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The Ffitch Nortons

By: RickyRooster



Notes for the Reader

This is my second submission to Literotica. This story is intended as the first tale in a series describing the sexual experiences of a young man through University and his relationship with a hedonistic family with whom he becomes more than acquainted.

There are some elements of my real experiences woven into the series but overall it is a work of sexual fantasy.

All characters depicted in this series of stories are fictional. Any likeness to any real persons is purely coincidental.

All characters depicted in this series of stories are 18yrs of age or older.

The stories contain descriptions of gay sex, that is, male with male and female with female, group sex, incest [possibly] cross dressing, mild BDSM and other fetishes.

Thank you for reading.

Chapter 1; The Beginnings

My name is George and it all began at University. I've started this multi chaptered tale in that fashion because I feel that this, for me, is like attending an addicts meeting and after twenty three years I can finally get it all off my chest

Actually, if I'm honest it really began two years earlier. That's when the first seed of what would become a veritable forest of debauchery was 'planted in my brain' if I may be so Garfunkel-ish.

It was the end of our school days. Summer. The last week in July in fact. We were eighteen years old. We were men - or so we thought. We were young, fit, virile men. And to celebrate the end of school for ever, the beginning of University life and to test and express our virility and manhood a small group of six from the football team were going on holiday to the Costa Del Sol. 

The night before our departure we all met at a local pub full of youthful exuberance, excited about our holiday and trying to outdo each other with tales of how we were going to cut a swathe through the bikini clad young ladies who we had been told were gathering in Spain in their thousands. We were soon full of rather mature alcohol and in a rare flash of maturity we decided not to go clubbing but to get home, get to bed and get up early enough and sober enough to make our flight.

I couldn't wait to get there. Freedom. Sexual freedom. I had been promised sun, sand, sea and sex with as many, almost naked, nubile lovelies as I could manage in seven days. I used to blush just thinking of the word sexual. I had been brought up in a strict Catholic family and attended a strict Catholic Grammar School. I had had girlfriends of course and was no longer a virgin due to my one successful bout of lovemaking sexual wrestling. This makes what happened next all the more surprising.

My friend John was staying with me at my parents' house to make it easier to meet up and get to the airport in the morning. It was a four bedroomed house in a nice suburb. Resolutely middle class. However, my sister was due home from University the next day and she was bringing a friend home with her. Mum had made up the spare room for her and didn't want any dirty boys using the room the night before. Therefore we were sharing my bedroom. John would have my bed and I would take the camp bed. This didn't leave much room – about one foot between the beds. John was about 5'6" to my 5'9", muscular, slim with curly brown hair. I couldn't tell you then the colour of his eyes – blokes don't notice things like that. However, I could have told you that he had a circumcised cock and his pubes were not that bushy – blokes do notice things like that in the showers although not many will admit it outside of said showers. I was, and still am broad shouldered, but then I had visible abdominal muscles, a trim waist and muscular, hairy legs. I've still got the hairy legs too!

We tumbled into my parents' house, checked our suitcases, plane tickets, passports and pesetas one more time, had another man to man pep talk with my Dad, reassured my Mum and dragged ourselves upstairs to my bedroom. We crashed into the room and began undressing with the lack of self-consciousness that sharing a football changing room for years brings. And then, out of the blue it happened.

John had taken off his t-shirt and I was down to my white cotton boxer shorts or underpants as they known then. I intended to sleep in them so sat down heavily on the camp bed with my legs in the gap between the beds. John walked around and stood in the gap too with his back to me. Then he dropped his trousers.

"Fuckin' 'ell John. What have you got on there," I blurted out with a snort of laughter. John looked over his shoulder with his beaming smile and informed me that they were the new 'tanga' style Speedo swimming trunks, that they felt great and that all the girls would love them. He stuck his bottom out towards me and invited me to feel the material to see how soft and stretchy and smooth they felt.

Giggling like a schoolgirl I reached out with my right hand and ran it briefly over his right buttock.

"See. Feel great don't they. I need a piss." And off he went, in only his Speedos, across the hall to the bathroom, to relieve himself. He returned five minutes later and stood at the end of the bed. The first thing I noticed at my eye level was the obvious bulge in the front of his Speedos. John noticed and said;

"That's why the girls like them. Do you want another feel?"

I laughed and replied;

"No. Fuck off and get into bed weirdo." 

At which point John turned round and pushed his firm bottom out towards me and began wiggling his bum in front of my face. I had stopped laughing and as if in a trance reached out with both hands and began to stroke and squeeze his bottom through the material of his trunks. John didn't stop moving his arse and made no move away from me. In fact he was pushing his arse back onto my hands and said in a quiet voice;

"Told you they felt good didn't I? Why don't you try them on?"

"No I couldn't," I said. "I don't want to. I'd look a right prick in those."

Turning round to face me John said; "Like this."

Dear God. I didn't know where to look so I carried on looking at what must have been a full erection trying to burst out of the top of Johns Speedos. I looked up at Johns face. Before I could speak John said, "Come on. Try them on," whilst simultaneously peeling his brief swimwear down his thighs. Thighs that I had noticed were delta shaped, muscular and totally smooth. As his briefs came down Johns cock sprang up – right in front of my face.

For some reason, although I knew I really should, I couldn't think of any laddish banter to defuse or dismiss the situation or even render it ridiculous. John remained silent too as I sat there watching his hard cock bouncing and twitching about six inches away from my face. I looked up at him and he looked down straight into my eyes and said;

"I can't help it. It's the Speedos. The material. They're so tight and soft and smooth. They made you want to feel my arse and they made my cock hard. One thing they're not making me do is to fuck you. I'm going to do that all by myself George. I want to fuck you George."

To say my mind was reeling would be an understatement! It reeled rapidly through a series of silent questions. Was it the drink? He doesn't mean it, does he? Is he taking the piss? Doesn't he realise that my Mum & Dad are downstairs for fucks sake? Is he just winding me up?  Am I reading this all wrong?

I guess I recieved the answers to all of these questions as soon as Johns cock head pressed against my lips. Our eyes were still locked together as I slowly, hesitantly opened my mouth and, in that instant, I set off on my journey towards becoming a bisexual, sissy slut. 

I began with a tentative tongue, licking around the crown of his swollen cock. It was moving up and down in jerking movements just like mine did when the blood was rushing in making the veins stand out. John gently placed his hands on my face and I reached up and around to grasp his firm, high, smooth buttocks and began to stroke them, squeeze them and caress them. At the same time I fully opened my mouth as John gently forced his engorged cock forwards. For the first time we broke eye contact. I wanted to concentrate on giving my first blow job. If I was going to be a cock sucker I wanted to be a good one – the best. I wanted to do justice to the beautiful cock that was now filling my mouth. John was now gently moving his hips backwards and forwards, slowly fucking my mouth. I was gagging slightly on each thrust but I clamped my lips tightly around his shaft and determined to take it all. John starting moaning gently and then he whispered;

"George. Georgie. I want to fuck you so badly. I've wanted to fuck you for so long. Your body is fucking hot. Can I fuck you Georgie?"

I stopped sucking and looked up at him, saliva dripping off my chin and said in astonishment;

"Really. You fancy me?"

"Fancy you like fuck Georgie."

"And you want to fuck me? Here? In my arse?"

"Yes Georgie. I want to fuck you right now in your cute arse."

"For fucks sake John. I can't. I don't want to. I'm not ready. Not for this. And my Mum and Dad are downstairs for crying out loud."

"No they're not," said John, "They're in bed next door."

"Jesus Christ. How do you know? Oh fuck. Don't tell me you bumped into them when you went to the toilet."

"'Fraid so mate. But don't worry they were okay. Just smiled and said good night."

"Tell me it was on the way to the toilet and not on the way back when you had a hard on."

"Sorry Georgie. On the way back – full stonker and all. Honestly, they just smiled."

My cock had now deflated fully at the thought of my Mum and Dad being confronted by my mate walking around the house sporting a full erection barely concealed in a very small, very tight swimming costume. Johns cock on the other hand seemed to grow bigger as we talked about it. John must have sensed that we were in danger of 'losing the moment' so he told me to stand up and then he pulled down my pre cum stained white, cotton shorts. He then lay down on my bed and told me to get on top of him in the sixty nine position. I did as I was told. The first hint of my submissive, slutty behaviour. I quite liked being told what to do which was strange given my chosen career path. But more of that later.

As soon as I was in position John ran his tongue all over my tight balls actually sucking each ball fully into his mouth. My cock was instantly erect again. John was pulling it downwards and bending it slightly backwards to force it into his mouth. This was all new experience to me and I was revelling in it. So much so that I hadn't touched Johns cock until he hissed;

"Suck my cock you little bitch."

I couldn't believe the effects these simple words had on me. It turned me on so much. I went into an oral frenzy, sucking, licking, wanking and nibbling at his throbbing dick. John obviously liked it as he began bucking and thrusting his hips up to meet my mouth. Then......a new sensation. A warmth, a wetness around my arsehole. Fuck!!! John was tonguing my arsehole. It was unbelievable. I went into overdrive. I was wriggling and humping and squirming around on his tongue while he wanked my cock roughly and furiously. I tried to keep Johns cock in my mouth but the sensations that were rippling from my arse to my balls and all the way up my cock couldn't be ignored. I looked up from Johns crotch and gasped;

"John. John. I think I'm going to cum. Fuck.....king hell. You're making me cum."

At this John slid down a bit more and forced my cock back into his mouth, pumping it hard with his hand. I arched my back, sitting back slightly. This changed the angle and eased the pressure and I could feel my cock immediately slide down Johns throat. That was the trigger. My thighs began to quiver and my arse started to gyrate of their own accord as released a stream of cum down Johns throat. Gasping with pleasure I followed this up with three more short blasts whilst all the time John gripped the base of my shaft. I felt fantastic. Energised but spent at the same time. Strong but weak. And definitely slutty.

