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22 Cocks Holding My Nude 18-year-old Body Captive, 2 Cocks Claiming It & One Ruined Orgasm
I explored my teenage sexuality and how much power I had over men with erections — men hungry for my firm tits and tight pussy. [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
At 18, I was on vacation on a tropical island with 23 old men as a young scuba diving instructor. Twenty-two of them were clients of the dive shop at home, where I taught part-time after school. The other was a male colleague with whom I had to share the free staff cabin. And I had a lot of fun with 23 cocks getting hard just by looking at my almost nude body — and then playing with my totally nude body! A lot happened on the last day.
While I am currently preparing for the ultimate sex & scuba trip next month, I remember more of my adventures as a young scuba diving instructor and how often I promised you to produce sex reports about them. So I summarized the highlights of the first part of the week here. Do you want to hear the rest? Yes? OK! We are now midweek.
The sun blazed down on the dive boat, its rays reflecting off the calm Caribbean waters. I reveled in the heat as we returned from another two-tank dive, surrounded by the group of scuba divers. A naughty thought crossed my mind, and, feeling a sudden high, I decided to indulge myself.
I went on the bow of the boat and slowly peeled off my bikini top. My young, firm breasts spilled into view, nipples hardening at their newfound freedom. I lay on my back, feeling the deck beneath me, and placed a sun hat with strategically cut holes over my face. Behind my clever disguise, I could see the men staring at my exposed chest, their eyes locked on me like magnets. This excited me more than I expected — was I really an exhibitionist?
My tits, full and round like ripe fruits, sat proudly atop my chest, defying gravity. I heard that genetics gave me the perk of having boobs that stay firm and don’t sag, even to this day, in my mid-20s. Thank you, Daddy and Mommy! But at the time, I thought they were a testament to my barely 18 years old youth. The nipples, perky and erect, pointed skyward as though reaching out for the sun’s warm caress.
With every stolen glance, I felt a surge of power within me. These men had wanted to see my breasts since the beginning of our week-long dive vacation, and there they were, openly displayed for their hungry eyes. You’re welcome, boys! Their gazes sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself silently daring them to look even longer, harder.
The mischievous energy I gathered from all those old men’s eyes traversing my body made me tremble in excitement. My hands glided over my flat belly until they reached my breasts, where I caressed them slowly and teased my nipples with a pinch. Then, I desired for them to also look at my vulva area, barely hidden under a thin and narrow piece of fabric. So I pushed down on my belly with my right hand. My fingers snaked under the fabric, exploring and arousing myself while I could watch the old men gawking through the holes in my hat. Only able to see the form of the back of my hand through the sheer material, they still seemed to enjoy the show. The sensation was almost too much for me to handle. Unfortunately, we were back at the dock before I could reach climax.
I wondered if this newfound pleasure of mine was authentic. Was I genuinely enjoying being an object of desire for these men? Each lingering stare seemed to confirm it, igniting a fire deep inside me that I couldn’t ignore.
I was no longer just Delisha, the dive instructor — I had become a seductive temptress, toying with their desires and wielding my sexuality like a weapon. The more they looked, the more powerful I felt, and the more I craved the intoxicating thrill of exhibitionism I still seek today.
Later that evening, Dan and I sat outside the cabin we shared for the week-long vacation, both of us in our bathing suits. The sun had set, but the air still held the warmth of the day. I could sense Dan’s eyes on me as he leaned back in his chair, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
“Delisha,” he began, dragging his gaze up my body, lingering on my breasts, “I have to say, your tits looked incredible on the boat today.” He licked his lips, the memory clearly vivid in his mind. “They were like perfect, ripe melons, just begging to be squeezed.”
Conversations are from memory, so they may not be totally accurate, but the gist is there.
My heart raced at his words, but I feigned innocence, widening my eyes as if I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Oh? You saw that?” I asked playfully, coyly biting my lip.
