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This is the second in my Bikini Beach series. The good news is there
are at least 5 more such stories in my head. The really good news
is that I'm writing easily again :)
Enjoy. And please comment...
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Bikini Beach: Initiation Rites
by Elrod W
Allen sighed as he drove slowly away from the beach. No luck -
in fact, he'd almost had his face smashed by a few boyfriends.
And his task wasn't that difficult! Find a girl or two to serve as
hostesses for the Gamma Delta party tonight. But so far, he'd
struck out totally.
He banged his fist on his steering wheel as he sat waiting for a
green light. How was he ever going to find a girl or two?
Especially one who met the approval of his future fraternity
brothers? And if he didn't find a suitable hostess, his chances of
joining the fraternity were zero.
He glanced down, at the piece of brightly printed cardstock
wedged into his dashboard. A guest pass for Bikini Beach. Allen
frowned. One of his future fraternity brothers had given him the
pass, saying that it was the easiest way to pick up girls. But Allen
had been determined to do it his own way, without using the pass.
He stared at the pass for several seconds, then bit his lip. If he
didn't find a girl soon, he'd run out of time, and lose his chance to
join. Allen sighed, then picked up the pass and looked more
closely at it.
The pass had a montage of pictures - young women playing
volleyball on a beach, young women sunning, a young woman
riding a tube down a water slide, young women in a wave pool.
All young women. All very attractive. All wearing skimpy bikinis.
"Bikini Beach. The newest concept in waterparks, designed with
young ladies in mind." Advertising copy. He looked closer, at
some of the finer print. "Bikini Beach is a private park.
Membership or valid guess pass required for admittance." Allen's
eyebrows raised. If the girls were half as good as the advertising,
this place should yield some beauties. And he should be able to
talk at least one of them into going to the party with him. He
turned over the pass, looking for additional information. All he
saw were lines of fine print and a magnetic stripe. No map. Allen
tucked the pass into his shirt pocket and decided it was his
salvation.
The parking lot was crowded, which struck Allen as a good sign.
He pulled his car into an empty slot and glanced toward the
entrance. But all he could see was the entrance booth and a high
privacy fence. He walked quickly across the hot asphalt toward
the booth, carrying a towel and his bathing suit.
It should have struck Allen as strange that there were only women
in the admission line. And perhaps, if he'd been less distracted
by the lovely girls, it would have. But he didn't seem to notice.
All he noticed was that the girls were smiling at him. And the line
was moving very quickly. Within moments, he was standing at
the booth.
"Your pass," a stern-looking matron demanded, frowning from the
booth at him.
Allen was surprised by the older woman's tone. He fished the
pass from his pocket and gave it to the woman. She looked it
over carefully, then swiped it through a card reader. The woman
pointed over her shoulder. "The men's changing room is over
there. And shower prior to entering the facility." She dismissed
him as he ambled off toward the changing room.
Allen might have been concerned when he saw how small the
men's facilities were compared to the women's. But he didn't
notice. He just changed, then stepped into the shower, like the
old woman had ordered. Allen was immediately struck the the
warmth of the water, and how it seemed to make his whole body
tingle. Steam rose in the shower stall - a strange foggy steam
with a very faint tinge of pink - while Allen rinsed himself,
enjoying the invigorating sensations.
Allen threw back his shoulders, sticking his chest out to impress
the girls. He thought something felt a little odd, but he didn't pay
attention to it. As he marched out of the door, he felt disoriented,
like his balance was off, and he was walking funny. But again, he
dismissed the thoughts.
Allen turned the corner out of the changing room, and almost ran
into the matron. He pulled up short, a little off balance.
"You know I don't permit that sort of thing in my park," the old
woman said, frowning. "The rules are posted."
Allen frowned. What was she talking about. In answer, the
woman grabbed him by the shoulders, and turned him. Toward a
mirror. Allen gasped in shock. The old woman was holding - a
girl! A young, well-endowed girl! And topless - showing off her
very large bosom. But that was impossible! He could feel the
woman grasping his shoulders tightly.
Allen opened his mouth, and saw the girl in the mirror do the
same. He raised his hand, and the girl aped his movements.
"What the hell?" he asked, surprising himself with the husky
contralto voice coming from his mouth. He stared at the girl,
seeing her stare back at him. She was rather tall - maybe 5 foot
8, and quite well proportioned. Long sexy legs. Nice round hips,
narrow waist, very generous boobs. Long brunette hair falling off
her shoulders, nice pouty lips, high cheeks, and soft brown eyes.
Allen was taken with the beauty of the girl - except that,
apparently, she was him!
