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into me – making me grunt and pant in the glorious process –
Max pushes the blonde up against the rock. Her long hair spills
onto the ledge that Brad and I are perched on, and her back is to
us. She peels off her bikini top straps so that her breasts –
bigger than mine – are revealed. She quickly tears off her thin
scrap of a bikini bottom.
    I can only stare in dismay as Max positions
his cock between her open legs. They are both upright. As he is far
taller than she is, he has to lift her up so that her legs are not
touching the sandy ground. She screams as he impales her with one
clean thrust.
    Something writhes within my chest.
    Of course, I am being foolish. Ours is an
open relationship. A very strange and very open relationship. I
have no right to be jealous when he shares me so willingly with his
entire family. I am a sex slave. I must not conceive of such
thoughts during the terms of my servitude.
    And yet . . .
    Max pumps and rocks his hips against the
blonde’s. She makes squealing and throaty noises. Alex is of course
avidly snapping away at our doubly merged genitals. He seems to be
crawling all over the place – a shot of a tit here, a shot of a
pussy hole there.
    The crowd is getting frenzied.
    Brad’s marvelous tool massages and pounds
and strokes my pussy walls into a cornucopia of exploding
sensations. I begin to pant and sweat more copiously. My mind is a
whirlwind, but at least the image of Max starkly claiming the
nameless blonde mere inches away from me is not bothering me so
much anymore. I’m caught up in my own riptide of ecstasy.
    I feel my groin expanding – escalating into
a slow boil of a climax. Brad himself is grunting more and making
urgent caveman noises. His cock is thrusting into me faster and
faster. He too is ready for release.
    I allow myself to come – blindingly and
shockingly and unabashedly. I think I must have screamed out my
orgasm for everyone to hear, because their burst of applause rings
faintly in my roaring ears. But I am not allowed to finish my
climax.
    All too soon, the sound of police sirens
wails in the distance.

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    “Oh shit,” Max says beside me.
    Brad looks up.
    “Oh shit,” he repeats. I can feel the
hardness of his cock waning inside me.
    There are nervous titters and murmurs amid
the audience.
    There comes the sound of a motor from the
sea. I swivel my head as Brad withdraws his softening piece of man
flesh. A speedboat is dashing upon the waves towards the shore.
Three silhouettes bob within its interior.
    Max eases himself out of the blonde’s pussy.
(I hope it isn’t as tight as mine – that bitch).
    “Salvation comes,” he says triumphantly.
    At first, I didn’t understand what he meant
by that. But as the speedboat slows to a halt at the beach, a
figure jumps out of it into the crashing sea and waves to us.
    It’s Heather.
    “What are you waiting for, guys? A police
citation?” she calls.
    A flood of relief washes through me. I know
that Max is well-read in legal matters, but frankly, I have little
confidence that the police would actually listen to him. They would
probably just slap handcuffs on all of us and haul us naked to the
police station. I’m sure that Max’s father would be able to get his
three sons off with a small fine, but I’m not so sure that my
police arrest record would ever be struck off. That wasn’t in my
contract.
    Brad helps me off the rock. With whatever
clothes we have on – and that’s not saying much – we run to the
speedboat just as several police officers appear within the
dispersing ranks. They are flanked by the lifeguards and their
boss, who is gesticulating and pointing at us. The frothing waves
splash around us, wetting my breasts and hair.
    Max seizes my waist and hauls me onto the
speedboat. Greg is onboard, along with another officious young man
at the wheel. I tumble onto the floor as the others start to push
the rocking boat out to sea. The police make a concerted dash
towards us.
    The