Punxsutawney Phil had been right! We definitely were having six more weeks of winter. Not that anyone needed a groundhog to tell us. It had already been a long, brutal season of bitter cold, ice, and relentless snow. Colder than I could remember in my thirty-five years. Storm after storm rolled through, each one threatening streets full of ice or another snow-crippling event.
And everyone now knows how treacherous ice can be, just driving through ice, and you could lose your life even on a city street. Some people already had.
I needed to escape and feel the sun on my skin and warmth in my bones again. Anywhere but here. Normally, I would’ve fled straight to Florida, but even their winter had been unusually vicious this year.
Still, there was finally a glimmer of hope: a warm spell forecasted to settle over the coast for the next three weeks. God, yes, three weeks of sunshine, even if it was just a few days mid-week. That was all the excuse I needed.
I found a reasonably priced little resort right on the beach in Fort Lauderdale. The kind of place where you could fall asleep to the sound of the waves and wake up with salt in the air.
The only problem was, I didn’t want to go alone… and my husband couldn’t get away from work.
So I started making calls.
My twin sister, Jamie, said yes almost immediately. Then Uncle Jim and Aunt Andi, mom’s sister, decided they could use a break, too.
Suddenly, it wasn’t an escape anymore. It was turning into a family getaway.
I arranged to take a few days off after the quarterly close, and once word got around the office, several of my coworkers started asking about the trip… where I was going, where I was staying? A few of them admitted they were jealous.
Honestly, I couldn’t blame them.
While they’d be scraping ice off their windshields at six in the morning, I’d be walking barefoot on warm sand, just thinking about it made me feel lighter.
Our departure day finally arrived, and miraculously, everything went exactly as planned. The plane left on time and landed without a single hiccup. Even check-in at the resort was painless and quick, the front desk staff handing over our keys with bright smiles and practiced efficiency.
Jamie and I shared a room, just like we’ve done most of our lives through college, while Uncle Jim and Aunt Andi settled into one a few doors down the hall.
“Jamie, I need sun immediately,” I declared, already digging through my suitcase like I was defusing a bomb. “I can practically feel my vitamin D levels dropping. I’m throwing on my skimpy bikini to maximize production and heading to the pool. Purely medical reasons.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Of course. Very scientifically healthy. Go ahead. I want to unpack first. I’ll meet you down there.”
The resort felt calm and unhurried, the kind of lazy quiet that only exists in warm places where time stretches and softens around you. I claimed a poolside lounger, lathered myself up with sunscreen, then stretched out in the sunshine and let the heat seep into my skin, warming me straight through to the bone. It was the warmest I’d been in three months, and I soaked it in like a lizard on a rock.
About twenty minutes later, Jamie appeared in her own equally sexy bikini. However, hers looked like it had passed a family-friendly inspection, with a little more fabric and a lot less “spring break” vibe.
She dropped onto the lounger beside me with a satisfied sigh. While I slowly rotated like a piece of rotisserie chicken working on my front side, I leaned over to lather sunscreen across her back, making sure not to miss a spot. The sun was relentless, less warming and more like the surface of Venus, fricking hot.
My oversized, floppy hat shielded my eyes, turning the world into a warm, orange haze, then suddenly, everything dimmed.
A shadow fell over me. What the fuck, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Where the hell did that cloud come from?
I tipped my hat back and peeked up.
Not a cloud, but a very handsome, very young guy was standing over us, probably college age.
“Would you ladies like some company?” he asked, a broad smile lighting up his face and his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jamie lifted her head, then plopped back down with a lazy sigh, clearly unimpressed. I, on the other hand, arched an eyebrow and propped myself up on one elbow, letting the sun catch just enough of me as I subtly flaunted my C-cup cleavage.
“Depends,” I said, my voice dipping into something deliberately teasing. “Are you the kind of company that gets into trouble, or the kind that makes trouble worth getting into?”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m definitely the kind that makes trouble worth it… most of the time.”
I smirked, tilting my head. “Most of the time, huh? That sounds dangerously vague.”
“Dangerous can be fun,” he replied, his eyes dancing as he glanced at Jamie’s derrière, who had just untied her top, then back at me. “I’m a quick learner when it comes to figuring out what makes someone smile… or blush.”
“You don’t say. What exactly do you think would make me blush?”
“Honestly?” he said in a teasing voice. “Seeing you like this with that sparkle in your eyes… It’s hard not to imagine all the ways I could make you blush.”