“Fuck yeah, I did,” he admitted without shame. “And now I can’t stop thinking about seeing the rest of your sexy body in the nude.”
“Is that so?” I said, smirking. “Well, Dan, I’ve noticed something about you too. Every night when you go outside to hang my bathing suit, your cock is beautifully naked and erect.”
His cheeks flushed red, and I reveled in putting him on the spot. “You think I haven’t seen the way it throbs, straining to be squeezed? How it pulses with every heartbeat like it’s aching for release?”
“Delisha…” he stammered, unsure of how to respond.
“Your cock is quite incredible, Dan,” I continued, twisting his earlier words about my breasts. “Long and thick, like a sturdy branch on a tree. And the way it curves upward as if it’s reaching for the stars… it’s beautiful.”
“Wait, are you serious?” he asked, his voice a mix of embarrassment and pride.
“Absolutely,” I said, grinning wickedly. “You see, Dan, I find cocks fascinating, and yours is no exception.” My eyes locked onto his, asserting my control over him. “But don’t get any ideas; I’m not having sex with you. I just like knowing that you want me so badly that your cock gets hard at the simple thought of what we could do together.”
Dan swallowed hard, his arousal evident as he struggled to maintain his composure. He knew I had the power in this situation, and he could do nothing about it.
“Alright, Dan,” I said with a sly smile, “I’ll make you a deal. I will consider you seeing me naked if you do something for me first.” My heart raced as I prepared to test the limits of my control over him.
“What’s that?” he asked, his eyes full of desire and anticipation.
“Walk further away from our cabin, completely nude, with your hard cock on display for anyone to see,” I proposed, the thrill of my power sending tingles down my spine.
“Fuck off! Delisha! Are you serious?” He looked at me incredulously, clearly torn between his desire to see me naked and the embarrassment of walking around with an erection in public.
“Dead serious,” I replied, maintaining eye contact to assert my dominance. “If you’re not up for it, I guess you’ll just have to settle for the memory of my breasts on the boat today.”
Dan clenched his jaw. His desperation was evident as he glanced down at his now-swollen cock, begging to be freed from the confines of his bathing suit. I could tell he was on the verge of agreeing, just like most men agree with me when they have an erection, and my pulse quickened in response.
“Fine, Delisha,” he finally conceded, his voice laced with both reluctance and excitement. “But you better keep your end of the bargain.”
“Of course, Dan,” I purred, already planning my next move and shocked that he had accepted.
As he hesitated, I took matters into my own hands, reaching over and pulling his bathing suit down, exposing his throbbing erection. The shock in his eyes as I did so only served to fuel my arousal even further. I watched as he stood up, his cock standing tall and proud like a flag pole, and began walking away from our cabin.
I followed him from a distance, watching his toned ass muscles flex with each step, his balls swinging freely between his legs. The sight of him so vulnerable, so exposed, sent a wave of heat through my body, my pussy growing wetter by the second.
“Delisha,” he called out nervously, “are you sure about this?”
“Walk under the palm trees, Dan,” I instructed from a distance, “And keep your cock on display.”
He hesitated but obeyed, strutting naked among the swaying fronds. From my vantage point, far enough away that no one could assume we were together, I kept a watchful eye on him. It thrilled me to see him so exposed, his erection bobbing with each step, and to know that I had orchestrated it all.
“Delisha,” he called out in a hushed tone, “there are two men up ahead.”
“Keep going,” I replied firmly, my voice carrying just enough for him to hear. I could see the men in question casually enjoying their evening stroll. The anticipation of their reaction sent shivers down my spine, making my nipples harden beneath my thin bikini top.
Dan’s body tensed as he approached the men, clearly desperate to hide behind one of the palm trees lining the path. But I wouldn’t let him. Instead, with a stern shake of my head, I motioned for him to continue forward. Reluctantly, he did as I commanded, his face flushing red with embarrassment.
