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Pamela's Secrets

By: Flynn77



My first live-in girlfriend Pamela and I had been together for a couple of years when we finally got away on vacation together. She was 23 at the time, a brown-eyed beauty with long silken brunette locks and very lovely full set of breasts which lost none of their entrancing buoyancy when freed from her 36C cups. 

I had been instantly attracted to her when we worked together in a bar going through college and lucky enough after some perseverance to get together. Pamela, for all her tall, long-legged attractiveness and sallow skin that gave her a permanent naturally-tanned look, was not sexually outgoing, I found out at first. I was her second serious relationship and she maintained only her first love had ever screwed her.

The one time before going on vacation when she' d been reasonable sexually adventurous with me was when we had a surprise encounter one drunken night with her best friend Lorri – something I wrote about previously. Even then there had been no sexual contact between her and Lorri but I was delighted to be able to fuck both of them in the name of a one-off bit of alcohol-induced fun.

I always used to tease Pamela about her sexual secrets but she was never forthcoming and insisted that I was only her second lover. Now, the only vacation she'd had since getting together with me was right at the start of our 'relationship' when she'd been single a few months and her and I were not actually shagging as yet; more of a casual basis. 

I think I'd only made it to second base if I remember rightly and then she was off on a vacation to Spain with Lorri and a few other girls. Lorri's parents owned an apartment in a hotel complex in the south which the girls stayed in for nothing. 

Their ten day holiday went past pretty quickly if I remember and I did the usual thing of fishing for a bit of salubrious info when they returned, but girls being girls, there was nothing said. All I ever got to hear over the months was that there had been some snogging with the hotel entertainment staff, but names and details were vague.

However, when Pam and I got the chance to go to Lorri's parents' apartment a couple of years later for a token amount of rent, we snapped up the chance for a week in the sun and jumped on a last minute flight.

The weather was terrific, the hotel very well appointed, and the apartment ideal. The first two days there we sunbathed around the pool and hit the local town's hotspots at night.

It was on the third day that Pamela – sunning herself in a gorgeous little white bikini that showed off her tanned figure to maximum erectile effect - was approached by a couple of lads while I was up at the pool bar. I took it to be a pair of holidaymakers trying their luck but when I got back she somewhat sheepishly introduced me to Denis – a typical dark-tanned, handsome Italian hunk with shoulder-length black hair who wore a tight pair of swim shorts - and to Antonio, a Spanish guy with a crew cut and slim, but muscular, build. They both looked fit and aged, like us, somewhere in their early twenties; I was not up to speed at the gym then and wasn't as toned as those two, so first impressions were a bit intimidating. 

More surprising was the fact Pamela knew them – they were part of the full-time hotel entertainment staff and had recognised her from her previous holiday with the girls.

Denis's English was quite good and they both were pretty polite and good company. We shared a few drinks and then the guys left, inviting us to stay in that evening and catch the hotel show.

Word seemed to spread. Pamela palmed off my enquiries about Denis and Antonio and the holiday snogging rumours in good humour. But not long after, another guy appeared, this time with two cute chicks in tow which was a relief and a pleasant surprise for me. More of the entertainment staff. 

The girls were very happy to see Pamela and greeted her like an old friend. The bloke, Alex, an Irish guy with a solid build, good tan and spiky hair, was a bit more cagey around her; maybe not so familiar. 

The girls were a bonus for me – Sally who was twenty, all white smiles, brown hair tied back, lovely little proportioned figure on her enhanced by a yellow bikini, and Morena, a local Spaniard who exhibited all the qualities single guys go to Spain for – full, ruby lips, sparkling eyes and smile, sweeping dark locks that curled around her elegant long neck and shoulders. Her tits kept drawing my eyes like a magnet, encased in a sporty-type bikini top designed only to show off her assets and not for any other athletic purpose. 

She had those sort of large breasts which spread in firm mounds across her chest, curving out the sides of her torso in two firm glorious globes; looked cast from the most perfect and classical of moulds. Her nipples were big, pushing against the silver-grey material of her top as we spoke; thick and erect.

I kept consciously avoiding erections myself as laughs rang out and the girls shared jokes, bumping against me as I lay on my sunbed. Alex was wary of me, I thought, and couldn't take his eyes off Pamela. But then again, I wasn't going to blame him for that. We ended up promising to take in the show that night and join them for drinks after.

So the evening passed and we got together with the entertainment staff. Everything got merry - the ones we'd met and a few others, plus staff, sitting around the hotel bar until the wee small hours. 

When we got back up to our apartment Pamela was drunk and invigorated, I thought, by the attentions of the guys and the fun and banter of the night.

We made it into our apartment only minutes before she stripped in the half-light – her tall athletic figure enticing me with those full breasts and little brown perky nipples - delicious and ripe. When she got horny, I knew from experience she lost a lot of inhibitions and could surprise me with her sexual positivity –some might say aggression. Right then was one example – my generally shy girl deciding she wanted a bit of drunken alfresco sex.

She was already fingering herself, opening the balcony doors and dragging the quilt off our bed and out. She always kept her pussy shaved and by the time I'd whipped off my own gear I found Pamela on all fours –heart-shaped ass cheeks facing me, legs apart and a handful of fingers delving into her smooth wet folds.

There seemed little time for foreplay – she'd taken care of that herself – and demanded breathlessly that I just fuck her out there in the moonlight. So I knelt and took my very hard cock in my fist. I luxuriated in sliding the head up and down her soaking cleft, catching her little clit on each downward stroke.

She was gasping, ravenous. So I plunged my dick in to the hilt and felt her pussy contract around me. Pam attacked her own clit with fluttering fingers and began to groan and cum hard.

I was slapping her ass, pumping in and out of her convulsing pussy. She was lost in orgasm and didn't see the light come on next door and the couple appear on the adjacent balcony.

I did, got a shock and pulled out.

The pair were in their early forties, the guy tall and greying, the woman a very nice blonde milf wearing just a t-shirt which in the low light showed a pair of very trim legs. 

She gasped. The guy wore that typical male goofy grin and his shorts were bulging. The balconies had only thin railings so their view was an unobstructed one of us fucking doggy-style, side-on to them, Pam's head down and ass stuck up high against my groin. 

Pamela was cumming, her face buried in the bed quilt she'd taken onto the balcony, so she did not see our surprise audience. 

I smiled, not willing to stop – buzzing too much. Anyway, the woman was damn hot, so I made sure I withdrew my cock fully, leaving just the head nestled in Pam's pussy folds, then slammed back in. 

This made Pamela howl some more with pleasure and also brought a grin to the blonde woman as she watched wide –eyed, a hand hovering in front of her face in shock. 

Her husband started to pull her back in, grinning like a madman and giving me the thumbs-up. But she resisted, struggling humorously with him, unable to take her eyes off us.

Pamela had reached round and was fondling my balls, hissing at me to come up her. But I had a new agenda. 

I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the milf and pulled my cock out. She immediately feasted her eyes on it and allowed her hubby – not one to miss a chance that guy – to get a grip of her breasts. I grabbed my dick and began to jerk for her. I thrust two fingers into Pamela's wet, gaping bald pussy and began to pump fast, which sent her into another groaning orgasm. 

I told her with a growl I was going to cum all over her, so she wriggled off my fingers, spun round and lay out on her back, legs wide apart, now fingering her clit furiously. 

Her eyes were half-shut. I couldn't believe she hadn't glimpsed our audience but she just kept on frigging herself and telling me to shoot all over her.

I was watching the milf, who was now reaching back and massaging her hubby's cock through his shorts. His manipulations of her tits had produced nice firm nipple bumps under her T-shirt. He saw me looking, and he also saw me glance down at the rising waist of the T, as I was sure I saw bare flesh there in the dim light.

The guy was a sport. He could see Pamela spread out in the most erotic manner, begging for cum, so he gave me a wink and grabbed the hem of his wife's T-shirt. 

He lifted it right up. She reacted instantly, but then stopped, looking dreamily at me as her own exposure took effect. 

I got a superb view of her pussy bathed in the pale light from their room – a prominent mound, waxed clean, white bikini area protruding from between a pair of taut thighs, tanned lovely and golden. 

She had a high slit and the hood of her clit peeked out the top between her pussy lips. His fingers snaked down there, she opened her thighs and I got the lovely sight of her full gash. She was wet – a tell-tale glistening as hubby's fingers slid between her legs. 

That tipped me over. I looked down at Pam, spread and erotic, and to the horny blonde fortysomething, baring her pouting, plucked pussy and getting off on watching me jack-off for her. 

I shot, blasting stings of white cum onto Pamela's writhing sallow flesh. Her moans increased, which was a good thing because I heard the blonde give a little exclamation of delight, too. I watched her hubby hook fingers up into her open pussy as she watched me wank off, and he gazed at the beautiful sight of my girl spread and shining wet between her legs and high on orgasm.

When I finished spurting, the couple slunk back inside, not before he dragged the milf's T up over her head and off, giving me reason to smile broadly at the retreating view of her perky tits and their tight cherry nipples as she disappeared inside – no doubt for a hot session of their own. 

Pam remained oblivious to their presence – too keen to get inside and clean up – her inhibitions kicking in as the high receded. I smiled to myself, and also kept things to myself – I still had four days to go and the vacation has just become a raging success already as far as I was concerned. But as it turned out, my mind was to be blown in quite a manner in the days that followed.

So the next day after screwing my quiet girlfriend in full view of our neighbours, we found ourselves by the pool as usual. We were a bit hungover, so it was well into the afternoon before Pamela fancied a drink. As we were on vacation, I forced myself up to the bar and indulged. After a couple, we were feeling no pain and the hangovers were banished.

That night, the entertainment was once again good and we enjoyed just perching at the bar watching the show with the hundreds of other guests. The three guys on the staff that Pam knew - Denis, Alex and Antonio - did some take-off of the Starlight Express musical and whizzed about the place on rollerblades which was a laugh. 

One of the girls was skating about , too – the little English babe, Sally, as I found out when she sneakily pinched my ass before skating off as I ordered drinks, much to Pamela's amusement. 

The other girl we knew, Morena, was a bit of a singer and took to the stage later to belt out a few musical numbers. All in all, pretty impressive. 

My night got an extra twist when a lean, tanned, greying guy at the bar nudged me and asked if I was going to be taking the air tonight. I thought it was a gay come-on until I caught the wink and recognised him as the bloke from the balcony next door. We had a laugh. He was bursting with enthusiasm for our show, then I nearly had a heart attack as I turned to introduce him to Pamela only to find his milf wife deep in conversation with her. I hurriedly explained to him that Pam had no idea they' d seen us but he assured me his wife was discreet and they had thought that the case anyway. 

