Publicly Display Yourself for Me (3 page)

And the women . . . oh, what must they think
of me? I can already discern the whispers running through the
female ranks – “Slut”, “Whore”, “Bitch”. Do they pity me . . . or
envy me?

“Hold up your tits with your hands. Caress
them. That’s right.” Alex keeps on clicking. He’s constantly
moving, professional-like.

“Pinch your nipples, Gina,” calls Brad. He’s
beside Max.

I wonder where Alice is. Surely she can’t be
this late. Maybe she can’t find parking or something. Anyway, it’s
a good thing she isn’t here.

“Spread your legs, Gina.”

The rock surface is not entirely flat, and
so I position my buttocks as comfortably as I can on a low ledge.
My bare feet dangle. I spread my thighs so that my pussy is bared
to the camera. The string bites into my clit, compressing it
further. My outer labia flare open. It’s a very slutty, wanton
position, and every eye out there is scrutinizing my genitals,
hoping for more naughty bits to be revealed.

“Just a sec.”

Max comes loping up to me. His fingers reach
for the zipper between my pussy lips. He pulls it down. His eyes
lock with mine; they are dilated with desire.

I love you,
I want to say, but he has
already moved away.

The red hood of my clit is now revealed to
more whistles and catcalls. I steal a look at my crotch as Alex
comes closer to snap it. My pussy mouth is a dark slit, and my
inner lips splay open invitingly.

“Run your fingers up and down your cunt,
baby.” Alex’s breathing is slightly labored as he zones his lens in
on my pussy.

I comply. I stroke my bared clit and pussy
lips with my fingers. I’m practically masturbating in front of my
whooping audience, and they cheer this on with glee. I must admit
to being rather turned on. The sensation of my fingers against my
own flesh is delightful and tantalizing. Tendrils of blissful
desire flower from my groin to my entire pelvic region.

Many of the covered crotches on the male
spectators are now tented. More than a few of them have reached
beneath their swimwear to massage their penises.

“Now peel open your pussy.”

Using both my hands, I pinch my outer pussy
lips and hold them apart. The two strands of my divided
crotch-string slip into the furrows between my inner labia and my
clit, sending a spasm of pleasure up my backbone. Alex clicks away.
His lens is very close to my genitals, and I can only hazard a
guess at what close-ups they must present.

“Keep your pussy apart. Finger your
clit.”

With two fingers, I keep my pussy lips open
wide. I rub my throbbing clit with a finger from the other hand. My
own breathing is getting harsher. I’m extremely stimulated, and a
flush has traversed the area above my breasts.

“Stroke it harder, baby!” calls my
audience.

“Pinch it.”

“I want to lick your cunt and core out your
love juices!”

Their urging only seems to excite me
further. I’m almost on an adrenaline high, as though I have been
running an endorphin-streaked marathon. I massage my clit with
up-down movements, and then proceed to flick the poor red thing
with left-right movements as though it’s a tiny punching bag. My
own ministrations induce a groundswell of wondrous sensations in my
groin.

Alex says, “Now get on all fours, baby. Show
me your cunt from behind.”

The surface of the rock is craggy. As I get
down on my palms and knees, the hard stone digs into my soft skin.
I position my ass to face Alex’s camera, aware that the slit of my
pussy and the flowering hole of my anus are now open to everyone’s
viewing in between the narrow slivers of the now split bikini
string.

My vulva is pouring with creams. Surely this
must be obvious to everyone.

“God, she’s so wet,” comments someone.

“I want to fuck that asshole so hard that
I’m going to cum.”

There’s a commotion in the ranks. I avert my
head to see two able-bodied young men pushing their way through the
onlookers.

“Hey, watch it, will you?” says someone.

“Sorry, sorry. Sorry, sir, sorry,
ma’am.”

The men are clad in identical swimming
shorts. They stop when they see me and Alex, clearly taken
aback.

“Miss, sir,” one of them says, “you can’t do
that here. This is not a nudist beach.”

“You mean it’s not?” Max says with mock
horror on his face. “Whatever happened to freedom of expression? Or
is that an American right which has been taken away?”

The lifeguards are nonplussed.

“Sir, there are rules regarding this.”

