1 comments/ 14948 views/ 2 favorites Sonia's RF Night By: leondreamer "Good one Leigh!" Drew almost snarled at his best friend, only barely stopping himself from slamming his empty glass down on the bar, as angry as he had not felt for a long time. "What a stupid thing to say!" "What?" Leigh nearly whined defensively. He knew he had stuffed things up, not just for both of them, but for Drew, whom he never liked to displease. "What? What, are you as thick as people say you are?" Drew's voice was rising, and he knew how it hurt Leigh to be called stupid, but just now he wanted to hurt him. He knew he had been so close to getting the beautiful woman out into his car, he knew she wanted it, and then Leigh had said that. Idiot! "What!? Oh! 'You could do both of us!'" he cruelly mimicked his friend. "As if a classy woman like her would be into that. For fuck's sake!" He ordered himself another beer, pointedly not buying Leigh one, as was the custom in those days-take turns buying the rounds of drinks. The beautiful woman they were both referring to had, after Leigh had blurted out his "You could do both of us," merely smiled at him, picked up her bag and excused herself to go to the toilet, which was in another bar. In those days, the public bar was meant to be a male domain (some pubs even refused to serve women in them) and there were never toilets for women, so they had to go next door to either the lounge or saloon bar (which in some hotels was still referred to as the Lady's Bar) if they wished to use a toilet. That is what the beautiful woman had done. "She might come back," Leigh said, trying to please his friend, almost in tears. He hated upsetting Drew, and was terrified when he was angry with him. "She won't come back," Drew growled, taking some anger out of his voice. Leigh was a great friend and he didn't like upsetting him. But sometimes he was just so stupid. He looked around the bar, just to avoid having to look at Leigh. It was a large bar, and nearly deserted now, nine o'clock on a Monday night. All the after-work drinkers had long since gone home. He and Leigh had come in about seven, after spending the day at the beach ogling beautiful women in bikinis. They were both in the last year of their apprenticeships, on the first day of the Christmas-New Year break. They had money, and the weather was great, and they had come to the pub just to play pool and have a few beers. Apart from them, there were a couple of older guys up the far end of the bar drinking quietly and playing darts. Other than these, the bar was empty. The idea of a fortnight of beer and beach and not having to get up early was a strong one in their young minds, and they had come into the pub in a happy mood, and set about playing pool and joking with the pretty barmaid (whom they had both gone to school with and whom Drew had once slept with after a party, but she was engaged now so there was no chance of her helping with the horniness that the day of ogling had produced in him) and talking about which beach to go to the next day. And then about seven-thirty she had come in, the beautiful woman. She looked somewhat out of place in that working-man's bar, but her demeanour showed she certainly didn't feel it. She was tallish, about five-eight, slim, with thick black hair, stylishly cut to just below her shoulders. She had a beautiful oval face; brown eyes, long eyelashes, a perfectly formed nose, and a mouth that said kiss me. Her outfit hinted at fine long legs, a tight bum, slim waist and medium sized breasts. Everything about her was beautiful, and the word that immediately came to mind when looking at her was 'class'. She was wearing a fashionably tightish black just-above-the-knee skirt, a pale pink blouse and flat-heeled sandals. When she came in she had stood at the door for a minute, looking around the nearly empty room, then walked to the bar near where Drew and Leigh were, sat on a stool and ordered a glass of white wine, itself an almost unheard of thing to drink in public bars in those days. The barmaid had stopped herself from smirking and gone off to get the drink. Drew and Leigh had spent about ten minutes concentratedly doing their best not to let her know they were looking at her, trying to focus on the pool game, and being careful not to appear young and silly. They guessed she was in her late twenties or early thirties, and her beauty eclipsed that of all the young women they had been ogling at the beach that day. "Ok if I have a game?" she startled them by asking, after that ten minutes of letting them look at her. At least they are not drooling, she thought, smiling to herself. "Course," Drew had answered immediately. Anything for an excuse to talk to someone so beautiful. In those days the custom was to put a coin on the edge of the table, signifying that you would play whoever 'owned' the table when that coin's turn came up. The beautiful woman knew the conventions, stood up and walked casually over to the table and put down a coin. All male eyes in the bar were focussed on her arse, and she knew it, but resisted the urge to wiggle. The game ended with Leigh the winner this time, and his heart leapt that here was something he had beaten Drew at, he would get to play against the beautiful woman first, and he almost swaggered back to the bar to sit and wait for her to break. She went over to the table after ordering another drink, put her money in, released the lever that let all the balls out, and set up the triangle. As was the custom, as the 'challenger', she broke, it was a good break, and it was obvious to the two young men that she knew what she was doing. And she did know what she was doing, in many ways. She had worked out from the way the two spoke to each other and to her that the tall thin one-Drew-was the dominant one in the friendship, and she also worked out very quickly that the shorter, medium built one-Leigh-was quite shy and uncertain. She let him win that first game. Over the next hour or so, they had all introduced themselves, become quite friendly, joking and being quite at ease with each other. Drew and Leigh made the most of whenever she was facing their way and stretched over the table to play a shot, getting glimpses of the tops of pale breasts in a pale green bra with pink lace edging, or the couple of times when, after sitting down, she had for a moment ignored the riding up of her skirt, giving them glimpses of white thighs, and at the top of them the same pale green fabric, the same pink lace edging, of panties tight over her crotch. Both young men had extreme difficulty not staring, and she knew it, and enjoyed that they were. That was the whole point of the evening after all. She had told them her name was Sonia. When they had gone off to the men's room-where after a brief discussion they had agreed that she wasn't a prostitute, something that had occurred to them at first until she had told them that she had her own interior design business which was going very well, as it was-Sonia surmised that they were discussing which of them would get the first try at making a move on her. That thought amused her-she wasn't sure which she wanted to take back to her car, though she was leaning towards the shy one, Leigh. She had a very good instinct for these things, and she sensed that she would be his first, and that added a new flavour to this, one of her increasingly frequent Random Fuck Nights. They had started several years ago, these nights, and increased in frequency with the increase in frequency of dickhead-husband's so called business trips. She looked at the clock on the wall, as she waited for Drew to set up the next game-she had just beaten Leigh and it was her