He was Neal and that hot blonde fortysomething with the cheery little titties and toned athletic legs was Cathy. She was even better-looking close up: nice green eyes, devilish bright smile, natural blonde hair I realised as she tossed her side-parted fringed locks – not platinum but somewhat lighter by a few shades of lemon than strawberry. She looked what I'd always imagined those pure bred country-girl blondes to look like when they hit milf-hood; A gorgeous and elegant little package with plenty of fun. And she had enough at my expense, teasing me in her own particular code and loving the ribbing she and Neal would give me when Pamela went to the bathroom. They had come abroad for a restful week in the sun without their daughter who was still in school.

We never really talked directly about the hardcore aspect of the sex they'd seen, nor I about the details of what she'd exposed to me - there was just a friendly, sexual tension about our chatter - them telling me what a fun thrill it was to catch us and me returning the compliment. We did decide, however, not to freak Pamela out by revealing what went down the night before, although I was sure they were on the brink of doing it at some moments, much to their glee and devilment.

When the bar closed we all walked up to the adjacent apartments together. Neal and Cathy said goodnight with a glint in their eye, but Pamela was dog-tired. She also was mortified when she found out they were right next door and petitioned me constantly as we undressed for bed, wondering if they'd seen us the night before. I covered, told her course they'd not - they would have said; that fun kind of couple weren't they? Who would have minded anyway? Eventually, she had to agree and drifted off to sleep happy. 

I lay awake for a while, buzzing a bit on the drink and meeting with Neal and Cathy, although I was damn tired, too – all the sun and sangria. 

I did think that at one point I heard next doors balcony doors open and low voices outside, but I never got up the energy to go investigate and slept sound until the bright morning woke me.

That next day, my world got a whole lot hotter and it wasn't the sun.

We spent the day down the beach. Lovely bikini-clad bodies everywhere, and plenty for Pamela to check out too, as I kept asking, and she reluctantly admitting.

Back in the hotel the plan was actually to hit the town after dinner in their smart restaurant, but that was scuppered when Neal and Cathy joined us at the bar for pre-dinner drinks and insisted we have dinner with them – their gift. Pamela was happy but expressed her mild bemusement to me; I didn't have the nerve or heart to tell her why this couple might want to buy us dinner.

Cathy had a little white dress on which showed off the cleavage of her perky titties to maximum effect. As dinner progressed in the busy restaurant and the wine loosened inhibitions, Neal teased her about the waiters getting a good eyeful down her dress when they attended to us. Cathy laughed it off, commenting that she had nowhere near the effect that Pamela would have with her 'bouncing boobies' as she called them.

Pamela took it in good spirit – she was wearing a sexy red dress which tied up behind her neck but revealed no flesh at the front. Her tits were held up beautifully by the tight material, though and, we all took a good look as she discussed support with Cathy. 

Cathy let slip that she, too, had no bra on, but her cleavage secret was in the 'invisible tape' she was wearing under her dress. To demonstrate, she actually lowered her dress a little at the front and pulled up the end of a bit of tape from the side of her boob. I couldn't quite see everything but Pamela shrieked with laughter and clapped as a passing waiter got a great shot of Cathy's exposed right nipple; his eyes about bulged clean out his head and he very nearly collided with the sweet trolley. 

Cathy fixed her dress back an giggled with a wink to me as Neal guffawed at his wife's gall.

After dinner we were at a bit of a loose end, wondering whether or not to hit the town. But because we were all having such a good time the four of us ended up sitting in the hotel bar watching the show again. Neal bought a bottle of champagne so the girls were very happy and very tipsy. They did as the night before and would become involved in their own little conversations while we guys chatted generally and checked out the attractive women amongst the crowd, plus the show girls as well. 

Neal confided in me that they'd gone onto their balcony the previous night right enough but hadn't done anything because there was no light from our place. I confirmed that we'd been so worn we'd just gone to sleep, but we both reckoned that there might be some fun in the offing that evening and talked it up like two enthused schoolboys. 

But I was a bit more reticent when I thought about it carefully - Pamela could be quite shy sometimes when it came to it, and knew nothing of what had been seen the other night. So I gently hinted to Neal that Cathy should attempt to loosen Pam's inhibitions a little.

As the show wore on we were again accosted by the performers – little Sally buzzed up to us on her blades during the Starlight bit and gave Neal and I a peck on the cheek each, before bending over in front of us and slapping her tight little sparkly shorts- encased ass cheeks much to the audience and our amusement. 

Then the three boys – Denis, Antonio and Alex – would whiz by, crouching down at the girl's crotch height – we were sat on four bar stools – and pretend to gaze with shock up their dresses. They got a clap and a laugh. 

Then Cathy said to Pamela, "We should really give them something to look shocked about when they try that again."

Pam took it as a joke, but I hear Cathy continue to insist as the two of them made for the bathrooms during the show interval. Neal raised his eyebrows and said, "Y'know, Cathy might just do it. She's had a bit to drink and what with the fun you gave us the other night. . ."

"Hey, I'm hoping so," I laughed, though I didn't believe she quite had the nerve to flash the guys in such a packed area.

Then Neal moved his barstool out from the bar, placing it opposite me. He read the frown on my face and said, "Come out her across from the girls. Give the skaters a channel to skate down between the stools and let's make sure we get a good view of any flashing as well. . ."

Up for a laugh, I did so. When the girls came back they expressed confusion but laughed when Neal explained. We were right across from them and I could see as far as both Cathy's and Pam's toned mid-thighs as I looked up their respective white and red dresses. It wouldn't take much of a hike to expose their crotches if they went for it.

About a half-hour later, as we indulged in some more banter, the show kicked-off again. Eventually the skaters started to work the crowd and Neal announced over the music and other bedlam that it was almost time to test the girl's nerve.


Pamela's Secrets



As before, Sally was first round, skating behind Neal and I and flicking her fingers along the backs of our necks. Neal pushed his stool further out after she was gone, urging me to do the same and create a definite path that the guys would have to take and not go behind us.

Then Denis and the others approached. Neal even pointed at his wife, beckoning the guys in our direction. They swooped past and both Pamela and Cathy gave quick lifts of the front of their dresses. But it was so quick I never really saw anything, although Neal did say, "Wow! Did I see that?".

I checked out the reaction of the skaters – they were looking back, slightly bewildered but amused. I watched Denis - the Italian - indicate that they should go back round towards us.

"Here they come again," said Neal. "Hope you two are going to give them a proper flash and not that sad excuse. . ."

Pamela giggled, looked wide-eyed and pensive at Cathy, gnawing her bottom lip. Cathy grasped her dress hem with both hands, making a show of it. Nervous, Pamela did likewise.

Then the guys came zooming through out little parade ground. Denis at the front, followed by Antonio, then Alex, all skating crouched down, heads turned to the girls.

A few guys around the bar had half an idea what was going on and craned round for a look.

Pamela was first in line, before Cathy and amazed me as she gasped, "What the hell!" and lifted her dress. The tight red material was drawn up to above her groin exposing her silky black bikini-style panties. 

I loved it, got a buzz, switched my eyes to Cathy, just as I heard one of the skaters cry out, "Shit, check that!" It was Irish Alex, last in line, who'd gotten the best of views as the girls held up the front of their dresses.

And what he was checking brought a smile to my face and a stirring to my loins. Cathy was baring her pussy. There was enough ambient light to make her smooth lips glow, the white bald mound contrasting with her tan thighs. No panties in sight, yet a gleam of moisture along her slit.

Neal clapped. I gaped. So did a few others.

Pamela dropped her own dress back and cried out with both hands pressed to her face in shock. "Oh my God! Cathy! You did it! You took them off! Oh!"

Then she said to me, "She told me she had taken them off in the toilets! I didn't believe her! Oh my God!" Then she too burst out laughing.

The show was going on, but you could see the guys slightly putt off by events, fluffing their cues, glancing over at the bar, laughing amongst themselves.

Cathy and Pamela were sent over some drinks by a few happy blokes. Pamela was still expressing her shock intermittently.

Cathy said to her, "You chickened out! I thought you were going to flash them as well?"

"I did! Just not. . .I didn't expect you meant, y'know – everything!"

"It's not a flash if they don't see it all, right Andy?"

I knew she meant the other night when I'd been flashed that same succulent pussy. She was teasing. "Oh, I enjoyed it, too, thanks. . ." I replied.

"Oh you did, did you?" Pam asked in mock anger. 

"Enjoyed you both," I said with a smile.

"But you wished I had taken my panties off too?"

I shrugged, "Wouldn't have complained. . .Not like you don't get out naked in public much. . ."

She actually blushed, shushed me about the balcony incident. If only she'd known. I half expected it to be brought up there and then but Cathy was cagey. "Did you not get a bit of a thrill, Pamela? I did. Good-looking boys. . ."

Pamela looked over at the stage. "Yeah, I know. . .Met them before. . ."

"She was snogging them a couple of years back," I quipped.

Cathy shrieked, "No way! Really!"

Pam was bright red, trying to be angry with me but letting a laugh escape. "No, no. . .No! Well, I was here with some gilrls. . .a friend's mum and dad own that apartment we're in. . ." 

"Ah, a girls' holiday," winked Cathy theatrically. "Enough said." She tapped a finger to her nose.

"It wasn't like that!" Pamela gasped, outraged.

"Oh, no?" Cathy raised a quizzical eyebrow.

Pam looked over at the show on stage. "Like I said. . ."

Neal nudged me, looking interested. I just shrugged, added, "Hey, girls secrets. I just picked up a bit of rumour. . ."

"Exactly," said Pamela with a glint, narrowing her eyes at me. "Rumour that's what it is."

I smiled a sarcastic smile back at her.

"Wouldn't mind hearing some of those juicy rumours," said Neal.

Pamela laughed and retorted, "If you're a good boy, you might get to hear them later. Now why don't you get your flashing wife and I a drink for our dare?"

"You only get half a drink," I said. "Kept your panties on. . ."

"Don't push it big boy," she joked. "Or they'll be staying on permanently when you're around."

"Oh-oh," Neal said, edging his barstool back towards the girls, "Time to get a round in. . ."

As the night drew to a close, the show gang began to appear around the bar. The three guys rolled up in a very jolly mood with a lot of questions to ask the girls. Pam and Cathy fended their enquiries as to what they had really seen – apparently only Alex had gotten a really good look and he was adamant neither Cathy nor Pamela had panties on. 

Pamela looked really shy about the whole thing and quite reluctant to talk about it; she kept glancing over at me, looking worried. I shot her a few smiles to calm her but couldn't help but wonder why she was so anxious.

Alex was a bit more forthcoming than when I'd met him previously by the pool and, given he spoke English as a first language did most of the talking and a bit of translating into Spanish for Antonio and Italian for Denis although both of them conversed very well.

A little while later the two girls I knew – Sally and Morena the singer joined us, showered after their show and wearing nice casual gear – Morena had on a small black strappy top which enhanced those magnificent tits of her to terrific effect drawing a multitiude of stares. She wore a pair of dark jeans which accentuated her shapely legs and high, full ass – almost a black girl's ass on this sallow-skinned Mediterranean beauty.

