I'm Larry, and I've been dying to tell the story of what happened to me last spring at the beach.
I grew up in The Hamptons at the end of Long Island, New York. I am a senior attending Cornell University. My father went to Cornell, as did his father, his father before him, and his father before him, who was a founding member of my fraternity. So you can see that going to Cornell and joining this same fraternity is a family tradition.
Last spring I had hoped to attend spring break, chasing snatch with several of my fraternity brothers in Cancun, Mexico. But those plans were dashed by my mother and father, who informed me that the family was holding a long overdue reunion and I was required to attend.
When I found out the destination, I wasn't too badly upset. The reunion was to be held at the family's island estate on the Emerald Coast of Florida. It is a beautiful place on the Gulf of Mexico, with white sand and crystal clear beach water. It is so flat there, the only real topography is the sand dunes stretched out along the beach in front of the scrubby pines and palm trees.
I had thought I might have the chance to escape the family, and drive just east of there to enjoy the spring break festivities at America's biggest college spring break destination in Panama City, the Redneck Riviera. There would be thousands of college babes from most of the universities east of the Mississippi River converging there. They'd be twisting along the beach with their bikinis pulled as low as they can go, and then at night cruising in cars, bumper to bumper along the Miracle Strip, flashing titties, getting drunk, and looking for guys to fuck. I'd be ready and available.
Once we arrived at the island estate, one of the hired hosts carried my bags and showed me to my room. I was happy to have a beach front view in the massive white mansion built by my great grandfather.
I told my father that I'd spend the day and evening with them before going over to Panama City, but he informed me otherwise. I was to spend the a few days there on the estate before I could hit the party along the Redneck Riviera. I was greatly disappointed. The teenie bikini beach babes would have to wait, so I decided to settle in.
I had almost forgotten how large our family was. They kept arriving all that day. My father had several siblings, who had arrived along their extended families, many of whom had long been involved with the family business.
I was pleased to see my cousin, Roxanne, from California. She was the daughter of my father's brother and only a year younger than I. I had not seen her in a while. We had always enjoyed each other's company very much. In fact, I had always hated that everyone in the family business so often brought up the fact that she had one breast much larger than the other. Other than that, she had a really cute figure and a pretty face with big blue eyes and long blonde hair.
Roxanne, after getting settled in her room, came out wearing a bikini and a t-shirt. She often wore a t-shirt to try and hide the fact that the one breast was much larger. Nearly twice as big in fact.
Once we sat down on the veranda to enjoy some mint julips, Roxanne stood up and took her shirt off. She stood there very erect in her bikini, with her chest pushed outward and pointed at her left breast.
With a big wide grin, "Look, Larry!" she exclaimed. "I got my boob fixed."
I perked up and stared at her tits displayed in her tight bikini top. They both looked exactly the same size.
"That's awesome, Roxanne." I clasped my hands together. "They both look fabulous now."
"Thank you," she proudly replied. "One of Hollywood's best surgeons did it."
Roxanne still smiling, sat back down, but didn't put her t-shirt back on. I think she wanted anyone who walked by to see that her breasts were finally matched in size. She seemed very proud of that. I was very happy for her.
Roxanne and I were still having mint julips on the veranda when Aunt Boopsie and Uncle Hortense arrived from Kennebunkport, Maine. They were actually distant cousins, but since Uncle Hortense was the top corporate attorney for the family business for so many years, he and his wife had come to be known as Uncle Hortense and Aunt Boopsie. Of course, their daughter, Carla, was along. She's a few months younger than I and a few months older than Roxanne.
Neither Roxanne or I had seen Carla in ages it seemed. Carla rushed over to hug us and give us a little peck on the cheek. She really looked great, sporting her dark red hair in a cute chin length bouncy style.
As soon as she had her things carried to her room, she rushed back to chat with me and Roxanne. I remember thinking that they both looked so pretty. They'd both be amongst the very best looking girls at Cornell if they had so chosen to attend school there.
We all chatted for awhile. Roxanne told us about attending Stanford University and Carla told us all about her school, Wesleyan University. They both expressed their desire to come spend a few weeks in The Hamptons with me that summer and hit the dance clubs in New York City.
Later the next morning after a shower and having breakfast, wearing only my new swim shorts, I began to wander about the big house looking for Roxanne and Carla. I was soon informed that they had saddled up a couple of horses for a ride along the beach. I decided to join them. I went to the stables and saddled up the brown thoroughbred, Yo Big Daddy, that once came in last place in the Kentucky Derby.
I rode Yo Big Daddy down the beach for quite a distance, following horse hoof prints, until I came to the end of the island. I could barely see the twitching of a horse tail from behind one of the sand dunes. So I slowed Yo Big Daddy down from a gallop to a walk and approached.
I got the mischievous idea of sneaking up on Roxanne and Carla, and jumping out to scare them. I got off Yo Big Daddy and tied the reins to a large piece of driftwood that was stuck in the sand.
I crept up ever so quietly behind the sand dune and dropped to my hands and knees. I carefully crawled up so I could get a peek at where they were.
Whoa! I froze in disbelief. There before me, I saw both Roxanne and Carla's bikinis draped over the saddles of their horses that were tied to a small scraggly pine tree. Further crawling led me to a discreet dip in the dune. From there I saw Roxanne and Carla naked in a sixty-nine position on a blanket.