John started worming his way out from underneath me. He came up into the kneeling position and kissed me full on the mouth, forcing his tongue between my lips, covering my mouth with his he kissed me deeply and being the slut I had become in the last thirty minutes I responded eagerly. I was running my hands all over his firm, smooth body. His hairless chest, his round pert bottom, his muscular thighs. I could feel his cock, hot, hard and insistent thrusting against my stomach. I whispered a question to John;

"Was that my cum I could taste on your tongue?"

John whispered his answer back; "Yes. I saved some for you. Did you like it?"

I groaned my reply. "Yes. I fucking loved it. I want to taste yours."

And John gave me an order. Four words that I would hear many times down the years. John said,

"Suck my cock, slut."

I didn't really suck it. I put my lips around it and John fucked my mouth. I wasn't counting the number of thrusts but I know there were at least five, hot, strong spurts of spicy, slightly salty cum that filled my mouth to overflowing. John immediately bent down and rolled me on top of him and I kissed him, passing a mouthful of his own cum to him. He grabbed my head and pulled me to him and kissed me back swapping his cum to my mouth once more.

We lay still for a while, silently panting, licking our lips, savouring the taste of each other's cum.

"Fuck John. What do we do now?" I asked.

"Go to sleep," he laughed. "We've got a plane to catch in the morning."

In the next bedroom my Dad chuckled and said to my Mum,

"Sounds like the boys enjoyed themselves Maddi. Mind you anyone would enjoy themselves on Johns cock. Did you see his bulge in those sexy briefs?"

"Mmmmmm. It was lovely wasn't it James. I wouldn't mind trying that out for myself. But tonight I want your cock James. In all of my naughty places."

To be continued.......................

The Ffitch Nortons Ch. 02



Notes for the Reader

This is the second chapter in a series describing the sexual experiences of a young man through University and his relationship with a hedonistic family with whom he becomes more than acquainted.

There are some elements of my real experiences and fantasies woven into the series but overall it is a work of fiction.

All characters depicted in this series of stories are fictional. Any likeness to any real persons is purely coincidental.

All characters depicted in this series of stories are 18yrs of age or older.

The stories contain descriptions of gay sex, that is, male with male and female with female, group sex, incest [possibly] cross dressing, mild BDSM and other fetishes.

Thank you for reading.

Chapter 2

This chapter will be told by John. My friend whose cock I'd sucked the night before. The friend who called me bitch and slut. The friend who filled my mouth with his cum. The friend who had a gorgeous cock. I was still in bed, sound asleep. But as I was to discover much, much later, I was the only one. The plot, and cocks, were thickening as dawn broke on the morning we were to leave for our holiday in the sun. John had woken early by design and this, in his words, is what happened.

A Full English Breakfast

I woke early and I must admit my mind was spinning with the thoughts of what Georgie and I had done the night before. I had fancied Georgie from afar but had written it off as a boyhood crush. They say every boy has a 'gay' crush on someone as they grow up. Something to do with hormones and testosterone, surging around the adolescent body looking for a way out. Looking for a way to express itself physically. But last night I knew. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I'd been asked to get and went out to get it. And I got it. Some of it at least. And it was fantastic. Georgie was so sexy. So submissive. So fucking slutty.

I moved quietly along the corridor, careful not to wake Georgie, until I came to James and Maddi's room. As you now know they're Georgies parents. I didn't knock. I simply eased the door open quietly and slipped quietly into the room. The curtains were wide open and the early morning sun shining through the trees dappled the room and the bed and Maddi as she earnestly and hungrily sucked on James big, hard cock. 

Maddi, short for Madeleine, and James were and are a fantastic couple. I'd known them for seven years, ever since I became friends with John at high school. They were childhood sweethearts who married as soon they could after leaving university. Almost immediately they had their first child, Rebecca, or Bex as she liked to be called. Never Becca or Becky and woe betide you if you ever forgot. Maddi and James make a very attractive couple. James is around 6'2" tall, broad shouldered, tapered waist with a toned upper body, arms and legs. Square jawed and blue eyed he is very much a mans man in everyday life. He still turns out for the veterans rugby team and he tries to get to the gym at least once a week. Maddi is tall for a woman, around 5'8" in her stockinged feet. And they usually were clad in stockings. Black, sheer, fully fashioned and occasionally seamed stockings that adorned her endless, shapely, smooth legs. Maddi was pretty with a lovely open face. She always seemed to be smiling and her large, mesmering blue eyes always twinkled. Her beautiful face was framed by tumbling, loose, brunette curls of hair down to her shoulders. Her shoulders were fantastic. She had done some rowing at University and she had retained the rowers physique. She had a flat-ish tummy, slightly rounded in a sexy womanly way and a magnificent pair of 34DD breasts. She had a high, taut, pert, round bottom that James swore you could bounce a brick off. Maddi kept herself in shape but wasn't at all fanatical about it. She would jog occasionally, she would use the cross trainer at home occasionally and she trained on Wednesdays, work permitting, with the local ladies netball team. Her fabulous upper body was perched atop her fantastic pins and swayed and undulated when she walked. But Maddi seldom walked. It always seemed to me that she prowled or slinked or strided depending on her mood. An extremely confident woman with a great, girly, sense of humour. Mischievous, sexy and great fun to be around. 

Maddi broke away from James cock, gave a happy sigh, wiped her mouth and greeted me with a cheery, "Good morning lover." At this James looked over his shoulder and said, "Aaah. The seducer rises. A good night by the sounds of it." I walked over and joined them on the bed. Maddi quickly helped me to shrug out of the bath robe I had borrowed off Georgie and then scooted round to face me. James knelt slightly behind me, so close I could feel his still erect cock nudging my left buttock. Maddi, as ever, took the lead.

"Well come on then. How did it go? It sounded like it went quite well," she said looking over my shoulder and smiling at James. "Did you seduce our son?" she asked.

"Maddi. It went better than well or good or great. It was brilliant. Georgie is a natural. He sucks cock like a pro," I gushed. 

"The suggestion to wear the Speedos you bought me and the quick blow job you both gave me in the bathroom worked a treat. My cock was so hard and my bulge was so obvious that Georgie couldn't take his eyes of it." 

While I was saying this Maddi's right hand drifted down to her pussy and she began to absent mindedly form little circles around her clit with her index finger. I felt movement behind me and glanced to my left. James was earnestly stroking his lovely big cock, a pearl of pre-cum already forming at the tip. My own cock was stirring and was by now almost fully erect. Once more Maddi took the initiative;

"We haven't got much time before you need to leave for your flight and need a 'John Fix' before you go especially as you will be away for a whole week. So, James, why don't you put your cock back into my mouth and John can put his gorgeous dick into my pussy. We can fuck and suck while John tells us all about what he did to our son." 

As you can tell, Maddi and James are a sexually liberated couple. Which may just be the understatement of the year. I'm not going to repeat Georgies account of our cock sucking, cum swallowing, snowballing adventures. Mainly because I don't want to bore you but also because it's difficult to put into words a series of grunts, groans, erms and sighs. It would be a bit like Paul McCartney writing the chorus for his song 'Jet'! I will tell you instead of the quick, frenzied, three way fuck. In short it was fantastic. Maddi immediately grasped my cock and wanked it hard and fast, pulling my foreskin all the way back exposing my purple hued, shining cock head. She lay back with her head falling back over the edge of the bead and spread her long legs wide. She reached down and spread her pussy lips, releasing an instant rivulet of pussy juice. I should report that both Maddi and James have completely hairless bodies and Maddi's pussy was so pretty. Neat labia and a prominent clitoris on permanent display unhindered by hair. I moved between her legs and rubbed my cock head up and down her pussy, spreading her lips further and pressing down on her clit with every other stroke. James had moved around to the edge of the bed. James, as I've described, is a magnificent specimen. His big, 9" cock swayed gently as he walked. His balls were big, round, tight, totally smooth and almost perfectly symmetrical. No dangling, scrawny sack here.

I began telling them how I'd seduced Georgie as soon as I eased my cock into Maddi's pussy and James filled her mouth with his thick veined cock. I recounted the events as graphically as I could. At each mention of cock, balls, cum or ass James and Maddi picked up the pace. Maddi would groan softly and thrust her pelvis to meet mine driving my cock as deep as it would go into her soaking wet pussy. She was swallowing James cock, deep throating it all the way to his balls. James began to face fuck her and she was loving it.  Such a respectable woman. Such a hot, horny bitch. Every so often James would pant "Let me taste," and I would slide my cock out, stand up on the bed and let him suck his wifes juices off my cock. The room was full of the sounds and smells of sex. The only other sound was my low whisper as I told my tale and the intermittent urgent questions from Maddi and James when they would ask;

"Did you like Georgies cock"

Did you fuck his mouth?"

"Has my son got a beautiful cock?"

"Is his ass firm?"

"Did he swallow your spunk?"

It was my answer to this last question that tipped us over the edge to orgasm. I told them that not only did he swallow my spunk he also swallowed his own. I told them their son was a cum slut and a dirty bitch. Maddi gasped, "Show me." And then to James, "Cum in Johns mouth for me." John was gripping his shaft tightly as he moved his cock towards my mouth. I was still pounding away at Maddi's tight, wet pussy. Maddi had reached up and squeezed James tight balls before moving up to insert two fingers in his arse. This caused his cock to explode into my mouth with what felt like a gallon of hot cream. I had my mouth clamped tightly all around his twitching, pulsing cock head but some of his precious cum spurted out of the side of my mouth. I increased my rhythm and unleashed a blast of my own cum into Maddi's hot body. Maddi feverishly rubbed her clit and arched her back urging herself to orgasm. Then James did something totally fucking dirty. He tapped me on the shoulder, moved me out of the way and in one fell swoop descended on his wifes gloriously gaping cunt, fully encapsulating it in his mouth. He sucked my cum greedily out of Maddi's pussy and dragged his tongue across her clit. Maddi arched her back even further, stretching every sinew and pulling roughly on her nipples. James knew the signs and I knew what was going to happen from experience. One of nature's most fabulous sights. He moved away and pulled me in close as Maddi's orgasm erupted and a gush of hot, viscous, pussy juice ejaculated from her over our faces and chest. We all lay, limbs entangled recovering for five minutes before we met, kneeling, in the middle of the bed where we shared mutual probing kisses. Where we shared the tastes of our sex. I noticed that James cock hadn't deflated at all. I reached over and stroked it slowly. 

