Gary Young walked across the soft sand and shingle of Old Hunstanton. A slim fit man of medium height in his late twenties wearing Speedos and beach shoes, a faded grey T-shirt with a small rucksack on his back. He headed north away from the red striped cliffs, the fossil hunters, tourists and the beach huts. The popular seaside resort of the new town was starting to wind down about to become little more than a ghost town now that most of the holidaymakers had gone. That meant the seasonal work upon which locals such as Gary depended was coming to an end. Gary had been working the funfair rides, bare-chested to show off his magnificent deeply cut abdominals that he had spent the off-season developing. With his abs regularly topped up with a fine mist of sun tan lotion they glistened like a shiny stone brick wall attracting openly lustful gazes from the women and some men as well. With his physique and ‘gift of the gab’, he had his pick of the female holidaymakers. He preferred the gullible 16 or over teenagers who fell for his line in romancing until after he had humped them and left them. The older women were much easier, horny and grateful for whatever sex they could get.

The summer was cooling, days often clouded, windy and wet. However today the skies were clear and the sun was giving a last burst of heat that the English called an ‘Indian Summer’, which no one from that sub-continent would recognise. Although situated on the eastern coast of England, Hunstanton actually faces west across The Wash, the squarish estuary off the North Sea where Norfolk meets Lincolnshire. This gives it uniqueness in that it is the only eastern resort in England where the sun can be seen to set over the sea.

It was late afternoon, Gary enjoying the warm rays of the sun on his skin and the heat reflected off the sands as he walked further north to the more desolate parts of the beach where the tourists seldom trod. He was alone apart from two figures in the distance playing and chasing each other in the shallows. From this distance he could tell that they were blonde, female and wearing white T-shirts with briefs. Knowing that this might be his last chance of scoring until next summer, the man altered his course for the long walk towards the sea, the tide being at its lowest revealing a vast amount of damp sand. After several minutes, he could see that both blondes were slim, long legged and full of energy as they ran around splashing and chasing each other. Too tall to be kids, he hoped that they might be students having a bit of fun before returning to University. Oh yes, that would be a great way to round off the season. A threesome with two hot sex mad Uni girls. Stopping to remove his T-shirt and give his awesome girl magnets a misting, he tucked it in his rucksack then continued trudging across the damp beach.

As Gary got closer, he was at first disappointed to realise his mistake. These playful blondes were much older. One seemed quite good looking and in her mid-twenties while the other, a plain looking dork with a thin face wearing thin spectacles, was perhaps late twenties or early thirties. Their short blonde hair shone like gold in the sunlight and their wet long shapely legs glistened as they splashed through the waves. Their playful chase was heading in his direction and he caught the tell-tale sign of unfettered breasts bouncing wildly under their dripping T-shirts. This was definitely worth checking out.

As they run closer, Gary feels his groin tighten seeing their completely soaked white clinging to the slender contours of their long lean bodies. They looked like a pair of ancient Greek goddesses emerging from the sea draped in glistening chiffon. The wet cotton is virtually translucent, their boobs fully visible lurching and bouncing erotically with dark aureoles and jutting nipples as if thinly plastered with wet tissue. He notes with growing lust how the soaked fabric clings to the lines of their lithe bodies, taut stomachs and belly buttons, no fatties here.

As they run around each other, Gary notes the older one is wearing tiny white briefs moulded wetly to a small shapely backside that calls to his loins. His groin twitches harder at the sight of an almost non-existent white thong on the younger one, her compact tight arse to all intents naked. Oh yes he is going to enjoy sinking himself into these two!. He appreciates that each has a slender body with narrow shoulders tapering down a long torso to a slightly narrower waist and endless shiny wet legs. Both are medium height although their body shapes make them appear much taller. The younger one is obviously a bottle blonde, her dark roots visible at her crown of very pale hair which falls wet and limply to her shoulders. She seems good-looking and has a nice rack bouncing around inside her wet shirt. Gary normally didn’t bother with geeks or dorks but the older one has a great body with a full stack, firm body & sensational shapely legs.

The women have spotted him and the younger one runs up to him, boobs bouncing like two excited ferrets under her clinging top. She comes to a halt about 4 feet away then stands staring at him with penetrating brown eyes, swaying slightly from side to side, head tilted coyly as if measuring him up. Yeah baby take a good look at this hot bod, let’s you work for it. She is about 5’10” a couple of inches taller than him. Her face is longish, slightly square with dark eyebrows, a slender nose and medium mouth with a strong dimpled chin and firm jaw line. She is attractive in a slightly sensual, handsome way rather than stunning or pretty. Her wet top clings to her nipples and auroras on a decent sized bust, a magnet for Gary’s leering gaze. Phoar I’m definitely having some of that he thought, speechless for once at the splendid sight.

