Chapter 1: The Unzipping
The salt-tinged breeze from the open patio door did little to cut the heavy, perfumed heat inside Sami’s beach house. Chris squeezed Marie’s hand as they crossed the threshold, his blue eyes scanning the kaleidoscope of women sprawled across sun-bleached sofas and woven rugs. Laughter cascaded over the low thrum of synth-pop, a sound entirely feminine.
“You ready for this?” Marie whispered, her lips brushing his ear. Her brown eyes glittered with mischief.
Before he could answer, Abbey bounded over, a margarita sloshing in her hand. “You made it!” she chirped, throwing her free arm around Marie. Her hazel eyes slid to Chris, appreciative and bold. “We were just getting bored with our own company.”
Marie leaned into Chris, her voice a low, thrilling vibration against his skin. “Just so you know,” she murmured, so only he could hear, “every single girl here is wearing nothing but a thong under their dresses. They all have pokies and all have ways they want your cum.” Her hand slid down the back of his arm, a secret promise.
Abbey’s grin widened, as if she’d heard Marie’s whisper. Without breaking eye contact with Chris, she hooked her thumbs under the hem of her little black dress and peeled it up and over her head in one fluid motion. She stood there, a 5’2 foot ball of energy now just in a lavender Calvin Klein thong and her perky C-cup tits, nipples hard under the ceiling fan’s breeze. “Hot in here, isn’t it?” she said, tossing the dress aside.
A collective murmur, part shock and part approval, rippled through the room. Chris’s breath hitched.
Marie’s lips stayed against his ear, her voice a relentless narrating shadow. “Abbey’s fantasy is simple,” she breathed. “She wants you to come on her face. She especially loves the idea of eating it out of another girl’s creampie later.”
Sarah, the shy girl with the septum piercing, stepped forward, emboldened by Abbey’s boldness. She slipped the straps of her sundress down her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Her medium breasts were firm, and her hot pink Victoria’s Secret thong looked so good. “I…” she started, then cleared her throat. “I want a facial with Autumn.”
Autumn, her athletic frame unfolding from the couch, came to stand beside Sarah, her hand finding Sarah’s. “And I want to kiss her after,” Autumn said, her voice low and sure. She pulled her own top off, baring her matching C-cups before turning around to show her blue Calvin thong.
“See?” Marie purred. “They’ve been dreaming together.”
Aly, the skinny blonde from the church, was next, her fingers nervously tracing the neckline of her tank top before she pulled it off. “I want to use my vibrator,” she said, her voice small but clear, “while you cover my face.” Her red Victoria’s Secret thong popping against her skin.
Tori, the pastor’s daughter, taller than everyone, moved with a surprising grace as she unbuttoned her linen shirt. Her fake 34Cs were flawless in the afternoon light. “Just… all over me,” she said, her blue eyes locking onto Chris’s. “Everywhere.” She turned around to show her Seafoam la Senza thong.
It was like a trigger being pulled. A dam broke.
Dani, the oldest with that dominatrix glint in her hazel eyes, stepped forward, her movements deliberate. She didn’t speak at first. She simply unzipped her jumpsuit and let it fall, revealing natural D-cups and a black lace thong so sheer it left little to the imagination. “I love to suck cock,” she stated, her voice a low, commanding rasp. “I love to eat pussy, especially after it’s been filled. And I have a strap-on in my bag I’d love to use on every one of these pretty girls while you watch.” She ran a hand over her own hip, watching Chris’s face.
“Fuck,” Chris breathed, the word escaping him before he could stop it.
Meghan, the athletic blonde, grinned and pulled her sun dress over her head in one swift motion. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. “I’m easy,” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her B-cups perfectly sun-kissed. “Creampie me, facial me, I don’t care. Just don’t waste a drop.” Her bikini-cut panties were soaked through.
Lori, the tiny blonde, practically skipped forward, her smile infectious. She shimmied out of her shorts, standing there in just a neon green thong and her perky Bs. “I love to watch,” she chirped. “I’ll lick the cum off anyone’s face while I play with myself. It’s, like, the biggest turn-on.”
