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On The Road Ch. 02

By: rjohnson



The woman just smiled and started towards the bed. 

"Oh no," my wife said quickly. "Take your clothes off. I want to watch your cunt while you eat my daughter."

The woman started to undress. It didn't take her long and she got onto the bed between Lynn's legs, leaning forward and licking at her cunt. She licked up and down Lynn's slit and then stuck her tongue up inside her, making Lynn groan. My wife got behind the woman and started playing with her cunt, sticking her finger in her hole, fucking her slowly. The woman, let out a soft moan, when she felt my wife's finger enter her. As she ate Lynn, she pushed back against my wife's hand and groaned again.

I watched the three women for a few minutes and then walked over behind my wife who was concentrating on finger fucking this woman's cunt. I pulled her around so she was facing the woman's cunt and thrust into her fully, stopping when I reached the bottom of her uterus. She groaned softly as I started to thrust in and out of her cunt. Soon the room was filled with groans and moans from four people and as we came, one by one, the sounds bounced off the walls, echoing our pleasure.

Lynn fell back against the pillows and the woman rolled beside her. My wife got onto the bed and nestled in beside the woman. I just stood and looked at them, a big grin on my face. This could turn out to be one long night.

The three women caressed each other and they rested until the woman looked up at me. 

"It's been a long time since I've had a hard cock inside me. Would you fuck me?" she asked, looking at my cock.

"You think you can handle all of him?" my wife asked, pinching the woman's nipple between her fingers.

"I'd sure like to try. After all, if this sweet young thing can take him then I can too."

"He feels better in your ass," Lynn suddenly piped up. "He'll fill you like you've never been filled before."

"I've never had a cock in my ass," the woman said quietly. "I don't know if I could take the pain."

"It only hurts the first time and then it goes away," Lynn explained in her girlish manner. "Try it. I'm sure you'll love it."

The woman looked at my wife.

"It's ok, we'll be here to help you," she said to the woman. "Lynn's right. You'll love it."

The woman still couldn't make up her mind. 

"Well, only if you help me," she said, turning towards Lynn. 

"You can eat me while Dad is fucking your ass," Lynn said, pulling the woman up to her hands and knees. "I want to feel your tongue inside me again and feel you against me as dad fucks you."

The woman didn't say anything but moved between Lynn's legs. She raised her hips in the air, pointing her ass hole at me. Without another word, she dove into Lynn, lapping at her young cunt as I moved behind her and worked my hard cock into her ass. She squealed loudly when my head finally entered her but Lynn held her head down and kept her in place. I pushed further into her and every time, the woman yelped loudly but Lynn held her tight against her cunt, not letting her move away. 

I finally got my whole cock inside her and rested my balls against her ass, waiting for her to get used to me. I straddled her back and slowly withdrew my cock until just the head was inside her. I thrust back fully down into her making her groan louder and as I started to thrust in and out of her ass, she lifted her head away from Lynn and yelled.

"Oh God. That feels so good. Fuck me harder."

My balls mashed against her ass as I started thrusting in and out of her faster, making her yell and scream more and more. I pounded away at her as she dove back into Lynn's cunt and I could hear her moaning into Lynn as I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. She raised her head again when she felt the first come spewing up inside her.

"Oh yes. Come inside my ass," she yelled, pushing back against me as I filled her hole with my hot come. I spurted into her again and again and every time she yelled something at me as she felt the wetness building up and filling her. I finally pulled out of her and before the woman could move, my wife was licking and sucking at her ass, cleaning the come off her that was running down her legs and into her cunt. I stood back and watched as my wife cleaned the woman's ass of and started in on her cunt, licking and sucking at her clit, making her come again and again. All three of the women were moaning loudly and as I sat down, they came together one last time. 

They rolled apart, panting and gasping for air. I watched their breasts heaving as they fought for some air, their tired bodies giving into exhaustion. I waited for a few minutes until they had settled down a little.

I walked over and sat on the bed beside the woman.

"Are you ok?" I asked her, smiling at her.

"God, am I ok, you ask. I never felt better."

