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Day at the Beach
A DeeDee adventure
By: Lyrissa
The heat inside the small house was oppressive. Outside the early morning
sun was relentlessly scorching the well-trimmed lawn that separated the
house from the sidewalk and what few pedestrians that had braved the heat
wave were going around as scantily clad as they could get away with. With
a deep sigh the person living in the apartment released the blinds
through which he had been peering and they snapped shut, leaving the
small kitchen in hot, oppressive darkness. The only source of light came
from the laptop resting on the well-worn table and the cold shimmering
glow of the device cast odd shadows on the kitchen wall. The man sighed
and walked over to the fridge. He was wearing only a pair of stained
boxers and as he opened the door the cool air from the fridge soothed his
hot and sweaty skin. He almost wished he could curl up inside the fridge
for the rest of the day, but no.
He had an important appointment, and a task that needed to be finished
first.
Slamming the fridge door closed he sat down at the kitchen table and
tabbed up the text document he was so close to completing. It was a very
detailed, raunchy story about a man who disguised himself as a female
using super realistic bodysuits, and it was just a page or so away from
completion. The man squinted as his eyes got used to the dusk and he saw
that he was quickly running out of time. Quickly he swigged the remainder
of his drink (which had already grown tepid and warm in the stifling air)
and began tapping away on the keyboard. Beads of sweat poured down his
forehead as he worked, fervently adding salacious details to the exploits
of his fictional protagonist. It was a work of delicate balance to get
the right words, the right sentences, the right mood and feel. It took
him about forty minutes of frenzied typing, correction and proofreading
to arrive at a conclusion that he was somewhat happy with. Ideally he
would have wanted to send the document over to some of his online friends
for further proofreading, but there just was no time right now.
He quickly saved his work and then selected 'Upload' in his browser.
It was done. The story was finally finished. And not a moment too soon,
because at any point -
A phone started ringing in the living room of the apartment.
The writer rose from his seat and walked into the living room, which was
also cloaked in darkness from the blinds and curtains being closed.
Reaching into a pile of clothes on the sofa, he fished out a mobile which
was something of an odd fit. It was a pink-shelled smartphone, and as he
touched the display it was obvious that even the icons on it were
feminine. Pink hearts, cute animals and the background was a pinup of a
gorgeous male movie star in a distinct state of undress. Seeing the
number that was calling, the man quickly hung it up. He knew who the
caller was and he couldn't answer it now, but that probably also meant he
would get company very soon. So it was time to get ready.
He quickly rushed around his apartment, changing out posters and
decorations for much more feminine ones. It was something of a chore, but
he much preferred to spend some effort in keeping his own sense of style
than constantly live in a super-girly apartment. So used was he to this
ritual that it only took him a few minutes to completely change the look
and feel of the small apartment. Gone were the gamer posters, video game
console and laptop with dirty pictures and stories filling its HD. In
their place were romantic movies, movie posters with hunky guys in the
spotlight and cosplay crafting materials. Of course the apartment was
only a stage. The real star of the show had yet to make an appearance,
mostly since she was still drying up.
Making a final pass to make sure everything was in place, the man dashed
into his bathroom. There, suspended and dangling over the bathtub was a
rubbery, flesh-colored object, bobbing slightly back and forth from the
breeze of him entering the room. It was the empty skin of an extremely
pretty blonde girl, her beautiful face saggy and her eyeholes gaping
black voids. Despite hanging up to dry for almost a day, the skin was
still leaking some viscous fluid from its slit and rump. The man sighed
and plucked the skin down from its hanger, brushing out the messy blonde
hair a little. Flipping her over he felt a tinge of electric excitement
as his fingers rubbed the perfect, soft texture of the suit. How green
with envy would his online friends be if they knew that the subject of
their fantasies was real? The writer ran his index finger into a long
slit on the suit's back, spreading it wide. The inside of the suit were
moist and had a slight musky smell which never seemed to wash out. He
folded her messy hair over to one side and raised his leg to step in.
The embrace of the suit was always pleasant, regardless of how dirty and
used it was. Sometimes he didn't have time to wash her at all, and just
picked her up from where he left her and put her on. That was definitely
kinky, but today she would be at least clean and fresh on the outside.