Her torso is slim and taut, her stomach flat and hard. The tiny white triangle covering her groin with thin strings leading off over her lean hips is tantalising. Gary appreciated a good pair of legs and this girl hit the mark with lovely long slender thighs with slender shaped and toned calves. Smiling at his attention, Julie provocatively thrusts her bust at him causing them to jiggle attracting his lustful gaze and introduces herself. “Wotcha mate, enjoying the view are ya?. I’m Julie wot’s your name”. The voice is plain with a slightly harsh Mockney accent that together with the look pegged her as a council estate girl from the Home Counties. As she spoke, he thought her medium sized mouth seemed crowded with teeth with prominent incisors. “I’m Gary, love but you can call me your Adonis, your love god” he puffed up his chest and tightened his abs. “Thought that was Eros” she replied. “Whatever. Come over here love, I don’t bite” he said. “No but that thing in your Speedos might spit” Julie chuckled. Fixing him in a smouldering look and a seductive smile, Julie moved slowly forwards in an exaggerated swagger that allowed her breasts to swing from side to side. Oh she wants it bad, he thought. “Why are you walking like an idiot?” asks a pleasant voice with a gentler accent. Her companion has arrived.

The dork wore small thin wire rimmed spectacles that magnified her narrow small eyes to become large and very appealing with blue irises and large pupils that just seemed to bore into you. Standing about 5’9” her face was small, long and narrow overshadowed by a large sleek nose with a slight cleft above the nostrils. The top half of her upper lip was narrow and slightly protruded giving her small mouth a very appealing natural pout that Gary had the urge to kiss. The slimness of the nose, her small eyes and mouth made the planes of her face appear open. Her small kissable mouth also emphasised a dimpled chin that sat on a narrow pointed jaw. Her naturally sandy blonde hair was worn with a loose fringe above her slender eyebrows and fell over her long ears to around her lovely swan-like neck. Gary had to admit that on closer examination she wasn’t bad looking for a dork and kind of pretty in a gawkish way. “Who’s your friend, love?” he asks. “This is Marianne. Mar this hunk is Gary” Julie explained. “Hi Gary” Marianne says. “You two beauties here for a holiday” Gary asked. “No, just here for the day. Admiring the sights” Julie replies.

Gary’s eyes keep slipping down to Marianne’s sensational stack emphasised by the wet gossamer plastered to her body. His dick stiffened at the sight. Her stomach is firm but with a hint that she’s probably had kids. Her lanky legs are sexy with strong thighs and long shins adorned with very shapely calves. These swept up gracefully from slim ankles to well toned slabs of calve meat. Looking side on, they were like inverted half-teardrops, beautifully shaped and quite deep. The problem with Speedos is that there is no room to hide an erection and Julie notices. Standing next to him, he is amazed to feel her stroke the front of his briefs, the touch stiffening him further. “I think he fancies you Mar” she chuckles. “Now now ladies, there’s plenty of that to go around” he said slightly embarrassed.

Moving her hand to his abs, Julie rubs them exclaiming, “Cor if I were a man I’d fuck these”. “Julie!” Marianne exclaimed in a horrified voice. Even Gary was shocked. Julie just laughed. “They’re rock-hard love. A lot of hard work has gone into these beauties. Why don’t you both have a good feel?. Go on love they won’t bite” he directed the last statement to Marianne who just shook her head. “I’m not interested. They’re just for show to pull shallow women” she told him. “They’re real love. Go on, give them a punch. I won’t feel anything, it’ll be like hitting a brick wall” he preened. “Oh I might break my tiny handy wandy” Julie said in a silly childish voice then chuckled. “We’ll hurt you” Marianne added. “No chance of that. You could hit these with a sledgehammer and I wouldn’t feel. They’re rock hard” he slapped his stomach hard a couple of times for emphasis.

“No. She is right. We really WILL hurt you” Julie states. Gary feels his machismo is being challenged. “Rubbish you girls can’t hurt me. Look I tell you what, love; we’ll have a bet. You hit my abs as hard as you can and if I’m still standing, which I will be, then I win. If not, then you win, but that’s never going to happen” he chuckles. The women seem to consider this for a while then the older one asked, “What happens if you win?”. Gary smiles “Then you both give me a double Blow Job and I’ll bonk you both any way I choose as many times as I want. Believe me babe I can keep it up for hours. You’ll won’t be able to walk right for a week by the time I’ve done with you”.

“Ooh such a stud. Wot if we win?” Julie asks. “Won’t happen love” he replies. “Yes, but just supposing we do?” she persists. “Then I’m yours for the rest of the day. You can do anything you want with me” Gary replies anticipating the sexual bliss of these two having their wicked way with him. Either way he couldn’t fail to get his rocks off.