"You didn't read the fine print, did you?" the old woman said with
a sneer. "This is a private water park - for girls! If you are going
to take advantage of our facilities, you have to be one!" She
pulled a bikini top from seemingly nowhere. "Put this on."
Allen looked down, his hands automatically taking the piece of
female swimwear from the woman. "But..."
The woman frowned at him. "Put it on." Allen gulped at the
seriousness of her tone, and hastened to comply. "Now, you are
wondering how this happened? The shower magically transforms
you into a young lady so you can use the park."
"I'm leaving, then," Allen started to turn back toward the changing
room.
The old woman grasped his arm, almost painfully. Allen winced.
"Not so fast, young woman. You are stuck with this body for the
next twelve hours. Even if you leave."
Allen felt his heart sink. No party. No hostess. No fraternity
membership. But then he braced himself, feeling the unusual
swaying of the massive boobs on his chest, and decided maybe
he could make the best of it. Maybe he could still find a girl to go
to the party as hostess. In fact, it might even be easier, since
he was now just 'one of the girls'.
**********
With mixed emotions, Allen pulled on her sandals. This was one
hell of a good water park, and she'd had lots of fun. But she
didn't have a hostess for the party. All the girls seemed to have
heard of the Gamma Delta parties - and wanted nothing to do
with them. And with no hostess, she was never going to be
invited to join.
As she walked slowly across the parking lot, an idea took root.
Maybe Allen couldn't show up, but there was no reason he
couldn't provide a hostess. In this girl's body, he was more than
acceptable. And if she told all the guys that Allen had invited her,
but had gotten sick at the last minute, maybe they'd buy it. He
could still wangle entrance to the fraternity out of this.
**********
Allie - as she decided to call herself, pulled her car up in front of
the Gamma Delta fraternity house. It was kind of early, but some
guests were already showing up. She marched up to the front
door and rang the bell.
The door silently opened before Allie could chicken out. "Yes?"
His eyes widened as he took in Allie's figure. It was Jim, the
pledge captain.
Allie felt herself blushing. "Allen asked me to help be a hostess
at your party tonight?" she said uneasily.
Jim opened the door and stood aside. "Oh, yes. Come on in."
He closed the door behind her. "Are you his girlfriend?"
Allie shook her head. "No, just a friend."
She couldn't miss the gleam in Jim's eye. "Where is Allen? Is
he behind you?"
Allie smiled pleasantly. "No, he got sick. I think it's the flu or
something. He really didn't look too good. But I said I'd still help
him out." The excuse was rushed, and sounded lame.
"Oh, too bad!" Jim said, feigning concern. "Let me get you a
drink, and then I'll show you what you'll be doing."
What Allie turned out to be doing was serving drinks. In a French
maid's outfit. With a very high skirt, exposing her long legs, and
a very low cut blouse, exposing vast quantities of cleavage. As
the night wore on, Allie started to feel a little light-headed.
Allie knew something was wrong when one of the guys pinched
her bottom, and she giggled! She tried to convince herself that
she was just role-playing, but this seemed to be going a bit far.
And, for some reason, she found herself feeling tingly - in her
crotch. She tried to convince herself it was an artifact of being
changed into this body. But one corner of her mind was filled with
fear - fear that she was actually enjoying being a she! And having
guys hit on her!
One of the guys slipped up behind her and slid his arm around
her body, brazenly cupping her boob. Allie wanted to turn,
shocked at his behavior and ready to slap him, but she found the
caressing far too enjoyable. In her mind, she knew she should
stop the guy, but the pleasure radiating outward from her nipples
was just too enticing. She found herself unable to say no. All she
wanted was for the pleasure to continue. And, to her surprise,
she found her crotch getting warm and moist. She knew, beyond
a doubt, that she wanted more. Much more.
"You like this?" the guy asked, moving his free hand to her other
boob.
Allie revelled in the pleasant touch on her breasts. "Umm, hmm,"
she moaned softly. Her hips were starting to sway of their own
accord. She knew she was very horny. What fear had been there
had long since been driven out by carnal lust.
"You want more?"
Allie's eyes drifted shut. "Oh, yes, please!"
The guy grinned at his fraternity brothers, then took Allie's hand
and led her out of the room. After a few scream-punctuated
minutes, the guy came back, with an even larger grin. And Allie
swayed into the room, her hair disheveled. Another of the
fraternity guys walked up to her and ripped the blouse open,
exposing her generous bosom. She smiled, and thrust her chest
up and out, accentuating her now-swaying boobs, dislpaying them
to the room of horny frat brothers. A warm tongue brought new
pleasure to Allie. Without a thought of modesty, she obediently
turned and bent over, pointing her pert little ass at the guy,
devoid of her panties, blatantly inviting him to fuck her. With
a broad grin, the guy unzipped his pants and dropped them around
his ankles, then pulled Allie back into his crotch, his stiff rod
rubbing against her moist cunt as she swayed and moaned in
pleasure. She eagerly reached between her legs and guided the
engorged organ into her waiting love box.