Inside her it was still slightly sticky and he grunted as he wiggled his
toes into the ones of the suit. Arranging his stiff erection inside was
always a hassle, but he managed to lace it in between the tummy of the
suit and his own stomach, pressing it tight against himself. He carefully
arranged the hairless vagina of the suit between his legs and giggled a
bit as a trickle of cum followed his hand back up. Pulling the empty arms
of the suit on and concealing his rougher hands inside the smooth,
slender ones of the skin was very pleasant and he carefully arranged the
large, weighty breastforms of the suit over his own masculine chest. Then
came the trickiest part. Hoisting the empty mask of the skin up by the
sides of the seam he plunged his slightly dishevelled, stubble-chinned
face into it as if he was diving into water.
Arranging the eye holes and mouth of the mask over his own was tricky,
especially with his vision obscured, but other bits were even harder. The
suit had much smaller ears than his own, and slipping those on was always
a complicated process. He fiddled with the smooth cheeks of the suit and
brushed out the fine eyebrow hairs of the suit. With the still moist
blonde hair of the skin slung over one shoulder, he slowly began pulling
the zipper on the back up, starting right over the perfectly shaped,
well-sized ass of the skin. It closed silently and perfectly like it had
many times before, and he felt a peculiar special arousal at being slowly
and inexorably locked inside an even tighter warm, moist darkness than
the apartment. The seam closed all the way up to the nape of the neck of
the skin, and he gasped a little as he felt the pull lock in properly.
Sliding his fingers down the seam, he gently tugged a thin fold of skin
over the zipper, hiding it utterly. Only a very small bump at the neck
gave any indication that there was something there, and that was soon
gone from view as well as he draped the long blonde hair back down across
his shoulders like a waterfall of gold.
He strode over to the bathroom cabinet and flipped the mirrored door
open, picking out a small plastic case from inside. From within he
produced two bright blue contact lenses which he slipped onto his own
eyes with a trained hand. Blinking to adjust, he closed the door again to
peer into the mirror. Looking back was a strikingly beautiful young woman
with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had a sizeable bosom
topped by a pair of stiff nipples and a lovely hourglass body covered in
smooth, slightly tanned skin. She looked like a bit of a bimbo, and the
writer smiled back at his reflection. Slipping a pointy-nailed finger in
between the warm folds of the skin's slit, he cooed a little in
anticipation.
DeeDee was back.
"Oh gosh," she said out loud, "why'z it so dark in here, sheesh!"
Swaying out into the living room without a single care that she was
totally naked and still dripping a little from her rump and groin, DeeDee
walked around and opened every blind and curtain of the apartment. She
even opened the kitchen window a bit to air out the thick air which still
smelled a bit of male arousal. Shaking her head DeeDee walked over to
check her mobile, and as expected there were something like six texts
from Jeff who seemed very eager to see her. The last one said that he was
heading to her house, and the blonde giggled happily.
"I got ready just in time!" she chirped, blinking her big blue eyes.
Outside the window an older woman who lived a few blocks down the street
had stopped and stared in incensed fascination at the nude bimbo texting
back to her boyfriend without a care in the world. The woman mumbled
under her breath and tried to get DeeDee's attention to show her just how
improper she was at the moment, but the young woman totally ignored her.
After a while the old woman stomped off, promising herself to call the
police on this exhibitionistic young slut. Back in her kitchen DeeDee let
herself drop character for a moment and grinned. She liked taunting that
old crone and knew she would never dare to actually press any charges.
Jeff's return text beeped onto her smartphone at that moment and informed
her that he was arriving soon, and DeeDee's face once more resumed its
airheaded smile.
She wandered into her bedroom and opened the large closet to rummage
around inside. She threw several different swimsuits onto the floor as
she tried each and found them unsuitable or unappealing. Slipping into
character as DeeDee always took a little while, and the ditzy blonde did
her best to come up with the dumbest reason for discarding each garment.
Too small, too big, too unflattering, wrong color, right color but not
right cut... a small pile of swimwear assembled on the soft carpet at
DeeDee's feet. Then she finally found just what she was looking for. She
slipped into a red string bikini, aligning the thin strip of cloth
between her legs to cover her still moist slit. Her perky nipples poked
through the material of the top, and DeeDee cooed a little as she
squished her breasts together. She pulled on a pair of cutoff denim
shorts over the bikini bottom and slipped her feet into a pair of flip-
flops, then skipped back into the bathroom. Arranging her hair a little
she slipped a pair of expensive brand sunglasses on top of her head,
quickly applied some makeup to her delectable face and made sure she was
ready. Slipping on a pair of simple bracelets and a small ankle bracelet
made from beads, DeeDee felt she was ready to go. And just at that moment
the doorbell to her apartment buzzed angrily.
