the sand, when a few of Brett’s friends approach us. He’s in a fraternity and it seems that where one of the guys is, the other guys are too— all the time. Even in my tipsy state, I recognize them as Drew, Ainsley and Mark, not only because we all came on this trip together, but also because I have a couple classes with them.

  “Well, well, well,” Drew says. “I didn’t know Mormon girls could drink.”

  “I’m not Mormon,” I mutter under my breath, but he’s looking me up and down, as if it’s not a bad thing, so I just go with it.

  “Sorry,” he says back. “I really thought you were Mormon. I didn’t mean any offense, though. I was thinking you’re the hottest Mormon— or whatever you are— that I’ve ever seen.”

  I blush, and look at his brown eyes under his mop of dark brown, curly hair. He’s cute, and he’s flirting with me. I can feel the liquor coursing through my veins and I want to be brave and fun.

  “I’ve never seen such a sexy body covered up by such a full bathing suit,” Ainsley says. “Let’s see what’s underneath that’s worth having kept hidden for so long. We can even pay you for it.”

  “Hell yeah,” says another guy, reaching into a wallet in his swim trunks and taking out some bills. “Everyone else in the frat went to see some skanky hos at some Miami strip joint. This would be much more of a surprise, and certainly worth paying for.”

  I eye the bills— it looks like a stack of twenties— and think about how I could get a real haircut and some of my own clothes with that money. But amazingly enough, I don’t even care about the money so much as the thought of just going wild.

  I want to do something crazy while I’m in Florida on Spring Break, where no one other than Brett and his frat buddies even know me. I think it’s about time to let my inner freak flag fly. The one I’m just discovering I have.

  Chapter 5

  Rebekah

  “Well, actually,” someone says, approaching us. I look up to see a woman in a fancy gown smiling at me as if she knows me. “We have plenty of opportunity for you to make money here, young lady.”

  “What the hell?” Brett asks, echoing my thoughts. “How do you just pop up out of nowhere all the time, Eve?”

  They’d talked to her already? Confused, I look from the stranger to Brett and back again.

  “I was just telling your friends here that we would like you to participate in our auction,” the woman— Eve— explains, keeping her smile plastered on her face. “We’re a branch of a dinner club for billionaires called The Exchange Club, that throws beach parties. You can sell anything you want, from dinner to an orgy.”

  Billionaires? Orgies? What the heck?

  It all sounds so crazy to me. But Brett— and his friends— are looking at me expectantly, like they want to bid on me. And they did just offer me a lot of money. I’m on Spring Break in Miami, so I might as well live it up.

  “Okay,” I say, and shrug. “But I need another drink first.”

  “Bekah, you don’t have to…” Brett starts, but I wave my hand at him as someone places a shot glass in my other hand.

  “What is this?” I ask.

  “It’s another great opportunity for an LMFAO song,” Brett laughs, and the guys begin chanting, “Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots… everybody…”

  Another man hands Brett a shot and he raises it up to me in a toast. “Cheers! To Spring Break!”

  “To Spring Break!” I say, and down the shot in a hurry. It’s so strong that I want to throw up, but I hold it in, despite gagging.

  “Look at her taking it like a champ!” announces ones of the men. “Now let’s see those goods you were talking about earlier!”

  “I, umm…” I say, embarrassed, holding on to the straps of my one-piece, suddenly afraid.

  “Do you need Brett’s help?” asks one of the guys in mock kindness, and I blush.

  “She does!” shouts another guy. “Brett, go help her out.”

  Brett comes around to stand behind me.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks me.

  I look around and see at least a dozen pair of eyeballs focused on me, and it makes me feel powerful and important. I just want to let loose in a way I never have before. Ainsley, holding his wallet, steps closer and places a twenty in the top of my bathing suit.

  “Now, now,” Eve says, as the crowd moves closer to where we’re standing. “I’m all in favor of showing off the goods, so potential bidders know what they’re getting. It’s unconventional, but anything goes here at The Exchange Club Beach Party. But just make sure you’re involving everyone. Equal chances to bid should be had by all.”

  “Okay,” Brett says. “I’ll start the bidding off at a thousand dollars, to see those gorgeous breasts.”

  “Do you accept his bid?” Eve asks.