I felt a sudden dampness between my legs. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to me like that. I tilted my head, letting a slow, teasing smile curl on my lips. “Oh, really? That sounds dangerously… excitingly specific.”
“Dangerous,” he said, with mischievous eyes, “is exactly my specialty. Why don’t we get in the pool? You look like you need to cool down a little.”
Jamie lifted her head, stretching lazily. “Jenn, I’m getting hungry. I think I’ll grab something at the café. Do you want anything?”
“No, not right now. I’m going to rinse off in the pool with…?”
“Kevin… Kevin, is my name,” he said, a teasing smile smeared on his lips.
I arched an eyebrow, letting the word roll around. “With Kevin, huh? Here.”
Jamie headed off to the café, leaving Kevin and me alone. We slipped into the pool, even though the water was warm, and immediately the closeness between us was electric. He swam up to me, casually slipping his leg between mine. I could feel his arousal, and I was certain he could feel mine as well.
“Kevin, I bet I can make you blush.”
“Really, it takes a lot to make me blush, Jenn,” he replied, a teasing sparkle in his eyes.
I moved my hand to his hardness and squeezed. He seemed a bit shocked but didn’t blush. Upping the ante, I slipped my hand inside his suit and felt his big cock. It was bigger than I expected.
“I’m not blushing yet,” he proclaimed.
I began to stroke him. He closed his eyes. He stiffened and quickly blasted a load into the pool.
“I think you’re blushing now,” I said with a mischievous grin, gathering up a wayward glob of cum.
His eyes widened, and I couldn’t resist letting my finger trace over my lips. “I’m looking to have some fun for a few days. Meet me here this evening around seven-thirty… and bring your friends.”
His face went bright red, and he laughed nervously, clearly caught off guard by my boldness.
I took my time drying off, slow and deliberate, pretending not to notice his eyes tracking every move. The air felt warmer under his stare, charged somehow. When I finally wrapped the towel around myself, Kevin still hadn’t looked away.
So much for cool and collected.
I left him there, trying and failing to recover his smooth, and headed inside to find Jamie.
She’d claimed a small table in the corner by the big picture window overlooking the pool, sunlight spilling across the surface and catching in her hair. She looked relaxed, already halfway through a drink.
The second I sat down, she gave me that look.
“Did you do what I think you did?”
I shrugged, reaching for a menu. “It’s vacation. Why not?”
“Jenn.” Her voice dropped, part warning, part big-sister mode, although she only had me by three whole minutes. “You know how you get once you start. I just don’t think it’s a good idea. Let’s have fun, sure. Just… not that kind.”
I rolled my eyes. “Jamie, relax. I know what I’m doing. I’ll keep it under control.”
She didn’t look convinced.
And then someone moved past the window.
Familiar stride. Familiar profile. He slowed… did a double take… then stopped dead and waved straight at me like he couldn’t quite believe it.
My stomach dropped. Dave! From the office.
What the hell was he doing here?
Before I could duck or pretend I hadn’t seen him, he pushed open the café door and headed our way, already smiling, half surprised, half apologetic, like he wasn’t sure if he was interrupting.
“Jenn,” he said, a little breathless. “Well… this is unexpected.”
I forced my best somewhat-glad-to-see-you smile. “Hi, Dave.”
“Okay, maybe not totally unexpected,” he admitted with a sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “When I heard where you were headed and when… You know, I realized I had some PTO I hadn’t used, and found the same travel deal. Figured, why not? Small world, huh?”
I could tell he was embarrassed to see me. My stomach still sank.
It didn’t feel like a coincidence, but he didn’t sound creepy about it. Just awkward. Like a guy who’d convinced himself this was perfectly normal and was only now realizing how it might look.
Jamie kicked me lightly under the table.
“Guess I just got lucky and ran into you,” he said, then glanced at Jamie and smiled politely. “And your twin. Wow. I swear I’m not stalking you; this place must really be popular.”
Jamie blinked. I just stared.
Which was complicated, because out of all the guys at the office, Dave was the one I’d probably fuck if I were single… so naturally, he’d be the one to show up and make everything just a little weird.
Vacation officially compromised.
We very deliberately didn’t offer him a seat, hoping he’d take the hint, connect the dots, and move along.
It took him a bit.
Salesmen aren’t great with subtle cues. If you don’t say no three times and slam the door in their face, they think you’re still negotiating.
“Oh…, sorry,” he said, gesturing toward the counter. “I’ll grab a coffee. Didn’t mean to crash your morning. Maybe I can buy you girls a drink later?”
Jamie and I answered in perfect, synchronized twin fashion.
