New to the Coast: Black Teen Used - Sex Stories

New to the Coast: Black Teen Used

... to her good."

Chelsea felt a little smile creep up her face. I should give them all a show, she thought to herself, wading into the chilly ocean water. She dipped down, letting the cold water harden her thick nipples and feeling her small suit tighten around her ass and cling to her puffy pussy lips. She rose up out of the water extravagantly, raising her arms to tie her dreadlocks into a high ponytail, drawing attention to the thin halter that kept her little bikini on her body. Feeling their lustful eyes trail her young body felt delicious, and as she swam in the water she felt herself imagining if she could take them all at once. Shaking the thought from her mind, Chelsea meandered her way back to shore after a little less than ten minutes, relishing the warm air and hot sand meeting her body that had cooled in the water.

She walked slowly, taking the path that led right by the men to her beach towel.

"I'd do anything to get a closer look at that black ass."

Chelsea spun around quickly, damp ponytail whipping through the salty air. Her tits jiggled with her, bouncing cheerily as she scampered towards them.

"Are you talking about me?" she feigned innocently.

"Who else?" a man replied, stepping forward. He was large, at least 6 foot 2, and stockily built. His arms were dense like wherever he worked, it required a lot of physical activity. His hands were large and his fingers were thick and calloused- Chelsea wanted nothing more than to feel one grope her ...

... ass or lay down a heavy handed spank in that moment. Grey hairs streaked through his chestnut brown hair that was closely cropped to his head. He looked mature and handsome in his tan polo and crisp jeans. "Can you blame us?"

Chuckles rippled through the group, the guys jostling each other and commending: "there goes Mark" "brave as ever".

"No..." Chelsea trailed off, allowing herself a little smile, "but you need to ask nicely. We're all alone on the beach now you know. I could have run off." Chelsea was right. The sun was well on its way to the horizon. The evening sun was now dyeing the sky a deep purple, and in the twilight the beach was now surprisingly private.

"You're right, we're sorry. Can we make it up to such a beautiful girl?" the man- Mark- asked politely, smiling kindly and reaching a warm hand out. As he smiled wrinkles formed around his eyes and smile, something Chelsea found unbearably attractive. He seemed so patient with her, and the praise worked its way to Chelsea's cunt in a way she found a little embarrassing.

"I-it's okay. How about a bet?" At this the men raised their eyebrows, looking at each other. "We race each other to that corner over there -" Chelsea pointed to a nearby cove, sheltered by rocks, "-if I win, I pack up and go home. If Mark wins, I bend over and you all get a closer look. How's that?"

The men all smiled and whooped, clapping hands on Mark's back and encouraging him to win. Chelsea and Mark then lined up, with another ...