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The Holiday

By: Haley__F



Note: This is my first work of erotic fiction. After reading many emails from my previous submissions to Literotica, about my own personal life, I’ve decided to see if I can write something different that doesn’t involve myself. I’ve found that as I write I draw on personalities of people I know to create my characters, I hope this adds an elements of realism. As English is part of my studies at college I’ve decided to push my literal boundaries a bit further. Hope you enjoy it.

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The Dare

It all began with a dare laid down from Sara’s friend Jen, but didn’t turn out the way it was supposed to. It started a chain of events that led four friends on a path of discovery and shocking revelations. 

It had been a good summer and mid August Jen and Shane invited their friends Sarah and Dan on a short holiday with them to Cornwall, England. Jen had found booked a great cottage mere minutes from the beach and everyone was pleased to have found one week in the year where they could relax and unwind.

The previous summer had fallen prey to a seemingly endless arrangement of long Saturday afternoons/evenings drinking, laughing and stoking up the barbecue while the alcohol flowed as did the conversation.

This summer the holiday seemed a natural progression. Taking two cars they headed off to the coast, eager to be free of work and family, and share each others company. They arrived, unpacked, moaned about the journey and generally unwound with a bottle of wine and discussion of what to do with their holiday.

As they sit and enjoy the evening sun outside the holiday cottage we’ll take a look around and see what makes them tick.

Jen has always been an organiser of almost everything, from keeping her home clean and tidy to sorting out the finances for her partner, Shane. She was always the first to admit that she loved organisation, and prided herself on knowing where everything was.

This didn’t make her boring, far from it, she felt at ease with summer barbecues with friends and family. There had always been a loving bond between her and Shane, despite their often rocky path through life together. 

Jen is an attractive women in an unconventional way, her short light brown hair shaped her face well and her lightweight glasses suited her face. At only 5foot tall her body was not petite but well proportioned, although she would always insist she had weight to lose from her bottom or legs, they were in no way fat or flabby. Her one big complaint about her body would be her chest, too small she insisted. Summer would prompt her to wear a bikini top, and Shane’s friends were often quick to sneak a glance at her 34 c-cup breasts as they jiggled under her bikini.

Shane, Jens partner of many years saw himself as a woman’s man, still attractive in his forties, his body was toned, tanned and fit. At nearly 6foot he towered over Jen. He worked hard and played hard. Jen complained about many things but not when it came to their sexual activities where they pleasured each other immensely. His smutty wit held any audience captive with jokes and tales of his exploits years passed. He remains adventurous, loving fast cars, skiing and anything exciting. The salesman in him provided him with fast talking, sly wit and easy going nature. His ambitions were never a secret and he spoke openly about future plans and ideas. 

Sara, in her later thirties, had been friends with Jen and Shane for several years and were very close. Attractive in many ways, blonde hair and looks that enabled her to pass for thirty not almost forty. When it came to talk of body shape she has never happy, although many men would disagree with her. She was not a porker, plain and simple, sure she needed to lose 3stone but the extra weight she carried was evenly spread all over. Her thighs needed work as did her stomach and bottom, and Sara was happy to indulge herself at the gym everyday with the plan to rid herself of her old image and look. Her chest, like Jens, caught the attention of men, although being a 36d-cup it was considerably larger than Jens! Sara is a bubbly, lively caring women with strength of will and powerful in the arguments put to her.

Dan, the relative newcomer to the group, is a good natured guy, ever ready with a smile and easy to talk to, he got along with anyone. He found Sara an exciting person to be around, and had been welcomed by Jen and Shane from their first meeting the previous summer. His short dark hair topped a rounded face and although he insisted he was happy everyone knew he had a hang up about his body. Weight was an issue, always has been, pile on the pounds, then lose them, and so on. This could be the reason for never showing anyone his real personality, possibly for fear of attracting attention to himself and then embarrassment.

So, we’ve met the friends. Not a bad bunch. Good people enjoying each others company. Lets get back to the tale!

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The evening of their first day melted away in time with the sun setting low on the red cloud speckled horizon. Shane had urged Dan to help him go and get the shopping, leaving the women alone. Jen talked about dares, and how her and Shane played dares on their last holiday in Cypress with friends, daring each other with more and more outrageous things.

Sara thought the idea of a long drawn out game of dares a thrilling concept and Jen decided to get the ball rolling. She dared Sara to go on the beach the only wearing a towel then lay on it nude! The quicker she did the dare the quicker she could deal one back to Jen. They both knew that was always a bad idea to go topless on a British beach, people stared at you like it was illegal, let alone totally nude. It was a big NO, except nudist beaches and they knew their local beach wasn’t. Sara took the bet but didn’t tell anyone about it or say when she was going to do it. 

The next day they all got to the beach, the sun was already melting ice creams by 9am and it looked to be a long hot day. Sara dropped her bag on the sand and watched as the others set about getting undressed, laying towels out and so on. With a rush of adrenaline Sara couldn’t help herself and giggled when she just dropped the towel that was wrapped around her.

Jen was the first to see what she had done. She gaped at her. "Sara you're naked!" she gasped which made the others turn and stare.

It was a huge turn for Sara to have her friends gape at her body. She wasn’t lesbian in any way but it felt exciting knowing they were looking at her body. Dan laughed and said she was mad. Shane told her to put something on before she got caught but Sara couldn’t see the point. She was naked now and they would have to put up with it. After all it was Jen’s fault for daring her! 

They lounged about on the beach, there were quite a few people around some of whom had noticed Sara was naked but said nothing. For decency's sake she laid on her front so only those who chose to have a good look would see she wasn’t dressed and from a distance no one would be able to see.

After the beach had filled up Jen fetched some drinks from the beach shop and then 2 guys wondered along and smiled at Sara. It was amazing when they saw she was nude. Later they came back and one hunky guy stepped toward her when she was sat up reading a book, and asked if she realised she was naked. Sara smiled at him and said she knew full well. He said she had guts and after they checked out her body again they wondered off.

Dan was getting a bit annoyed after the 20 or 30th guy had checked out Sara’s body. They used to go out years ago but it never went anywhere, in fact he never got to see her body so this was obviously a real treat for him! He said that she should cover up and finish the joke but Sara wasn't going to give in that easily. Dan and Shane went for a swim leaving me and Claire alone for a chat.

"Bet you don't stay like that all day," Jen said.

“Not fair,” Sara replied. “it’s my dare now!”

“You haven’t dressed yet,” Jen said. “The dare is still on!”

“Okay, if I last until we go home I dare you to strip off, run down the beach and jump in the water.”

"Your on!" Jen said and shook Sara’s hand.

Dan eventually got really annoyed with Sara and stamped away. They’d had a fight about decency and how there were young impressionable lads about but Sara argued that no one could tell really unless they came up close or were using binoculars, although they did in fact spot a man in the dunes spying on them. Dan said she was embarrassing him but Jen said he was probably the one who was embarrassed as he'd spent most of the day trying to hide his erection! The beach started to empty around 4pm and Jen said the deadline for my dare was 7pm.

7pm came and Jen shook her head in disbelief. Sara was still sat on her towel totally naked. She admitted to herself that it had been a bit weird at first bit she didn’t see what they big deal was at all.

"Come on you owe me," she said to Jen. "It's time to strip."

Shane asked what was going on so they told him and he smiled and said he knew something odd was going on between us. Jen looked around, a few stragglers were left on the beach, but they were packing up to go home and it was quickly becoming deserted.

"Okay, okay, I’m doing it" said Jen. She took off her bikini top and struggled to keep her chest covered as she wriggled out of her bikini bottoms. It was funny to see her trying to stay calm and not embarrassed. "Happy now?" she asked when she was naked and sat next to Sara.

"You have to go for a swim" Sara said. "A deal is a deal"

Claire looked very angry. she glanced around then quickly got to her feet and sprinted down the beach to the water! As she dived in Sara decided to join her so she ran after her and was so thrilled to feel the wind on her body. She dived in and was shocked to see Shane dashing behind us. He was naked as well! They watched his cock bouncing about as he ran toward them. They had a great time in the water, splashing about and jumping high above the waves to show their chests off to anyone who might be watching. Sara felt it was a highly erotic feeling swimming naked, feeling the cool water against the bits of skin she always keep covered up.

They were about to dash back up to their spot on the beach when they saw Dan on the dunes. He waved and as they got nearer their stuff Sara realised he was calling her over. She picked up her towel and told the others she’d be back in a bit and that she should go and apologise to Dan and tell him it was all just a joke. She climbed up the dunes and when she reached the top she couldn’t see him right away so dropped down the other side. She saw him sitting in a secluded dug out caused by the wind. She stood before him dripping wet and struggling to keep the towel around my body.

"You won't be needing that" he said. He reached out and yanked the towel away from her leaving her standing there naked. This time she wasn't planning on being undressed and felt very out of place. "You been nude all day so what difference does a while longer matter?"

"What do you want Dan?" Sara asked intrigued by his stern attitude. He was usually very laid back. "The girls are getting dressed. we're going to open a few bottles of wine and then get the fire going"

Dan grabbed her left breast quickly and squeezed it. He had an evil smile on his face that Sara wasn't sure she liked. She didn’t back off, just hoped to let him have a feel and finish his joke and then quit.

"You been laying there all day without clothes on" he said, is face very calm. "No one else did it. what do you think I want?"

Sara frowned. "I don’t get you"

His other hand shot out to her stomach and he roughly pushed his fingers toward her pussy. He tugged her pubic hair and then slid them between her lips. Sara was about to back off when he leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. His tongue slid into her mouth and she suddenly realised she was feeling pretty horny. When they broke apart his hands moved away.

"You got a nice cunt" he said admiring it. She was starting to get turned on. "Don’t ever trim it. I love a good bush on a woman"

Sara wasn't a hairy girl, she shaved her legs and armpits but she loved her pubes. She loved her previous lovers to play with them! She had shaved a few times but it always felt cold and breezy so she let it grow. It wasn’t exactly an unruly mess but since she rarely trimmed her pubes they grew in a large wide V shape.

"You are a cheeky bastard" she told him. "What exactly do you want Dan?

"I want you" he said. "I want to fuck you right here and now"

She stared at him. Dan had never been this way all the years she knew him. It turned her on hearing him talk like that. She took his hand and placed it back on my breast where he pinched and teased her hard nipple. "What makes you think I'll let you?" she asked and took his other hand and placed it back on her pussy.

"Because you're a dirty slut and you want me to fuck you"

Sara was shocked but getting more turned on by the second. His fingers were working on my pussy, rubbing it gently but firmly and Sara could feel herself growing moist. She could hear people walking over the dunes near them, on their way home and she knew they could be caught any moment. She gave in. She was too horny to resist.

"Do me then" She said brazenly. "Go on, fuck me right here right now" it was like she was daring him

Dan hesitated for a moment then tore off his shorts releasing his cock. She’d not seen it when they dated but wished she had. It wasn’t huge, 6 inches at the most but it was quite wide. He grabbed her and turned her around, pushing her against the dunes. She felt his fingers roughly slide into her pussy as she bent over. He finger fucked her for a minute then she felt his tongue probe inside her and then slip and slide around her ass hole.

He got up and grabbed her waist and nudged his cock between her arse cheeks. Sara whimpered when he slide inside her a little then groaned out loud as he shoved his entire length deep inside her all in one go..

"Yesss Dan fuck me" Sara moaned.

"What are you Sara?" he asked, his hands holding her waist, his cock slurping in and out of her juicy pussy. "Tell me what you are?"

"I'm a dirty fucking slut. fuck meeeee, use me as a slut" She couldn’t believe what she was saying but it turned her on even more. "Fuck my cunt with, fuck me hard"

"You are a huge slut Sara" he said, leaning forward to pinch her nipples. One of his hands started rubbing her clit and that drove her wild. "You deserve a good fucking don't you? You love it you nasty bitch? you love my cock ramming in your cunt don’t you?"

"Yes Dan" she cried. She could feel a huge orgasm building up. "Harder. fucking harder!! Love being fucked hard. Don’t stop"

"I’m not going to stop. I’m going to spunk in your cunt," he grunted, sand was flying everywhere as pumped in and out of her pussy. "You want that don’t you? Dirty fucking slut. tell me you want my load right up you"

Sara noticed a middle aged couple climb over the dunes no more than 50feet away from them. They looked so shocked she thought they would faint. She didn't care. She just to climax and she wanted to feel Dan shoot inside her.

"Ohhh…yess!! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt harder! Cum inside my hot cunt you bastard!” Sara was shocked at the filth coming out of her mouth. “Do it. Fucking do it in me,” Sara cried out, her hands gripping his waist, pulling him inside her faster. “Shoot it in my cunt. come on!! I want it all"

Dan went frantic. "Yes.yes.yes!!! You whore, you slut, take it all yeah!"

"Dan, I’m going to come! Urgh…fuck me more, harder. I’m your whore, use me…oh yes…fuck meeee”" Her orgasm exploded through her body, she shook and shuddered and she could feel his cock jump and throb inside her, his spunk jetting and filling her up.

Dan collapsed onto the sand and Dan pulled out of her used pussy. Sara instantly turned and licked the rest of the spunk dribbling from his cock. She was still aware the couple still watching them and still didn’t care. They could watch all night if they wanted! The left them alone a few minutes later. Sara looked at Dan and smiled.

"I am a dirty bitch you know" she told him. She had been so shocked at the language she’d used. She gave Dan’s cock a playful tug. 

"I knew it," he replied with a smile. He slid his fingers through his spunk that was seeping out of her pussy. "You want to be treated like a whore"

"That's just the start of it," she told him. "Wait till we come back later on. I'll let you use me in more ways then you know how!"

They headed back to the beach. Sara wrapped the towel around her in an effort to hide the spunk that was sliding down her thighs. Shane looked irritated that they had taken so long but Jen wore a knowing expression.

“Who makes the next dare?” Sara asked as the walked back to the cottage.

“I will,” said Jen. She whispered to Sara. “I dare you to tell me what you got up to with Dan. It’s written all over your face!”

Sara was a little shocked. “If that’s the dare, I accept so long as you know that I get to make mine after!”

“Deal.”

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Girls Night Out

Sara had told Jen about her wild sand dune exploits although under duress, she wasn’t sure she had the guts to tell her best friend to begin with but eventually lost her nerves as she got going with the story.

It had been 3 days since their first trip to the beach. Dan and Shane had proposed they go their own ways for the night; the lads wanted to go bar hopping in the local town and the girls had struck up a friendship with some students from the beach who had invited them to a party at their flat.

A good deal for all, they all agreed. Dan and Shane headed out early, eager to explore the local town. Jen and Sara had both been to university and had been to their fair share of sleazy parties. They were intrigued to see what the student life was like since they had left it all behind them.

They caught a taxi to town and were met by their new friends. To begin with they all set off to a few bars, a drink at each one before heading back to the flat where the party should have started by the time they arrived.

On the way Sara couldn’t help wonder what was going to happen. She was excited and nervous at the same time. Would they appear too old for the young and excitable teen rabble they were bound to meet? Judging by their new friends it seemed they might fit in well enough.

The flats were on the university campus and was indeed in full flow by the time they arrived. They were introduced about to the local drunkards and stoned party goers and pretty soon were laughing and joking with everyone. By 3 in the morning quite a few were still drinking, some had left or lay passed out on the floor. Sara was shocked at the time when she looked at her watch.

Sara was feeling tired and by 4am was barely awake and far from sober. She was managing to hold up her end of a conversation with Phillipa, a girl she hadn’t seen much of during the party. As far as Sara could remember Phillipa was going out with some guy she vaguely recalled being pointed out across the crowded common room when they arrived.

Jen stumbled into Sara and Phillipa and slurred that they should have one more round of vodkas then head home. Phillipa announced there was none left but she had more in her flat which was next door. They announced to the remaining party animals they’d be back with alcoholic reinforcements and headed off.

After Phillipa almost collapsed twice they managed to open her front door and staggered inside. No one was home. Phillipa said her flat mates were all next door. They all held onto each other for support, laughing and giggling and found a bottle of vodka in the kitchen. Sara opened a bottle of coke and gulped some down before Phillipa snatched it out of her hands with a giggle, it fizzed and went all over Sara’s shirt.


The Holiday



A few years ago I found myself suddenly at the age of fifty living by myself with a great deal of spare time. In so many ways life had become comfortable. I had been paid off from my job as a project manager and I was in the unusual position of being able to draw early on a very generous pension scheme. Yes, I could relax and enjoy life. The only thing that was missing was that I had no one to share it with. Many of my friends and colleagues had moved to other towns or retired to the countryside so I was rather lonely. That is until I meet Natasha. My relationship with Natasha really shouldn't have worked out but somehow we found a way to make sense of it. Natasha was only twenty four years old when we met. There was an age difference between us of some twenty six years. And initially I had many reservations about this. Not least that it felt inappropriate that I should marry a woman young enough to be my daughter but yet it felt so very comfortable being with her. 

As it turned out the strangest thing about our relationship was the sexual side. Natasha has always been a very shy young lady and at first sex was a problem. For the first year of our marriage we struggled to find a connection sexually but then we began to play with some more interesting ideas. We began to explore various different approaches to masturbation. I should explain that although Natasha is shy she is also one of sexiest women I've ever known. She is from Poland and is very pretty with a truly incredible figure. She is slender with nice curvy hips and small breasts and long flowing brown hair to match her deep set brown eyes. There is nothing I like more than seeing her on the beach in one of the many bikinis that she owns and she is constantly receiving the attention of other men where ever she goes. So on one hand I felt quite frustrated by our lack of intimacy but then I also simply enjoy being with such a sexy young nubile. 

The thing that I started to notice in myself as I became older is that I have developed a taste for voyeurism. Actually the truth is that it was always there. I'd always enjoyed pornography but now that I am older I have found myself becoming more comfortable with my voyeuristic leanings. Getting married to Natasha has just made my voyeuristic leanings stronger. When I studied her lovely young body I would get aroused and then I would have thoughts about her being made love to by other men. I would drool over her but in a way that I wanted to see her being taken care of by someone else. I drilled down into my feelings and become more aroused as I contemplated how it would feel to be there watching as another man, a younger man penetrated my lovely young wife. 

For a while these feelings bubbled under the surface. I felt a bit embarrassed about them and yet as time passed they just seemed to get stronger. I was becoming obsessed by the idea of Natasha being with another man and gradually I gave into it. I surrendered myself to the feelings that were flooding through me. Eventually I had to broach the subject with her. It was awkward but I managed it. At first it was little chats about the health of our marriage and we then talked about the age difference between us and then we would discuss the possibility of exploring a new way forward. Soon she realised what I was covertly suggesting and she was a little shocked. But then it began to settle in her and she started to feel comfortable talking it through. After some time it turned into a shared masturbation fantasy and then suddenly we were both completely immersed in the idea. Suddenly we were exploring the idea in our minds and imagining various scenarios on a regular basis. 

Then everything changed when we went on a summer holiday to San Sebastian in Spain. It is a resort that we'd visited the previous year and we even managed to rent the same secluded villa that was up on the hill away from the busy town. I had a feeling that something was going to happen on this holiday. We had been developing the idea for several months by this point and I could sense that Natasha was ready for it. And being on holiday had set the mood perfectly. After a few days of lazing on the beach and eating at the local restaurants we had settled into a pleasant holiday feeling of relaxation and inhibition. 

It was in the late afternoon and in a small bar that we met Ricardo. He was a young Spaniard who worked in a sports shop on the seafront. He was thirty two years old with a handsome, chiselled face and oily black hair. He had an olive skin and an athletic physique. We got chatting to him almost as soon as we sat at our table and then within a few minutes I had asked him to sit with us. It was quite obvious that Natasha liked Ricardo. She showed absolutely no resistance to the idea of him sitting with us and very quickly they were chatting away to each other so I stepped back a little in the conversation. It was wonderful to see Natasha opening up to him. Her shyness was slipping away as they talked and eyed each other. I went off to use the men's room and as I was returning I stopped in my tracks and just looked at them. A feeling came over me that I should give them a few more moments alone and so I sneaked out of bar and took in some sea air. 

My mind was racing with thoughts of what might happen. I wondered at the pornographic pleasures that I might be feasting upon later in the evening and then I felt a tremendous unease about what was happening. I was disgusted with myself for wanting something so kinky and yet I was thrilled. Yes! I was thrilled and precisely because it was so kinky. The idea had become so ingrained in my mind that the very wrongness of it felt, somehow right and natural and yet I wondered how something so wrong could feel right? And yet I really did wanted to be, somehow right. Or, at least I wanted to believe that it was right. Or rather to make believe, that it was right. And then I was disgusted with myself for wanting it so much and for making believe that it was somehow right. And then I knew that it was wrong and then the wrongness aroused me and suddenly I noticed that I had an erection. It was at that moment that I knew that I had become fixated with it. It had become a full blown obsession. 

I calmed down, gathered myself and returned to the table. I ordered another round of drinks and then smiled at Natasha. She looked down bashfully and then her eyes rose to meet mine and she grinned. Everything was communicated in that moment. 

It was a balmy summer evening as Natasha, Ricardo and I walked back up the hill to our villa. And as soon as we were inside they set to it. Nothing was said but they were suddenly kissing passionately and Ricardo's hands were all over Natasha's body. He was pulling up her summer dress and groping her smooth buttocks. "You make a lovely couple!" I said without thinking about what I was saying. 

Thirty minutes later I was standing at the end of the bed and looking down at Natasha as she lay on her back with her legs wide open and Ricardo on top of her. Ricardo's buttocks were thrusting up and down and his large penis was sinking deep into Natasha's vagina. They were naked and so was I. They were having sexual intercourse and I was masturbating. I was studying the throb of the young man's rigid penis as it slid between Natasha's moist vaginal lips. Ricardo's penis was very large and as I watched it sliding in and out Natasha's vagina a feeling of admiration flowed over me. "You make a lovely couple" I said out loud and my words trickled over their naked bodies. They were indeed a beautiful young couple in the throes of the most natural act. I watched their lovely bodies as they writhed about. I noticed Natasha's breasts heaving with the rhythm as Ricardo thrust into her. He was inside my wife. His penis was throbbing inside her and she groaned with the pleasure that his throbbing penis was giving to her. "You make a lovely couple" I said. 

Then Natasha was on top and I watched her young body rising and falling as she felt Ricardo's penis inside her. "This is so good for marriage! I thought to myself. I was making believe that it somehow could be good for the marriage and I was feeling kinky because of it. "This is so good for the marriage." I said out loud just to say it out loud, to proclaim it and so that they could near me. 

"Oh my god!" said Natasha as she heard my words and Ricardo smiled. Natasha continued her upwards and downwards motion but she leant forward to kiss Ricardo passionately on the lips. Their tongues entwined and I could see their opened mouths merging together. Then I looked down the length of their bodies and directly at Natasha's vaginal lips wrapped snugly around the thick shaft of Ricardo's penis. As Natasha slowly moved her body there were moments when I could see almost the full penis. I noticed how the shaft was glistening with sexual juices and in a way it seemed unreal to me. I felt as though I was hypnotised. I was in a constant state of amazement at sheer size of Ricardo's penis. And I stood there for, what seemed like ages just staring at it. 