“Hey man, nice cock,” one of the men commented, smirking as they barely glanced at Dan’s exposed erection.
“Thanks,” Dan muttered awkwardly, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.
“Delisha, this is too much,” he pleaded with me once the men had passed, his eyes darting around nervously.
“Come on, Dan,” I thought, savoring the power I held over him, “You can do this. Just a little further.”
I signaled Dan toward a secluded mini-beach, the perfect spot to put him on display. My heart raced in anticipation as he followed my hand gestures, his erection bobbing with each step he took on the soft sand. I couldn’t help but admire the way the moonlight caressed his naked body, casting seductive shadows that accentuated his muscular build.
“Stand near the water,” I signaled with my hands. The waves lapped at his ankles while his cock stood tall, framed by the shimmering reflection of the moon on the water. Such a sight was more arousing than I could have imagined.
“Perfect,” I yelled, my pussy tingling with excitement. “Now stay still, and don’t look back until I tap your shoulder.”
His chest heaved with a mix of anxiety and arousal as I watched him try to maintain his composure. I couldn’t help but giggle at the situation I’d orchestrated — not only did I have complete control over Dan, but I’d also managed to create for my own entertainment an erotic display of an erect penis near the ocean, my favorite place to be.
It was a scene that made my nipples harden and my breath hitch. But it wasn’t enough for me to simply observe; I wanted to push the boundaries even further.
“Let’s see how long he’ll wait before he loses his nerve,” I thought wickedly, leaving him stranded and exposed as I made my way back to our cabin. Laughter bubbled within me, escaping my lips in a mischievous chuckle that echoed through the night air. The thrill of exerting such control sent shivers down my spine, and the image of Dan standing there, vulnerable and erect, was etched in my mind.
“Maybe I am an exhibitionist and a voyeur after all,” I mused as I approached our cabin, my pussy aching with need.
As I settled back into the cabin, the rustling palm leaves and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air. My laughter eventually subsided, replaced by a satisfied grin. I knew Dan would be furious when he finally returned, but the thought only served to heighten my arousal.
When Dan finally stomped back into the cabin, his face was red with anger, and his once proud erection had wilted. I smirked at his frustration, my mischief-loving heart pounding with excitement.
“Delisha! You left me out there, naked!” he barked, fists clenched at his sides.
“Aw, poor baby,” I cooed, slowly running the tip of one finger down the top of his flaccid penis. “You don’t look so big and strong now.” My teasing touch sent a shiver down his spine, and I could see his cock twitch with a hint of renewed desire.
“Enough games! Show me your body,” he demanded, his voice thick with need.
“Patience, darling,” I purred, wrapping my hand around his quickly hardening cock. I stroked him slowly, watching his eyes widen and his breathing accelerate. He whimpered, begging for my lips, but I only continued to tease him with my skillful fingers.
“Please, Delisha,” he pleaded breathlessly, his hands pressing down on my shoulders.
“Shh,” I whispered.
My grip on Dan’s manhood was ironclad as I increased my pace, feeling his cock swell and throb under my hand. His breathing quickened until the moment of climax was almost upon him. Then, as if controlled by some cruel gods, I released my grip just as he tensed up with anticipation.
The lack of contact sent Dan into shock; his body trembled, and his cock pulsated in uncontrollable waves, spewing a fountain of sperm onto the ground. His hands moved erratically, unsure whether to reach out for me or clutch at his own body. He looked at me disbelievingly, his expression an intense mix of emotions that ranged from shock to disappointment to rage.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer; laughter bubbled up inside me and poured out in uncontrollable torrents. I’d heard tales of ruined orgasms before but had never witnessed one — let alone caused it. Now here it was before me in all its glory.
“Thanks for showing me what a ruined orgasm is, Dan! You’re my first!” I gasped between fits of laughter. His face only grew redder, his anger palpable.
“Fuck you, Delisha!” he snarled. “Now show me your naked body as you said!”
