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God, Lauren would you look at the size of that one. You know, they shouldn't even make bathing suits under a size six." Tina slurred, before taking another sip from her rum and coke.
It was a pretty typical thing for her to say on a typical summer afternoon at the beach as we basked in the hot glow of the sun. It was what we had done most every day of our summer break as we worked to become, not just tan... but the goddess's of tan when we returned back to school. Yes, when we returned to school, everyone would either want us... or want to be us.
"Look at him." Tina nodded toward the surfer coming out of the water with his board under his arm. "What a bod and look at the size of his package. Boy I'd like to ride his board."
"You'd like to ride any board," I laughed.
"Bitch. Oh-my-God-oh-my-God." Tina patted my brown shiny thigh urgently.
"Never mind. I thought for a minute there that two hundred pounds of cottage cheese was walking down the beach, but it is just some fat lady."
I watched the woman turn to look at us in anger. I was thankful the sunglasses hid my eyes.
"Woohoo, boy that woman should be the poster girl for those cheese ads. Look at those thighs. Jesus!"
I grabbed Tina's rum and coke, opened the top and poured the contents in the sand.
"Damn it, Lauren, what'd ja do that for?"
"You're drunk and you're going to get us in trouble." I tossed the empty cup in Tina's lap. "I think she heard you."
"So what? We're dancers. We could kick da' shit out of her fat ass." Tina turned the cup up over her mouth and was rewarded by a drop or two of the leftover rum and coke.
"Fuck, I am like so goddamn thirsty I could almost drink that nasty ass ocean water."
"Shit, you know I love the beach, but I hate the fuckin' water. Did you know that when you flush a toilet," she pointed out at the blue-green expanse of water. "That's were it ends up. Pretty ain't it. The world's biggest fucking toilet bowl. She reached into my beach bag, without asking. "You have any water left?"
Her hand came out with my empty water bottle.
"That's all that's left," I said.
"Come on Lauren. Let's get outta here. Go make some drinks or something."
"Okay, let me jump in the water to cool down for a minute." I walked down to the water and waded in. It was cold, but felt wonderful. I leaned back to dunk my head beneath the small waves and wondered why was it that when you lay out, the heat seems to concentrate in your head?
By the time I got back, Tina had already packed our stuff up. "Come on, let's go. I've got to piss like a race horse," she said.
"Just go in the water. That's what I do."
"Jesus, you're sick... and that is exactly why I don't go in the water."
We walked toward the public beach house. Well, ran was more like it. No matter how much time we spent at the beach, hot sand was still hot sand; you're feet could never get used to it. I bore the pain for as long as I could, but finally, I couldn't stand it any more.
"Wait, Tina, I've got to put my flops on."
"Gotta go. Meet me in the bathroom."
She ran from her knees down, with her thighs pressed tightly together. I giggled at how silly she looked trying to hold in the contents of her bladder. I slipped my feet into my flip flops.
I trudged along in the deep sand, until I arrived at the bathhouse. It was a good thing she wanted to go here, because by now, I had to pee too. I opened the door, the outrageous sight causing me to drop my beach bag and gasp in shock.
There, crying helplessly on the floor was my friend Tina and sitting astride her with a hand clasped over her mouth, the woman she had referred to as 'Cottage Cheese Thighs."
"Tina?" I gasped.
The woman turned to look at me. "There's the other one. Get her."
An unseen opponent grabbed me on either side of my tiny polka dotted bikini bottoms. I screamed and struggled in outrage, but my bottoms were pulled up painfully in my crotch until I was balancing on my tip toes. "Ow-ow-ow-please," I begged.
"Are you going to be quiet?" the woman holding me asked.
"Are you going to cooperate?"
The spandex bikini bottom had become a knife in my pussy. Of fucking course I was going to cooperate. "-yes."
She eased off on the pressure, but not enough so that I could come off my toes. I reached down to remove the fabric bunched up in the cleft between my lips.
"No bitch. Get those paws on top of your head."
I obeyed. Feeling more helpless than I had in my life. The hands holding my bikini switched from the sides to the front and back.
"Now what's your name little girl?" Cheese Thighs asked.
