You all loved my last story, so here's another:

So there I was, alone at the beach, watching a bunch of hot shirtless guys play beach volleyball. They were all muscular and tanned, and I couldn't stop imagining them touching me, holding me, exploring my body. Then my imagination got a little rougher and imagined them grabing and slapping my tits, pulling on my nipples and spanking my ass while their friends fucked my throat and filled my pussy and ass. My heart raced and my bikini started to get a visible wet patch as I felt this intense wave of desire wash over me.

I knew I had to do something about it, so I slipped away to a secluded public toilet stall. As I touched myself, I pictured each of those guys taking their turns, then fucking me all at once. Grabbing onto me and ramming their cocks into my body. I could almost feel them, their strength, their desire.

The more I fantasized, the closer I got to the edge. I came so hard, imagining them all over me, their bodies pressed against mine, their moans filling my ears. I felt this strange mix of guilt and pleasure, but I couldn't deny that it was the most arousing experience of my life. I left the stall and went back to the beach, still feeling that lingering sense of arousal. I'll never forget that day at the beach, and I can't help but fantasize about those guys now.