Sally was cute as ever, stood right next to me in a little white mini skirt and boob-tube top that clung to her small perky breasts. Two buds poked the tight material across her chest and my eyes kept darting to those hard nipples, the comical urge just to hook a finger into the elasticated material and pull it down a bit flashing through my inebriated mind. She was also wearing her brown bobbed hair down instead of tied back as I'd seen yesterday and for the show. It softened her and gave her a sexy air, more warm than 'chirpy' as she'd first appeared. Not far in groin-stirring looks from the fine-titted chick from 'Friends' – y'know, the one Brad Pitt booted for being a miserable cow. . .

The entertainment staff certainly proved just as entertaining off-duty, however. Cathy was lapping up the attentions as the drinks and jokes flowed. We were joined by another girl and guy – both Spanish. The guy, who everyone called, 'Juanjo' – though I never did know if it was a nickname or his first name – pointed with an open mouth as he set eyes on Pamela. He gave her a big hug, greeting her like an old friend saying something in Spanish which neither she nor I understood. Pam looked even more nervous as Juanjo blabbed away, full of compliments I reckoned. Pamela introduced me, making sure he knew I was her boyfriend. 

He nodded and exclaimed "Aaaah. . ." as if the info was finally sinking in. He shook my hand enthusiastically, flicking his dark eyes to Pamela, saying something in Spanish to me which he found amusing, shaking his slicked-back dark hair and flashing his dazzling smile. He appeared a right smooth operator, so I just nodded along, smiling, shrugging.

The girl – his girlfriend, I was told – knew Pamela as well. She was very bright and sparky, a slim leggy girl with blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. Her Northen Spanish genes kept her hair a waxen, straw-blonde colour, setting off her attractive tan face which was speckled across her nose and cheeks with freckles. She moved in a very elegant manner, sporting long legs encased in a pair of sheer white pants that exposed her flat brown belly – complete with belly-button diamond that sparkled as much as the black sequinned top which held firm her fine, high breasts and revealed a very tantalising valley of shining cleavage. 

She also wore a neck choker, black with diamond studs which set off her refined appearance. When I was introduced she offered her hand for me to kiss, which I did so and caught the faintest whiff off a very nice perfume. This willowy creature was called Rosa and I placed her slightly older than the other girls – except Cathy – at around her late twenties.

Pamela explained in a bit of a nervous mumble that Rosa and Juanjo had 'hung around' when she and the girls had been on holiday, but they were not part of the hotel entertainment staff. Rosa worked in the hotel office but Juanjo had employment in the town somewhere. Town lothario, I reckoned, as he schmoozed with Cathy, charming her - well, you couldn't say 'panties off' because it was too late for that – despite his flimsy grasp of English.

The hotel bar was not scheduled to close to guests for another couple of hours but Sally suggested we all head up to Denis's suite for a bit of a party. The entertainment staff had the following day off so tonight was a night for some fun.

Neal and Cathy were right up for it. Pamela was a bit hesitant and needed a bit of cajoling. She even said to me, "You sure about this?" before realising I was going to question her reluctance and so she shrugged and said, "If you want, Andy. I don't mind. . ."

I wondered what her problem was – she usually likes a fun night. Some old grudges? I didn't think so – there seemed no cattiness between the girls. That set me off wondering about the snogging rumours and exactly who, if anyone, Pam had gotten involved with when she was here with her friends.

But Denis was having no refusals. He took a few bottles of drink from the bar on tick and led the way. Everyone followed, merry enough.

His suite was a really nice live-in apartment on the top floors of the hotel. A main living area led onto an open-plan bedroom with a broad balcony big enough to hold six people with some room to spare. All decorated in light, bright colours with soft furnishings and off-white curtains. There was a kitchen and bathroom off down a short corridor. It was actually nicer than the apartment Lorri's parents were letting us use; definitely more spacious. 

He did only have one couch and an armchair to sit on so the eleven party-goers spread out using his big bed for seating as well. Sally threw the balcony doors open and we wandered about for a bit, sipping drinks and chatting about nothing in particular.

I was out on the balcony sharing a joke with Neal when a rise in the commotion levels drew us back in. Turned out Sally, Morena, Rosa and Juanjo had just been made aware of Cathy's flash to the skater boys. There was much hilarity.

Denis was loudest, adding that he couldn't believe it was Cathy who had on no panties and not Pamela. I wondered a bit about that. 

Pamela was more drunk by now and a bit looser so she catcalled him down. Sally claimed she also didn't believe that and Pam flashed her silky black panties just to prove it. That put a spike in my groin, got a few appreciative shouts from the guys. Pam blushed shook her head and drank.

Alex wanted Cathy to show the other guys that he was damn right in what he'd seen. She was sitting on the edge of the bed beside Pamela with her legs crossed. Sally had commanded the only armchair while Morena, Rosa and Juanjo were squeezed on the couch. Denis was standing in the midst of it with Antonio by his side. Alex was leaning on the TV placed between the bedroom and living area. I was stood at the end of the bed near the balcony with Neal. Cathy looked at her husband with a cheeky glint. He kind of nodded his approval and before you knew it Cathy had uncrossed her legs and provided everyone with a quick flash again. It was very quick and her cheeks definitely flushed at the uproar it caused.

Cathy said, "Hey, who wears panties in this heat anyway?" 

Neal laughed, "You, for about three hours then they're off to flash!"

I got the impression she indulged in this pantiless lifestyle quite often. . .

"Well, I've got some on!" said Sally in her cute London accent, and she flipped up her short white mini to prove it. Sitting in the chair, her hips were angled up and she gave Neal and me a great camel-toe view of her white panties hugging her little mound.

"Well, you've seen mine, too," said Pam. "So I guess that's just you who's the tramp, Cathy. . ." The girls laughed.

Then Antonio shouted, "Hey, Juanjo say Rosa has no panties as well!"

Rosa slapped her man playfully as Juanjo ducked and laughed, sitting between her and Morena on the couch. Morena joined in with his mock beating.

Sally pointed at her co-star and claimed, "Morena's got nothing on under those jeans either. I saw her in the dressing room!"

"Hey, so that makes you two the only chicks with underwear on, "said Alex in his Irish brogue with a charming smile as he looked between Sally and Pamela.

"Huh, what about you, playboy," Pamela grinned at him. "Thought you didn't wear any either?"

She was too involved teasing Alex to notice my surprise. What was this? How did she know anything about that?

He was beaming back at her. "And what would you remember about that?" he asked.

That seemed to bring her to her senses. She looked at me quickly, then shook it off with a smile. "No idea. Just a guess by the looks of you. . .an alley-cat"

He seemed to intuit her discomfort, glanced at me, said, "Ah, that would make me an O'Malley. . .You're a shy thing, Pamela, aren't ya?"

She blushed. He smiled at me; a conspiratorial grin which I did my best to play along with despite my confusion. 

Sally saved her any inquisition by piping up, "You sluts better prove you're commando!" 

Morena threw a cushion at her. Rosa didn't comprehend at first but laughed when Morena translated the expression. She jumped to her feet, fixedly staring down Sally and fiddling with her waist button. 

I made a face at Neal; he creased his forehead – 'wow!' – back at me. 

Morena gleefully joined in, giggling madly, standing to her full statuesque height as she unzipped her jeans' fly.

My pulse was racing. Rosa loosened her white pants first, then turned and wiggled them down. She leaned against the back of the couch, baring a tight, round ass to us, devoid of tan lines I noted but looking absolutely juicy as a peach, each symmetrical butt cheek lovely and soft and smooth.

"Shit!" Neal muttered, "Sweet. . ."

I had to agree. Morena followed on, spinning as she dropped her jeans. They slipped further than she intended I think – right to just above her knees. She was bending as she turned, the jeans slipping from her fingers. Her body shape just afforded me a quick glimpse of her groin – a flash of a dark bush hidden in the shadow there. Then she was all ass, leaning like Rosa against the back of the seat, bum stuck out. Her voluptuous figure had the ass to match the tits, a big firm heart-shaped butt in perfect proportion to the rest of her. Her thighs were bared by the fallen jeans – long, muscular but fine indeed. A real Amazonian.

They got a big cheer and applause. Juanjo, sitting between them grinning like the man who just won the lotto, reached up and slapped his girl's ass. Rosa squealed and wiggled. Then Juanjo did the same to Morena, whooping like a cowboy – the red-blooded kind, not the Brokeback Mountain kind. . .

This got them both wiggling their bare asses playfully. Morena's pants slipped a bit, their bright white setting off her slim brown tan thighs and ass. But the real reward was in the wiggle – where Neal and I were standing we saw their full on rear view as they arched their backs and swung their asses about. 

That meant a sight of two delectable pussies from the back. Morena's pubic hair, fluffing between the backs of her thighs as her big hairy pussy lips pushed right out. Rosa's slimmer thighs formed an arch around her groin, displaying her bald undercarriage beautifully – two thin outer lips with lippy inner labia poking through. They looked like little petals as she shook side to side.

I had to sit when the two Spanish chicks started to pull their jeans back up – my dick had risen considerably fast to form a bit of a bulge. I took a seat on the end of the bed, Cathy between me and Pamela. Neal slumped down on the floor at Cathy's feet, looking up at us with a big sloppy grin.

"You two enjoyed that," Cathy laughed.

"You bet," her hubby said. Then he looked at me, pretended to wipe a tear away and sobbed, "this is the best holiday of my life. . ."

I had a good laugh at that one. Then it got even better. Or more. . .strange, should I say.

Sally tutted and said to Pamela with a smile, "Damn, Pamela. . .That just leaves us the odd ones out."

Pam gave a small laugh, said, "And I' think I'll stay odd one out, thanks Sally. . ."

"Oh, you got shy now?"

"Ha-ha. . ."

"Bet you think she's really shy, Andy?" Sally giggled to me.

I didn't really know what to say. But Cathy put her big foot in it.

"Not shy enough to say no to a good screw on her balcony a couple of nights ago!" she exclaimed.

Pam looked genuinely aghast.

"Neal moaned with humour, "Aw, no, Cath. No, you weren't meant to say. . ."

"You saw us?" Pamela gasped.

"Yep, everything," Cathy said with glee. "And Andy saw us watching. . ."

Damn, how alcohol loosen tongues. . .Everyone joined in the remarks and cheering, even the Spanish when it was translated.

Pam was red-faced, glaring at me. I just smiled and said, "Hey, how could I tell you?" with a shrug.

She looked like she was going to kill me – glad I had Cathy between us – but she eventually laughed and shook her head, saying, "God, what I do when I'm drunk. . ."

"Yeah!" Sally suddenly shouted, pointing at Pamela, "That's right!" She looked at Alex, at Denis, said with enthusiasm. "Get that tape! What about that tape, Alex? From back then? Pamela and her friends and us?"