"Lauren." My bikini lowered a little more. However, my sigh of relief turned into a gasp, as the fabric began to travel back and forth over my labia.
"It's-ah-it's-ah Tina." I couldn't believe it. The fabric was stimulating me and I was getting aroused. I gazed down at my rock hard nipples poking through the thin bikini top and wished the woman was holding her hand over Tina's eyes instead of her mouth.
"And listen closely to this next part now Lauren, because this is very important," she said. "Are you listening, Lauren?"
"y-yes." I think I may have moaned it. I wanted to curl up and die.
"Yes, ma'am," she corrected.
"Mm-yes-ma'am." My attacker grew more aggressive and the fabric sped in its travels up and down my soaking sex.
"Yes, ma'am what?"
"Ah-yes, ma'am, I'm ah listening ma'am." I could see Tina's wide-open eyes out of the corner of my vision. I looked away, to avoid them. I couldn't bear the embarrassment.
"Good, now tell me Lauren. Does your foul-mouthed little friend usually say nasty things about other women?"
I looked down at Tina's eyes, begging me for silence. Begging me to lie.
"Don't look at her. She can't help you now. Look at me."
I looked at the powerful older woman. It was difficult to hold her fierce gaze.
"Answer my question."
"Yes, ma'am, she does."
April moaned into the woman's hand. She renewed her struggles, but the woman just bounced up and down a few times on Tina's chest and soon my friend quieted again.
"But she usually doesn't say it so loud ma'am. She had too much to drink." I tried to help where I could, but I felt myself compelled to tell the truth.
"What's wrong Lauren, you look flushed. Are you feeling well?"
"Ah-it's ah-hot." I lied. The truth was; I was hot. I prayed I hadn't soaked through my bikini.
Her look turned angry.
"It's ugh hot ma'am," I said quickly.
The cloth suddenly jerked up harshly several times, leaving me once again balanced on my tip-toes. "Oh!" I gasped with every sharp tug.
"What's hot, Lauren? And you better tell me the goddamn truth!"
I looked down at my swollen sex. My cunt lips were fat and divided by the fabric of my bikini, which had disappeared in the folds of my pussy. My shiny tan thighs were stained by my juices.
"My pussy ma'am. My pussy is hot." Of its own volition, my pelvis began to buck in time with the jerks.
"Take off your suit."
"What?" I gasped in disbelief.
"Didn't I tell you to listen carefully bitch?"
"Yes, ma'am." Oh God, my pussy was making wet smacking sounds as the fabric pulled and tugged between my thick lips.
"Take off the bitch's suit and give it a flush."
The woman behind me undid the knots holding my bikini together. After that, she simply tugged it out of my hands, as I struggled to shield my nakedness. I tried to follow her and stop her, but she easily overpowered me, tossed my bikini in the toilet and flushed. I watched helplessly as it spun around and disappeared down the drain. Shit, I was fucked now. Big time.
"Are you going to listen carefully from now on, Lauren?"
"Yes, ma'am." This game, if it could be called that, had suddenly gotten even more serious.
"Good. Move your hands out of the way. I want to see this body you are so proud of."
I reluctantly lowered my hands, though I kept my legs close together as best I could.
"Nice tan bitch, but I want a show. Gale, oil her down so she can give us a good show."
I huddled against the wall, as Gale approached me with a bottle of tanning oil. "Please, don't hurt me." I begged the woman.
"Don't worry. I promise we won't touch you a bit if you do as we say." Cottage Cheese thighs said.
Gale opened the bottle and squirted it on my stomach and thighs. "Rub it in."
I did as she requested, trying my best to keep up as she liberally dumped the contents on my body.
"Get down on your knees and keep rubbing it in bitch. Give us a good show."
Next, she squirted it on my breasts. "Do a good job on them nipples now. Do a real good job."
I could see they were getting turned on, and wondered what Tina must be thinking seeing me behave like some sort of trained slut. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning as I messaged my hard nipples.
"That's good. Get down on your hands and knees and face the other way."
I did has she commanded. I must have looked like a wanton whore, as aroused as I was in such a position.
"Now, if you know what is good for you, you better not spill a drop."
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