"See, I told you. I knew you would like being fucked in the ass," Lynn said excitedly. Looking at me, she said, "It's my turn again, Daddy."

"No it's not," my wife said quickly. "He's my husband and it's my turn to have that big cock up my cunt, so move over girls and give us some room."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of her.

"Fuck me, you big stud. Fuck me and show these girls just how it's done," she said, fondling my cock back to hardness. 

I got between her legs and she guided me into her. I thrust forward and felt the head of my cock hit the bottom of her uterus. She groaned and spread her legs as far apart as she could, urging me to fuck her hard. I started thrusting faster and harder and she groaned every time I hit bottom. The woman watched us for a few minutes and then got up and straddled my wife's head, lowering herself onto my wife's mouth. I saw a tongue flick out and start to work on the woman's clit. The two women were moaning as I plowed in and out of my wife's cunt. The sloshing noises coming from my wife's cunt were matched by the noises coming form the woman's cunt as my wife sucked her clit as hard as she could, swirling her tongue around it and sucking it into her mouth. As I started to come, the woman came too and once again, the room was filled with the loud noises of pleasure.

We rested after and I looked at the woman, really for the first time. She was older than my wife and I but she looked younger. Her breasts were firm and there was no fat around her waist. She looked at me and smiled.

"You don't know how good that felt to be fucked," she said. "It's been a long time since I've felt a real cock inside me and in my ass, well, I never thought I would enjoy it that much."

"Don't you have a husband?" my wife asked.

"No, I'm a widow with a young daughter," she said.

"How old is your daughter?" Lynn asked.

"She's eighteen."

"Where is she?"

"She's at home."

Lynn looked at her mother and then at me, raising her eyebrows and grinning widely.

"Maybe she would like to join us," she said excitedly.

"Oh, I don't think so," the woman answered quickly. "She's a little too young."

"Well, I'm eighteen and you enjoyed eating my cunt, didn't you?" Lynn asked, pouting.

"Oh yes dear, I did and I want to do it again, if you'll let me."

Lynn looked at us again with a big grin.

"Only on one condition," she said.

The woman, looked up at her and then down, at her cunt.

"You can stick your tongue up my cunt again but only if your daughter is here watching you," Lynn said, a devilish grin on her face.

The woman looked at my wife and then at me before looking back at Lynn's young cunt, inches away from her face. 

"That's not fair," she said. "You're teasing me. I don't know if my daughter would do such a thing."

"Well, let's find out. Call her and ask her to come over."

The woman hesitated and Lynn teased her again with a finger in her cunt. The woman picked up the phone and spoke to her daughter, telling her to come over to our unit. She hung up and smiled at Lynn.

"There. Are you happy now?" she asked.

Lynn just grinned at her and we waited for the woman's daughter to appear. In a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. My wife answered it and the young girl standing at the door, took a step back, looking at my wife's naked body.

"Oh, excuse me," she stammered, not taking her eyes off my wife. 'I'm looking for my mother."

"She's right here. Won't you come in?" my wife smiled at her, holding the door open for her.

The girl entered the room and saw all of us naked and stopped, looking directly at her mother. She hesitated for a minute before speaking, her eyes wide.

"What did you need mother?" she asked.

"Come here," the girl's mother beckoned to her. "Come and sit beside me."

The girl walked warily over to her mother and sat on the bed. She looked at my wife again and then at me, staring at my cock as if she had never seen one before.

"This is Marda, my daughter," the woman said, introducing us to her. "Marda, I want you to do something for me."

"Yes mother, what is it?" the girl answered quietly.

"I want you to take off your clothes and get on the bed with me and this young girl."

Marda looked around at us and then at her mother.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" she asked.

"Yes dear, I do. I want you naked and watching me as I eat this young thing's sweet cunt."

The girl blinked and looked up at Lynn who smiled back at her.

"Come on, don't be shy. Undress like I told you to."

The girl got up off the bed slowly and started to undress. When she had all her clothes off, she just stood beside the bed, looking at all of us. Her cunt was shaven and her small breasts were sticking out, her nipples hard and ripe. I looked at my wife and she was staring at the young girl's cunt, slowly licking her lips. The woman laughed and the tension was lifted a little.

