I don't know exactly how much later on I started using my thinking apparatus again, but it was plainly getting dark outside. I noticed that about the same time that I noticed a funny thumping noise somewhere inside the boat, and I also noticed that Dottie and I were now alone. For a couple of minutes I was contented enough, just lolling around and feeling delightfully tingly and filled-up, with all sorts of interesting aches and bruises here and there. And then it began to dawn on me that the thumping noise was an engine, and that the boat was starting to move.
Dottie was flopped out, rear end up, on the other divan-her bottom bare except for several blue finger-prints – soundly asleep. I reached over and slapped-hard.
"Yowl" she said. "Hey!"
"I think we're getting kidnapped!" I biased. "'This boat's moving!"
She snapped out of it fast, and sat up.
"Gee, let's get off quick!" she said.
We grabbed the bite of bikini lying about, and started off without bothering to replace them, out through the cabin door onto the deck. We could hear voices, but nobody was within seeing distance of us. The shore looked miles away, however, farther than when we'd come aboard.
There was a big raft-like object lashed to a rail, and we untied it, as fast as we could, and dropped it into the dark sea. We followed it down, splash, and came up grabbing it.
I blew out a mouthful of water, and started paddling.
"I don't think anyone saw us," Dottie gasped, paddling away next to me.
"This thing doesn't float very good," I complained, still paddling. But it was holding us up, anyway. In the twilight, I could see the Callipyge's lights going away, fast, and I breathed a relieved sigh.
"What… were they going to do with us?" Dottie puffed, paddling.
"Darned if I know," I told her. "I don't want to think… about it. Just keep kicking." There was enough of a current going our way, thank goodness. But it still took quite awhile; we were pretty -winded by the time we got into the surf. And it was dark, now, which was a good thing, since neither of us had anything except a bottom half of a bikini left.
We pushed the raft up onto the beach and sat down on it, puffing and blowing; the town lights were on, but the beach was dark, except for a bonfire a little way off. There seemed to be quite a lot of people around the fire, and there was a sound of guitars-a picnic probably.
"Hey!" Dottie said, fiddling with the beached raft. "Look! No wonder this thing didn't float too well. It's got thing attached to it."
What was attached to it was a big plastic bag, sealed with tape, as big as a laundry sack, and heavy. I opened it, curiously, and then wished I hadn't.
"Golly!" was all I could say.
"It's pot," Dottie said, staring into the sack. "It's hashish," I corrected her. "Enough to turn on an army! Wow! That's what those characters were up to. They're smugglers!"
"Oh, boy, look at all that!" Dottie said, agog.
"We'd better not fool around with it," I said, worried. "We could go to jail for years and years."
"We could keep a little of it, couldn't we?"
"What I'd like to figure out is how we're going to get across the boardwalk to our car," I said. "Would you rather get arrested for public indecency or for dope smuggling, or both?"
But our problem was about to he solved.
The noise around the bonfire had gone up a lot, and some of it was music; and now, with the sea water drying out of my eyes, I saw that it looked like a really far-out, groovy thing. Lots of chicks and cats were bouncing around the fire, and it looked as if some of them weren't wearing much more than we were. It wasn't a squares' picnic after all, and the fire looked nice and warm too.
"Listen," I said, "let's go over there, and maybe we can sort of borrow somebody's top, long enough to get to the car. I can see several chicks who've shed theirs, and nobody will notice us, I'll bet."
"It looks like a smash, too," Dottie said excitedly. "Hey, let's!"
We abandoned our prize, and headed for the bonfire.
We were right about not getting noticed much; there were several chicks down to the barest minimum around the middle, already. It was a very groovy group and we melted right into the scene, with no introductions at all. The music makers were local kids, apparently, and they were really rocking. In no time at all I was getting fed scorched hotdogs and getting a fairly seductive line from a large brown young man who said his name was Ginger. I caught a glimpse of Dottie, also doing the visiting royalty line with a couple of very male types on the other side of the fire.
"How come I've never seen you around, Babe?" Ginger was asking, with his eyes fixed on my tits as if they were the only pair visible – flattering, I'll say.
"Oh, we swam here," I told him. "From the other side of the ocean."
"I dig a sense of humor," he told me, reaching around and grabbing my left one, which he tickled a bit.
"Wow," I said. "Do them both, there's a luv."
He laughed, and just then, a joint came passing down the circle of revellers. He offered me a toke, which I took, and passed it on. It wasn't very good, I'm afraid. But the stuff does have this, decontrolling effect on me; even one little puff and I tend to forget common sense.
"There's a whole lot of much better pot down there on the beach," I told him. "A whole sackful."
He thought I was kidding at first, but the word got started, and several of the crowd went over to see what we were talking about The cries of joy were really something, especially when the first samples were lit up.
The music improved almost immediately, and so did everything else. Ginger rolled us the biggest bomber I'd ever seen, and we sat down in the sand, a little bit off from the fire, and blew our minds out.