"This is so good for the marriage." I said under my breath. Natasha turned her head to look at me and gave out a low moan. "This is so good for the marriage." I said again but louder and yet again Natasha gave out a low moan. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and turned to look at them. They were both now lying on their sides with Natasha leaning towards me and Ricardo behind her. Natasha lifted up her leg and Ricardo held it high and then he looked at me. We held the gaze for what seemed like an age and then I broke it in order to look down their bodies as Natasha guided Ricardo's penis back into her vagina. Soon he was thrusting backwards and forwards, his penis sliding in and out of Natasha's vagina. He pumped faster and them faster again. He was sweating and groaning. Natasha was sweating and groaning and I was sweating and groaning. Suddenly Ricardo let out a very deep and guttural groan and he pushed his hips as far forward as he could with the result that his penis sank into Natasha's vagina as deep as it possibly could. Natasha let loose a very loud groan and I knew that Ricardo was ejaculating into her. I watched the penis shunting and swelling with every squirt of semen. It seemed to go on for ages and I thought about how he was flooding her with his semen. 

"This is so good for the marriage," I said in a strained and quiet voice.



The Holiday



Annoyed, Sara shook the bottle which sprayed over Phillipa’s top and soaked Jen in the process. Completely hysterical with laughter they stumbled into the bathroom to clean up. Phillipa peeled off her vest top and dropped it in soggy heap in the bath. Jen gave Sara a funny look, it was weird to see a teenage girl happy to show off part of her body to complete strangers.

Jen was about to find a towel when she burped and dropped in the bath. She laughed out loud, farted very un ladylike and fell fast asleep.

“Oh man,” Phillipa said, slurring her words. “She can’t hanandle her booze.”

“Towel. Need some ofthat towel business,” Sara replied. She swigged from the vodka bottle she had brought with her.

The tiny hand towel wasn’t big enough for either of them. Sara wasn’t going to get dry and decided that since Phillipa had already removed her top that she could go ahead and do the same. She wasn’t bothered by the fact that she would be showing off hr breasts to a stranger since the stranger didn’t seem to care that she was doing the very same thing!

Sara splashed water onto her chest to get rid of the sticky coke. Phillipa did the same. Sara couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Phillipa’s huge white breasts which must have been a 40e which Sara thought was being nice. Phillipa rubbed a wash cloth over them and Sara watched how they bounced and swayed. She was so pissed that inhibitions were the last thing on her mind. Without realised what she was doing until she did it, Sara reached out and gave Phillipa’s tits a quick squeeze making a “honk honk” sound as she did so.

Phillipa span around and stared drunkenly at Sara, eyeing her up, swaying on her feet a little and staring at Sara’s breasts. Then she grabbed them and did the same, her big hands grabbed Sara’s smaller 36d breasts and wobbled them about.

They both collapsed in a fit of giggles before stopping and staring at each other. Sara wasn’t sure what they were about to do but she did feel the atmosphere change. She was very vaguely aware of about to cross a barrier she hadn’t crossed before, if she totally honest would never have crossed it if she hadn’t been so completely drunk. Past lovers had told her she always got horny when she was drunk.

Sara looked at Phillipa’s face. The next morning when Jen and Sarah looked at pictures taken of Phillipa on their cell phones they realised Phillipa wasn’t exactly a looker, far from it really. She was overweight, had a manly face and was very gruff and rough. But that night that sort of thing wasn’t important or even noticeable.

After a pause, during which they both eyed each other up and Jen giggled in her half sleepy half drunken stupor, they started taking their clothes off. Sara unzipped her skirt, tore away her panties, socks and shoes and watched Phillipa do the same. Then they stared at each other once more. Sara knew she was a little overweight, and was losing it all the time at the gym, but knew that alcohol or not that Phillipa was way fatter than she was.

Phillipa was chubby, she had a large stomach, a roll of fat under her breasts and arms, large thighs and a huge bush of pubic hair, some of which spread onto her stomach up to her navel. Her stomach was lined with stretch marks and a few spots. She didn’t shave her arm pits either. In the cold light of day Sara would have turned her nose up at such a sight saying it was gross. Right then and there she didn’t care, she was eyeing Phillipa’s body with erotic eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“Letss getton with it,” Phillipa slurred. “We’re both horny as fuck right?”

“Very horny,” agreed Sara.

“Gurd, we don’t have time ter muck about.”

Sara nodded in agreement. “I never done this with another woman before,” she said, feeling the room sway around her.

“I done it before,” Phillipa stated.

She bent over and lifted Sara’s breasts, sucking each nipple hard while her free hand reached down and rubbed Sara’s pussy. Sara almost fainted from the touch, she was amazed at the situation she was in. The sober part of her knew this was weird, a first for her, something she hoped she wasn’t going to regret, but wanted to remember.

She had never looked at women in a sexual way her whole life until that moment and was slightly nervous. Her drunkenness and arousal tried to shove aside any silly feelings she had, although a small part of her couldn’t help feel that this was wrong somehow, that she didn’t really want to go through with it. She felt so horny that her body just took over regardless of what her brain was feeling. Her body forced her to groan loudly in pleasure as fat Phillipa touched her body.

“Like that huh?” Phillipa grunted. “Do it ter me.”

Phillipa put a hand on the back of Sara’s head and pulled it down to her breasts. Never having done that sort of thing before Sara took each large nipple in her mouth and sucked hard, rolling them between her lips and lapping them with her tongue. Phillipa seemed to like it as she moaned and grunted and rubbed her hand on Sara’s pussy more, her fingers roughly fondling her clit. 

“You do it gurd,” Phillipa said. 

She raised Sara’s head and pulled toward her own. They kissed, Phillipa forcing her tongue into Sara’s mouth making Sara suck on it like it was a miniature cock. Phillipa suddenly pushed 2 fingers right inside her soaking pussy without warning.

“Oohh…oh fuckingg helll…” Sara yelped in surprise and intense pleasure.

“Yeah you like bein a lezzer doncha?” Phillipa grunted into Sara’s ear as she held onto her and shoved her fingers inside her. “I Reckon yer a bitofa slut, a right fuckin horny bitch. I’m gonna make you cum.”

“Ohshitoshitoshit….oh christ…yesyes doit…make me fucking cum….” Sara yelled as she felt her climax rushing to boiling point. “Finger my cunt…ohyes…yesyesyes…I’m a slut…yespleasedoit…more…”

“Thas it, slut…cum on my hand. Fucking cum!”

Sara trembled as her climax hit her. She wobbled against Phillipa’s huge meaty body as her ‘friend’ fingered her pussy faster, harder and deeper. Her juices ran over Phillipa’s hand like she was pissing.

“Fuuucckkkk….I’m cumming….ohyeaaaahhhh…!!!!”

As soon as Sara had calmed down and got her breath back, Phillipa grinned stupidly at her, then kissed her deep. She pulled her hand away from Sara’s pussy, licked her dripping fingers then pushed them in Sara’s mouth. Sara licked her own juices from Phillipa’s fingers, enjoying the sweet musky taste.

Sara glanced at the bath rub and her sleeping friend. Jen was out cold and totally oblivious to Sara’s situation. Would she tell her in the morning? Would Jen remember anything from tonight? Sara wasn’t she if she thought it a good idea for Jen to remember anything or be told what had happened.

“Do me now. Do me,” Phillipa ordered. “Finger fuck my cunt.”

Phillipa turned and leaned against the wall opposite the bath, pulled Sara in front of her. She took Sara’s hand and roughly pushed it against her massive bush of pubes. Sara found Phillipa’s open inviting vulva was soaking as she started rubbing Phillipa’s pussy lips, feeling how soaked they were already. Phillipa kissed Sara again, her tongue drooling over her face, her breathing was ragged and deep. Sara had no choice but to let Phillipa slobber over her sweaty skin.

“Yeah that’s it…urghyeah,” Phillipa grunted as they snogged. “Get yer fingers in my cunt bitch and fuck me hard.”

Sara pushed 2 fingers deep inside Phillipa’s pussy. They held onto each other. She could feel Phillipa grabbing her breasts, sucking her nipples hard.

“Yer doin gurd,” Phillipa moaned. “Use more fingers…urghyeah…that’s better…now fuck me fast…yeahh like that…urghshit…”

Sara had 4 fingers inside Phillipa’s wide dripping pussy and was pumping them in and out fast, shoving them up inside her hard. They were both gasping for breath and shaking.

“Urgghfuckk…want yer other hand…use it on me clit,” Phillipa cried out, stumbling against Sara and almost knocked them both over. “Give me clit a fucking…gurd rub…ugh yeah…fuckin make me cum yer horny bitch…”

Sara moved her other hand under the roll of fatty stomach. She leaned against Phillipa and began searching for Phillipa’s clit, which wasn’t hard to find as it was huge! It stuck out like a small fat cock and as soon as Sara started rubbing it Phillipa went nuts.

“Yeah that’s fuckin gurd!!! Rub it harder!! Fuckin makeme cum!! Harder you fuckin slut whore!! Yer…ohyer it’s gurd…”

Sara was forcing four fingers in and out of Phillipa’s pussy and rubbing her cock like clit while trying to lean against the fleshy mountain of a woman in case she fell over. The sweat was pouring off Phillipa, dripping off her nose and chin, splashing over her huge breasts and running between their sticky bodies. All the while Phillipa was screaming and moaning for more and more. Sara was exhausted.

“Come on bitch!!” Phillipa bellowed in Sara’s ear. “Fuckmefuckmefuckme!!!! Make me cum!! Wanna cum!! Want you…urghyeah….fuckme….want you to fingerme till I fuckin cum….urgh…ohyur…”

Sara was doing the best she could. Phillipa was like a huge elephant bucking and shaking against her. Every part of her wobbled, her red face, her gigantic breasts, her rolls of fat and her stomach. Everything moved and bounced against Sara as she continued to finger Phillipa.

“Yer a fuckin bitch whore…urgh…” Phillipa grunted and smiled. “Look at me whore. Look at my face…ugh…yeahthasgurd…”

Sara raised her face away from Phillipa’s hot sticky breasts and looked at Phillipa’s frantic red face.

“Keep lookn at me…urghfuckme…yeah…I’m close…yeah oh…close ter cumin…keep looking at me when I squirt…you do this gurd…tell me you’re a whore…go on!!”

“I’m a whore,” Sara said, almost breathless now.

“Yer…urgh…fuckyeah…keep frigging me clit…force yer fingers in me bitch…what are you?”

“A bitch.”

“Right. You like fingering women doncha? Ohyer…fuckkkk…anysecond…any fuckin second…tell me what you like you cunt lovin bitch…urgh…COME ON!!”

“I…I like fingering women’s cunts,” Sara said. She just wanted Phillipa to reach her orgasm so she could collapse on the floor and pass out. “I want you to climax…”

“Gurd….yeah I like it….you talk dirty for first time lezza whore…I…” Phillipa’s eyes went wide and her body stated to shake. “…fuckkkkkk! Yeah bitch, fuck me harder….do it!!!! I’m cuming!!!! FINGER ME HARDER BITCH!!!”

Sara stared at Phillipa’s face as her whole body shook violently.

“FUCKKKK!!! I’m CUMING!!! YUR!!!! URGHHHHHH….OH….URGH URGH….YEEEAHAAHHH!!!! HERE I GOOOOOO…YERYER URRRRGGGGHHH….FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!”

Phillipa’s orgasm hit her so hard she bounced off the wall almost knocking both of them in the bath tub and almost certainly hurting Jen. Sara forced her body forwards to prop Phillipa up against the wall. Sara continued to push 4 fingers inside Phillipa’s pussy and rub her oversized clit as she climaxed. It felt as if Phillipa was pissing as juices squirted and oozed over Sara’s hands and legs.

Things calmed down. Phillipa caught her breath and Sara sagged and removed her hands from fatso’s body and collapsed onto the toilet, her body sore and sticky from sweat and drool and Phillipa’s pussy juice.

Phillipa stumbled across the bathroom and bent over. She grabbed Sara’s head and snogged her deep and hard, forcing her tongue once more into Sara’s mouth. They parted and Phillipa grinned.

“Yer was a gurd fuck,” she told Sara. “Not bad one bit. Maybe next time I get your face between my legs and on my puss and we’ll have some real fun. What you say?”

“Sounds good,” Sara said weakly. She was exhausted.

“Get yer friend outa the bath,” Phillipa said. “I gotta get some sleep.”

With that she stumbled out of the bathroom. Sara heard her banging around for a moment then silence. Wherever she was she hoped she has out cold for the foreseeable future. Sara managed to get dressed. She was still drunk enough to find dressing hard but not enough to know what she had just done. Why had she done that? What the hell was she thinking? She knew she could act a bit weird when she got aroused but that was just stupid!

She couldn’t decide if she should feel pleased at having experienced something new, something exciting, or if she should feel violated at having that fat sweaty shit force herself on her. Had she been sexually violated? She didn’t think so since she had enjoyed 80% of it but then she probably felt sick because of the ugly personality and ugly body of the woman she had done it with.

Sara just wanted to get back to the cottage and get to sleep. She managed to wake Jen and they stumbled out into the cool night air, found an taxi and that was where she fell asleep. Jen told her the next morning it was like a tag team. Jen falling asleep in the bath, then Sara falling asleep in the taxi.

Sara decided not to tell Jen about the night before just yet. She would wait and see if the time was right before saying anything to anyone. Besides she had to get it all straight in her own head first.

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Truth or Dare

The following evening all four decided to stay in, open a few bottles and play a few games, just relax. That day they had been shopping, relaxed by the beach in the afternoon and were now happy to enjoy each others company.

As the night deepened the wine flowed and they were all a little drunk. They had played an adult version of charades and a fun drinking game Shane picked up on their shopping trip. Dan suddenly decided that a good game of truth or dare was in order.

There were agreements from all parties and a bottle of wine was hastily spun on the coffee table. The dares were pretty lame to start with, drink half a bottle of wine without stopping, Sara had to simulate a blow job on a bottle of wine and Shane took a dare to run around the living room with his pants on his head.

The bottle landed on Sara and Jen smiled.

“Okay Sara, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Oh that’s a good choice,” smiled Jen. “Now then…let me think. Oh I know! I got a good one. Have you ever done it with a woman?”

Sara almost stopped breathing. Could her friend know about last night? She was feeling herself getting embarrassed. She thought fast.

“One word answer okay?”

“Sure.”

“Then I can spin the bottle?”

“That’s fair.”

“Okay,” said Sara, happy with her plan. “Yes I have done it with a woman.”

Silence. No one moved or spoke. She saw the look of shock on everyone’s faces. Her embarrassment was over. She basked in the shock of her truth and before anyone could started asking questions she had spun the bottle.

“Wait a second,” said Shane. “We need to hear more about this!”

“Damn right we do!” said Dan.

“Too late,” said Sara with a big grin. “One word answer was what I had to give and now it’s my turn! Oh…look at that…it’s landed on Jen!”

“So it has,” said Jen with a worried look.

“Right then,” said Sara. “Truth or dare, Jen?”

“I choose….truth.”

“Another fine choice,” Sara said with a smile. “Okay. Jen, if you have ever done it with a woman you have to tell us about it.”

Jen stared at Sara with shock on her face. “Bitch.”

Shane laughed then looked very serious as he saw the expression on Jen’s face. He glanced at Dan then Sara.

“Jen?” he asked. “What’s your answer? You haven’t done it with a woman have you?”

“Well I…I don’t think it was really much…oh shit.”

“Sounds like there’s a story here,” Sara said with a sly smile.

“Jen?” questioned Shane.

“Um…sorry Shane,” Jen said looking very guilty.

“You have?!!!!” yelped Shane. He closed his eyes. “Jesus. When? With who? Shit. You have to tell us…tell me at least.”

Jen looked pleadingly at Sara who shrugged. “Sorry Jen, rules is rules. Confess and we will forgive you for your sins!”

“Fuck.” Jen sighed. “Okay. Fine. Right. I’ll tell you all. Sara, you’re an evil bitch and I’m going to get you back big time!”

“Only when it’s your turn!” said Sara swigging her wine.

“Come on!” Dan said. “We need to hear the juicy story.”

“Yes. Yes,” Jen said. She took a big gulp of wine and a deep breath. “It was two years ago when we were in St. Lucia.”

“St. Lucia!” Yelped Shane. He looked shocked and excited at the same time. “You never told me anything.”

“I kept it a secret. Sorry.”

“I thought we had no secrets.”

“Do you want to hear the story or not?” Jen asked, slight anger in her voice. “I can still say fuck you to everyone and go to bed if you’re going to be nasty.”

“No, no,” said Shane. “Okay, tell us what happened.”

“My little story isn’t much to tell,” Jen said. She leaned back on the sofa and sipped her wine. “Two years ago Shane and I went to St. Lucia, we took Tammy and Georgina with us this time since the year before they moaned when they didn’t come with us. We wanted time on our own before and the girls didn’t like being left with my parents . We took a 7 day cruise around the Caribbean and then another 7 in St. Lucia which is where this brief encounter with a woman happened.”

“Jesus,” said Shane.

“No. A woman,” Sara said with a chuckle.

“We stayed in a very nice hotel with its own private pool, gym, spa and all the top notch stuff. The girls loved the activities which gave Shane and me time alone. We sunbathed and relaxed by the pool most days and spent the evening with other families at dinner. A family we got to on well with was the Young’s, Catrina and..”

“John,” finished Shane. “I remember them. John was a nice chap.”

“Yes. They had two girls and a boy who loved playing with our girls. It was great in the evening as there wasn’t a lot for the kids to do so they got on well with each other. A couple of night Shane and John played snooker together while me and Catrina sat by the pool in the evening air.”

“And that was when you did it?”

“Shane!” Jen snapped. “Stop interrupting me!”

“Sorry. Go on.”

“We discovered we had a lot in common. Scuba diving, music, even liked the same films and books. By our third night we were chatting like we’d known each other for years. Catrina was a lovely woman, very striking in her appearance. You agree Shane?”

“Sure do. She was very attractive for her age, forty something I think she said, right?”

“Forty four,” Jen said. “She liked to wear long silk evening dresses. They seemed to flow over her thin body like water, made her look very attractive. She even confessed to me that she didn't wear a bra other than for support at the gym. She was gifted in that her chest had always remained pert and buoyant even after breast feeding her children.”

“Lucky,” said Sara.

“Very,” agreed Jen. “Anyway, on our last but one evening together we got rather drunk and talked about our sex lives. I can’t say I ever did that much with any friends at home…” she gave Sara a knowing look. “…and I admitted that sex with Shane was still very good but occasionally lacked a spark, sorry Shane.”

“Great,” mumbled Shane.

“Catrina knew what I was talking about as she told me the spontaneity had drifted away from hers and Johns sex life. I was excited to find someone I could speak to about this area of my life and we spent the rest of the evening swapping our stories and sharing fantasies.”

“Dirty cow,” Sara said, smiling.

“That’s me.” Jen topped up her glass. “Okay. Hard part now. We both shared a common fantasy…which was…was about…shit…which was to be sexually physical with a woman. Neither of us had ever acted on our fantasies although we both admitted it was an illicit act that turned us on.”

“Jen…Jesus…you never said…”

“Sorry. I really am.”

Sara saw the situation was looking a bit bad. She didn’t want to ruin her friends lives. “You don’t have to carry on, Jen.”

“No. It’s okay. I want Shane to hear this. Deep down I think he likes the idea of me being with a woman. Shane?”

“It’s every man’s fantasy. Dan, you agree?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Shall I carry on?”




The Holiday



Shane nodded. “Tell us. You realise you’re going to get the seeing to off your life after this is over!”

“Worth carrying on then I would say!” said Jen with a giggle. “Were was I? Oh yes, me and Catrina agreed to keep in touch after the holiday and we made a deal to tell each other if we ever acted on our fantasies. We were giggling like school girls when Shane, John and the children returned. We said goodnight and retired to our rooms at the hotel.”

“Toilet break,” Dan said jumping up.

Everyone got up, stretching legs and opening more bottles of wine. Sara and Jen glanced at each other. Jen had already forgiven Sara for landing her in a tight spot, she had wanted to tell Shane for 2 years what had happened and now she had been the perfect opportunity.

When everyone was seated once again Jen continued.

“It was about four in the morning when I heard the door knock and someone whispering out in the hallway. Shane was fast asleep so I opened the door to find Catrina who pulled me into the hall and closed the door.

She whispered in my ear, ‘I I want to live my fantasy now, do you?’

I told her yes and we ran off down the hallway. Catrina was okay as she was wearing a long silk robe but I only had a small vest top of panties so I hoped no one would see us. In the open air we hurried over to a secluded section of the grounds where two swimming pools joined under a Japanese bridge. It was here that he hid away, under the bridge and sat on the edge of the pool, our feet in the water.

We were both very excited at our night time secret fun and decided we should try kissing first. She smelled lovely, her perfume was sensuous and I placed my hand on her cheek as we kissed. We were getting carried away by the pool in the darkness and removed our clothes and…”

“Hang on. Slow it down!” Shane said.

“Sorry.” Jen nodded and swigged her wine. “Okay. “Catrina stood and undid her robe. I was amazed at her body when her robe dropped to the floor. Then she sat down and asked me to undress. I stood up and pulled off my vest top, felt a bit silly but felt awkward when I pulled down my panties. Catrina stared at my body as I sat down next to her by the pool.

We caressed each others breasts slowly, and teased each others nipples. I marvelled at how Catrina loved to have her nipples sucked hard and she said she would never had thought I loved having my breasts squeezed so roughly.”

“Wow,” Dan said.

They were all staring at Jen as she told her story. Sara was the first to pick up on the change in atmosphere. Things had changed slightly, as if someone had opened taken the lid of Bottled Arousal or Horny Delight and the vapours were now filling the air.

“She was a beautiful woman,” Jen continued, her eyes distant and longing. “I remember our tan lines were clearly visible in the dim light from the hotel. We were very aroused at this point and kissing loads. Catrina loved my shaven pubes, different from hers which were pretty thick but neatly trimmed in a small vee.

‘Should we masturbate each other?’ I whispered to Catrina.

‘Let me go first,’ Catrina said.

I gasped so loud when she touched my pussy. Her fingers were like silk and I remember moaning when she slipped a finger inside me. I was quite wet by then. I almost climaxed right then, the feelings were so intense.

‘Finger me,’ Catrina said to me.

I started to finger her pussy, she was wet too. I didn’t really know what to do so I just put a finger inside her and moved it about. We kissed open mouthed while we masturbated each other. We couldn't make much noise or we would be discovered by hotel security so our moaning had to be really quiet.

Eventually we decided to go for our ultimate fantasy, to give each other oral sex at the same time. To sixty nine.”

“Holy shit!” Sara said. She could feel her own pussy start to tingle. Both Shane and Dan were looking uncomfortable and Sara knew they were trying to hide their erections.

Sara wondered how long it would be before something else started happening? She had been in a situation like this before in her early twenties, herself and 3 friends had told sexy stories and had ended up in bed together. She was taken from behind over the bed by her boyfriend of the time, while her best friend bounced on top of her own boyfriends cock. It was a one off thing, never done it since but she remembered it as a totally erotic experience, heightened by the fact that they were all crossing a line not usually crossed.