"I see you would like to taste her," the woman said to my wife. "Only on one condition."

My wife looked away from the young girl's smooth cunt and looked at the woman.

"You can taste her only if I can watch you and then I want your husband to fuck her."

My wife could only nod her approval.

"First things first," the woman said. "Marda, come here and get down with me."

The girl climbed onto the bed and got between Lynn's spread legs with her mother. The woman started to lick Lynn's cunt, lapping at her clit. The girl moved a little closer and was intent on watching her mother's tongue make love to my daughter. I could hear the slurping noises the woman was making as she sucked on Lynn's clit. Lynn was starting to moan a little and the girl moved up and kissed her, pushing her tongue between Lynn's lips. Lynn grabbed her head and held her against her mouth as they tongued each other while her mother continued eating Lynn's cunt. Soon the three of them were groaning and Marda came first, moaning loudly into Lynn's mouth. Lynn and the woman came together, Lynn's juices splashing onto the woman's tongue and wetting her face. They groaned together and then rolled away from each other.

My wife was on the young girl immediately, prying her legs apart and diving into her bare cunt. I watched her tongue licking and sucking on the young girl's clit and washing her entire slit. The girl held my wife's head against her groin as she came a second time, yelling out in pleasure.

The woman motioned to me and I walked over to my wife and Marda. I stood beside Marda and aimed my cock at her mouth. She turned her head and took all of me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my head and sucking me as deep into her as she could. I could tell that she wasn't very experienced at sucking a cock but I let her suck on me for a few minutes.

The woman interrupted things.

"I want you to fuck my daughter," she said, motioning me to take my wife's place. I pulled my cock out of Marda's mouth and moved down between her legs while my wife got up and lowered herself over Marda's mouth. I aimed my cock at her small opening and thrust forward, entering her slowly. She cried out a little when I entered her but pushed against me, wanting me further inside her. I pushed until I was fully inside her and then started to slowly thrust in and out of her bare, sweet cunt. I could hear Marda's muffled voice telling me to fuck her as my wife smothered her face with her wet cunt. I plowed in and out of Marda, feeling the tightness of her cunt wrapped around my cock. I started to come and spewed my hot seed up into her, making her groan loudly into my wife's cunt. I slowly pulled out of her after I finished and Lynn dove between her legs, lapping at her cunt, sucking my come out of her as I stumbled over to sit down, all done in.

I watched the three women go at each other and then looked over at the woman. She was watching intently, Lynn eating Marda's cunt as my wife squirmed over her face. She moved behind Lynn and lapped at her cunt and I watched the four of them come again and again as they pleasured each other.

After a few minutes, they parted and were breathing heavily. The woman took a deep breather and looked at me.

"You're going to get worn out at this rate," she said, smiling slightly. "I have something I think might help us out here." 

Turning to Marda, she said, "Go home and get the kit."

Marda got up and started to put her clothes on. 

"No, don't get dressed," her mother said quickly. "Just run over and get the kit and come right back."

Marda went to the door and looked out. After a second, she disappeared and soon came back with a small bag.

"Here, give it to me," her mother directed her. 

Marda walked over and gave the bag to her mother. All of us were staring at the bag the woman held in her hand. 

"I want to show you the only thing that has kept me sane these past few years," the woman said, unzipping the bag and reaching into it. 

She pulled a long strap-on dildo out of the bag and looked around the room at us, showing off the dildo. My wife smiled at her as the woman brought the long hard fake cock to her mouth, sensually starting to suck on it. Marda was smiling at her as she watched her mother continue to suck and lick the long stick and my wife was moving closer to the bed as she stared at the dildo going in and out of the woman's mouth. Lynn was watching intently too and as Marda leaned down for a closer look, Lynn stuck two fingers in her cunt, making Marda groan and smile at her. My wife moved up and took the dildo out of the woman's mouth.