Sheri, her slender frame trembling with nervous energy, bit her lip as she unbuttoned her blouse. “I’ve always… I’ve always wanted someone to cum inside me,” she confessed, her blue eyes wide. “For real. No condom. Just… fill me up.” Her simple white cotton thong looked impossibly innocent.
Tia, the raven-haired beauty, locked eyes with her best friend Aly and then slowly peeled her silk camisole over her head. Her pale skin was a stark contrast to her black lace thong. “I want to explore everything,” she said, her striking blue eyes fixed on Chris. “With Aly. With you. Everything.”
Marie’s hand tightened on Chris’s bicep, her nails digging in slightly as her own dress dropped silently to the floor. She stood beside him in just a tiny red thong, her perfect B-cups begging for his touch. “And I,” she purred, “love it when he takes advantage. I love feeling him pump a huge, messy load deep inside me when I’m least expecting it.”
Eden, the light-skinned ebony woman, smiled a beautiful, knowing smile as she let her wrap dress fall open. Her perky Bs and the shocking pink of her thong against her skin was a vision. “I just love the way it looks on me,” she said, tracing a finger between her breasts. “All that white on my skin. I want to be your canvas.”
Shelby, the former tennis player, took Hayden’s hand. Together, they stepped forward, a united front of blonde hair and blue eyes. Shelby peeled her tank top off, her natural Ds bouncing free. “We want it together,” she said, her voice firm. Hayden nodded, removing her own top to reveal her fake 32Ds. “Facial us together,” Hayden added, her gaze dropping pointedly to Chris’s crotch.
Sami, the hostess, finally moved from her perch by the window. Her deep brown eyes were hungry as she approached Chris, her hips swaying. She didn’t bother with words at first. She simply unhooked her own bikini top, let it fall, then pushed her skirt down over her lush Italian curves, leaving her in a leopard-print thong. “My fantasy is simple,” Sami said, her voice husky. “I’ve wanted you to creampie me since the first day I saw you with Marie. I want to feel you lose control in me.”
Meredith, the fiery redhead, uncrossed her long legs and stood, her green eyes capturing the room. She pulled her sheer top over her head, her fake 34Ds proud and high. “I want to share,” she said, looking at Tori. “A facial with Tori. Our faces, our tits, covered together.” Tori nodded, a slow, eager smile spreading on her lips.
Natalie, the Latina, stepped forward with Victoria and Skyler, a triad of hungry looks. Natalie removed her halter top, her C-cups and big ass showcased in a red thong. “All three of us,” she said. Victoria, the energetic brunette, stripped down to a blue thong, her C-cups heaving. “One load,” Victoria panted. “All over our faces, our tits. We share it.” Skyler, the shy book nerd with glasses, simply nodded, her hands trembling as she removed her sweater, her natural Ds and a simple white thong completing the picture.
The air was thick with the scent of perfume, salt, and unmistakable female arousal. Twenty women, now in nothing but twenty vividly different thongs, formed a loose, pulsing circle around Chris and Marie. The fantasy had become a chorus of explicit, desperate wants.
“They’re all for you, baby,” Marie whispered, her lips against his ear. “Every single one. They’ve been waiting.” Her hand slid down his stomach, past his belt buckle, and cupped him firmly through his jeans. He was rock hard, straining against the denim. A collective, soft gasp rippled through the circle of women. “What do you want to do with them?”
Chris’s voice was rough, stripped raw by the sight of them. “I want you all.” The words hung in the salted air, a thick promise. “Every fucking one of you. I’m going to fill every wish. Every fantasy you just told me.”
A shiver went through the circle, a current of pure anticipation. Lips parted, breaths quickened.
Marie’s smile was a victorious, wicked curve. “Good.” She released him and turned to the sea of waiting faces. “My wish comes first. I want to watch. I want to watch each of you taste him. And while you do…” She walked over to a large woven bag by the sofa, pulled out a long, black wand vibrator, and thumbed it on. A deep, insistent hum filled the sudden silence. “I’m going to hold this against you. Right here.” She tapped the buzzing head against her own red thong. “Just to feel how excited you get.”
Abbey was first. She stepped forward, her hazel eyes locked on Chris’s fly. “Yes, please,” she breathed, dropping to her knees on the plush rug.