I smiled at Maddi and said, "I hope you're on top form today Maddi. It looks like James will be back for more." Maddi kissed me once more and said, "I'm always on top form. I need to be in this family and I wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, if my pussy gets too tender there's always my ass. And Bex and her friend will be here this afternoon. They will be gagging for Daddy's cock. Who'd have thought our cute, shy Rebecca would turn into such a sex bomb."

"Like Mother, like Daughter," James said playfully. 

"You know. I almost wish I was staying here," I laughed.

"Well you can't," Maddi replied pouting with mock indignation. "You are on a working holiday. You have a job to do young man. You need to prepare our son for his sexual revolution." As Maddi said this she moved towards me, took my face in her hands and, between sentences, licked James cum from my face and chin.

"I noticed," she continued, "That you still haven't fucked his cute arse. Maybe you could fill that gap, literally, on holiday. Do you think you could do that for us John?"

"I don't know. I really don't know Maddi. I mean, there's no doubt Georgie enjoyed sucking cock and tasting cum. He was so hard. So insistent. I don't think we can put it all down to the beer."

"How can you be sure?" questioned James.

"It was the way he reacted when I called him my bitch and a slut. It really excited him. His cock would twitch and jerk and he would suck me even harder."

"Oh my God," Maddi exclaimed. "That is so exciting. Our Georgie, our sexy, handsome Georgie could be a sissy cum slut."

"Like Father, like Son," I giggled. "Touche," retorted James as he slapped my bottom.

"James. Go and 'dress' for us. Now. This news has got my cunt flowing again."

James slid off the bed and disappeared into the dressing room. While he was gone Maddi went to work on my cock, taking the whole length down her throat. As she came up for air, she would urge me to squeeze her lovely big tits and pull on her long, erect nipples. Pussy juice was running freely from her pussy and down towards her arse forming a widening wet patch on the bed. After about five minutes James returned. He looked stunning. He was wearing pink hold up stockings that had pink bows at the front at thigh level. He was also wearing high leg, sheer gauze panties also in shocking pink. His throbbing cock was stretching the material to its limits. The pink looked fantastic against his smooth tanned body and legs. He walked over to Maddi who knelt up on the bed and immediately began to suck James cock through the delicate panties. She pulled them to one side releasing his cock, looked up at James and said, "Fill me with your cock you sexy bitch." Looking at me with wide, lustful eyes she commanded me to fuck the bitch's arse while the bitch fucked her.

James got between Maddi's leg and rammed his cock into her with one thrust. I moved behind James and spanked his bottom with two sharp slaps to stop him thrusting into his beautiful wife. I pulled his pretty, sexy, girly panties to one side and discovered that the slut had already lubricated his fuck hole in anticipation of the fucking he knew he was going to get. Without hesitation I placed my swollen cock head up against James anus which was opening and closing very slightly as he waited for his prize. I pulled his cheeks apart and forced my cock into his opening arse slowly and deliberately. James tensed as my cock eased its way past his tight inner sphincter. All movement, apart from Maddi pulling at her own tits, stopped until we were all relaxed. And then the rhythm started. James slammed his cock into Maddi and as he returned on the back stroke I slammed my cock into his tight, hot arse forcing him back into Maddi. We were, all three of us, in a frenzy. Legs and arms tense, cum building up in balls and pussy. Sweat dripping off my nose onto James back and arse, running downwards to further lubricate my cock. Sweat driping off James nose onto Maddi's fabulous breasts which she lifted to her mouth to lick and suck clean and to bite on her own nipples.

This time Maddi was the first to blow while James was still thrusting into her. This had the wondrous effect of spraying her high pressure release of juice in all directions. I pulled out of James leaving him with his arse in the air and gaping. I moved round and sprayed two splashes of white spunk over Maddi's tits. Once more she raised them in turn to her own greedy mouth and sucked my cum up. James joined me and unleashed an amazing, seemingly unbroken stream of hot cum onto Maddi's beautiful face. Maddi demanded James take off his panties and use them to clean his cum from her face which he did gently.

Maddi then took hold of the panties and announced,

"Boys, there's been a change of plan. John put these in your case with the Speedos I've bought for Georgie. Your mission is to turn my Georgie into a panty wearing sissy just like his sexy Dad. And you are to take his anal cherry too. It's high time sweet Georgie joined the family circle of naughtiness. Now go and get cleaned up and go on holiday."



To be continued.............



The Ffitch Nortons Ch. 03



Chapter 3

The Holiday: Part 1

I was awoken by John who burst into the bedroom noisily. I sat up with a start, disorientated, blinking in the light as John threw open the curtains allowing in the morning sun.

"Come on sexy. Rise and shine.............Oh! I see part of you has already risen," he said with a wicked smile.

I followed his gaze and with a pang of shock heightened by mild panic I realised that, as I'd sat up suddenly, having been so rudely dragged from my slumber, my duvet had fallen away and my proud, morning erection was standing to attention, front and centre. I was acutely aware in the clarity of vision that 'fight or flight' panic brings that this wasn't a case of being 'piss proud', the erection caused by an urgent need to pee. This erection was a result of the incredibly vivid, erotic dreams that I had been having. This split second appeared in my minds eye as a feature length technicolour movie. And then, with equal aural clarity, the voice of my sub-consciousness blurted out that it hadn't all been a dream and that's why your mate greeted you as 'sexy'. I defaulted to my floundering fish impersonation. Opening and closing my mouth, gulping in air, trying to speak, trying to swallow and looking from John to my cock and back to John. I grabbed for the duvet and missed. How can you miss a duvet? Grab a handful and pull for God's sake. I had missed because John had stood on the end of the duvet as he advanced towards me. 

John said, "You remember don't you Georgie? Oh yes. It happened alright Georgie and you loved it. I loved it. We loved it. It was fantastic."

With that he dropped his dressing gown revealing his beautiful, straining dick pointing accusingly, straight at me. I noticed that his dick was glistening, shining in the warm rays of sunshine flooding the room. Had John already lubricated his cock? Was he going to fuck me now? Was he going to take my virgin arsehole here in my own bedroom? These questions were left hanging in the fog of my confused consciousness as John placed his hands on my thighs, bent at the waist and swallowed my cock whole, stopping only when his nose bumped up against my pelvic bone. He withdrew until his mouth surrounded my cockhead where he paused to suck it as hard as he could. I tried to raise my hips to meet him but John held me down by my thighs. He released my cock with a pop. The noise people make sometimes when sucking a lollipop.

"Right. Come on," he said. "We've got a holiday to smash. We've got plenty of time for this. All week in fact. Let's get going."

"What are we doing for breakfast?" I asked lamely. Even as I said it I realised how bloody stupid it sounded. My best friend had just sucked my cock, again, albeit briefly and had just told me how he was planned to ravish me on holiday. Perhaps I was thinking of sausages or something. Something Freudian. Or maybe the base instinct of survival over ruled my insistent cock. In short I was bloody starving.

John replied, laughing "I'm obviously a great cock sucker. I suck your cock and seduce you into the joyous world of man sex and all you can think about is breakfast! You know how to make a boy feel good Georgie. I'm fine for breakfast. Your Mum and Dad just filled me up with a James & Maddi, full English special. You slept through it I'm afraid."

"Oh right. Sorry John. I didn't mean anything by that. You're a great cock sucker. I think. Better than Hazel Harrison anyway. I'll grab something at the airport."

John simply grinned and shook his head at me as I made my way to the shower. "You are priceless Georgie. Truly priceless."

As I entered the bathroom all I could think of was bacon and eggs and the fact that I couldn't smell bacon or eggs. Or even toast. But then my soapy hands found my erection and all of a sudden I knew I would survive. At least until we hit Maccy D's at the airport.

The next thirty minutes were pandemonium. John and I were rushing around, getting showered, getting dressed, checking suitcases, passports, money, passports, tickets, passports and shouting reassuring words to my Mum and Dad who were now up and about. Dad was giving us a lift to the airport and Mum was being more efficient than Airport Security and Border Agency Staff. Hence the repeated, luggage, ticket and passport checks! I was amazed that she didn't demand to see boarding cards before allowing us to leave the house! To be fair, her baby boy was going abroad, away from home, with a group of lads outside of all parental control for the very first time. Mum didn't become emotionally soppy, weepy or overly huggy as we left. I did notice that she hugged John just as much as me and seemed to be whispering into his ear. How embarrassing. Probably telling him to look after me, to keep an eye on me and to keep me out of trouble. I'd never live it down. John obviously said something cheeky to her because as I looked back to give what I hoped was a nonchalant wave I'm sure I saw Mum smack Johns bottom.

We were running slightly late when no sooner had Dad put his seatbelt on and assured us that he would make up the time on the motorway than he muttered "Shit." He unbuckled and jumped out of the car shouting "Sorry boys. I'll only be a minute. I need the loo." He probably didn't hear the expletives from the car as he dashed back to the house.

It was a forty five minute drive to the airport and it was the longest three quarters of an hour I'd ever endured. I was silently re-running the events of last night through my head including the knowledge that my Mum and Dad had seen Johns erection bulging through his Speedo's. Dad insisted on a running commentary giving us what seemed to be a blow by blow account of his youthful adventures. I sat scarlet faced in the back. Everything Dad said and every reply from John seemed to be heavily laden with innuendo. Or was I just being paranoid? Finally, Dad queried my unusual silence. I passed it off as the result of a hangover and an empty stomach as my own Mum and Dad had seen fit to generously feed the house guest but couldn't prepare a single tasty morsel for their own offspring. At this outburst Dad and John exchanged glances and burst into thigh slapping laughter. I retreated further into my sexually confused inner turmoil. I had so many things to ask John. I had so many things to learn about myself, and my sexuality. And I knew we wouldn't get a chance to discuss any of it on a rowdy holiday with four other lads. Privacy would be at a premium. So little did I know!