"Don't waste your time making love to that thing. Why don't you use it on me?" she asked, smiling down at the woman, who was looking at my wife's cunt. "Its not like it is the real thing but I bet it feels just as good."

The woman quickly moved down the bed as my wife got on her hands and knees and pointed her wet cunt at her, wiggling her ass a little. The woman pointed the fake dildo at my wife's cunt and quickly thrust it into her, making my wife gasp in surprise at the feeling of the huge cock. 

"How does that feel?" she asked my squirming wife.

"Oh god. That feels so good," my wife answered, lowering her head down to her arms while pushing her cunt back against the thrusts. "Oh yes. That's it. Fuck me hard and fast."

Lynn by this time had moved between Marda's thighs and was lapping at her cunt, Marda holding her head tight against her and throwing her head back, her eyes closed and moaning softly as Lynn lapped at her. I sat and watched the four of them fuck but I was too tired to do anything. The woman pulled the dildo out of my wife, much to her objections but quieted her by massaging her ass as she put the straps around her waist. The fake cock looked grotesque as it stuck straight out from the woman groin but she finished strapping it on and moved between my wife's lags and thrust it back inside her.

"Oh yes," my wife yelled as she felt the fake dildo enter her again. 'That's it. Fuck me with that huge cock. It's making me come."

The woman began thrusting faster and soon the two of them were fucking as fast as they could, the woman thrusting in and out of my wife's cunt as my wife thrust herself back against the dildo every time the woman thrust into her.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me!"

The woman was sweating profusely now and it was dripping onto my wife's back as she continued to fuck my wife's cunt. Marda was coming and she squealed in pleasure as she held Lynn's head against her cunt, spraying her juices all over Lynn's tongue and lips. After she finished coming, the two girls sat and watched the woman continue to fuck my wife. The two of them were sweating and their bodies were sliding against each other as they fucked. After a few more thrusts, my wife started coming, yelling at the woman to keep fucking her. Finally, they stopped, both of them totally exhausted. 

As my wife and the woman rested, Lynn moved over to the woman and rolled her onto her back, the fake cock sticking straight up in the air from her groin. Lynn slowly lowered herself onto the cock and started to bounce up and down on it as Marda moved up and stuck her shaven cunt in Lynn's face, asking her to suck her clit. Lynn leaned forward and I saw her tongue make contact with Marda's clit, making her groan in excitement. The three of them were now a tangled mass of female flesh, fucking and sucking, yelling and screaming as they continued. Finally, after what seemed like forever, they all came together, a jumble of limbs and juices spraying each other. They rolled away from each other, their bodies shiny with sweat. My wife moved between the three and kissed them and sucked on their breasts gently as they tried to catch their breaths. After about ten minutes, they were all relaxed but completely spent from all the love making and fucking they had done in the last hour or so.

We spent the rest of the afternoon, just sitting around and talking. No one was in the mood to fuck anymore. Finally, the woman and her daughter left and the three of us went to bed, falling into an exhausted sleep. We spent the next day with the woman and Marda and left the following day. We have since, made sure that the motel was included in our next trips and have spent many days and nights, fucking and sucking with this wonderful woman and her daughter. My wife and Lynn have become constant lovers and Lynn spends most nights in our bed, my wife's tongue far up her cunt or my hard cock, fucking her ass until we fall asleep.

It's wonderful how things have turned out and we are one happy family. I, sometimes, just can't believe that we have become so close. After all, how many fathers or husbands have two women in their lives who enjoy sex as much as they do.

On The Road Ch. 02



After Robbie left for work with Norman I decided to leave the hotel suite in case Ronnie decided to visit me. I just didn't think I could manage her after watching my husband's eyes following her every movement with purest, avid lust during the previous evening at dinner, adding to my normally high sense of insecurity, so I went looking for the beach for a bit of solitude.

I'd resolved to overcome my sexual hesitancy in giving Robbie the kind of honeymoon he'd always yearned for so, as I went past a pharmacy with a sign advertising ear-piercing, I stopped by to have a golden trainer stud popped through each lobe by a lady who was so efficient that I didn't realize that she'd finished until she held a mirror to shoe me the result. Robbie had bought me several earrings by way of hints, but having been brought up to see ear piercing as being common, catholic and Mediterranean, I didn't comply with his desires.

