First Time Foursome: Sex on the Beach

By Michaela Daphne Taylor

Riley has been coming to Sandy Cove every year since she was a little girl, but in the summer after she turns eighteen, things seem to be a little different. Her three male childhood friends have transformed in three gorgeous men; tanned, lean and muscular.
But even while young love blossoms, Riley has trouble choosing just one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michaela Daphne Taylor
• Release date: Jun 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311369895

Michaela Daphne Taylor

Michaela Daphne Taylor writes from experience and her own naughty imagination. She has a passion for erotic art, cinema and literature. Her work covers a wide range of kinks including both straight and lesbian sex, multiple partners, BDSM and bondage.

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First Time Foursome

Sex on the Beach

By Michaela Daphne Taylor

Copyright 2015 Michaela Daphne Taylor

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Chapter One

The first time I had sex was in the summer after I turned eighteen. My parents had a beach house up the coast where we made our annual pilgrimage. This was my last summer at the beach house with my parents and my younger brother before I went off to college, so my dad made a big fuss about spending the summer together, as if I’d run away and leave them and never come back after that. It might also have been because things between him and my mom weren’t going so well at that point.

It was the hottest, driest summer I can remember in Sandy Cove and the small patch of grass in the front yard before the lawn gave way to beach had turned brittle and faded to the same light hay-brown colour as my hair.

I was a late developer. That year my breasts were finally reaching their full, late adolescent bloom and I felt self-conscious putting on my bikini for the first time that summer. The local boys with whom I had spent so many summers cycling, learning to surf, roasting bread over bonfires on the beach and running through the waves, had themselves transformed: into young men with bodies now free of childhood’s softness; tanned, lean and angular. I saw them as silent shapes moving in and out of the waves on their boards while my younger brother, Marcus, and I