“Oh really?” Max crosses his arms. “State me
those rules.”

“It’s . . . uh,” the lifeguard exchanges a
glance with his partner.

Alex interrupts, “Gina, finger your pussy
from underneath.”

Balancing my top half on one hand, I reach
out with the other beneath my torso to stroke my clit. The picture
that this must present is tantalizing – my two pearly fingernails
suggestively sneaking from the bottom mound of my bared pussy to
tease my quivering clit.

The eyes of both lifeguards bulge with a
mixture of horrified shock and desire.

“Can you reach for your hole, baby?” Alex
asks.

My questing fingers dip into my wet, wet
vulva, virtually pouring with sticky fluids. An appreciative cheer
goes through the crowd.

“If you can’t quote me the law, that means
there is no law,” Max says as a matter of fact. “And if there is no
law, you can’t stop us from doing what we want. This is a public
beach.”

The lifeguards seem at a loss.

“Exactly,” says one, though he sounds less
than sure. “It’s a public beach, so you can’t do what you
want.”

“On the contrary, because this is a public
beach, we can do exactly what we want. Like I said, show me the
law. Or else – buzz off.”

Claps erupt at this.

“Uh, sir, we’ll get right back to you,” says
one of the lifeguards. He’s frankly quite muscular and attractive,
and if I wasn’t so encumbered with my own masturbation, I wouldn’t
mind doing him. He thumps his ogling partner on the shoulder. “Come
on, Dylan, we can handle this.”

They disappear into the crowd to much
cheering and whistling.

“You’re showing them, man!” calls a male
onlooker. He raises his beer bottle to toast Max.

Max accepts the salutations by bowing to the
rabid applause.

He remarks, “I must say, good sir, I can
think of a better use for that bottle.”

“Eh?” the man says, wary.

“I’ll pay you a hundred for its use.” Max
fishes out a note from the crotch of his G-string. Frankly, I’m
surprised he can pack anything in there – it’s
that
tight.

The man grins. “You got it, bro.”

I’m apprehensive as he downs the rest of the
beer and hands Max the empty bottle. I’m still crouched on all
fours.

“Stay still, Gina, and take a deep breath,”
Max says.

Oh no. Is he going to do what I believe he’s
going to do? My sticky hand quickly goes down to help balance
myself on the rock. I can see my cud on my fingers.

Max positions the mouth of the bottle at my
vulva.

“Here goes, Gina baby.”

The smooth glass penetrates me and I gasp at
the sudden intrusion. My vagina is already wet with my juices, and
so the glass’s passage is well-paved. Still, it’s very hard. As I
release my vaginal muscles around it, I can feel a mild suction at
the bottle’s mouth.

Max slides the bottle’s neck in, He pauses
to allow me to gather my breath.

“All right, Gina baby?”

“Yes.”

“Nicely does it, then. You’re a good
girl.”

He gives me an approving pat on the rump.
Then he pushes the bottle all the way in up to the convex start of
its body, much to the wild applause of the audience. I notice
several of the men coming nearer to film this with their
cellphones.

Great. I’m going to be on the Internet. I
wonder if Karyn will see this.

Alex clicks away gamely as Max twists the
bottle in a cock-screwing motion inside my pussy.

“Deeper!” some of the guys yell.

Max obliges, and more of the bottle’s
contours dive into me, moistened by my creams. My vagina expands as
my walls are pushed back. I have to splay my thighs wider still to
take more of the bottle in.

The guys in the crowd start up a chant.

“In. In. In. In.”

Max grins at me. “Looks like you’ve got
fans.”

Brad saunters up to me. “Ready to take more
in, Gina?”

I nod. I’m still apprehensive, but I know
that I have taken more than this in before. Brad rearranges my legs
so that they are opened wider still. My belly is almost touching
the rock and he places his hand under it to hold me up.

“Don’t worry, Gina, it’s all good,” he says,
smiling that mischievous smile of his.

“Steady does it,” Max says.

I brace myself as the body of the bottle –
the widest part of it – wriggles in to invade my pussy centimeter
by centimeter. I’m very wet and the glass is very smooth, and I
feel a slow loosening and stretch of all my vaginal muscles as the
bottle burrows its way through. Max holds my right hip with his
free hand to steady me.