This time it felt different, not so innocent and naïve. She wasn’t sure it would be a good idea to go that far tonight, it could ruin all of their friendships. Besides she wasn’t sure if she wanted to take part in a foursome with her best friends, although once again her body was trying to force its own opinions on those of her head.

“It was an amazing time, Sara,” Jen said. “A fantastic experience.”

“So what happened next?” Shane asked.

Jen took a deep breath. “I lay on my back and opened my legs, feeling so sexually wanton in front of another woman was a huge thrill. Catrina placed her legs on either side of my head and lowered her hot pussy onto my mouth. We started licking…licking each other at the same time, both flicking out tongues over each others clitoris's.

Catrina was moaning…she was telling me how amazing it felt. I was writhing about like electric shocks were running through me, I was groaning…and…saying how good she tasted, I remember it all so clearly.

It didn't take us long to reach climax. I felt an amazing sense of sexual fulfilment when Catrina grunted and groaned as her orgasm trembled through her body. I…felt…felt her pussy quiver on my face and her thighs trembled as she stiffened. I climaxed moments later and felt a huge desire to repeat the entire process almost immediately.

Catrina lifted herself off me and we sat there facing each other and getting our breath back. We kissed long and hard. I could taste myself on her face and lips, our bodies were pretty sweaty…we touched each other again…sucked on each others nipples.”

Jen sighed deeply, almost wistfully. She focussed on her friends and smiled. “It was an amazing fantasy,” she said. “We agreed one that was worth acting out. Anyway, we crept back to the hotel, luckily no one had noticed we were away. Outside my door we kissed again, I pinched Catrina's nipples hard through her silk wrap and she returned the favour by giving my clitoris a long slow rub through my panties.

The next day neither of us could keep a straight face. We smiled at each other from our sun loungers. At lunch time we went for a swim through the various pools that were all connected. We found an isolated spot and sneaked a quick kiss before heading back.”

Jen sat back and looked around at the horny faces before her. 

“Well that’s a story we won’t forget in a hurry,” Dan said.

“No shit,” said Shane with an open mouth. “And you never told me? Why?”

“I don’t know really,” said Jen with an honest face. “Maybe because you’d want me to do it again or get me to do it while you watched or something like that, and I didn’t want that sort of thing.”

Shane looked insulted.

“You men are all the same,” Jen said. “Two women going at it is your biggest fantasy. We’d have been back home two minutes and you’d have me down the nearest bar trying to pick up some lesbo so you can get your rocks off watching us make out.”

“A special one time experience,” Sara said.

“Exactly.” Jen folded her arms. “It was special. I’m not saying I wouldn’t do it again but the time was right at that moment and not since. A holiday thing.”

Shane shuffled in his seat. “Just a holiday thing, “he said. “I guess that’s okay then.”

Everyone was nodding, lost deep in their thoughts. Jen looked around at them, suddenly realising what she had said. Shane opened his mouth.

“No,” said Jen firmly. “Before you even speak the answer is no. I know what you’re thinking and…”

“Go on then. Tell me what I was thinking if you’re a mind reader,” said Shane.

“You were thinking that I said it was a holiday thing only,” Jen said. “Then your oversexed brain decided that since it was a holiday now then I should strip naked and jump on Sara, rip off her clothes and stuck my tongue up her pussy. Uh huh, not a chance.”

“Jesus,” Shane said. “Calm down.”

“Would be a good laugh,” Dan said.

“End of discussion, right Sara?”

“Eh…what? Oh yes, of course.”

“I’m going to the loo,” Jen said standing up.

“I could do with a Bailey’s, anyone?” asked Sara also standing.

Shane and Dan both nodded. Sara headed off to the kitchen leaving them alone. As soon as she had left the room Shane smiled at Dan.

“I bet they end up doing it,” he said with a quiet smirk.

“No. You really think so?”

Shane swigged the last of his wine. “Bet you anything.”

“£50 says they don’t,” said Dan. “No way would they do it, not after that little speech of hers.”

“Okay, you’re on,” said Shane holding out his hand.

Dan shook it. “Before the night is out though,” he said as they shook.

“No problem.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Let’s say men’s intuition.”

In the kitchen Sara found glasses, Baliey’s, tonic and ice. She had just tipped ice cubes into the glasses when Jen came sauntering into the kitchen looking more than a bit merry. They had all been drinking all night and no one was sober. She giggled when she bumped into Sara.

“Men are so sad,” she said. “Don’t you think?”

“Well we all have our fantasies don’t we?” Sara replied. She lit up a cigarette and leaned against the table. “Men like to see two women having sex. Very common fantasy.

“I suppose,” said Jen.

“You never thought about doing it again?” asked Sara.

“Sometimes,” Jen said. She poured Baileys into the glasses then glanced at Sara. “More often than I’ve admitted.”

“Really!” chuffed Sara. “Exactly how much?”

“A lot. Oh okay, I’ve been kind of desperate to do it with another women ever since but never found the right time or right feeling or whatever.”

“You dark horse!” Sara said. “And you said no to stop Shane from going on and on about it then?”

“Naturally!” Jen glugged Balieys over the table top before managing to put the lid back on. “I wasn’t about to go all lesbo on you was I?”

“Why not?”

“Well…because…” she stared at Sara with drunken eyes. “What would you have done then?”

Sara dragged deep on her cigarette. She exhaled and looked thoughtful. “I would have ripped off your t-shirt for starters.”

Silence. Jen stared at her best friend. Sara was being serious. Or was she? A joke, it had to be. She was poking fun at her.

Jen starting mopping up spilled drink. “You jest.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You’re not the type.”

“Aren’t I?”

Jen stopped again. She watched Sara dragging on her cigarette for a moment then put down the cloth and leaned against the counter top opposite Sara.

“You’d have ripped my t-shirt off?”

Sara nodded. Deadly serious.

Jen moved fast. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head and chucked it on the floor. “Like that?” she asked.

“Yep.”

Jen seemed to weigh up the situation. If she wasn’t careful she would end up making a fool of herself here. 

“Then what do you think would happen?” Jen asked.

Sara looked at Jen leaning against the counter top, her white bra cupping her small breasts. Then she started undoing the buttons on her blouse. One by one from the top down. She peeled the sleeves down her arms, swapping her cigarette from one hand to the other as she did so. Finally dropping the blouse on the kitchen floor.

“I reckon that’s what would happen,” Sara said. “You would have taken my blouse off.”

Jen looked at her friends body. It was much bigger than her own slight frame. Sara’s breasts were large and rounded, held in position by a mammoth bra which suspended them over her fleshy stomach.

Their was electricity in the air now, heating up between them. In the other room they could hear Shane and Dan laughing and talking. They both thought they were playing a game, who would go the farthest before the other backed out? Secretly they both wanted neither to back out, although they had never done anything remotely like this with each other before, it was new and exciting and dangerous.

“Then I guess you’d whip off my bra,” Jen said. She unclipped it and let it fall to the floor. “Like that maybe?”

“Just like that,” agreed Sara. She stared at Jens petite pert breasts. They were firm and supple, her nipples hard and eager in the cool air of the kitchen.

“Then?”

Sara unclipped her own bra. Her large heavy breasts dropped down, unhindered by their fabric prison. “You’d remove my bra then.”

“So I see,” said Jen. She took her turn to look at her friends chest.

They had been to the gym together and swimming together many times in the past and had showered and changed together. She had never wanted to stare or admire her best friends breasts before and now she realised how big and shapely they really were.

Sara’s breasts were white, pink areola circled her dark pink and quite long nipples. They rose and fell as Sara breathed and dragged on her cigarette and Jen could almost imagine holding them in her hands, feeling their weight as she sucked each beautiful nipple into her mouth.

For Sara she too had never even considered the beauty of her friends body before. Now she found Jen’s body to be amazingly sexy, almost that of a young teenage girls. She stared longingly at her nipples, wondering what it would be like to pinch and lick them.

It felt like ages since either of them had last spoke. Finally Sara broke the silence. “And then what? What was it you told Shane you weren’t going to do?”

“Er…I wasn’t going to stick my tongue up your pussy,” Jen said, her voice husky and quiet.

Sara rubbed her hand down her jeans. “Bit difficult with these on, don’t you think so?”

Jen nodded. The stakes of the game was being raised. “I’d have to take them off you.”

Sara and Jen locked eyes. Sara undid her jeans and wriggled them down her meaty legs, pulled her feet free and kicked them aside. Without hesitating she slid her pale blue panties down to the kitchen floor and kicked them aside also.

Sara felt a tinge of foolishness standing in the kitchen with her best friend while she was totally naked. She knew her body wasn’t in its best shape, her stomach was far too big, her thighs too wide and her chest needed reducing, but she did feel very horny.

“Then…” Sara cleared her throat. “…then I’d be naked.”

“Yes.” Jen eyed up Sara’s body. “Yes. You would.”

Sara loved the attention. “Wouldn’t be able to be real lesbo’s if you were still dressed though.”

“That’s true,” Jen agreed. She started taking off her shorts. “You’d have to undress me more. Get my shorts off like this.”

Jen took off her shorts and then her panties and leaned back against the counter top. Now they were both naked. Jen knew it would be a huge shock if Shane and Dan burst in on them now. She couldn’t decided if she would be embarrassed or even more aroused if that happened.

“So,” said Sara.

“So,” said Jen. “After we’d got each others clothes off what would we do?”

Sara smiled slightly. She stepped forward toward Jen, sucked hard on her cigarette, flicked it out of the open doorway onto the dark night time garden and took a deep breath.

“We would…”

“…kiss…” finished Jen.

They both jumped forward, bodies clashing against each other. Their mouths linking, tongues collided as they kissed deeply and passionately. They hugged each other as they kissed, both trembling slightly in anticipation.

Jen moved her face from Sara’s, downward, using her hands to lift one of Sara’s mammoth breasts to her face and taking a long dark nipple in her mouth. She sucked on it, pinching it between her lips.

“Oh Jen!! Jesus! Suck them hard!” moaned Sara.

Jen sucked the other nipple hard, holding the fleshy breast in her hand as she did so. After a moment she leaned back. “Suck my tits, Sara.”

Sara bent forward, she didn’t need to hold Jen’s tiny breasts. She licked each nipple in turn before sucking them between her lips and sucking on them making Jen shudder.

“Sara, oh my god!” Jen whimpered. “I want you so bad!”

“Touch me Jen,” Sara said. “I want you too. I’m so fucking horny.”

Jen ran a hand over Sara’s round stomach and through her bushy pubes. “You’re so wet, Sara. Touch my pussy. I want us to finger each other.”

Sara gasped as Jen inserted a finger into her vagina. She cupped Jen’s vulva, gently rubbing the palm of her hand against her clit before sliding a finger inside her best friends hole.

They both groaned at the same time.

“Sara…oh shit…you’re so good….oh shit….yeah…”

“I love you Jen…fucking hell this is so goooood….urgh…”

“Lick me Sara, lick me out,” Jen looked into Sara’s eyes. “Lick my pussy, make me cum…please!”

Jen laid on the kitchen table, her legs wide apart and Sara began licking her pussy lips first, inserting a finger inside her as well. Jen was whimpering and moaning.

“Sara, Sara, Sara!! Oh shit….my clit…lick my clit…”

Sara slid her tongue along Jen’s clit before flicking it back and forth making her moan. Her thighs were shaking and trembling.

“Oh Sara…I’m….you’re so good…I’m going to cum…please…please make me cum with your tongue…oh shit…oh shit SARA! YES!!! OH SHIIITT!!”

Jen shook and moaned. She was crying, tears rolling down her face and her orgasm shook her whole body. Sara continued to slide her finger in and out of her vagina as she licked her clit while her best friend climaxed.

Before she had even managed to get her breath back Jen had climbed off the table and was pushed Sara onto it. “I want to lick your pussy,” she said.

“Yes! Do it!”

Jen quickly inserted two fingers inside Sara, she ran her other hand through Sara’s dense pubic bush and then up her body where she pinched and played with Sara’s nipples.

“Jen…Jen please lick me…oh…lick my pussy…make me cum…”

Slowly at first, Jen sucked on Sara’s pussy lips, teasing her. Then she licked up and down the length of Sara’s pussy, settling on her clit. Sara’s clit was long enough for Jen to nibble it between her lips as she flicked it with her tongue.

“I’m going to…oh fuck….fuck yes, yes yes! I’m going to…oh….going to cum Jen….so fast…oh god…finger me harder….use more…oh shit…more fingers…”

Jen shoved four fingers into Sara’s hot pussy.

“Oh Jen!! Yes!! I’m cuming! FUCK!! YES YES YES!!!! OH JEN!!! OH SHIT!! I’M….oh….oh…I’M CUMMINGGGGG….!!!!!”

Sara’s body thrashed on the kitchen table so much Jen almost fell over. Sara’s thick thighs wobbled and shook and she moaned and yelled a long time. Eventually she calmed down and slid off the table and on to the floor next to Jen.

They hugged each other kissing and tonguing each other. They were sweaty and sticky and breathing heavily. Even though they had just brought each other to a shattering orgasm they were still horny. Sara was playing with Jen’s pussy, gently sliding her fingers along her slit. Jen was teasing Sara’s long hard nipples.

“…gone ages. Find out where they are.”

“…go and see what they’re up to…”

Everything went deadly quiet.

Shane stood totally still, the kitchen door half open. He stared down at the two naked women kissing and masturbating on the floor. It took almost a full minute for them to realise he was stood there.

“I…I came to see where…”

“He’s lost for words,” said Jen with a chuckle.

“For once,” laughed Sara.

“Jesus!” breathed Shane.

“What?” Dan shouted from the other room. “What are they doing?”

“Come take a look at this!” Shane said.

Dan’s head appeared at the door a moment later. “Holy fucking Christ!”

They stared at Jen and Sara, still holding onto to each other. Sara’s fingers rested on Jen’s pussy and Jen tweaked Sara’s nipple playfully.




The Holiday



We had all gone away for a month, us six guys: Ray, Mike, John, Matthew, Paul and myself. It was supposed to be a bonding thing. We were in the heart of the countryside, staying in Paul's family's holiday home. It was miles from anywhere and it was going to be our last group outing together before Ray got married. 

To begin with it was fun. Just the six of us together, nobody's girlfriend allowed (or in John's case, boyfriend). We drank beer and ate pizza and stayed up late playing poker and doing generally male things. The cooking was split between John and myself and we had a great time.

But it was getting boring. There was no TV and we had run out of ways to amuse ourselves.

Then one night, a week after we'd arrived, we were sitting around having our regular poker session and Matthew was complaining that there was no fun in it. Ray usually won anyway and none of us could afford to wager any serious money. 

"There is one solution," said John casually.

"What's that?" said Matthew.

"Strip poker," said John, raising an eyebrow. 

This idea was greeted around the table with a weird silence. We were all looking at each other, trying to see who'd be the first one to turn it down. Nobody wanted to bottle out. We were all grinning. 

Eventually Mike said, "Well, I'm game."

"So am I," said Matthew.

"So am I," I said. 

Only Ray and Paul were holding out, grinning at each other. Of all of us, Paul was the least likely to go for it, while Ray would do anything to show off. Paul held Ray's gaze and said "Sure."

"Fair enough," said Ray, and he collected up our cards and started to shuffle them.

"How about a side condition?" said Matthew with an evil grin. "Whoever loses has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the evening."

I glanced at John. He was looking at me sidelong, a spark of mischief in his face. I grinned, a little nervously. This was shaping up to be potentially very embarrassing for whichever poor bastard lost the game. These guys were my best friends, which isn't to say that I trusted any of them for a moment. 

"Sounds good," said John. The rest of us nodded assent, trying to look as confident as we didn't feel. 

The game started, and I was having a run of luck. I'm not the best poker player in the world, but I was doing well and my bluffing was working. One by one, items of clothing came off; shoes, then socks, then shirts and then pants, and one by one whoever was down to his pants invariably folded before having to go all the way. John was loudly voicing his disappointment that none of us had had the nerve to push our luck. 

He changed his tune half an hour later when he was down to his jockey shorts and facing Ray, who was in t-shirt and boxers, and me who still had my cargo pants on over my own boxers. He folded. We slagged him for that. John was camp and extravagant, but he wasn't that much of an exhibitionist.

So it was between Ray and myself, and while he was the better player, I had the better hand. Two pairs. There was no way Ray had anything to beat that.

"I'll see your boxers," I said, "and I'll raise you my boxers and my pants."

There was a low whistle. The tension was electric. Six slightly drunk young men in various stages of undress were sitting quietly in a circle, and there was something undeniably erotic about all the testosterone in the room. I had the beginning of a slight hard-on. I knew I wasn't really risking it, but I was hoping that if we played another hand I might lose, and have to pay the forfeit. In the meantime I was planning what to do with Ray when he lost those boxers.

"I'll call you," he said carefully.

I knew he was bluffing. Smiling, I laid down my two pairs. One of the guys gasped. I knew I'd beaten him.

He looked at them impassively for a moment. Then he looked up at me and said softly, "Not bad."

Then he laid down his own cards. A full house.

The guys burst out laughing and cheering. I went totally crimson. I couldn't believe he'd beaten me and that I was now going to have to strip naked in front of them.

Ray grinned. "Get out there in front of the fire," he said, and took a pull at his beer.

I got up from the table and walked the walk of shame, over to where the fire was burning. The guys were chanting "Strip! Strip!"

I decided to do it quickly. I unbuttoned my cargo pants and let them drop down my legs, then I stepped out of them and pulled my shorts down, stepping out of them too. I picked up my clothes and tossed them aside. I was finally naked. There were cheers.

"What about the rest of the conditions?" said Matthew, smoking a cigarette.

"Oh yeah," said Ray. "What do we make him do. Hmm."

I stood there, naked, resting my weight on one hip, my arms by my sides. My cock was definitely not dormant. It was hanging there, swaying a little, sticking out slightly in front of me. Nobody'd commented on it but I knew they had all noticed.

Ray glanced at John, who was sitting at the table staring at me, his lips slightly parted, looking flushed.

"John," he said, "what do you think?"

"He looks lovely," said John with a grin. Ray looked at me.

"Okay," he said to me. "Get down on your knees and suck John's cock."

"Oh, come on," I said, scared and excited. "We never said anything about that."

"You have to do whatever I want, right?" said Ray. "That's what I want."

John didn't need any encouragement. He'd always been a little flirty with me, and I'd appreciated it at the time, although I didn't really think I was bisexual. But it had been a while since I'd had a girlfriend, and it's always nice when anyone makes you feel you're desirable. I didn't fancy John, though, because although he was slim and handsome, he was a guy - and I didn't fancy guys.

But now he was getting up from the table in only his shorts, and walking towards me, and I was naked and getting down on my knees with the purpose of giving him a blowjob. And the other guys were watching. I was starting to get hard. This was intimate, and weird, and definitely off the map. I was partly determined to go through with it because I had said that I would, and partly genuinely curious to see what it would be like. And John was so feminine, too, that I felt it would be like sucking a woman's cock, if only women had cocks. 

He looked down at me, his soft brown eyes smiling. 

"You want me to take off my shorts?" he murmured.

"No," I said. I wanted to keep it pure, to make me the only one who was naked. He took his already stiff cock out of his shorts and the other guys were totally silent, watching us. I had never seen another man's penis up so close before, and I marvelled at how lovely it was, with the thick head and the blue vein running along it. 

I took it in my hands and began to lick and suck on it, tasting John, and he gave a little shudder and a sigh. If this was to be my forfeit, I could do it, this I could handle. I closed my eyes and I felt them looking at us as I moved my tongue along the whole length of John's penis, stroking him, taking him between my lips and hauling on him. I reached up behind him and slid my hands inside his shorts, cupping his tight buttocks in my hands, and he grunted a little. His hands were all over my head, stroking my cropped hair and shoulders, and then he was taking my head and starting to fuck my mouth. It was a head-fuck in every sense, raw and crude and also disorienting and dizzying. Was I gay, then? Because I was enjoying the feeling of John's cock in my mouth? I tried not to think about it and tightened my lips around his shaft as it plunged in and out of my mouth.

I heard footsteps and then I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my naked arse. I opened my eyes and Matthew was behind me, fondling my hips and ass and stroking my own cock, and kissing me on the back of the neck. "MMMM!" I went in muffled protest, but John said softly, "Shut up, bitch!" and there was a chuckle from the table. I was getting scared, now; it looked like I wasn't just going to have take John in my mouth. Perhaps I was about to be ass-fucked into the bargain.

I took my mouth off John's cock and gasped, "What are you doing!"

"He can do anything I want, Alex," Ray murmured from the table. 

John took his cock and pushed it back in my mouth and I tried not to think too much. I went back to sucking him off.

I moaned into John's crotch as he urged himself on, and then I heard one of the guys leave the room and then return. I went on sucking and kissing and hauling on John's erect cock in my mouth, trying to make him cum. Then I felt the cool lube being smeared between my buttocks and I was no longer in any doubt that Matthew was about to fuck my ass. I whimpered. He didn't seem to be interested in whether or not I wanted him to. His cool, stiff, lubed-up cock was stroking me between my naked buttocks and I gasped. John was fucking my face frantically and Matthew was leaning into me, the head of his shaft pressing into my naked bottom, and there was a nasty moment of pain before all of a sudden, Matthew's cock had penetrated my anus and I made the transition from being a semi-reluctant cocksucker to a helpless ass slut. I moaned loudly and John hissed as he grabbed my head and came into my mouth. I swallowed his cum, or as much of it as I could, and I slobbered and licked it off his cock while Matthew worked his own cock up into my rectum. 

I moaned with the force of it. It felt incredibly nasty and forbidden, having a guy up there. But I eased myself back down onto him, really wanting him, trying to engulf his thick cock with my arsehole. Some of John's cum dribbled out of my mouth as he stepped back from me, and I went down on hands and knees, Matthew holding onto my naked hips as he fucked my arse. I could feel the fabric of Matthew's shorts against my bare buttocks. I closed my eyes and went "Ooohh, Jesus!" as Matthew fucked me. I knew the other guys were watching me take it up the arse and for some reason I found that incredibly arousing.

He was splitting me completely. I had never felt so utterly used and violated in my life, having a guy I had known and called a friend for years fucking me in my own arsehole, and yet it felt so sensual and dirty and nasty that I didn't want him to stop. I kept my eyes closed and I grimaced as he reached around me and grabbed my cock and began to pull on it.

"Yeah, jerk him off," said somebody quietly. I let out a breath through clenched teeth and went, "Oooh...nooo...no! No! God! Aah!" as I felt my cock swelling in Matthew's fist. But then, all too soon, he was bucking his hips into mine, fucking me roughly, and I gasped and went "AAAHH!" as he came in me, deep in my rectum, his hot cum flooding me.

He paused for a moment to get his breath back and then he pulled out of me quickly. I didn't want him to. I could feel his spunk trickling out of my anus as I crouched on my hands and knees, my head hanging, panting for breath.

