A SLUT LIFE: CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3: ISLAND FUN – THE BOYS

“Would you please help us?” I lowered my large sunglasses down my nose as if I hadn’t noticed him. I was reclined on one of the beach lounge chairs alongside the volleyball area. I had a paperback open and a floppy hat on my head. While I had the look of someone engrossed in reading, I had selected the location deliberately. Five guys were playing volleyball. Three on one side, which left two on the other. The two were magnificent specimens of maleness: roughly six feet tall, athletic muscular shapes, and black. They looked like college athletes on vacation to the point that I wondered if it might be semester break. I had even been watching with interest when, after losing yet another point against the three, this young man had looked around at the sunbathers and focused on me. I had been watching him and his partner for some time, actually. When he called time and stepped in my direction, my eyes had focused like a laser on his cock swaying in front of him. Both he and his friend had large, thick cocks. Maybe not quite as large as Adam but I had decided Adam had to be some kind of freak of nature. But, not by much apparently judging by what was swaying in front of him as he approached.

After lowering my glasses to show my eyes, I fought myself to shift my eyes up to his face. “I’m sorry … what did you say?”

“My friend and I were hoping you might help us against those guys. You look fit and athletic.” I continue to watch him. I hadn’t much experience with volleyball and told him as much. “That’s okay. The rules are pretty loose. Please?”

He put his hand out to me. He was very confident. He was very good looking. He was very young. And that was exciting, too. I was so much older and he was asking me …

I dropped my feet to either side of the chair which parted my thighs, reached up, and he assisted me to my feet. I dropped my glasses and book on the lounger, I saw him fight to move his eyes from my pussy. He turned and I jogged with him back to the game. He made the introductions quickly. His name was Jason and his friend was Michael. He had us spread out on the court and had me start behind them. They instinctively bent over to await the serve … talk about distracting! Two dark, tight butts in front of me.

I surprised myself … and them, I think. With the loose rules allowing bad hits and palming, I made an impact. The guys were right about being able to win because it soon became a lopsided contest as I was able to fill the gap in coverage just enough to keep the ball in play. Soon, I was jumping at the net and diving for balls like them. We beat that team badly and the next several teams that formed in a kind of ‘winner keeps playing’ kind of thing.