Alex looked at me pretty concerned. I was bemused. I glanced at Pam. She looked horrified, staring at Alex. Denis yelled, "I get it!" and disappeared towards his kitchen.

Pamela jumped up, shouting, "No way! You said it. . .No way. . ."

Juanjo yelled, "We have seen it, Pamela! Magnifico!"

Sally was laughing, got to her feet, grabbed Pam and yelled, "Help me! She's got to watch it!"

Pam struggled but was laughing too – a bit in denial I think. But Morena and Rosa joined in. Even Cathy after looking at Neal and checking with me. I shrugged – I was shrugging a lot that night; just got to let some things go and see how they transpire I guess. Wore a sort of wan smile on my face as I tried to get a handle on what was going on/about to happen.

The girls wrestled Pamela to the couch, holding her down, shooing Juanjo off. Cathy tickled her until Pamela was helpless with laughter. Morena was sat beside her, pinning one arm and leg against the seat with her own body. Sally took the other side, perched one the chair arm needing Rosa's help because of her small size. Cathy gave up the fight and took the opposite couch arm from Rosa and Sally.

I edged up the bed, Neal sitting himself beside me and Antonio joining us to get a view of the big widescreen TV that Alex was preparing.

"What's going on?" Neal asked.

"Not sure," I muttered. "Wasn't really going out with her long when she was here with the girls. . ."

"Ah, the snogging rumours?" Neal said with a sly wink.




Pamela's Secrets



"Yeah. . ." I said, wondering exactly how much was rumour.

Denis returned looking pleased with himself and holding aloft a VHS tape. 

"You cool with this?" Alex said to me. 

Surprised, I nodded. Whatever. Intrigued, I'd have said, and a little buzzed to know what was coming.

Pamela squealed, yelling, "Don't you dare! Andy, it was just silly fun! Drunk fun!" But she was having difficulty in being serious given the amount of alcohol consumed and the daft situation with the other girls holding her down. She did wriggle furiously though, attempting a last-minute escape as Denis and Alex fed the tape in to the video recorder beneath the TV.

As she jerked about, Pam's dress rode higher. She kicked those long beautiful legs, her heels waving about dangerously. Her black panties were exposed, letting the whole room check out her fine crotch. I could see her waxed mound and lips clearly defined under the sheen of the smooth black material. And every time she thrashed and threw a leg up the thong-type gusset would creep inward. My heart and dick leapt at the thought her pussy lips would appear around the panties. 

And as Morena tried to hold her down she too shook, those great big full titties quivering under her top – and to my delight her jeans were still unbuttoned, forcing the fly and waist further apart until the fleshy 'V' exposed dark curls at its nadir.

Sally was having real difficulty and every twist she made to control Pam resulted in a flash of bright white panty beneath her mini-skirt. Rosa mostly had her back or side to us as she aided Sally but she too had not fully fastened her white pants back up and the loose waist material promised much.

Watching the girls was quite a show that certainly entranced Neal, Antonio and myself. 

It was only when Cathy said, "Hey, look – that's Pamela!" and the tinny sound of recorded music and voices filled the room from the TV, that our attentions turned.

On screen, the same apartment we sat in now. However, it was daylight. There were a number of people in there, music pumping and drinks flowing. Everyone was sitting around. The camera swept along the couch: Morena, Sally – with dyed blonde hair at the time – Denis, Antonio, then came a girl called Nicola – small, dark haired buxom – that Pamela vacationed with. 

On the edge of the bed sat Lorri, Pam's mate and whose parents owned our holiday apartment. She was a short-haired quiet girl with great big tits on a slim frame. Another girl sat next to her – a redhead with pale skin, high cheekbones and a nice full mouth. 

"Who's that?" I asked Pamela, who'd stopped wriggling and looked in shock.

"Um, Petra. . .Oh my God, you kept this?" she said absently to Alex.

He just smiled like he'd have been crazy not to.

"She was on holiday with you all? Yeah? This from a couple years back?" I asked her.

"Um, yes. Yes. Look do we have to. . ."

"Oooh, yeah, missy," Sally giggled. "You shy now? Shy, my ass. . ."

Pamela looked worried but kept watching the screen.

"Alex is on the camera," Sally added as it panned towards the balcony and two more girls came inside. One was Pamela right enough, her chestnut locks cut in the short dark bob I'd know when we started dating. Beside her, a friend who was the fourth girl on vacation - Carrie, whom I'd always fancied a bit. She was blonde, naturally light with sharp, Nordic features and a body that I always wondered about – those high but ski-sloping breasts that turn up at the end and a similar flow to the lines of her body – slim waist, flaring out at the hips to a what I always think of as a hippy-style 70s-chick Woodstock ass – heart shaped, wide along the bottom on top of slim legs which means a hollow 'V' gets formed at the crotch. Makes the girl look wiry, yet willowy and sexy.

Anyway, I gathered all this body info from the first few seconds of that tape because all the girls were wearing bikinis – some sort of late afternoon party in Denis's apartment.

Then we got a shock – Morena took out her big beautiful tits for the camera, slipping off her patterned bikini top and cupping each spectacular big breast, pretending to lick a big dark rubbery nipple. Her chest was a wonder.

It sparked as many roars of approval, squeals of laughter back then as it did in the room while everyone watched.

But I got the impression everyone on the tape was considerably more drunk than we were watching – looked like a few cocktails had been downed.

Alex's voice, close to the cam, spoke as her focussed on Sally. "Come on, sweet lips," he said in his charming Irish voice, you said you would if I got the camera out. . ."

"Oh my God. . ." Pamela said in the room, now, "I remember. . ."

On screen, Sally stuck her tongue out and stood up from the couch. "I can't compete with those things," she said pointing at Morena's heavenly globes.

Then Lorri's voice, off screen, "You said you would! You lost the forfeit. . .you chicken out, none of us play. . ."

In the room as we watched, Denis commented, "This, it started out as some truth and dare," he explained to Neal and I. 

"Truth or Dare, you mean, "Said Neal.

Denis laughed, glanced at Pamela, grinned, "A lot of dare, yeah?"

Pamela said, "Oh, no. . .Andy, it was just drunk fun. . .We. . ."

"Shush," Sally said. "Here's my moment. . ." She giggled.

Back on TV, the little blonde tanned Sally of two years previous, looked challengingly at Lorri out of the picture and said, "Oh yeah? Well, let's see how much daring you holiday girls have got in you. . ."

Then she grabbed both sides of her white string-tie bikini, undid them with a pull and dropped her bikini bottoms to the floor. 

Uproar, then and now. Sally standing on TV, perky little tits encased in a flimsy bikini top, hands on narrow hips and completely bare from the waist-down. She had a little strip of brown pubes – Alex zoomed right in on it, letting us have a great close up of her bare pussy lips and barely protruding nub of a clit that just poked out the top of her slit. Then her hand was down covering and he zoomed back out to catch Sally doing a twirl and letting everyone see her cute bubble-butt.

"That's fantastic," Neal said, "Absolutely fantastic," watching the TV in amazement. 

Sally thanked him, asked, "Do you think I look better blonde or natural brunette?"

"Frankly, I wasn't looking at your head," Neal answered to bring the house down.

On screen, I was enthralled as Alex swung the camera at Lorri. She always comes across as overtly quiet. I did know a little better, but was still taken aback as she quite brazenly pulled her bikini down to reveal both her full, succulent tits. Not quite as big or dynamic as Morena's but nonetheless impressive and finishing in ski-jump turns much like Carrie's. 

Lorri's quivering tits settled with each puckered pink nipple at full attention. Alex got a good close up before panning back out and around to catch reactions. I noted Carrie and Pamela had now sat on the bed beside their two holiday pals.

Sally's voice on screen: "So what,? That's only tits like Morena. . .I let the boys see some pussy. . ."

"I bet the boys see it all the time," Petra said. "I'll bet they don't see this. . ." and she leaned back a little as Alex got her full body in shot. Petra tugged her red bikini bottoms down at the front to reveal a fiery triangle of red bush.

"Wow! Fire in the hole," Alex said on cam.

"Jee-sus. . ." Neal said sitting next to me. 

I would have agreed but my throat and mouth were dry with excitement and anticipation.

There was clapping on and off-screen Denis appeared in shot, bending right over to get a good look at Petra's bush as she kept her bikini open. He said something complimentary in Italian and stood back up. Petra grabbed at his crotch, getting a hold second go. He laughed bent double. Lorri joined in, tugging at his shorts. In seconds they were down and both girls had their hands on a sizeable piece of meat. Alex zoomed for a close-up. 

In the room with us, the girls cooed appreciation. Denis wore a big grin. 

On-screen, his circumcised cock was rising. Perta had his balls and I was surprised to see the enthusiasm Lorri showed as she jerked his shaft, using her other hand to roll his cockhead in her palm. 

Snogging? I looked at Pamela. She was transfixed as was everyone else with the TV. 

I didn't know where to stare – I saw Cathy slide a hand up her dress as she sat on the couch arm watching Denis's big cock get wanked by two girls on-screen.

And wank it they did. Lorri brought him to full erection – a thick, eight inches by a guess. Petra got a hand on his shaft, too and they took turns to jiggle his heavy balls.

Alex panned the camera around – Carrie and Pamela watching on, mesmerised. On the couch back then – Morena was letting Antonio suck on her big nipples. She had her head back, lazily watching Denis get jerked. Antonio also had a hand in her bikini bottoms – Alex lingered for a moment on his fingers working under the material. 

Beside us on the bed, Antonio gave Neal and I the thumbs up and a wink. I laughed.

I heard a groan come from Morena in both time zones.

Then Sally was behind Denis on TV, squeezing his ass and rubbing her bare crotch up against it.

She reached round, took his cock for herself and guided it towards Lorri's mouth, saying, "Come on, holiday girl, let's see how much fun you are. . ."

Lorri took it between her lips without hesitation. In fact, she was ravenous, swallowing it all, make appreciative noises. Alex framed Petra in the shot beside them- fingers down her bikini, watching with hungry eyes.

I wanted to know what Pamela was making of it but the shot stayed with the action some more, slurping and moaning replacing the music in the background.

"That's enough," Sally said onscreen and shuffled Denis away from Lorri, still pressed in behind him. She guided him by the cock along to Petra who greedily took her turn at sucking him off. She still kept fingering herself, now with added vigour as she took that thick cock between her pouting lips.

I herd a moan in the room watching – Cathy, amazingly unreserved, clearly playing with herself on the arm of the couch. Her dress was so high you could see her hand work on her crotch. 

Juanjo, sat right below on the floor, was caught between staring right up Cathy's dress at the live pussy show or watching the events unfold on telly. Rosa slid over to him, snuggling right up, taking a look at Cathy as well. She reached to Juanjo's crotch and started to feel him up.