The next one to take me was Mike. He came over and unexpectedly he lifted up my face and kissed me, taking my face in his hands and putting his tongue in my mouth, and I returned it, finding it strangely pleasurable, as good as any kiss I'd ever had from a girl. But then he didn't waste any time; he knelt behind me and grabbed my hips and in only seconds he was pushing his thick, blunt cock into my anus, and I was moaning and gasping with the strain of letting him enter me. 

It was dawning on me that every one of them was going to fuck my arse, and that I wanted them to. I wanted them to use me like the most abject slut of their dreams. I wanted them to cum over my naked body, cover my face with it, make me suck them off, bum-fuck me, sit on my face - all the things they'd always wanted to try, and never been able to. I wanted them to live out their filthiest fantasies in a way that they'd only ever dreamed of doing with their girlfriends. I was their bitch, for tonight anyway. God, it felt good to give myself up to my friends like this, to let them use me like they'd only ever imagined using anyone. At last they were able to put their imaginations into action, because at last they had someone who was willing to let them do whatever they wanted to him, and that person was me. 

John of course was gay, and I knew that there probably wasn't anything the guys would want to do to me that he hadn't at least tried already. But I was hoping that he, too, would have a fantasy, maybe of fucking a cute straight guy. And I wanted him to live whatever it was out on me.

Mike's penis wasn't very long but it was thick, and the friction of having him inside me, even with the lube and with Matthew's cum lubricating my arsehole, was almost overwhelming. I felt my knees getting shaky and sure enough they gave, so that I was down in a cobra position, reared up on my elbows and moaning harshly as Mike buggered me: "Oh, Jesus, oh fuck, oooh, ohh, ohhh, oh God, oh God..." 

I opened my eyes, breathing fast and heavily, and I focused on the others still sitting at the table; Ray, staring fascinated at the spectacle of Mike fucking me on the rug before the fire; John, sitting once again, looking flushed and sated; Matthew, lighting one of his ever-present cigarettes; and Paul, who took a nervous gulp of wine and looked the most uneasy with what was happening.

Mike was mounted on my arse and pushing deep into the cleft of my buttocks, and my cock was squashed against the thick rug. He wasn't fucking me the slow, deep, sensual way Matthew had. He had just grabbed me and mounted me like an animal, and now he was thinking only of his own pleasure, ruthlessly buggering me in fast, rough strokes. I remember thinking that this was what it must be like to be raped. I wasn't going to cum like this, but I knew he was about to. "Oh yeah...yeah...yeah! Oh God!" he gasped as he pumped into me, and I hissed "Oooh Jesussss!" as I felt him cumming inside me, then I let go and I sank face down onto the rug, shoving my slim hips back and upwards into his groin, milking the last of his cum from his swollen cock. 

I lay with my face buried in the rug, breathing heavily, overwhelmed at what I had allowed them to do - two of my best friends had just sodomised me and another had fucked my mouth, and there was more to come. Mike gingerly withdrew his softening penis from my arse, stroking me gently as if to apologise for how hard he'd fucked me, and I gave a little whimper.

I heard footsteps and I raised my sweating head. Ray was standing by my head, looking down at me where I lay prone, naked and fucked in the firelight.

"Pick him up," he said.

Matthew and Paul came over, grabbed me under my armpits and lifted me onto my knees. Ray inspected me, my slender body, my ribcage rising and falling, the thread of John's cum cooling on my lips. My cock still swaying, half-erect, between my thighs. 

"Do you want more?" he asked me.

"Yes," I whispered.

"You want to get fucked again? You want to get fucked up your arse by every single one of us?"

"Yes," I said, staring at me, imploring him to use me. He considered me; normally straight, even a little inhibited, a friend he'd known for five years, now naked and stained with cum and begging to be used by him.

"We're gonna shave you," he said softly. "Your whole body. Every inch. I don't want a single hair left. By the time we leave it'll have grown back, don't worry. I want you as naked as possible before I fuck you."

I gazed at Ray. I was giving myself over to them, now. They really were doing whatever they wanted with me.

"Take him into the bathroom," said Ray, and he turned and walked out.

Matthew and Paul held me under the arms and John and Mike picked up my legs, and I was carried bodily into the bathroom, still naked. I didn't struggle. I was letting them do it. 

Ray was already in there. He instructed the others to put me down on the tiled floor. Then he told me to get on all fours. I did so.

They were shaking up their cans of shaving foam.

"I want him totally covered," said Ray. "Every inch."

They sprayed handfuls of foam and started smearing it over my nude body, their hands moving the white foam all over me, first my back and shoulders and upper arms and then my arse and thighs, John smearing it deep into the cleft of my buttocks, then Mike was rubbing it into my cropped hair and Ray ordered me to kneel. I sat back on my heels, my arms by my sides, and Mike rubbed the foam all over my head, then over my face. I closed my eyes and he smeared it completely over my face, covering every inch, while one of the others covered my chest and stomach and then my cock and balls with shaving foam. Meanwhile the others were doing my calves and feet and forearms and hands.

In a couple of minutes I was completely covered in the stuff. I held my mouth open and breathed through it. 

They all started shaving me at once. Two of them were doing my back and arse, another was shaving my chest and belly, another my arms and another my legs. They didn't touch my head, yet.

I felt my body hair coming off me, and the coolness of the air and the astringents in the foam made my bare skin tingle. I couldn't see what they were doing because of the foam in my face and eyes, but God, it felt erotic to have my friends doing this to me, humiliating me, shaving off all my body hair to make me into a purely sexual object.

They made me lean back on my hands to give John better access to my genitals, which he shaved expertly. I was tense about having a razor down there, but he was swift and precise. Then they made me go on all fours again, and I moaned as I felt them parting my buttocks, and then there was the careful scratching of the razor shaving the hairs out of my crack.

As they went on they mopped me with wet flannels, and I felt my chest and arms and legs becoming smooth and cool. Lastly they made me sit, and then I felt the razor scything the short hair from my head, over and over again, making me bald; then the careful scraping around my jaw and neck and under my nose and on my chin; then, finally, the delicate removal of the hair on my eyebrows.

I heard John say, "I think that's it," and I was helped to my feet. I heard the shower running.

Ray's voice said, "Okay, Alex, have a shower and get cleaned up and let's see what you look like."

I felt my way into the shower and gasped as the water hit me. It felt so intense, so wet, now that I had no body hair to trap it; I was as smooth as a girl, and totally hairless. I washed the foam out of my eyes and off my body, and when I was clean I stepped out of the shower.

The guys were looking at me. John looked a little amused. Matthew and Mike were intrigued. Paul looked hot and bothered. Ray looked definitely hungry.

They stepped back from the full-length mirror. I got a good look at myself. 

I was me, all right, but how different; bald and smooth and alien-looking, my body pink from the shaving and the warm water, my chest hair gone, my head with none of the masculinity that it normally had. I was about skin, about flesh, for all that I was still slender; I looked less like a man, without actually looking like a woman. What I really looked like was a blank slate, a shop-window mannequin with genitals, a sexual template for anyone to inscribe fantasies on. My naked, hairless cock and balls were hanging pink and gleaming between my dripping thighs. My pale eyes looked very strange with no eyebrows whatever.

Ray grabbed me and kissed me, his hands groping me all over, and I moaned thickly inside his mouth as he gathered my naked body up against him. I closed my eyes. He was reaching down into the smooth crack of my arse and touching my anus and I shuddered. I felt someone smearing cool gel into the cleft and Ray's fingers moving it around, pushing gobs of it up into the already stretched tunnel of my anus, lubing me up once more. 




The Holiday



Ray's body was warm inside his t-shirt and boxers and with my shaven skin it was as though I could feel every single fibre in his loose underwear. God, it was sensual. And now while he was kissing me he was reaching into every last nook and cranny of my naked body, finding out what aroused me, making me give up every part of myself to him. I could hide nothing from him, he was going to take me any way he wanted me. 

"God, you're fucking beautiful," he muttered as he kissed my neck and throat, and I opened my eyes, my head lolling, to see the others standing and watching as Ray pushed his fingers into my anus and hauled on my prick, making me hard again. I knew they were watching me, the friend they had known so well for years, now shaved and hairless and smooth and pink and naked, in the arms of another friend, kissing and being caressed in my most intimate places and getting off on it.

Mike went up to John and simply pulled John's boxers down over his hips, stripping him nude, and John gasped and turned to Mike, and put his arms around Mike's shoulders, drawing him in and kissing him. Matthew went up to them and stood behind John, taking his own cock out of his jockey shorts and putting it in the cleft of John's narrow ass, and John chuckled as he kissed Mike. From time to time each of them turned and glanced at Ray and myself. I had already been fucked twice and my third time was coming.

Ray's strong arms went around my waist and he locked his fingers under my ass. I lifted my feet off the ground and wrapped my legs around him. He carried me out of the bathroom, still kissing me. Ray is strong, and I am not that heavy anyway.

He carried me across the room to the fire and stopped there. I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and he set me down, my feet touching the thick rug, then he pulled me down so that I lay on my back, and he lifted my naked legs up, pushing them back over me so that my arse was fully exposed to him. 

I stared up at him with longing as he grasped my cock and hauled on it lovingly, smiling, then he slid his hand down over my well-lubricated perineum and into the cleft of my buttocks, fingering my anus. 

"Oh, please," I whispered.

"Relax, honey," he said with a smile, and he took his cock out. 

My eyes widened. I'd seen Ray's cock before, we'd shared rooms and skinnydipped together, but I wasn't prepared for what it looked like erect. It was enormous.

He rubbed more lube over it so that it glistened in the firelight. I could hear panting coming from across the room, and then I heard Mike groan "Oh, fuck!" 

I turned my head. Mike was bent over a chair and John was holding his hips, pushing into him. Now Mike was being buggered, like I'd been, and by John. But while he was fucking Mike, John was watching Ray and me. I sensed that he had only taken Mike because I was currently claimed by Ray. 

I looked back at Ray and he was looking down at me with a grin.

"See what you started," he said, and then he took his cock in his hand and he guided it to the slightly loose knot of my anus and leaned down, pushing himself into me.

It was an incredibly vulnerable position, with my legs bent back over me and Ray facing me. He started to push his thick cock into me, stretching the muscle of my anus, and as I felt him sliding up inside me and filling me I winced, and choked back a sob. I was suddenly incredibly emotional. To be used like this, made to strip and then be arse-fucked and then shaved and arse-fucked again by my best friends - for some reason I felt a huge wave of emotion, neither sad nor happy, flow through me, and I was weeping as Ray started to fuck me, easing his giant length in and out of my by now stretched and capacious arsehole.

He looked at me and said softly, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I wept, "oh, God, just...just don't stop...oh, Ray...fuck me...oh Jesus..."

Ray didn't need encouragement. He seemed to go further and further into me with each stroke, filling my bowels and then almost drawing out of them, until I was so impaled on his thick meat that I felt sure his cock was going to come right up through my gut and out of my mouth. I clenched my teeth and breathed harshly, my eyes shut tight, wincing as Ray ploughed a furrow into my rectum, fucking me deeper and murmuring to me about how cute I was, how I was doing great, how I had a gorgeous ass and how good it felt to be fucking me. Every time he sank into me, his balls would touch my bare buttocks and I would groan at how intimately my friend was touching me.

If being fucked by Mike felt like being assaulted, being fucked by Ray felt like I was his fiancŽe. I found myself wondering dazedly what Dee would think of the fact that her husband-to-be had taken one of his best friends, made him strip naked, shaved all his hair off and then made him submit to being fucked up the ass. Then it occurred to me that Ray was so good at this that he must have practised on Dee more than once, and I had an image of her lying naked on her back moaning while Ray stuffed his cock up into her anus and it aroused me so much that I felt myself about to cum.

Ray could tell how aroused I was because my penis was rock hard, bouncing off my belly, and I was moaning loudly, "Oh! Oh God, yeah! Oh, please! Please! Jesus! Fuck my arse! Fuck my arse...ooohh!" He started thrashing in and out of me, really fast and strong, and he muttered, "Go on, Alex, go on, honey, cum for me, go on, you can do it, you can do it," and I clenched my teeth and went "EEEUNNNHH!" as I felt myself cumming over my belly and chest. I came so hard that some of my own cum splashed in my face; I hadn't done that since I was a teenager.

Ray growled, and he shoved his cock into me up to the hilt, and I felt his semen flooding my bowels and I choked back a sob. He hung his head, panting for breath. I squeezed his cock with the muscles of my arse, getting the last drops of Ray's spunk. He leaned down and kissed me hard, and I kissed him back, whimpering a little.

I felt totally sated; I had now been fucked by three men. But while I had had my own orgasm, and it had been tremendous, I still wanted to service the others, if they wanted me to. The pleasure of allowing myself to be used by them was something I wanted to go on feeling.

Ray pulled out of me and smiled at me where I lay on my back on the rug. 

"You're good," he said. "Nearly as good as Dee. Anyone would think you'd been practising."

"I've had a bit of practise tonight," I said breathlessly. He laughed and got up. 

I turned my head. Mike and John were on the couch now, with Mike between John's legs the way Ray had been between mine, and they were fucking slowly and steadily. John was still the only other one of us who was completely naked. Mike had pulled up his shorts since earlier, when John had been inside him.

"Paul?" said Ray. Paul was sitting at the table, drinking wine. "You want to take a turn?"

"I dunno," said Paul in a nervous voice.

I rolled onto my belly and smiled at Paul.

"You can do whatever you want," I said. "Anything."

Paul was a good friend but of all of us, he was probably the most inhibited - well, I was more so, but my inhibitions were taking a severe beating tonight. He looked at me and drank some wine. He was looking with longing at my naked body and I could tell that he wanted to do something to me; my hairlessness made me curiously unfamiliar, so that touching me or being intimate with me wouldn't be like touching Alex, his friend, but more like experimenting on a stranger.

"Anything?" he said.

I nodded and smiled.

"Can we not do it in here?" he said, glancing at Mike and John on the couch. 

"We don't have to," I assured him. Ray looked amused, and went into the kitchen. 

Paul got up and said in a tight voice, "Okay," and I got to my slightly unsteady feet and followed him out of the living room and up the stairs.

It was strange, now that I'd left the erotically charged atmosphere of the living room, to be walking naked around Paul's family's countryside house. I caught my pale pink reflection in a mirror as we passed the open door of one of the bedrooms, and I smiled to myself at how weird everything had got. A few hours ago I was a straight single guy, now I was the naked slut of my best friends.

Paul led me into a bedroom. He sat on the bed.

"This is Callie's bedroom," he said. I leaned against the doorframe, my arms folded, smiling. Callie was Paul's little sister. She was nineteen now, but we had all known her since she was in her early teens, and she had always been a teasing, flirtatious, sexy little pain in the arse. None of us had ever asked Callie for a date because we knew she'd just burst out laughing - being over 25, we were in her eyes practically senile. She was a flighty, funny, rude, long-legged, tomboyish sexpot who had been the focus of quite a few sexual fantasies over the years. She had once had a crush on me, which manifested itself as being especially rude to me, and ever since then I'd had a soft spot for her. 

Paul got off the bed and went over to the chest of drawers. He opened it and started rummaging through his sister's underwear. He produced a pale blue thong and held it out to me.

"Put it on," he said in a slightly abstracted tone. I guessed what he wanted from me. I smiled at him, and pulled on the thong; Callie was quite tall and I have fairly narrow hips, so it wasn't too bad a fit, although the thin rear strap pinched as it cleft my arse. I had to tuck my genitals inside the pouch.

Paul went through more of the drawers and found a dark blue t-shirt with the word BITCH on it, and a pair of highly abbreviated shorts. He also found a sunhat. He handed them all to me and I pulled on the t-shirt - it was tight across my chest - and then the shorts, which were extremely tight. I thought that the hat might be too small for my head but it turned out not to be. Callie had soft brown hair and I was now bald, and I supposed that the hat was more to conceal my smooth pink scalp than to represent something that Paul's sister would wear.

Dressed in Callie's clothes, I sat on the bed. Paul was staring at my body in his sister's clothes; he kept his eyes away from my face.

The erotic tension in the room was palpable. Here I was, one of Paul's closest male friends, and I was dressed as his teenage sister so that he could live out his most private sexual fantasy; he was trembling a little and sweating. 

"God, you're gorgeous," he muttered.

"Thanks," I said softly, raising the pitch of my voice a little, trying to feminise myself.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he said hoarsely and cleared his throat. I pulled up my knees and hugged them, smiling at him from under the brim of the hat.

"You're good-looking too, you know," I said.

"What are you doing right now," he said. It took me a while to figure the question out.

"I'm at home in bed," I said, finally.

"Are you sleeping?"

I tried to imagine Callie lying in bed in their house in the city. I decided I would spice it up a little.

"No," I said, "I'm touching myself."

Paul trembled some more. He sat on his shaking hands.

"Are you having a fantasy?" he said.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm imagining being fucked by a guy."

"What guy?" Paul said.

I paused, and said, "Ray."

"Do you want to fuck Ray?" he said.

"Yeah," I said, and I sidled a little closer to Paul, so he could feel the heat of my body. "I'm imagining being naked in bed with him and he's putting his cock in my pussy and fucking me hard."

"Do you like being fucked," said Paul in a thick voice.

"I looove it," I purred. "I love feeling a guy's hands on my tits and in between my legs."

"Have you ever imagined me fucking you," said Paul, staring at my limbs.

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sometimes."

"Have you imagined having my cock in your pussy," he said, his voice shaking.

"Yes," I whispered, bringing my lips close to his shoulder, reaching out to him. I wanted Paul to feel like he could do whatever he wanted to. I had never guessed that he felt this way about his sister but I wanted to help him work it out.

"You're a slut, Callie," he said tightly.

"Yes," I breathed, and my lips brushed against his shoulder.

"You're a dirty slut," he repeated. I felt a sort of pity for him, as he sat there in his t-shirt and shorts, burning with unrequited and forbidden lust for his cute younger sister.

"I love you," I whispered, and I leaned in to kiss him.

He grabbed me and shoved me on my back, pulling the hem of the t-shirt up. It was tight, and as my arms were lifted over my head it got stuck, still around my neck, covering my head and dislodging the floppy sunhat so that I couldn't see. I gasped. Paul cursed and tore at my shorts, hauling them halfway down over my hips. 

"Paul!" I exclaimed, my voice muffled by the t-shirt, "Wait! Hang on a sec!"

He ripped the shorts open and tore them down, then he flipped me over onto my belly and tore the thong off me. 

"You fucking bitch, Callie," he muttered, "you fucking slut, I'm gonna give it to you up your arse, you wait..."

"Oh no!" I cried, starting to feel scared. Paul had crossed the line, he was lost in his fantasy, this was no longer a mutual thing. He pulled my buttocks apart and spat on my anus and I moaned in horror. He shoved a finger into me, although he barely needed to, I had been buggered three times already and my ass was loose enough. I wriggled in his grip but he was strong. 

He pushed my face into the duvet, muffling my cries of protest, and then I felt him mount my hips and the hot helmet of his prick rubbing at the slippery cleft of my arse. Paul wanted to bugger his little sister and because he couldn't have her, he was going to do it to me instead. I had gone into this expecting it to be like the other times, but it wasn't. 

"Ohh, no, Paul, please!" I sobbed into the depths of the duvet, but then he grunted and he was shoving the stiff head of his penis into the socket of my arse and I went "AAAHH!" in agony. I sprawled nude underneath him on the bed as he forced himself into me and my stomach lurched as I felt him easing his entire length into my hole. Callie's shorts and thong were tangled around one ankle. Her t-shirt was still wrapped around my head, trapping my arms. Paul let my head up so that I could breathe and I sobbed "Oh, please, no, no, no, Paul, please, please don't," but he humped me violently and I moaned "UuunnNNHH!" as his meat tunnelled into my rectum. 

"Take me, you little bitch," he gasped, and I didn't know if he was talking to me or to Callie. "Say you like my cock in your arse. Say it." He reached around me and grabbed my own cock in his fist and pulled on it.

"OOOOH!" I squealed, my face contorted, as Paul kept on driving his member into my arse, and the t-shirt covering my face was getting damp with my tears.

"Say you like having my cock in your arse!" he rasped into my ear.

"I love it," I sobbed, "I love it, I love it...ooohh, please...please..."

Saying it made it seem more true. Paul groaned as he came into my rectum and I wept as my own cock responded with a weak spurt of cum. He kept on humping me for several seconds, forcing his dick into me, and I heard squelching noises as his cock slid in and out of my cum-sodden arsehole. I whimpered with shame and humiliation. He squeezed my naked bottom as he urged his prick into my arsehole one last time, then he pulled out of me and left me sprawled on my face, naked and sobbing. 

He got off the bed and left the room, and it was several minutes before I could pull myself together enough to roll over and sit up. I pulled the t-shirt off my head and sat on the bed, breathing heavily. 

So it had got out of hand. Nobody could have known that Paul had such dark fantasies about his sister; I wiped my eyes and reflected that it was better that he act them out on me, rather than her. I couldn't quite decide whether or not he had, technically speaking, raped me; I had followed him into the bedroom with the express intention of having sex with him. The sex itself had been of a character that I hadn't wanted and I had withdrawn my consent - hadn't I? Hadn't I asked him not to do it? I couldn't quite remember. In any case, he hadn't really been bum-fucking me, he'd been bum-fucking Callie. I had merely been her stand-in.

"You okay?" said a voice. I looked up; John was in the doorway, wearing his t-shirt and shorts, looking at me with concern. "I saw Paul come out," he added, by way of explanation. His eyes roved around the room and he saw Callie's clothes on the floor. He looked at me again and I felt myself about to go.

John came in and sat next to me on the bed and put his arms around me. I wept a little. He stroked me and soothed me and after a few minutes I felt better.

"Sorry," I muttered, wiping my eyes. "Such a strange night. Paul got a bit emotional."

"About Callie, was it?" John said. 

"Yeah," I said.

"He's always had a thing about her," John sighed. "I'm glad I'm not attracted to him. I wouldn't want to have to deal with all that baggage he carries around."

"It wasn't even that bad," I said. "I mean, I wanted him. But not that way. He wasn't doing it to me."

"You get used to it, sweetie," said John, and we smiled. "The number of married men I've shagged who were putting somebody else's face on my body, you wouldn't believe."

"I don't know if I'm gonna make a habit of this," I said. "I think this is maybe a one-night thing. Or maybe as long as we're here. I couldn't take the lifestyle."

"You'd be a sad loss," he said. "I've fancied you for years."

"I thought you had," I said with a smile. "I always like it when you flirt with me."

"Yeah, and it's a funny thing," he said. "I'm the only one here who really fancies you, and I haven't even had you."

"Hey, I sucked your cock," I protested, grinning and feeling my face go red. "I wouldn't have done that for anybody else."

He looked into my eyes, an amused expression on his face. Then he leaned forward and we kissed. The memory of what had happened with Paul was already fading. John touched my cock and I felt myself getting hard yet again.

"It's not too late, you know," I whispered as he tenderly kissed my neck.

"What's not," he murmured absently.

"We can still fuck. I mean, if you want to."

"You still up for it?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "I would have thought Paul would have put you off."

"Well...you might want to be gentle with me," I giggled.

