A shrill whistle and the subsequent peal of childish laughter fills the air around me, the scorching sand on my soles feeling almost as hot as the flush rising up to my cheeks.
"Mmh... look at that ass!" a second girl says loudly. Even in a modest pair of trunks and matching swim shirt, I can't escape it. I knew I should have had a female friend come with me—the beach is hardly a safe place to spend an afternoon when you're a single young man. I didn't want to go alone, but I don't have many guy friends that would be interested in going and only two female coworkers who I know well enough to feel safe asking. Both of those coworkers ridiculed me for my fears and said that they were too busy to listen to my irrational complaining, adding that no one will bother me if I don't act like a slut. I tried all morning to convince myself that they were right, but the raucous jeering that surrounds me proves once more that my fears are justified.
Ducking my head, I try to ignore the provocative comments and walk quickly past the group of teens, making sure not to give them a reason to continue their harassment. I'm not even particularly attractive—girls like these just derive enjoyment from the very act of tormenting vulnerable men. The short distance from the most crowded part of the beach to its edge feels like miles, and though their voices have faded, I'm sure those girls are still watching me.
Feeling myself start to calm down, I'm about to lay out a towel on a nice free patch of sand when I feel a pair of small hands wrap around my forearm. "Hey, baby..." a soft voice below my ear whispers. Even on her tiptoes, the girl isn't tall enough to properly whisper in my ear—not that this fact alleviates the chest-constricting fear I feel at being surrounded by almost half a dozen topless teen girls. Judging by their earlier catcalling, I thought they were at least twent, but only one of these four girls has the figure to pass as such, and the others appear to be closer to eighteen or nineteen.
"Um, c-can I help you?" I stammer, trying to pull my arm away without angering the minor. My word choice triggers another rounding of whistling and hooting and causes the larger brunette to start sauntering over to me. Each step she takes is slow and deliberate, her tight little swimsuit-clad bottom swaying enticingly, and her B cups jiggling with every movement. I avert my eyes before anyone can notice that I'm staring—If I allow myself to get an erection, my current situation will become far worse because they'll take it as implicit consent.
"I dunno, caaaan you?" the brunette teases, hooking her index finger through the looped strings on the front of my swim trunks as if to tug them undone. I manage to pull away in time to save having myself exposed to a beach full of people. But even with that crisis averted, I have a short girl hanging off each arm, pressing their naked chests into my sides and threatening a very different dilemma below my waistline.
Before I can formulate a plan, all coherent thoughts are driven from my mind by a cool softness pressing into my back. I know without even having to turn around that the last unaccounted for girl has pushed her bare body up against me.
"Jenny's dad's boat is moored just down the beach, y'know..." the girl on my back says, using her small arms to encircle my waist and letting her fingers blindly search for their objective. In an instant she's found it, and the other girls squeal with delight when she's able to make me swell in my swim trunks with nothing but a few light squeezes.
"What a tease our Mary is today," Jenny cackles.
"H-Hey, cut that out! I'll report you girls to the police!" I blurt out, unable to think of anything else to try and escape their clutches.
But this simply makes them giggle. "As if they'd believe you; you were obviously asking for it coming to the beach at this time of day by yourself," Jenny says with a laugh. "Claire, Sophie, hold his arms!" she orders, motioning for the pair of girls hanging off my arms to start tugging me in the apparent direction of her father's boat.
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I can't believe the situation I'm in. These four girls have managed to get me inside the cabin of their boat, and are now crowded around me on a king-sized bed, giggling and poking at me with the kind of impassioned curiosity that is rarely seen outside of immature young women.