"Fucking hell," Neal said, and I turned, expecting him to be commenting on his wife's display but, funnily, he was still entranced by the pictures onscreen.

Sally had moved Denis along from Petra. The sexy Carrie whom I'd long fancied was next. I hadn't expected to see what I saw – always thought her the most reserved of all Pamela's old friends, but Carrie had gotten carried away (pardon the wordplay) and had stripped her bikini bottoms right off and popped those two fabulous sloping tits out. She had both feet up on the bed and had leaned back to grant her access to her pussy. It was a fleshy wet hole adorned by a light brown bush of pubes. Around her lips she had shorn them very short but not bald. 

She looked incredibly turned on – her fingers were slipping at pace through her thick pussy lips and her juices running right down to her tiny puckered asshole. She was baring all she had in a very erotic, sexual manner. Alex zoomed so quick it went out of focus for a few moments leading to moans in the watching room. But then we got glorious in-your-face footage of fingers penetrating Carrie's soaking pussy, a thumb rubbing fast little circles around her prominent clit.

I felt movement beside me – Neal was getting his cock out. I edged away a bit – I had a raging hardon but wasn't quite up for a public wank right then. However I noted Antonio was rubbing at his own bulge. 

Checking round the room I saw both Alex and Denis look from the screen to the girls on the couch and at Cathy, Rosa and Juanjo. Everyone was involved in a tense, teasing game of dare and voyeurism. 

The action onscreen had taken this drunken soiree past boiling point for some – Cathy was engrossed in her own masturbation and events on TV. Juanjo was glancing from her to the telly, letting Rosa jerk his cock right there on the floor in front of Cathy and the girls.

On the couch Morena was sneaking a hand into the open crotch of her jeans while her other arm loosely held Pamela. 

Sally, like Pamela, was focussed on the TV.

Back onscreen Alex had zoomed out again, catching Carrie's lovely wide aureole in shot – they capped the entire end of her tits. 

She sat up on instruction from Sally, eagerly taking her turn to swallow Denis's offered dick.

In the wide shot I saw Petra still looking on, fingering herself beneath her bikini and Lorri sort of in a trance watching Denis's cock pump in and out of Carrie's mouth; Lorri had both hands in her crotch, though not moving fast. Her big tits still stood proud and bare, a flush across her heaving chest. 

But it was obviously Pamela's reaction which most interested me. She was next beside Carrie who gobbled on cock and fingered herself, sloppy, wet noises being picked up by the camcorder mic. 

Pamela was as transfixed then as she was in the room watching. She showed little emotion other than intense concentration as she watched Denis's dick get sucked only feet from her. I saw her nips poke the top of her orange bikini – a favourite that she had on holiday with us that year as well (mental note to have her wear it).

Then Sally was pulling Denis back from the grasping Carrie who bemoaned her loss but continued to finger herself, breath gasping fast, tits shaking. She was very close to cumming hard I reckoned.

Sally guided Denis along to Pamela.

Beside me, Neal growled his appreciation and out the corner of my eye I realised both him and Antonio were wanking their cocks in full view. 

But everyone seemed too interested in events onscreen. Sally pushed Denis to Pamela. She looked at his cock right in front of her face, reached a hand up, touched its shiny, dome head. She brushed her fingers along his shaft, seemed to debate internally, then she shook her head, smiled a timid smile and leaned away.

"Chickenshit!" Sally said onscreen. Denis's cock bobbed in mid–air. It looked like Pamela was having second thoughts. 

Lorri's voice said, "It's okay, Pam. . it's lovely."

Petra: "Go on. . ."

Then a hand was grasping around Denis again – Carrie's. She was hauling him towards the bed, Sally unable to control the momentum.

"I want it in me," Carrie moaned. "Right up. . ."

The camera shook as Alex moved to the side to catch all the action. He was right beside Pamela, filming as everyone watched Carrie lie back, now completely naked, open and wet. She pulled Denis down on top of her, guiding his big cock right into her gaping hole with no ceremony. Denis gasped something in his own lingo and began to pump. Carrie hooked her slim legs around his broad back and urged him on. 

Sally rubbed herself up and down his ass, fingering her tight little pussy and reaching under to fondle Denis's nuts. The audio was a flurry of sexual grunting, moans groans and sighs.

Petra clambered onto the bed fully as well, kicking off her bikini pants. She lay at the side of Carrie and spread her legs wide exposing that full red bush with the pink hole at it's centre winking invitingly,. She took Denis's wrist and had him slide two fingers into her cunt while she flicked her clit with her free hand.

Carrie started cumming, almost screaming the place down. That set off Petra too and she gave up using Denis's hand as a dildo to frig and bring herself off.

Carrie bucked so hard Denis slopped right out. He staggered back with Sally still clamped round him. Alex continued to film the two girls cumming on the bed together. It was quite a sight; a frenzy of pussy. Carrie seemd in a world of her own while Petra frigged herself hard and did not take her eyes of Denis's throbbing erection, shining with pussy juice.

I could only see glimpses of Lorri's big tits in frame, and the top of Pamela's head, - looked like she hadn't moved an inch while watching the action. 

Alex swept back across the room to catch the cock-stiffening sight of Antonio fucking Morena doggy-style on the couch. Her big tits swung wildly, her glorious hair whipping all over the place as she orgamsed, screaming obscenities in Spanish.

Then the shot was back at the bed – Sally had copied Morena, bending over, letting Denis pump her from the rear. Her head was close to Petra's pussy – she reached out and touched her bright red bush for a few minutes. Petra sighed, let Sally's fingers explore her cunt. Sally was cumming as well, a deep groan as Denis filled her with long strokes of his cock. He spanked her ass on every inward thrust; Sally squealed and came hard. Then she slumped onto the bed.

Denis took his cock in hand, grinned at the camera. Alex panned over the three spent girls lying in various states of nakedness on the bed, flitting from one open soaked cunt to the next, zooming on Sally's tight little hole from the rear – her lips were parted by Denis's thickness and the camera actually captured her pussy still contracting from orgasm.

In the room, aside from the wanking going on next to me, Alex was slyly rubbing his cock in front of the screen. Cathy was announcing she was coming. Rosa was sucking on Juanjo's cock while they both watched the TV and Cathy. 

On the couch Morena was indulging herself with a hand now fully down her jeans as she watched on with Pamela and Sally. 

The latter two, as well as me, were the only ones not to have shown any sign of sexual activity. Sally I was surprised at, but Pamela –well what she might always have insisted on seemed true – although it had gotten wild she had seemed detached from it, letting her holiday pals get completely into it.

Back onscreen Antonio had appeared, cock in had as he was right then on the bed near me. Back then he was naked however, having fucke dMorena. 

Alex said something to him in Spanish, then swept the cam to the couch where Morena was lying curled up, smiling and spent. She shouted something back – evidently something about finishing Antonio off because she was beat.

Alex turned the cam back to the bed area. To my shock, Lorri had given into her libido and was sat there with a cock in each fist, pumping away at both Antonio and Denis. She was moaning and taking turns to suck either cock. Antonio's long slim shaft almost choked her at one point, much to Sally's delight.

Lorri was lost in her lust –her eyes were rolling with pleasure and although she still had her bikini pants on, she appeared to be coming just from the cocksucking. Her big tits were quivering with desire, the nipples perked to bursting point, hard and engorged.

Sally slipped onto the floor between Lorri's legs and tickled fingers over her bikini pants. That set Lorri off; she stopped sucking to yell her orgasm. Still with a cock in each hand, she wriggled to allow Sally to haul off her print bikini bottoms and spread her legs wide. She dropped Denis's cock and pushed at Sally's head as she gave Lorri's pussy a little lick. 

Then Lorri clamped her thighs around Sally's head and I imagine in there somewhere Sally was licking furiously because Lorri came like a train, flopping back on the bed beside the others, Carrie and Petra watching on, lazily fingering themselves.

As Lorri's convulsions came to a close, Sally stood back up, said, "Aw, you got to bring the boys off. . ."

"Let her. . ." Petra said nodding over at the camera; nodding in Pamela's direction . 

Now, some of the latter camera work had been a bit shaky and that was no surprise given the antics going on but it had never occurred to me what might actually be happening until Sally moved towards him and Alex panned the camcorder down his own torso. 




Pamela's Secrets



I got a hell of a shock – Pamela's head, bobbing away at his crotch. In fact, slavering along a very long, very thick piece of meat that had been dragged from the open fly of his combat-style shorts.

Back in the room, there were gasps from Neal and Cathy. I looked at Pamela – she stayed fixed ahead on the TV. Sally saw me, grinned, leaned down and nicked a finger under the side of Pamela's black panties. She tugged them a bit. Pam groaned, looked annoyed.

Sally whispered, "Hey, let the boys see. . ." Pam looked up – not at me but at Denis and Alex straight ahead in front of the TV. Alex half turned towards her and we all got a look at his big prong live in the room. He was slowly fisting it as he watched Pamela suck it on screen.

"My god, "said Cathy, "that's lovely."

"Go on, Pamela, let him see you again. . ." Sally continued to cajole.

Pam sighed, looked in a bit of a fluster; glanced at me, looked away when she saw me smile – eyes big and wide as she saw Neal and Antonio watching her and wanking.

Sally tugged the side of her panties down a bit, past her hips onto her thighs,. She didn't resist. Half her shaven mound came in to view.

She moaned – a bit of a complaint. 

Sally said, "Okay, but just look – remember? Remember the fun?"

On the TV, Alex filmed my Pamela sucking on his big cock, pulling his copious foreskin back and forth; Licking at his shiny head, slurping the precum. 

I had to resort to rubbing my own cock now, lest it explode with frustration.

Then the camera swung wildly – Sally was taking it off Alex. She got it focussed, got a great shot of Pamela on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, sucking with her eyes tight shut. Alex was fondling her lovely 36C tits which were out her bikini top, brown nips tight and horny.

Sally's voice close to the cam mic: "Go on, Pamela make him cum. . .Get him to shoot his big dick off."

She quickly panned over the girls on the bed. Carrie and Petra watching on, still wanking; Lorri kneeling up for a better view –giving us a great view of our own – her flat belly, bikini gone, triangle of brown pubes, thighs taut, big pussy lips, pink cleft, fingers softly rubbing along the channel between groin and mound. 

I swear when Sally did a quick zoom you could se Lorri's clit begin to peek out its hood as she gently teased her cunt.

Then the camera swung back at Pamela where there was some movement – Denis and Antonio were slowly positioning themselves either side of her as she continued to suck on Alex, eyes still closed, oblivious.

Sally manoeuvred fro better position – a regular porn director that little one. 

Denis and Antonio brought their still-throbbing, still unsatisfied cocks right up either side of Pamela's face, both mugging to the camera.

Denis said softly, "Pamela. . .Look. . ."

She opened her eyes, took her mouth off Alex, saw the other two cocks by her face.

