BDSM Beach Part Six


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.

"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.