A DAY AT THE BEACH
“Hey, you’ve got to see this.”
Rolf looked up from his desk. “What is it,” he asked.
“What do you think it is,” his partner countered.
“It looks like a frisbee.”
“Yeah, but this is a very special frisbee.”
“Yeah what makes it so special.”
“You see that gold strip on the top?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s a photoelectric cell.”
Rolf snorted. “Look, Jim. It’s just a frisbee. Not every kid’s toy has to be electric you know.”
“I know that but this one does.”
“Why?”
“You see these bumps here on the side?”
Now that they had been pointed out to him, Rolf did see them. “Yeah,” he said. “So what?”
“So those bumps are really little miniature lights and they’re powered by the photocell.”
Rolf shook his head. “I still don’t get it. No one’s going to see those lights. Heck, I didn’t even see them until you pointed them out to me.”
“That’s the whole point, buddy. That’s what makes this so cool.”
“I don’t get it.”
“The lights only work when the disk is in flight, right? But the disk is spinning so the recipient only sees them for a split second before they spin out of view, so even he doesn’t know they’re there, but these little lights can be programmed to put thoughts in people’s minds.”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay, say we got an account to sell Coke or something. So we program the lights to make people think of Coke and then we give out the free frisbees.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“And you know what’s even cooler. If later on, we lose the Coke account and we get an account with Pepsi, we can reprogram the frisbees to make people want to drink Pepsi instead.”
“You’re nuts.”
“I’m telling you this is totally cool stuff, but you want to know the best part?”
“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s the best part?”
“Catching a frisbee takes concentration so the person doing the catching actually has to focus on the disk and because of this level of heightened awareness, the person catching the disk becomes even more susceptible to its message. A bystander just watching a disk being thrown back and forth would be totally unaffected.”
“You’re serious?”
Jim LeFevre puffed out his chest. “Absolutely,” he said. “I told you this is totally cool.”
Rolf shook his head. “Sorry, man. I got to tell you. I just don’t believe it.”
“So what you’re saying is you’d like a little proof, huh?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
Jim grinned at his partner. “Man, I was hoping you’d say that. Come on. Why don’t you grab your camera. We have to be there in half an hour.”
“Be where,” Rolf said but it didn’t matter. Already, he was talking to Jim’s retreating back. The man sighed as he dug his camera out of a desk drawer. How do I let myself get talked into these things, he grumbled to himself as he stalked out of the office.
Jim wasn’t any more helpful as he drove him and his partner to wherever it was they were going.
“Where are we going,” Rolf had asked when the two of them had gotten in Jim’s car.
“You’ll see,” had been Jim’s cagy reply and after that, Jim had said nothing at all.
They seemed to be headed down toward the harbor, Rolf thought as the car rolled along. Why the hell were they going down to the harbor?
Not down to the harbor, Rolf thought. They were going towards the beaches, but still the question remained. Why the hell were they going there?
Jim pulled the car into the parking lot. “Why are we here,” Rolf asked.
“You’ll see,” his partner said again and with that, Jim got out of the car, leaving Rolf to once again tag along behind.
Jim was carrying a frisbee with him. That he was carrying the frisbee hardly registered to Rolf. Rolf was ticked. What the hell was going on here?
It being a weekday, there was hardly anyone at all at the beach but from the moment he got out of his car, Jim seemed to be looking for someone. His eyes quickly found whoever or whatever he was looking for and off he went, once again leaving Rolf to follow along behind.
“Ladies,” the ad man said when he’d finally reached his destination. “I thought there were going to be three of you here today.”
“There were,” said the brunette.
Rolf started. Her name was Liz Stanton and the woman was a knockout. Only nineteen years old but there was no doubt about it that she was going to be making big bucks as a model. What the hell was she doing here?
And that’s when Rolf recognized the blond. He should have recognized her earlier. Hell, you couldn’t drive around the city without seeing her face looking down at you from some billboard. Marci Blaine. She was hot. Really hot. What the hell was she doing here?
Almost as if in answer to the unspoken implication in Liz’s words, there came a screech of a wheels from the parking lot. Four pairs of eyes turned in time to see a blue convertible come screaming into the parking lot. A girl got out and the door slammed and then the girl came walking across the sand to where the four people were standing.
“Sorry I’m late,” said the newcomer. “Traffic was terrible.”
Rolf couldn’t help but gawk at the newcomer. Both Liz and Marci were big but there was no one bigger than Julie Parsons. What the hell was she doing here?
“Well all right,” Jim said. “It looks like we’ve got everyone here so I guess we’d better get underway. This ad campaign we’re working for is for a new product. We’re not at liberty right now to tell you who the client is but suffice it to say the client is dissatisfied with its current ad campaign and they’re looking for something fresh.”
The three models all nodded knowingly but Rolf just looked on in bewilderment. What the fuck was his partner talking about?