"Oh," was all she said, hesitated, then dreamily reached up a hand to Denis's cock. She grasped it, closed her delicious full lips over the broad head, looked right up at him with her big brown eyes. 

Denis sighed, Alex ran a hand through Pamela's hair. Antonio gently wanked his dick against her cheek. 

For the first time she let out a true moan of arousal. Then she proceeded to suck on each of their cocks, her hands switching between them all, keeping the three of them going. 

Sally egged her on, talking filthy. Pam was groaning whining – I knew the signs of her high arousal. Her hands worked at speed – she couldn't get enough of the cocks, now panting and sucking each in turn, jerking shafts and licking balls.

Watching, I gave up and released my own dick. Inhibitions gone, I looked around at the rest. Rosa was sharing Juanjo's dick with Cathy who had knelt on the floor, still working a hand up her dress but enjoying sucking with Rosa. Juanjo was in heaven. 

Denis had moved over to the edge of the couch as well, perched above the three on the floor, letting Morena rub at his crotch as she played with her own pussy – her jeans were down around her thighs and I could clearly see her dark luxuriant bush as her fingers mowed through it.

Alex was closer to the couch, equidistant from the TV, still stroking his big dick, watching Sally and mainly Pamela on the couch as they gazed at the video.

Sally had leaned right down beside Pamela, head to head, one arm snaking down Pam's body. Pamela's dress was rucked right up now, exposing her smooth stomach above her black panties. Those panties were in the process of being further removed by Sally. 

The one side she'd already hooked right down to Pam's thighs was being joined by the other. 

That opened all of Pamela's abdomen to lustful gazes, right to the top of her shaven slit. The bald rise of her mound was completely revealed, only the thin ruffled black silk of her panties keeping her lips from view.

Sally cooed, "Come on, everyone wants to see your sweet cunny while they watch you suck cock. . .Right boys?"

What a little devil that Sally was. I wish I could have just put her in my suitcase and taken her home to use at parties everywhere. Proper little firestarter. 

In answer to her question Neal gave and encouraging grunt and Antonio something complimentary in Spanish. Denis also looked down, nodding with a seductive smile.

Pam looked round everyone properly for the first time. She gasped, looked really shocked to see all the cocks out jerking bar Denis's. I guess it must have been a little intimidating – I know I felt that way!

Then she sighed, looked back at the screen. Sally inched along the arm of the couch, got both hands into the waistband of Pam's panties and slowly slid them down her long, toned legs. Pamela raised her heels up, helped them off, knowing her bald pussy was now on full show below her rucked dress, but not seeming to care too much. 

I saw her slit shine with moisture, lips parting slightly to reveal some inner glistening pink as she kicked her panties off. 

Sally smiled, winked at all us lads then slid back up the couch arm, saying, "There, now we can watch them wank over you here and on TV. . ."

And on the TV the action blew my mind. My quiet girl, sucking on three cocks, rubbing them on her tits occasionally, on her wild holiday, captured for posterity. 

Sally with the camera was continuing her vocal coaching. Denis announced his impending finish. Pamela looked up smiling into his eyes, flashing her hand over his cock. 

But she suddenly stopped, biting her bottom lips, sliding back onto the bed, Never did she look away from those three stiff shafts as she said, "Please, cum on me. All over me. . ."

Sally yelped, got the cam in position. The other three holiday girls were looking on eagerly, each frigging themselves.

I was. . well, more shocked than before. This was a favourite of Pamela's when we were fucking - she liked me to finish by shooting over her body. Kind of doesn't occur to you until you see it involving someone else that it's not your shared kink as a couple but very much the girl's fetish. But it wasn't something I was going to complain about, y'know?

Onscreen, Pamela leaned back, her awesome firm titties juddering, nipples sticking out like little brown buttons, a wicked grin making her eyes sparkle.

Denis reached down for Pamela's bikini bottoms, but she said, "No. ..No screwing. . .No way. . ."

There was a burst of disappointment from the guys. . .but she ran a hand to her pussy, said, "I want you to come on me, not in me. . .But you can look. . ."

And with that she undid her bikini ties and tugged the bottoms clean away. Pamela brazenly spread her legs, opening wide to let the three guys eyes feast on her pussy. She had a tight triangle of curly dark pubes back then, cut to a point above her puffy outer labia. 

As always when aroused, her inner lips protruded. There, they were shining wet, each big outer labia also flushed red. Pam reached down with both hands, gently opened her pussy, let the boys gaze on her deep wet pink hole, and asked again for them to cum on her.

Denis obliged, reaching down to touch her wetness. She sighed, then leaned right back, keeping her legs splayed open, her cunt lewdly on display. By the powerful gleam in her eye I knew she was seconds from orgasm. 

Denis's fingers ran up and down her lips. Antonio's joined them, slipping one inside. Then Alex, bumping his long cock off Pam's thigh as he teased her asshole. 

She groaned, raised her hips up. Sally on the camera said, excited, "Oh, good girl. . .come on guys , give her some spunk. . ."

Denis and Antonio spread Pamela's pussy wide with their fingers. Alex moved to her clit, pinched at the small nub, rubbed over it fast. 

Her juices poured out; Pamlea gave a deep moan, started to gasp, told them to, "Cum on me. . .Now! Cum on me. . ."

She fell back on the bed , lifting her hips. Sally zoomed on her pussy getting fingered by the three guys. 

Then a hand pulled away, the camera got bumped, lost the shot – quickly captured the three girls on the bed watching on, in various states of orgasm by the looks if it. Then back to Pamela, spread wide, dripping wet, bucking her hips. 

No fingers on her raw open pussy any more – Pam groping her tits; Denis and the guys wanking off, one hand jerking furiously, the other groping their balls. 

Antonio fired first, splashing cum all over Pamela's belly. She howled at the feel of it, hitting ecstasy, looked back to see Denis then explode a volley of white strings right up her torso onto her tits.

Pam couldn't resist it anymore – attacked her own pussy, virtually shoving her hand right up as she orgasmed violently. 

Alex stepped right forward, blew a copious load right onto her tits. She sat up, got the end of his shot on her chin, her lips. Licked at it, then clamped her mouth over his bulbous cockhead, gulping away. 

Sally was yelling and whooping behind the now shaky camera. Pamela, fell back, leaving the three spent guys standing around as their cocks wilted. 

The other girls clapped, Carrie still orgasming, scrunched up in a ball, hands stuck firmly between her legs.

Then the tape cut. 

Suddenly a screen full of interference and static.

"Shit, it's snowing," Neal joked.

"Fuck me," I gasped, "That was. . .oh, man. . ."

"It was awesome," Neal hissed, and got up off the bed to cross over to Cathy. "I need to cum."

Everyone's attention was back in the room.

Cathy was slumped in the armchair now, dress around her tits, legs open wide to display her wet and willing pussy.

Juanjo was busy hauling off Rosa'a tight pants as she giggled away. I noted she was topless as well – two small but firm tits jiggling with tight cherry-red nipples. In seconds she'd be naked apart from her neck choker and belly button stud.

Her legs flopped out of her trouser legs and her long thighs fell apart – that sexy beaver of hers was revealed - bare lips but her dark brown pubes trimmed to a heart-shape on her mound. 

Neal commented on it as he got between his wife's legs. Rosa gave him a wicked look and let her fingers delve into her folds, masturbating as Neal began to fuck cathy.

Things were out of control.

Stuck in the middle of it, quite sobered up by seeing my girlfriends dirty holiday secrets revealed on video, I did what I could to take it all in, even with my throbbing dick in my hand, precisely so I could get it all down one day. 

Morena had Denis's cock in hand, her own body so spectacular you'd come just gazing at it. Tits like torpedoes, so full and firm and her voluptuous splendour perfectly uniform as she lay spread out on the couch, feet on the floor, hips thrust forward on the edge to show all that big meaty pussy, her luxuriant hair veiling the deep pink wetness at the juncture of her thighs.

But my focus was of course my girl. Antonio was now on the arm of the couch beside Sally who was still – amazingly, given what we'd seen on tape – dressed in her top, mini and panties.

But Alex had closed right up to the front of the couch, kneeling with his long dick in hand – he could have closed another fist round it and still left room for the head to be sucked.

Pamela was lying there, bottomless, thighs together, so bare and bald and beautiful around her sweet pussy my dick ached to be there.

She was glancing up, around. Antonio and Denis were jerking for her slowly. Morena had a hand on Denis's thick cock as well. 

Then attentions turned to what had become a joint floor show with Cathy and Neal and Rosa and Juanjo.

Neal was pumping away at Cathy as the blonde milf bucked and thrust against him, sliding off the armchair onto her kneeling husbands cock. 

Rosa was riding Juanjo's cock - showing us all her sexy slim body as she bounced up and down on him. She loved it – meeting our gazes with a big smile that sparkled as much as the diamionds on her neck and body. A real exhibitionbist. 

She beckoned Alex come to her. He obliged, crawling over, letting her suck his prodigious cock with moans of approval.

Then Cathy forced Neal onto his back beside Juanjo and joined Rosa in the sucking.

I was wanking along with Antonio and Denis. Pamela was still entranced, looking like this was all some kind of dream. Good or bad, I wasn't sure, though her wetness glinting between her closed thighs might have told a story. 

Cathy started to cum; Neal told her he was going to blow. Together they orgasmed, Neal firing a load up into his wife's lovely white pussy, her sun-browned thighs catching the last of white drops of his cum as she bounced too hard and popped him out.

Rosa screamed with pleasure too. She got off Juanjo, turned her ass to Alex and asked him to fuck her in a very sexy Spanish accent. Of course, we got that rear view as well – her lovely long pussy lips with those petals folded aside like a pressed flower, soaking wet hole presented for Alex to Stick his cock into. 

Which he did, fucking her with slow strokes as Rosa wanked off Juanjo's dick. He came, spraying cum all, over her face and tits. That set her off and she wailed as she bucked back against Alex's huge dick.

She slumped eventually, and he pulled out, leaving that pink hole and those petals well stretched and gaping. 

I moved round beside Antonio, looking down at Pamela. She met me eye, smiled. 

A lot passed between us then; I hope she realised I understood the horniness of it all.

Next to her, Morena spread wide to let Denis, Alex, with his shining wet cock, me and Antonio all see her wet hairy cunt. She opened it for us, fingered herself as she stared at our four hard cocks. 

The intensity in her dark face and eyes was highly arousing, spurring us to wank for her as she came. She pulled Denis into her, bucking against him as her orgasm took and he filled her big wet hole. She got Alex to clamber up and wank his cock against her tits. 

I took a chance, walked round that side of the couch and got my own cock in on the act. Pamela just watched, enthralled as Morena sucked on my dick between orgasmic gasps, then she fell silent, drained from another climax.