"Time to shine!" she giggled, blowing a kiss to herself in the mirror.
She grabbed her purse and cell phone on the way out and quickly unlocked
and unbolted the door to be met by a young man nearly tackling her as he
embraced and kissed her.
"Geeze Jeff quit it!" she said with a giggle. "You're ruining my makeup!"
"That's okay babe, you're way cuter au natural," said Jeff with a grin.
If you only knew, DeeDee thought. Beauty is sometimes only skin deep.
"You ready to go, babe?" Jeff said, gently squeezing DeeDee's ample rump
as she swayed out onto the porch.
"Fer sure, stud," the blonde said and headed over towards Jeff's slick
convertible which was parked on the guest driveway. Her flip-flop sandals
almost seethed when the rubber hit the hot asphalt of the parking lot,
and Jeff followed her at a slight jog. She took in his rugged good looks
as he jumped into his car without opening the door like the big goofy
show-off he was. His square jaw, his slicked-back dark brown hair, his
soulful brown eyes, his nicely muscled but not bulky body... all made
DeeDee feel slightly moist and she felt a deep throbbing against her
tummy... or perhaps rather inside her tummy. She had a flashback to last
night as she wiggled into the passenger seat, whimpering a bit as the hot
leather seared against her thighs. She remembered an even hotter passion
between them as Jeff penetrated her in the cool, soothing dark of the
last evening and swallowed a bit.
"It'll get better once we get driving," Jeff said as he rolled the car
out of the driveway, and indeed it did. Soon the warm California breeze
was whipping away the stale, smothering heat and DeeDee found herself
singing along to the song on the radio as they rolled down the street
towards the distant, glimmering band the shore. "We're meeting Kyle
there," Jeff said. "He's still down and I figured he could use something
to perk him up."
DeeDee fondly remembered Jeff's brother from before, slightly less fit
than Jeff was but still very cute. Kyle had recently been in a very bad
breakup with his long-time girlfriend, and Jeff was doing everything to
console his sibling and make him return to normal life. This was the
first time Kyle seemed to have agreed to the idea. And speaking of
ideas, DeeDee suddenly had one, a very dark, naughty and forbidden idea.
It seemed perfect, although perhaps that was the fake bimbo personality
talking.
"Honey?" DeeDee began.
"Yeah?"
"I think we should do something really nice for Kyle, babe."
"Yeah, I agree. What'd you have in mind, baby?"
DeeDee leaned over and whispered it in his ear, unable to stop herself
from breaking into giggles.
Jeff blushed a deep scarlet, but DeeDee noticed from the sudden tent in
his pants that he wasn't totally against it.
***
"I had my doubts... bro..." Kyle grunted. "But I gotta admit... this was
a great idea."
"Yeah!" Jeff said with a deep sigh. "R-really... great... doing stuff
together."
DeeDee couldn't respond to either brother, as she was too busy
deepthroating Kyle as Jeff pounded her from behind. She was down on all
fours being rocked back and forth by the two brothers thrusting
rhythmically into her and she reciprocated as much as she could, leaning
into each push and each thrust lustfully. The brothers had their hands
firmly planted on DeeDee's sweat-soaked body, holding her down firmly
while they worked. It had taken some convincing to get Kyle to see the
beauty of this idea, with DeeDee doing most of the talking, but there was
no arguing with the end result. Kyle seemed very very happy during their
little threesome, and Jeff did too, if his screams of excitement and
encouragement were any indicator.
"I di-didn't know she was so... so..." Kyle said, gritting his teeth to
avoid cumming.
"Open? Yeah, that's my girl. That's my DeeDee," Jeff said, smiling. He
gently swatted DeeDee's big rump, making her clench down on his member.
DeeDee, on her end, was enjoying this immensely. Right now she was fully
embracing her bimbo persona, loving the idea of being the fucktoy of the
two brothers. Beneath that she was also happy to do Kyle a favour and
break him out of his dark mood a little. And beneath that she also loved
the kinky situation she was in, with neither of her partners knowing just
who they were fucking. It was just like one of her stories, actually it
was even better. She slurped down on Kyle's thick meat as she continued
to sensuously lick his glans when it thrust into her mouth and realized
she was pretty darn happy with life. Only the dilapidated walls of a
ruined old fortification separated the trio from the peering eyes of
other beach guests, but that only added to the kinkiness of their tryst.