As she rocked back and forth, keeping time with the guys thrusts,
another guy walked in front of her and unzipped his pants,
exposing his erect member. Hungrily, Allie began to kiss and lick
the aroused dick, then took it into her mouth, eager to give
pleasure to its owner, while a gathering crowd of the fraternity
brothers cheered and argued for turns at their `servant'.
**********
Allen woke up late in the afternoon, his head feeling woozy. He
tried to shake it to clear the cobwebs, but that made it pound all
the worse. As he swung his legs out of his bed, he felt dazed.
"Ah, I see you're among the living."
Allen turned slowly, and saw his roommate sitting on the couch,
watching TV. "What time is it?"
"Three, three-thirty." The roommate took a sip of beer. "You
missed a hell of a game. The Irish whooped on Michigan."
Allen tried to shake his head, but it hurt. "Oww!" He glanced at
the clock. "Why didn't you get me up?"
The roommate scowled. "Man, you were puking your guts out all
yesterday evening. I figured you needed some sleep." He shook
his head. "I sure hope it was some bad food or something. If
it was some kind of flu, I sure as shit hope I don't catch it."
"I don't remember anything about yesterday." Allen stood up
slowly. His head was still spinning - a little bit.
"Oh, shit!" he suddenly declared. "The Gamma Delta party!" He
looked panicked. "I was supposed to get a hostess for last night!"
He cursed under his breath. "And I blew it! I'll never get in!"
The roommate guided Allen to the couch and pushed him down,
then grabbed a pitcher of juice from their refrigerator and poured
a glass. He handed it to Allen, who took it very gingerly. "See if
you can keep that down." He stepped back, just in case. After
Allen drank the juice, and managed to not throw up, the roommate
refilled his glass. "You don't remember anything from yesterday,
do you?"
Allen screwed up his face in thought, then shook his head, albeit
slowly. "No. Nothing." He looked up at his roommate, confused.
"Just a really weird dream." He frowned. "I couldn't find a girl
for the party, so I somehow changed into a babe, then went and
fucked the whole GD house."
The roommate stared for a second, then roared with laughter.
"Talk about going to extremes to join!" He wiped a tear from his
eye. "I knew you wanted to be a GD, but not that bad!"
The knock at the door interrupted the roommates laughter. It was
Jim, the pledge captain from the Gamma Delta fraternity. He glanced
at Allen, and smiled. "Good to see you feeling a bit better."
Allen stood weakly, smiling. "Sorry about the hostess for the
party," he apologized, hoping he could beg forgiveness for his
gaffe.
Jim grinned broadly. "I don't know where you found her, but
she was really a knockout! And a regular minx, too! She must
have fucked and sucked every guy two or three times!" He
slapped Allen on the back. "Great work."
Allen looked confused. "I don't remember anything."
Jim looked at Allen like he was putting him on, then at
his roommate. "She said you weren't feeling good. I guess
she wasn't kidding." He shrugged. "She said you picked her up
at Bikini Beach, and she came on her own as a favor to you
because you were sick." He smiled again, then grasped Allen's
hand and pumped it warmly. "I just wanted to congratulate you -
the committee has approved you for membership. You're a
Gamma."
With a still-dazed look on his face, Allen accepted his
congratulations while he wondered precisely what he'd managed
to do.
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EPILOGUE
Allen pulled the girl firmly onto his swollen dick as he thrust into
her from behind. She wore a French maid's outfit, though it was
lacking panties now, and she was ever so willing to serve the
guys in any way they wanted. And she was quite a looker, too!
Carol? Was that what she'd said her name was? A friend of
Carl, one of their freshmen applicants. It had been his job to get
a hostess for the night, and from looking at Carol, he'd
succeeded. But for some reason, Carl wasn't feeling too well - at
least that's what Carol had reported. He'd be missed - especially
since Carol turned out to be such a fuck machine! It was a good
thing that he'd managed to find her at Bikini Beach.
Allen felt the excitement building, and with a final thrust, he felt
his dick stiffen and begin to pulse, spewing its load into the hot
wet cunt of the hostess. And suddenly, as the orgasm overtook
him, Allen realized the awful truth. It hadn't been a dream last
year, when it had been his turn to get a hostess. It had been real,
and he'd been fucked by his frat brothers, just like Carl - now
Carol - was being fucked by him. He'd actually been changed by
that strange place called Bikini Beach into a hot little serving girl,
with a specialty of sex for the GD fraternity.
(the end)
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