At the end of the town beachfront I discovered an area where both men and women wore only very minimal bathing costumes in the form of g-strings or 'thongs'. The women seemed unconcerned that the world could see their bare, tanned bosoms; bathing and playing ball or frisbee without embarrassment in view of so many men. I took a dip in my modest one-piece swimsuit then lay on my towel to sun my back with my bathers pulled down to my waist. In due course I noticed a young man looking at me and, I've no idea what came over me, rolled on to my back to expose my bare bosom. 

A few minutes later he came across and I allowed him a good look before I jumped and appeared to be startled at his presence and pulled up my bathers to cover myself. He seemed unfazed as he propositioned me in the most basic terms, before making the offer of his spouse for mine as a foursome when I declined, appearing extremely put out when I rejected any manner of sexual contact with either he or his wife. 

'God, what have I done?' I thought in a panic, cringing inwardly while I resolved never to uncover my boobs in public again. It was clearly my lewd behaviour that had caused my discomfiture; His way of warning me.

I spent the rest of that unhappy day in the suite, ignoring knocks on the door and the ringing telephone, but on a stroll around town that evening I was appalled to be greeted by the rude man and his wife, then horrified to hear my husband tell me that swinging love was a popular passtime among the locals and that he wouldn't be averse to trying it with Ronnie and Norm who 

practised it. 

I then found my holiday environment to be marriage-threatening instead of the happy idyll that I'd imagined it would be. It suddenly seemed that the apparently popular local cultural activity had a real potential to wreck my matrimonial bliss if Robbie was persuaded to sample some sexual favours of loose and uninhibited lovers who would be on the lookout for any new talent in town. I was certain that he'd be able to discern the vast gulf between my performance in sex and that of more experienced and sexually adventurous women. How could I compete with Veronica who, in spite of being around twenty years my senior, was no old boiler, but a very sexy lady. She wouldn't need to try too hard at all if she really wanted Robbie; I could see how much he desired her since finding out just how available she was.

My immediate thought was to leave for home, but Rob couldn't go with me and it meant leaving him to the mercy of all those predatory and adulterous females. I had to stay, I realized, but would have to keep a tight rein on him and make the effort to satisfy all his physical needs. Funnily enough this seemed much more attractive than it ever had until then and I realized that I felt no guilt at our recent, less-than-restrained sexual bouts.

There was a knock at the door which interrupted my thoughts as the major source of my concern dropped in to take me to the shops. I was swept along by Ronnie who showed me the best stores and places of historical interest around the town, apparently unconcerned at my reticence until we'd stopped for lunch at a restaurant where she seemed to be a favourite customer.

"What is it Deby?" she enquired gently. "You seem to be out of sorts? You and Rob had a fight or something?"

"It's not that. It's nothing really."

"Share it with me. I'm a good listener and I don't gossip, promise."

I thought silently for a long moment.

"Rob says that wife-swapping is full-on here and I'm sure he wants to try it," I suddenly blurted out to her.

"And?"

"I really couldn't do anything like that and I'm scared that he'll go off with someone else if they're better in bed than me."

"I haven't seen that happen."

"Never?"

"No. I know of two couples who made a reciprocal exchange of spouses, but that was after ten years of free-loving. It was all very civilized."

"You do it?"

"Yes."

"Why."

"Well, because I can and I do enjoy the change. It's good for one's self-image to be desirable at my age. I like all the friends I do it with, males and females, while Norman enjoys it too. We have a real committment to each other; married thirty-one years and a couple for thirty-two, that's forever. I really can't imagine waking in the morning without him beside me, 'though it has happened."

"You're not jealous?"

"No, because it's a mutual thing. I really do like our female friends and all our men have fairly similar interests; as well as shagging us all quiteregularly, I mean. Norm's biggest turn on is still watching me receiving a vigourous rogering at the hands of another bloke."