John gave my penis a squeeze, and I gasped. I was quietly amazed at myself, so willing to let another man take me when I had never even fantasised about men before. And all John's experience was with men. 

"Can I sleep with you?" I asked. "In your bed?"

He chuckled. "Come on, then," he said, rising and holding out his hand.

I took it and he led me across the landing into his room. There was a king-size bed. I lay on it, on my back, and John shut the door and stripped off. He got on the bed and crawled up to me, looking down at me, and smiling.

"You've had the rest," he murmured. "Now have the best."

He took my face in his hands and began to kiss me, his tongue in my mouth, and he lay on top of me so that our cocks and balls were pressed together. At first I was surprised; the other guys had mostly just wanted to fuck my ass, and I'd assumed that was what they all wanted to do to me. But John was treating me not like a sex object, but like a lover. He was running his hands all over my body, and because I was so smooth and hairless it felt incredibly intense. I was already hard, but in only a few moments I was gasping with desire. He caressed my bald skull and his lips were all over my face. Then his hand was holding my cock and pulling on it gently and I sighed softly. John moved down my body and his lips closed around my cock and I moaned, "Ohh, Jesus," as he began to lick and suck me. None of the others had been even slightly interested in my cock; Paul had wanted to pretend that I wasn't even a man. 




The Holiday



He licked and kissed and encircled my cock with his tongue for many minutes, and then he was reaching under my ass and probing it with a finger, and I was dying for him to fuck me. His tongue was that of a virtuoso. He was making me feel kinds of pleasure I'd never dreamed of. He parted my thighs and put his face between them and licked me, his tongue dragging over my shaved perineum, and I whimpered, "Oh, Jesus, John, oh please, fuck me, please..."

"Hasty," he whispered, and he took my balls in his mouth and his tongue brushed them. "Oooh!" I sighed, my voice breaking slightly, and he pushed into my anus with a finger. I squirmed, desperate for him to enter me, to really fuck me, to really make me his the way the others had. He pushed at my buttocks a little and I eagerly rolled onto my stomach, but he merely parted them with his hands and dragged his tongue over my sticky anus, still smeared with other men's cum. I rubbed my face into the sheet and went "OOOH! Oh god! Oh yeah! Oh please, now, please, John, please..."

He kept doing it, licking my arse with his tongue, hauling on my cock, snuffling with his face between my naked buttocks, and then I felt his tongue pushing into me a little and I was so agonisingly horny I clenched my teeth and groaned "EEUUNNH!" into the sheet. I was practically weeping with desire. John seemed to be feeling it, too, for he moved up from my ass and his tongue stitched a line of kisses up my slender back until he was at long last mounted on my naked hips, his cock sliding easily between my greasy buttocks.

He kissed the back of my shaven head and I moaned as he slowly, sensuously worked his long thin beautiful cock into the tingling, pulsing socket of my arse. I lay on my belly, pierced by John's penis, and I wanted nothing else than to be there at that moment, feeling that. I was making indescribable noises as he eased his cock in and out of me, fucking me long and slow and hard and kissing my face as he did so and murmuring in my ear about what a fucking sexy bitch I was. I came, to my amazement, half-weeping and half-laughing beneath him, and he dabbled his fingers in my still-warm cum and smeared it over my face as I made guttural moans and slobbered onto the sheet. Then I felt him cumming deliciously inside me and I was wonderfully satisfied and content. 

He pulled out of me and got off me, and I curled up next to him and purred with pleasure. I was only then realising how exhausted I was. Apart from the fact that I'd had sex five times - which for me was totally unprecedented with anyone - it had been with men. The emotional intensity of it was more draining than the physical exertion. I had allowed them to turn me into a panting, whimpering ass-slut. 

"I don't know anything any more," I murmured sleepily as John cradled me in his arms.

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"I mean, am I straight, am I gay, who fucking knows. That was the most amazing night of my life. But I know that next time I walk down a street, I'm gonna be looking at the girls' asses, not the guys'."

"Hey, it's your choice, sweetie," he chuckled and patted my bald head. "Nobody's making you wear a boa and listen to disco. You work it out yourself. The rest of us had to."

I don't remember anything after that. I must have slept.



The Holiday



The Holiday

A Family Holiday In Cornwall

Jill CONWAY - aged 28 - gardener

Chris CONWAY - aged 26 - bank clerk

Tom ANDREWS - aged 24 - programmer

Anne ANDREWS - aged 22 - teacher

Anita JACKSON - aged 20 - shop assistant

Ray JACKSON - aged 20 - bus driver

Janey - aged 21 - barmaid

Brian ANDREWS - aged 47 - builder

Marion ANDREWS - aged 45 - shop manageress

Bill CONWAY - aged 50 - farmer

Sally CONWAY - aged 48 - farmers wife

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BEFORE THE HOLIDAY

It all started with a suggestion by Anne. Being a teacher, she had the extra time away from work to think of things like holidays. Contrary to popular belief, teachers have a lot of preparatory work to arrange in school breaks but it still left quite a bit of time for relaxing and recreation.

Anne was without a boyfriend at the moment. Two years ago when she was twenty she had had a very heavy romance with one of her college lecturers but he only wanted her when she was close at hand in college and as soon as she had got herself a full time teaching post twenty miles away he found another student in the next up and coming year. Between then and now Anne had only had a few short-term relationships. Her lecturer had taught her to enjoy sex so she needed a boost to her sex drive now and again and now was the time.

"Let's go down to the cottage for a couple of weeks," she suggested on the phone to her brother Tom. He was a couple of years older than Anne, an improving programmer with a large company in their own home town. 

Their parents had bought a cottage in Cornwall some years ago but hardly used it, preferring to go abroad for their main holidays. 'Cottage' was somewhat of a misnomer as it had four bedrooms, three bathrooms, living room, sitting room and a large kitchen. There was a large covered porch right across the front of the building. The house stood on an isolated bluff overlooking the sea, with a rough path leading down to a very nice beach. It was not a private beach but it was really only accessible from the cottage or from the sea.

Anne's suggestion sounded like a good idea and Tom was in favour if he could get the time off at such short notice. He loved his sister's company and he would always spend time with her. Two weeks at the sea would bring them closer and he felt a warm glow as he thought more about it. He would ask for the time off as soon as he got to work tomorrow morning. Tomorrow was Monday, Anne making her suggestion as she phoned the family home for her regular Sunday evening chat with parents and brother. She asked for, and received, permission to use the cottage.

Anne and Tom had always been close. On occasions when both were without partners they would go out together to the cinema or dining and dancing. They often held hands and kissed on the lips without crossing the line to the next step. They did notice however, on parting to their separate rooms at the end of these evenings that Anne would feel the damp between her thighs and Tom would find that he was at least half erect.

"I'm up for it if I can get the time. It shouldn't be too much of a problem; it's a bit slack at work at the moment. I'm thinking that two weeks with just the two of us might be a bit quiet. Why not invite others to join us? It's just crossed my mind that Jill and Chris might be free. What about asking them to come as well?"

Jill and Chris Conway were their cousins, the children of their mother's sister and her husband. Jill worked for a market gardener and never seemed to have any time off and her brother was a bank clerk. Neither seemed to be attached; Jill seemed to have a yearning for her boss who chased all girls, including her and Chris had a different girl every week. They were older than Anne and Tom, being twenty-eight and twenty-six respectively, but they had always got on famously when ever they met.

"That's a fantastic idea," replied Anne enthusiastically. "I'll call them now and see what they say. I bet Jill really could do with a break. I bet she's still mooning over her boss, the silly girl. I'll call you back to keep you up to date."

Tom put the phone down already feeling quite excited about the prospect. He loved being with Anne and cousins Chris and Jill were always great fun to be with. When he was growing up he had looked up to Chris, he being two years older and much taller had seemed much more experienced in the world. Chris had always tolerated his younger cousin in a laid back and friendly way. Tom now remembered that when he had stayed at Aunt Sally's she would put the six or seven-year-old boy in the same bed as his cousin Jill, presumably thinking that there was sufficient age difference for it not to matter. Jill had instigated an inspection of Tom's willy, fondling it and feeling all around his cock, balls and arsehole. Then she showed Tom her pussy crack and asked him to feel her up. The youth of the players made it quite safe as of course Tom could not get an erection at that age, never mind produce spunk. However, Jill put him on top of her and between them they managed to insert the soft willy inside her pussy and Tom's instincts were such that although he didn't have spunk he did manage a little pee inside that hot juicy crack. Jill had hugged him tightly to her body.

Tom noticed that even thinking about that fifteen year old incident had given him a hard on! Yes, it would be great to have the cousins along. He hoped that they were available and that Anne would be able to persuade them. He needn't have worried. The phone rang again.

"It's on," Anne shouted down the phone. "A week on Saturday. Jill and Chris will drive down direct to the cottage. They know the way. I'd forgotten that they have been there with Uncle Bill and Aunt Sally for a holiday. Isn't it great? Will you drive us down bruv? The forecast is great from next week on so I'm going to get brown all over!"

"All over?" laughed Tom. Anne went quiet and then she said softly.

"Well if it's hot enough it's certainly private enough."

"What about Jill and Chris?"

"They would be OK, I'm sure. If I'm the first to strip off and they don't leave then I bet they join in. I hope you'll support me though, bruv. Anyway, I've not seen your cock for years!"

"I didn't know that you've ever seen it!" answered Tom in surprise.

"Several times," giggled Anne down the phone. "You didn't keep your bedroom door closed all the time, you know!"

"Same for you, sister dear, a picture of your little blonde muff is engraved on my brain."

They disconnected, laughing and Tom thought that it was wonderful that they got on so well. Thinking of those fluffy blonde pubes had got him another stiffy.

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SATURDAY

So, at the end of the next week they found themselves driving down the little hidden track from the main road to the cottage at the end. There were no other houses on the lane, just gates leading into mainly fields of pasture.

They were all set. They had been to the supermarket in Truro and bought everything they thought that they might need, including the beer! Jill and Chris had promised to top up their supplies from home so, apart from going out to eat and using the local pub sometimes they should be almost self sufficient. No doubt something essential had been overlooked.

Anne had been quiet on the two-hour journey down and when Tom had enquired if she was OK she looked across at him and gently squeezed his arm.

"I feel fantastic. I'm so happy that I can't talk unless I spoil it. I'm looking forward to seeing Chris and Jill but most of all I'm thrilled to be spending two weeks with you. I do love you so much, brother mine!"

Tom kept his eyes on the road but he had reached across and squeezed Anne's nearest thigh, causing her to curl up close to him for the rest of the trip.

Now she got out of the car as Tom pulled up outside the gate to the cottage. The house itself was still hidden by a curving driveway hidden by bushes and shrubs.

"I'll leave the gate for the others," she shouted above the engine noise. "I'll walk from here."

Soon they were unloading their luggage and the groceries and booze. Tom naturally claimed his usual bedroom and Anne went into the room next door, the one that their parents normally used. It was on the corner and had the best view over the sea, the bay and the beach.

Anne was gazing out over the panorama as Tom came into the room.

"Isn't it wonderful?" he enthused as he slipped his arms around her waist as he looked at the view from over her shoulder.

"Magic" she said, "and this too." She turned in his arms, put her arms around Tom's neck and kissed him on the lips, opening them a little to allow her tongue to brush his mouth.

Surprised, Tom automatically opened his lips too and then felt Anne's tongue invade his mouth. He responded and suddenly they were tasting each other and pressing their bodies together. Then they broke apart, chests heaving and gazing into each other's eyes.

"Come on," said Tom eventually, taking Anne's hand. "Let's go down and get a beer and sit on the porch and wait for the others."

They had arrived at lunchtime so they prepared a snack of fresh crusty bread, cheese, ham and pickles. They ate the food and drank their beer sitting on the front porch, the southern sun shining on them as they relaxed.

Anne eventually stood and collected their plates.

"I'll just put these away," she said. "Do you want another beer? I'll bring them back if you do."

"Why not," replied Tom? "We are on holiday and we are going to do what we want for two whole weeks."

Anne disappeared into the house. After a minute or two Tom began to wonder where she had got to. Even allowing for the fact that the kitchen was at the back of the house it didn't take that long to bring two beers.

Then Anne was back and Tom took his beer from her proffered hand. Then he looked up to thank her and nearly dropped the bottle. Anne was now wearing a very short pair of white shorts and nothing else!

"Wow and double wow," exclaimed Tom, gazing in surprise at his beautiful sister. "Anne you look fantastic! Your body is so beautiful, all in proportion and so smooth and sexy. I'll have a job to stop staring at you."

"Feel free, brother dear, I am in need of a bit of love and admiration from somebody. I can't think of anybody else right now that I want to show my body off to. Do you really think I look good?"

Tom gazed his fill of his sister's beautiful young body. Anne was about five feet five with light brown wavy hair halfway down to her shoulders. She has clear blue eyes, a smallish soft looking nose with a generous mouth below. Her naked upper torso was a sight to behold; fairly broad smooth shoulders, which seemed to support her crowning glory, her breasts. These were of a generous size, with large light pink nipples at the centre of her aureoles, which were slightly darker. As Tom looked her nipples erected in the warm light breeze. Tom noticed that the navel in her flat tummy was pierced, showing a little diamond. In her shorts her legs looked long and smooth. In a quick flash of longing Tom wished that she were completely naked so that he could see her pussy.

Anne moved right in front of Tom and turned around. He admired her lovely broad back and her buttocks, firmly encased in her little tight shorts. Tom's cock stirred in his slacks.

"Well how do I look, Tom darling?" asked Anne again.

My God, sis, if you weren't my sister I'd be tearing those shorts off of you and examining you all over. I'd forgotten how fantastic your tits are and those nipples are stupendous."

Anne smiled happily and leaning down kissed Tom on the lips again. As she stood she cupped her breasts in both of her hands and rubbed her thumbs over her hard nipples, closing her eyes in pleasure at the sensation.

"Anyway, sis", said Tom, "I'm not complaining but won't Jill and Chris find it a bit of a shock to be greeted by your stupendous knockers as they walk round the corner of the house?"

"I've got a t-shirt just inside the hallway," said Anne. "We will hear their car arrive and I will have plenty of time to get it. I meant what I said though before we left home Tom. I'm going to get some tan all over on this holiday, just see if I don't!"

"All right, just be diplomatic about whipping all your kit off, won't you. What time do you think that they will get here? It's a bit further for them."

"When I spoke to Chris on Thursday he said he expected to be with us about five. There is enough lunch left for them to have a snack and then I suggest we go down to the pub for a meal later. I'll phone them to see what time is 'last orders' for meals. OK?"

"Fine," answered Tom, looking frankly at his sisters' breasts, "your organisational skills are showing through. A bit like your panties in your shorts!"

Anne aimed a playful smack at his head, causing her breasts to wobble magnificently. She then spread herself on her back on one of the loungers and closed her eyes.

"Wake me when they arrive," she said.

Tom took off his shirt, closed his eyes too and they both soon fell asleep. The journey, the lunch and the beer had made them both drowsy.

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"Wow, oh wow, come and look at this!"

A male voice simultaneously intruded into their slumbers, making them both wake and sit up sharply. The male figure to which the voice belonged was joined by a female and were recognised as Tom and Anne's cousins, Chris and Jill Conway.

Anne, realising that her plan to grab her t-shirt was a non-starter, accepted the situation and didn't try to cover her breasts to save her modesty. They both stood up to greet their cousins.

"We must have dropped off to sleep and not heard you arrive," Anne explained. "Tom was supposed to warn me so that I could get my t-shirt from the hallway but the prat fell asleep as well."

Anne gave Jill a big hug and kissed her and then, after a moment's hesitation, gave a Chris a big hug too. Tom hugged and kissed Jill and shook Chris's hand.

"Welcome you guys," Tom said. "Glad you made it OK and in good time. We got here about lunchtime. There is some bread, cheese and pickles as a snack for you and then we'll go down to the pub for a meal later if that's OK by you?"

"No problem," replied Chris, "we are in your hands. We are just so pleased to have been invited. It's a wonderful spot here and the forecast for the next two weeks is for fine, dry, and hot weather. So let's just relax and have a great time together."

"That's what we intend to do," grinned Tom. "The reason that Anne is topless is that she intends to get tanned all over on this holiday; that's what she told me before we left anyway."

The cousins had not met all together for a couple of years and now Tom refreshed his memory. Jill, the eldest at twenty-eight, was tall, about five feet nine, with longish blonde hair down to her shoulders, bright blue eyes and a generous wide mouth with full lips. Her body attracted Tom's attention, being full of breast and hip but with a well-defined waist. She was conventionally dressed in white blouse and navy blue flared skirt.

Chris, twenty-six, was in a blue and white polo shirt and green slacks, his boyish face now slightly disfigured by his broken nose, a rugby injury, but this only gave him a devil may care look. Tom thought he detected a bulge in his slacks, probably occasioned by his sight of Anne's breasts.

Anne had slipped into the house, and now returned wearing the t-shirt from the hallway, her nipples thrusting into the thin cotton.

"I'll show you to your rooms and then I'll phone the pub to see if we have to book a table for tonight."

Tom accompanied them all up the stairs and followed them to their adjoining rooms. They were delighted. Anne took Chris off to look at the view from her room, leaving Jill and Tom alone together. Tom realised he had not been alone with Jill for a number of years.

"I've really been looking forward to seeing you again, and Chris of course. We don't see enough of each other these days and I always enjoyed being with you. I used to think you were like a big sister, looking after me whenever we met. You were always so pretty, a younger version of your mother."

Jill looked at Tom with a loving expression on her face. She stepped to him and put her arms around him and kissed him again, this time on the lips. Tom lightly flicked his tongue across her lips. Jill pulled back and looked into Tom's eyes and then kissed him again, this time with her mouth open a little, inviting his tongue. As he slipped his tongue into her mouth she reciprocated and their tongues softly entwined.

They stepped back with their arms still around each other's waists and gazed at one another.

"This is going to be an interesting holiday, don't you think?" smiled Jill.

"I hope so," replied Tom, "I really hope so."

"Come on you two," called Anne through the open door, "Chris and I are going downstairs for another beer. Come on!"

"I'm just going to change quickly," said Jill to Tom. "You go on down, I won't be a minute." She put two fingers of her right hand to his lips and smiled again.

Tom reached the ground floor just as Anne and Chris came out of the kitchen with four bottles of beer. Tom noted that they were each carrying two bottles in one hand and holding hands with their remaining hand. Anne's nipples were still thrusting at the thin cotton of her pale blue plain t-shirt.

They went outside and sat down on the sun loungers. Again, Anne sat close to Chris on an adjoining lounger. Then Jill appeared and they all stared at her as she took a bottle from her brother.

Jill had changed into khaki shorts and a red t-shirt with 'Marstons Pedigree' written across it in white script. She was wearing no bra as evidenced by her hard nipples showing through the cotton. Tom's cock joined Chris's in stirring at the sight of their respective female cousins chests.

"Well," laughed Jill, "I agree with Anne. I am going to get an all over tan if the weather holds as forecast. I shall start in the morning though as we will have to eat in a minute then we shall be going out later. I for one am going to wear as little as possible without offending anyone for this whole fortnight. Even working outside as I do I'm still very pale over most of my body. Look!"

Jill lifted her t-shirt to show her upper body, revealing mostly pale skin with a light tan on her midriff and shoulders. The boys were gobsmacked though by the sight of Jill's breasts. These were big, probably thirty-six's, very round and firm with hard prominent nipples and small aureoles.

"There, you see what I mean," Jill exclaimed.

"Those breasts are gorgeous," gasped Tom, his cock openly twitching.

"Aren't they just," agreed Chris as he changed his position so that he could adjust his cock in his slacks.

The girls both noticed the boy's bulges and laughed. Anne stood and moved beside Jill and lifted her shirt. Chris and Tom's cock's hardened even more at the sight of two pairs of magnificent breasts.

"That's all the showings until tomorrow boys," said Jill as she dropped her shirt and Anne followed her example.

"Can I just say one thing before Chris and Jill get something to eat," said Anne. I'm going naked from tomorrow but I don't want you guys to get embarrassed. If you get a hard on through looking at us then that's OK by me. I'm sure you've both fucked girls so you've had a hard on then and it's just the same with our bodies. When you get used to us then us girls might have to work a bit harder to see an erection. Is that all right by you both?"

"I second all of that," agreed Jill, looking more at Tom than at her brother. Tom had already seen that Anne had been looking exclusively at Chris when she had spoken.

Chris and Jill went to the kitchen for their snack. Anne crossed to Tom and sat beside him, kissed him on the lips with mouth slightly open.




The Holiday



"I fancy him still," she whispered. "Do you fancy Jill?"

Tom nodded. "Always have done, almost as much as I fancy you."

Anne smiled into Tom's eyes, squeezed his semi-hard cock through his slacks and kissed him again.

"Now we both know where we stand, don't we. This is going to be a fantastic fucking holiday, I can feel it."

In the kitchen Chris kissed Jill on the lips with his mouth slightly open. She responded in kind and they wet the others lips with their tongues.

"I still fancy him," breathed Jill.

"I've really got the hots for Anne too, nearly as much as I have for you."

They smiled at each other and kissed again before returning outside.

---------ooOOOoo---------

After Jill and Chris had finished their snack they all went upstairs to have a shower and change for going out later. Anne had phoned the 'Black Duck', the local pub down the road and found out that bookings for a table were only necessary at weekends. Today being a Friday she reserved a table at the latest time, nine thirty.

Three bathrooms into four people don't go so Anne invited Jill to share the en suite to her room. Jill threw off her clothes, put on a robe and grabbed a towel then sped down the landing passage to Anne's room.

Anne was already in the shower. She heard Jill come in and called out to her.

"Come and join me Jill, this is a big shower cubicle. There's plenty of room for two!"

Jill dropped her robe and stepped into the shower. The girls studied each other under the hot water jet. Their breasts they had already seen of course but they both admired each other again, letting their gaze drift downwards to their pubic muffs. Their pubes matched their hair, Jill having a fluffy blonde thatch and Anne a trimmed light brown patch with her pussy lips showing through.

"I think you are so beautiful," said Anne. "Can I touch you?"

"Of course you can," replied Jill, taking Anne's hands and placing them on to her breasts. "I think you are very beautiful too. Don't we have lovely tits? I've just got to touch yours."

The lovely cousins fondled each other lovingly, feeling their juices gather down below. Their hands wandered and eventually reached their pussies with both inserting a finger into their respective cracks. They sighed and then they naturally kissed as their caresses grew more intense.

"We have two weeks," gasped Jill into Anne's mouth. "Let's save something for another day. By the way, do you fancy my brother?"

Anne giggled and said, "I always have but we are cousins. Do you think he would make a play for me? We aren't supposed to do it together though, are we?"

"I don't have a problem with that," replied Jill. "I've always fancied Tom and if he touches me I shall be over the moon. He's given me a lovely kiss already. I'll tell you a little story about him and me one day while we're here." Jill then took Anne's head in her hands and stared into her eyes. "I'll tell you something else as well, just between you and me, I'm going to fulfil a lifetime ambition this fortnight. I'm going to fuck my brother; I love him so much."