“Let me see if I’ve got this right” Marianne says her blue eyes so hypnotic Gary found it difficult to look away. “We hit your abs as hard as we like and if you’re still standing you get wanked off then you take both of us over and over again”. “Yeah as if one of us isn’t more than you can handle” Julie sneers. Marianne continues “and if you’re not standing we can do whatever we like to you and you won’t try to stop us”.”That’s right love” Gary replies perkily. “How many goes do we have to hit you?” Marianne asks. “Well I don’t want to wear you out too much too early so ... let’s see...”. Both women have slender firm looking arms, they’re not thick and strong like some athletic girls he’s seen. Gary cringed at the thought of muscles on a woman, ughh, that’s so repulsive it would be like making love to a man. These two wouldn’t be able to punch very hard. “You get five goes each”. “It’s a deal” Marianne replies quickly with a smile.

“Ooh I’ll go first” Julie shrieks bouncing up and down with excitement. “OK love” Gary laughs at her eagerness. The bottle blonde stood in front of Gary with her taut slender body still visible through the slowly drying T-shirt and pulled her right arm back by her side with her fist clenched awkwardly. “No love you’ll break your fingers like that” Gary reaches towards her hand but she brushes him away. “Just let her do it how she likes” Marianne sighs. “Your funeral” Gary sighs standing straight with his arms by his side and his stomach pulled in. “Yah!” Julie’s fist shot forward slapping him weakly against his washboard. He laughs aloud “What was that?. A fly could hit harder than that”. Face turning red and gritting her teeth Julie says “Let me have another go, I wasn’t ready”. “Tough. That was your first go” he retorts. “Go on have a second go Jules” Marianne says. “Thanks” Julie replies.

Raising her face to the sky with her eyes closed and her arms stretching towards the sand at a slight angle from her damp clad body, Julie takes a deep breath. Admiring her body especially the breasts thrust forward towards him, Gary snorts “what the f?”. Before he could blink, Julie’s fist fired forward in a blur of motion. “Hai!” she yelled as the main joints of her bent fingers slid into the cleft at his belly button and bit deep into his gut, her knuckles hammering the hard muscle above. “Mmmm” Gary’s clenched mouth tried to suppress the cry of pain and the air expelled from his diaphragm. He had to make a conscious effort not let his midriff sag. Gary was taken aback by the strength of the punch and how it had slid effortlessly between his defences. “Ain’t his face ugly when he screws it up like that” Julie said. It took several moments before Gary felt confident to speak. “Huh lucky punch love huh” he said as he steadied his breathing.

“We warned you that we would hurt you. Now it’s my go”. Marianne strode forward to stand before Gary. He leered at the way her ample bosom bounced as she moved, the damp fabric still clinging to their curvy contours. “Why don’t you give in now before I hurt you?” she told him her pert mouth moving. “She just got lucky that’s all. Won’t happen again” he said. Gary admired Marianne’s big boobs and erect nipples then her long sexy legs as she stood before him composing herself fixing him with magnified blue eyes. He tensed his abs and waited. “Hai!” Marianne’s arm flashed forward her fist hammering her knuckles hard against his muscled midsection with a resounding thud. “Mmmufh” Gary’s face contorted as he bit back a gasp as his skin burned and abs buckled under the impact. He was shocked by the strength of the punch. He had to take several moments to regain his breath before he dared speak. “Not bad huh love huh” he finally said “not good huh enough either”. Marianne’s eyes blazed and her mouth tightened. Gary tensed. “Hai!” she screamed, her fist moving so fast that he missed it until her bent fingers plunged deep into his navel sliding effortlessly into the line it lay in until her knuckles hammered the ridge above. “Boooorpph!” the air exploded nosily from his mouth in an uncontrolled rush at the hard compression of his stomach. Eyes screwed tight in agony, he staggered back a few steps powerless to prevent himself bending double gasping for air like a fish out of water.

“Woo yeah!. Nice one Mar” Julie cried jumping and clapping as Gary’s brain whirled in disbelief. He tried to stand straight but the cramp in his winded gut prevented him forcing him to place his hands on his knees and stare at the sand trying to breathe. Gary was barely aware of Marianne’s toned calves flexing as she turned and walked a few paces for Julie to take her place. “Come on hard as rocks lover boy. I want another go” Julie chirped. Gary couldn’t answer, he could only stare at the lovely legs in front of him. “Leave him. He’s had enough. He’s finished. We’ve won” Marianne added triumphantly. “No huh huh no way huh huh” Gary tried to straighten but was still winded. “So much for your six pack. Six pack of toilet tissue more like” Julie taunted. “Six pack of lard more like” Marianne added. They burst into raucous laughter that burned his ears, his face turning red as he tried to force himself to breath regularly. “We warned you that we would hurt you but you wouldn’t listen” Marianne said. “Huh you karate experts huh” he panted with suspicion. They laughed. “No, we’re just good at self-defence, lard abs” Julie replied. Both women laughed at that making Gary see red as he tried to regain his composure. “We’ve won. Now let us take our prize” he heard Julie say.