The Naked Spit

So there I was, minding my own business, digging a moat around a sand castle I had just built on the shore of a tropical beach. There were families around, as I was on my own at a family resort. 

For no reason, random people kept coming up to me, and accused me of being a predator of their children. This pissed me off, but I never responded. I simply ignored them and their accusations, and I continued building my sand castle masterpiece. 

The castle was oversized, about the size of a small house, and it resembled a Baroque cathedral, adorned with random sea shells I found. The moat I had dug around it was a couple feet deep and empty, which I would fill by digging a trench from the moat to the sea shore. 

When I was a couple feet away from the shore, I saw a group of standing around the castle, spitting in the moat. Some of them were shouting profanities at me, clearly trying to provoke me. 

I had enough of this shit. I was provoked. 

Digging out the last couple feet of the trench, sea water rushed in and filled the moat as my haters continued their tirade. 

As the water filled the moat, the base of the castle began to erode. After a few moments, the whole castle collapsed, burying the group in sand and shells. Suddenly, the group was now yelling out from beneath the sand, crying for me to help them get unburied. 

I would not help them, and I walked away. 

I went a little ways down the shore, where I minded my own business, and starting building a new sand castle. Before I made much progress, a group of life guards and police came up to me, and said that I was now banned from the family beach, and was ostracized to "the Naked Spit." 

They punched me in the gut, reminded me that I was a predator and that I didn't belong there, and I was drug through the sand. They stopped at a sign that indicated the border of the Naked Spit. There was also a sign indicating that from that point on, it was a "clothing optional" space. 

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Perhaps my haters had intended to humiliate me by "banning" me to the Naked Spit. I didn't give a shit. The place was a long, sandy spit of land that stretched into the tropical sea. There were several clusters of stilted cabana huts along the narrow spit. 

Feeling no shame or humiliation, I stripped myself naked, left my clothes in a pile by the "Clothing Optional" sign, and I clapped my bare booty cheek and ran away. I felt liberated and free. 

"FREE WILLY!" I exclaimed as I ran naked along the shore, my ding-dong dangling, my pecker feeling as free as a bird. 

A little ways offshore, a killer whale jumped out of the water and made a killer of a splash. Impressive.

As I made my way along the shore, I passed a cluster of huts that had three bare naked ladies laying in purple beach chairs. All three were Asian, possibly Indonesian or Thai, and all three had beautiful brown eyes, brown hair, and dark skin. 

The three exotic women smiled at me as I was walking by, but I sulked and side-eyed the living shit out of them on the sandspit. 

"Can you help us with something?" one of them asked. 

With a reluctant tone, I answered, "Yeah?" 

"Can you rub us down with this oil?" One of the women held up a bottle of body oil, grinning at me. "We'll reward you."

Oh dear gawd. Now I KNOW I'm dreaming.

I went over to the ladies and sat on an empty beach chair next to them, and the woman nearest to me handed me the bottle as she and other two women flipped over in nearly perfect synchronicity. 

As they laid on the backs, the curvature of their bare booties began to get me erect. I covered my nuts with a turquoise towel. Aroused by three exotic beach babes, I awkwardly squeezed the bottle, causing it to squirt onto the back of one of the babes like an over-excited pre-ejaculating man who hadn't had any action in many years. 

I squeezed enough oil out and using both hands, I rubbed oil all over the backs of the women, running my hands up and down their backs, thighs, calves, and butt cheeks. 

Becoming increasingly aroused and clearly stimulated by my touch, the women asked me to oil their collective clits and tits, here on the Naked Spit.

Needless to say... I obliged.

All three moaned in pleasure as I oiled every square inch of themselves, running my slippery, oily fingers up and down their inner thighs, naval, and clit. Once I was through "polishing" them, they gleamed in the sun, their shiny asses shone so bright that I wished I had sunglasses with me. 

"Wanna go skinny dipping with us?" playfully asked one of the women. 

"Lemme think about it," I said. I thought about it for 0.69 seconds. "Sure." 

The four of us got up and ran into the water, splashing each other playfully. The warm, tropical water helped heighten our senses, stimulating our slippery naked bodies as the four of us cuddled and held each other in the gentle waves. 

What a wonderfully wet and wild literal clusterfuck. As we kissed every inch of each other, I penetrated them deeply, thrusting hard, making waves as we reached orgasm of oceanic proportion. 

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Never having to worry about putting clothes on, I walked along the shoreline with my newfound lovers. The Naked Spit was a couple miles long, and the tropical waters were a bright blue beauty to behold. 

Feeling natural and free, I felt at peace with the three exotic ladies. Although I hadn't yet even learned their names, I felt safe with them, somehow. 

We came to the end of the spit, which had a cluster of empty stilted cabana huts and some tropical vegetation. Off in the distance, there seemed to be a storm brewing, creating a shroud of mist and mystery on the horizon. 

One of the women had a pair of binoculars with her, and she looked through them at the horizon. A look of concern came over her face. 

"Is it showing up again?" asked one of the other ladies in a concerning tone. 

"What's showing up?" I asked. 

"It's the Sea Eater," responded the first woman as she handed me the binoculars. 

I looked to the horizon through the binoculars, and I was horrified at what I saw. Blending into the foggy mist, I could make out the figure of a colossal, marine wormlike leviathan with two enormous arms. It had a massive round jaw, possibly several miles wide, that remained perpetually open.

Looking even closer, I could see a tiny Viking ship with four white cats sailing toward the gaping mouth, apparently getting sucked in. 

"How big is that thing?" I asked. 

"It can get to over 20 kilometers long, 5 kilometers tall, and around 4 kilometers wide," said the first woman. 

"Good lord! Are we safe here?" I asked. 

"It can't come closer to shore than where it is now. However, we're not safe from the tsunami that it might have already caused. We need to get up into a hut," answered the second woman. 

Sure enough, I could see a giant wave rapidly approaching the shore, with the dark blue stormy sky following close behind. 

We ran and climbed up into a stilted hut, which was around 20 feet above the ground. I huddled in a corner with the naked ladies, cuddling with them, the warmth and touch of their bodies soothing my nerves. 

Moments later, the rush of a fifteen-foot wave washed over the spit, leaving only a few spare feet between the water and the floor of the hut. 

The wave lasted only a few minutes, the high water receding back into the sea. 

"We only have about an hour," said the first woman in a solemn tone. 

"Until what?" I said with wide eyes. 

"Until the spit goes sour."