“Actually,” I wheezed, trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard, “I said I’d think about it. And I’ve thought about it. The answer is no.”
Dan stared at me, dumbstruck and humiliated. But as he reached for a towel, defeat and frustration etched across his face, and I reveled in the power I held over him. My pussy clenched with anticipation, wondering just how far I could push him and what other deliciously wicked games I could play.
After our nightly ritually of preparing for bed without exchanging a word, I pulled on a t-shirt, making sure it covered my vulva. The last thing I wanted was to give Dan the satisfaction of seeing me completely naked after what I’d just done to him. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as I pulled on his towel to expose his deflated cock, remembering how it had twitched and spurted helplessly onto the floor.
He didn’t even try to put the towel back on. He had submitted to my will!
“Hey Dan,” I said sweetly, “would you mind going outside and hanging up my bikini for me? It needs to dry overnight.”
“What?” he spat out, still seething with anger. “After what you just did to me, you seriously expect me to go out there naked again?”
“Please?” I purred, batting my eyelashes innocently. To my delight and surprise, Dan huffed and grabbed my tiny, soaked bikini before storming out of the cabin without a stitch of clothing on.
“Unbelievable,” I mused to myself, relishing in my newfound power over this man. I watched through the window as Dan hung my bikini up in the moonlight, his now-flaccid cock swinging limply between his legs, a stark contrast to the proud erection he’d sported earlier.
As he turned to come back inside, I climbed into bed, arranging myself so that my silky thighs and the outline of my perky breasts were visible beneath the thin fabric of my t-shirt. When Dan entered the room, I could see a flicker of desire in his eyes as they roamed over my body, but he said nothing.
“Goodnight, Dan,” I murmured, feigning innocence. “Thanks for hanging up my bikini.”
“Whatever,” he muttered, sliding under the covers in his small bed, his body visibly tense with frustration.
As I closed my eyes, my thoughts raced with excitement. I’d pushed Dan further than I ever imagined possible, and I wondered what other limits I could test and boundaries I could break. The power I wielded over him was intoxicating, and my pussy throbbed at the thought of more wicked games to play.
“Delisha,” Dan whispered, his voice strained. “Can we talk about what happened tonight?”
“Sure, Dan,” I replied, feigning sleepiness. My mind raced with anticipation, curious to see if he’d confront me about the ruined orgasm or beg for forgiveness for his earlier anger.
“Look, I’m sorry I got so mad. I just… I can’t stop thinking about you. And what you did tonight, it was –” he hesitated, searching for the right words.
“Exciting?” I suggested, a sly grin spreading across my face.
“Infuriating,” he corrected, though I could sense a hint of arousal in his voice. “But yes, maybe a little exciting too.”
A wicked thrill ran through me as I realized this man enjoyed the game I played on him to get his cock hard and on display. I was not the only exhibitionist on this planet!
“Goodnight, Dan,” I whispered, turning away from him and drifting off to sleep, my dreams filled with visions of all the men and cocks ahead of me in my life.
The sun beat down on my skin as I stood aboard the dive boat, surrounded by the turquoise waters of this tropical paradise. It was the last day of diving on this vacation with 22 male scuba divers, and unfortunately, Dan, who was the official trip leader, couldn’t make it due to congestion. So I was left to take care of these testosterone-filled customers by myself. My heart raced with excitement, determined to make today a memorable day.
“Alright, boys,” I called out, leaning forward slightly, giving them a generous view of my perky breasts barely contained in my skimpy bikini top. “Today is our last day together, so let’s make it count!”
I could see their eyes hungrily devouring my body as I sauntered over to the edge of the boat, running my fingers along the strings of my barely-there bikini bottom. The thin strip of fabric covering my pussy excited them more than if I had been nude, I thought. A few men exchanged smirks, and I heard one whisper to another, “Man, I’d love to bury my face between those thighs.”