table. Twenty to nine-twenty to eleven where he was: no doubt now in bed with his so-called research assistant. Each time he went away she would have one of these nights. She loved them. She would randomly pick a pub a reasonable distance from her home, one she had never been to before and would never go to again, one where she was confident she would be unknown, drive to it, pick up a nice-enough looking man-or, on an especially good night, a woman-go somewhere and fuck for a few hours, then drive home, relaxed and satisfied and proud of her adventuresomeness. She was thirty-two and loving her life. In those days the pubs shut at ten on week-nights, and Sonia figured it was getting close to the time to make some decisions. Drew, unaware of doing it, actually opened the window of opportunity for her. She went over to the table for her shot, and Drew asked her should they play for some sort of stake. He was by no means drunk-she would have left by now if they were-but he had had just enough to make him brave. "Like what," she said. "Oh I dunno...," and now his nerve seemed to fail him. He had been going to suggest that if he won they would go somewhere in his car and fuck-he was sure she was after some sort of sexual adventure, though not sure if that was just wishful thinking on his part-but he couldn't bring himself to say it, so he just mumbled, " maybe go for a drive somewhere...you and me..." Sonia arched her eyebrows and smiled at him, softly said, "Maybe," and went on with her shot at the table. Taking heart from the "Maybe" Drew concentrated as hard as he was able to, she seemed to be sticking close by him, the scent of her perfume was driving him crazy, such a subtle scent that suggested so much. He was willing that maybe to develop into something more certain, trying too hard, and Sonia beat him easily. They all sat back at the bar, and Sonia bought drinks for all of them. Drew was trying to get Leigh to go for a piss or something, but he wasn't getting the hints-or was he, and just ignoring them? You could never tell with Leigh. Leigh himself didn't want to leave his stool. They were seated in a kind of triangle, the two young men at the bar, and each time Sonia, who was sitting away from the bar, leant forward to either get her drink or put it back, she was giving Leigh especially a very good look down the front of her blouse, just as she intended, and he was the first of the two to get a glimpse of a full breast, even if it was covered in that pretty pink and green bra cup. Once he was sure he had seen a part of a dark pinkish-brown nipple against very white skin, and he swore at himself for his persistent shyness and awkwardness. She's showing me, he thought, and all I can do is sit here and stare. Drew, who was certain he had a very good chance with this beautiful woman, was by now fed up with subtlety, and after swallowing almost a whole glass in one gulp, leant to Sonia and said, "Would you like to go for a drive somewhere then? My car is outside." Sonia sat back on her stool, her back straight, looked ahead between the two of them, and said very softly, "Mm I dunno...two of you...just one of me. Is the problem." She laughed softly and gently, not wanting to sound unkind-after all, she had been virtually teasing them both for over an hour now. And that was when Leigh had blurted out, "You could do us both." And now Sonia sat in the toilet in the lounge bar trying to decide what to do. She had, she knew, three choices. She could go off with Drew, that would fulfil the aim of this Random Fuck Night, but it would mean having to say sorry to Leigh, which would hurt him, and she sensed that he had been hurt, emotionally at least, a lot in his life. The second choice was the easiest-leave the toilet, walk out of the Lounge Bar, and go home, where she would just have to declare this Random Fuck Night a failure, and masturbate herself to sleep. She didn't like failure, and she didn't like hurting vulnerable people. Which only left Leigh's suggestion, as crude and blunt as it had been. Have sex with both of them, and at that thought a hot tingle flashed through her belly and down to between her thighs. Why not? These nights were meant for adventure, and here was one she had never tried. Both of them, virile young men, both pretty good looking, fit (Drew's body especially hinted at hardness and muscle. Leigh was a bit, but only a little bit, chubby around the stomach, but that was ok) one after the other. Both of them young men, no doubt they wouldn't last long once they were inside her, but at their age they would be very capable of repeating their performances. The hot tingle had turned into a hot throbbing deep between her thighs. Yep, she decided, both of them. And the hot throbbing was accompanied by a hot flash of wetness. Serial sex, she decided, one after the other, over and over until she was satisfied. Fuck, this sounds good, were the words her mind formed, as she wiped her vulva carefully, stood and pulled her panties back up, flushed the toilet and went to the basin and washed her hands. Between her thighs little throbs pulsed rhythmically, as always happened for her when anticipation turned to decisiveness. She patted her lower belly through the skirt. Just be patient, Lady, it's going to happen. Back in the bar Drew had told Leigh he was going to have one more drink then go home. "I thought you were staying at my place," Leigh tried not to sound like he was whining, "so we could go straight to the beach in the morning. Mum's made up a bed for you and everything." Drew looked at his friend, tried to take the anger out of his face, but failed and said nothing, knowing he had gone too far and trying to defuse the awkwardness. So they were both totally surprised when Sonia re-joined them. She picked up the drink she had left on the bar, sat back on the stool, and took a sip. Then she looked at them both, feeling the tension between the two of them, understanding that they had been arguing, and that Leigh was probably the one the worse off. Angling her head so that she was still looking at them both, but more at Leigh-she wanted him to get the credit-she said very calmly, "Ok then, sounds like fun. Is there somewhere we can go? Beach maybe." She knew the beach was just a fifteen minute drive away. The two young men were both certain they had misheard. They looked at her; they looked at each other, incapable of saying anything for some moments. Then huge grins broke over both their faces, and she flicked her eyes down to the fronts of their jeans, seeing the bulges grow as she watched. "Don't suppose you have a blanket in your car?" she asked Drew, making sure she was sounding kind and gentle. "Why?" was all Drew could blurt out. Was she really serious? "So I don't get sand up my bum, silly," Sonia laughed, and put her hand on his arm, felt it trembling. "I got a beach towel, for tomorrow," and he was on the verge of trying to explain why he had a beach towel in his car before he realised it didn't matter why. "That'd be fine. Ok then," Sonia finished her drink and stood up, as always determined that on these nights especially she was the one in control. "Shall we get some drinks, for after...and during..." and she laughed softly, and took some money from her purse. She ordered half a dozen cans of beer and a half-bottle of white wine from the pretty young barmaid, ignored the odd look on her face (what a pity she can't join us, Sonia thought, ) and paid for the drinks, insisting that the now very, very eager-to-please young men put their wallets away. This was part of being in control, something Sonia always ensured on these nights of hers, it was all about her and her desires, and