The sun was just beginning to dip, casting everything in gold. The beach was mostly empty now, just a few scattered towels left behind and the sound of gulls circling overhead. I felt the wind roll off the waves and brush over my bare stomach. My bikini top was long gone, tossed somewhere in the sand. I could feel the gritty warmth on my nipples as I lay back on the towel, legs curled slightly, watching them.

I wasn’t even sure who made the first move—me or Aaron. Maybe it had been building all day. The way his hand would rest a little longer on my waist, the way I leaned into him, playful but hungry. Or maybe it was when Melissa pulled her sundress off without a word, revealing that tiny blue thong, and smirked as she walked into the water.

Either way, it didn’t matter. We were here now, the three of us. The air thick with salt, sweat, and the kind of tension that vibrates behind your teeth.

Aaron was kneeling between Melissa’s thighs, one hand wrapped around his thick cock as he ran the head up and down her slit. She was already slick, moaning with her head thrown back; the wind tossing her blonde hair as she tugged at her own nipples. I was sitting off to the side, watching them, my hand buried between my own legs, fingers soaked.

“Come here, baby,” Aaron growled to me, his voice rough like gravel and ocean mist. “I want you to taste her with me.”

That was all it took. I crawled across the sand to them, my breasts swaying, full and heavy. Melissa opened her eyes and smiled at me. There was no hesitation in her—just raw hunger. I leaned in, kissed her inner thigh, then her mound, and then pressed my tongue between her lips while Aaron rubbed the base of his cock and waited his turn.

She tasted like sweat and sea combined with something warm, slick and feminine. I moaned against her and felt Aaron’s hand slide down my back, spreading my ass cheeks, playing with the edge of my pussy. His fingers were thick and rough, and when he slid two inside me, I gasped against Melissa’s clit.

“God,” she panted, gripping my hair. “Don’t stop... don’t stop...”

I didn’t.

Aaron pushed his cock into her slowly, thick and stretching her wide. I watched her eyes roll back, her mouth open in a silent cry. I couldn’t look away. It was beautiful. Hot. Intimate. He fucked her slowly at first, then harder, both of them panting and moaning; their sweat glistening in the fading sun.

And I was aching. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for him.

When he pulled out of Melissa, he looked at me, his eyes dark and greedy. “Your turn,” he said.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I got on my hands and knees, face buried in the towel, ass up. Melissa crawled in front of me and kissed me—deep, wet, tasting of her, me and salt. Her fingers found my nipples, playing, teasing, until I was shaking.

Then I felt him. That thick cock sliding into me, slow at first, then all the way in. I moaned into Melissa’s mouth, my whole body arching. He filled me so completely I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I was so wet, so ready, and he fucked me with long, deep thrusts that made my thighs shake.

Melissa was watching my face the whole time. “God, you love that cock, don’t you?” she whispered.

I nodded, gasping. “So much...”

Then I saw him.

Off to the side, near the dune grass. A man. Mid-thirties maybe. Athletic. Shirtless. He was standing there, half-shadowed, watching. His hand was inside his shorts, stroking. Not even trying to hide it well.

I whispered to Aaron, “We’re being watched…”

He didn’t stop. He just looked over his shoulder, grinned. “Good. Let him see.”

Melissa turned her head. “Oh... hello...” she cooed. Then she cupped my breast, licked my nipple, and called out, “You like the show, stranger?”

The man froze. In the midst of guilt and being caught, he was about to bolt.

Aaron pulled out of me and stood up, cock still hard, slick with my wetness. “Don’t run,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Come here.”

To my surprise, the stranger obeyed. He stepped closer, cock still hard, tenting his shorts. His name was Jack. I only found that out later. But in that moment, he was just a stranger with hunger in his eyes, and we were heat and temptation in the sand.

Melissa stood and walked to him, took his hand, and placed it on her breast. “You want to fuck us?” she asked bluntly.

He nodded, breathless.

Aaron grinned. “Then earn it.”

I took Jack’s shorts down, his cock springing free—long, curved slightly, with a thick head. I wrapped my lips around it without thinking, tasting him as he gasped and groaned. Melissa knelt beside me and took over while I looked up at him, licking his shaft, stroking his balls.

“God, you two are insane,” he breathed.

“No,” I said, taking him back in my mouth. “We’re just filthy.”

After that, it became a blur of bodies, hands and mouths. Melissa straddled Aaron, riding him hard in the sand while I kissed and sucked her nipples. Then, she lay back and watched as Jack fucked me from behind, slow and deep, while Aaron pressed my head down on his cock.

I felt so full, so wanted. I moaned around Aaron’s shaft as Jack gripped my hips, slapping against me.

Melissa came again, crying out loud, not caring if anyone heard.

Aaron pulled out, stroking his cock, and came all over my tits while Jack kept fucking me. I licked the cum from my chest, moaning as Jack groaned and emptied himself inside me.

But it wasn’t over. We switched again.

Melissa rode Jack while Aaron lifted me into his lap, bouncing me on his cock, my breasts bouncing wildly, sweat dripping down my back. He kissed me hard, possessive and messy, gripping my ass as he slammed into me.

