Amanda, Bea, and Martin went down to the private beach. The sun was warm, the sky was blue, and mild waves lapped the shore.

“Your skin is so deliciously creamy, so be sure to put on plenty of lotion,” Bea reminded Amanda. Bea was sitting astride Martin. Amanda, not ten feet away, watched as Bea slowly and loving rose and sank upon Martin’s cock, her tempo matching the soft slap of surf.

“Maybe you should be under the umbrella,” Bea suggested.

“Remember last year,” said Martin.

“Oh, yes, that was not fun.”

“What happened last year?” Amanda asked.

“When I unfurled the umbrella, a wasp flew out. It stung me.” Poised above Martin, Bea came to a stop.

“Naughty wasp,” Martin said. “It got her in quite an intimate spot.”

“But you sucked the sting and made it better,” Bea said, resuming her motion.

“So I did,” Martin said. “So I did.”

“I’m not afraid of wasps,” Amanda declared. She unfurled the umbrella and jabbed the pointed pole deep into the soft white sand.

“Don’t forget the lotion, honey,” Bea said. “Your breasts too. Yes, especially your breasts. That’s right, sweetie, smooth it in.” Then to Martin she said, “Look how big our little girl is getting. Her nipples are so sweetly swollen. Almost as if stung by a bee.”

Amanda smiled to herself. Continuing to rub cream around and around her fattened nipples, she let her legs slip apart just enough so Martin and Bea could glimpse the swollen petals of her flower and the stiffened bud of her clit.

“Very true,” Martin replied. “Very true. I don’t see how a bee could resist. Maybe we should take some preemptive action.”

“We should,” Bea agreed. “Preemptive action is definitely called for. Amanda, come over here.”