“Maybe. We’ll see.”
The universal female translation for: absolutely not.
Dave, of course, smiled like he’d just closed the deal. At least, he wasn’t a jerk about it.
Jamie and I finished our drinks and headed back to our room to relax.
After dinner, a flutter of nerves hit me. Seven-thirty. Kevin and his friends. Jamie’s warning echoed in my mind, making me a little apprehensive. Reluctantly, I began rifling through my suitcase for something to wear.
I pulled out one of my husband’s white t-shirts. It was enormous on me. Being only five-foot-two and barely 110 pounds, it practically swallowed me, falling to mid-thigh. No bra, of course. I let the fabric drape loosely, letting the gentle swing and sway of my boobs do their work. My nipples were already poking the fabric just enough to hint at what was underneath. Men love that kind of teasing, subtle, deliberate, and impossible to ignore.
I paused, considering panties. Maybe yes, maybe no. Too much? Finally, I decided there needed to be some barrier, just enough to keep things from getting completely out of hand.
Jamie was down the hall, chatting with Uncle Jim and Aunt Andi, when I slipped out, determined to get exactly what I wanted: a good time.
I found a patio table off to one side, semi-secluded, the fading sunlight softening the edges of the pool. Darkness would come there first – perfect.
I pulled out a chair and sat facing outward, away from the table, scanning the path. Waiting. Hell, Kevin might not even show up.
I checked my phone – 7:29. My heart rate was spiking. Was he coming?
Holy shit! There he was, and he wasn’t alone. Four friends trailed behind him.
“Jenn, well, here we are, 7:30 on the dot,” Kevin announced, grinning like he’d timed it perfectly. “Are you going to blush for us?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I slid my hand over the bulge pressing through his shorts, giving it a squeeze, letting him feel exactly how glad I was that he’d arrived.
Kevin’s grin widened as he felt my hand. “Mmm, someone’s eager,” he murmured, voice low, just enough for me to hear.
His friends lingered a few steps back, awkwardly shuffling, clearly unsure whether to give us space or laugh at the situation. I shot them a teasing glance. Two smirked and held their hardening cocks. Two just stared.
I leaned back in my chair, letting the t-shirt drape and the sway of my body do its work. I watched Kevin’s eyes stare at my boobs and erect nipples. The tension hung heavy in the air, charged, electric, impossible to ignore.
“So,” I said, voice light and playful, “Are you all just here to stand around… or are we actually going to have fun?”
Kevin’s grin turned wicked. “Oh, we’re going to have fun, alright.”
He stepped closer and unzipped his shorts. His cock popped out like a cork from a well-shaken bottle of champagne. The boys all took a couple of steps closer to either watch or participate. I hoped it was the latter.
In the fading sunlight, Kevin’s cock was bigger than it felt in the pool, or maybe I was really taking notice of it. His head was thick, cut, and flared with a precum treat already glistening on the tip.
Reaching for it, “Hmmm… it’s so hot. I like it.”
One of the boys chimed in, “This is sooo fucking hot.”
Kevin stepped close, and I took his cock into my mouth. That was all the catalyst that the others needed. Their cocks were out in the blink of an eye. They all looked eager to join the fun.
Two boys got behind me and were squeezing my boobs; the other two put their cocks, one in each hand. I happened to glance up and noticed Jamie lurking behind a wide balcony support with her hand in her shorts.
Suddenly, I had a flashback to three days after my sixteenth birthday. When I was home alone, or so I thought, my older boyfriend and I were making out in our basement. He had been feeling my boobs and was amped up, and so was I.
“Jenn, can I see you naked?” Tommy asked.
“What do I get?”
Tommy stood up and pulled down his pants. His cock stood straight out. It was so hard that it looked like it hurt.
I took off my blouse and bra. His eyes got big. My nipples hardened even more. He was finally seeing what he’d been squeezing.
We were about a foot apart when I took off my shorts. His eyes got even bigger. I slid my panties down and stepped out of them.
“Oh, Jenn… fuck, you’re so hot.”
Instantly, his cock exploded, firing four or five ropes of cum all over my boobs, my belly, and my sparse pussy hair. It was amazing and a sight I never forgot. To show him my appreciation for his confirmation of my hotness, I scooped a big glob off my belly and slowly licked it off my fingers, then swallowed. Jesus, it was just like eating Boston Cream pie.
“Oh, look, there’s some left.” I knelt and licked the drops off his tip, then began to suck his still hard cock. He rewarded me with another big, tasty load of cum. I savored every drop of it.
