Sandburned - Sex Stories

Sandburned

... easy on the eye, but that was old news of course - was wriggling in a very familiar manner as the girl pulled that traffic-stopping swimsuit Brianna had just bought him downward. Struggling to get the tight waistband down around the boy's prominent seat with a difficulty that Brianna wished she could have seen much closer up, because it looked like exactly her kind of hilarious. And titillating.Tilaritating? No, that one's no good either. Brianna had been trying to come up with a good word for her favourite type of spectacle for a long time, but still hadn't arrived on a good one.

"The hell did he do?" Genie asked, staring just like Brianna as the statuesque blonde resorted to pinning Zach's back and thighs with her elbows so she could use both hands to deal with the speedos.

Brianna shrugged one shoulder a little, smirking. "Does it matter?"

Genie snorted. "Think we should help him?"

Brianna tore her eyes off of the tilarity and stared incredulously back at Genie. Genie's mouth widened into a huge, cackling grin.

"Hah! Wish you could've seen the look on your face."

Brianna sighed, failing to suppress an embarrassed smile. "Keep fucking around, pumpkin, and you're going to find out."

With the obligatory threat made, Brianna fixed her shades, straightened her dark brown bangs, and looked back at the hut. Zach's bottom was glistening bare in the sun now, each cheek wobbling like the waves on the sea as the Amazonian lifeguard pulled his speedos just far ...

... enough down his legs to restrain them the most.That girl knows her shit. Interesting.

Brianna pushed herself up onto her feet, and took Genie by the arm. "C'mon, let's get a closer look." ...

"I really am sorry," the lifeguard said, earnestly, "but the rules are the rules."

Zach would probably have asked if these rules of hers had anything about public indecency in them, but he was already too busy saying something else.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"

Until a moment ago, he'd been too distracted by dying of embarrassment to worry about how much it might hurt if someone strong enough to carry him over their shoulder were to slap him. It was only his modesty he'd fought fruitlessly to preserve when he realized what she was about to do. But then the first slap had landed, and the second one barely a heartbeat later, and he'd immediately forgotten about such petty, civilized concerns.

"AAAAAAAAAH OW OW OW OWWWWWW!!!"

Her apologies proved insincere as she didn't hold back even slightly. Zach's whole world was the bonfire on his bare buttocks and the firm, thick thighs he needed to pry himself off of to escape it. Her hand just came down sofast, and sohard each and every single time!

"I'M SOOORRYYYYYY!!! I'M SORRY, PLEAAASE!"

"I'm sure you are," chided his chastiser, not breaking pace at all as her jackhammer of an arm kept working through her words, "but we need to make sure you remember this next time. It'll remind you to stop and think about how to deal ...