“Damn, Delisha,” one of the men muttered, “you’re killing us.”
“Maybe I’ll lose this top on our last dive,” I teased, giving my bikini strings a little tug. The suggestion sent a wave of excited murmurs through the group.
“Hey, Delisha,” another man interjected, his face flushed. “What happened to Dan last night? We saw him outside our cabin, naked as the day he was born!”
I couldn’t help but laugh, which puzzled the men. If they saw Dan like that, they’d caught a glimpse of his impressive erection. But nobody mentioned the penis. So I opted to keep quiet about the details, savoring the puzzled expressions on their faces.
“Let’s just say he needed some… fresh air,” I replied coyly, watching their imaginations run wild. I loved having this control over them, stirring their desires and curiosity with every word and action.
“Speaking of fresh air,” one man smirked, “I heard that if you blow on a girl’s pussy just right, it can make her cum instantly.”
“Really?” I feigned innocence, my eyes wide. “Well, who wants to give it a try?” The group erupted in laughter and crude jokes. Their attempts to make me uncomfortable only fueled my desire to tease them further.
I decided it was time to move the subject away from Dan and have a little more fun with these men. I grabbed the strings of my bikini top and bottom, giving them a playful twirl between my fingers. “Y’know, there are 22 of you,” I said, teasingly tugging at the strings of my bikini. “Each one of you could easily overpower me and strip me naked right here.” I paused, allowing the thought to sink in before continuing with a wicked grin. “But despite all your muscles, I’m still not naked. You realize today’s your last chance, right?”
As I wiggled my body to tempt them, the men exchanged glances, their expressions torn between amusement and uncertainty. They clearly didn’t know if I was serious or just teasing them some more, so I had to do something.
“Today’s our last day on this trip. So, do I need to repeat? If you really want to see this pussy, you better do something about it.” Then, in an even more mischievous tone, I added, “How about you pretend to overpower me while I defend myself?”
Still no movement. Just 22 grown-up men staring at my body, already almost naked. I giggled internally at how men could be so excited about uncovering what were only a few more square inches of my body. And I wanted it to happen as I thought of Dan, who desired so desperately all week to see me naked but would be missing the show. That alone gave me more devilish energy.
“I’ll yell and try to get free… But don’t be gentle… Make me your captive plaything... Hold me down… Talk dirty….”
Their eyes grew bigger, and their jaws adopted a permanent gawking position. A few men chuckled, and the air was heavy with anticipation as they considered my proposal, but there was still no movement.
“Jeez! Are there any real men in here?”
On those words, the first brave volunteer stepped forward, reaching for the string that held my bikini top together. I ran away, but another man grabbed me at the waist.
I screamed and wriggled in his grasp, but he was obviously stronger than me. His hands tightened, digging painfully into my skin. Though I shook, I refused to give up the fight — the show. The man next to him tugged at the string around my torso until it gave way, and my bikini top fell away from me, exposing my young, firm breasts and hard nipples.
A few other men swarmed toward me like ravenous wolves, their predatory instincts finally kicking in. Their eyes gleamed with wicked delight as they grasped at my arms and legs in an attempt to restrain me. I felt a surge of playful determination coursing through my veins, and I shouted out in anguish, struggling against their crushing grip. My cries seemed to only further incite the male beasts, who pulled me up by my wrists and ankles until I was suspended in midair with 22 pairs of hands competing for a spot to grab at every inch of my body.
Then a pair of hands tightened on my neck, and I felt a thrill of fear mingled with arousal. I was so small and defenseless next to this pack of wolves.
They tugged ferociously at the strings of my bikini bottom, tearing it away from my flesh until my bald pussy lay exposed beneath their lustful gazes. As I yelled and tried to wiggle my way to freedom, the intensity only seemed to increase.