Marie followed, kneeling beside her. Chris, his hands trembling, undid his belt and jeans, pushing them and his boxers down just enough to free his cock, already fully hard and aching. A collective, soft gasp went up from the watching women.
“Go ahead, Abbey,” Marie purred, shifting to press the humming wand against the front of Abbey’s lavender thong.
Abbey’s whole body jerked at the contact, a sharp cry escaping her lips. Then she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to swipe a slow, teasing stripe from the base of Chris’s shaft to the tip. She moaned, the vibration clearly coursing through her. She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing, her hands cupping his balls. Her sucking was eager, messy, punctuated by gasps as Marie worked the wand in firm circles against her.
Chris groaned, his head falling back. Her mouth was hot and wet and perfect. He watched through slitted eyes as the other girls began to touch themselves—hands slipping into thongs, fingers circling nipples—their gazes glued to the scene.
After a minute, Marie pulled the wand away. Abbey whimpered at the loss, giving Chris’s cock one last, lingering suck before sitting back on her heels, her face flushed, her thong soaked.
Sarah was next, her shyness burned away by need. She sank down, her septum piercing glinting. Marie pressed the wand to her pink thong, and Sarah shuddered, her brown eyes wide behind her glasses before she took Chris into her mouth. She was slower, more tentative, but the relentless buzz against her clit soon had her throat working him deeper, her hands clutching his thighs.
One by one, they came. Autumn, who kissed Sarah passionately after her turn, their shared taste of him on their tongues. Aly, whose small body convulsed as Marie held the wand to her, her mouth a tight, delicious ring. Tori, who trembled as she took him so deep she gagged, tears of euphoria in her eyes.
Dani took him with a domme’s control, deep-throating him effortlessly, her hazel eyes challenging him to last. Meghan came with a gymnast’s energy, bobbing fast and frantic. Lori giggled around him until the vibration stole her breath and her giggles turned to moans. Sheri was so eager she came just from the wand and a few sucks, collapsing back with a choked sob of release.
Tia and Aly went together, taking turns while Marie switched the wand between them, their hands entwined. Marie, Eden, and Sami formed a trio of contrasting skin tones and identical hunger, each taking their time to worship his length. Shelby and Hayden held hands the entire time, a shared, sloppy, dual blowjob that left them both panting.
Meredith and Tori kissed as they traded him back and forth, the wand passing between them. Natalie, Victoria, and Skyler formed a three-girl chain, mouths and vibrator connecting them in a circuit of shared sensation until they were a writhing, cum-drunk heap.
Finally, it was Marie’s turn.
The other women were sprawled everywhere, breathless, fingers still working between their own legs or over their nipples, watching.
Marie looked up at Chris, her brown eyes dark with ownership. She kept the wand pressed hard against the front of her own red thong as she leaned in. Her tongue was an act of reclamation. She licked his shaft, cleaning every trace of the others, her eyes locked on his. Then she took him deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing, a guttural moan vibrating through his flesh as the wand buzzed against her own clit. She worked him with a fierce, hungry rhythm, one hand pumping his base, the other holding the vibrator tight to her core.
Her throat constricted around him, her own pleasure cresting in sharp, frantic waves as the wand pressed harder against her soaked thong. She pulled back, gasping, a string of spit connecting her lips to his glistening tip. “Don’t you dare stop,” she rasped to the room, her voice thick with need. She dragged her eyes across the watching women, their hands still moving over their own bodies. “Get your wands. All of you. Cum for him. Show him what he’s about to own.”
A flurry of movement. Purses were grabbed, drawers yanked open. Soon, the deep, resonant hum of multiple wand vibrators filled the air, layering over the crash of the distant waves. The room became a symphony of gasps and low moans as each woman pressed the buzzing heads against their thongs, their backs arching, eyes locked on Chris and Marie.
Marie returned to him, taking him deep into her mouth again, her free hand still working the wand against herself. Her body convulsed in a shuddering orgasm, a sharp cry muffled around his cock. She didn’t stop. She rode the sensation, her movements becoming more desperate, more rhythmic. She came again, her thighs clamping together around the wand, her moans vibrating along his length. And then a third time, a sobbing, broken climax that left her panting, her forehead resting against his thigh.