We arrived at the airport just in time to prevent my Dad embarrassing me even further. He had walked so far down his memory lane I swear he was about to tell us of his and Mums' first time. I couldn't understand what had come over him. He was almost gushing in a girly way. We piled out of the car and rumbled into the departure lounge, the wheels on our suitcases bouncing and trundling along behind us. No sooner had we burst in to departures we were greeted by catcalls and whistles from our four amigos, sitting on their luggage near to the check in desks. My God, did they look rough? They looked like four guys who had been drinking all night, rolled in at 5 a.m. and had a couple of hours sleep before trucking up at the airport. This, as it turned out, was exactly what they had done! I immediately started to worry about my holiday medical insurance. After a round of back slapping, man hugs, high fives, low fives and knuckle touching the banter and piss taking began.

At this point I should, perhaps, introduce the other four holiday makers. Loudest of all is Big Joe. Joe had been Big Joe since first year. He currently stood at 6'3" and showed no signs of stopping. Tall and slim with cropped, reddish hair Joe is blessed, or cursed, with a redheads fair skin that will only ever become a tan if somebody took the effort to join up the freckles with a brown felt tip pen. Joe hadn't brought any sun block. He had brought baseball caps and long sleeved shirts. Joe played centre half for the football team which is defence. The way he played mirrors his personality. Straight forward, no nonsense, hard and fair.

Little Joe isn't really little. It's all relative. He was about 5'8" but as long as Big Joe is around he would always be Little Joe. Except in the cock department. Little Joe is what you might call very well endowed. Long and thick, he is quite rightly proud of it. So proud that almost every time he gets drunk he has to whip it out and brandish it like a light sabre until one of us ushers him away before the bouncers arrive. Strangely enough few ladies ever seemed to be offended unless they were registering their disapproval with a mixture of gasps and whoops and rather un-ladylike whistles. Little Joe has a compact well developed, muscular body with well-defined abdominals and pectorals. He has a mop of unruly, brown hair that give him a cheeky, boyish appearance which makes him very popular with the girls even before he brings his rather impressive cock blinking into the light.

Then there's Robbie. His real name is David but he is known as Robbie because of his likeness to Robbie Williams, the singer from the British boy band 'Take That'. He doesn't really look like him unless you count black hair, twinkly eyes, devilish grin and impish smile as being Robbie Williams-esque. His nickname is more to do with his patented chat up line whereby he sidles up to an unsuspecting female and whispers 'Let me entertain you'. This usually results in raucous, mocking laughter, a slap around the face and/or projectile vomiting from said females. I doubt the real Robbie Williams ever suffered such indignities. To be fair Robbie is a good looking guy who, even at his tender age, has an impressive degree of success with the ladies. He was in good physical shape and his torso, for some reason, hadn't yet been overgrown with hair. He was a true smoothy.

And finally there's Ewan or, as he is known to us, 'Diego'. His nickname came about because our code word for his older sister is 'Diego'. His sisters' name is Donna. She is gorgeous. We all want to 'Marry Donna'. Consequently, she and poor old Ewan became Diego Marry Donna, a play on the name of the famous Argentinian footballer. I know, I know. What can I say? Sixth form schoolboy humour that we thought was quite clever. Ewan/Diego is the joker of the group. He is always playing outrageous pranks, telling outrageous jokes and generally being outrageous. There was no nastiness in him at all. He has a great personality and is universally popular. He is also the only 'blondie' in the group. He kept his hair short and topped with a cute 'Tin-Tin' flick at the front. He is blue eyed too and looks very Scandinavian.

After messing up Diego's perfectly gelled hair and giving Big Joe a 'dead arm' in return for the 'Chinese burn' he had just given me we shouldered our bags and made our way to the check in desk. I gave Dad a big 'man hug' and felt quite special until he gave the rest of the group big 'man hugs' like he had known them for years and he was never going to see them again. We shuffled through to the departure lounge and I looked round for Maccy D's and..............there wasn't one. What? No Maccy D's? Bollocks! However, there was an upmarket franchise that sold what looked like a Maccy D big breakfast at a price that unashamedly told their customers that they knew they were a captive audience. This was a disproportionate dent in my holiday cash already. A bad omen, I felt. 

As we sat down to await our call to the gate the four 'all -- nighters' gulped bottled water and energy drinks before resting their heads on the backs of the uncomfortable designer, as in designed by the Marquis De Sade, airport chairs and closing their eyes. John was off looking around the electronic gadget shops. Who buys 42" Flat Screen HD TV's in an airport departure lounge? How do they get it in the overhead locker? Two of lifes great mysteries right there. 

I tucked into my expensive version of a fast food breakfast and let my eyes wander around departures. "My God," I mumbled to myself around a mouthful of hash brown. There were gangs of girls around about my own age and a little older all going on holiday too. And they were already wearing their holiday outfits. Unbelievably short and tight denim shorts; See through lacey tops showing off their bras and breasts; Incredibly tight cropped top T-shirts showing off their breasts and belly button piercings and lower back or hip tattoos. There was every shade of pink clothing on display along with nipple outlines and camel toes. I was doing my best owl impression with my head turning through 360 degrees, trying not to miss a thing when a raven haired, pale skinned beauty caught me recklessly eyeballing her prominent mons barely concealed in baby pink velour shorts. She smiled a cheeky smile, held my gaze momentarily, turned on her heel and made a great show of bending at the waist to look for something in her hand luggage. Across her bottom was the word 'Sassy' in glittering silver lettering. But my eyes were drawn to the thin strip of material that was disappearing between the cheeks off her arse whilst beautifully encasing and framing her plump vulva.

Immediately I felt the familiar warm surge in my loins and the pre-erection twitch in my cock. I loved that feeling as the blood coursed through the veins and filled out my cock. I revelled in the feeling for a minute until I realised that I too was in my holiday gear and the confining properties of light cotton surfer shorts was nowhere near as effective as denim jeans. 

Like an idiot I abruptly moved my burger carton to cover my nether region and my embarrassment. In doing so I crushed the opened ketchup sachet that I had balanced on my knee causing tomato coloured sauce to squirt across my hand luggage. This caused the group of girls with 'Raven' to burst out laughing. My face turned the same colour as the ketchup and I looked anywhere and everywhere apart from at 'Raven'. When the laughter subsided, I risked a glance in 'Ravens' direction and she was looking straight at me. She smiled her cheeky smile once again, pulled her tight T-shirt down to stretch it smoothly over her breasts and then pulled her shorts up ever so slightly so that the seam forced its way between her pussy lips. Now that was what I called High Definition. My cock was raging by now. But just as I began to wonder if she would be on our flight, or be staying in our resort or even better in our hotel, 'Raven' and her friends were called to Gate 3. They were going to Greece. Not even close. Still, if the girls were so provocatively dressed and so outrageously sexual in the airport departure lounge what would they be like actually on holiday? 

And, I had a proper, hard erection. Through looking at girls. Sexy girls. Beautiful girls. My grey, depressing confusion cloud descended again. "So where does that leave me," I thought. God I was mixed up. I was aroused by girls and boys. Did I prefer girls or boys? Was I just a mass of raging hormones that became aroused at any hint of flesh, any hint of sexually overt behaviour? Did gender matter? What did matter? Did love matter? Did emotion matter? Or was it purely sex, the most basic of animal instincts?

A thud in the middle of my back from Big Joe sent the remains of my not so big breakfast onto my hand luggage where it was finally joined with the ketchup that had been promised to it earlier. 

"Now then soft lad," bellowed Big Joe. "Haven't you eaten that plastic burger yet? Fuckin' 'ell. What's it doing in your bag? You're not taking it with you are you?"

And with that, Big Joe ended my inner philosophical musings. We were called for our flight that would take me to the seven days that would change my life. Forever.

The flight was uneventful. The four musketeers plugged in their earphones, leaned back in their seats and crashed out. John and I chatted for half an hour before he joined them in catching a few zeds. My mind was far too active to even think about getting some sleep. I read the in flight magazine. I plugged in my own ear phones. I took out my ear phones. I went to the toilet and got trapped in the aisle by the drinks trolley which was in front of the very shapely bottom of a female flight attendant. As I was ogling her peachy bum I began to wonder when they stopped being called stewards and stewardesses and became attendants and cabin crew. And then I started to think about dog turds. And human entrails. And vomit. Anything to prevent the further expansion of my dick which had obviously just received the pictures of said peachy bum, complete with panty line, that were being beamed to it live by the Mark 1 eyeball cam. I even thought of my mother. But strangely that seemed to involuntarily accelerate my penile expansion. Christ! What was happening to me? Thinking of my Mum made me hard? Or rather, harder. By the time I got back to my seat I had decided that I needed a therapist. Either that or a good hard fuck!

At long last we landed and, after an interminably hot, sweaty wait by the luggage carousels, we emerged into the beautifully hot, dry, Mediterranean sunshine. We quickly found our pre-booked, people carrier, airport transfer and within forty five minutes we were standing in the cool, air conditioned, spectacular atrium that housed the impressive reception area of what appeared to be a rather top notch hotel. 

We stood still and looked around and up and at each other. Robbie broke the silence when he proclaimed, "Fuck up number 1. We're in the wrong hotel. Same name but the pictures and the web link your Dad showed us, George, wasn't for this bad boy." We all nodded in agreement before Diego said, "Well if this isn't our hotel, where, in the name of all that's holy, is it?".

I took the lead and ambled up to the receptionist, a stunning young Spanish senorita who managed to make her conservative corporate uniform look like the sexiest garments ever designed for the female form. I smiled my best, man of the world, seasoned traveller smile and she beamed at me expectantly. I glanced at her name badge and in high school Spanish greeted her with a cheery,

"Hola. Buenos Dia Pilar." Pilar's smile widened as she replied in perfect English,

"Good day, Sir. How may I help you?"

