Shy freshman Gina Wesley is desperately in love with her new boyfriend, the gorgeous Max Devlin. She's both elated and scared when he takes her home to meet his super-rich family.
Max's sister hates her on sight, but his strikingly handsome twin brothers think Gina has a lot to offer. They invite her to a beach barbecue that involves a whole lot of creative swimwear, public exhibition and juicy meat sausages of a different variety.
Has Gina bitten off more than she can chew?
This 12,300 word BDSM novelette is Volume 1 of the 'Initiation 2' series.
"Three gorgeous men and a bratty sister? The scene on the beach is extremely memorable. I won't spoil it for you, but will say the book is worth it for that visual alone."
He makes me face the mirror in the dresser. I'm naked, with just the loop end of the silken thread peeping from my pussy. My eyes are wide in my innocent-looking face and I realize how young I seem. My breasts are high in my chest. My nipples are large and red. My pussy is shaven clean and devoid of pubic hair bristles, the way Max likes it.
"You're so beautiful, babe," Max says, nuzzling my neck. His hands grope my tits. In the mirror, he's a blond Adonis, more splendid than anything I have ever seen.
He helps me put on my beachwear. It's a yellow sling bikini. The significance of that color is not lost on me. The sling is looped behind my neck, and the two slender ribbons of material are strung tightly down my torso, revealing three quarters of my areolas. My erect nipples strain prominently against the synthetic fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. My red areolas flower around their barely-there casings.
Further downward, the yellow ribbons taper to a narrow common point which shields only the bottom half of my clitoris. The top halves of my clit and pussy lips are bared in pretty much the way a chest cleavage is revealed. Behind, the ribbons gather in a string that buries itself snugly in between my jostling buttock cheeks. This is connected to a horizontal string that straddles my hips.
When the entire ensemble is complete, the crotch of Max's jeans is tented. His hand fumbles at his zipper. With the Ben Wa balls squishing in my pussy juices and my own stark image in the mirror, I'm pretty stimulated myself.
"Oh Max, please fuck me," I plead, leaning against the mirror,
He presses his mouth to mine. A long-drawn, intimate, tongue-filled kiss.
"Later," he says in a throaty voice. He grabs my arm. "Come on. Let's go down to the beach."
I hesitate. "Wait. You mean you want me to go down to meet your family . . . wearing this?"
I had thought this outfit was for our private sexual play in the bedroom.
His expression is stoic, although the corners of his mouth threaten to curl. "Yes."
"Won't they be . . . shocked?" I can already picture the stoniness on Alice's perfect features.
The blood is rushing to my cheeks.
"Of course they would. That's exactly the effect we're aiming for."
His hand squeezes my right buttock. "Come on, Gina. It'll be fun, I promise you. You're going to love every minute of it."