there was nothing negotiable about that. She let Leigh carry the drinks as they walked out to Drew's car, not getting close enough to either to allow holding of hands or anything like that. As experienced sexually as she was, this was new, and she was quite deep in thought about ensuring that neither of them would see himself as the preferred one. They were both going to fuck her, that's what they wanted, she was going to fuck both of them, that's what she wanted, and it was going to be on her terms. Drew opened the front passenger door of his car and held it open for Sonia, thus making it clear that he intended that she sit in the front with him, exiling Leigh to the back seat on his own. There was no central locking in cars in those days, but this didn't bother Sonia. When Drew went around to get in the driver's seat, Sonia leaned in, unlocked the back door on her side, and got in. Leigh went around and sat in the back seat on the other side. Drew wasn't happy, and Leigh tried not to grin to himself that the beautiful woman had chosen to sit in the back with him. Sonia's reasons for this became clear before they even left the car park. She moved over a little in the back seat, reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped Leigh's jeans. He moaned in surprise and fear at what this might mean. Drew didn't moan. "Hey," he almost yelled, when he heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being undone, and saw in the rear-vision mirror who had done it. "This ain't fair," and he made himself laugh to take away any sense that he might be yelling at her-the last thing he wanted now was for Sonia to get angry and change her mind. Sonia leant across and whispered gently in his ear, "Don't worry-you're the driver. At the beach you're first." And to show her good intentions, she flicked her tongue in his ear and kissed him on the cheek. Drew felt a hot trickle flash through his cock and knew he had spurted just a tiny bit of the fluid that had been insistently building since she had announced they were all going to the beach together. Sonia sat back down in the back seat very close to Leigh, and put her hand into his jocks. She felt a couple of sticky patches on the material, and knew that the young man had been having little spurts of ejaculation. She liked that. Her fingers curled around the shaft of his cock: it was hot and hard and he couldn't hold back little groans at the sensation of the warm skin of her hand on his cock, and his hips automatically pushed up, pressing himself into her hand. Sonia knew that her stroking would very quickly lead to things getting very sticky here in the back seat, and she was mindful of her clothing. To prevent that, but mainly because she really wanted to, she moved herself around so that she was kneeling on the back seat, lowered her head and closed her lips around the head of Leigh's cock, her tongue flicking around it and across the tip, licking at the little fluids that were already there. Her tongue then slid up and down his shaft, tasting him, then she closed her mouth around the head of it again and started sucking on it, moving her mouth down, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, feeling the head of it pressing into her cheek, the wetness on the tip, the hardness of him. His cock was about average length, it felt, but was quite thick, and between her thighs strong tingles anticipated how it would feel inside her. Leigh was trying very hard not to moan out loud, and failing. The warmth and wetness of her mouth around his cock was wonderful, the pressure of her lips on the skin was becoming too much to bear almost, and the way her tongue flicked across and over the head of his cock was a feeling he knew he would remember always. He couldn't stop his hand from reaching under her, into her blouse, his hand brushed the soft green fabric of her bra, and he put his hand inside it, cupped a beautiful firm breast, recalled what a girl had once told him about not jerking or squeezing too hard ( 'It's not a lemon,' she had hissed) and he closed his fingers around it, holding it, feeling the hardness of her nipple against the palm of his hand, wondering could he pull her skirt back and up and feel in there, decided not to, and let his hand enjoy the soft firmness of her breast against his skin. He heard Sonia moan softly around his cock, and he hoped she liked the way he was touching her. But now Leigh's mind started to lose what capacity for rational thought it had left, as Sonia's lips tightened more around his cock and she sucked harder up and down the shaft, her tongue lapping at the tip of it and tasting the clear neutral fluid that was now dribbling from it. She liked the way Leigh was cupping her breast, more gently than she had expected when his hand first went into her bra. There was dampness between her thighs now, a lot of it, and she was squeezing them together. She lifted her mouth from Leigh's cock, licked across the head of it again and again, then, as he moaned loudly, just in time she closed her mouth around the hot head of his cock , and a stream of hot wetness splashed against the roof of her mouth, Leigh bucked and another stream splashed into Sonia's mouth, then another, and as Leigh collapsed back onto the seat one last little trickle dribbled into her mouth, and her mouth was full of the hot thick wetness from him, and she gulped, and gulped again, felt some of it dribbling over her lips to her chin, and she gulped again, taking the last of it down her throat, savouring the bittersweetness of it, the texture and the smell always so wonderful. And this time, so much of it. And between her thighs a lightning flash of excitement that this was the first of a number of servings of the delicious thick fluids that would be erupting into her body in the next few hours. That was her plan anyway. Sonia's RF Night Sonia sat back up, taking Leigh's hand from her bra gently, and smiling at him, even though it was dark. She heard Leigh gulp, his breathing all over the place, and she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, leant her head and kissed his cheek, whispered in his ear, "That was nice," smiled at his "Oh yeahhhh," reply, then climbed through the gap between the two front bucket seats and sat herself in the front passenger seat. Drew had failed miserably in his attempts to ignore what had been going on in the back seat, and told himself several times that it was just as well it was late on a Monday night. They were about halfway to the beach by now, and so far they had been the only car on the long road that wove through several residential and then light industrial suburbs down towards the coast. His cock had not been able to ignore the sounds from the back seat either, and his jocks were sticky from a fairly large spurt of excited wetness. He was feeling quite annoyed that Leigh was obviously having so much fun, but trying very hard not to let his quick temper cause him to say anything that might spoil whatever was going to happen once they got to the beach. She had said he would be first. Sedans were quite spacious in those days, and Sonia, settled in the front seat, acted immediately to assuage Drew's annoyance. She leant over and undid his jeans. "Try to concentrate on the road," she laughed softly, as her hand curled around Drew's cock this time, and she bent her head and kissed the tip of it, wet and sticky from his reaction to what she had done for Leigh. She smiled to herself-this was so great, this reaction of these two young men to her, she had complete control of them, she knew that. Sonia's hand gently lifted Drew's cock from his jocks, and she looked at it in the lights from the