The sun was setting blood-red over the waves as Amber walked alone down
the secluded beach, the cool evening breeze
blowing across her slender,
bikini-clad body and sending her night-black hair streaming behind her.
She had come to the lonely place for some peace and quiet, but now that
she had it odd sensations were stirring in her mind and body. Somehow,
she didn''t feel alone, and stranger still, the sensation didn''t worry
her.
She glanced up the fern-covered hillside at the bungalow nestled among
the palms. The lights burned invitingly, but she wasn''t ready to head
back and look into dinner just yet. An odd impulse struck her, and she
looked around as if seeing if the coast was clear, though she knew full
well there was no one else for miles.
A moment later the skimpy blue fabric of her bikini lay strewn in the
dunes as she raised her hands to the darkening sky, exulting in the
cool breeze on her skin as the stars twinkled with a
strange, almost
eldritch quality. She closed her eyes, and could almost hear strange
music echoing across the crashing sea...but surely that was her
imagination. Still, it called to her, putting her at peace.
So calming was the song that she didn''t even jump when she opened her
eyes to see a tall, raven-haired man standing waist-deep in the waves.
He smiled to her and strode forward, revealing himself to be both quite
naked and
perfectly formed. She smiled, somehow feeling a connection to
this man who hadn''t even spoken yet.
He approached, and as he folded her in his arms and looked down into
her eyes, she sensed more motion among the waves; as she leaned against
the beautiful stranger and looked over his shoulder, two more men,
similar enough to him to be his brothers, walked from the water,
gathering around her and caressing her body gently. She suddenly felt a
very familiar need welling between her thighs, and she bit her lip,
leaning against the first man and feeling him swell against her.
She slid to her knees, face caressing his water-specked belly till her
lips came to rest at the base of his perfectly proportioned manhood.
She took it between her lips, feeling the soft, salty flesh swell
against her tongue as she suckled gently, the two other men rubbing her
silken hair against their own members, the swollen flesh stroking her
head.
Moments later she was on her back, spreading her legs and looking up at
the three nameless men with silent need. They simply smiled at her, and
the first bent down to slip his glossy member between her folds. He
leaned in close and kissed her, hands gripping her hips as he plunged
in just roughly enough to be pleasurable, but gently enough to be
tender and loving.
His companions knelt next to her, caressing her most sensitive spots
with their soft fingertips, lips kissing her breasts and shoulders and
neck. The first man dove deep, pulling out just far enough for his tip
to remain within and then plunging back in, slowly but with an
inexorable rhythm.
Amber shuddered under their touch, her body a quivering mass of nerves
as the man''s member slid into her, perfectly formed to fill her up. The
sheer perfection of the sensation quieted any thoughts that might
remain in her mind about the strangeness of the situation, and within
minutes she was consumed in a rippling, whimpering orgasm, her nethers
clenching around her silent paramour and milking a dose of warm,
tingling seed into her needy womb. He remained remarkably calm, kissing
her deeply and sliding smoothly out to swap places with one of his
companions.
The new mate was, if anything, more perfect than the last, his member
shaped such that it caressed all those places his compatriot had
somehow missed. He nuzzled her neck lovingly, his tongue tingling along
her jugular as he thrust more insistently into her. Again, she was
helpless to do anything but twitch and moan, her orgasm hitting her
again, this timeto scream and scream, the sound echoing
out down the silent beach to be lost in the crashing of the waves, his
hot seed filling her vessel to the brim. She almost told them to stop
when he pulled out and the third man moved to mount her, but found her
mind and body unwilling to stop him from having her as well. She simply
gasped as he entered her, quivering and unable to emit more than a gasp
when her third orgasm rocked through her, another surge of warm semen
erupting in its wake.
As the hot fluid began to trickle from her overfilled womb, she
became dizzy, her eyes unfocusing as the three men stood smiling over
her. Her sight grew dim, and she was lost in oblivion...
...When she awoke, her whole body felt used and tender. She sat up and
looked around; it was early morning, the sun rising beyond the hill.
She stood and searched for her silent paramours, but all she found were
strange, flipperlike footprints in the sand, and a strange feeling that
after a time she wouldn''t be so alone in the bungalow....