I asked if she held a reservation for three twin rooms in the name of DuBois -- yes, that's my surname -- for seven days. Pilar busied herself at her computer. After no more than 15 seconds she looked up. Her smiled had been replaced by a confused frown. "Three rooms? Twin rooms? Dubois?" she queried. The lads, who had now joined me at the counter groaned in unison and Robbie murmured "Told you didn't I. Never even heard of us." Pilar overheard him and stated,

"This is contrary Senor. We have you on our computer as Dubois for seven days. You do not have twin rooms. I am sorry for you. You have three standard suites on the Panoramico. That is level eight. Senor Himes DuBois makes upgrade on Visa."

"Himes?" whispered Big Joe, "Who the fuck is Himes? Is this a scam?" 

"It's my Dad you doughnut," I whispered back. "She means James. 'J' is 'H' in Spanish."

We completed the check in, picked up our key cards and Pilar arranged for porters to take our bags up to our suites as we feigned nonchalance. As if we'd spent all our holidays in suites on Panoramic Floors of classy hotels.

The suites were fantastic. Wide balconies or sun terraces as they were described in the blurb. Huge bathrooms or walk in wetrooms complete with hot tubs as they were described in the blurb. Fridge with ice maker and two spacious bedrooms complete with double beds or king size divans according to the blurb. This was incredible. I immediately texted my thanks to my Dad 'Himes'. He replied almost immediately. Apparently all our parents had chipped in to upgrade the rooms as we had done so well with our studies. We were ecstatic. Jumping up and down, running in and out of each others suites, opening doors and cupboards and wardrobes, turning on power showers and bouncing on huge beds. This was going to be a great week.




The Ffitch Nortons Ch. 03



After ten minutes of boyish excitement and as the porters deposited our suitcases, we bomb burst into our respective suites. Big Joe was sharing with Little Joe, Diego was with Robbie and John and I were sharing. In the silence that followed as we got our breath back I looked at John and he looked at me. His words of this morning [was it only this morning?] were echoing around my head;

"We've got plenty of time for this. All week in fact."

My brain interpreted 'this' in the only way it could and in the only way I wanted to hear it and sent signals of confirmation through my nipples, across my stomach, around my bottom and straight to my cock, balls and sphincter. John pushed the door to our suite closed and walked towards me.

"Unfinished business, Georgie. Time to get unpacked," he said smiling. I pulled on the draw string of my surfer shorts, fumbling with the knot.

"I mean unpack our suitcases dopey. God, you are a horny slut aren't you?"

My brain now had a vital decision to make. It was being asked to pump blood to my cock to fuel my growing erection, to my heart as it was beating fit to burst, to itself so it could continue to keep me alive and to my face to ensure it blushed fiercely enough to match my embarrassment. There had to be a loser. My cock lost. As it deflated my face lit up like a distress beacon. As he sauntered past me John patted my bottom, leaned in close, licked my ear and whispered, "Soon, my naughty bitch, soon."

We unpacked in double quick time and met the others back in reception. Then en masse we strode out to the pool area. The pool was fantastic. It was split level with the lower half being an 'infinity pool'. The upper level was a large kidney shape with an island in the middle containing cascading water walls. If you swam through a gap at the far end it brought you to a swim up bar and beyond that was a large patio with pool and table tennis tables. On the left hand side of the pool was an area set back, shaded by an arbour that contained two massage beds. Trendy, house and trance music was playing over a loudspeaker system at a discrete sound level. There was plenty of activity in and around the pool and the age range of guests appeared not to venture below eighteen or creep much above forty five-ish. There wasn't a kid in sight.

As we strode out to pool side Little Joe, like a man on a mission, clapped his hands together rapidly and said "Okay lads. Here we go," like he was leading his team out in a cup final. No sooner had he said this when Big Joe leaned into him and gently eased him off the pool side and into the pool which Little Joe entered with a splash bigger than I thought the laws of physics would allow. His baseball cap floated away, his sunglasses sank and his shorts inflated like a hovercraft. A group of girls nearby immediately began giggling. Little Joe simply bowed and duck dived to retrieve his designer shades. We fixed on our bright yellow, 'all inclusive' wristbands, handed our membership cards to the handsome Spaniard in the grass roofed poolside hut, took our beach towels from him and set up our pool camp.

Little Joe caught up with us just in time for us to send him to the bar to get the first round of holiday drinks on the grounds that it was a swim up bar and he was already wet. In fact he was reminded that it was remiss of him to emerge from the pool without the drinks in the first place. To make up for it LJ returned with a double round. Six bottles of lager and six shots.

And with that we were up and running. We settled in on our sun loungers and arranged our essential gear. Towels, shades, tables, i-Pods, books, sun tan lotion and bottled water. We gazed around the pool, nudging each other as we spotted girl after sexy girl. Every single girl and woman in and around the pool was topless. Every size, shape, colour and weight of breast and nipple was on display in the most un-selfconscious way which made the scene even sexier. Every colour of the rainbow and every style of swim suit bottom was represented. There were boy shorts, high leg bikini briefs, string tied bikini briefs, mini bikini briefs and a couple of micro bikini briefs. Then Diego spotted two girls wearing thongs. We decided they were probably Germans or maybe Swedes. And then I spotted two more thongs at the other end of the pool. This was paradise indeed. The guys all looked quite buff too. But I did notice one thing.

"Hey John. Notice anything about the guys around the pool," I shouted over.

"What? Why would I be looking at the guys when all this womanhood is around," he replied a bit too quickly and with a bit too much machismo, I thought.

"Well have a look. What don't you see?" I pressed him.

The rest of the lads were looking too, puzzled expressions on their faces. John looked at me like I was mad and shook his head from side to side. "What?" he demanded. "What the fuck are you on about?".

"No Speedos mate. Not a single pair of Speedos you sad sack", I announced laughing out loud. BJ, LJ, Diego and Robbie snapped their heads round to John so fast I was sure they suffer whiplash. Diego was right onto it.

"Tell me you haven't brought Speedos with you. Please God tell me you haven't."

John turned bright red and pleaded, "The ladies love 'em. Trust me." With whoops of jeering laughter we jumped on him picked him by the arms and legs and swung him into the pool. A big cheer went up from our fellow holidaymakers. As soon as he surfaced we sent him off to the bar for another round. The drinking, the banter and the boyish high jinks carried on until about five o'clock. In that time a few 'Hello's' and admiring glances, smiles and winks were exchanged between us and various young ladies as we began to settle in.

We agreed to meet in the bar at nine o'clock, grab something to eat and head out into the town around eleven. That done we all made our way back to our rooms. I was feeling a little light headed. The lack of food, the alcohol and the sun were obviously affecting me.

As the door closed behind us John was already stripping off and heading to the wet room.

"Fancy a hot tub Georgie?" he called over his shoulder.

"Sounds good mate," I replied as I dropped my shorts. As I did I had something of an alcohol induced epiphany. I thought to myself that if John thought I was a slut I would act like one. I would be his slut. Unfinished business he said. "Well," I thought, "Let's finish it." I went into his room and lay on his bed completely naked. I spread my legs, stroked my cock to full hardness and waited. After a couple of minutes John walked in. He stopped dead in his tracks. His lips parted in a big smile as he muttered,

"You are one fucking slut Georgie."

"I'm your fucking slut John," I replied somewhat shyly as I noticed Johns lovely cock twitch in anticipation.

John walked quickly and directly to the bed and lay down directly on top of me. He began to rub his hardening cock against my raging boner as he kissed me full on the lips. It was very different to kissing a girl. It was rougher. There was much clashing of teeth and many nasal collisions. I felt as if John was literally trying to eat my face. Our tongues writhed and rolled and rollicked together in each other's mouths. John bit down on my lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth. He kissed around my neck and forced his tongue into my ear. This set me off bucking my body, trying to achieve as much skin on skin contact with my frantic, animal of a lover. I wanted to feel as much of his body against mine as I could in an attempt to short circuit the erotic electrical charges that were flashing throughout my body into his. I wanted him to feel the excitement he had triggered in me. The excitement that seemed to turn my entire being into one, uninterrupted erogenous zone.

John broke away from my face and went directly to my nipples. There was no finesse. He sucked them far into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my erect buds. And then he bit them and stretched them with his teeth and I experienced for the first time that exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. I was gasping at this point. In between gasps I could hear my own voice from far, far away pleading, "Fuck me John. I want you to fuck me John. Fuck me now John. I want it John. I want your cock John." 

John groaned into my chest and then looked directly into my pleasure glazed eyes as he said, "You have to earn it my little slut. You need to suck my cock. I need to fuck your face." I crawled out from beneath him and engulfed Johns cock head with my mouth. He pulled me away and said, "Not here. Come with me." He took me to the wet room where the hot tub was full and bubbling away. John told me to get in. He got in behind me and pressed his cock up against my bottom while he reached around and played with my nipples. I threw my head back and exposed my neck to him. Once more he tongued my ear which started my involuntary gyrations again as I forced my bottom back against his cock as hard as I could. John turned me around, kissed me once more and stood up out of the water. This brought his bouncing dick into line with my mouth. My mouth that was open as wide as it would go, my tongue out over my bottom lip. I looked up into Johns eyes as he thrust forward and rammed his cock truly and surely into my mouth. He grabbed my face in both hands and began to fuck my mouth with an unsophisticated urgency making me gag and choke. After several thrusts saliva was running down my chin, down Johns cock and onto his balls. My jaw ached and my eyes were watering. And I loved it. I was a slut and I was behaving like one. I gazed up at John taking in his hot body, the droplets of water hanging off his nipples and the rivulets of hot tub water mingling with sweat as is ran down his pecs and over his abs to mingle with my saliva at the base of his cock.

Without warning John stopped. He let go of my face and took his cock away from my dirty mouth. He turned me around once more and bent me over the edge of the tub. I heard him unzip his toiletries bag and, after a short pause, I felt a cold sensation between my arse cheeks as John said in a croaky voice, "It's time Georgie. Time to take your virginity. Time to fuck you with my hard cock. Do you still want it slut?"