With trembling hands, she stood. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her tiny red thong, pulling the fabric taut and to the side, exposing her swollen, glistening lips. She kept the thong on, a narrow band of lace stretched tight against her skin.
“Now,” she breathed, her eyes blazing. “Destroy me.”
She guided him onto his back on the rug and straddled him, lowering herself onto his rigid length with a slow, agonizing control that made them both groan. She rode him in cowgirl, her hips rolling in deep, grinding circles, her breasts bouncing, her head thrown back. The other girls watched, their own vibrators humming, their free hands pinching nipples or spreading their own wetness. Dani’s commanding gaze met Marie’s as she bucked against Chris, a silent challenge.
Marie shifted, turning around to face his feet, sinking down onto him in reverse cowgirl. The new angle made him cry out, his hands gripping her ass as she bounced, giving the entire room a perfect view of where their bodies joined. “Look at him fucking me,” she moaned, slamming herself down harder. “Look at how he fills me up.”
She climbed off, dripping, and pulled Chris to his feet. “Dani,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
The older woman grinned, settling back on the rug and spreading her legs. Marie bent over Dani’s lap, presenting herself to Chris. Dani’s hands came up to grip Marie’s hips, holding her steady as Chris drove into her from behind. Dani’s own wand was pressed against her black lace thong, her hips rocking up against the vibrations in time with Chris’s thrusts.
They moved in a chain of pleasure. Sheri was next, her face a mask of bliss as she masturbated while Marie was bent over her slender thighs, taking Chris’s relentless pace. Then Eden, her dark skin gleaming with sweat as Marie whimpered against her lap. Lori giggled until the thrusts stole her breath, her vibrator buzzing furiously. Hayden, then Tori—each woman became a piece of furniture, a focal point of shared sensation, their own pleasure amplified by the driving rhythm of Chris pounding into Marie.
Marie pulled him away, leading him by the cock to the wide kitchen counter. She bent over the cool quartz, her cheek pressed against the stone, her ass high. Chris took her from behind, each thrust sliding her forward on the smooth surface. Glasses rattled. Then he gripped her waist and lifted her, turning her to sit her on the edge. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper as he fucked her upright, her back against the cabinets.
They stumbled, still joined, toward the wall of sliding glass doors overlooking the ocean. He pressed her against the cool glass, her breath fogging it as he hammered into her from behind. Then he turned her around, her face to him, and lifted her, her back against the door, driving up into her as she clawed at his shoulders, her cries mingling with the sounds of the sea and the chorus of female pleasure behind them.
Finally, she pointed a shaky finger toward the large sectional couch. Sami was there, her leopard-print thong dark with wetness, her wand a steady pulse against her clit, her deep brown eyes hungry and fixed on them.
Marie collapsed onto the cushions next to Sami, pulling Chris down on top of her. She spread her legs, guiding him inside. “Watch, Sami,” Marie gasped, as Chris began to move in a deep, missionary rhythm. “This is what you get to look forward to later.” Sami’s moan was pure affirmation, her hand moving faster under the wand.
Chris flipped Marie onto her stomach—prone bone—his weight pressing her into the cushions, his thrusts deeper, harder. Then he pulled her up onto her knees—doggy—her perfect ass in the air for Sami to admire. Finally, face down, ass up, a pillow shoved under her hips, he took her with a brutal, final pace that had her screaming into the couch, her body taut as a bowstring.
His control shattered. With a guttural roar, he shoved deep and held, pumping his release into her in thick, pulsing waves that seemed to go on forever. Marie shook through another climax, her internal muscles clenching around him, milking him dry.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the relentless hum of the wands. Chris pulled out, collapsing beside her.
Marie rolled onto her back, legs splayed, utterly spent and gloriously used. Her red thong was stretched and soaked, pulled to the side, her exposed pussy glistening with his cum, some of it already beginning to drip onto the cushion beneath her.
Sami, her own orgasm fading, shifted to her knees, showing off her big, beautiful ass as she looked at Marie’s wrecked cunt with naked envy.