"Do you fancy Robbie?"

"'Course."

"I know he fancies you."

"Men are pretty obvious, aren't they?"

I nodded and laughed lightly, beginning to enjoy her company.

"It's good to see you laugh," she told me sincerely. "I'd really like you to enjoy yourself here and take some happy memories home with you. There's no pressure to join our games if you're not comfortable with the idea, but you're welcome if you get the urge."

"I don't think so, but thanks for asking."

"And Rob's safe from me 'til you give me the nod. Mind you, I can't speak for any other of the girls he might meet." 

I blushed hotly as I realized she was empowering me with the decision as to how Rob behaved in the immediate future and that it was one that could change our relationship irrevocably, whatever I decided.

"So how did you get involved in swinging?" I asked Ronnie later, feeling more relaxed as we motored out of the town precincts.

"Oh it was quite a spontaneous thing really, although we had had the talk most couples seem to have, you know, the one where he suggests trying nooky with other couples, she says 'no-way' and the whole thing is left hanging. I did think about it, but mainly from the point of view of a sexual fantasy over sex with several of our male friends, but I didn't let on to Norm and he didn't really pursue the matter. Our love life was pretty active, even after the kids came along, although there was certainly a lack of new stuff to try out.

Then my schooldays' best friend came back to town to live and we took she and her hubby out on our boat for a long weekend. We took to swimming 'sans knickers' in the secluded bays and, with a goodly supply of gargle to lower our inhibitions, we soon developed a fairly intimate atmosphere around us and made love in the same bed, right next to each other, on the first night. On the following day we were all constantly horny and Pauline and I agreed to make ourselves available for shagging each time our guy got an erection. As soon as one couple got into it the other pair became aroused and we were 

all at it again in a vicious circle of sex, all day. It was so obvious that the guys were most aroused by the sight of the other's wife in fucking and Pauline was displaying more than a seemly interest in Norm's rather larger tool because she asked how it felt inside me. As it was the only penis I'd known until then I had no basis for comparison, but Bill overheard our chat and offered to give me a taste of his cock in action. Pauline dared me, as did Norm, while I dared them in return and it all led to an amicable exchange of spouses. Once the ice was broken a new and loving relationship developed between all four of us over subsequent years and we've quite considerably expanded our circle of friends since then."

"No regrets then?"

"None at all. I know there are people who see me as a harlot, but I bet they're not getting as much fun from life as I am. Anyhow, I like the idea of being dissapproved of by the wowsers of the world."

"You're not afraid of social diseases?" 

"Not with the other married couples. We've avoided contact with people we haven't liked the look of or the way they've spoken of sex. Our group is of just ordinary folks who are careful about healthy relationships with others they like socially, as well as in a more personal way. It doesn't make any sense otherwise."

"I can see that."

I felt quite differently about Ronnie then, realizing that I actually had nothing to fear from her and I'd guessed that she'd told me the whole truth about her sex life. It certainly had the ring of truth to it and she'd made me feel that I could rely on her for any help in the future. While I still couldn't see swinging as a pastime for me, it no longer concerned me to be 

associated with one who indulged.

We turned off the black top road and traveled along an unmade track until we emerged from the trees at a beach of whitest sand and clear water. There weren't any swimmers nearby and the coconut palms made it the paradise I'd envisaged before leaving home. Ronnie took her shoulder bag and led the way to a shady spot at the high-water mark where she stripped nude.

"Coming in?" asked Ronnie.

"I've never swum nuddy," I gulped as I noticed people arriving further up the beach.

"There's a cozzie inside my bag if you want it," she called back over her shoulder as she trotted down to the water's edge with her tanned bosom and brown buttocks bobbing and jiggling freely. She was deeply tanned all over, whereas my tan was the golden variety from short spells in a solarium.

I was relieved at the offer of a swimming costume until I delved into the bag and found a frilly, gold g-string of stretch lycra that would leave the wearer as good as nude, but nothing more. The new arrivals were displaying areas of pale skin in bathing nude for the first time and so, badly wanting to swim, pulled my panties down and donned the scanty golden garment before taking off my sundress and brassiere. With my arms folded over my breasts I ran into the ocean to join Veronica and delight in the lovely sensations of real freedom imparted by moving seawater on my bare body. 