"Fuck yes," I gasped as he pushed one and then two fingers into my tight, virgin hole. He worked his fingers slowly in and out and up and down and around in circles inside me. His fingers felt huge and I had a moment of fleeting panic about whether I could take his cock. I needn't have worried. John, in contrast to his earlier roughness, was so very gentle. He pulled his fingers out and then I felt something altogether much bigger pressing up against my hole. John kept reassuring me, whispering that he was going to ease his cock head slowly into my arse. He stroked my bottom and the tops of my thighs as he gradually increased the pressure on my tight ring. He encouraged me to relax, told me I was a good slut and that he proud to take my virginity and to be my teacher. At that point my hole gave way, opened up and Johns cock head jumped forward and entered my arse. The feeling was incredible. It felt so big. I felt so full and my arse felt so tight as it clamped shut around Johns shaft. This caused him to issue a guttural moan, almost a growl. We stayed still, perfectly still, savouring the moment whilst John reassured me that my hole would relax before he penetrated my inner sphincter. However, as if to further prove that I was indeed a slut, it was me that began to move first. I began to slowly rotate my buttocks whilst I gradually forced my arse back onto Johns twitching cock. John held my hips and let me carry on until he could feel my inner ring blocking the way. Without any warning this time John rammed his cock into me. I felt a flash of what I thought was building up to excruciating pain. I was sure his beautiful cock must by now be in my stomach. I could feel my tight hole stretching, opening and closing around his pulsing rod. John grabbed my hips again. More firmly this time. He began to thrust. Slowly at first and I could feel every inch of his cock rubbing against and past every contour of lubricated anal canal. It was dirty, it was nasty. It was heavenly. John increased the pace, withdrawing his dick almost to the entrance of my slutty fuck hole before ramming it back in so hard I could feel his heavy balls slapping against mine. The water in the hot tub stated to splash and slop back and forth. I was gripping the side of the tub as it seemed like John was going to thrust me over and onto the tiles. My cock was rubbing up against the side of the tub and was aching for release. With one final, savage, grunting thrust John released. He released a rush of hot, high pressure spunk that jetted up into my arse. I could feel the warm wetness spread up inside me and it felt so good. So sluttish. So sexy.

John collapsed over my back, panting for breath and kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. I pushed upwards from the tub forcing John to stand up on wobbling legs and his semi rigid cock to slide out of my arse. I swivelled round and came eye to glistening, cum covered cock. Without hesitation I swallowed Johns cock and began to suck him clean. Sucking strongly and rapidly running my tongue all around the crown of his cock. John put his hands on my head and spoke my name softly. Then more urgently until he almost shouted, "GEORGIE!". I looked up him without letting his cock escape from my mouth.

"Georgie," he said more softly. "If you keep on doing that I'll need a piss." I simply groaned around his cock and carried on with even greater vigour. After another minute of this treatment I felt Johns cock momentarily expand in my mouth before a spurt of hot piss hit the back of my throat. I swallowed the first splash before taking his cock out of my mouth and pointing it at my face. As Johns cock relaxed he let go with long streams of amber, pungent piss all over my face and head. At the same time I could feel his spunk running out of my hole and down my thigh. I started to stroke my achingly hard cock but John slapped me across my face saying, "Naughty little bitch. I'll decide when and if you cum." I amazed myself by stopping immediately. John pulled the plug on the hot tub, took me by the hands and said gently, "Come on Georgie. Let's get cleaned up. Let me look after you. You've been a very good little slut."

"Am I a good slut John? Am I your slut John?" I asked coyly. "Yes you are Georgie," he replied. "You have the potential to be the best little slut ever. Now let's get showered and get some sleep. There's a whole world of pussy out there Georgie and some of it will be for us."

To be continued...



The Ffitch Nortons Ch. 04



Chapter 4

The Holiday: Part 2

We stood under the lukewarm power jets, faces upturned to the spray, bombarded and refreshed by the high speed tingling water droplets. We were silent. We stood apart. All of my doubts and uncertainties flowed over my consciousness as surely as the water flowed over my aching, well fucked body. Was John just using me? Did it simply amuse him to use me? How could he be so nonchalant, so dismissive after what we had just done? Didn't he realise that it was a big deal for me? A big confusing, life altering, brain freezing deal.

"John. I need to........."

"Cum?" he cut in with a marked lack of sensitivity. Or was I being too sensitive?

"No. Talk. I need to talk to you. Properly. Seriously. No fucking about," I said somewhat sharply.

John shut off his shower and turned to face me, the clear water still coursing down his beautifully defined, muscular body. "What is it Georgie?" he asked in a half caring tone.

"Calling me Georgie for a start. I love it when you call me Georgie when we're...............when we're..............you know.........doing things......."

"You mean sucking and fucking and kissing and drinking my piss Georgie?" he said with a giggle.

"Yes. All of those things. Shit. I'm confused John. I don't know what the fuck is happening to me. I was in turmoil on the plane. And in the car and at the airport. I can't get you, what we have done out of my head. I fancy you like fuck. But I fancy girls too. Did you see that black girl at the far end of the pool? The one with the fantastic thighs?" Before John could open his mouth I continued with my rapid, staccato monologue. I felt I had to get it all out in the open before he could distract me with one of his flippant cock sure remarks.

"Well she turned me on. My cock was hard just looking at her. And her friend. And the older girl who was with her. I got a hard on at the airport looking at a cock teasing hottie who went to Gate 3."

"Gate 3?" John interjected. " What the fu........" I cut him off as my babbling, stream of consciousness continued.

"Pilar excites me........"

"Who the fuck is Pilar?"

"It doesn't fucking matter. What matters, you prick, is how I fucking feel. And at the moment I feel well and truly fucked up."

"You mean well and truly fucked............by me?" John said smiling. But his smile didn't appear dazzling or cheeky. It appeared to be smug.

"No you arrogant fucker. I mean fucked up. Head gone. Morals gone. Everything..........gone. Yesterday I was in the pub with the lads having a few beers and thinking about all the pussy I was going to get on holiday. Less than twenty four hours later I've been sucked off, fucked in the arse and pissed on by my best friend. I feel like I'm out of control for fucks sake." This last part came out in a sob as by now I had started crying tears of frustration.

John, at last, realised that this was serious. He leaned over and knocked my shower off and pulled a big, fluffy white towel off the rack. John wrapped me up in it and made soothing noises.

"George it's okay. It's all okay. Believe me I was exactly the same. Well maybe not exactly to be fair. This has all happened quickly for you. Maybe, it's happened too quickly. But it's happened and it's still okay."

"Really John. Can you promise me that? Can you guarantee it?"

"Yes George. I think I can. But not now. We've both had a drink. We both need some kip. But tomorrow we'll sneak off somewhere quiet and I'll tell you how it was for me and a couple of other things too. I promise you'll feel better about yourself. All I can say for now, for tonight is.....go with the flow. Go with your instincts, your urges and I can tell you those urges will point you towards hot, holiday pussy."

At that John led me to my room, laid me on my bed, pulled the light cotton covers over me, kissed me on the forehead and said, "I'll call you in a couple of hours."

I slept like a baby and after two hours that felt like two days I was given a shake by John. He was already dressed, groomed and smelling of after shave.

"Are we okay?" I asked with some trepidation.

"We are more than okay mate. And we'll get better and better. Stop worrying, stop analysing, get your arse in the shower and let's go and eat."

As he said the word 'arse' I immediately concentrated on mine. It felt a little tender but in a nice way. In a pleasantly used way. By the time I stepped under the shower my poor, unsatisfied penis was at half-mast. Again. I spent a very peaceful five minutes soaping my aching dick to its full majesty. I toyed with my cock and with the idea of cumming right there in the shower simply to relieve the dull ache in my balls. But I decided to save it for a lucky girl...............or boy!

Twenty minutes later we were all in the hotel restaurant swigging lager from the bottle and getting stuck into steak and chips. Apart from Diego who tried the paella. Big Joe was taking bets on how many hours it would be before the paella made another appearance. The banter was sharp and relentless. The boys were in good form. It was going to be a good night.

As I glanced over Little Joes shoulder I spotted the black girl that I had seen at the pool earlier. She was facing me and was in an animated conversation with the same two fit friends. Perhaps she had that feeling she was being watched because suddenly she looked straight at me and, without interrupting her conversation, flashed me a big smile and gave a little wave. Forgetting who I was with I gave her a smile and a little girly finger wave in return. Apart from Little Joe, who thought I was waving at him and waved back at me, the others, led by John who exclaimed "What the fuck?", turned in their chairs and craned their necks to see who the wave recipient was. There was a chorus of "Aye, ayes" and "Helloooo Ladies" and I buried my head in my hands.

When I looked again, blushing like a virgin bride, my ebony beauty and her friends were looking straight back at us shaking their heads. But they were laughing in what I took to be a good natured way at the same time. As if they thought we were cheeky, slightly mad but harmless.

I lip synched "Sorry" to the lovely threesome and went back to my steak. We finished off with another beer and as we left the restaurant we all waved to the girls and Little Joe shouted "Til I return good ladies" whilst bowing at the waist. This brought snorts of laughter at our expense. Big Joe cuffed his diminutive namesake around the back of the head and dragged him out.

We went on a crawl of the main street which was packed with bars pumping out loud music whilst hiding their tattiness and tackiness behind a blinding array of neon lights. The bars themselves were full of young people whose clothing was so minimal they couldn't fill a wardrobe and a chest of three drawers between them. It was fantastic. So much bare, sweat glistened flesh ranging from golden tan to lobster red. Yet nobody seemed to care. Everybody was having a great time singing, dancing, drinking and grinding. People were laughing and shouting, whooping and screaming, groping and petting, kissing and snogging. We were all grinning like Cheshire Cats as we pushed our way into bar after bar. Conversation was all but impossible and we communicated by hand signal and facial expression as we danced with and kissed more girls in a couple of hours than any of us had in our entire short lives.

Finally, at about three in the morning, we staggered onto the beach to visit Mojito's Banyan Bar. Mojito's had been recommended to us by countless boys and girls during the night as the place to finish off the night. The bar itself appeared to be no more than a timber fronted shack that served simply as the bar itself. The sound system that flanked it on either side was almost as big as the bar. In front of Mojito's was an expanse of smooth, cool sand and the focal point was a circular, gas flamed fire on a podium. Above the fire a cage, the size of a transport container, entrapped scantily clad dancers, male and female, was suspended. The dancers were illuminated by the flame flicker from the fire below and angled spotlights positioned on the bar. As the lights strobed them it was obvious that they were putting on a very erotic show. Diego and Big Joe got the drinks in and we moved onto the sand and grabbed seats at one of the few available tables. 