dashboard. It was a lot longer than any cock she had experienced (not ridiculous blue movie-there was no internet in those days-long, but still very long). My cervix is going to get a pounding tonight, flashed through her mind, as harder and stronger tingles flashed through her lower belly and between her thighs, her cunt pulsating now with anticipation (yes, my Lady C, this is going to be great). There was space between the steering wheel and Drew's belly for her head, and Sonia leant and kissed the tip of his cock, then put her lips around it and sucked softly. It was thinner than Leigh's, and its length and hardness and thinner-ness in her hand made her think for some reason of a metal spike, and again there was the flash of wet heat in her cunt, and her thighs trembled and her mouth sucked harder at the head of Drew's cock, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, firmer now and faster, and whenever her tongue flicked across the tip she tasted wetness, and knew he was very close, and there was a building between her own thighs, and she squeezed them together, and sucked harder at the head of Drew's cock. Drew was having a lot of trouble keeping the car going straight, and in the back seat Leigh stroked himself, his shaft wet with Sonia's saliva and aching with the pleasure of what she had done, and with a new growing hardness. He leant over the back of the front seat, saw her head moving up and down on his best friend's cock, and kept reminding himself that this was really happening. With the tightness of Sonia's lips around his cock, and the heat of her hand sliding up and down it, and the tight pain in his whole lower body as the pressure reached its highest, Drew gave up on driving, pulled the car to the side of the deserted road, kept his foot on the brake, arched his back, groaned very loudly, and released a stream of hot wet fluid into Sonia's mouth. She gagged a little at the force of it, it was sweeter than Leigh's, she gulped and gulped again, her gulping trying to keep up with the streams of heat erupting from Drew's cock into her mouth, she gasped and swallowed again and again, and then finally, with Drew pressing one hand in her hair, and grunting softly, finally the streams of his fluid stopped, and there was one last little spurt, Sonia swallowed it, and sat back up, aware also that in time with his orgasm she had had what she always called one of her mini-orgasms. "Wow," she said softly, and sat up in the front seat, silently trying to control her breathing, rapid and uneven from a combination of her own orgasm and the repeated swallowing of all that had burst into her mouth from Drew's cock. She squeezed her thighs together, and felt the hints of wet stickiness in her panties. Drew put the car back in gear, wanting to rest where they were for a bit, but wanting even more to get to the beach as quickly as possible. She fucking near sucked my cock off, was his thought as he steered back out into the road, not bothering to do himself up, pleased that his cock was exposed, twitching still, half-hard, and he was proud of it, proud that she could see it, proud that she had said Wow, and as he thought again that they were near the beach, and that she had made it plain what was going to happen, his cock hardened more, and he wanted to sing. In the back seat, Leigh stifled a little moan as his cock insisted on coming again, it went all over his hand, and he carefully wiped it off onto his jeans, not caring that they were now as sticky as his jocks. Despite the two orgasms, his cock would not relax, and in his mind the only thoughts were Is this really going to be the night? Finally? And he desperately tried not to let ideas about him doing something wrong, and stuffing it all up again, rise to the surface, because he knew that as soon as his nerves and fear of failure took over, everything always went wrong. To him it seemed that the last few kilometres to the beach took forever. Drew was feeling brave in the front seat. His cock stood proudly, and he knew Sonia was looking at it every now and again. For her part, Sonia was resisting the temptation to put her hand between her thighs, she wanted to masturbate, she needed to come now! Her body screamed, but something held her back, and finally they pulled into the deserted car park of one of the city's many fine beaches. "Dare ya not to do yourself up," she said with a giggle, grabbing her bag and getting out of the car. "You're on. What do I win?" Drew asked, getting out, his rigid cock bouncing happily in front of him. "You'll see," was the only clue Sonia would give him. "Don't forget the towel." Leigh was out of the car, holding the drinks, and trying not to get too close to her. He was afraid he would appear too insistent, and she would change her mind and say no, like all the others. She moved around to the front of the car, taking Leigh's hand as she did so, leading him. Drew had quickly checked that all the doors were locked, and walked to the front of the car also. He had done up the button of his jeans, but not the zip, and his erection stood out proudly. "You too," Sonia spoke softly to Leigh, letting go of his hand and reaching for his zip. Leigh at first had been unable to take his eyes from Drew's cock. Years of football change rooms and swimming and sleepovers meant they had often seen each other naked, but this was the first time Leigh had ever seen his friend's cock in full erection, and it hit him in the stomach that maybe this was why girls always said no to him-he was too small. A shudder of humiliation shook him, and he almost pushed Sonia's hand away. He was going to be laughed at again. "It's ok," Sonia whispered to him, "he's bigger than usual. Your cock is lovely." And to back that up she unzipped Leigh's jeans and deftly took his softening cock from his jocks. He hardened instantly at the touch of the warm soft skin of her hand, which closed around his shaft. She reached out with her other hand, fingers curling around Drew's cock, and, holding a cock in each hand, she started walking off the car-park into the sand dunes. The young men had no option but to follow, no wish but to follow, no other thought than to follow. Sonia felt a drip of warm onto her left hand, and smiled comfortingly at Leigh. His cock had let out a little spurt, the warmth of her hand on it was overwhelming, and he wondered if when she had sucked it she had not turned on some tap that was causing hotness to continually stream through his cock, resulting in these little eruptions that felt so good, and which she didn't seem to mind at all. She is really is going to let me, he exulted, resisting the urge to thrust his hips at her hand. On her right Drew was whistling happily, forcing himself not to look at Leigh's dick, not to let his mind indulge in the fantasies he had sometimes had about it. Sonia led them both gently along a path until she saw a break in the dunes just short of the beach itself. She looked in and saw that it led to a kind of little valley in the dunes, and it was perfect for what she wanted. Not on the beach, and concealed in the very unlikely event that anyone else might be around that late on a Monday evening. It was a beautiful evening, cloudless and warm. The sea-breeze had not come in that day, meaning tomorrow would be very hot, but it was perfect for now. Warm and still and calm. Not far away, across the empty expanse of beach, the sea lapped softly and gently at the shore. Sonia let go of two very hard cocks, and walked slowly to the far edge of the little valley. Drew and Leigh followed of course. She put down her bag, and took the towel from Drew's shoulder, laying it down flat on the soft white sand. Here