Brittany is a secondary character in the novel
DP in the dunes
Brittany was trying to relax. Finally, the wedding reception hit the fun part. The part where singles flirt and grope as the alcohol across the open bar takes its toll on standard inhibitions late in the night.
The formalities were well over. The bride, no virgin herself, had jam-packed handfuls of her elder brother Max's butt gripped tightly on the dance floor.
Brit smirked. It took Sandy a while, but Max, the non-committed, had committed long-term. His short-term commitment couldn't be questioned, and dirty dancing quickly descended to filth.
Brit thought, sheez, Max, had screwed Sandra for three years. What surprises have you left for your wedding night? Butting fucking, no, Sandy had already shared her delight in that one with all the girls unashamedly at her hen's night.
Brit looked around the surf club venue.
Ruby was face-snogging her man of the night.
Brit was unattached for a minute. Her date was at the bar, and there was too much free booze, but she would fix that quickly.
Passing Ruby dancing, she said, "You've got the same idea as me, cutie —finding a cock attached to a wallet."
Brit wasn't overly serious about finding an investment banker or a broker—being well-hung was a better requirement.
Brittany was between men, and the thought crossed her mind that the best way to move on was probably between two men that night. And where better than a wedding for a no-strings hook-up.
She was aware participating in a double penetration was a male fantasy. Still, when it came to it, they were more likely to be coy and not admit having done the deed.
The two single guys with a few drinks in themselves were checking out any possibly desperate or adventurous single or tipsy attached girl who just might fall off the relationship edge tonight and have unplanned casual sex.
The basic male cruising the room with their eyes for opportunistic uncommitted sex. It was about to be overtaken by female predatory sex. Brit had made her decision; she had passed from sharking a man to being a piranha; she was a sexual cannibal on the loose.
She was walking fem-liquid, ready between her legs.
Nothing a guy could pick up.
A guy accidentally gets a randy boner in public or with a really hot girl on the dance floor or at the beach, and everyone knows, including the girl of his interest.
Brittany was having filthy, disgusting, girly thoughts long before she was seated at the bar next to Tony and Max. Ironic - the name Max- it was her brothers!
She was leaking, seeping fem-cum, her panties — wet, from just thinking about what she intended to do.
The blonde was ten minutes ahead of these two guys already. Fuck they had no idea what she had premeditated. If they had known, the time frame would have been maximum — male fast forward.
Tony and Max were hanging a bit tight. They were friends of the groom. But hadn't arranged suitable partners for the wedding. Tony was Max's best man. Max was a more recent friend through Tony's workplace.
They were going to get drunk fast or cut the joint and head for a strip club or whore house.
Brit was at the bar with them. Her curled blonde locks were stunning. It was wrong that she was alone, anywhere. She was simply attractive and flirting easily with two guys at once. Her own date was nowhere in sight.
These two fresh pieces of meat were lost in her wavy hair and dazzling green dress.
Max had to ask, though, to be sure: "Are you here … at the wedding alone…Brit?"
A simple wink. She had ditched her wedding partner so quickly.
She scanned the dance floor.
Ruby danced close, too close with her new boyfriend.
Brit only had double intent now.
She wondered about Ruby and double boy delight!
Compelled by her need to find out…to do this at least once…and decide …was it her…Brit always believed she could take from sex and leave from sex.
Like that tart, Ruby — grab a dude by the balls — Brit was determined not to go home fuckless from a wedding.
Though weddings weren't about singles — yet singles use any gathering to find a partner …short term …sex in the next ten minutes …or long term…you never knew.
It was time to test the best man and see if he was the best man for her assignment.
Some whispered indecent suggestions in their ears — in turn.
"The beach, now! Sex in the dunes!"
Did their eyes light up.
They were tempered slightly when they saw their mate's eyes on the same prize that had already been secured.
The rendezvous — the dunes just behind the surf club in the next few minutes.
Brit was sly, especially with fucking Ruby still here. They weren't just walking out as a groping group. She left first and made her way towards a side exit.
'Oh fuck !' she mouthed.
Ruby was pashing just outside the doorway with the current male. Never saw the girl with the same guy!
Another exit. Yes, further away…calm down…this is going to happen. Christ girl, Brit said to herself — once you are doubled cocked, where's your frickin dignity then, yet you are so worried about your reputation right now.
These two dudes look okay…excited and out of their depth. Let's find out… likely novices at this…just like you. You just have the exterior confidence—internally, you're jelly.
There was light. Moonlight and a reflected glow from inside and around the surf club.
