Strip o gram from a God

Strip o gram from a God Strip o gram from a God

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Sunshine n sand.

Summary

Sunshine n sand.

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Submitted: July 28, 2011

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Submitted: July 28, 2011

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Today was my birthday so I went down to wreck beach to get a little dose of vitamin D on my pink tushy. I bought a few vodka coolers from a sun dried nymphette with a mohawk monkey duster, and had a couple of puffs on a mind bender. The sun was blazing so I lied down with my buns up for browning. The wind and the tides had the waves doin that óld rythmic voodoo beat. I'm baked and I'm baking when I hear the roar of a dozen seadoos makin a landing on the beach. Followed by the voices of half a dozen Ms. southern congeniality type gals. I rolled over and stood up. I was sweating so much that sand had coated my body like a rump roast rolled in bread crumps. My dusted winkler looked like a two day old shake n bake coctail sausage. Finally I got a focus on the seadoo fleet. It's some kind of bikini video shoot. Right out ofthe pages of SI.

So there I am totally cooked inside and out, standin there wipen the sand off my face, when my fuzzy winkler starts to wink. At this point I'm the only naked guy on that part of the beach. This gal wearing a dayglo micro mini heads right towards to me. The most perfect bobblers that squinting eyes could could ever hope to behold, truly D flawless. She says , HEY THIS IS A NUDE BEACH" and right before my poppin peepers, no more further away than the length of a blind man's cane, she releases those golden orbs like a pair ripened cantalopes. Ï gotta pee. she says. She looks at me lookin at those fleshpot dream weavers, and I'm lookin at her lookin at my old twitching winkler, which is surrounded by the peppered stubble of a four day old Brazillian. A couple more beach bunny's start strippin down and they all run over lookin for a private place to squat. They're all bobblin and bouncin.

"There's a couple of porta pottys over by the stairs " I says. Öh thanks! They say, like it was my house or something. Some guy hollers for themto hurry up, and the girls all bounded off to the loo. Next thing ya know the guys are revin up the seadoos and they all head off into the glare at the heart of the sun. The nymphette with the monkey duster swings by and I down another spritzer before turn n buns up and burrying the old fuzzy winkler in the hot sand for another dose of D.

It was likea B Day strip agram from God.


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