"Ooohoo!" he said, blowing out a huge cloud. He was really a handsome cat, I was thinking, as my eye-balls rolled around a little… even though he seemed a little adventurous. He'd gotten to the tit-squeezing stage and stopped right here, twice now.
"Where did you get this stuff?" he asked, with his groovy little beard sticking out in several directions.
"Me?" I said, really innocently. "Heck, I never saw it before; it's just sort of shipwreck stuff, or something, I guess."
"Oh, boy!" Ginger said. He was watching the goings-on nearer the fire.
"Everybody's stoned!"
A tall, slim chick with nice boobs and long legs was prancing around with a pair of boys, and the action was getting busy. The boys were wearing swimming trunks, and she was down to a towel, wrapped sarong-style, but that hashish was getting to all three of them, I could tell. From the bellows of scented smoke, I guessed that somebody had dropped a couple of generous handfuls on the fire too, and anybody who wasn't turned on yet only had to breathe in deeply to make it.
"Golly, I never saw Priscilla acting that way before," Ginger said, in a puzzled tone. He was grabbing at my boobers again in a sort of absent-minded way, and while I liked that fine, I was beginning to wonder if I hadn't ought to encourage him a little.
Just then the slim chick, Priscilla, lost her towel, and both of the cats with her got rid of their items, too. They were a healthy pair, I could see, and one of them was absolutely marvelously well-hung in particular. Priscilla saw it, too, from the way she acted; she advanced on it like a tigress on a prime bit of spring lamb. She took a flying leap into the air, legs spread out, and landed on that boy's prong as neatly as if she'd been practicing. He went over backward, with Priscilla on top, both of them whooping away; and there he was, on his back in the sand, with the girl on top, her bottom going up and down.
Just then the second cat decided he had to have some of the action too, and came on fast. He grabbed Priscilla's busy rear, and spread her cheeks, sliding it right on in; and from the way she cheered, it was plain she thought two could screw as neatly as one, or whatever the saying is.
But my backward swain seemed contented to massage me a bit here and there and watch the action with a few amazed noises. At this rate we weren't going to get anywhere, I thought.
"Past!" I said, and blew in his ear. "Hey!"
He responded with a tentative pat or two an inch or so below my belly button, slid his hand a little further down, and suddenly caught on to the fact that I'd removed the bottom of my bikini again. The news didn't seem to encourage him, though, and I had to grab his hand to assist his explorations.
When his fingers got into my bush, you'd have thought he was getting an electric-shock treatment the way he jumped. He still had his jeans on, too, but I thought I spotted an encouraging bulge so I reached over with my free hand and unzipped him. His prick popped right out, a nice large one. But he looked at it as if he'd never seen it before. It was hard to tell in the flickering light, but he looked as if he were blushing.
But between all the hashish and my own natural inclinations, I just didn't feel like any more preliminaries. I reached over again and got a firm hold on him. It felt like a nice meaty, hot staff and regardless of what he thought, it was as ready as it was ever going to be.
"Hey!" Ginger said. "What? I mean."
"Oh, goody!" I said, and pulled on his dong a bit. "Come on, good-lookin'."
"I never did," he said, in a worried tone. "Gee, I…"
He was probably the only virgin on the beach, I thought, and lucky me, I get him.
"Quit fooling around, then," I told him, and slid up close. I leaned over and bumped my nipples against his chest, using both bands in his crotch now.
"How long are you going to keep me waiting, Hon?" I asked in my sexiest voice, and started yanking his jeans down around his ankles.
"Oh, BOY!" he said, fumbling around. But he still looked worried.
"It's simple," I whispered in his ear as we wrestled around. He was on top, by this time, kneeling between my thighs, and I was doing all I could to navigate him into the right arrangement. His wispy little beard was tickling the hell out of my nipples, and I was feeling in a minute.
"You… just… put it right there…" I told him, and got his dong in, just a tiny bit. I was all wet and wild by now, and my frustration was getting out of control. I bit on his ear furiously.
"Damn it, ffffuck me!" I yelped, pulling him down, and his thing slid all the way in. And then, glory be, he lost the shies or whatever had been ailing him, and he started pumping like anything, gasping and gurgling cries of joy.
I was so turned on that I lost control; I couldn't do anything clever at all, but I just lay there, kicking and wriggling, and absolutely dissolving in it. I was coming like crazy, and then he uttered a whuff like a mad gorilla and shot a perfect flood, grabbing me until I thought I'd break in half. But he didn't stop; he just keep on pumping until-all of a sudden-it happened AGAIN.
"Oh, GINGER, whee, what a stud!" I gurgled, the two of us soaking in musky sweat as he kept on, frying for number three. I reached down and around, curled my fingers around his tool, and let out a wild squeal as he drove it in hard for the big finale… and he made it!
"Uck, ook, uff," was about all he could utter, as he went completely limp.
All I could say was a whispered, "Oooh, man. Too much!"