goes, she thought, her belly trembling, her cunt twitching it seemed. Turning to face the two young men, Sonia kicked her sandals onto the sand, and began unbuttoning her blouse. She watched them as she slowly undid it, one button at a time. Their eyes did not move from her as she opened the blouse, shrugged her arms out of it and bent to lay it carefully on the sand at what would be her head end of the towel. As she bent, the boys eyes focussed on the tops of her breasts ( I already know what they feel like, Leigh thought) as more and more of them became visible as the cups of her bra parted from the flesh of her breasts. Then she stood back up, pressing her breasts out in front of her and reached back and unhooked the pretty green bra, dropping it carefully onto her blouse. She stood facing the two young men, her breasts-she knew she had very fine breasts-jutting out at them, medium and firm, dark pink nipples erect at the apex of each breast, pointing straight at them invitingly. She heard them both gasp softly as they stood staring at her. "Come on guys," she said softly, "I'm not going to be the only one naked here, am I?" Leigh got the message first, kicked off his thongs, put the little box of drinks down carefully on the sand, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Drew followed suit, never taking his eyes from those beautiful tits. Once the two young men were bare-chested in front of her-two beautiful naked, hairless chests, Drew's upper body especially flat and hard, Leigh with a hint of a small roll of fat around his stomach, Sonia reached down and unzipped her skirt, pushing at the waist band and letting it fall to the sand. Another gasp as their eyes focussed on the soft green panties, brief and tight across her mound, in the moonlight hints of the darkness of her bush beneath the fabric. Above them a little rounded belly, slim waist, then the rise of those breasts, moving softly up and down as her breathing quickened a little at a sharper awareness of what she was so shortly about to do-not about to let happen, an important distinction-but was about to make happen. Keeping her eyes first on Drew's flat belly, then Leigh's not quite so flat one, she hooked her thumbs into the hip-band of her panties and very slowly moved it down over her mound, her dark black curls showing more and more as she pushed her panties down slowly, letting their eyes take it all in. They were standing at the other end of the towel from her, and in the stillness of the warm evening she heard them trying to control their gasps. Sonia paused for a moment when the panties were at the top of her thighs, trim thighs from her frequent running, the bunching up of the fabric hiding her aroused clit, just for now keeping from their view the folds of her labia. Then with another reassuring smile at them, she bent a little and pushed the pretty green panties down over her thighs and below her knees. The boys gasped again as they watched the fall of those beautiful breasts as she bent over. "You're really pretty Sonia," Leigh said softly, his voice hoarse with his excitement. He ignored the look Drew gave him; surely saying that was not wrong. "Thank you Leigh," Sonia said gently, liking his admiration of her body, liking his nervous gentleness. As she said so she wiggled her legs and the panties slid over her calves and fell around her feet. She stepped out of them and stood completely naked before the admiring young men, watching their cocks jiggle as they stripped themselves of their jeans and jocks. Sonia stood naked before them, her feet slightly apart. Drew's eyes raced up and down, her breasts, her belly, the triangle of black hairs contrasted in the moonlight against her pale skin, the space between the tops of her thighs, her clit poking from the curls and then the curving under and away to what lay between those beautiful legs. Leigh's eyes followed the same path up and down, his cock spitting little drops, looking at her more slowly than Drew was, appreciating her beauty. Sonia looked admiringly at two fit, naked young men who obviously spent a lot of time at the beach, the darkness of their bellies and thighs contrasted with the paleness of the skin around two unruly clumps of pubic hair, and reaching out from those clumps of hair two hard cocks, rock hard, at more than nine o'clock, despite the rules of gravity, both of them twitching softly in rhythm with the excitement of their owners. This is it Sonia thought, deep inside her trembling violently now, hot streaks flashing from her cunt all through her body, as she sat down on the towel, arranged her bum so she was in the middle of it, then lay back, her feet apart, her knees raised and together just for now. She was surprised at how close she already felt, the anticipation of what she was about to do feeding her body's excitement. Twice each, she said to herself again, straight after each other, and the differentness of it, the adventuresomeness of it, the daringness of it, sparked new and stronger flashes and tingles low in her belly, sparking through her cunt, she could feel her lips, the little inner wings opening, and a spurt of excitement raced through her cunt. "Drew," she said very softly, letting her knees fall apart, opening herself, letting them see all the beauties of what was between her pretty thighs. Drew gulped audibly and knelt down between her legs, trembling inside. Such was his nature that even up to this point he had not been fully convinced that she was serious about this, but now here he was kneeling between her thighs, looking intently between them, his cock bouncing with exhilaration at the closeness of where it wanted to be. As he lowered himself over Sonia, her hand went between their bellies and closed around the shaft of Drew's cock. Leigh wasn't sure what was expected of him now. He wanted to kneel by her head, kiss her and fondle those beautiful firm breasts again, but he knew this would make Drew angry. Should he turn away, go for a little walk? What should he do? He wanted to grab one of the cans of beer; he wanted to grab his cock and stroke it so hard until all the excitement spurted out of him. What was he meant to do? "I want you straight after Drew ok?" Sonia said softly, and Leigh, as clouded as his mind was, grasped that he had to stay near. Drew pressed his cock against the palm of Sonia's hand, pushing his hips, insistent. He could feel the skin of the insides of her thighs against his, the tip of his cock brushed her thigh, then he felt the soft warm wetness of her entrance as Sonia guided him to her. Around the head of his cock now he felt a warm wet tightness, and he realised he was inside her, and her hand had let go and was now in his hair, as the head of his cock savoured the sensations of her entrance around it and he pressed his hips and his cock moved further into her, he felt her opening for him. Sonia felt herself opening as Drew pressed further into her, the sensation of being penetrated. She closed her thighs against his, hoping to control his haste, but it was pointless, and she let out a little gasp as Drew thrust the full length of himself into her, her walls opening as he pressed all the way in. His hips had taken control of him now and he pushed hard into Sonia, again his young man's urgency dominating him, ignoring the body beneath him. The heat inside him, that aching surge that had taken control of him, his lower belly, his cock, his hips, as soon as he had felt the warm moist tightness of her around him. He pressed into her, withdrew a little and pressed again, and again, his force causing Sonia's arse to slide on the towel, causing her to let out little "Ah" noises each time his