Marie let out a breathless laugh, dragging a finger through the mess between her legs and bringing it to her lips. She sucked it clean, then let her head fall back against the couch. Her eyes scanned the room, at all the flushed, desperate faces, the buzzing wands now slowing.
“So,” Marie sighed, a triumphant, filthy smile on her swollen lips. Her voice was hoarse but carried across the silent, waiting room. “Who’s hungry?”
A slow, wet drip traced its way down Marie’s inner thigh. The room, humming with the aftermath of twenty vibrators, fell utterly silent. All eyes were fixed on that single, glistening bead of Chris’s cum as it threatened to drop onto the sun-bleached cushion.
“Me,” Abbey breathed, her hazel eyes wide and hungry. She was on her knees, scrambling forward before anyone else could move. “My fantasy. I called it.”
“The hell you did,” Dani’s voice cut through, low and commanding. She planted a foot between Abbey and the couch, her dominatrix stance back in full force. “You said you wanted it on your face. You didn’t say shit about licking it out of her.”
“It’s the same fucking thing!” Abbey shot back, trying to dodge around Dani’s leg.
Skyler, usually so shy, surprised everyone by speaking up, her glasses fogged. “We… we wanted to share. All three of us. Natalie, Victoria, and me.” Her voice was soft but firm.
“Bullshit,” Lori giggled, though her blue eyes were intense. “I said I’d lick it off anyone’s face. That includes her pussy.”
A low argument erupted, a tangle of overlapping claims and pushed shoulders. Sheri reached a tentative hand toward Marie’s glistening thigh, only to have Tia smack it away playfully, then not so playfully. Eden watched with a captivated smile, tracing her own collarbone. Sami’s expression was pure, unadulterated envy, her gaze locked on the mess between Marie’s legs.
Marie let the chaos build for a moment, a queen observing a petty squabble in her court. Then she laughed, a husky, tired sound that cut through the noise. “Jesus, you’re all acting like feral cats over a spill of milk.” She shifted, wincing slightly as she sat up more fully, letting more of Chris’s release seep out. The sight made several girls gasp. “There’s plenty to go around,” she purred. “But we’re not animals. We’ll do this… civilly.”
Chris, still dazed and leaning against the wall, watched with a mixture of awe and exhaustion as Marie took control.
“A game,” Marie announced, her voice carrying. She gently pushed a weeping Sami back to give herself space. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her ruined red thong and, with a deliberate slowness, peeled the soaked fabric down her legs and tossed it aside. She lay back, completely exposed, legs falling open slightly. The sight was obscene and beautiful. “You all have your wands. You’re all wound up. So here’s the deal. You touch yourselves. You get yourselves off right here, right now. The one who cums the hardest, the one who makes the biggest, most fucking beautiful mess of herself… she gets the prize.” She spread her legs a fraction wider. “She gets to eat this.”
A charged quiet descended, broken only by the distant crash of waves.
“How do we judge?” Tori asked, her voice breathy.
“We all judge,” Marie said, her eyes scanning the circle. “We all watch. We’ll know.”
Abbey was the first to move. She fell back onto the rug, yanking her lavender thong to the side, and slammed her wand against her clit. A sharp cry ripped from her throat. That was the signal.
The room exploded into a symphony of frantic motion.
Sarah fumbled with her glasses before settling against Autumn, their bodies pressed together as they each worked their wands against their respective thongs, kissing deeply between gasped moans. Aly and Tia mirrored them, a blonde and raven-haired tangle of limbs and shared vibrators.
Dani didn’t lie down. She stood, planted her feet wide, and pressed the buzzing head of her wand directly to her black lace-covered pussy through the fabric. She threw her head back, her D-cups heaving, a guttural groan rumbling in her chest. “Fuck yes,” she growled, her eyes locked on Marie’s splayed form.
Lori scurried to a spot directly in front of Marie, sitting cross-legged like an eager child at story time. She made a show of it, pulling her neon green thong aside to reveal her slick folds before applying the wand directly to her bare clit. Her little moans were high-pitched and constant.
Shelby and Hayden moved in unison, as always, lying side-by-side, their free hands entwined as their other hands worked their wands under the bands of their panties. Their synchronized whimpers filled the air.