“So the idea of this shoot,” Jim was continuing, “is three women, playing on the beach. They’re in bikinis. There’s no one else. It’s just them.”
“What do you mean playing,” Liz asked.
“I’m glad you asked,” Jim said.
“The client wants to see some action, some movement. The client wants to see women having fun and enjoying each other’s company.”
“So what does the client want,” Liz asked again.
Jim held up the frisbee. “Something athletic,” he said, “so what we’re going to do is have you girls throw this around between you. We want to see you girls having fun. Can you do that?”
“Sure, I guess,” said Liz.
“That’s all,” said Marci. “Just throw the frisbee around.”
Jim nodded and he turned towards Julie. “How about you,” he asked.
Julie nodded. “Sure. I guess. I’m in.”
“Well then, I suppose we should get at it. Rolf here is going to take the pictures so why don’t we get you girls down to your bikinis.”
“What,” Julie complained. “You mean you don’t even have a changing room or anything.”
Jim shook his head. “Sorry. They were supposed to have one delivered, but there was a snafu so we’re going to have to use the restrooms.”
“You got to be kidding,” said Marci. “I’m not changing in there. It’s filthy.”
As big as she was in the modeling industry, Julie Parsons was also regarded as being down to earth. She just laughed even as she pulled her clothes out of the car. “What’s the matter,” she taunted the other girl. “Afraid of catching something?”
“No, but—”
“So let’s just get changed, okay?”
The brunette seemed to be standing off to the side, watching and waiting to see how the exchange would turn out.
Finally, the other blond let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine,” she said. “Let’s go.”
It was a short time later when the three women emerged from the bathroom. Jim tossed the Frisbee to Marci. “Okay, girls. You know what the deal is. We want to see you having fun.”
“This is stupid,” Liz said.
“Hey, let’s just play,” Julie said. “I mean, they’re paying us to play.”
“But—”
“It’s dirty,” said Marci.
Julie shook her head. “Come on, guys.”
Marci looked at Liz and Liz looked at Marci. Marci looked at Julie. “Fine,” she said finally.
“You in,” Julie asked Liz.
Liz sighed. “Yeah, I guess I’m in.”
“You girls ready,” Jim asked.
“We’re ready,” Julie assured him.
“Well all right then.” The ad man handed the disk to the model. “Just have fun out there, okay?”
“Okay,” Julie said.
“Sure,” Marci grumbled.
“Yeah, right,” Liz allowed.
“How are we going to pay for this,” Rolf asked his friend when he came back towards him.
Jim grinned. “You let me worry about that, will you. You just snap the pictures, okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” said Rolf.
At first, the girls seemed content to toss the disk from one to another. Julie would toss it to Marci. Marci would toss it to Liz, and Liz would complete the circle with a toss back to Julie.
“Can you guys move around a bit,” Jim asked.
“Like what,” Julie asked.
“Like you know. Run around a bit. It just looks kind of dull. Try to hit a moving target or something.”
Jim might as well have been speaking in a foreign language for all the good it did but little by little, the three models started to loosen up and as they did, they started to laugh and chatter.
“That’s it,” Jim said encouragingly. “Nice catch, Liz. Can you make a snap throw. Oh yeah, that’s a good one.”
Julie caught the disk and flipped it over towards Marci.
“Look out.”
The shouted warning came just a moment too late. The Frisbee struck Marci in the head.
“Hey,” Marci called out with a laugh. “What’d you do that for?”
“What,” asked Julie.
“Why’d you throw the Frisbee at me. I wasn’t looking.”
“Why weren’t you looking.”
“I was looking at something else.”
“What were you looking at,” Julie asked.
“You guys going to keep talking all day long,” Liz asked.
“What were you looking at,” Julie asked again.
Marci nodded in the direction of the two men.
“Huh? What?”
“I was looking at them,” Marci said in a hushed voice and with a nod of her head.
“Them? Who them?”
“Them. The guys.”
“What about them?”
“They’re kind of hot, don’t you think?”
“Well yeah, but—”
“Hey, are you guys going to throw the Frisbee or not,” yelled Liz.
“Sure,” Marci called out, “I’ll throw it, but I know what I really want.”
“Just throw the damned disk,” said Liz.
Marci chucked the disk to Liz but almost immediately, she snuck a peak at the two ad men.
Play continued, and at first, it was just Marci sneaking a peak at the two men but soon she wasn’t the only one. The throws between the three models became more erratic as their concentration faltered.
“I’m tired,” Marci said finally. “Can’t we do something else.”
“What’d you have in mind,” Jim asked.
The model leered at the two ad men. “I was thinking of something we could do indoors.”
“You want to play volleyball,” Jim asked with as much innocence as he could muster.
The model shook her head even as she walked her fingers up Jim’s arm. “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she cooed, “but what I was thinking was if you and your friend were up to it, I was thinking we could have a little fun.”