Their mouths and fingers were buried into each other's crotches. They were in a wild frenzy of licking and fingering each other's pussies. I couldn't breathe as I was in total shock. Immediately my cock jumped to attention. Quite possibly the quickest that my penis has ever engorged in my life. I think the blood rushing out of my head and into my cock so fast, was why I felt slightly feint.
Truthfully, my cock was throbbing and aching like crazy from seeing my two old playmates going at it a full lesbian sixty-nine. I was so totally aroused. I'd never thought about Roxanne and Carla sexually before, especially since I'd known them all of my life.
As they continued working their tongues in each other's twats, I couldn't ignore the raging erection in my swim shorts. I slid them down my legs to my knees and started to stroke my hard cock.
I was lying slightly to one side so I could brace myself whilst watching the girls, using one arm to prop up, and work at my throbbing penis with the other. I definitely wanted to avoid getting any sand on my pecker or in my butt crack, but I wasn't going to go anywhere, not with that delightful exhibit before me.
I continued to watch them and stroke my pecker, which is, I am proud to say, rather large and thick. I think it is a very large penis for a blue blood like myself. When I was going through fraternity hazing and we had to be naked for some of the initiation rituals, I had the biggest penis of the bunch by far. Actually, most of the other guys' penises seemed really small to me.
I had been told by more than one young lady at Cornell who had been naked with me, that they thought my penis was very large. In fact, one girl from Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, said my penis would be more at a home at a public university and that I, in fact, seemed way too hung to be in the Ivy League.
Sorry that I digressed. Back to my two cousins munching out on a blanket between sand dunes.
By that time Roxanne and Carla were really frolicking, rolling from side to side, moaning and talking dirty to each other.
"Oh fuck!" I heard Carla scream. "Roxie, your the best!"
What I saw next really was mind numbing. Roxie started slowly inserting her hand into Carla's sopping wet pussy. I watched as it slithered in and disappeared. She was wrist deep into Carla's juicy snatch!
'Roxanne is fisting Carla,' I whispered under my breath. I had never seen that other than when wanking to internet porn. I was astonished. I had always thought only Canadians did that.
Carla was lying there, her legs spread wide, nearly straight out, her back arched upwards, as Roxanne pumped her pussy with her fist. While being fist pumped, Carla was squirming, moaning and fingering her clit as fast as she could.
I was stroking my hard throbbing cock as fast as I could. Sweat was beading up on my forehead and dripping down my body. Roxanne and Carla were sweaty too, both totally covered in a shiny sheen of wetness. I thought I might cum soon at this rate, and was furiously stroking away.
Just then I felt something warm and wet bump my butt. It scared the hell out of me. Before I knew it, I had jumped to my feet and screamed.
I was standing on top of the sand dune with my shorts at my ankles and my hand still on my hard erect cock. I looked down and saw Roxanne and Carla staring at me in shock.
"Larry!" screamed Roxanne.
"Larry!" screamed Carla.
"Yo Big Daddy!" I screamed.
Yo Big Daddy had pulled the drift wood out of the sand and walked up behind me, nudging me on my naked butt with his warm wet nose.
Just then, both Carla and Roxanne lowered their eyes to my engorged erect pecker.
"Larry!" screamed Roxanne.
"Larry!" screamed Carla.
Wide-eyed and astonished, they looked at each other and simultaneously yelled, "Larry!"
"Larry?" yelled Roxanne. "Is that yours?"
Red-faced and in shock, I answered, "Is what mine?"
"That cock!" yelled Carla.
Standing there with my swim shorts still around my ankles, I dipped my head and looked at my rock hard erection.
Very embarrassed, I mumbled, "Yeah."
Carla and Roxanne again looked at each other and then turned their heads toward me.
"Larry!" they both yelled.
"Get your ass down here!" yelled Roxanne.
I turned toward Yo Big Daddy who had started to trot off.
"What about Yo Big Daddy?" I asked.
"That big daddy you got sticking out is what I'm talking about," exclaimed Carla.
"Get your ass down here!" demanded Roxanne.
I again looked back toward Yo Big Daddy, who was running down the beach.
"Quit worrying about Yo Big Daddy," ordered Carla. "He's not going anywhere, this is an island."
I pulled my shorts up just enough to sheepishly walk down to my friends, my cock still erect as ever. Carla grabbed it first.
She proclaimed, "The only thing on Wesleyan's campus this size comes in plastic."
As Roxanne also grabbed my cock, she said, "Not since my night with some Stanford football players have I seen one this size."
"I never thought I'd have an encounter with a cock like this," added Carla as she and Roxanne slowly stroked my throbbing pecker.
I was standing there with my feet in the sand next to the girl's blanket, not knowing what I should do next. Just then Carla kissed the bulbous soft end of my dick. Roxanne then kissed it also.
"Mmm," moaned Roxanne, "It tastes good."
Grinning at her, Carla said, "Oh yeah." Then stuck out her tongue.
Roxanne kissed Carla's tongue and sucked it onto her mouth. They deep tongue kissed, then turned their tongues on my pulsating member.
I felt their tongues as they licked and lashed the length of my shaft, playfully flicking at the end of my cock and then swirling around its base.