Anne gasped at Jill. "Ohhh, Jill darling, that's wonderful. I want Tom to fuck me so much; I do love him so. Let's get them both shall we? Just between the four of us; it will be a great fucking holiday."

The agreement was made.

They eventually made their way to the 'Black Duck'. After a few beers they ate steaks and consumed a reasonable inexpensive bottle of red wine. They then made their slightly uneven way back to the cottage. It was a lovely evening, mild and clear, so they sat outside on the terrace having a nightcap. Tom had found a bottle of his father's brandy so they broached that as they chatted, still catching up on the news from both families.

"I'm going to bed," said Jill with a yawn. "It's been a long day with the excitement and the travelling and all. I'm really looking forward tomorrow now."

She bent down and lingeringly kissed Tom on the lips, brushing her tongue over him as she did so. Then she repeated the action with her brother, this time briefly thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

Anne stood. "I'm off too, I'm bushed." She kissed Chris with an open mouth and then licked all around Tom's mouth as she kissed him too. "Nighty night, you horny boys. See you in the morning."

Tom looked at Chris and Chris looked at Tom.

"I think that calls for another brandy," said Tom. "I don't know about you Chris, but our sisters seemed to be sending us silent messages, don't you think? What do you make of it?"

"I suggest we leave it to them. I think they know what they want, I'll go along with it as it's all in the family, isn't it?"

They drank to that.

---------ooOOOoo---------

SUNDAY

Tom was awakened the next morning by the curtains being drawn back to let in a brilliant early morning sunshine. Furthermore his single sheet covering him was drawn violently back. Tom always slept naked.

He blinked his eyes, trying to focus on the intruder. He grumbled at the intrusion and tried to focus. Then he did! Anne was standing in front of him, stark beautifully nude, the nipples on her generous breasts erect and even the fluff on her pubes seemed to be stiff too. Tom was, of course, already stiff with his early morning erection. Anne was staring at it.

As Anne silently gazed at his tool Tom remembered Anne's holiday plan. The all over tan! My God, his sister was beautiful. He wanted to touch her, all over. His cock hardened up another notch. Anne saw it and her hands twitched towards his cock, now beginning to speak.

"Come on lazybones, time to get up. I see a part of you is up already though. That's lovely Tom, and so big too!" Her voice softened, "Can I have a little feel darling. I haven't touched a hard cock for ages and I need to touch you."

"As long as you know what you are doing, baby sister, I can live with it. I shall probably shoot off straight away with the excitement of it all. It's a good job we are both naked, isn't it? My cum can go anywhere we like."

Anne reached out and grasped Tom's cock, wrapping her little fingers around it but failing to fully encircle it, such was Tom's girth. She stepped closer and sat on the edge of the bed. She bent down and kissed the head of his cock and started to pump her hand up and down his shaft. Tom moaned with pleasure, feeling his cum begin to gather.

"I've always wanted to do this, and more, with you Tom my darling. Don't worry; I'm not worried about us. We have always loved each other and we always will. Now, I'm just going to relieve your pressure so that you won't keep getting a hard on when you see Jill naked. If you shoot spunk on me I won't be washing it off; the others can see me wearing it as a trophy.

Anne had carried on wanking Tom as she spoke and now he groaned as he felt his cum thrust itself up his shaft. She felt it too and fell forward on to his belly as he shot his load. She pumped him hard and ejected shots and shots of hot white spunk all over his belly and her breasts. As he finished she turned her head and licked his remainder from his knob end.

After a moment of two she lifted her head and kissed him, open mouthed and spunky. He returned her kiss with relish and then sucked his spunk off her hard nipples. His cock had hardly shrunk at all. Anne stood and pulled him off the bed.

"Come on, let's go downstairs. Are you going to go naked too?"

"Looks like I'll have to join the gang, doesn't it?" he laughed. "I'll have to take a shirt and shorts downstairs though. Chris and I will have to fetch bread and milk and such every morning so one of us will need clothes or we will be arrested in the village street. It's my turn this morning, we agreed it last night."

They went downstairs, made some coffee and took it out on to the porch to greet the sunshine. The sea glistened in the sun, the gulls screamed and whirled overhead and the breeze was gentle and warm. All seemed right with the world. Tom put his arm around Anne's shoulders with his hand hanging down to stroke an erect nipple. Anne gently held his cock, which was still long, thick and half erect.

"I want this in me soon," she whispered.

"Loving brother and sister, I see," a naked Jill appeared through the door. "Oh good, coffee, I'll go and get a cup."

Tom and Anne parted and sat in a lounger each. Jill returned with her coffee and sat down too, on the other side of Tom. She regarded her cum splattered cousins with interest.

"I see that there has been some action already," she smiled. "Nice one, I like that. I expect Chris will have got rid of his by now. I heard him in the shower as I came by."

"You should have got in with him," laughed Anne. "He could have got rid of it with you."

"Got rid of what?" The voice and then Chris appeared in the doorway. He too was naked, showing his thick hairy chest and belly and with his thick but soft prick hanging down between his legs. Then as he saw the girls' turn to look at him his cock stirred. The girls both looked.

"Spunk," they said in unison and giggled together, their big breasts shaking with their laughter.

Chris fetched a coffee cup and stood by them, next to Jill, looking out over the bay. His cock was a little stiffer now. "Marvellous, bloody marvellous," he said, looking at the view.

"Yes, isn't it," agreed Jill, taking his cock in her hand and beginning to stroke him. Chris's cock erected itself to its full potential. He turned to face his sister.

"Anne has already frigged Tom," she said. "Look at their chests. I want the same trophy, little brother. Come on, do your worst!"

Chris looked across at Anne and Tom and saw their cum splattered torso's, the cum on Anne's tits showing sticky close by her hard nipples. He thrust his cock into Jill's hand faster and harder, his buttocks pumping with the effort. Then he thrust his head back and closed his eyes.

"Yes sis, yes. Don't stop, keep going! Fucking hell, I'm going to shoot my load in a minute. That's fucking marvellous. Yess, yesss, yesss!"

Tom's cock was hard again. Anne was watching with her mouth open. Then she moved over to Jill and Chris. Jill's hand speeded up and suddenly a great gout of spunk shot from Chris's cock and landed on her breasts. She gasped and pumped some more, squirting her brother's spunk all over her cousin so that she had a sample of both men's semen on her body.

Jill let go of her brothers' cock as it began to shrink. Anne stepped into Chris's arms and rubbed her sticky breasts all over his chest as she kissed him lovingly.

"Good morning, cousin darling," she murmured.

"Good morning, Tom darling," whispered Jill as she thrust her sticky breasts into his chest as she treated him to a loving kiss.

---------ooOOOoo---------

They decided to breakfast outside. Tom was despatched, suitably clothed, to the village for bread, fresh milk and any other goodies he thought appropriate. He soon returned with croissants and hot rolls with doughnuts and cakes for later.

Tom stripped off as soon as he returned from the shops, his tool beginning to grow.

After breakfast the girls started their tanning in earnest. Chris and Tom watched as they anointed themselves and each other all over with sun blocker, even down into places where the sun couldn't reach. The soft purring noises they made were evidence enough that they were enjoying each other's caresses.

Tom and Chris were admiring the view again, both the panorama and the flesh. As they gazed out into the bay they agreed that they would go down to the beach later. Tom said he fancied a swim in the sea.

"Make sure you get Jill to come down," said Chris. "She loves the sea but can't swim very much."

All this talking about and watching water made Tom want to piss. He was about to go inside to the toilet when he thought "what for?" He was naked and outside and private apart from the others. He moved a little to the garden hedgerow and started his piss, shooting it into the foliage.

"Hey, let's see it!" shouted his sister. "I like watching you pee."

Tom grinned and turned. His stream jetted towards Anne, falling about six feet from her. She watched fascinated as his hot piss squirted out of his little pee hole in the end of his prick. Jill raised herself to watch too, smiling at Tom as he finished.

"I'm going to get nearer next time," squealed Anne in excitement.

They settled down in the sunshine, idly chatting away as the sun began to do its work. The girls had magazines too and Tom and Chris went upstairs to fetch their books. About eleven o'clock they started on the beer and then it was time for the beach.

It was decided that the beach was likely to remain deserted so they would go naked. If they did meet anyone they would tell them that it was a nudist beach but that the signs had been washed away. Footwear was allowed in order to negotiate the steep and rocky path. It was warm enough not to take towels.

Tom led the way with Jill behind him followed by Anne and finally Chris. About halfway down Jill spoke.

"Damn, I forgot to go to the loo before we left. I need to pee."

"Don't worry," said Tom, "we're all friends and naked too. Go stand on that rock over there and have your pee. Go on, give us a show."

"Oh dear, I've never done anything like that before," said Jill. "I'll have to go though, I can't hold it any longer."

She left the path, stood on the rock and tried to pee. After she had relaxed enough her golden stream jetted out of her crack, glistening in the sun. She had a lot too and Tom felt quite turned on.

Then Anne said she wanted to go too and repeated Jill's show. Jill had returned to Tom and stood holding his hand.

"It's rather horny, isn't it," she said softly. "When you did it earlier I wanted to come and touch you. Is that weird of me?"

Tom kissed her. "It's not weird if two people find it suits them. I'm OK with it so you do what you want to next time you see me taking a piss. OK?"

Jill kissed him back, harder and Tom nearly fell off the path. He had to grab on to Jill to keep from falling.

"Keep on doing that as often as you can, Tom darling," she gasped. "I just love your cock pressing into my belly. And my cunt," she added quickly, giving his cock a squeeze.

"Hurry up you two," shouted Chris. "You're blocking the path."

"Yes," added Anne, " no fucking on the cliff path, it's dangerous."

Once on the beach they dashed for the sea. The water was only about fifty yards from the bottom of the cliff so they were there in a matter of seconds. They went straight into the water, shouting and screaming at the chill of the water compared to the heat of the sun.

All except Jill were good swimmers and they were soon out in the deep. One of the main reasons that Tom and Anne's parents had bought the cottage was that the bay was very safe for bathers. Jill went in as deep as she dared but she was pleased when Chris swam back to her.

"All right sis?" he asked as he stopped in front of her, dropping his feet and clasping her to his broad chest. "Do you like all this nudity?"

"It's lovely but I want to keep playing with yours and Tom's cock. It's great to have them always to hand, so to speak."

So saying, she took hold of her brothers' prick, surprised to find it at least half erect. Chris in turn stroked his hands all the way down her back and cupped her buttocks. Jill squealed and gripped her legs around his waist. He slid one hand between her legs from behind and began to finger her pussy and arsehole. Jill gripped him tight with her free arm, not letting go of his cock.

"If we were doing this on dry land," growled Chris, "I would lower your cunt right on to my cock and shag you standing up."

"Oh yes please Chris darling. I want it that way. I want it every way from you. You are going to fuck me on this holiday, aren't you? Please say you will. I won't tell anyone about it."

"You just try and stop me. I'm going to fuck Anne first though, probably later today or this evening. How are you getting on with your seduction of Tom?"

"Seduction? He's as horny as you are. If not more so! I've got to have his cock and his spunk in me soon. My pussy keeps dripping juices in anticipation."

Just then the others rejoined them and they waded out of the sea, agreeing that they would come down and swim each morning at about the same time.

They reached the water's edge and turned to face the sea. Jill still had a hold of Chris's cock and it began to get hard. Then she noticed that Anne was fondling her brother's prick and that Tom was pretty much hard. The girls looked at each other.

"Swap?" they both asked simultaneously and laughed.

With that they swapped over cocks and began to lead their respective cousins towards the cliff path.

Halfway up the path Chris complained that he couldn't get fully hard because he was now, at last, dying for a piss. So Anne stood behind him with her arms around his hips and pointed his cock over the edge as he had a long and satisfying piss. Tom and Jill spent the time kissing, Jill wanking him up to a close finish as he thrust two fingers faster and faster up her fanny.

Back at the cottage the beers were very welcome; in fact they had a few before making themselves lunch. They put the table out by the top of the cliff. Their beer made its way through their bodies so as the need arose they pissed as they ate.

No sooner had they picked up their books and magazines they all fell into a delightful afternoon post beer snooze.

---------ooOOOoo---------

Anne awoke first, lazily and slowly gazing around as she took in the scene around her. She still felt slightly strange being naked but was very comfortable with it. The sun had gone from warm to hot; her skin was warm to the touch and she felt decidedly horny. As she looked around her fingers crept down to her pussy.

Her brother lay on the sun lounger next to her. His back was already a few shades browner than this morning and his rounded buttocks had gone quite a bright pink. She hoped he wouldn't burn. As she stood she could see that his chest was a similar colour to his back. His cock was beautiful she thought, all thick and long, resting on his thigh. Her fingertips were now wet from her pussy.

Jill was laid on her back, fast asleep with her legs apart. What a beautiful sight, thought her cousin, her pussy lips parted to show her clit and the deep crack below. Anne would have loved to lick Jill deep into her cunny and take the prominent clitty into her mouth and suck it. She made more juice. Her subconscious had already registered the image of her cousin Chris.

Chris was also asleep on his back, his hairy chest already turning brown. Below his waist he was quite pale, with his long tool resting along his right thigh. As Anne moved towards him he moaned slightly and she watched in wonderment as his cock stiffened slightly, enough to make it swing upwards and lie on his belly, the tip just reaching his belly button. My, thought Anne, that's long.

Anne couldn't resist. She threw her leg astride Chris's sun lounger and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered herself until she sat on Chris's belly with his prick resting in the crack of her, by now, very juicy pussy. She gradually let her full weight rest on him. She gently touched the leaking end of his tool.

Chris's eyes opened on to a gorgeous girl sitting on him, her generous breasts in full view, with his cock being anointed by her pussy crack and as he looked she raised her finger to her mouth and sucked his juice into her mouth. She then put her fingers to her lips to signify silence.

"Don't wake the others," Anne whispered. "How does that feel?"

Feel! Chris's cock had gone ramrod hard in about two seconds. He gasped with lustful pleasure.

"You know what you're doing, don't you? I want you Anne, like I've never wanted any other woman before. God, you're so beautiful. I don't think I can keep my hands off you for a moment longer!"




The Holiday



Anne lifted herself off Chris's body and took his hand to help him to his feet. As he stood erect his erection throbbed and bounced before her. She took a firm grip on his cock.

"Come with me and I'll give you some relief," she whispered.

They climbed the couple of steps on to the terrace and went indoors, glancing back at the sleeping cousins as they did so. The sleepers did not stir.

Anne led the way upstairs and pulled Chris into her room. She closed the door and turned into his arms. They embraced and kissed deeply, Chris trying his hardest to get his tongue down Anne's throat. She in turn sucked hard on his tongue while jerking his cock fiercely. They broke the kiss, chests heaving against one another, nipples hard and almost scratching their skins. They hugged each other again.

"Anne darling, I want you," Chris gasped. "I don't care about the relations thing."

"I want you too Chris," Anne wailed. "Don't let's do anything else, just fuck me with your lovely long hard cock. Do it now darling!"

They fell on to the bed and quickly Chris was on top of Anne. Her legs jerked open wide and she grabbed hold of his cock again and fed it into her molten hole. Chris moaned and thrust, his cock rammed deep into her and he began to fuck her hard.

"Oh yes Chris, oh yes! Fuck me hard, make me come! I want to come all over your cock. I don't ever want to stop coming. Oh God that's so good, that's fantastic. Keep on going hard. Oh my God, I'm coming sooooon!"

Chris said nothing. He just gritted his teeth as he rammed in and out of Anne's hot tight pussy. He wanted to hold on as long as possible but he wanted desperately to fill her cunt with his spunk. His balls were telling him the consignment was ready and that they wanted to deliver. Anne helped him out.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fucking Hell I'm coming," she howled. "Yes, yess, yesss. Arghhhhhh. Yesss, all over your fucking cock."

Chris shot his load into Anne's boiling hot cunt, into her hot cum juicy passage. He spurted and spurted; his cock was out of control. He couldn't tell if he would ever stop shooting. He had never felt so exhilarated, so out of his mind with passion.

Anne was still making juice. Chris could feel her spurting too. They were leaking copiously from her cunt. Their bellies, thighs and whole genital areas were sopping wet and still they kept thrusting at one another.

---------ooOOOoo---------

Down in the area in front of the porch the noise of violent lovemaking had wakened Jill and Tom. She had heard it first of all and as soon as she had identified what was going on she smiled and got to her feet. Tom woke as she got to his side and he gazed up at her with a questioning look.

Jill took his hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Your sister is getting fucked, she says," smiling at him. "I fancy getting fucked too. How about it?"

They embraced fiercely, lips and tongues fighting each other. Jill pressed her lovely tits against Tom's wide chest and rolled her flesh against him. Tom moaned and thrust his thick hard member at her pussy.

"Let's fuck too. Do you want to go up to bed?"

Jill ground her pussy against Tom's cock. "No, fuck me right here. Then you can fuck me on the sofa in the lounge and then in your bed. After that, you can fuck me in the shower!"

Jill released Tom and lay down on a lounger with her legs wide open. She crooked a finger at him and then pointed to her open crack. Tom needed no further invitation. He positioned himself above Jill, supporting himself on hands and knees and lowered himself until the tip of his tool was touching her cunt just at her clit. Jill grabbed it and fed him into her waiting hole. As his cock slid all the way inside her he dropped his body on to hers.

"Ohhhhh, yesss," Jill sobbed, "If you only knew how long I've waited for this. Every time I think of you my cunny goes all squishy. Now it's squishy because your cock is in me at last. Christ, you're big! Love me Tom! Give me big long slow thrusts and then let me have all the spunk you can find. Fill me up with your love juice."

Tom set to work with a will. He couldn't believe that his cock was deep inside his cousin at last. The feeling all the way along his tool was incredible. He buried his head into Jill's lovely big tits and she in turn bunched them together and thrust them at him. He sucked furiously and nibbled hard on her nipples, making them soaking wet with his saliva.

"Ohhhh Tom, that's soooo wonderful," Jill moaned. "I'm going to come in a minute. I feel so juicy. I'm so wet that if your cock wasn't so big I might not feel it. God, just listen to those two upstairs!"

The sound of more noisy lovemaking came from the window upstairs. Words such as "fuck me", "I'm coming" and "Oh my God, what a lot" came through loud and clear.

"Forget them," grunted Tom as he thrust hard into Jill. "Let us have a real good fuck and then we can compare notes afterwards. Christ Jill, your cunny feels so juicy and hot, I'm going to fill you soon."

"Soon please Tom, soon," panted Jill. She shifted her grip lower and pulled hard on his arse. Then she moved her fingers into his crack and caressed his arsehole. Tom gasped and pumped harder.

"Any second now Jill darling. You touched my trigger spot there. Are you ready for a good spurting?"

"Ohhh yessss pleeeease Tom darling. Give it to me! I'm coming tooooo! Oh my God, yess, yesss, yesssss. Owwwwwwww!!"

Tom let go a huge hot shot of spunk. Jill spurted too, making a tremendous amount of juice that escaped from her vagina in a small flood. Tom reacted by coming again and again in giant spurts of hot thick spunk. Like their cousins upstairs, they were drenched in their combined juices.

They wound down and stopped. Tom was still embedded in Jill's soaking pussy, his cock still stiff and ready for action. He couldn't believe that he was still hard. He nuzzled at Jill's nipples. They were still rock hard; his cousin was still aroused! They kissed again, this time wet and softly.

"Tom darling," whispered Jill.

"Mmmmn".

"Do you remember what you said on the cliff? About peeing, I mean? I ..I er, want to go now but I don't want you to take your cock out of me while it's so lovely and hard. What shall I do?"

Tom kissed her and said, "there's only one thing to do, isn't there? Just let it go! Can you do it with my cock inside you?"

"I don't know," giggled Jill, sending cock-stiffening sensations along Tom's cock. "Kiss me again and we'll see."

They kissed again and Jill relaxed around the luxury of a thick hard cock inside her. Her pee started to flow. Tom felt it hot around his prick and pushed into Jill slightly. She moaned and gushed, her pee now overflowing them both. Tom pulled out of her cunt and watched, fascinated, as her pee squirted up and on to his belly. As the stream began to die away he replaced his tool into her crack and pushed in deep again.

"How do you feel now?" he asked her.

"That was incredible," Jill moaned. "It's turned me on. I definitely want you to fuck me again now. What did you think of it?"

"It turned me on too," admitted Tom. "That's why I wanted to look at it. I mean, I saw you do it on the cliff this morning and that was horny but doing it on my cock is ....is ....is wonderful! I want you to do it again, and soon."

"Oh I will darling Tom, I will. It turned me on so too! Gosh, you are still so hard. Are you going to do me again?"

"In a minute," said Tom. "You said you wanted the sofa and the sofa it will be. Come on!"

Tom slid out of Jill's cunt and pulled her to her feet. He then picked her up and carried her into the house and then into the sitting room. He dropped her on to the sofa, knelt down, opened her legs and presented his cock to the entrance of her cunt. He wasn't up to full stretch at that moment.

"Get me hard again sweetheart and then I'll fuck you again."

Jill took hold of his soggy tool and frigged him quickly. Cum juice, pee and sperm were still leaking from her crack as she pushed his now hard cock into her hole, plugging it completely closed.

"That's lovely Tom," she whispered. "Fuck me again, just like last time. Long and hard, that's just how I like it."

Tom took a firm grip on Jill's tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples and started to shaft his cock in and out of Jill's hot soggy passage. She in turn pulled him in tight to her, gripping his buttocks firmly.

Tom knew he wouldn't last long at this rate but he was determined that Jill would climax again first. He took one hand from her breasts and reached down between their bodies until he found her clit.

"Ohhh, you bastard boy," Jill whimpered. "You'll make me come like that."

"That's the idea," said Tom as he speeded up his thrusts into her cunt.

---------ooOOOoo---------

Upstairs Anne had got out of bed and gone to look out of the window.

"They've gone," she said. "I can't see them so they must be inside. Hey look at that puddle just off the end of the lounger Tom was lying on! One of them has had a big pee!"

Chris came to the window and peered out too. He stood behind Anne and put his arms around her, grasping a large breast in each hand. He ground his long cock, now stiffening again, into her bum crack.

"I bet they're screwing somewhere," he guessed. "Jill's really got the hots for your brother. They're probably in the lounge. Oh my God Anne, I want you again; can you feel my stiffy?"

"I certainly can," replied Anne, grinding her bum back on to his cock. "It feels even longer from this angle. Wait a sec.!"

Anne leaned forward on to the windowsill. The upstairs windowsills in this old house were quite close to the floor, resulting in Anne's bum sticking up higher than her head. She reached back between her wide spread legs and gently pulled Chris's tool through the gap and rubbed his knob end up and down the lips of her crack. Her juices flowed wetly and his cock leaked juices too.

"There," she said, "that's just right. Go on Chris darling, shove it in and fuck me hard again. Make lots more spunk for my pussy!"

Chris pushed and his engine slid smoothly into her. He grasped her hips and pulled. His cock reached all the way to the hilt, stroking Anne's cervix and threatening to breach the entrance to her womb. He stopped, embedded as deep as he could go.

"How's that darling?" he gasped.