“I love this pussy,” he growled.

“It’s yours,” I panted. “But I love sharing it too.”

When we finally collapsed into a pile of tangled limbs and panting bodies, the sky had turned deep purple. The stars were coming out. The waves whispered behind us, gentle and slow.

I lay on my back, the sand sticking to my skin, cum leaking from my thighs, my body throbbing with pleasure. Melissa kissed my cheek, her fingers interlaced with mine.

Jack lay on my other side, speechless.

Aaron just smiled, running a hand over my breast.

“That was...” Jack began.

“Only the beginning,” I whispered.

The tide had crept closer while we lay there, half-draped over each other, damp with sweat and cum, catching our breath under the stars. The cool air brushed over my soaked skin, teasing my nipples into stiffness again. My thighs were sticky, sensitive, and trembling. Every inch of me pulsed with pleasure and afterglow.

But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

Aaron must’ve felt it, the restless ache still burning under my skin. He looked down at me, eyes heavy-lidded but smiling. “You want more, don’t you, baby?”

I nodded slowly, biting my lip. “I want everything.”

Jack groaned softly beside me. Melissa just laughed, stretching like a satisfied cat. “God, you’re insatiable. I love it.”

She rolled toward me and kissed me, slow and deep. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I melted into it, feeling her fingers trail down my belly, slipping lazily through the wetness between my legs.

“Mmm, still so full,” she purred.

“I can taste him,” I whispered.

“I want to taste him,” she said, slipping lower. “Hold still, baby.”

I lay back, parting my thighs, trembling as her mouth dipped between them. Her tongue was soft at first, slow and methodical. She licked my folds gently, moaning like she was savoring dessert. When she started lapping at the mix of cum and slick pouring from me, I shivered so hard I nearly sat up.

“Oh my god, Melissa—”

Aaron knelt beside me, stroking his cock again. It was already hard. Already wanting me again. He leaned down, kissing me while Melissa made me whimper with her tongue. I reached over, found Jack, and wrapped my hand around his cock.

He was getting hard again, too.

“Come here,” I told him, my voice barely a breath.

He obeyed. God, I loved that.

I pulled him closer and took him into my mouth while Melissa tongue-fucked me and Aaron kissed down my neck. Jack tasted different now—saltier, still slightly sticky, but growing stiffer and thicker by the second. I sucked him slowly, loving how his thighs tensed every time I hollowed my cheeks.

Melissa lifted her head, licking her lips. “Still leaking... fuck, that’s hot.”

“Let me ride her,” Jack said, his voice low and shaky.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. “You want to fuck my girl again?”

Jack hesitated—nervous.

I smiled and pulled him on top of me. “He likes to share,” I whispered. “Especially when he gets to watch.”

Jack lined up and pushed inside me again. I was so wet he slid in easily, but the stretch still made me cry out. His hands grabbed my thighs, holding me open as he started thrusting, slow and deep, over and over.

Melissa straddled my chest, lowering her pussy to my mouth. “Your turn,” she said with a grin.

I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my arms around her hips and sucked her clit while Jack fucked me hard, hitting just the right angle. Her taste was clean and sweet and just a little sharp from before. I moaned into her, flicking my tongue fast, and she ground down against my face.

Aaron sat back, watching all of us. Stroking himself. Eyes dark.

Then he stood and moved behind Jack. “Switch.”

Jack pulled out reluctantly, gasping. I was still twitching from the friction, my cunt greedy and empty again.

Aaron slid in deep, filling me harder than before, and I screamed into Melissa’s pussy.

“Oh fuck—yes, Aaron—harder—”

He grunted, pounding into me, holding my hips like he owned me.

Melissa was moaning now, too, her thighs trembling around my face. “Shit—yes—don’t stop—don’t stop—”

We came at the same time.

She cried out and collapsed forward onto my chest. I felt myself clamp down on Aaron’s cock as the orgasm rolled through me, thick and hot and electric. My vision went white for a second.

Aaron pulled out and jerked his cock, finishing with a deep groan, spraying all over my belly and breasts again. His cum was warm on my skin, glistening in the moonlight.

Jack was beside us again, kissing Melissa, kissing me, stroking himself.

“Can I come on your face?” he asked softly.

I nodded, opening my mouth.

He leaned over me, and I watched his muscles tense, his abs tighten, and then his cock twitched and spilled across my tongue and chin and cheeks. I swallowed what I could, licking my lips, smiling like the filthy girl I knew I was.

We were a mess. A beautiful, sweaty, panting, cum-soaked mess sprawled out on the darkening beach.

I lay there, breathing hard, Melissa curled up beside me, Aaron’s big hand on my thigh, Jack’s chest rising and falling next to mine.

None of us said much for a while.

Finally, Aaron leaned in close and kissed my forehead. “You’re incredible.”

“I know,” I whispered, smiling.

Melissa chuckled, tracing circles on my belly with her finger. “You’re trouble. Both of you.”

Jack just stared at me like he didn’t know what world he’d stumbled into.

And I… I just watched the stars. Feeling the waves edge closer. Feeling their cum inside me. Feeling more alive than I ever had before.