As we sat down we heard a shout of "Well helloooo Newbies". We all turned around and walking towards us were the three girls from the hotel restaurant that we had embarrassed ourselves in front of earlier. Little Joe shouted back "Well hellooooo ladies" as we all waved and muttered a jumble of insightful comments and phrases such as "Wow", "Fucking Hell", "Fuck Me", "Arooga" and "Aye Caramba". These last two came from Robbie. They could only have come from Robbie. To our eternal shame, as they approached, the tallest of the blonde girls said, "Did one of you just say Aye Caramba? Tell me you didn't say Aye Caramba!"

As a group we had quickly done the maths or, as Jethro Bodine might say, the 'gizzintas'. We quickly established that six didn't go into, or gizzinta, three. At least not in our world as it existed then. Therefore, the competition began and we all immediately set about reducing the competition. To a man we all pointed at Robbie and informed 'tall stunning blonde', 'shorter stunning blonde' and 'stunning black' girls that indeed it was he that had uttered the cringe worthy statement. The girls all started laughing and began to mercilessly tease Robbie and the rest of us. John stood up and sent Little Joe to get three more chairs and I went to get the drinks including three Mojito's for the ladies. When we returned John formally introduced us to our three stunning table guests which involved a brief mickey take of each of us and an explanation of nick names. 'Shorter stunning blonde' introduced herself as Dervla and her friends as Caitlin, the taller blonde and Karimu the black girl. All the girls' names were unusual although we had heard Caitlin and Dervla before and guessed correctly that there was a strong Irish heritage there although the girls themselves did not speak with Irish accents. Karimu was different and she immediately held our attention as she explained the origins of her name. She told us that it was pronounced Kaah-Ree-Moo with the emphasis on Kaah Ree. And that was what she liked to be called -- Kari. She told us that her name meant 'generous' and 'liberal' and that it was of Swahili origin although she herself was of mixed race. The six of us jostled for position but Little Joe, John and I were in pole position by virtue of the fact that John made the introductions, I got the drinks and Little Joe had got the extra chairs and placed them at our end of the table.

Caitlin was beautiful. She was about 5'8", straight blonde hair styled in a shoulder length bob, lovely white, slightly uneven teeth, a button nose and a wide, pleasant, smiling mouth. Caitlin had long, tanned, toned legs and a high firm bottom. This much was evident due to the silver, sequinned, micro shorts that she was wearing beneath a tight, cropped similarly sequinned top that showed off a flat stomach and a pierced bejewelled navel and perky, firm smallish, breasts.

Kari was stunning. She had straight, jet black, glossy hair worn in a lop sided, combed over style to just below her shoulders. Whatever the exact mixture of her genealogy was it had produced a truly beautiful face. Think Halle Berry meets Beyoncé. Her skin was flawless and glowing with a satin sheen. She was wearing a dress, I think. It was duck egg blue. The top was of a tight, form fitting material connected to a short, shiny, flared skirt by a mesh panel that exposed her midriff tantalisingly. Kari also had a pierced belly button. She also had nice perky boobs, slightly larger than Caitlins, that were tipped with huge nipples that were clearly showing through her top. Kari's legs were amazing. Shorter than Caitlins but obviously powerful. Her calf and thigh muscles were very well defined. Her thighs were magnificently delta shaped, tapering nicely to her knees and flaring out and upwards to her hem line.

Dervla was altogether different. Although she too was blonde, her hair cascaded in curly locks to the base of her elegantly postured, evenly tanned, toned back. She was wearing a tight fitting, backless, mini dress that clung to every contour of her trim yet voluptuous body. Dervlas breasts were noticeably bigger than her friends. They were very big in fact and as there was no sign of a bra strap across her back they were obviously very firm and self supporting. Dervla and Kari were around the same height at about 5'6". Dervla was also obviously older than Caitlin and Kari and I had inwardly decided that she was Caitlins older sister and perhaps the younger girls chaperone.

"So," I said, "How did you guess we were newbies? Was it our little boy lost look or our pale, pasty looking skin?"

"Nope. We spotted you when you arrived at our hotel with your cases this afternoon," said Caitlin before Dervla added "I think Miss Marple is safe for now," much to the amusement of her friends.

"You spotted us?" asked Little Joe. "Yeah. We're always on the lookout for fresh meat."

That came from Kari who leaned forward and blew in Little Joes hair as she said it. That led to a series of innuendo and double entendres until we began to sound like a 'Carry On' film script. All we were missing was Kenneth Williams exclaiming "Ooooh, Matron." Until Robbie chipped in with "Ooooh, Matron," to Dervla who nearly choked on her mojito. In amongst all the seaside postcard humour Caitlin asked why Little Joe was called 'little'. As Big Joe began to explain, Diego blurted out in his drunken drawl, "Becosh he's got a huuuuge ner, ner, knob." The girls eyes all widened, there was a split second of embarrassed silence, broken only by the sound made by Big Joe slapping Diego around the back of the head, before the girls exploded with shrieks of laughter. Little Joe had no sooner buried his face in his hands when Dervla grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out onto the beach dance floor. Caitlin asked mischievously, "What does that say about Big Joe then?" John, quick as a flash, quipped, "Nothing at all. The inverse rule applies." More laughter followed at the same time as a dead arm for John from Big Joe.

Suddenly, Diego lifted his head far enough to look at the cage dancers and to shout, "Jeeshus. Look at those danshers go. Fuckshake!" Big Joe threatened him with another slap if he didn't mind his language in front of the ladies and we all warned him to pack it in. Our indignation faded into jaw dropping silence though as we all focused in on the cage. There were five girls and two guys in the cage gyrating, bumping and grinding furiously. Their bodies were bathed in sweat. We knew this because all of the dancers were almost naked. The girls were wearing only panties or bikini bottoms and the guys were down to their briefs. They were dancing so close to each other it looked in the flashing strobe lights as if they were having sex in front of everyone. There was certainly groping and fondling of each other including the girls squeezing each other's boobs.

As we all foamed at the mouth like Homer Simpson weighing up a doughnut Kari and Caitlin whooped and shouted "WooooWoo. You go girls," and "Shake that thing Lisandro."

"You know the dancers?" quizzed Robbie a tad too eagerly, probably sensing a way in.

"Oh yeah," said Caitlin as if to suggest that anyone who was anyone knew the dancers. "Are they professionals?" pressed Robbie. "Nooooo. Don't be daft," Kari replied, "They're all from our hotel." "Fuc......sorry. Flippin' 'eck," gulped Robbie. "Yeah. That's Lisandro and Jarek. They're the guys and they're on the Animation Team. And the girls are Megan, with the long brown hair, Nicole, the blonde with the big boobs and Victoria, the one with the tattoos. They're Geordies here on holiday. We've got to know them around the pool."

Caitlin added, "They're wild. The whole hotel is wild. Everyone seems to get on really, really well." She glanced at Kari and communicated with a look that led to them bursting out in a fit of giggles. "I wonder where Amanda is," Caitlin wondered aloud to her friend. "Who's Amanda?" I asked. "She's the fourth Geordie girl. You'll know her when you see her," Kari replied knowingly. "What do you mean? Is she famous or something?" more to engage Kari in conversation than out of any interest in the missing Amanda. "No. Silly. Nothing like that. It's just that she's.......Well she's......." she paused as she mulled over a suitable description. Caitlin stepped in with "She's a big titted, muscled, Amazon that's what she is. Amandazon. You can't miss her. And she's lovely and wild and loud and fucking outrageous." At this Diego lifted his head an inch from the table and muttered "Hey I gotta shlap for lesh than tha'." Big Joe gently pushed his head back down and this time we all started giggling. 

We finished our drinks and Big Joe said it was time he carried Diego home. Robbie said he would help him and that left John and I with Caitlin and Kari. John asked the girls if they would like one for the road but they declined. "Let's dance instead," Kari said as she jumped up and grabbed my arm. Caitlin quickly added "And then you can escort us back to our hotel kind Sirs." 

And so we danced. Or was it heavy petting? It certainly wasn't like any kind of dancing I had done at school dances or family weddings. It was very..........physical. It felt like Kari had brought her fabulous body into contact with every inch of my body. She had certainly come into contact with a certain seven inches of it in a grinding, gyrating kind of way. This wasn't 'Dirty Dancing'. This was downright filthy dancing.

And she didn't scream, appear shocked, slap me, push me away or call me a pervert. My brain was having difficulty in computing this type of female behaviour. Kari wasn't conforming to any preconceived protocols that were imprinted in every teenaged boys DNA. I was fully expecting that I would conform to the following six point, five date plan;

1. Ask a girl out on a date.

2.Go on a date during daylight hours in a public/neutral place e.g. walk in park.

3.Go on second date to a restaurant. Risk a 'good night' kiss.

4.Go on a third date to a pub/club. Risk some gentle kissing and a 'roaming hands' exploration whilst dancing. Perhaps feel her bum.

5.Go on a fourth date to see a movie. Pick a RomCom chick flick. Risk some serious snogging and a surreptitious bit of boob action.

6.Go on a fifth date in her parents house; your parents house; ideally arrange to baby sit for someone/anyone. Risk a home run.

Kari had dispensed with points one to three and had gone straight to 'roaming hands' with the implied caveat that the next step, if it were to be included on my plan, would appear between points ten to fifteen.

We changed partners and I got similar treatment from Caitlin until the music stopped.

"Right boys. Take us home," commanded Caitlin. John looked quite calm. I don't know how I looked. Probably like an inanely, grinning buffoon as my mind raced ahead to the hotel room. If that was only dancing my mind boggled at what these two stunning, sexy sirens would do behind closed doors.

But there was a fly in the ointment. Little Joe and Dervla were nowhere to be found.