  I nod my head and then Brett peels down the top of my swimsuit, so that my breasts are exposed to everyone on the beach. The men clap, and circle a bit closer.

  I’ve never so much as shown anyone my breasts— other than my sisters when we’ve gotten dressed together, of course— and here I am showing them off to a group of guys. I have no idea what’s gotten into me, and I start to feel ashamed of myself, hearing Bible verses about modesty and purity in my head.

  But then Brett wraps his arms around me and takes my breasts in his hands and it feels perfect. I feel a gush of wetness nearly spill out of the bottom of my bathing suit. All I want to do is have sex with him, right here in the sand, even with all these guys watching. I don’t care. It’s definitely time I lose my virginity, and who better to lose it to than my best friend Brett?

  “You’re giving us a little preview of what we can get, eh?” asks a stranger in the crowd. Then he yells: Two thousand dollars to touch those tits.”

  “Three thousand,” Brett quickly answers, and I’m glad. I want his hands on me, and not the old guy who was just bidding.

  He
takes my nipples between his fingers and rubs them gently.

  “Doesn’t this feel good?” he asks me.

  “Uh huh,” I moan, and then I turn around to kiss him.

  It’s just like that time in my dorm, except that this time we’re actually kissing, and he’s playing with my nipples, and three of his frat brothers and a lot of strangers are watching us on a public beach. I never knew how good it would feel to have my breasts and nipples touched like this.

  Suddenly Ainsley and his open wallet are at my side, and he’s throwing more bills all over my ass. They fall to the sand and I bend over to pick them up so that the wind doesn’t blow them away.

  “There’s plenty more where this came from, honey,” he says, grabbing my ass. “Just agree to what we want and we’ll all pitch in to make it so that you don’t have to worry about money for the rest of the time you’re at college. Right, guys?”

  “Sure,” his frat brothers say, nodding their heads. They act as if someone just asked them if they have enough money for a McDonald’s Happy Meal. It’s obviously no big deal to them to pay for my room and board throughout college.

  Drew comes up beside me and says, “Brett, I think she needs help taking off the rest of her bathing suit.”

  To Eve, he announces, “Five thousand dollars to get her completely naked.”

  “Going once…” Eve begins.

  “Well, since you guys are paying to give us a show, I’ll just sit back and relax,” announces the guy who had bid on me earlier.

  I like the sound of that. I only want Brett and his friends touching me, although for some crazy reason, I don’t care who sees. I actually like that they’re watching and getting turned on by my naked body, and by Brett touching me. I can’t wait to find out what else he has in store for me.

  Chapter 6

  Rebekah

  Brett grabs the suit that’s around my hips and tugs it down, so that now my ass is exposed to everyone as I’m bending over.

  “All right!” “Yeah!” cry the guys on the beach. Even some of the girls have gathered around to see the show.

  Brett pulls my hips right in front of him and I can feel his cock becoming erect underneath his swim trunks.

  “You make me so hard,” he says. “Do you want me to put it in you?”

  “Yes,” I say, and I want to shout it so loudly that the waves carry it to a different continent. I want Brett to take me right here and now in front of all these other people. For my very first time.

  He takes the bills from my hand and gives them to Mark, saying, “Keep these for her in a safe place.”

  His hand and voice wobbles as he does it and I notice for the first time that he’s tipsy, like I am. Or maybe he’s nervous. Or probably a mixture of both.

  He reaches down to take off his swim trunks and many of the other men do the same. I look up to see some of them rubbing their penises in their hands while staring at my naked body. I was taught that masturbation is a sin, and causing a man to lust and masturbate while dressing provocatively is an even bigger sin.

  Certainly, stripping naked on a beach in front of a bunch of men would be one of the biggest sins I could commit. And letting my best friend fuck me for my very first time in front of everyone is even worse.

  I’ll probably burn in Hell. But I don’t even care, because right now I just want Brett’s big cock inside my wet pussy. I am so ready for him to take me. I feel the head of his penis up against my slick opening, and I open my legs a little wider to let him in.

  “Hold on a minute,” says one of the men in the crowd. “We need to see these goods. Make sure we have a real live virgin among us before we know how high we want to bid.”

  “Fair enough,” says Eve.