The fact that they could be caught in the act by anyone wandering up the
small hill from the public beach and then following the grunting was
deliciously bad and horrible and utterly arousing.
"Now... f-finish..." Jeff grunted and thrust deep into DeeDee's inner
depths.
DeeDee could barely contain herself. The thick, veined member of Jeff
going deep into her butt and the somewhat smaller but still rock hard
dick of Kyle brushing against the back of her mouth both worked her up to
the point where she could barely keep herself under control. She loved
the feeling of being used like this, of being a happy-go-lucky sex toy
who willingly jumped into a threesome with her man and his brother. She
loved being a kinky bitch willing to have sex in public. And most of all
she loved her soft, curvaceous body, the blonde locks now matted by sweat
and sand, the clear blue eyes, the pendulous breasts dangling freely as
she gyrated under the attention of her two men... it was perfect, and
even though the sun still beat down as savagely on them as it had before
she didn't mind.
"F-fuck I c-can-" Kyle uttered.
She could feel the build-up in both men just by how their thrusting
suddenly froze and how their manhoods twitched inside of her. The salty
precum was already trickling down her cheeks from the edges of her mouth
and down her thick thighs from the rim of her ass. Suddenly a hot,
ferocious torrent of steaming seed shot into her mouth from Kyle, and a
few seconds later Jeff allowed himself to do the same in her rear. DeeDee
drowned in a sea of rosy ecstasy as both boys emptied themselves without
any remorse into her, and she slurped down as much of the seed as she
could. Wave after wave of cum filled her to the point where she felt like
the suit would come loose from the body beneath and bloat under the
onslaught. She took in everything she could, making sure that her lips
and rump clamped down on each man's member as much as she possibly could.
She wanted this to be special.
Kyle and Jeff slowly lost their sexual momentum as their orgasms
subsided, and less and less of their juices poured into the blonde girl's
waiting and eager holes. After what felt like a century of conjoined
pleasure, Kyle slowly pulled his slackening member out of DeeDee's mouth,
leaving a trail of clear cum connecting the tip of his glans and her
shiny lips. Jeff pulled out a little afterwards which caused a good deal
of his seed to pour back out and down his and DeeDee's legs. She panted
heavily as she caught her breath, but did manage to give Kyle a winning
smile and swallow a little more of his juices right before his eyes.
Despite his exhaustion, she could tell he loved it from his reaction.
"I... uh. I dunno w-what to say..." Kyle said with an insecure stammer.
"Don't say anything, cutie," DeeDee said. "It was my pleasure!"
As the brothers recovered, DeeDee got to her feet with a bit of a wobble
and swayed over to where they had discarded their swimwear. She picked
out her bikini and wiggled back into it, watching as Jeff and Kyle sat
back against the coarse wall of the old building, wide-legged and
stroking their slackening shafts a little.
"Well?" DeeDee demanded. "Don't just sit there, sillies. We still need to
get some swimming done! I can't wait to get soaked!"
"...you're already soaked, babe," Jeff said with a grin, pointing at the
seed trickling down DeeDee's legs into the cracked cobblestones.
"I meant in the ocean, silly billy!" DeeDee said undeterred as she
slipped back into her shorts and sandals and tried in vain to arrange her
now terminally messy hair. "Darn I think I broke a nail," she said with a
pout.
"We'll fix it, babe," Jeff said as he stood up a bit unsteadily,
supporting himself on the brickwork. "How about I get you guys some
icecream now? I dunno about you, but I'm so hot you could fry an egg on
my stomach."
"You sure are!" DeeDee said with a predatory grin. And so am I, she
thought to herself. She was now very eager to get home and get the skin
off so she could indulge herself a bit in her true identity. But that
would have to wait. "Race you slowpokes to the ice cream pavilion!" she
suddenly said and jogged out of the ruined building and down the hill.
Jeff and Kyle stared at each other in amused confusion, then raced over
and struggled to get into their swimming trunks so they could pursue
their lovely golden-haired partner. As the trio continued down the beach,
DeeDee thought to herself that this kind of heat wasn't really that bad.
All you needed were the right people to share being hot and sticky with.
- End -
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