The dunes were far enough away. The noise wouldn't carry.
The beat of the music from inside the venue dominated even outside.
A minute or two to wait.
Plan a bit more.
Max arrived.
He was a little unsure of himself. He was standing just away from Brit, waiting for Tony.
She thought, just get it started.
Don't overthink this.
It could get awkward.
Let bodies join.
Brit was close to Max.
Once her tongue was in his mouth, he relaxed. He didn't have to say anything polite or smutty rude to get them both into the mood.
Brit was in the zone.
He just had to join her.
Uncomplicated — Max, like any male, could cope with that. It was basic foreplay. Hot, frenzied kissing. Hot mutual crotch feeling. Max had sensed this chick was hot. Now he knew she was very hot.
Foreplay was fun, it was exciting, it was perpetually building, it was a flow of sexual energy released, deliciously starling kinky, the need, the need dominating, the need all compelling — the lead-in was building.
Max fingered her wetness under her dress, taking in the moisture clot on her panties. Her knickers were close to needing wringing.
She was burning for this. Silky viscous gummy flesh and matted bushy pubes. A male's touch delight.
Brit paused only to remove a very tasteful, expensive mint green dress. She knew her fucking allure colour.
A cum stained gown wasn't how she saw her re-entry to the club later. Her lingerie was citrus orange. A cute little bow where the breast cups met.
Both her bra and high-cut panties edged in delicate lace.
Max was engaged now. A tad fast.
Brit slowed him down. His tux would have to lie on the sand — a beach towel for her dress.
A small price to pay for the delight shaping his way.
He may want his pants off too — practical Brit said, "You'll need them cum free. A jizzed look might gain too many stares."
Max was in his boxers.
Brit's bra and panties were now atop her dress.
Max had one of the fastest boners in his life.
The buxom lass had the full bush.
He was lost for words. It was natural blonde, it was beautiful, it was over full, he just wanted it, to touch it again — now freed from panties, au naturale and then cock it.
Tony was behind her — naked.
A pleasant surprise.
Brit felt his cock erect and rubbing between the crease of her butt cheeks. Shit, it felt great.
Max was fingering her sopping wetness. Then fondled her breasts.
Tony got his hand onto her wetness, too, dragging her moisture back across her so sensitive perineum to her crack knot.
He was working a finger steadily in deeper. He withdrew to gather more of her wetness and then went the indecent two-finger probe in her tushie.
Her buckling moan indicated this was nice, nice in a filthy sense of nice.
"Ugh! Ooh! Ooh!" she cooed.
Max realised it was escalating quickly; he inserted two fingers deep into her sodden slutty mushy fissure.
It was silky smooth, yet muscle tensed, flexible, taut. Wet and slippery, yet completely gripping. Unsure what she could handle or wanted, he gave her a fast, vigorous finger fuck.
Brit was nearly delirious with delight. Two fingers expanded forward, and two fingers were intensifying tightness at her back end. The double sensation was so close together.
It was the closeness, the nearness, that built the taboo of delight; her arse and pussy were partners in joy, co-workers in immediate blissful sensation.
Then she realised it was a collaboration. Her arse and cunt were her own true fuckbuddies, their needs different, but conspirators here in multiplying delight.
They were a de facto couple, accomplices in the required deed of intense orgasm manufacture. Her sweet pair.
"Mmm, mmm," in complete touch appreciation.
The pre-main game entertainment was over — there was the compelling rush to fuck — just fuck, be fucked — slutty whorish abandoned fucking!
Finding out if this was the sexual apotheosis of being — the wham-bam double —or was it just a shitty awkward porn myth?
An ungainly exercise of male wanking fantasy, or was it the female crème of life — both holes serviced as one?
Brit knew the separate delights —she was now willing to embrace twin bliss.
Rite or taboo — what self wants and what self can cope with later —the fine line between degradation and life knowledge and pure, normally unattainable extended sexual euphoria.
To be double dipped — front and back — by one cock…yes, different but not exceptional…was it human to want two cocks at once?
Humans explore and push the boundaries of self.
Brittany had to know…one way or another — if she was missing something — unless she tried!
What was the attraction?
In part, it was participating in the fantasy of male domination, two males in control of you — your absolute slut moment in life.
She was hiding the truth; it was mostly for herself; she wanted absolute female body liberation. The ultimate pleasure combination.
There is pleasure, there is a double pleasure, there is a guilty pleasure, and there is double guilty pleasure.
Brit only had the last in mind.
