Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 5 - Sex Stories

Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 5

... meant nothing to me but I did recognise a couple of them.

The boats pulled into a small cove with what looked like a beach about 100 metres long and high cliffs behind it making it only accessible by sea. There was a little landing stage that first one boat pulled up to and unloaded all the people on it, then when it moved out of the way the second boat moved in and the rest of the people disembarked followed by some men with crates, tables, boxes and other things.

A PA system was soon setup and one of the Reps welcomed everyone and firstly told everyone where they could get more free drinks and later on, some food. Then he announced,

“I’m sure that you’ve all heard of the American’s Spring Break and all the flesh and fun that they are, well we have our own Summer Break right here today and we’ll have as much, if not more, fun than the Yanks do. So, to get everyone in the right mood we will start with a wet T-shirt competition. Can any girl who wishes to take part come over to me.”

The Rep / MC was standing at the back of the beach at the base of the cliff where the sand was much higher and some men had spread a large tarpaulin. I could see that they were filling a barrel with water which they were pumping up from the sea.

There was no way that I wasn’t going to take part and I was one of the first girls to be standing in front of the MC. I looked around and saw that at least a dozen other girls were behind me. We were told to leave our belonging at the foot of ...

... the cliffs then we were given tiny T-shirts and rectangles of very thin, white fabric about 1.5 x 0.5 metres. The T-shirts were so thin that I could rip them from the top and bottom with my bare hands.

I must have been the first person to get naked on that beach that day as I took off my T-shirt off then put on the provided one and wrapped the rectangle of fabric round my waist, knotting it between my left hip and my slit. Then we were each given a large card with a number on it. I was given the number 8.

Girl 1 was called over to the MC who asked her for her name and where she was from. Then she was told to go over to the man next to the barrel of water where he dunked a bucket in the barrel then tipped it over the girl. Back in the middle of the tarpaulin she danced to a couple of tracks slowly ripping her T-shirt off and teasing taking the ‘mini sarong’ off revealing a standard bikini bottom before tying it back on

It was very much the same for next 6 girls although a bit of twerking and bending at the waist was done by a couple of the girls.

Then it was my turn and as soon as my music started I ripped off the T-shirt and hiked up the mini sarong thing letting everyone see that I wasn’t wearing a bikini bottoms or any knickers. That, of course, got the audience cheering and shouting and towards the end of the second track my right hand went to my pussy and the audience saw me rubbing my pussy for a few seconds.

I really wanted, even needed, to finish myself ...