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The bed felt even better tonight. Cassie fell on top of the sheets and moaned as soon as her face hit the pillow. An entire day of swimming, with only short breaks for tanning, had left her worn out. Even though she was perfectly still, she swore she could still feel the ocean around her, lifting and pushing her body like an insistent lover.

Her bed was empty tonight. Kevin had invited Danielle upstairs, and the confident blonde had beamed a smile that could have won 100 beauty pageants. Cassie was a little jealous that Danielle was upstairs being fucked, but right now, she was more grateful to have a bed all to herself to collapse into.

“They’ll spank her first,” Melinda said. No one had asked, but it was what they all wanted to know.

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“Is that what they did to you?” Alisha asked. Cassie turned her head to look at her two roommates, who shared a too-small-for-them bed. The girls were all naked, as their bikinis were in the dryer and they hadn’t been assigned any other clothes. Cassie thought Melinda and Alisha looked like a study in contrasts. Alisha was curvy and dark, while Melinda was muscular and glowing pink from the sun today. Even their eyes were different, Alisha’s open and curious, Melinda’s were half-closed and introspective.

“Yes,” Melinda said. “They bent me over the bed, and they took turns spanking me.”

Alisha shuddered. “That must have been hot.”

Melinda half-smiled. “Mostly it hurt, but yeah.”

Above, they could hear Danielle crying out. Her screams were high-pitched shrieks that reached higher and higher.

Alisha sat up in bed. Cassie couldn’t figure out how she could even move. Maybe it was pure horniness.

“Then what did they do to you?” Alisha asked.

Melinda sighed. “I remember a lot of things, but not in any particular order. I sucked Kevin’s dick, I licked Julia’s pussy, I sat on Julia’s face, I held my hands behind my back while they both slapped my tits, and we fucked a lot. God, they kept moving me into different positions, and anytime I got tired, they would slap my ass or my face till I got back into position. Coach Jerry was never that rough.”

Alisha’s eyes got even bigger. “Who’s Coach Jerry? Was he your dom?”

Melinda blushed. “No … Yes. Sort of.”

“Tell us more,” Alisha said. “I’ve never had a dom, well not in real life. I thought Kevin’s ad asked for those with no experience.”

“I told Kevin what my experience was in my e-mail, and he said I qualified,” Melinda said. “I don’t know. Do you really want to hear about it?”

“Yes, please,” Cassie said.

“See! Even Cassie spoke up for that. You have to tell us.”

“All right,” Melinda said. “There’s not much to say. I’m on the rowing team, and you have to stay really strong. We do a lot of training and working out. Now, the head coach is a nice lady, but she gets bored with the personal stuff. She has her assistant coach, Jerry, take care of our day-to-day workouts. He’s a senior, so he’s not much older than us.”

“Oh, is he hot?” Alisha asked.

Melinda nodded. “Very hot. He’s strict, too. He’s like a drill sergeant out of some movie. The other girls hate him, but I like the discipline. It’s easier to push yourself if someone else is telling you to do the pushing, you know?”

Alisha nodded half-heartedly, and Cassie looked at her blankly.

“Trust me, it is,” Melinda said. “I told him that once, and he got this look on his face. Very quietly, he told me that an even better motivator was arousal. He said that if I did a clench every time I did a repetition, it would encourage me more.”

“What’s a clench?” Alisha asked. Cassie didn’t have to ask, because she had read about these kinds of things.

“It’s when you squeeze your pussy like you would if a cock were inside you,” Melinda said. “It is supposed to strengthen some muscle, but mostly what it did was make me horny. Jerry would tell me to clench as he guided me through my workouts. He also got meaner and more demanding, which I kind of liked. It was like I had a personal sex coach making me into a horny fit machine.”

Bed noises loudly vibrated through the ceiling. Melinda looked up, and a slow, blushing realization crossed her face. “Was it this loud last night?”

Alisha giggled. “Yep.”

“You must have heard everything!” Melinda said.

“We heard a lot,” Alisha said. “Keep telling us about your coach. Did you fuck him?”

Melinda kept looking at the ceiling as she talked. “No, we never had sex. I think he was worried about getting in trouble. He would ask me if I masturbated, and he would demand that I masturbate in my room before each game, but he never tried anything. He never even saw me naked.”

“That would have driven me crazy,” Alisha said.