cock pushed its full length into her, filling her. "Gently," she whispered in his ear, wincing as another deep thrust jammed into her. She liked how it felt, though he was so long it hurt a little, but that was ok, it was a pleasing hurt, but he was going very fast, and she knew this wasn't going to last much longer. Leigh watched fascinated, listening to Sonia's little "Ah"s and his friends rhythmic grunting, becoming more rapid now already, he could hear the slapping of Drew's thighs against Sonia, their rapid breathing, to him unfamiliar little slurping sounds from there where Drew's cock met Sonia's cunt. He was holding his own cock, trying not to stroke it. "Uh!..Uh! ...Ah fuck...," Drew went and then his body stiffened even more, back arched up and then with a loud "Ohhhhhh!" and a little yelp from Sonia, Drew's body seemed to convulse, his hips jerked again, and he was still, resting his weight on his hands, panting, looking down at Sonia. Beneath him she clenched her cunt tight at his cock, wanting to hold him in, strangely disappointed that although she had not been expecting him to last long, part of her had hoped he would, and she recalled how it had been when she was their age, all those young men who had left her feeling like she did now, almost but not quite satisfied, her mind and all the muscles of her lower body crying out for a release that had usually only come much later, at home alone in her bed. She had felt the warmth radiate through her body from the hot eruption of his fluids into her cunt, and she wanted it to last longer, she wanted more of it. Drew slumped down onto Sonia, and she felt the hardness of his muscular body, his belly rigid against her softer one, his chest hot and hard on her breasts. He pushed his chest down on her, savouring the feeling of her nipples and tits against his skin. He pressed his lips to hers, and for a moment she let his tongue into her mouth, his heavy breathing feeling hot on her face. Again she squeezed her cunt around his cock, felt him spasm on top of her, another, smaller, spurt of hot wetness into her, then her thighs fell open. "Leigh's turn," she whispered to him, feeling his cock returning to full hardness already, "then you straight after ok?" Drew grunted "yeah" and lifted himself from her, his mind clouded but liking very much the sensations of his cock as he withdrew from her. Legs trembling, he stood and walked over to where the drinks were. This was surely a night to remember. "Leigh," Sonia said softly, and he needed no second invitation. He walked the few steps to the towel, his legs unsteady, and knelt between her thighs. He looked down at her in the moonlight, trying to absorb everything he could see and remember it forever. This was actually the first time he had seen a naked woman close up-sure, there had been plenty of gropings and fondlings in the dark, and that one time at that party last summer when that girl they'd gone to school with, Faith, had stripped off completely and run around the back yard giggling, her small breasts half-bouncing as she ran, until one of the more confident guys had grabbed her hand and taken her inside, and his strutting half an hour later had made it perfectly clear to everyone what had happened in there with Faith. Sonia's RF Night But Leigh himself had never seen a woman naked this close. His eyes moved from her beautiful breasts, the nipples dark against the pale skin of the lovely mounds, a hint of her ribs under her breasts, her belly, the darker splash of hair against the pale skin, then he looked closely between her legs, the protruding little clitoris, the darker flesh of the lips of her cunt, a glistening on them, and a spurt jumped from his cock onto Sonia's thigh in response to his admiration of all this beauty. There is so much there, he thought, in such a small space, and it is so beautiful. "Sorry," he said softly, a tremor in his voice. "It's ok," Sonia whispered back, her hand closing around Leigh's cock, pulling him towards her. As he lay down over her, as he felt the tightness of her entrance around the head of his cock, she added, "Getting all sticky is part of the fun." And she giggled as she put her hands on Leigh's back and pulled him down onto her, liking the feel of his chest on her breasts. Then she almost grunted, softly, as Leigh's hips took over from his mind and he thrust into her, he was thicker than Drew and she felt her lips and walls stretching as his cock parted her and moved into her, and it felt great, and the levels of tension in her muscles raised, and her mind became just that little bit more cloudy. To Leigh it felt as if her cunt had acted like a vacuum cleaner, sucking his cock up into it, tight and hot and wet around his shaft, and he moaned with delight, finally I am doing it, he thought, and withdrew and thrust again, and again. "I'm your first aren't I?" Sonia whispered in his ear, raising her hips, her back arching to meet his thrusts, pressing back at him. When he nodded she whispered, "It's ok, I won't say anything. Take it slow...feel it all...oh" And Leigh liked that little "oh" and he forced himself to slow down, he withdrew as slowly as he could, then pressed back in, as slowly as he could, pressed all the way into her, felt his balls banging on her bum, still amazed at how tight it all felt around his cock, his cock that was aching now, that had never seemed so hot, that felt as if the skin of his shaft was just not big enough to contain all that his cock was, and felt like it wanted to split open, and let his cock explode inside her. Sonia clenched at his cock, squeezing and pulling at it each time he moved into her, feeling her tension rise and rise and wanting to come with him, trying to control what was happening to him. With each thrust into her she went, "Oh...oh...oh..." Drew listened as each "Oh" told him what was happening, as he stood to one side, watching his friend's arse moving up and down as Leigh went in then out of Sonia. He had a beer in one hand, and his other hand was slowly stroking his cock, watching and listening, trying not to come again too soon, but wanting, as he had wanted to for so long, to spray his come all over Leigh's arse and back, but tonight was not the night for that, and in amongst all the good feelings of what was happening, he felt a twinge of sadness. Sonia's hips were thrusting back at Leigh now, the pressure all through her body was demanding release, and she was nearly there, but Leigh was a young man, and his attempts to stay very slow were overruled by his hips and his cock, and he could wait no longer, his cock hurt, it wanted to escape from the skin it was in and with a grunt that he wished he hadn't made, he raised his back, then thrust full length back into Sonia, and all the heat flooded through his cock and out of it and gushed into Sonia's cunt and she reacted to the wash of wet heat into her with a cry and she gripped her thighs to Leigh's, but it was too late, and he had collapsed trembling onto her, and his breathing was racing, and he felt so good, and knew he might never feel this good again. Sonia let Leigh lie there on top of her for some seconds-he was heavier than Drew-then she whispered in his ear, "Get hard again while Drew is doing it, then get back on top of me." And she loved how 'slutty' that sounded, but there was nothing slutty about this, this was exactly how she had wanted it to be, back there at the pub when she had decided this was what she was going to do. Leigh lifted himself from Sonia, supporting himself on his hands and knees and crawled off her and to where the drinks were, his mind focussing on how it had felt when his cock had dropped from Sonia's