Variation on a Nudist Beach

They were all good boys from good old families from the old province. They couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty everytime they stepped out of their cottages in that orgy of naked flesh. Still, they soon enjoyed that new feeling of freedom, and also the opportunity of seeing so many beautiful young men and women like them going around in their birthday suit.

That afternoon they were idling on the beach as usual, enjoying the warm August sun and the diamond-like sea before them. The girls had gone to the small bar on the beach to buy some ice cream, while the guys rested peacefully on their backs on the tepid sand. When the girls returned, they sat aside their men, happily licking their fresh ice creams.

- You know what, - began Sandy, - I noticed that on this beach too many of them, I mean men, even the old ones, sport a bit too often their, well... disgusting erections for all to see... I find that, you know...

- Obscene? - suggested Becky - Yeah, I think so. That’s so rude of them, isn’t it. I felt kinda offended by that too.

- C’mon girls, - objected Paul, Sandy’s boyfriend, - you can’t blame them. Take it as a kind tribute to your beauty...

Indeed, both girls were delicious specimens of the female body. Sandy was 26, her beautiful auburn hair falling in a long ponytail on her naked and shapely buttocks. She was slim, medium-tall, with proud breast and clean, silky skin nicely browned by the sun. Becky was a petit biond of 27, short haired with small firm breast like a teenager’s. Her accurately trimmed pubic hair was even blonder than her head and could scarcely hide her inviting pink labia. Her skin was lighter than Sandy’s, but equally soft and smooth.

- Uhm... maybe you are right, - admitted Sandy, - Still, I find that they spoil the atmosphere of civil agreement of this place. With their animal urges... such things are to be done privately.

Leonard, Becky’s boyfriend, laughed softly.

- What shall we do, though? That’s Mother Nature, girls!

- Well, - replied bitterly Becky, - Mother Nature and good behaviour don’t always get along well. Sometimes we need to... correct our nature.

- What ever could stop men from having erections? - asked then Sandy, quite resigned.

- Well, see, I read somewhere, - answered Becky, - don’t ask me where, it must be on the net, ‘bout these funny caps from Victorian age...

- Which caps? - inquired Sandy.

- They’re like condoms, you know, but rigid ones, made of iron... -. Becky scooped a flat area in the sand with her hand, trying to illustrate the odd device to her friend.

- That works exactly like a condom, when you put it on a man’s penis, but inside... inside are fixed some sharp spikes...

- Oh! - said Sandy, - like the Virgin of Nurnberg. They used to put people in it.

- Yeah, but here, here they just put dicks. While the penis is flaccid, the spikes are harmless, since they leave room enough for the flesh. But when it grows erect, well, they stab the sausage causing pain and discomfort, so that sexual excitement fades quickly away. It was used to prevent young boys’ masturbation and...

- Ouch! - objected Paul, - That’s cruel, indeed!

- Yeah, - grinned Becky at him, - but effective. I propose to distribute such smart devices to wives and girlfriends on the beach. If they know about their men’s attitude, well, they’ll just have to slid the cap on to prevent any unplesant surprise.

Sandy giggled. - I bet some men would be surprised to find some extra pissholes on their dicks by the end of the day!

The guys looked quite puzzled. There was an unexpected glint of sadism in the girls’ words. Still, they just enjoyed the view of their naked skin on the sand, while happily chatting in the idleness of August.

After some minutes, Sandy broke the silence again.

- Naaa, that wouldn’t work!

- What? - asked Becky.

- The spiked cap, you know... How many men would allow their wives and girlfriends to impose them such an ordeal? And don’t forget that most perverts are usually single men coming here in search of a good... “landscapes”, so to say.

- So, what’s your suggestion?

- Well, we’d need someone to control them, like lifeguards. Let’s call them boner-guards. They would supervise the beach the day long, checking for break-rulers. Once they catch one, they’d warn him that his behaviour is against the rules and invite him to calm down. If he gets caught twice, then he must pay a fee, let’s say 30 US dollars, or 50...