Denis pulled out, Alex sat on the couch, angled over Morena, looking at Pamela's body. I knelt back round the front of the couch, looking up at my half-naked girl, the subject of four still erect and throbbing cocks' attention.

Sally was giggling beside Pamela. "Look, that's one more dick than you got last time you were here."

"I want Andy's," Pamela said looking right at me.

Well, that was cool by me.

Sally tutted and said, "Hey let everyone else see before you screw your boyfriend. . ."

Pam found her tongue properly again, first time since the vid was brought out. She scowled at Sally and said, "You do a lot of talking. . .Why don't you show the guys something?"

"Like these?" Sally said and pulled down her little boob tube, releasing her delightful pert titties. She tweaked her nipples. "Look, hard as those cocks. . ."

Antonio reached out, copped a feel. Sally sighed. "Are you going to show those boys your puss, Pamela?"

"Are you?"

"Oh, hell, you're a tease," Sally moaned. Then she wriggled, her hands fussing under her mini. "God, my panties are soaked," she said in a breathless voice. "This is fun. . ."

She threw then at me. Naturally, I caught them, smelled her sweet juices on the very wet crotch. Sally was perched right on the couch arm now, mini skirt still a tantalising white barrier between our eyes and her pussy. I'd already seen it on video, but in the flesh was all the better.

She looked down at Pamela. Pam shot her a sarcastic look, said, "You first. . ."

"I'm virtually naked!" Sally retotrted. "You haven't even got your tits out. . ."

A voice near my shoulder: "Yes, Pamlea, let my Neal and the boys see your lovely boobs. We only saw them in the dark on the balcony." Cathy, reaching to squeezed my dick and balls. 

God, her hand felt great. I slipped a searching hand behind me, found smooth thighs, a smoother pussy, then gorgeous giving, warm wet flesh as my fingers slipped into her well-fucked pussy.

Neal stepped up too, his second hardon poking out in front of him. He smiled down at Pamela.

Juanjo and Rosa shuffled into view, Rosa idly playing with her boyfriend's semi-hard cock,. Both watching the couch.

Pam took a deep breath, sat upright, untied her dress behind her neck, then lay back again. She looked at the watching guys then slowly lowered the material and revealed her buoyant, full breasts. Her nipples were as big as I'd ever seen them. They looked so puckered and hard it looked painful. But I knew they could be really sensitive and nothing confirmned that more than when Sally fluttered her fingers over them and Pamela let out an audible moan of joy. 

Doing so, she spread her legs wide, heels still planted on the big rug. She opened like she had in the video, except this time of course there was no hair to adorn her bald pussy. Her lips were puffy and flushed with arousal, her pink wetness raw and needy. 

She reached fingers down, plucked at her inner lips, tugging them out, pinching her clit. The guys were jerking gazing on lustfully. Beside Pam, Morena tugged at her own pussy again, her appetite insatiable, pulling it open with her thick pubes; it glistened with juices. 

And on the other side of my horny girl, Sally opened her legs, winking at me as she revealed her tight little snatch. It had been shaved clean as well and added since the video year was a piercing – her clit hood, a tiny stud for a tiny pussy, but it was still wet and hot and her fingers found the spot. 

She said to me, "Fuck your girl for me. . ."

I broke from Cathy's grasp. I wasted no time, only opening my jeans enough to get them and my shorts down my thighs. 

I knelt before the couch, stuck my cock straight up Pamela's soaking pussy, nuzzled her tits, sucked on her lips. She roared with desire, a ferocity that was quite scary but I guess she'd been bottling it up all night.

I fucked her hard and fast, knowing both she and I were close to cumming. She beat me to it, grinding against me, kissing me passionately then breaking off to thrash as her orgasm hit. She begged me to cum up her. 

One side I had Morena wanking and right next to my head, Sally was holding her little pussy lips open with one hand while she thrust two fingers of the other in and out, talking dirty to me.

It sent me over – I hauled Pamela onto my cock, holding her firmly by the hips as I fired my all into her. She screamed, moaned, growled – the whole spectrum as she felt my cock explode.

Then I was falling back onto the rug. I laid out on the floor. Sally appeared above me, smiling. She bent down, sucked on my wilting cock, draining the last of my cum.

I lifted myself back up as Sally guided my hand to her wet pussy. I fingered her, letting her soak my hand with juice, revelling in the scent and sounds. Cathy was kissing my neck, wanking off Neal beside her as he fingered her, too. 




Pamela's Secrets



On the couch Morena had hold of Denis's thick cock, sucking on it, teasing it. He looked like he was fighting to hold on.

Pamela was still lying there, spread. My cum was running from her pussy. She reached a hand down, felt it, then to my amazement, smeared it around her mound, clit and lips; she was still on a female orgasmic plateau I think no man could ever attain.

Her moans were louder as well. Antonio was still on the arm of the couch beside her, jerking. 

She looked up, saw him. She gazed at me, wearing a languid, easy smile. I was getting a buzz from her high as well. 

I nodded; that's all it took. Pamela reached up, got hold of Antonio's shaft. He took his hands off, put his head back, sucked in a lot of air.

Pam pumped his cock, hand right at the bottom of his shaft so she could massage his balls, too. He didn't last long, breathing heavy, then thrusting his hips forward. His cum shot over Pamela's tits, catching her neck and arms. She teased her clit with her free hand, bringing herself to another small orgasm.

"Oh, wow," Cathy said into my ear. You know, she wants it all. . .Let her. . ." She nibbled my neck. 

Sally still had my cock in her mouth, my fingers in her pussy. She turned round, keeping my dick between her lips, pushing her pussy and ass towards me. I had a bit of a devilish moment, poked my index finger into her ass while my middle finger slipped into her cunt again. Her tightest hole resisted, then gave gently. She let out the most carnal moan of arousal. It made my cock twitch. I realised I was going to get another full erection.

I looked up at Pamela, buzzing on her sexual high. Morena, next to her, the nude amazon, legs lolling apart, lovely big hairy pussy still highly aroused, dark hair matted around her swollen lips and raw, red gash. Alex beside Morena, his oversize dick slowly being wanked as he gazed at the two girls.

Denis stepped over Morena and Alex's legs. His shorts were off completely, thick cock clamped in his fist. He crouched, brought his shiny, bulbous cockhead up to Pamela's face. 

She glanced at me, saw Sally sucking avidly on my dick. I caught her eye, edged a little smile.

She took it as a green light, let Denis put his dick in her mouth .Her her hands ran up over his toned torso and chest, pushing up his T-shirt, her moans increasing with his thrusting.

Then Sally sat up, sunk her tight little pierced cunt down on my dick almost without warning. The hot, silken wet feeling brought my new erection right up to penetration hardnes and I felt her shudder as my dick throbbed bigger.

She was facing the couch. I looked round, saw Pam watching Denis's cock with big lustful eyes, her tits shaking as she wanked it fast, right up at her mouth. 

Then Alex moved into my line of sight, obscuring the view. His bare ass was towards Sally and I, lowering towards the couch. It meant only one thing – that he was offering his huge cock to my girlfriend. 

Now, Pamela insisted she'd had only one lover before me, and even after seeing that vid – in fact it confirmed it as far as I was concerned – I believed she meant what she said – no penetration other than her ex and me. 

Now, here was Alex, the boy who'd filmed and been blown by her two years ago, angling that prodigious meat of his down towards her open, juiced pussy.

I wanted to see. I needed to see what she would do. 

So I moved the hot little Sally, positioned her doggy, edged to the side. Cathy stood by me as I Stuck my dick up Sally again, the milf rubbing at her protruding clit, quite far gone – she kept turning my head, pushing that sweet-smelling and tasting cunt onto my face.

I loved it, but my intense interest was with my hitherto reserved girlfriend on the couch with the two boys of the entertainment staff. And someone else. No, two came into view – Neal and Juanjo, each standing in front of Morena, jerking, watching Pamela with Denis.

Denis gasped, shouted in Italian. His cock jumped in Pamela's hand, spurted cum onto her mouth and cheeks, falling to her tits like Antonio's. She gasped her own pleasure. 

Alex, kneeling now, fingered her pussy. She almost looked startled at his touch, having been lost in her fellatio, but her lust soon overcame reticence and she bucked her hips. His fingers splashed juice out. He brought his massive cock up to her clit, thwacked the shiny head on her most sensitive spot. 

She half-glanced at me, but her eyes were hooded. She groaned and moaned and breathed in a desperate voice, "Yes, yes. . .please. . ."

Alex removed his fingers, pushed that big head in. Pamela just about howled with desire. She arched her back right off the couch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his shaft. The juices were gushing from her, along with the rest of my own cum; it didn't look like Alex was particularly bothered right then; Pamela was locked in a state of multiple orgasm. 

Antonio's and Denis's cum was running off her face, her tits speckled with it.

I stopped pumping Sally to watch; she looked on avidly too, wiggling on my cock.

Alex gave a few gentle strokes making sure Pamela wasn't uncomfortable – she'd taken about all he had, just a couple inches still out. 

He speeded up, his thick shaft glistening on every stroke. Pamela howled, spoke in unintelligible whispers of pleasure.

Neal suddenly was right up at her, wanking furiously. He started to shoot, splashing her juddering tits. Pam rubbed the cum all over them, bucking against Alex again. 

Cathy said beside me, "Oh, yes. . She's living her fantasies. . .Isn't it wonderful?"

Well, it was, and it wasn't. To tell the truth I felt a bit detached; highly aroused but experiencing that kind of 'wow' factor. One thing I made sure of was that the whole experience was being burned onto my mental hard-drive; precisely so I could commit it to 'paper' one day, such as now.

I fucked Sally slowly, then decided to match Alex's rhythms. Cathy buckled and came on her fingers, dousing them, then fed them to me. 

I tasted her lovely juices as Juanjo took Neal's place beside Pamela. He nudged Alex and I think he wanted to fuck her as well but Rosa put paid to that. She squeezed up behind him delightfully nude, her box still wet with juice, conal nipples still hard atop her lovely pear-sized tits. 

She reached round Juanjo and took his dick in hand, began to jerk it fast and loose, her fingers a blur. It stopped him going for gold; he took silver with a series of arcing strings of cum that hit Pamela on the face and chest, then belly as Rosa delighted in aiming lower. Pamela screamed, thrashed, came harder than ever, lapped at the cum all over her, delirious with pleasure.

Alex pulled out before he was bucked out. Pam felt it, opened her eyes, saw him, lunged forward and took his big cock in both hands. She pumped it until he tensed and blew a load onto her chin and tits. 

Pam fell back, mouth agape, eyes bulging, fixed on Alex's massive twitching cock. He wasn't finished – had to jerk it himself to get the last shots out. It seemed to be what Pam wanted – she lay back, pussy wide like in the video and used both her hands to pull her lips open, exposing her raw pink hole to his gaze, frigging her clit until we could see her cunt contract in another orgasm, which finished her and had her slumped back, eyes shut, gasping for air.