Not only in her mind but in her body, too.
She was pinned between them, standing.
Tony took her arse first. Christ, it was good.
"Ughh!"
Her butt was stretched but tightly relaxed. He was easing in and out comfortably. Pleasure snared in her arse. Trapped by her clenching. Enticed deeper, tempted to thrust, provoked to insane, steadily mounting joy by her sweet clamping.
Max was still fingering, stretching her cunt lustfully.
Then Max was inside her, too.
"Sweet Jesus!" she moaned.
Followed by, "Orrgh! Oof! Oof! Raah! Uuh! Uuh!"
He was easily sliding but gripped perfectly.
Her perineum felt like it was collapsing, but it held, held cocks apart, but nearly together.
The depth of the double sensation was intensely startling —anal first —then vaginal.
Intense —separate pleasures — then mixed.
Brit couldn't separate sensation; it was intoxicating…blended as fucking incredible pleasure…then divided delight…spikes of pleasure uneven and jagged.
"Ughh! Ugghh! OOhh-oohhh!" she groaned.
A spasm from her coochie, a tingle from her butthole.
Pleasure swirling —unpredictable —a whirlpool in her innards.
More volatile by the second…expecting it in her arse, but her pussy giving more. Expecting it again from her ecstatic cunt, her back crack gave shards of pleasure that spurred wildly through her buttocks, her womb, her cunt and her thighs.
"Aagghh!"
Brit embraced the fem-filled experience.
A pang for a second …the mind flash of lost opportunity… her moaning mouth… cockless.
The greedy thought of the missing third pecker.
Brit found a rhythm, and so did the two overly excited guys; it was triple excitement.
Everything heightened…everything deeper…everything more sustained—like a hallucinogenic high — she knew she would cum explosively.
Release rising!
Release craved!
Release demanded!
"Oh fuck…oh god…oh my…aahh …aahh …ooh yes, yes…yes…ahhhh—" trailing off into the night and joining the incoming rock-smashing tide.
Brit orgasmed like the starting grid of a grand prix event.
The heat is there in the engine, and the revs of delight are up. It explodes with a searing, speedy pace — lost in a haze of racing delight pulsating through your body faster than a Formula One driver changes his gears.
The notch of bliss reaches a crescendo like the sound of multiple roaring engines; this is magical orgasm territory, as in — the fatally addictive divine orgasm!
A high-octane orgasm, the search will be on forever in life to rekindle or copy this orgasm.
Her climax delivers — delivers more, and consumes her being —Brit feels light, so light — then so heavy — so heavy— released from herself as never sensed before.
Her mind swims unfixed.
"Oh fuck, oh God!" — it's paradise!
Brit takes in deep gulps of air like she stopped consciously breathing.
Her crucible of desire …so deep beyond what she knows she should seek or take — but it's there.
Brit had it now…double penetration…double male splashed loads…the secretions of three… a cundy of male and female juices.
She stares transfixed; she gazes at the stars in the moments after this fantastic sex.
Her body guttered like the remnant scraps of the once-layered wedding cake in the Surf Club.
Brit consumed piece by piece.
Yet expanded too — pleasure by enfolded pleasure.
She had searched and found …been through… intensity intensified.
Was it humanly possible?
She felt like a whole woman — doubly so.
There was cum everywhere, oozing around her butthole and dribbling out her coochie, warm and satisfying.
What the hell did she look like?
Brit didn't care as the welling flush spread over her entire skin.
Life doesn't prepare you for participation in the overwhelming moment.
Potential awkward after!
Both men were waiting.
Waiting for what?
Brit started to dress in silence.
The two guys dressed in silence.
Fuck — thought Brit — this isn't right — she smiled, once clothed.
The layer of learnt social decency when more than one male is with you was back in place.
"Guys — let's get a drink together."
A drink… the guys understood this.
Drinking was a good idea after unreal sex.
Understanding what they had wanted to participate in, really understanding what they had shared…that was reflection… maybe tomorrow or next week and association through time and future sexual encounters.
A drink was all they needed now. It was all Britl too required.
What followed — wasn't!
Ruby and her boyfriend were hand in hand, coming down towards the dunes.
Brit held her dignity and passed them, even as Ruby half-smirked.
Weddings are planned for months—had Brit planned her double dip?
Yes and no.
Events were shaped in less than thirty minutes.
Her life was different within minutes.
Life changed in minutes —in some sand dunes — in dunes, she probably would never return to.
Her body felt great as she got double shot drinks for three.