- And what if he gets caught again?

- Well... - said Sandy with a dramatic pause - then... ZAC!

Becky bursted into laughters at her friend’s words, her pretty naked body rolling on the sand.

- Yeah, they get castrated like pigs! THAT would be effective!

Sandy went on, her voice calm and soft.

- Didn’t you know that? Here they used to do that to POW during the last civil war, ten years ago or so... - she gently passed her hand on Paul’s exposed penis, that twitched at the contact, - they would surely know the proper techniques.

- Oh, c’mon Sandy, you are scaring us! - said Leonard, trying to sound calm and witty.

- Shut up, Leo! - said Becky with a mischievious grin - After all, it’s Mother Nature’s fault, not Sandy’s, isn’t it? And tell me, Sandy, what would they do then with the, er... emasculated pervert?

- Feed him to fishes, of course! - she took completely hold of Paul’s cock and, looking at it with an ironic smile, stated: - After all, what’s the use of a man, without IT?

Paul felt he should show regret at such words. Still, his meat was rapidly growing in her naked girlfriend’s hand, so it was quite obvious what kind of feelings he was having. Becky simply added:

- Yeah. Dead meat.

- You know what? - continued Becky, now hungrily staring at Paul’s turgid shaft in the hand of Sandy - However the punishment is carried out, that must be a public punishment... that would be the best warning for future rule-breakers.

- mmm... that’s for sure sister... how would you do it?

- Well, - she too started caressing Leonard’s naked body, with her hand still covered by sand - what about this: they tie a fishing wire at the base of his thing, then loop it high one of the showers, until he has to stand on his tiptoes. He’d stand there for all passers-by to see, until his feet grow tired, then falls down and... the wire does its job!

- Wow! How long would the poor guy last in that position?

- That would be fun to discover!

Leonard was aghasted. Was that his sweet little Becky? How could such medieval-like scenes take shape in her mind? How could she tell such cruelties so happily and shameless? He could now clearly see that her nipples were standing hard on her nice, small rounded tits, as a familiar flush had coloured her pretty face.

Since Sandy had already proved to be worse than her, he looked at Paul for comfort and help. But his friend was now totally under the spell of his girlfriend’s hands and stares.

- Hey guys, we’ve gone a bit too far, haven’t we? - tried to object Leonard. Although he was quite intrigued himself by the trend of the conversation, he felt the duty, as the oldest one, to moderate the group.

- Boys - said Sandy to herself grimacing in disgust - You know, Becky, what’s the trouble with boys? Total lack of fantasy.

At that, Paul suddenly awakened from his ecstasy.

- Total lack of fantasy, uh? You wanna find a nice way to punish the perverts’ boners around, well, what about a nice bbq on the beach?

There was a brief pause of silence. Then Becky erupted her enthusiasm, clapping her hands like a little girl:

- Wow! An old fashioned Wiener roast!

- Mmm... - said Sandy - What a beautiful idea, darling... can you imagine them cueing before the grill, their hands tied, while the cook blows on the coals...

- That’d be a great feast indeed! With a huge fire on the sand, music and alcohol...

- The best music would be their begging...

- And what about the screaming?

- You mean they’d cook their things... while still attached to their bodies? - inquired Paul, now hornier than ever.

- That’s the deal! - answered Becky - Cooked alive, that is. Do you guys think that stuff is edible?

- Well - observed Sandy winking at Paul - we always eat them raw and without basting, after all...

That was too much for Leonard, too. He slipped a hand between Becky’s thigs, were he was greeted by her warm pussy lips, whose moistness had literally melted the sand and salt inside.

- Mmm, guys, what about continuing our nice discussion in our rooms? - proposed Leonard, now stiff as a rock.

- Of course, but we’d better hurry up - laughed Becky thaking hold of his massive erection - before some nasty boner-guard catches this... capital offence between your legs!

THE END