The beach house was a dream carved out of glass and driftwood, perched on a private stretch of Carolina coast where the nearest neighbor was miles away. No curtains on the windows. No locks on the doors. Just endless ocean, white sand, and the four of us.
We arrived at dusk. The air was thick with salt and summer heat, the kind that made clothes feel optional from the first breath. Lily rode shotgun, her auburn hair whipping in the convertible wind, fingers already tracing lazy circles on my thigh while Vanessa drove. Clara sat in the back, sundress riding high, legs spread just enough that I caught glimpses in the rearview—her pussy bare, already glistening from the anticipation she'd been nursing the whole drive.
We didn't unpack. We stripped.
The moment the car stopped, Vanessa killed the engine and turned to me. "Rules for the week," she said, voice low and dangerous. "No clothes inside the house. No coming without permission outside of the game. And tomorrow…" Her green eyes gleamed. "Tomorrow is the competition. Mom versus me. Who can make you come the most times in twenty-four hours. Lily referees. She keeps count. She decides if it's fair."
Clara leaned forward between the seats, lips brushing my ear. "And every load you give us, baby… we wear it. On our skin. Inside us. No cleaning up until the day ends."
My cock was already straining against my shorts.
Lily giggled, nervous and excited. "I brought a whiteboard."
That first night set the tone.
We walked naked down the private path to the beach. The moon was huge, silver light rippling over the waves. The sand was still warm from the day, gritty and soft under our feet. Salt air clung to our skin like a second layer.
Vanessa pushed me down onto a blanket we'd dragged out. The ocean roared twenty feet away, close enough that every seventh wave licked at our toes.
She straddled my face without preamble, thighs framing my world. Her pussy was already soaked—musky, sweet, the scent of her arousal mixing with the briny air. I licked into her slow, savoring the slick heat, the way her folds parted under my tongue like wet silk. She ground down, clit swollen and throbbing against my lips, moaning into the night.
Behind her, Clara knelt between my legs. Her mouth was hotter than the day's sun—wet velvet closing around my cock, tongue swirling the head, tasting the pre-cum already leaking in thick beads. She hummed, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, and took me deeper until I felt the back of her throat flutter.
Lily lay beside us, fingers buried in her own pussy, watching with wide eyes. "That's one for Mom if he comes," she whispered, like she was already keeping score.
But they didn't let me.
Vanessa lifted off my face just as my hips started bucking. Clara pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her red lips to my throbbing cock.
"Not yet," Clara purred, licking her lips. "Save it for tomorrow."
We fucked in the surf instead—slow, teasing. Me buried inside Vanessa from behind while she ate Clara on the wet sand. Waves crashed around our thighs, cold water shocking against overheated skin. Clara's moans were drowned by the ocean as she came on Vanessa's tongue. I pulled out before I lost control, cock aching, balls heavy and denied.
Back at the house, we collapsed in a tangle on the outdoor shower deck. Warm water from the rainfall head cascaded over us while we took turns on our knees—Lily finally joining, her small mouth eager and sloppy, learning how to share my cock with Clara's practiced tongue.
No one came. Not yet.
The tension built like a storm.
Morning broke hot and golden.
The competition started at sunrise.
Lily stood on the deck with her whiteboard, marker in hand, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. "Twenty-four hours begins… now."
Clara went first.
She led me to the infinity pool, water shimmering turquoise. Bent me over the edge, ass in the air, and ate me from behind—tongue slow and filthy on my balls, licking up to the base of my cock, then sucking me deep while her fingers teased my perineum. The sun burned on my back. Her mouth was relentless—wet sucking sounds mixing with the pool filter's hum.
I came hard down her throat in under five minutes, hips jerking, groaning her name as pulse after thick pulse flooded her mouth. She swallowed most, but let the last spurt paint her lips and chin, wearing it proudly.
"Mom: 1" Lily wrote in big red letters.
Vanessa's turn.
She dragged me to the outdoor kitchen, bent over the marble island still cool from the night. Straddled me reverse, sinking down onto my cock inch by agonizing inch. Her pussy was scorching, walls fluttering as she took me to the root. She rode slow at first—grinding, circling—her ass cheeks spreading with every bounce so I could see myself disappearing into her slick heat.
The smell of sex and sunscreen filled the air. Her moans were filthy—raw, guttural. She reached back, spread herself wider, let me watch her juices coat my shaft.
I lasted longer this time, but not by much. When she slammed down hard and clenched deliberately, I erupted inside her—deep, throbbing ropes that filled her until I felt it leak out around us, dripping down my balls.
She stood slowly, turned, and let the cum slide down her thighs in thick white trails.
"Vanessa: 1. Tied."
The day blurred into pure hedonistic filth.
Clara took me on the beach lounger—missionary, slow and deep, her heavy breasts bouncing with every thrust, nipples hard as diamonds. The sun baked us. Sweat and salt mixed with her arousal. She whispered depraved things in my ear—how full she felt, how she could feel every vein—until I painted her insides white.
Mom: 2
Vanessa retaliated in the hammock—swaying gently while she rode my face, pussy grinding, clit swollen against my tongue. Her taste was stronger now, mixed with my earlier load leaking out of her. When she came, she flooded my mouth. Then she slid down and took me inside, fucking me until I added a fresh load to the one already there.
Vanessa: 2
Lunch break: Lily fed us fruit while we recovered, her fingers sticky with pineapple juice as she teased our spent bodies back to life.
Afternoon: Clara in the outdoor shower—pressed against the glass, my cock sliding between her slick thighs until I came across her lower back, watching it drip down the curve of her ass in the water.
Mom: 3
Vanessa on the paddleboard—floating just offshore, her on her knees, sucking me slow and deep while the board rocked with the waves. Salt water splashed us. She swallowed every drop.
Vanessa: 3
Evening: They teamed up briefly—Clara riding my cock while Vanessa sat on my face—but Lily called foul. "Separate efforts only!"
Clara won the sunset round—bent over the deck railing, ocean wind whipping her hair, my thrusts deep and punishing until I filled her pussy so full it squirted out around me with every stroke.
Mom: 4
Vanessa tied it at midnight—on the beach again, full moon, her legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her standing, waves crashing at our feet. She came twice before I exploded inside her, our mixed releases running down both our thighs.
Vanessa: 4
The final hour.
We were all raw—skin sun-kissed and salt-crusted, bodies trembling with exhaustion and need.
They knelt side by side on the blanket, mouths open, tongues out.
Lily counted down.
I stroked myself—slow at first, then frantic—while they begged in unison.
"Please, baby… give it to us…"
I came harder than I ever had—thick ropes striping Clara's breasts, Vanessa's face, both of them moaning as it splashed hot across their skin.
Lily wrote the final score with a flourish.
"Mom: 5. Winner."
Clara laughed, breathless, cum dripping from her nipples. Vanessa licked it off her slowly, eyes locked on mine.
We collapsed into the sand, four bodies tangled under the stars, ocean whispering promises.
The week had only just begun.