Melinda got up from the bed. “It did,” she said. “I thought there was something wrong with me. Like maybe I wasn’t pretty enough, or I was supposed to do something like throw myself at him.”

Melinda got up and walked over to the light. She turned it off and came back to bed. Cassie found herself thinking of what it must be like for Alisha to sleep next to such a lean and tight body.

“I don’t think it was you at all,” Cassie said. It was easier for her to talk in the darkness.

“What do you mean?” Melinda asked.

“I think it was him,” Cassie said. “I think he was enough of a dom to turn you on, but he wasn’t enough of a dom to take what you were willing to give him.”

“Really?” Melinda asked. “I still think it was because I wasn’t pretty enough.”

Alisha snorted. “You? My God, you’re the best-looking one out of all of us! You’re in the best shape! Cassie is right; it was your coach’s problem or some hang-up he had.”

“I don’t know,” Melinda said.

“Kevin must have thought you were hot,” Cassie said. “He invited you upstairs first.”

Melinda didn’t say anything at first. Their bedroom was quiet except for the sound of the ocean coming through the window and the sound of bedsprings creaking upstairs.

“Damn right,” Melinda said. “Fuck Jerry.”

The other girls laughed.

“Seriously, though,” Melinda said. “How did you sleep last night?”

“Fine. I was just tired, I guess,” Alisha said.

“Alisha said she masturbated,” Cassie said.

Alisha was quiet, and Cassie worried that she might have said something to embarrass her. What if Melinda freaked out?

“That’s a great idea,” Melinda said. “We should all masturbate and then get some sleep.”

“Right now?” Alisha said.

“Why not?” Melinda said. “It’s a way to release stress hormones and will help us get some rest. Unless you don’t want me in your bed while I do it?”

“No, that’s all right,” Alisha said. “I don’t mind.”

“Good, listening to that is driving me nuts,” Melinda said.

Cassie rolled over in bed. She was glad that she was alone in bed because she wasn’t sure she could have masturbated if she did have a bed mate. On the other hand, she was jealous of Alisha and Melinda, who did have bedmates, someone warm and close by. Even if they weren’t touching, were still sharing a level of intimacy.

Exhausted and worn out, Cassie was surprised to find new reserves of strength when she started stroking her cunt. The sounds of sex above her mixed with Melinda’s story about her coach. The rhythmic creaking of the bed became the soundtrack to thought of what delicious things Coach Jerry would have her do. She imagined sit-ups spurred by a leash around her throat, squats that would impale her on a dildo and pushups that would lower her mouth onto a cock. Her fingers delved deep into her cunt as she gave in to what her body was craving.

Slowly, though, other sounds slipped into her fantasies. Across from her, Alisha and Melinda had pulled the covers up over their waists, their hands underneath the covers. Cassie couldn’t see anything in the moonlight except the constantly moving white sheet, but she could hear them. She could hear Melinda’s rapid breathing and Alisha’s low, sultry moans. She could hear their bed creak in subtler ways than the frenzied thumping above. If she tried really hard, she could almost hear the wet, slick sounds their cunts were making.

Cassie masturbated faster. Thoughts of Julia entered her fantasy. She thought about how Julia’s body had felt, and she wondered how Alisha’s or Melinda’s body might feel. She thought about how they might kiss. As Cassie stroked faster, she imagined about how the two girls would fuck her with mouths and fingers. When her climax came, Cassie was imagining them all in a tangled knot of legs, arms and mouths. A high-pitched whimper escaped her lips while her thighs closed tight around her fingers.

Alisha answered her whimper with a shuddering moan, half-rising from the bed as the climax took her.

Finally, Melinda came, yelling her pleasure and drowning out the sex noises above.

Then there was quiet. Even the noises upstairs had stopped. For eight orgasmic seconds, all Cassie could hear was the harsh breathing of all three girls in the bedroom. Then they started to hear Danielle cry out from another spanking.

“Goodnight,” Cassie said. She fell asleep before she even heard a response.

To be continued.

  3 Responses to “Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Six”

  1. Very nice. I like how you showed them feeling just a tad naughty, as if they weren’t really sure they were allowed to do it. Plus, great and yummy descriptions.

  2. Woohoo! :)

    very nice!

  3. t’sade- Thanks. a little naughty is a great place to be.

    Asian Librarian- Thanks :)

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