Anne breathed deeply and gripped his cock with her cunt muscles. "That is just fucking marvellous Chris. Your cock is so stiff and long." She adjusted her stance more firmly and pushed back on to his cock. She took his hands and moved them to grasp her breasts again.

"Right," she ordered, "start fucking me and don't stop, just shoot your load into me. I'm sure I'll come as soon as I feel your spunk!"

Chris complied with the order and soon got into a steady rhythm. He loved Anne's juicy passage so much that he soon felt his spunk beginning to collect, ready for deluging her cunt. Anne too began to make loud noises as she increased the speed and strength of her lunges at him.

"Yesss, Chris, yesss. Shoot your fucking load; I'm ready for it. I'm going to come all over your cock any second. Shoot it darling, shoot!"

Chris fired, he couldn't hold back anyway. He still had a good load of sperms for her, hot sticky squirts of cum shooting into Anne's hot pussy.

"Ohhh my God, I love it," squealed Anne. "I'm coming again, all over your lovely hard cock. My God, it's leaking out of me, all down my leg. I'm going to taste!"

Anne pulled Chris's cock from her pussy, hardly noticing that his final shot landed on her mouth. She fell to her knees and grabbed his tool, inserting it all into her mouth and sucking and licking their combined juices from his staff. She swallowed furiously as she then started to lick off the excess that was trickling down his legs. As she completed her task she leaned back on her heels and smiled up into his eyes.

"That is the best fucking session I have ever had, bar none," she grinned. "My pussy's a bit sore though. Your cock gets really hard you know."

"That's your influence, Anne darling," said Chris as he pulled Anne to her feet. He kissed her lips and then moved down to her breasts, exciting her nipples back to hardness. Then he trickled his tongue down to her belly button and then on down to her pussy. It was soaking wet! He put his tongue to her crack and as Anne took a hold on the back of his head he licked in deep from the bottom up to the top of her crack. Anne screamed.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh fucking yes!" she exclaimed as he found her clit and sucked on it gently. "Ohhhhh Chris darling, that feels so goooood! I'm going to come on you, I feel so juicy! Don't stop, pleeeease don't stop!"

Chris worked with a will. He loved the taste of their combined juices. He alternately licked up her crack and then sucked her clit. Anne pulled his head to her vagina and thrashed her hips around at his mouth. Chris was grasping both Anne's thighs to keep his balance and he felt her juices running from her on to his hands. Anne began to come!

"Ohhh Christ, I'm coming again," she howled. "Suck my clit darling, suck it right in to your mouth. That's it, yesss, yesss, I'm coming nowwwww!"

As Anne screamed into her climax she pulled Chris's head away from her clit. He opened his eyes to see and then to feel as she squirted her hot orgasmic juices all over his face and chest. She had quite a lot and he finished up very wet. As Anne quietened he gathered some of the liquid and sucked it into his mouth.

"Wow, that was really something Anne darling. I've never seen a girl do that before. I thought you were pissing for a moment. Can you do that every time you come?"

"I think so Chris but it depends on how the orgasm comes on me. If I'm really fucking hard like we did the first time it seems to inhibit it and I don't do so much; I just get very wet. But when you went down on me just now I felt very loving and even relaxed so it all came out of me in a sort of jet, as if I'd got a cock and was shooting spunk. The first time I did it I was masturbating and I thought I was peeing too."

"Well," said Chris, "I want you to try and do it every time we make love. If you can do it while my cock is still hard and fucking you it will be all the more of a turn on. Now, I think I need to piss. I'd better use your shower as we are upstairs."

"No need Chris, we are by an open window, aren't we?" Anne took hold of Chris's soft but still long prick and pointed it out of the window. "There, let it all go darling, I'll hold it for you. Then I'll pee on you in the shower!"

A long golden stream arched its way from the end of Chris' prick, all the way to the forecourt below. It sparkled in the sun before splashing on to the flagstones below. Anne held it all the time, loving the feel of the hot stream as it jetted through his member.

"That's lovely," said Anne as she released his prick. "Now let's go for that shower before the others use up all the water."

---------ooOOOoo---------

'The others' hadn't got to the shower yet. They had gone up to Tom's bedroom after the session on the sofa. Tom had shot another load of spunk into Jill's cunt while she lay back on the sofa with her legs over Tom's shoulders. Jill in turn had been so juicy that they had had to wipe each other down with their fingers, offering them to each other's mouths as they finished.

Now on his bed Jill had taken Tom's thick but soft cock into her mouth and worked on making him hard again. She was beginning to be successful when he lifted and turned her so that he could lower her pussy on to his waiting mouth. Jill was still sopping wet with both of their juices so he set to cleaning her out. She, her mouth full of his thickening rod, murmured her appreciation without pausing what she was doing.

Soon Tom was ramrod stiff again. Jill's ministrations with her mouth and his thoughts about fucking her again had done the trick. She lifted her head and admired her handiwork, and his cock.

"Your cock is so beautiful Tom my darling. I've seen a few now but I can honestly say that yours is the biggest and thickest that I've ever seen. Do you know what I'm going to do to it now?

"I hope I know," grinned Tom as she took hold of his tool.

Jill laughed and turned to raise herself above his cock. She straddled his hips and guided his cock towards her pussy entrance. After rubbing his knob up and down her fanny for a few times she carefully inserted him into her hot juicy passage. To Tom it felt like a molten furnace.

"Christ Jill, I won't be able to last long in there!" he exclaimed. "You're so hot my darling, so fucking hot!"

"I don't mind how long you last," purred Jill. "All I know is that I love your cock in me after all this waiting and I know that I want all the spunk it can give me over the next two weeks. I know Anne is going to share but it's the same for me. I'm going to get lots of Chris's spunk too!"

Making Tom think of his sisters gorgeous body made Tom race to his ejaculation. He thrust up hard into Jill's cunny with ever increasing strokes and all too soon he felt his cream gathering. He gasped a warning to Jill.

"I'm coming sweetheart, I can't hold back. I've got to shoot it!"

"Wait, I want to see!" exclaimed Jill as she lifted herself off his hips. "Oh my God yes, what a load!"

Tom had excelled himself. His hot white spunk jetted out of his piss hole on to his belly. He filled his naval and it pooled into a great white puddle. Jill rubbed herself along his tool and had herself a less vigorous climax but she seemed more interested in Tom's offering. She dipped her finger into his pool and licked it.

"Mnnn", she murmured, "that taste's quite nice."

With that she leant forward and started to lick up his spunk. In no time at all she was cleaning out his belly button, all evidence of his sperm removed.

"Come on," she said, getting off the bed. "Let's see if there is any hot water left for the shower. After those huge loud screams from Anne earlier I heard them in the shower next door. I'll let you off the fuck in there until later if you can't get it up again so soon."

Fortunately there was plenty of hot water and they spent a very enjoyable ten minutes under the hot water. Tom had to pass on the fuck but promised Jill one later if she would agree to sleep with him tonight.

"Of course I will," she said. "I would be furious with you if you hadn't invited me. I want as much of you as possible before you make love to Anne. You are going to make love to her, aren't you?"

"Christ, yes I am," whispered Tom. "I'll keep on fucking you too, if you'll let me."

"I shall hold you, and your cock, to it as often as I can,"

In due course, four thoroughly clean but totally shagged out cousins met downstairs on the forecourt. They were now clothed, albeit minimally, as they were on the way to the pub in the village for dinner.

"It's a gorgeous warm evening," said Anne. "I shall walk back in the nude so I can have a pee along the way. With all the beer I'm going to drink I'll probably need several stops."

They all laughed together and walked out of the gate, all holding hands together as they started to recount to each other their sexual adventures of the afternoon. Needless to say, before they got to the pub they were feeling decidedly horny again and were looking forward to later events.

---------ooOOOoo---------

Being a Saturday night, the pub was crowded. The cousins sat in the garden while they waited for their table in the dining room to become free. They all had pints of beer in front of them and they sat back and relaxed, watching the happy crowd of drinkers all around them.

It was still so warm that they were glad that they had dressed minimally. Both the boys were wearing shorts and polo shirts with sandals. The girls hardly seemed to be wearing anything at all. They both wore short shorts, Anne in white and Jill in powder blue. Neither wore a bra as shown by their hard nipples pushing through the thin cotton of their tops, Anne's pale lemon one held up by only one thin strap whereas Jill's white one had two. Both girls' luscious breasts were fighting to jump out of the top of the flimsy garments. Jill was carrying a tiny handbag but Anne had quite a large shoulder bag. When ragged about the apparently empty bag she remarked coolly.




The Holiday



PART ONE

It was a warm morning in late summer; Stef and Kayleigh were lying naked, bar their collars, on the sofas in the conservatory, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun. They looked over Exmoor, wondering what the day would hold. The two girls heard a noise and turned to see their Master, he was carrying a number of suitcases. 

"Morning Girls" He said, smiling broadly. Both girls knew that smile well, he had a plan! "We are going on a little trip!" he announced.

At this both girls jumped up and ran to hug their master, they loved going away with him, it was always an entertaining experience. They noticed the tickets on the desk, but there was only two. Their faces dropped, was one of them going to be left behind? 

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"There are only two tickets!" they both replied simultaneously, almost crying.

"Yes" he laughed, "but all three of us are going!"

He opened one of the cases, it was empty. This was normal, he had taken Stef away for a week and hidden the case, with all her clothes in, until three days after they arrived, showing her only an empty one. But that was not it, this was different.

"Go and put something on for the trip Kayleigh" he said.

Kayleigh nodded and quickly ran upstairs to her room. She quickly looked through her wardrobe. It was unlocked and several items were missing, she breathed easily knowing that, unless her master was being very nasty (which was not impossible, but would be out of character) one of the suitcases was packed with her stuff. She found a dress that would cover her enough not to need underwear, and still make it easy for her master to have fun with her during the journey. She was just about to head back downstairs when she saw a box on the bed. She looked at it and there was a note on it:

'Kayleigh, This box contains several items; some are for you some for Stef. The Beads are to go into your pussy (bar the last which will hang between your legs), and one of the bells is for your collar.

The other items bring back down with you.

Your Master Mark'

Kayleigh looked into the box, she saw the beads, the remote controlled vibrating set. They were a little larger than she liked for long periods, and no doubt she would be driving to the station. Well at least this was going to be different. She slowly forced one bead at a time into her pussy, it was soaking wet, she had been forced to watch her Master and Stef last night, and then been left horny and unsatisfied all night, she almost came from the beads mere presence.

Then she saw the two bells, classic cat collar bells, this thing was going to ring at her every move! Well what ever happens, he knows what he is doing. She attached the bell to her collar, it rang, and she felt the beads turn on. She let out a moan, then picked up the box and headed downstairs. She looked inside to see the rest of what it contained, an inflatable butt plug and dildo, a waffle ball gag, and another bell.

She got to the bottom of the stairs and saw her Master holding the remote for the beads. When he saw her he turned them off, just before she could hold back her orgasm no longer. 

Kayleigh then saw Stef, bound and sitting in the empty case. Kayleigh handed the box to her Master. She then stood as still as she could, every movement made those beads rub more! The Master bent down to apply the toys to Stef, first the bell to her collar, then the waffle gag, then he moved around to the other side to plug the smaller of his slaves, but as he did so, he noticed a the juice running down the inside of Kayleigh's leg.

"Did you cum?" He asked Kayleigh sternly.

"No sir, but I am not far off sir." She replied "Please sir" she pleaded with her eyes. 

The Master turned on the beads again, "Not yet" he responded.

Kayleigh went weak at the knees, she could barely stand, she was about to explode, and was using every once of her being to hold herself back. Her Master busied himself with plugging Stef, inflating them just enough, so there was no way she could push them out. He then instructed her to lie down in the case, which he closed and padlocked.

Kayleigh moaned and staggered, but she know this was going to test her. She was instructed to take two of the bags, one of which now hid Stef, while the Master picked up the others. They made their way to the car and packed the bags into the boot. Kayleigh and the Master then got into the front. Kayleigh's suspicion had been right she was going to be driving. Before she started the car, her Master turned up the beads to maximum. She was moaning uncontrollably, she looked at him, begging with her eyes. He took the straps of her dress down her arms then adjusted the top half to reveal her full breasts. He massaged them then said "OK Kayleigh, cum now" and as she did so he pinched her nipples and twisted them slightly. She gasped, then screamed as she released, her orgasm was massive and draining. Afterwards she just sat there trying to catch her breath. While she did so her Master fixed her dress again, then turned off the beads.

When she recovered enough, Kayleigh started the car and began the drive to the railway station. She made it as smooth as she could, with poor Stef tied up in a case in the boot, she really did want to make this as comfortable as she could! She succeeded as far as the station car park.

"Those damn speed humps" she thought to herself, and from Stef's muffled cries she was thinking the same thing!

They found a space at the back of the car park and got out, unpacking the boot of the car. Kayleigh took a couple of bags and headed for the station itself. The Master checked the suitcase Stef was in. Stef was drooling through the gag, but otherwise she was OK and when he asked to confirm this she nodded. The Master closed the case again, picked up the remaining cases, and then joined Kayleigh on the platform. When the train arrived they boarded leaving most of the bags in the luggage bay, the exception being a rucksack with some things for the journey, the toy bag, and Stef's bag.

Stef's bag was stored in the gap between the seats, and the others in the overhead rack. The Master and Kayleigh sat back to enjoy the ride, and even Stef relaxed as much as she could. The Master and Kayleigh were sat at a table seat and, so despite the fact that the train was busy the Master could slowly tease the beads from Kayleigh's pussy. He took his time. Kayleigh got many funny looks as she gasped with the movement of the beads, she build herself up to the brink of another orgasm, she knew better than to say anything, but she pleaded with her eyes. He let her plead until he was about to remover the last bead, he then gave subtle nod, and tugged it out. Kayleigh lost her control and screamed. She had never had an orgasm in such a public place, she went bright red, and everyone was looking at her!

The two of them relaxed and enjoyed a light meal. Kayleigh thought this would be the end of her tasks for this trip, she soon found otherwise when she asked to use the toilet.

"While you are there put this in" he told her, handing her a butt plug under the table.

Kayleigh quickly put this in her handbag and made her way to the end of the carriage and the toilet. After she had relieved herself, she did as she was told, she wished she had some lube, but she did her best. Luckily there was enough in her pussy to do the trick, so she used that and the plug slid home. She gingerly walked back down the carriage and sat next to her Master again. Other than having the plug pushed deeper by her seated position, and the occasional light fingering from her master to keep her wet the rest of the journey was uneventful.

They arrived at Paddington, collected their bags and headed towards the taxi rank, only stopping in quiet corner of the station to check that Stef was OK. She was, just a little messy, thank goodness the case was waterproof! At this point the master took Stef's gag out and untied her hands then gave her a bottle of water and a sandwich to eat, then closed the case.

After a short taxi ride they arrived at the hotel and went to check in, it then became apparent to Kayleigh that the hotel had like the train fares, only been booked for two. This was total objectification for Stef, she was to be nothing but an object the whole time! Well they did only have two nights booked here. Stef on hearing this, made an audible noise that drew a few glances, but was soon ignored. The porter took all the bags up to the room while Kayleigh and the Master signed the guest book and sorted everything else out.

When they arrived at the room and the bags were sitting on the bed, all locked. The Master quickly got Stef's bag and took it to the bathroom. He unlocked and opened it and finished untying Stef and removed the plugs, she looked a mess. She had peed in the case, as well as drooling. He started the shower then told her to get in. Then called on Kayleigh, who had removed her dress. She got in the shower as well, followed by the Master. 

All three of them enjoyed the shower and once Stef was clean, the Master explained the situation. For this trip, Stef was not going to be the sister slave that she normally was, but a toy for Kayleigh and His pleasure. This is something that he had made them do before. He liked his slaves to be able to top other women, indeed Kayleigh had gained a bit of a reputation at the local munch and club in her top role. It was because of the dynamic of the trip that nothing was arranged for Stef. 

With the arrangements clear and everyone in agreement, Stef was then ordered to drop to her knees and service Kayleigh, which she did so eagerly. Though Stef had occasionally topped Kayleigh, she was not comfortable in that role, she was far too submissive. But when ordered to she would do as she was told. However this idea was a real turn on, she had spent the entire time in the case as horny as she could possibly get. Her pussy was still dripping, and now lapping at Kayleigh's pussy she was enjoying herself further.

Stef had become very good at pleasing Kayleigh this way. She new just how to build her up and when Kayleigh asked her Master for permission, which was given, she exploded on Stef's face. Stef, lapped up all the cum she could from Kayleigh's pussy; both were so in the moment neither had noticed that the shower had been turned off! The Master smiled then pulled Stef in position to suck his cock, and handed Kayleigh a strap on, he instructed her to fuck Stef with it. So Stef was being spit roasted, she loved it, and she was close to cumming straight away. Stef was told to hold it. She built the Master up, she had learnt how to worship his cock well, and took pride in her skills, and just before her master came, he gave her permission to cum herself. Kayleigh withdrew the dildo and Stef came, squirting all over Kayleigh's feet, then the Master let go in Stef's mouth.

Stef was then told to clean up her mess, and then kiss Kayleigh while they both showered together again. The Master, during this second shower sorted out the bags and got dressed for dinner. When they finished the bells (which both girls had totally forgotten about!) were removed. 

A bowl of food was placed on the floor for Stef, she started eating. She loved eating this way, while on the bed was laid out a lovely dress, corset and stocking set for Kayleigh. Kayleigh got dressed then she and the master left for diner and a west end show. Stef sat in the room and watched TV, waiting for the others return. She had a thought and checked her Masters laptop and looked to see what was going on in London. It turned out there was a big fetish club the following night!

PART TWO

It was a warm afternoon as the commuters rushed about to get home, the Master and Kayleigh walked down Oxford Street. They did a little window shopping and Kayleigh wished she could try some things on, but she knew better than to ask. He often teased her with a look at things she would love, and the only way she would get it was to keep quiet. He knew Kayleigh well and could see when she saw something she really liked, he always noted this reaction. If she was good, Kayleigh might be able to do some real shopping soon.

They came to one shop they both knew well. It was a popular sex shop where Kayleigh had been made to purchase her first fetish outfit, a latex nurses uniform, and the memories she had of wearing that were vivid today. She blushed a little, a reaction that was spotted.

"Time for fun!" the Master announced, guiding Kayleigh to her horror towards the entrance of the shop!

Kayleigh, once in the shop and out of sight of the street, felt better. She was used to the various toys that were sold here, but she was always nervous entering, no matter where she went, she somehow thought that someone she knew would see her going in.

They walked through the shop looking at various things, then the Master gave Kayleigh an instruction, "You are going to find a new dildo or vibrator to wear tonight, make it a good one"

"Yes master" she said, and headed for the area with all the dildos and plugs. Her Master headed into the Bondage area.

Kayleigh looked at all the dildos, various shapes, sizes and colours. She was having trouble deciding, she liked the new rabbit, but her Masters words flashed across her mind "wear tonight." OK this was going to be used and probably very soon!

Then she saw it, just in the corner of her eye, it was a simple vibe, average size, but remote controlled! She picked it up and went to find her Master. He was waiting at the counter, talking to the girl at the till, there was a bag already packed. 

"Hello Kayleigh" the girl said when she spotted her. 

Kayleigh thought hard, "Ah its her!" she suddenly remembered the face. It was a girl she had topped at a club in London, and then gone back with her and Master for a longer scene. 

"Hello Chelsea" Kayleigh said, "How have you been"

"Very well Mistress Kayleigh" Chelsea said "Master Mark has been letting me in on a few surprises....." 

"And they are to remain surprises, Chelsea" said the Master.

"Of course" said Chelsea "add that to the bill?" she added, taking the remote vibe from Kayleigh.

"Yes thank you Chelsea" said the Master.

He then paid for the shopping and gave Kayleigh the bag. Before leaving the store he handed an envelope to Chelsea. 

"You know what to do?" He confirmed.

"Yes Sir" Said Chelsea "Thank you Sir, I will wait for your text"

Kayleigh was slightly shocked, what is all this about she thought, but she did not have time to think. They were soon walking into Soho and a nice little restaurant. Kayleigh and the Master were shown to a seat. Kayleigh was careful not to sit down before her Master gave a little nod, to give permission. He ordered a bottle of wine, it was a nice one, and Kayleigh knew her Master had good taste. 

He then reached into the shopping bag and opened the vibrator and put it into Kayleigh's handbag, putting the remote control into his pocket. He then instructed Kayleigh to go to the toilet and fit her new toy. She nodded to say she understood, then asked to be excused. She walked into the toilet and then inserted the vibrator, slowly, she enjoyed the sensation as it slid into her pussy. She gasped a little, it filled her nicely. She placed the antenna so it would get maximum range and then headed to leave the toilets.

As soon as she opened the door it hit her, the vibe had just been turned on! "WOW it is powerful!" She thought.

Her knees went a little weak, she grabbed the door frame for support, and steadied herself. and looked at her Masters table, she saw the waiter just leaving. "He has ordered for me, while I am not there" she thought "It better be good!"

She slowly walked to the table, doing her best to keep the vibe in place, and trying to control the gathering dampness between her legs. She got to the table, and her Master indicated that she could sit down. He looked into her eyes; Kayleigh was holding herself back, the vibe was being pressed deep inside her. She was going to cum very soon. Then the vibe was turned off, she knew that it would slow her down for a while, but she was going to cum before the night was out and there was nothing that Kayleigh could do about it!

They talked about various things, Kayleigh topping up the wine as required, until the food arrived. The Master had ordered a great meal, Kayleigh had a wonderful piece of fish, and her Master had lamb steaks. It was cooked to perfection, and they both enjoyed it. 

When they finished the Master and Kayleigh walked arm in arm to the theatre. Before they went in, the Master sent a text message. Then they walked into the theatre and took their seats in their box, sat down and enjoyed the show. The Master teased Kayleigh turning the vibe on and off, throughout the first act.

The interval arrived and the Master turned on the vibe and left it running. He told Kayleigh to wait for him, and he left. Kayleigh sat there, holding herself back, she was close; she could feel juice running out of her pussy. She retreated inside herself, every fibre of her being straining to hold back her orgasm, it seemed as if hours had passed, but she was suddenly brought back to earth with a jolt.

"You may cum, babe" said the familiar voice.

"Thank you Master" she replied, she had not heard him return or even knew how long he had been they. 

Kayleigh covered her mouth to muffle herself as much as she could, her orgasm was powerful, her whole body shook, and she screamed a scream that despite her best efforts rang through the auditorium. There was a knock on the box door and an usher enquired if everything was OK. The Master dealt with him the returned to his seat next to a now exhausted Kayleigh. She had not even realised that her orgasm had forced the vibe out of her pussy. 

"Thank you Master" she said, as he sat next to her.

Kayleigh then slid off her seat and sat at his feet. Realising the vibrator had fallen out when she put her hand down on it, when getting support, she picked it up and was about to reinsert it. Her master said "No, clean it and put it away"

She licked it clean, luckily the carpet of the box was clean. The vibrator itself was sticky with her cum, and Kayleigh loved the taste of her self, and found great pleasure in cleaning toys after use. Once done she put the vibrator back into the bag, the second half of the show was about to begin and she moved back to her seat. Her Master smiled at her and kissed her. 