Carrying me by my ankles and wrists, they forced me down onto the hard, uncomfortable bench in the middle of the dive boat. My back arched as my head hit the wooden surface, further putting my tits on display, and I found myself held captive by the strong hands still gripping my ankles and wrists. My arms were pulled above my head, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable to their lustful gazes.
“Look at her,” one man said, his voice thick with desire. “Such a perfect, helpless little slut.”
There I was: young, naked, and held down by a group of old, horny men, all eager to explore every inch of my body. And I fucking loved it.
“Her pussy is just begging to be fucked,” another chimed in, eyeing the glistening wetness between my legs.
I reveled in their crude comments, feeling an intoxicating mix of shame and arousal. I had been naked in front of groups of men before, but being held captive and talked dirty while on a dive boat over the ocean — the place I love the most — was adding a level of excitement. I could hear my Mom’s voice in my head telling me I should not be ashamed of experimenting with my sexuality and to enjoy every second of it. Meanwhile, the room filled with more lewd comments supported by stares of 22 men crowded around me, my nakedness and weakness fuelling the heat that swelled between my legs.
“Look at her,” one of them sneered, “she’s a walking invitation just begging to be fucked! She can’t even say no!” The other men laughed in agreement, probably salivating at the thought of sinking their manhood into the little 18-year-old toy submissively presented before them.
My struggles entertained them as they held me down like a rag doll, their crude comments about my womanhood continuing to fill the air.
“Good girl,” one man murmured, padding my head.
“Such a cute teeny pussy! Must be tight in there,” another one taunted, the words sending a thrill down my spine. They finally had their eyes on what they had lusted about all week.
Time seemed to stand still as I watched the men around me, their eyes gleaming with excitement and focusing primarily on my exposed vulva. Every inch of my body was tense with a fear I didn’t understand because it felt good.
“Damn! Look at that pretty pussy! Didn’t she ask us to be rough?” a man asked while running his fingers on the small triangle of pubic hair I had above my vulva. I shivered in anticipation.
At the start of this kinky game, all I wanted was for them to get a good look at my naked body they had been yearning for all week, but now my desire had changed — I wanted them to ravage me, to fuck me until I screamed in pleasure and submission.
I looked up at each of them in turn, searching for a man strong enough to take me — a man with balls — but I didn’t see it in any of the faces. It seems all they were to do was talk.
I can still vividly remember that night. Now that I know how much I enjoy being used as a sex toy, I wish I could go back in time to demand they fulfill their depraved fantasies! To be taken and ravaged by each one of them, to surrender my innocence and become a slutty plaything for their pleasure, passed around from one cock to the next. Just thinking about it fills me with an excited longing.
But it did not happen, and I did not insist. I was focused on trying to understand my feelings. And as we got close to our first dive site, they freed the captive, nude teenager. I remember feeling sad that a pack of aroused men no longer pinned me down. I couldn’t wait to discuss it with my Mom and my friend Jane.
After this thrilling sexual game on the dive boat, it was finally time for the actual diving. I wiggled my naked body into the tight wetsuit, feeling the neoprene grip every inch of my exposed flesh. The men continued to look at me with hungry eyes as I zipped myself up and prepared for the dive.
When we resurfaced, I wasted no time peeling off my wetsuit, revealing my completely nude body to the 22 men sitting in two rows along the sides of the boat. With my hands gripping a metal bar above my head, I spread my legs slightly apart, giving them an unobstructed view of my wet pussy and barely hidden clit. The ravenous wolves were back! Their eyes devoured me, and I reveled in the vulnerability and power that came from being the only naked person among them.
“Tell me, boys,” I teased, swaying my hips seductively, “Have I been a bad girl this week?”
They eagerly agreed, their arousal evident in their expressions and the bulges in their swim trunks. I smirked and taunted them further.
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenged, bending over slightly and wiggling my ass invitingly.