I'd kind of forgotten my own dick was still up Sally. She hadn't – I got a nice tickle of my nuts and a little squeeze to remind me. So I banged hard against her ass until she started to cum loudly. Everyone bar Pamela watched her tight little bod buck on my dick.

I wasn't sure if I was ready to blow, but when Rosa came over with a dazzling smile and wicked gleam in her eye I knew something was about to tip me over. Her boyfriend had shot over my girl so I think it was her customary way of addressing the balance. Love polite chicks. . .

As Sally finished cumming, Rosa straddled her back and pulled my head towards her gleaming pussy. I felt her stiff clit -larger than it appeared outwardly – rub against my lips and tongue making her moan and speak softly in Spanish. I tasted her juices then stuck a finger up her, twirled it around, hoping for her G-spot. I seemed to get a bit of luck – she growled, then ground her pussy against my mouth and finger; I felt her juice flow.

Suddenly, cool air on my wet cock – Sally pulling away, satisfied.

Rosa sat on the floor facing me, leaving my chin glistening with her wetness. She sucked my cock for a moment then leaned back, wanking me with one hand, finger-fucking herself, and I mean 'fucking' – three fingers, pistoning between her big shaven pussy lips –with the other.

She gave me her sexy eyes, talking in her tongue, looking down at my dick, then up, holding my gaze, taking it to her cunt which she'd lift off the floor to display to me. I smiled, knew what she wanted, gave a nod, said I was cumming. 

She balanced on her pussy-fucking hand and raised her pussy right up to meet my cock which she guided to her hot, wet lips. I felt her swollen lit flick over my cockhead, an incredibly intense tingle that set me off. 

She gasped and moaned as my second load of the night shot out, splattering her pussy and clit and little patch – more than I expected, but obviously my nuts were responding well to the stimulus. 

As I subsided, well beat this time, she bumped back to the rug, rubbing my cum around her cunt, orgasming with a flurry of staccato Spanish.

Then what you get in those situations is a bit of laughing, relief, some kissing, hugging and words of friendship and shared intimacy. There's a pervading awkwardness that no-one seems to mention; I guess the low after the high which brings some perspective to your lustful conduct. The room smelled of hot pussy and spunk.

But everyone got dressed and was pleasant and expressed awe at the evening's events. 

Pam was quiet, just looking for a reassuring kiss from me – which I gave her; after she'd wipe daway the cum of course. Her dress was more or less ruined, but she replaced it anyway for the trek back to our own apartment. 

It was the early hours by then so there was hardly anyone around – no-one to notice us, Neal and Cathy scuttling up to our adjoining apartments, still expressing our amazement like excited, drunk kids. Neal again claimed it as the best holiday of his life and by that time I was tending to agree with him. 

We ascertained from Pamela that what had gone on with her friends a couple years previously was pretty much a common occurrence for the entertainment gang – their way of letting off steam and having fun with uninhibited holidaymakers. She really hadn't thought they'd have kept the video; obviously didn't know blokes as well as she thought she might; that sort of homemade quality filth is as precious as the damned crown jewels.

We didn't speak about Alex until the next morning; a half-hour of female sexualguilt which had to be addressed in true Oprah fashion by talk and reassurance that I was okay with it all. 

Given that I'd fucked Sally, licked and fingered Rosa and Cathy, and wasn't being chastened for it, I was more than willing to accept Pamela giving in to long-held desire to try Alex's horse-cock.

Note: During that discussion I realised I'd missed out on fucking the dynamic Morena which was a bit of a bummer, though I kept the notion to myself, naturally.

Once Pamela felt she had my support and confidence and was sure I didn't think she was some cheap slut she brightened a bit. 

I was strung out attempting to assure her I found the whole experience liberating and her desire exciting – even the video a major turn-on; hidden sexy secrets of your partner's past are always to be enjoyed.

We'd slept late, so missed breakfast – I don't think Pam was keen on facing any other participants just then – so we headed straight out to the town and beach for food and relaxation. 

It was our sixth and last full day and I was cursing the fact we had to head home the following afternoon, especially after the night's events. Henceforth, I've always booked a fortnight's holiday. . .

Anyway, we were down the beach until early evening so we could take a stroll and watch the last sunset of our vacation. 

Almost inevitably, Neal and Cathy found us down near the surf as the beach was clearing. They were doing exactly the same thing, or so I thought.

We walked for a while, the girls talking amongst themselves, occasionally hanging onto each other, laughing. I was pleased Pamela was suffering no more regrets – Neal and I certainlty weren't. He even claimed talking about it was getting him going and kept adjusting his shorts. I had to agree.

Pamela had suggested we head back up when Neal and Cathy said they just had a bit of fun to take care of. With that, Neal produced a camera and started snapping away at his sexy blonde milf wife as she posed, paddling in the surf, sitting on the sand. It was all nice, and Cathy looked a natural in front of a camera. I joked to Pamela that she was good in front of a camera too - a camcorder.

Then, with others on the beach sparse apart from us, Cathy raised the stakes. And her sarong. She'd been wearing a nice white bikini top and a sarong tied at her hip. It wasn't until she was stood there in a dramatic pose, feet shoulder-width apart, sun highlighting her toned, tight curves, that I noticed bare flesh at the parting of material over her left groin.

I took in a deep breath,. She noticed, smiled, inched up the white sarong. There it was – her bald, white mound and cleft with lips just visible. Pamela gasped, then gave a little shriek of amusement. 

"I like to get some souvenir pics," Neal said with a smirk, and snapped away.

Cathy posed, hunkered down to reveal her open gash, toyed with her lips and clit.

She took her bikini top off, baring those fine firm breasts, splashed in the surf, getting her nipples firm and tempting.

She bared her ass, all fours on the sand, parted her lips for a pink shot. Then moved the sarong all the way aside, spreading open. Neal and her glanced about intermittently for authority figures but only passers-by seemed to appear. 

A couple stopped and watched her in the surf for a while, smiling at her daring. Pamela and I had to laugh when a single guy out for a power-walk along the shoreline did a double-take from behind his shades, switched off his walkman and goggled at Cathy as she deliberately flashed a dazzling smile and her pussy for him. After that his power-walk diverted just up the beach to some empty sunloungers where he perched and 'nursed' and injury whilst keeping a close eye on the photoshoot.

Cathy did the repertoire, Neal shot it all with a lump in his shorts. One in mine too – her public daring and hot body had me bursting with enthusiasm for the whole idea. Typically, in the aftermath of the night's shenanigans, I had headed down the beach without my camera. Without a phone cam at the time either, I was screwed, cursing my forgetfulness.

But Neal, true gent offered. Well, he bloody well asked with a mischevious grin if Pamela wanted to join in.

"Go on, it's fun. . .Liberating," Cathy said.

I could see that Pam's nipples were erect under her bikini top, but wasn't sure if it was excitement or sea breeze. Did she have any daring left after the previous night?

She looked at me as if to see if I minded. As if. Okay to suck and fuck in front of others but pose for pics on a beach? I didn't put my exact thoughts into words, just added a shrug.

"Hey," said Neal, "It's cool – pics are for private use, yeah? I'll send you copies. . ."

"Hell, I'm on damn video anyway," Pamela said, and just like that, took her glorious full tits out.

So quick and matter-of-fact my heart jumped a bit. 

Neal started to shoot my girl. She posed, awkward at first, soon getting into it under Cathy's encouragment. Taking snaps of Pamela was something I'd never done – mainly because I thought her a bit shy and reserved about getting her naked image on camera, so the subject had never been really broached. Yeah, I know. . . 

Cathy was still topless and had a hand playing under her sarong. Neal and I had obvious erections pushing at out shorts. I crouched in the sand to watch, concealing my tool from public view. Neal was too caught up in the photoshoot, too busy getting Pamela caught up as well.

But Pam did not have a sarong on – just shorts over her orange bikini bottoms.

Neal had them off and soon my girl was posing topless in and out the surf wearing just her bikini bottoms. 

A few guys had gathered at distance to watch. Cathy commented on it, but didn't stop playing with herself. The attention was definitely getting her more worked up. the sarong tie was now round the front, meaning whenever she moved her hand from her crotch the gap exposed her shaven pussy completely. At my low angle I got a perfect view up at her protruding lips. They were wet, and not with seawater.

Pamela would shriek as the waves froze her ass. Cathy splashed in beside her and Neal snapped them both –great stuff, topless side by side, and Cathy flashing her bald cunt.

Then Cathy marched Pamela out still with an arm locked around her and sat them both down on the sand. Because of the angle of the sunset they had to face three-quarters up the beach, giving the voyeurs a good look at their sunkissed flesh.

Cathy was not shy to raise her knees and spread her legs for the pictures and the watchers. I moved beside Neal to get the great view too – her pussy wet, juicy, open. She was loving it, cheekily pulling her lips apart with two fingers to show pink.

Pamela was shocked at her public performance but amused.

Cathy egged her on, but she complained of having no concealing sarong.

Neal asked Pam to tug her bikini to the side then, for a flash shot. Cathy said what a good idea that was. I had to agree, added my thoughts.

Pam laughed, sighed and with a shake of the head and beautiful smile, pulled away the orange material to expose her bald beaver. I could tell instantly from her puffy labia that she was aroused. She tickled a finger on her clit and giggled as Neal told them what a hot pair they looked on cam.

Pamela let her bikini slide back, much to everyone's dismay. She was shaking her head, saying that was enough. 

But then Cathy challenged her sense of daring by whipping her sarong off completely and sitting there next to my girl completely naked.

Pamela found it hilarious. Those watching found it breathtaking. Neal snapped away. Cathy dared Pamela. 

Pam said no way. Then Cathy launched herself all over my giggling girl. She had one side of Pamela's bikini undone and away before she could react. Pam held onto the other bit for dear life, the two of them rolling in the sand, Neal getting an amazing series of shots involving spread legs, squashed tits, exposed wet pussy lips and entwined hotties.

Cathy yelled in triumph, holding Pamela's bikini aloft. Pam sat there laughing like a drain, covering up her tits and pussy. But Cathy ordered her to pose as loser of the fight. She did with a smile, revealing her bouncing tits, lush pussy and gorgeous long open legs as the charming blonde milf did beside her. 

Two hot women, a twentysomething and a fortysomething, showing all for the camera on a sunkissed beach. 

I had tears in my eyes, mainly because I' d forgotten my own fucking camera. But Neal was snapping away so hard he must have sustained a fracture or RSI in his finger.

Pamela got a bit edgy when Cathy went on all fours but joined her, nervously chewing her lip, glancing around at the watchers. I'm sure the power-walker had a groin ligament problem by then.

The girls lay back in the sand, Pamela insisting this was the last shot. Cathy, pussy wet with the thrill of it, took the dare up a notch and declared, "Okay a last bit of fingerfun for the boys then. . ."