“What about them,” Jim asked with a nod of his head to the other women.
“Oh them. They can have you guys when I’m done with you.”
“Hey,” said Liz.
“Yeah, we don’t want no leftovers.”
“Uh oh,” said Marci. “It looks like we’ve got a bit of a problem here, doesn’t it,” said Marci. “It looks like you guys are going to have to fuck the three of us at the same time. You guys think you can handle that?”
If Jim was surprised by what was happening, he hid it well. Rolf, on the other hand, couldn’t help but show his surprise at the turn of events. “So you girls want to get fucked,” Jim said.
“Oh yeah,” said Marci.
“You know it,” said Julie.
“By both of you,” added Liz.
“So that’s what you want, huh?”
The three young models all nodded.
“I don’t think my friend here believes you,” Jim said, “so I think you’re going to have to prove it.”
“How,” asked Julie.
“You say you want to fuck us,” Jim said.
Julie nodded emphatically.
“That must mean your pussy is nice and wet, doesn’t it?”
The girl moaned. “My pussy is so wet.”
Jim looked at Marci. “Why don’t you tell me if she’s wet,” he said.
Marci didn’t miss a beat. She slid her hand down inside Julie’s bikini bottoms and moments later, she reported back. “She is so wet.”
“Interesting,” the ad man said, “but that wasn’t the test I had in mind.”
Marci just looked at the man.
The ad man pointed at a spot in the sand. “Get your ass down there,” the man said. “Do it now.”
The girl laid down on the ground.
The man looked at Julie. “Now off with those bikini bottoms,” the man said. “I want you to get down and straddle her face and let Marci here use her tongue to see just how wet you really are.”
If the model thought anything was out of the ordinary with the man’s request, she didn’t say anything. She just slipped off her bottoms and then she straddled the other girl’s face.
“Is she wet,” the man asked.
If she was, you couldn’t have told from Marci’s response because all that came out was a garbled muffled response.
Jim grinned. “I suppose I’ll have to take that as a yes, but the real question now is is Marci wet?”
The man knelt and pushed the blond’s knees apart. “I suppose I’m just going to have to find out for myself.”
He reached down and pulled Marci’s panties off and in the next instant, he was pulling his dick out of his slacks. He gave it a couple of quick strokes and then he moved in between her legs. It wasn’t long before he had his cock pressed up against the short, little blond’s neatly trimmed pussy and moments later, he was pushing himself in. “I guess that answers that,” he said with a grin. “Marci is really wet.”
The man looked over at his buddy. “Rolf, I think Liz there would like to have you check an see if her pussy is wet, too.”
Liz didn’t waste any time. She shucked her bikini bottoms and she looked at the other man. She took his hand. “I think he’s right,” the brunette purred even as she pulled the man’s hand between her legs. “I think you should see how wet my pussy is.”
Rolf squawked as he felt his hand being led between her legs but there was no doubt what he was feeling.
“You know I’m wet for you,” Liz said. “I guess now it’s time to see if you’re hard for me.”
The man groaned but he could feel Liz sliding her hand inside his slacks and he could feel her wrapping her fingers around his cock.
Julie couldn’t help but moan as Marci ate her pussy just as Marci couldn’t help but moan as she continued to take Jim’s cock. She felt as if she were on the verge of cumming and she’d never let another woman do that to her before and there had been chances. Photo shoots with half dressed women, yeah, there’d been chances, but she’d never let it go this far before, but then Julie knew it wasn’t the girl. It was them. It was the guys. There was just something about them that made her so wet and horny.
She could feel Jim leaning in behind her and then she could feel his hand on the small of her back. “Let’s see what we have here,” the man said as his hand crept upwards and then his hand was pulling at the string on her top and Julie felt the top loosen.
“Take that off,” the man ordered and Julie rushed to comply. She wasn’t sure why. All she knew was she needed his cock.
“Turn around,” the man said. “Turn around and let me see your face.”
Julie slipped free from Marci’s face as she turned. Her legs spread of her own volition and she sat back and looked at the man. She wanted him to see that she was ready for him whenever he wanted to take her.
“Do you know how many guys have wanted to see those tits,” Jim asked.
Exact numbers, no, but Julie knew. There were a lot of guys who want to see her breasts.
“And of all the guys who might want to see you like this, it’s me and me alone who’s going to get to see those tits.”
Julie moaned. She wished the guy would just stop talking and fuck her.
“I’m going to fuck you,” the man said, “but before I do, I want to feel what it feels like to slide my cock between those tits.
Anything, Julie thought. Anything, just so long as she got to feel that cock between her legs.
“Push your tits together,” the man said.
Julie pushed her tits together and then she moaned as she felt the man slide his cock between her tits. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “That’s it. Fuck my tits.”