The man closest to me took the bait and delivered a stinging slap to my naked left ass cheek. I gasped but pushed my ass out more, daring the others to do the same. As I walked around the boat, each man added his own mark to my reddening cheeks, making me shiver with a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Such obedient boys,” I panted, my body quivering from the mixture of pleasure and pain. “You really know how to teach a bad girl a lesson.” And as I bore the red marks on my ass like trophies, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming satisfaction in pushing my own boundaries and discovering new depths of my sexuality — while providing entertainment to these men.
As the boat approached the dock, I casually asked, “So, where’s my bikini?” The men exchanged glances and grinned wickedly. “What bikini?” one of them replied, feigning innocence. Their eyes glinted with the intense pleasure of watching me squirm, knowing they had the power to keep me exposed and vulnerable.
“Very funny, guys,” I chuckled. But deep down, a thrill coursed through me as I realized the situation I was in.
“Looks like you’re just gonna have to walk back to the cabin in your birthday suit,” one of the men said with a grin as we approached the dock. The rest of them laughed along, taking pleasure in my predicament.
Strangers on the dock began to notice my naked form. Their eyes widened, while some even stopped in their tracks, unable to tear their gaze away from my youthful, nude body.
“Come on, don’t make me walk off this boat naked,” I pleaded, but the men only laughed, delighted by my begging. They relished the sight of my firm breasts swaying with each step, my long, blonde hair cascading down my back, and my smooth, bald pussy on full display for everyone at the dock to see. As I pretended to be embarrassed, I remember being eager for these new sets of eyes to feast upon my bare body. I could feel their hungry gazes tracing the curve of my ass and the tiny blonde triangle above my clit, confirming my natural hair color.
“That’s a fantastic plan, Delisha,” the man said as he exited the dive boat and pulled my bikini out of his pocket. He waved it in the air like someone would entice a dog with a tasty treat.
I could make out a few snickers on the dock as folks seemed to enjoy the sight of my young, bare body and the realization that I would have to get off the dive boat and onto the pier without any clothes on if I wanted to get my bikini back.
He clearly enjoyed himself, making me hop like a dog trying to catch a bone. My young breasts jiggled as I jumped again and again with no avail; people around us formed a circle as if they were tourists in New York watching street performers.
Eventually, he let me grab it. “Thanks,” I called out as I quickly slipped on my bikini, feeling the fabric graze over my still-sensitive nipples and tender ass cheeks. The spectators’ eyes lingered on my body, the memory of my nudity permanently etched in their minds. A few spectators even applauded and whistled. I remembered wondering if I should ask for money as street performers do.
Back at the cabin, I found Dan lying on his bed, looking slightly better than before. “How are you feeling?” I asked casually.
“Better, I guess,” he mumbled, rubbing his stuffy nose.
“Great!” I chirped, pretending to be engrossed in examining my red-tinted ass cheeks. “You know, you missed quite a show today. The guys got a little… handsy.”
“Really?” Dan asked, trying to seem disinterested but failing miserably.
“Yep,” I continued, knowing full well that I was driving him crazy with jealousy. “They all saw me naked and even spanked my ass.” I paused for effect, letting the information sink in and watching his face as the realization dawned on him that he had missed his only chance to see me nude.
Dan’s eyes widened with envy and frustration. It was thrilling to watch him squirm, knowing that I had managed to keep my tantalizing pussy from him throughout the week.
“Really? Wow,” he managed to say, trying to act unfazed but clearly bothered by what he’d missed.
“Yep,” I replied, smirking at his disappointment. “It was quite a day. They really got a kick out of making me their little plaything. But don’t worry, you’ll get over it,” I teased, relishing in the power my sexuality held over men.
As I strode out of the cabin with the confidence of a winner, I felt more alive than ever before, eager to continue pushing boundaries and exploring my deepest desires.
The only thing I have left to report about this dive trip is the last night of our vacation, and I think you will like it! Yes, there was sex and two cocks inside my 18-year-old body! And here it is:
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