The stars stretched out above us like pinpricks in silk, glittering cold and far while we lay there — hot, tangled, slick with each other. The beach had gone completely still. Even the tide seemed to hush.

I was on my back, head resting on Aaron’s chest. One of his arms cradled me loosely, fingers tracing the underside of my breast. His touch was gentle now, worshipful almost, but his cock still twitched against my thigh.

Melissa was curled up at my side, pressed skin-to-skin, the curve of her ass nestled into Jack’s chest behind her. He had one arm slung around her waist, the other resting over my hip. I could feel his heartbeat against my lower back. We were all breathing slow now, but beneath the calm was this tension, this buzzing pull like magnets under the sand.

No one wanted to leave.

“Fuck,” Melissa whispered. “I should feel embarrassed... but I don’t. I just feel... wrecked.”

I smiled. “Same.”

Aaron kissed the top of my head. “You were perfect tonight. Both of you.”

Jack chuckled softly. “I still don’t know how I ended up here.”

I turned my head toward him, reached between us, and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was still semi-hard, twitching a little in my palm.

“I do,” I said. “You were watching. And we wanted to be watched.”

He swallowed hard, eyes locked on mine.

“I like being watched,” I murmured. “I like knowing I’m being used, filled, seen...”

Melissa hummed against my shoulder. “You’re a dirty girl.”

“I know,” I whispered, stroking Jack slowly under the stars. “But you love it.”

Aaron’s hand slid between my legs again, fingertips brushing over my soaked slit. “Still dripping.”

I moaned, parting my thighs without thinking.

Jack shifted behind me, sliding his hand up my waist. “You’re really not done, are you?”

I rolled over onto my side, kissed him softly. “I want one more... a slow one.”

Melissa sat up, her hair wild and tangled, her lips swollen. “Then let’s make it beautiful.”

We moved together, almost dreamlike. Aaron laid back on the towel, propped on his elbows, and I straddled him, easing down onto his cock with a long, shaky moan. God, he filled me just right — again, and again, and still I wanted more. The stretch, the fullness, the heat of his hands on my hips as I began to ride him slowly.

Melissa and Jack knelt behind me. She leaned in, kissing my neck, whispering filth in my ear while Jack reached around to pinch my nipples. Their hands were all over me, roaming, stroking, touching every inch like they’d missed me.

I moved my hips in lazy circles, letting the rhythm build. Every time I slid down, Aaron groaned, and I felt his cock throb deeper. He held me tight, eyes locked on mine, like he couldn’t believe I was still hungry for it. But I was. I needed this. Needed to finish what we started.

Melissa lowered herself between Aaron’s legs, licking at the place where we were joined, flicking her tongue over his cock every time I lifted off. I cried out, the extra sensation making me clench hard around him.

Jack was behind me now, watching, stroking himself. “You’re fucking stunning,” he said. “Look at you... riding him, covered in cum, dripping down your thighs...”

I moaned louder, bouncing harder.

Aaron’s hands gripped my hips. “You gonna come for me again?”

“Y-yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck—yes—yes—”

My orgasm hit fast and sharp, like lightning. I screamed, body shaking, thighs trembling around him as I ground down, coming hard on his cock. Melissa kissed up my spine, whispering praise as I rode the waves out.

Aaron wasn’t far behind. He pulled me tight and came deep inside me, groaning into my mouth as I kissed him, his body jerking beneath mine.

I barely had time to catch my breath before Jack pulled me off and pushed me onto my hands and knees. “I need to be in you again.”

He slid into me fast, deep, wet from everything we’d already shared, and I cried out, collapsing to my elbows. Melissa was in front of me in seconds, guiding my mouth to her clit.

“Finish us, baby,” she moaned.

So I did.

I sucked her while Jack fucked me hard from behind, our bodies slapping together. His hands gripped my hips so tight I’d probably bruise, but I didn’t care. I loved it. I wanted to be ruined. Melissa was gasping, bucking into my mouth, then screaming as she came with a shudder that left her legs shaking.

Jack kept going — faster now, urgent — until he moaned, stuttered, and buried himself deep with a growl, spilling inside me again. I could feel it, thick and warm, joining everything else already dripping from me.

I collapsed onto the towel, utterly spent. Melissa lay beside me, stroking my hair. Aaron rubbed slow circles on my back. Jack kissed my shoulder, gentle now, careful.

No one said anything for a long time.

Eventually, the waves inched closer again.

“Let’s swim,” Melissa said, voice soft but giddy. “We’re already soaked. Might as well rinse off.”

We all stood, naked and glowing in the moonlight, and walked down to the edge of the water. The ocean was cold against my skin, shocking and delicious. It stung my thighs where I was still tender and raw from being so thoroughly fucked, but I loved it. The salt burned away the ache and left only heat.

We waded in waist-deep, laughing, kissing, splashing. Four naked strangers tangled in the dark — no labels, no shame, just sensation and starlight and the hush of waves.

I looked around at them — my older lover, my wild friend, our midnight stranger — and smiled.

This beach was never going to be the same.

And neither was I.