cunt, the funny little plopping sound. "Drew," Sonia called softly, and he looked down at Leigh on his hands and knees, his head not all that far from his cock, and he wondered could he ever get it into Leigh's mouth, and anger moved in him at the realisation that that would probably never happen, and he felt angry now, and annoyed that Sonia had been making different noises with Leigh than she had been with him, and he knew what those noises were, and he put his beer on the sand, and went over and knelt between Sonia's legs, angry at her and angry at Leigh. He didn't wait for her hand this time, but lay down over her, and pressed the tip of his cock at her body, sure it would find her entrance. It did, and Sonia gasped as Drew rather roughly thrust himself his full length into her, and started moving in her, each inward thrust forceful and hard and determined to smash at the very end of her. Sonia felt his anger, had no idea what may have caused it, her body responding to his force, though she had wanted to keep her orgasm for Leigh, but doubting now if she could hold on, wanting to explode herself and wanting to placate Drew's anger, whatever its cause. As Drew thrust deep into her, she put her hands to his head and pulled his face to hers, pressed her mouth against his, pushed her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around in there and fucking his mouth with her tongue just as he was fucking her cunt with his cock, and it did feel really good, and she whispered, "Oh yes... Drew...fuck me...fuck me... fuck it..." And Drew responded and his anger subsided as he felt the tightness of her, the hot thickness of her breathing into his mouth, the pressure of her legs now wrapped around his, and he slowed a bit, pressing into her, pressing deep in and pausing, feeling all the wetness around his cock, relishing that some of that wetness was from Leigh, and he let himself feel it, then withdrew and pressed in again and again, his tongue wrestling with Sonia's tongue, he slid his hands under her back and down under the cheeks of her arse, he squeezed them very hard, Sonia moaned and clutched at his back, her back arched, her arse off the towel, "Oh fuck...Drew...oh yes...oh, oh, oh". Drew felt her coming under him, felt her body tightening and tightening as she thrust her cunt back at his cock as it plunged again and again into her , slamming into her now, and then his grunts turned to shouts and the hot wet streaked through his cock, erupted into Sonia and she replied with a violent tremor of her own, she bucked under him, he felt a wash of extra wetness around his cock, and then he collapsed onto her trembling body, holding his cock in her, feeling the tightness of her cunt gripping at his cock, keeping him in, and he kissed her again, and she moaned, and her body shuddered under him one more time, then went limp, collapsing back onto the towel, her legs dropping down and away from Drew and she sighed a soft, very satisfied sigh. "That was so good Drew," she whispered, and inside her felt Drew's still nearly erect cock leap, and it was in his personality to feel triumphant that she had said that to him, not to Leigh, but to him. Sonia lifted her body a little, signalling she wanted Drew to get off her, and in his triumph he lifted himself from her, and, as Leigh did, crawled off Sonia and knelt beside the towel, not moving away to the end of it as he had done after his first time, and he stretched out to his beer, and picked it up and took a deep gulp in celebration. Leigh put his drink down, and walked over and again knelt between Sonia's open legs, again looked down at that beautiful part of her, taking in the droplets of moistness that clung to the hairs around her entrance, and were sliding very slowly down the skin of her thighs. At first he had been puzzled by the new noises she had made that time with Drew, and by the violent movements of her body under his friend, but then it had dawned on him that she was having an orgasm, and he had to stretch back into his memory to when one of the kinder girls who had let him put his hand in her undies had explained to him that girls also felt huge pleasure, if things were done right. She had been too polite to tell him that he hadn't done things right, and he had never appreciated the reactions of the few girls he had touched in that way to what he was doing. Certainly none of them had ever reacted in the way Sonia had just been. So this, he thought, was just one more thing he wasn't very good at. But his cock overruled any feelings of self-pity he may have been feeling, and he lowered himself onto Sonia, her fingers again closing around his shaft and guiding him towards her. Sonia was feeling a little tender there now, and she was also feeling fully satisfied (which didn't always happen on these Random Fuck nights) but she had told herself she would take each of them twice, and she knew it would devastate Leigh if she were to say that she had had enough. (And anyway, it was a pleasant tender hurting she was feeling, reminding her a little of how it used to feel when she was spanked by one of her female lovers at Uni, Janet had been her name, and she used to make her come just by spanking her.) She guided Leigh's cock to her entrance, and he started moving in her straight away. The extra warmth, and the amazing thickness of the moisture inside her, aroused him out of his feeling of inadequacy, and he moved deep in her, trying to keep it slow, pressing in, pushing, savouring all the sensations as his shaft slid in and back down her cunt, and soon he felt nothing but the pleasure of being in her again, and he put his mouth to Sonia's and her lips parted and her tongue pressed at his and the thick scents of her breath mingled in his brain with the new scents around them, scents that had appeared when Drew had been in her. Sonia thrust her hips back at Leigh and new sensations began to take hold of her. She sensed she was about to come again, and her mind was clouding at the pressure rebuilding inside her, pressures which had only just begun to subside when Drew had withdrawn from her, and Leigh had re-entered her. "Oh...yes..." she whispered into Leigh's mouth, and her legs raised higher and wrapped around Leigh's, her heels digging into the backs of his knees. "Blow me away darling," she gasped, and Leigh's mind reeled at her calling him darling, and instinctively he knew that she meant for him to do to her what Drew had apparently done, and she wanted him to do that, and was saying that she believed he could. His hips moved of their own accord now, pushing his cock deep into Sonia, she letting out a little "Ah!" each time he moved back into her, feeling the thickness of his cock stretching her walls as he pressed in, he feeling the tightness of her around him, his fuzzy mind trying to focus on how wet it all felt, it was incredibly wet, and the heat, the heat around his cock was so intense it was painful, a hot burning pain that he wanted to last forever. With each thrust into her, Sonia's own hips reacted by pushing up at him, a fleshy slapping sound as her thighs met his, and now she couldn't think at all, it was thrust and push and the slapping of his thighs against her, the slapping of his balls against her arse, the slurping noises of her cunt as it opened and closed around the thick shaft of his cock as he pounded-that was the only word for it-into her, and somewhere in her mind the knowing that she had never been so wet between her legs. Drew watched all this fascinated, his own cock jumping with each thrust of Leigh's into Sonia's cunt, each leap causing a little spit to pop from his cock, he put his spare hand out, pressed it between