"Do you think they've gone back to the hotel?" I asked.

"Possibly. Or for another drink," Caitlin replied.

"Knowing Dervla they'll either be skinny dipping or in one of the islands," remarked Kari with a giggle.

"What do you mean 'islands'?" asked John.

Caitlin pointed down the beach at several large, square silhouettes. "Those are where the sun lounger and deck chair attendants stack all the stuff at sunset. They're big squares of beach furniture made up of several stacks with little gaps between them. People use them for all kinds of naughtiness. They're known as the islands," she explained as we made our way towards the nearest island.




The Ffitch Nortons Ch. 04



As we got closer we could hear the unmistakeable sounds of a porn film soundtrack. These sounds were either echoing in stereo or there were several people involved. We carefully stepped onto the island, a raised timber decking, and turned into the first narrow alleyway. As we rounded the corner Caitlin let out a shriek of recognition;

"MUM...............For God's sake put him down," she squealed whilst obviously laughing.

Kari simply said "Dervla, you are incorrigible." Both girls were quite relaxed and not a bit abashed.

John and I turned to each other with our eyebrows expressing so much surprise that they had merged with our respective hairlines and simultaneously mouthed the word "Mum?"

We then pushed forward, craning our necks to see what was happening and sure enough there was Little Joe, stark bollock naked on top of an equally naked Dervla, frozen in mid stroke and clamped in place by Dervlas strong thighs.

"Oh! Girls! I know I'm bad and I'm such a naughty Mummy," Dervla purred, "but if you could see Joes knob you would be doing exactly the same," she insisted breathlessly.

"Well if you want to be a really good Mummy I suggest that you let us make our own minds up about that. Why don't you both come back to the hotel with us? What do you think Kari?" 

"I think your cock hungry Mother should make herself decent in case the Sex Police are on patrol. Unless of course she can't afford the 200 Euro fine," Kari replied with a chuckle.

John and I we're speechless. When we weren't gawping, slack jawed at each other, we were gawping at Caitlin and Kari and throwing double takes at Dervlas tits and Little Joes arse. We obviously had no say in this and absolutely no control over what was going to happen. These were wild women and they were very definitely in the 'hot' seat.

"Good idea girls," said Dervla as she smacked Little Joe on the bum. "Come on Little Big Joe," she continued, "Let's go somewhere less sandy and abrasive so we can all try you on for size." At this Joe got to his feet causing his impressively large cock to swing in front of him.

"Oh my," Kari mumbled appreciatively to which Caitlin added, "Mum your sins are forgiven you." Both girls then reached out and began to fondle Joes big cock and his balls. They both leaned into him and stroked his length slowly whilst Dervla pulled her dress over her head, smoothed it down and picked up her panties. 

As we stood behind them in the shadows John reached over and squeezed my fully erect cock through my shorts. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Then, as John grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard cock I thought I actually was having a heart attack because, even though it was a fleeting moment, I was sure that Little Joe must have seen us as he bent to pick up his boxers. 

"Right, sexy people. Let's go," shouted Dervla as she led us all through the deck chair maze like a naughty Pied Piper. Just before we emerged back onto the sand Kari glanced to her right into another little alley and exclaimed, "There you are Amanda. You are one crazy, greedy slut." All we heard in reply was muffled laughter as myself, John and Caitlin all crowded into the cramped alleyway. Dervla and Joe had already gone past it and were now up ahead on the beach. The sight that greeted us was straight out of a porn film. We were confronted with a magnificent specimen of womanhood being royally fucked by two magnificent specimens of manhood.

"Guys, meet Jerome and Andreas. They're the SCUBA instructors at the hotel. And of course the amazing Amandazon," said Caitlin completing the introductions.

Jerome, a muscular, broad shouldered, tall black guy was steadily pumping what appeared to be a huge glistening cock into Amanda's pussy, doggy-style simply replied "Hey guys." Andreas, was shorter and stockier but no less muscular than Jerome and he was equally as taciturn, nodding a brief "Ola," as he concentrated on fucking Amandas mouth. Amanda was indeed an Amazon. Tall and blonde, her big pendulous tits hung down as she was taken from both ends. Amanda attempted a polite "Hello" but the word was lost somewhere in Andreas pubic region.

My cock was now straining manfully against my shorts attempting to force a path to freedom. It almost exploded when Caitlin and Kari dropped to their knees either side of Jerome. Caitlin grasped his cock on the back stroke preventing it's return on the forward stroke. Amanda groaned with disappointment but Kari soothed her by stroking her back while she said "We're just going to have a quick taste Mandy and then you can have him back, greedy girl," as if it was an everyday occurrence. At that Caitlin pulled Jeromes cock out of Amandas pussy and pointed it at Kari's mouth. I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest. Jeromes cock must have been at least twelve inches long. A whole foot! I looked at John and John looked at me, both of us non-plussed. 

Kari bobbed her head forward and in one smooth movement swallowed half of Jeromes long, strong dick. Kari attacked the big black cock with gusto until it was snatched away from her by Caitlin who then went to town on it with similar enthusiasm. Then both girls joined forces with each girl running her tongue luxuriously up and down the thick, big veined dick. Caitlin paused to compliment Amanda with the words "Mmmm. You taste sweeter than ever 'Mands."

By now I was openly squeezing my own cock through my shorts and John had his hand in his shorts and was obviously working his own dick. I couldn't take my eyes off Jeromes fantastic pole. When I did look up Jerome was looking straight at me. I locked eyes with him and he smiled at me and gave me a knowing wink. I tore my eyes from his and tried to take in the whole scene. I didn't think I would ever see the likes of this again in my life and I didn't want to miss anything. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the scene changed again. Caitlin inserted Jeromes cock back into Amandas pussy causing her to wriggle her bum and moan around Andreas' cock. Kari smacked Amandas bum playfully and Caitlin did the same to Jerome. Both girls then kissed both guys full on the mouth before Caitlin said, "Thanks Andy. Thanks Mandy. And thank you Jerome. See you all tomorrow." Kari turned to John and I and stated in a disarmingly casual manner, "Well boys. Our pussies are just about ready." As we were leaving Jerome called after us. "Hey Guys," he said, "Treat those ladies well. They deserve the best." John replied, "We will mate. That's a promise," while I just gave a rather lame thumbs up, not feeling at all confident that my previous sexual experience quailified me in any way to satisfy any of these hot ladies.

We soon caught up with Dervla and Little Joe who had stopped to wait for us and were engaging in some deep French kissing to pass the time. Dervlas big breasts were exposed again as Joe groped them roughly. 

"Put them away Mum. We need to get back to the hotel sharpish," Caitlin called out as we virtually speed marched past them. As we strode along with the girls, arms casually looped around their trim waists and copping the occasional handful of firm, swaying buttock we attempted to fill in some of the more puzzling gaps.

"What was that about the Sex Police, Kari?" I asked. 

"Oh that. They're not really 'Sex Police' but they are Police. They have a very unorthodox approach to summary justice depending on whether they fancy you, you fancy them, or you can or can't afford 200 Euro or more. If Officers Xabi or Sergi catch you shagging on the beach they arrest you. The guy will be fined 200 Euros. If they fancy the girl they will waive the fine in exchange for a blow job or a fuck. If you genuinely can't afford 200 Euros you can offer them a blow job or a fuck in lieu of the fine."

"Shit. Why doesn't anyone report them?" John asked.

"They do but it's not worth it. The whole Police Force here appear to make the law up as they go along regarding tourists." Caitlin answered.

"Have you ever been caught?" I asked in concerned manner. Caitlin laughed and said "No. But Mum has..............twice," which brought hoots of laughter from Kari. "The second time," she continued, "The poor guy didn't know what hit him. Dervla knew that Xabi and Sergi, both hunks by the way, were on duty. So as soon as she saw them walking down the beach she grabbed a guy and dragged him to the island making sure she was seen. Sure enough she was arrested and gave a whole new meaning to being banged up by the Cops."

Dervla shouted "You make me sound like an insatiable slut, daughter of mine. You're making me blush."

"I doubt that Derv," Kari said. And we all laughed along. Spirits, adrenaline and hormones were high.

We arrived at the hotel and far from sneaking in, or pretending to arrive separately the girls simply breezed into the lobby still hanging on to our arms.

"Hi Pilar," Kari shouted cheerily and then turning to us boys with a stage whisper she asked us "Isn't she gorgeous?"

Pilar responded with a wave and a big smile while she said 'Hello' to all the girls and then looking at us she gave an exaggerated wink and said "You are very lucky boys, yes? You need much energy I think. Good luck. Enjoy your morning."

We tumbled into the lift like six Labrador puppies -- all legs, arms, paws and tongues. 

I mumbled aloud to myself "What an amazing hotel."

"That's why we come here," replied Dervla looking straight at me and then exclaiming "Oh my God. You don't know do you boys. Girls. They don't know. They haven't got a clue"

"A clue about what?" asked Joe. "This hotel. This type of hotel," Dervla replied grinning from ear to ear.

"Type? We know it's all inclusive," I said knowingly like a buffoon.

"Oh it's all inclusive alright." Kari said with a snort of laughter as Caitlin and Dervla burst out laughing.

Then John stated in his usual matter of fact way "Fellas. It's an adult hotel. No kids, no prudes, no inhibitions but stacks of sex. As long as it's not in public and draws attention to the place pretty much anything goes as long as all parties are agreed. Isn't that right girls?"

"You are spot on John. And we three girls are definitely in agreement that we are going to fuck you all tonight."

The lift doors opened. The girls and John stepped out but Joe and I were rooted to the spot, the thousand yard stare fixed to our faces. It was only when the lift pinged and the doors started to close that we darted out and hurried down the corridor to our room.

We got there just in time. As we stepped into the room Kari was standing in the middle of the lounge area raising her dress above her head revealing beautiful pert breasts and delicate, very sexy, duck egg blue lace panties. She casually dropped her dress to the floor and beckoned me towards her saying, "It's time to formally and officially welcome you to the Hotel Panoramica, sexy boy."

To be continued...