"Well done babe" He said

They sat back and enjoyed the rest of the show, picking up a souvenir programme for Stef on the way out. When they returned to the street is was dark, and a light drizzle was falling. They saw the taxi rank outside, but they looked at each other and walked by. They passed a number of long queues, outside a number of nightclubs, but walked by until they were in a quiet alley in Soho. Kayleigh did not know London as well as her Master and so would follow his lead. When he was sure no-one was looking he turned around and pinned Kayleigh against a wall, kissed her deeply, then lifted her dress. She in return, opened his fly and unleashed his cock. Kayleigh guided it into her pussy and the Master fucked Kayleigh against that wall in the rain, it was hard and rough, but it was exhilarating for both. It may have only been a quickie fuck but Kayleigh and her Master came together. 

She then tided him up, including sucking her juice off his cock, then fixed her dress before they continued to walk back to the hotel. They were soaked by the time they arrived and went straight to the room to change. However when they arrived Kayleigh could hear a voice coming from their room, and it was not Stef!

PART THREE

Stef looked at the details of the club, reading about its style dress code and rules. She did not know why but somehow she thought it was significant. She went back to her bowl and on her knees ate what was left. As she got to the bottom of the bowl and saw something, she quickly ate the rest of her meal and saw it was a small envelope, she picked it up and opened the envelope, and read the note it contained.




The Holiday



At thirty seven I don't consider myself to be a supermodel, but I do believe I aged quite well, and I certainly don't feel shy wearing a bikini in public. And it never seems like anyone minds either as I get stared down aplenty at the beach, by both young and old men, sometimes even women. Although mostly the women stare at me with contempt for distracting their husband's gaze away from themselves. 

I'm what most would probably describe as voluptuously curvaceous. I've never spent more than a day in the gym throughout my life, but I keep myself busy with all sorts of things. I eat what I want, when I want and therefore I am slightly fuller figured but I would never consider using the word fat, but definitely not muscular or athletic. All the curves are in all the right places, and still just as firm as I remember them ever being, and rather large if I say so myself, just the way men seem to like them. 

Now I've never been unfaithful to my husband in the traditional sense of the word, and I do hope to keep it that way, but long before we even met or got married I'd been around the block and consider myself sexually adventurous, and just a little bit too naughty for my own good. 

Needless to say, when my husband came alone I had a little bit of trouble keeping myself under control, especially since he isn't nearly as sexually active as I am. I resolved myself to what I call "hardcore flirting", which can mean any number of things in different situations but ultimately comes down to the fact that I can look (and play) with the menu as much as I want to, as long as I eat at home. 

Over the years I've had many fun times chatting up guys at bars, getting topless here and there, stroking the odd package when a little drunk, and generally misbehaving within my own guidelines. As the Internet came along I found a great many new avenues to entertain myself with, starting with plain text chat rooms, and later moving on to webcam sessions with strangers. 

Some of these adventures I actually did with my husband, so he isn't completely ignorant of my needs, and even in the flesh we had an experience or two with a jacuzzi and another couple. And I'm sure we'll have a few more in the future. 

The webcam experiences unlocked some voyeuristic tendencies in me that I never expected of myself. Often I would stay home instead of going out with friends, when my husband was away, so I coulsteer in front of the computer and find new people to cam with or old favourites from my Skype list. 

Initially it was innocent as most things are, just a little sexy and flirtatious dressing for my partners at the other end, but this soon led to getting completely naked in front of them, and eventually even playing with myself in front of the camera while watching them do the same. 

I would chat and cam with, and for anyone, from young guys half my age, to couples much older, and even other women sometimes. It really started getting steamy when I had my husband buy me a laptop instead of the desktop I was using, with a loose webcam so that I could take to bed with me, and show even more details of my excursions to my fans. 

He of course reaped the benefits, because you simply can't get off by yourself even with help, like you do with a real person. So every time he came back from a business trip I would absolutely fuck his brains out, because I had made myself so super horny with the help of my Internet friends. 

Anyway enough back story. 

It's been years since my husband and I took a good long holiday. In fact, our honeymoon might have been our last, and since then we've only really taken a long weekend here and there, to nowhere particularly spectacular. 

So, approaching our forties we decided its about damn time we spend some money on ourselves and a good long holiday, and we soon found ourselves at a beach resort on the coast of Kenya. 

After a horrendous experience of delayed flights and crazy taxi drivers we eventually made it to our destination after a full day's travel, somewhere in the middle of the night, and went straight to bed without a moment's hesitation. 

The next morning I woke up stressed, which is unacceptable for someone on holiday. So right after breakfast I started with the first of many Gin & Tonic's, which is completely unlike myself. 

Soon after, I sauntered down to the beach, while my husband went to check out the Scooba diving lessons in the hotel's main pool area. Surprisingly I found the private beach virtually deserted, apart from one older couple lounging on the opposite end, and a security guard manning his post just as you entered the area. 

I say private beach loosely, as it's simply a section of the beach for hotel residents only, divided from the real beach by a low knee-high wall. There's nothing really stopping anyone from simply walking up from the public area, but it appears rules and regulations are well respected and nobody takes any chances. Kenyan beaches are covered with the local African "Beach Boys" who peddle their wares and services to tourists, and I guess that's where the security guard comes into the picture, in case they get a little too much for residents. 

Regardless, I settled myself on a lounger close to the low separating wall so that I could at least be closest to the sea, and got myself in a half sitting position so I could have a look around while reading my book. 

I just got out my suntan lotion and started liberally applying it to my face and shoulders, when three of the aforementioned Beach Boys appeared on my section of the beach. They had all sorts of goods for sale, from key rings to little statuettes but in their typical way they first tried to smooth talk you before getting to the real sales pitch. 

Since they were not allowed on the private beach, they kept their distance at the low wall which was probably ten or so metres away from me, but I felt quite comfortable and safe knowing that there was security somewhere behind me, within in screaming distance. 

The Beach Boys wanted to know all about where I come from, who I was with and what I was here for, and most importantly what my name was, so that they could then introduce themselves. Names are very important to the people, and they remember them well, together with all the other details you tell them about yourself. 

They implored me to come closer, and shake their hands so they could introduce themselves properly, and I obliged them cautiously. Each had a fake name that was specially for tourists, and obviously American. I met Justin Timberland, Captain Zero and I couldn't remember the last. 

Of course they were very flirty and complimentary, telling me that I looked great in my red bikini, and that I didn't even need to tan as my skin was already perfect. It was only when I reached down to pickup one of their creations and my breasts almost popped out of my top, that one of them got really adventurous and commented on my bosom being greater and firmer than any of their local girls, this while demonstrating profusely with his hands. 

I took it in my stride, but the comment had awakened many naughty thoughts at the back of my mind, and by this time my third G&T for the morning had gotten me very relaxed and adventurous. 

I stood up and half turned, looking around the beach and there was still nobody in sight, except for the old couple who seemed to be on their way, picking up their towels and packing their bags. 

And it was while I turned my back towards them, that one of the other two commented that I had an even better ass, to go with my big bosom. 

Now, I'm very proud of my breasts, at a rather large D-cup they are more than most men can handle, and still exactly where they should be. However my ass is not my greatest asset, being a bit too large for my tastes, and hanging ever so slightly out of my bikini bottoms. So this comment hit home, and immediately excited my already dirty thoughts regarding my situation. 

I walked back towards my lounger, with my back towards them, and set my little game in motion. As I reached the lounger I made a very obvious gesture of slipping my hands under my sarong, and resetting my panties over my ass cheeks, and I looked back over my shoulder and thanked him for the generous compliment before dropping the sarong and turning myself around sitting on the edge of the tanning bed. 

Immediately I had their full attention, and they moved closer climbing onto the wall to take a seat, while continuing to chat to me about all sorts. I grabbed my suntan again and continued to cover my arms, my stomach and my legs while we chatted about inane topics, as they held their gaze very firmly on my body and my hands. 

The three of them were all superbly built, with muscular but not massive arms, incredible pecks and ripped stomachs...very much like sprint athletes. Of course they were as black as Africans can be, wearing nothing but board shorts, not even shoes. Needless to say, having them watch me with such wild desire, started a fire in my loins. 

With all the exposed bits covered in suntan, the fun parts were ready to begin. I took one final look around the beach, and saw nobody except for the security guard, who wasn't specifically paying any attention to me, or my audience, and frankly I didn't much care at the time. 

Knowing it was illegal to be topless in Kenya, but not exactly how illegal, I was playing it safe. I started just running my fingers over my breasts, getting my nipples which were already quite excited, even more so. When they started poking through the material I cupped each breast very seductively, and got a nod of approval from the three men in their native language, but they were completely mesmerised otherwise. 

After putting some more lotion on my hands, I slid them under my bikini top one at a time rubbing the oil over by big tits, and onto my rock hard nipples. My bikini became quite restrictive very quickly, but not wanting to take it off all together just in case I had to quickly abort my mission, I undid the strap on my back and my breasts sagged ever so slightly, revealing the massive amounts of breast flesh just under the rim, but not exposing my nipples. 

It was with that exposure of flesh, that the three guys revealed that they were each very obviously erect, and that there wasn't quite as much space in those board shorts as it seemed. I bit my lip, watching their very hard cocks writhing inside their pants like snakes in a cage, trying to escape. 

Well I had come this far, and wasn't getting any less horny with each new step I took. I oiled my hands up again, and this time reached for my tits from below, without the restriction of a bikini top clamping them down. I massaged them furiously, tweaking my nipples under the bikini top where the three erect cocks couldn't see them, but so desperately wanted a little peak. I squeezed my boobs together, forming a humongous cleavage, perfect for a tittyfuck. 

And then I asked the boys if they wanted to see more, which they of course panted for. And I responded that it's illegal isn't it, and they simply said its not a problem. Of course the fact that it's illegal made it all the more exciting for me, but it also gave me something to bargain with. And bargain I did, by telling them if I showed them mine, they would have to show me theirs. 

Deal agreed upon, I leaned back on the chair and pulled my bikini top up over my large D cups, exposing my very hard nipples to the three big black guys in front of me. I have small nipples considering the size of my breasts, but comparatively large areolas. This time I squeezed my tits together while they could see them, and grabbed by my nipples pulling them up and stretching them slightly. 

After a bit more playing I said a deal was a deal, and they obliged without much fuss by getting up and dropping their pants, revealing the fabled black cocks I had heard so much about. They weren't monstrous as I had heard, certainly bigger than average, but not too over the top. They were certainly not lacking in girth as I viewed them from the front, and after I asked them to turn so I could marvel at their length I definitely wasn't disappointed. And they were hard, really fucking hard, and I was wet, dripping fucking wet. 

I told them to sit back down, and so they did one facing me directly, legs outstretched leaning on his arms with his big dick majestically pointing skywards, and the other two laid down at his sides resting on one elbow, with their erections pointing horizontally away from them. 

Slipping myself off the front of the tanning bed, I turned myself around so that I laid down on the sand, looking away from them, and hooked my knees over the lounger while slipping the pillow under my head, just so that I had a bit more cover from prying eyes. Naturally when I lay on my back my breasts tend to float to the sides, but they are firm enough that I still maintain a manner of cleavage. 

At this time I pulled out my husband's favourite trick, which he loved watching me do while pounding away at my pussy, with his own massive erection which wasn't far behind these three boys, and certainly had no trouble satisfying me with. 

I reached down with my hands and cupped my right tit, and massaged it just a little before pulling it up, and reaching down with my mouth so that I could suck on my erect nipple. And I sucked really good and really hard, pleasuring myself in the process of doing so, as they are quite sensitive. My hubby doesn't just love the fact that I can suck and nibble on my own tits, but more so the fact that sucking them so hard engorges them with blood, and makes them very large and colourful , which is why he also loves to suck on them himself, when he isn't watching me doing it while he pumps my pussy. 

Of course I lost myself in my own little world while doing this, and only when looking up from what I was doing and turning onto my side, did I realise that the three gentlemen were each vigorously stroking their dicks with their rather large hands, while watching my little show. What I didn't realise before, was that they were all uncircumcised, and that when they pulled back their foreskins like they were doing now, they were in fact stroking much longer shafts than I had initially thought. 

Watching these three gorgeous creatures in such a natural setting, pushed my little game slightly further than I had originally intended to take it, but my voyeuristic notions implored me to take it even further. And so I did...

Laying on my side watching them stroke themselves, my breasts bunched together on top of each other forming a massive cavern between them, I reached down to try and suck on my left nipple as well, while keeping an eye on the boys. I got a big thumbs up from each unoccupied hand, as I focused my eyes on each big cock in our little circle for moments at a time while sucking away at my large boob which was almost getting sore with pleasure. 

At this point I simply couldn't take it any longer, my panties were almost dripping with dampness, and my primal urges needed to be pleased. 

Turning myself slightly more towards them, so that the full length of my body was in their view, I leaned onto my right elbow, balancing my head in my hand. 

I teased both them and myself for a bit longer still, by toying with my breasts before painstakingly slowly travelling down between my lovely bumps, down my stomach and over my navel to my very moist panties down below. 

Starting very slowly I just caressed my vaginal lips through the material, just feeling my way around while licking my lips, watching the boys, watching me. Soon I couldn't take much more of this self-imposed torture, slipped my hand inside my panties past the small tuft of hair, towards my very recently waxed and gorgeously smooth pussy. 

Enough foreplay, I moved straight for my clit and started vigorously massaging it, and before long I slipped my arm out from under my head and grabbed my right boob, biting down hard on my nipple as I had a violent orgasm for the first time that day, feeling all my tensions of the previous day's travel magically disappear. 

But the show must go on, my audience were waiting on me. I quickly tied my top around my back again, and immediately saw the disappointment in their faces, thinking I was done with them and running away. 

Instead I got up, and took a quick look around to make sure all was still deserted. I picked up the lounger by its bottom legs and dragged it forward, right onto the edge where my three Beach Boys were patiently waiting to see what happens next. 

Dropping myself onto the bed, I kept my top on, but popped each of my breasts out of their cups so that my bikini pushed them together nicely, making them appear even bigger than they really are. With one hand I played with my tits from all angles, while I reached between my legs again with the other. 

Peeling my panties away to one side, revealing my glistening moist pussy, lead to three rows of gleaming white teeth, and a collection of grunting noises from the mob of wanking gentlemen. And they were wanking vigorously, with not a hint of cumming anywhere in their immediate futures. And I so much wanted to see them cum.

I started by just playing with my clit again, this time where they could see every movement, but soon I had both hands down there peeling open my lips so they could see every tiny detail of my womanhood. They had in the meanwhile all lifted themselves onto their knees, and had moved in for a much closer inspection, but never close enough to touch me.

Next I slipped one finger inside, not that it really does much for me, but I know men love seeing a women penetrate herself, I guess it helps them imagine they are the ones doing it. But soon the fingering was feeling really good, considering the circumstances, and I slipped in another and then later still a third. When that started feeling like nothing, I pulled them all out, reached for the pillow and put it under my ass, and then reached around the outside of my leg to properly fingerfuck myself, panting and howling while doing so and bringing myself to another superbly intense orgasm, which shook through my entire body. 

I had reached the fine line where I questioned myself whether my next move was cheating, or simply having some very naughty fun. I needed to have more, wanted to have more, and I drew the line at penetrative sex, that would be my husband's and his alone.  

So it was then that I righted myself on the tanning bed, and slipped my panties off up to my knees, before gesturing for the man in front of me to have at it with my pussy, and the other two to step closer at my sides. He immediately jumped at the opportunity, and started with just his fingers working them deep inside me.

As the other two stepped up to the plate, I was overwhelmed by their huge dicks, which were now very up close, and very personal. Initially they kept their hands behind their backs, leaving me to do as I pleased. I took to each cock slowly, just running my hands and fingers up and down their long, thick shafts feeling my way around their balls which seemed small in contrast to their big rods. I stared them down, and even slapped them around watching them swing just a little against the blood pumping erectile forces. I was mesmerised by the sheer size of these black serpents, and delighted with their pink and purple insides when I pulled their loose foreskins back. Their massive heads, dripping with precum, begged to be licked by my talented tongue, but although blowjobs didn't break my rule I deterred myself for the sake of safety, not having any idea where these had been before. 

Just as I was starting to stroke the stiff rod of meat in my right hand, a stab of pleasure hit my clitoris, as the man who was finger fucking me furiously, suddenly applied his tongue to his already titillating efforts. He licked at my pussy expertly, slurping up the juices that were flowing out of it. So pleasurable was his rough tongue against my clit, that I couldn't balance the stroking of the cocks I had in either hand, and was therefore relieved when first one then the other started to guide my hands with their own. 




The Holiday



My wife Wendy and I took a well deserved vacation after 25 years of marriage. With two grown up girls who had left home, we had our first vacation just the two of us on a Caribbean beach holiday. My wife was 44, a little plump, 5' 2" with straight shoulder length auburn hair and lovely blue eyes. Her best assets were her lovely legs and a pair of heavy dd breasts tipped with sensitive brown nipples. Whenever she dressed in a tight top or anything low cut her chest always drew admiring glances.

Well the second day of our holiday saw us on the mostly empty beach, being slightly out of season, behind some dunes in a sheltered spot all to ourselves. My wife in a lovely bright yellow string tied bikini her big breasts barely contained in the small top. As we lay their on our towels soaking up the sun I couldn't help but sneak quick glances at her lovely boobs that held their shape even when she was lying on her back.

As we lay there a man from the hotel approached our secluded spot. He was quite trim and young in a pair of baggy shorts and a tight shirt. He came up to us and introduced himself as the hotel masseur and offered a complimentary massage. I looked to Wendy to see her giving a swift look over his trim body and as she saw me looking at her blushed and sort of shrugged. A little excited about my rather staid wife looking a little lustfully at this young man I encouraged her to accept the free massage.

My wife lay face down on the towel her plump bottom looking very lovely. I sat back and watched the masseur put a little oil on his hands and kneel besides her. Beginning at her shoulders. His hands sliding over her skin, smoothing and rubbing, kneading and stroking. Not wishing to ruin my wife's string bikini he asked her to undo the knot and move the strings. My wife quickly complied and as the bikini was undone the sides slipped down, my wife's heavy breasts were quite exposed at the sides. The massage continued with his hands sliding all over my wife's back. Occasionally his hands would stroke along her sides almost brushing against the swelling sides of her boobs. I could see my wife relaxing and enjoying the massage with little moans of enjoyment occasionally

I myself was quite seriously turned on watching this young man touching my wife so sensuously. His hands stroked down to the small of her back and rubbed and squeezed at the top of her sexy bottom. I watched as time after time his hands moved along her sides and rubbed closer and closer to the sides of her breasts. Eventually his hands were rubbing and stroking at the sides of her boobs and my wife was making small noises of enjoyment. He stopped for a second as he moved down to her legs. I could see that my wife had been absolutely loving his young hands all over her back and especially the sides of her boobs. Her face was looking down into the towel but her cheeks were flushed as she drew in a shaky breath.

Soon his hands were stroking over her shapely calves and up to the backs of her knees. He concentrated on the bottom of one leg before moving onto the other leg. My excitement grew as I watched his hands move slowly up to the backs of Wendy's thighs. His fingers danced over her legs so softly and sensuously and moved inexorably higher towards the plump cheeks of her bottom. As I watched I felt my cock stirring in my shorts as his hands smoothed the flesh at the tops of her thighs just under her ass. His fingers slid onto the exposed cheeks below her bikini bottoms squeezing them and stroking them. Wendy was breathing deeply and my cock throbbed into full hardness as I watched her legs part slightly. His hands immediately moved to her inner thighs stroking and rubbing op towards the crotch of her bikini bottoms. 

His fingers were right at the bright yellow material just millimetres away from her pussy, stroking and rubbing. I watched my wife of 25 years spread her legs even more, an open invitation to his young strong hands. His fingers slid onto her bikini bottoms as he rubbed her back with his other hand. I watched the yellow bottoms slowly darken as he rubbed her pussy through the material. This complete stranger was massaging my wife's pussy in front of me albeit through her bikini bottoms and judging by the wetness soaking through my wife was loving it. My hand slipped into my shorts to grip my iron hard cock as I watched him rub and knead her pussy. My wife was moaning and groaning all the while with her head pressed into the towel.

My cock then got even harder as I watched him undo her bikini bottoms and I saw my wife lift herself slightly so her could pull them away from her. Her hairy pussy and big ass was completely open to him. His fingers slipped back to her pussy stroking and rubbing her wet lips. He slid a finger between her soaking pussy lips and as it stroked over her clit her ass jiggled and my wife moaned so deliciously my cock started oozing pre-cum. His finger slid back and forth over her moist hole and then he slowly slid it deep inside her. My wife groaned in sexual heat. His finger, slicked with my wife's juices slid out and then pushed slowly back inside her wet pussy. 

I watched him fingering her slowly and so sexily. Wendy was obviously loving this treatment as she raised herself up onto her knees her ass in the air and her flushed face into the towel. He slipped another finger inside her alongside the first and continued fucking her pussy with his fingers. His other hand stroked all over her beautiful ass as he pushed in and out with his fingers. Wendy's pussy was so wet I could hear it slurping and sucking as he fingered her. He pushed another finger into her gaping pussy, now three fingers were slurping in and out of her. My wife was pushing back onto his fingers trying to get him to finger her even deeper. My hand was stroking up and down my throbbing cock spreading my pre-cum all over as I watched this unbelievable sight.

Wendy was moaning and groaning in complete abandon her ass pushing back even more as his fingers worked at her pussy faster and faster. His other hand dipped down from her ass cheeks to rub over her asshole. Wendy had never let me touch her there but now she was groaning loudly as a complete stranger fingered her and rubbed at her puckered asshole.

My cock dribbled even more pre-cum as I watched him push his finger at her asshole and was rewarded as it opened slowly and allowed his finger into her tight hole. My wife moaned and quivered with a finger in her ass and three fingering her pussy. Oh my god I couldn't believe the sight before my eyes, my normally slightly conservative wife humping his fingers and pushing back for more. He sped up his rhythm pounding his fingers into her juiced up pussy while his other finger massaged inside her tight asshole. Wendy was quivering and thrashing in the throes of sexual abandon. Her back arched and she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. As she came he roughly shoved his fingers even deeper into her holding them there as she flopped and shook. 

Her orgasm peaked even higher at this treatment and she cried out in utter orgasmic delight and collapsed onto the towel. My cock exploded sticky hot cum into my shorts and all over my hand at this wonderful sight. His fingers slurped out of her gushing hole and he gently withdrew his finger from her tight ass, my wife jumping as it plopped out. She was splayed out, legs wide open her pussy dribbling onto the towel still quivering and twitching when he stood, smiled at me bowed and departed. I sat there totally spent still watching my wife quiver. Then I gently took her into my arms and held her close, she couldn't meet my gaze but when I tilted her head up and smiled she knew that I had loved it almost as much as she had. I kissed her passionately on her lips as my mind kept repeating the images of her being wonderfully fingered by a complete stranger.

This was just the start of a wonderful liberating holiday.