their two bodies, clutched at her breast, squeezed it, "Oh...yes" Sonia groaned as he squeezed, the back of his hand enjoying the feel of Leigh's chest scraping almost as much as the palm of it was enjoying the firm softness of Sonia's tit, and he gulped at his beer, watched as a spurt of his fluid jumped all the way from his cock onto Leigh's arm. Leigh felt that and it registered with his mind in the same way that he could feel the spurts against his balls and thighs that were shooting out of Sonia's cunt with a new frequency and rapidity. Again it seemed to him that the skin of his cock was not big enough for it, his dick wanted to split wide open, all of him wanted to erupt from the whole length of his cock at once, and he could not contain the grunts he wanted to make, he grunted into Sonia's mouth, not shouting as Drew had done-he was too shy for that-but grunting over and over as the pressure in his body became too much, and his brain collapsed in surrender to the urgings of his cock. Under him, Sonia was bucking wildly up at him, her hips thrusting up, her back and arse arched completely off the towel, Drew's fingers digging into her tit, Leigh's cock stretching her and opening her and taking her away, far away, to a place of piercing, aching ecstasy and her mouth pulled away from Leigh and just went "Oh...fuck...fuck..." repeatedly and unthinkingly. Drew's eyes never left Sonia's hips as they grew wilder and wilder, and then the soft sounds of the waves down at the shore and the gentle sounds of the night breeze were all overwhelmed by a piercing scream of "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" which went on for seconds and seconds and seconds as Sonia came again, and her thighs squeezing at Leigh's, and her cunt clasping at his cock, and he grunted a long "Ohhh fuckkkkkkk..." and with one last violent spasm Sonia shuddered again and again, and then collapsed onto the towel, her legs dropped from around Leigh, and she was gasping for air, Leigh flat on top of her, gasping too, and from Drew's cock a long hot stream of his come sprayed onto Sonia's flank, and some of it onto Leigh's hip, and neither of them minded at all. With a gentle push at Leigh's shoulders, Sonia hinted and he understood and rolled off her and lay on his back beside her, on the other side from where Drew sat looking at them both. For several minutes there was a special silence now, as Sonia and Leigh both gradually calmed, their breathing slowing and again Drew could hear the sounds of the water and the wind. He looked intently at them, knowing their eyes were closed. He looked at Sonia's beautiful firm breasts as they rose and fell as her breathing calmed, at her pale belly doing the same, at her hip bones jutting up, at the dark patch of hair at the base of her belly, at her thighs, open and trembling, open as if she was trying to funnel the breeze up to her cunt to cool it down. He looked also at Leigh, at his belly, at his cock, half relaxed now and twitching gently on his belly, at his friend's pubic hair, matted with the fluids that had spurted out of Sonia, at his friend's balls, at his thighs, trembling also. Then Sonia sat up, raising her knees, keeping them apart though. Drew leant towards her and kissed the nipple of her right breast. She sighed and said softly, "Not yet. I need a drink." And Drew didn't fail to notice the significance of that "Not yet". Did it mean she was going to let him do it again? Sonia wondered the same thing as she gratefully watched him crawl to the drinks, taking out a wine and two more cans of beer. Was she going to let them do it again? I've just been fucked four times in quick succession, she thought. It was wonderful, an experience she was never going to forget, or regret. Again? She was feeling very tender. Even the little kiss Drew had planted on her nipple had caused her whole body to tremble mildly. It seemed just then as if every little millimetre of her body was an erogenous zone, ready to react to the slightest stimulation. Wow, she thought, this has been amazing. Out loud, she said, "Thanks," as Drew handed her the half bottle of wine. She took a sip, and gazed out at the sea. Under her bum, the towel noticeably wet with the juices that had flowed from her cunt as if somewhere deep inside her a tap had been turned on. The insides of her thighs felt sticky and warm, and she savoured the feelings of twitchings and pulsings deep between them. She also watched intrigued as Drew had squatted himself beside Leigh, and glided the bottom of the cold beer can across the skin of his friend's cock, and up across his stomach and chest. "Hey," Leigh had laughed, sitting up, taking the can and drinking deeply from it. Oh really? wondered Sonia, now there was something worth exploring. Perhaps it might be worthwhile breaking her rule, and meeting up with these two again. Again there was silence as the three of them enjoyed their drinks and the memories of what had just occurred between them. Sonia looked at them both. She actually now felt like going home, and was thinking how to achieve that without spoiling the mood that they were all sharing. Drew obviously wanted to do it again, which meant she would have to let Leigh as well, and she wasn't sure that Lady C was up to taking another two poundings like she had just had. "I need to pee," she said, putting the little bottle down on the sand and standing up, very carefully, and not too steadily. As she walked just as unsteadily down to the water's edge, she heard soft footsteps in the sand behind her. She stopped and turned and it was Drew who was following her. "You want to watch me pee?' she laughed, and continued walking. "Can I?" he asked; here was something he had always wanted to do but no girl had ever let him. "Sure," she replied, and he appreciated the kindness in her tone. "Why not?" And here again was something new to Sonia. She and Janet, all those years ago, had played pissing games, but she had never done it in front of a man. New tingles sparked in her stomach, and she was a little surprised to feel desire surging in her again. She stopped at the water's edge and squatted down, steadying her feet under her and spreading her thighs. The gentle breeze on her still aroused and agitated vulva was very soothing. Drew stood close to her, just by her knee, looking down at the black triangle of hair and the swollen lips between her thighs. His cock leapt as a little stream darted from between those lips, then there was a very short pause, and then an amazing long stream gushed out, arcing up then down again, Sonia's piss hitting the sand a metre from her lips. The stream seemed to go on forever. "Wow," Drew laughed, "you could beat most guys." And his sense that he might have been crude was allayed by her laughter. "There's more," she giggled, and out of mischievousness she turned herself and arched up so that the next stream, almost as strong as the first, spattered against Drew's legs. He laughed, loving the heat of her piss on his skin, and the kinky taboo-ness of what they were doing. "Like that?" Sonia asked. "Yeah I do," he replied, not moving, waiting to see what she was going to do next. Her reply to that was one more smaller, but just as hot, spray of her piss onto his foot, then she stood. "Thanks," he said. "You're welcome," was her reply, and thought how odd it was to thank someone for pissing on them. But then, she recalled, she used to thank Janet for just that thing. They stood close, looking out at the water, Sonia sensing that Drew wanted to say something, and knowing what it was. "This has been such a great night," he said softly, a gentleness in his voice Sonia had not heard him use before.