“Good girl, Gina.”

I suck in a deep breath to relax myself
further. The chants are simultaneously embarrassing and
stimulating. I feel like a circus performer being put on show, or a
porn star on her maiden scene. And yet, something about this
debasing scenario is so electrifying and uplifting that I can’t
help but be buoyed by it. I feel truly, truly desired and beautiful
in the manner of a sex object. That’s something that rarely
happened to me before this whole Initiation thing, and for a girl
who is used to being a wallflower next to her stunning, showy
sister – it’s a big deal.

The beer bottle’s belly is one third of the
way inside my pussy when another commotion begins behind me. I turn
to see the two lifeguards pushing their way through again. This
time, an older man is in tow. I take it that this is the boss of
lifeguards, or whatever they call them in ‘Baywatch’.

He literally takes a shocked step back when
he sees me.

OK, here we go again.

“Uh, sir, you can’t do that here. It’s
illegal.”

“Says who?” Max demands. “There’s no Federal
law against nudity.”

“Yes, but it’s not a guaranteed right
either. The local laws take precedence here and the beach codes
clearly state that it’s a misdemeanor to lewdly expose your private
parts in, uh, any public place.”

Max leaves the bottle embedded inside me as
he turns on the man.

“That’s where you are wrong. The local beach
codes state that it is a misdemeanor
only
if there are other
persons present who are offended or annoyed by said exposure.” He
sweeps an arm at the crowd. “Are you offended by our little
display?”

The crowd whoops and cheers.

“Hell, no!”

“Bring it on!”

“Get lost, old man!”

“Yeah, don’t spoil our fun!”

The man looks helplessly on. I’m having a
hard time maintaining the bottle in my pussy, having to squeeze all
my muscles around it . . . until Brad comes to the rescue.

“Additionally, I looked up our state law,”
Max continues. “Ten years ago, a court case ruled that beach nudity
in this state is not indecent exposure. So unless you know your
local codes better, you have no case to tell us to cease our
activity.”

More loud cheers and frenetic applause. Oh,
he’s got it all prepared. I’m surprised and more than a little
proud of my boyfriend.

“I’m going to get the police,” the man
mutters as he stalks off.

“Yeah, you do that,” Max jibes.

The two lifeguards look as though they wish
they could linger to watch more, but their boss tells them curtly,
“Put your eyes back into your heads, fellas, and come on.”

Ah well, this is getting heated.

“OK,” Max says, “we better make the most of
it before the cops arrive.”

Brad withdraws the bottle. It is coated with
a white film of milky fluid.

“Stay right where you are, Gina,” Alex
says.

Brad climbs onto the rock.

“Let’s put on a good show, shall we?” He
winks at me.

He takes out his huge schlong from his
G-string. It was already straining at the fabric’s limits, and so
its release is well-deserved. A cheer erupts from the crowd, and
quite a few women whistle and call out, remarking on its size.
Indeed, it is very, very hard.

“Take it away, bro,” Max says. I steal a
look at my boyfriend’s crotch. He’s every bit as hard as Brad, and
in that G-string, nothing is left to the imagination.

A warm feeling of satisfaction suffuses
me.

My boyfriend desires me. I have pleased
him.

Brad places his dick at the entrance of my
soaking wet pussy hole – the very one which has just been invaded
by the bottle. I’m very, very horny, and I badly need something
hard and animate to enter me.

Without warning, he penetrates me in one
swift stroke. The rush of his turgid flesh into my already
stretched vagina is welcome and brutal. I cry out in ecstasy. My
audience laps this up as Alex clicks away.

“Did you get that shot of his cock entering
her cunt?” Max asks.

“It was obvious as daylight,” Alex replies.
“You can really see her cum hole.”

The crudeness of their language somehow
serves to excite me even further. Brad begins to fuck my cunt. His
thrusts are heavy and energized, as though he’s determined to pound
his pestle into me so that my knees will slide off the rock.
Already, mild abrasion is settling into the rough skin of my
kneecaps.

His cock is a cannon inside my pussy. I love
the way it cleaves me apart, and then withdraws again with a moist
plopping sound. He does this so expertly and energetically that it
is as if my pussy was made to fit his cock.