Marci could see she wasn’t in the mix, not anymore, and while in a way, she was resentful, she knew she would have done the same thing, and besides, there was still another guy and another cock but that one was sliding up between Liz’s legs. “You guy’s got room for me,” she said.
She caught the little shake of Liz’s head so she knew what Liz wanted even if the model didn’t say so but really, it wasn’t what Liz wanted that mattered anyway. It was the guy and his cock. She needed that cock. She needed him to fuck her.
The man pulled his cock out of Liz’s quivering pussy and he took a look at the blond. “Sure,” he said. “I think there’s room for one more.”
Marci couldn’t help but stare at the man’s cock. It wasn’t really that the man’s cock was glistening but she almost thought it was, what with the way Liz must have been getting her pussy all over it, but as wet as Liz was, Marci was sure she could get him even wetter.
Even as Marci was looking at Rolf’s cock, Julie was watching Jim slide his member between her tits. She looked up at the man with her big, blue eyes even as she continued to hold her tits together. “Come on,” she said. “I know you want to do it. Fuck me. Fuck me good.”
Marci looked at the place where Rolf had pointed. “Get down there,” he said again.
Of course, she thought. Anything he wanted. Never mind that not that long ago, she’d been worried that the bathrooms were filthy but if the man wanted her to lie down in the sand so he could fuck her, then of course she was going to do it.
“No, the other way,” the man said and when Marci looked at him uncomprehendingly, the man clarified it. “Turn over,” he said. “I’ve always thought you had a great ass,” he said, “and I want to see that ass when I stick my cock inside you.”
He couldn’t mean to do that, Marci thought even as she turned herself over. He couldn’t mean to fuck her in her ass. Not that she’d stop him, of course. If that was what he wanted to do, then sure, she’d let him do it, but he couldn’t mean to do that, could he.
He didn’t.
Marci groaned as she felt the man slide his cock up between her legs. Oh geez. That felt good. That felt so fucking good. Oh geez, she couldn’t believe how good that felt.
Julie must have been thinking pretty much the same thing because she was moaning as her pussy took Jim’s cock. She’d look down at his cock and then she’d look back up at him and she’d moan as he made her willing pussy take yet another thrust of his cock.
“You,” Marci heard the man in her cunt say. “You, I want you ... right ... here.” There was no doubt where ‘right here’ was. The way his hand playfully slapped her ass was indication enough of that, but who the ‘you’ was was still uncertain right up until the leggy brunette straddled her body.
“God, I can’t believe this,” she heard the man say. “One great ass is great, but getting two, that’s better than great.”
Marci moaned as she felt the man’s cock leave her and from the way Liz was groaning, there was no doubt where that cock had gone. Marci was jealous but before she had a chance to think even more on it, she felt that cock coming back to her again.
Julie was moaning almost uncontrollably. “Oh God,” she’d moan. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!” And then she wouldn’t say anything at all as words suddenly escaped her.
Marci knew how she felt. Fuck, that cock felt so good inside her. She was like Julie. She wanted to be fucked, too, and if the moans from the brunette riding her back were any indication, the feeling was unanimous.
“Oh God,” Julie moaned. “Oh God. You’re going to do it. You’re going to do it. Oh God, I want you to do it. I want you to do it. I want you to make me cum. I want you to do it. Make me cum.”
Marci gasped as that cock once again left Liz’s pussy and once again found its way into hers. Oh geez, she knew just what Julie was thinking. Oh geez, that was good. Oh geez, she wanted to feel it. She wanted to cum.
She gasped as she felt it, that cock swelling inside her and the surge of cum inside her cunt. Her pussy seized the cock inside her and the girl moaned again. Oh geez, that was good. That was so fucking good.
Somehow, the man managed to pry his cock free from her little gripping pussy and the next thing she knew, she heard Liz moan and she knew why and more than that, she knew Liz was cumming, too.
And so was Julie. There’d been no way her hungry, little pussy could have held out long against that cock, not that she was trying to hold out against that cock. She wanted that cock. She wanted her to fuck her and when that cock made her cum, she wanted that, too.
When the two men finally left the beach, they left three very well fucked and three very highly pleased supermodels behind them. For their part, the girls were content to stay where they were and bask in the afterglow of their very long fuck session.
“So what do you think,” Jim asked as the two men finally got in Jim’s car.
“What the hell just happened,” Rolf asked.
Jim grinned. “I told you. It was the Frisbee.”
“Yeah but what’d you do to them?”
“Nothing much.”
“What’d you do?”
“Just a little programming.”
“What did it say?”
“It said Fuck Jim and fuck Rolf. So what do you think?”
Rolf picked up the rather innocuous looking Frisbee. “What do I think,” he said. “What do I think?! You know what I think? I think this thing is going to make us rich.”
Jim grinned. “That is exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you,” he said. “That thing is going to make us rich.”