  Brett steps away and someone else— Ainsley— grabs ahold of my ass cheeks. He spreads them wide, and the men all gather around behind me.

  “Just look at that tight pussy,” Ainsley says. “I know it will feel so good…”

  He reaches a finger out to touch the opening of my pussy and I’m embarrassed by how dripping wet it is.

  But luckily Brett saves me, saying, “Hey now, I get to touch her first.”

  “Well then, get to it, Brett,” Ainsley says.

  And Brett reaches a finger into my pussy while I’m bending over into the sand. He pushes it in and out of me and it feels so good that I want to moan, but I know I’d sound like the biggest slut ever.

  So, I just enjoy it without letting on, except that the juices running down Brett’s finger is evidence I can’t stop. Everyone is watching him finger and play with my pussy and everyone can see how wet he’s making me.

  “See,” he says. “She’s definitely a virgin.”

  He spreads the lips of my pussy open and sticks another finger into the hole, moving it around so that I’m on full display for all the guys to see my insides. It feels so good and I’m surprisingly aroused by the men watching as Brett plays with me. So, I bounce up and down on his fingers and grind on his hand with my pussy.

  “What a naughty little virgin,” says one of the men, smacking my ass.

  Ouch.

  I’d only been spanked before by my father, when I was a little girl and had been bad, and it certainly hadn’t felt exciting or sexual. But it had felt shameful, and so that feeling rushes back over me and I can’t believe I’m spreading my legs and letting Brett spread my pussy for all these men to see. I can’t believe I’m letting them spank my ass.

  I start to have second thoughts, but Brett says, “Okay, guys. Now that you’ve all inspected her, I’m going to do my thing. Okay, Bekah?”

  “Okay. Sure.”

  He can do whatever he wants to me. I’m back to feeling completely great.

  “Hey,” says Eve. “You have to place a bid.”

  “Okay,” Brett responds. “Ten thousand dollars to take her virginity.”

  To me, he whispers, “Whatever it costs, I’ll pay it.”

  “Go right ahead,” says another stranger, his cock hard and long in his hand. “I enjoy watching, for free.”

  Brett places the head of his cock back on the opening of my pussy hole and I can feel my wetness drip onto it almost immediately. He starts to enter my pussy and I brace a bit because it feels so big. I’m not sure it’s going to be able to fit.

  “There you go,” he says, grabbing my ass and pulling me back some so that he can get further into me. “That’s great. That’s amazing.”

  He moans a bit and it makes me feel even better to know that my pussy is making him feel good. I bounce up and down on his cock a little bit and he says, “That’s it. It’s going to go all the way in.”

  I gasp as he goes all the way into me and it hurts. I feel a little snap of skin inside me and I feel his dick all the way at the back of my pussy hole. I quiver, and he holds me from behind, whispering, “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

  I know it sounds crazy, but there’s no other way I’d rather lose my virginity. The excitement of the crowd and the fact that people are bidding to be with me combine with the safety and comfort I feel as Brett’s cock pushes its way in and out of me as if it belongs here, forever.

  Drew says, “Fifteen thousand to touch those hot tits while my main man Brett is popping her cherry,” as he approaches the front of me and starts playing with my breasts.

  “These are so big and gorgeous,” he says, as he kneads them and bounces them back and forth.

  “Good job being the first to take her,” says Mark to Brett, from behind me, and then he says, “Twenty thousand to join in on the fun!”

  The crowd claps as Mark slaps one of my butt cheeks and then starts bouncing and caressing it while Brett thrusts his dick into me. I moan and groan— with no shame now, just abandonment— as Brett takes his dick partway out of me and then pushes it back in, over and over, and all the men watch as it goes into and out of my dripping wet pussy.

  I’m overcome with pleasure and I feel a wave of heat and electricity wash through me.

 
“I’m going to cum!” I announce, mystified at this feeling.

  So that’s what people mean when they talk about an orgasm. I never knew it could feel so good. I let myself feel the overwhelming sensation of coming all over Brett’s dick as he thrusts it into me.

  I gasp and pant in the sand while Brett places his hands firmly on my hips and continues to fuck me, until Drew picks my head up by my hair and says, “Okay, Rebekah, now that you’ve learned how to fuck, it’s time to give instead of just receive.”