Meredith and Tori reclined against the patio door, the cool glass against their backs. Meredith’s red hair was a fiery cascade against the grey sky as she rubbed the wand in furious circles over her sheer thong, while Tori bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, her own movements growing increasingly erratic.
Natalie, Victoria, and Skyler formed a tight circle, their faces flushed, their wands a trio of deep hums as they competed against each other, their breaths mingling.
Eden watched for a moment, a connoisseur appreciating the scene, before lying back and hiking her skirt up. She placed the wand on her mound, over her pink thong, and let her hips roll in a slow, grinding rhythm, her eyes on Chris the whole time.
Sami was a creature of pure need. She shoved the cushion aside and laid on the floor at Marie’s feet, her leopard-print thong the only thing separating her from the rug. She didn't just hold the wand to herself; she fucked herself with it, driving it inside her with one hand while grinding her clit against the base with the other. Her cries were raw, uninhibited, her Italian curves undulating.
The air grew thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and salt. The hum of the wands was a pervasive drone underneath the chorus of moans, gasps, and cried-out names. Chris’s name was a frequent one.
Marie watched, her fingers idly playing in the wetness between her own legs, smearing Chris’s cum over her inner lips. Her own breathing was shallow, her body still humming from her earlier orgasms.
Abbey came first. Her entire body went rigid, a silent scream on her lips before a piercing shriek tore loose. Her back arched off the rug, her hips bucking wildly against the wand as her orgasm ripped through her. A small jet of her own release squirted onto her thigh. She collapsed, panting.
“Good,” Marie murmured. “Strong. Wet.”
It set off a chain reaction.
Sheri came next with a sobbing gasp, her body convulsing in gentle waves. Lori’s giggle turned into a choked wail as her small frame shuddered, her wand dropping from her fingers. Aly’s orgasm was a silent, shaking thing, tears streaming from her closed eyes.
But others were still building.
Dani’s pace was relentless, a steady, powerful grinding. Her groans were animalistic. “Gonna… fucking… milk this thing dry…” she growled.
Sami was past words. Her hand was a blur, her thighs slick, her face a mask of desperate ecstasy. The sounds coming from her were pure, primal need.
Hayden and Shelby reached their peak together, their joined hands clenching viscously as they cried out in unison, their bodies curling toward each other.
The finale was a cascade. Tori screamed, her head thumping back against the glass. Meredith followed seconds after, a long, drawn-out moan as her body slackened. Natalie, Victoria, and Skyler fell into a heap, a tangle of spent limbs and shared aftershocks.
Only Dani and Sami remained, locked in a silent, fierce competition.
Sami’s movements became frantic, jagged. She was chasing it, her breath coming in ragged sobs. Dani, however, was a master of control. She slowed her grinding, her eyes opening to lock on Marie’s. She smiled, a wicked, knowing curve of her lips. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she increased the pressure, rolling the wand in a tight, perfect circle.
A tremor started in Dani’s calves, climbed her thighs, tightened her stomach. Her head dropped forward, her hair a curtain around her face. A deep, resonant moan, like something tearing from her core, filled the room. Her legs shook violently. She didn’t just cum; she erupted. Her body bowed, every muscle corded, and a flood of her own release soaked through her black lace thong, darkening the rug beneath her. The orgasm seemed to go on for an eternity, wracking her powerful frame with wave after wave of intense pleasure.
When it finally subsided, she sank to her knees, then onto her side, breathing like she’d run a marathon.
Sami, witnessing Dani’s seismic finish, let out a frustrated cry. Her own climax, when it came, was powerful—her body seizing, a sharp cry tearing from her throat—but it lacked the devastating, theater-shaking force of Dani’s.
Silence fell again, broken only by the panting of twenty exhausted women and the quiet hum of a few forgotten wands.
Marie pushed herself up on her elbows. Her brown eyes swept the room, over the collapsed, sweat-sheened forms. Her gaze landed on Dani, who was slowly pushing herself up to her hands and knees, a triumphant, spent smile on her face.
“We all saw it,” Marie said, her voice hoarse but clear. “We all felt it.” She looked at Dani. “The prize is yours.”
Dani didn’t speak. She just crawled.