“Jenn, will you be my cum dumpster?” Tommy queried.
“Yes, I want it. Cum on my face and I’ll always remember you.”
Just as he did, I caught a glimpse of Jamie peeking around the corner, her hand inside her panties, moving the same way it was now. I’d never told her I saw her that day.
I snapped back to this reality just in time for Kevin to cum. I let it dribble out and down my tits. The boy in my left hand came on my face, followed quickly by the boy in my right on my forehead.
The ones that had been squeezing my tits stood in front of me, jacking off feverishly, pronouncing, “This MILF is a cum slut. Isn’t that right, slut?”
“Fuck, yes. I’m a cum slut, cum dumpster, whatever you want to call me. I just love cum. Give me all you have!” I pronounced emphatically.
They both came on my face, and suddenly everything turned into a milky haze. Those last loads blurred my vision, warm and overwhelming, leaving me nearly blind. When I totally succumb to the situation, I giggle and laugh. I started to giggle.
Soon, there was someone else besides the original five, then another, and another. The circle kept growing, their cocks all blurred together. Small ones, long ones, thick ones, big ones, and a huge one. Kevin came back more than once, and I think the other boys did, too. Time stretched and folded in on itself until minutes felt like seconds, and I couldn’t tell who was who until it stopped meaning anything. I just needed to feel the warmth of their seed on me.
Hands fondling me constantly. I was surrounded and pulled to suck this cock, as my hands were always full with another one, never empty, never still. Laughing, breathing, heat… I was on a sexual high. Everything tangled together until it became a single rushing noise to my ears. I loved it, I wanted it, that dizzy, breathless feeling like I’d stepped outside myself and didn’t want to come back down.
At one point, I wiped at my eyes, trying to clear the blurry haze. Through the mess and motion, I thought I saw Dave off to the side, his phone raised, recording the whole spectacle.
My stomach dropped. Would he out me and show the video back at the office?
As the crowd of men pressed closer around me, the air felt thinner, heavier. The noise that had sounded wild and thrilling a moment ago turned into something overwhelming. Before I realized it, I was crying.
Tears tracked down my cheeks, cutting through the cum on my skin, the warmth of it cooling as it mixed with salt. The high I’d been riding drained away, leaving me shaking and lost in the crush of bodies.
Jamie knew exactly what that meant. She’d seen that look before, back in college, when things had gotten out of hand, and I’d pretended I was fine until I very much wasn’t.
Without hesitating, she pushed through the testosterone throng and wrapped an arm around me, firm and protective, pulling me tight against her side.
“Jenn, come with me. We’re getting out of here. Now.”
One of the guys blurted out, “She looks just like this one. Let’s see if she’s a cum whore like her sister.”
Another of the guys stepped closer, and I flinched. Jamie’s eyes blazed. “Don’t fucking touch us or I’ll scream. Back off, motherfuckers!” she snapped, her voice forcefully cutting through the noise. “We’re leaving, god dammit.”
A step later, Jamie flinched hard. She looked down and swore under her breath, “Son of a bitch!” One of the guys had blasted a load on her leg as we walked by. The look on her face was equal parts anger and disgust.
Without another word, she guided me through the crowd and down the hall. My heart raced as we burst into our room, shutting the door behind us and putting on the security lock.
Jamie pulled me into the shower. “We need to calm you down. You always get like this,” she snapped, turning on the water. Steam filled the small room, the nearly hot spray washing away some of the exhilaration, ecstasy, and tension.
I sank under the warm water, letting it soothe the shaking that had overtaken me, while Jamie held me close, silently as she rinsed a year’s worth of cum off of me. I thought I saw her dip a finger into the load on her leg and taste it, but I was pretty out of it.
Later, she helped me dry off and tucked me into bed. I looked up at my big sis, still feeling raw and overwhelmed from the ordeal.
“How many were there?” I asked quietly.
“Really?! That’s what you fucking want to know?”
“Yes!”
“I think about twenty men. Too many loads to count,” her voice firm. “Satisfied?” she said curtly.
I shivered at the memory, not from fear but the ecstasy of being the “Cum Dumpster” for all those men. I brought them relief and will be someone they all will remember, even if they didn’t know my name… that girl!
“Will you sleep with me tonight?” I asked gently.
Jamie peeled off her clothes and slipped beneath the covers, then drew my back against her. Her bare skin was warm, comforting, and protective as always. I melted into her without thinking. Her arm tightened around me, and sleep took hold of us. I dreamed in her arms.