But, as I was beginning to discover about myself, there wasn't any such thing as too much.
There was for Ginger, apparently; he was completely gone, crashed in flames. He was lying there with a silly smile on his face, one foot still caught in his jeans. I looked up, and peered into the darkness, where I could hear a rhythmic sound of flesh slapping on flesh and Dottie's voice occasionally raised in erotic cries. I rolled over on my belly in the warm sand, feeling delicious; it was certain that I'd have to wait awhile for my busy friend over there, though.
Then I noticed that I was still feeling… well, interested. It worried me a tiny bit, in a way. I wasn't thinking too well, but the thought went through my head… gee, maybe I was some sort of sex nut. I suddenly realized that I'd had it twice, both times pretty well, too, and inside one single day; and I was getting these signals again. I wanted more, wow!
Well, all right, I'm a sex nut, I thought. Or maybe it's my glands making up for lost time, or something.
I stood up and stretched; it felt great, being naked in the cool sea breeze, with my skin all hot and glowing. I moved quietly away, stepping over a couple of intertwined bodies here and there, peering around for Dottie.
Suddenly, a hand touched my front and a male voice said, "Oops. Sorry."
"Think nothing of it," I said, to Mr. Invisible. There were two of them, it seemed; a second voice said, "Who's that?"
"I'm Honey," I told him.
"I'm Pete," one of the voices said. "And he's Van."
Somebody's hand was running up my leg, and I didn't mind at all, actually.
"Hey, you're…" the voice called Van said, in a tentative way. It was probably his hand, I suspected; his fingers were touching my mound in a tickly fashion, and he sounded quite surprised.
"I sort of lost my clothes," I said demurely. Another hand reached me, higher up, and since it seemed to be a right hand too, I guessed that this would be Pete.
"You sure did," he said.
Those hands turned me right back on. I couldn't suppress a sexy noise, somewhere between a deep breath and a giggle.
"Well, well," Pete said cozily. "Hi, Honey." He made a couple of more tours, tweaking nipples here and there, while I could distinctly hear the other one, Van, breathing pretty hard somewhere.
All of a sudden I felt a bristly male chin on my bare thighs, and hot lips; Van was apparently kneeling in front of me, and his hands had grabbed around, cupping my bottom and pulling me toward him. My legs moved apart, in a reflex sort of way, and the invisible Van put out an invisible, but clearly feelable tongue. Whoever he was, he was an expert; that tongue slid right in, curling around, and hit the exact pink, twanging center of my clitoris.
"Oh, Golly!" I said
.
Then I noticed that there was a big, hard muscled male body right behind me, too- Pete's, I supposed. He had his arms around me, one hand on each breast, and his hips pressed against mine; I could feel his meaty rod tucked up against my rear, throbbing. I was doing my own share of throbbing, with Van's mouth busy down there, and I let out a couple of eeps and oohs as he got really active.
"You're tickling the girl, Van," Pete said, over my shoulder.
"Yummies," Van said, between my thighs. "Sure am."
"Isn't it a bit frustrating, Miss?" Pete asked, in my ear. "I mean, wouldn't you rather?.
"Ooh, yes, I'd… oh, wow, but I like that too," I said, a little confusingly. It didn't seem to confuse Pete at all, though.
"I'll just have to, Van, ol' buddy," Pete said.
"Mmm," Van said, and gave me a final maddening tingle. "So you do, Petey, buddy."
And so he did, with a minimum of fooling around. He turned me around to face him and still standing up, he lifted me a little, slid his hard thighs between mine and sat me down on his extended stingeroo, thump. In spite of all the satisfying events with Ginger, this was much, much better. Pete pushed his tool slowly and wove it around, using his hands with a lot of skill; this one was no amateur. He held me up off my feet and pushed in, harder, harder, until I was gasping with ecstasy and finally let go, as I came with him, both of us panting wildly.
As Pete's hot hands relaxed, I suddenly felt I another pair of hands on my waist, and found myself lowered to the warm sand.
It was Van, sure enough; once more I was penetrated deeply, and I floated away in a pink ocean of pleasure, hearing myself wailing happily as he went at it.
"Whee, Honey girl!" he was gasping in my ear, thumping away. "You… you really like it, hey?"
"I love it!" I told him, wrapping myself around him like an octopus. "Go, GO!"
Big pink bubbles were bursting all over now and I scrabbled at his back, as he rose toward a climax.
"Eeee!" I squealed, and he exploded like a spaceship taking off.
This time I wasn't ready to move for quite some while. But from the heavy breathing on each side of me, my two recent accomplices weren't either. I lay on my back, absolutely glowing; I was surprised I didn't actually sort of light up, like a hot poker.
After several minutes, I heard a sound-a hiss.
"Psst!"
It was Dottie, all right.
"We'd better get out of here," she whispered. "I lost my bikini bottom, too, damn it."
"So did I," I said. "Come ON."