"Good?" asked Ronnie.

"Lovely," I replied enthusiastically. "Sensual actually."

"We'll make a hedonist of you yet," she chuckled kindly.

I smiled self-consciously on comprehending that I was profoundly enjoying something that would have been just unthinkable as recently as that morning. Ronnie had lured me into it with art and sensitivity which gave me an even greater respect for her because she was what she was, honest and open about her views, without pretentions, unlike many wealthy people I'd met through my sporting career. I wished I could be that way with Rob, especially after his attempt to communicate with me what he'd like to try while we're so far from home and being unable to suggest swinging due to my prudishness. I was surprised to find that my visualizing Rob screwing with Ronnie didn't cause real jealousy or feel like grounds to end our marriage, although I wasn't ready to sanction it immediately.

"So how many men have you...you know, made love with?" I asked shyly.

"Oh, it's at least sixty now, perhaps even seventy. I'd have to count my holes," she smiled, pulling her hair back from her ears to reveal a lot of rings and studs right around the outer edges of each. "I get another after the first time with every new bloke I enjoy a nooky with. I've got them in my belly-button, soft lips of my quim and my nose, but I dont wear them all the time, just special occasions."

"Rob wants me to have my ears pierced, but my mum always said it was too common, like tattoos."

"Sounds like my mother. She said they're only for 'wogs' or the peasantry of the world and would be quite appalled at all my tatts and rings, but it turns Norm right on."

"You've got tattoos too?"

"Just the one," she grinned, turning to display a multi-colored, stylized butterfly on one broad buttock.

The foursome who'd been noisily frolicking in the sea were suddenly quiet as Ronnie indicated in their direction with a nod.

"Now that's a lovely way to spend an afternoon," she murmured wistfully.

I looked around to see all four close together as the jerking, nodding of their heads made it prettly obvious that they were doing a bit more than just holding hands beneath the surface.

"Oh!" I squeaked with blushing realization and my hand flew to my mouth. "Oh, they're doing it." 

"Not an uncommon sight around here," Ronnie laughed lightly. "You want to get Rob up here and give it a whirl." 

My initial reaction was to dismiss the suggestion, but a moment's thought changed my mind as I imagined an intimate, loving interlude in the warm sea with Rob. It caused me a glow that I didn't immediately recognize as sexual desire for a physical encounter with a man; not any particular male person I realized with surprise, just a man. I shook the thought from my mind and followed Ronnie back up the beach to lie on my towel in the shade of a huge tree, feeling more-than-a-little uncomfortable at being both nude and horny in public and desiring to get home to the hotel. The only method I knew to ease my need was to diddle my clitty, an activity which caused me enormous guilt and which I'd never revealed to Robbie as the objects of my fantasies were always other men from the silver screen. I'd never really considered the possibility of realizing my fantasies until that moment because the concept still seemed too embarrassing to contemplate, but if I did ever stray from the chaste path I could never admit it to Rob after my having previously so adamantly opposed the matter.

To my horror we were joined by two other couples and I rolled over on to my front in an attempt to hide my bountiful bosom from view. Vern and Evelyn were our hosts at the hotel and old friends of Norman and Ronnie while Mark and Lisa were visitors like me. As Eve and the two guys stripped off I saw that she too had a butterfly tattoo on her bum and gold studs in her navel. Lisa made no move to undress and sat beside me as the rest went to swim. In a very short time it became obvious that all of them were engaged in sexual congress in the sea; Evelyn and Mark pairing off after Vern and Ronnie got something straight between them. 

"Are you into swinging too?" Lisa enquired shyly.

"No!" I told her firmly.

"Me neither, yet anyway."

"But you want to?"

"I don't know really. We talked about it all last night and I agreed that he could do it if he wanted, but I'm still really hesitant."

"It's all new to me too. The idea of getting another man's member inside scares me to death, but the thought of it excites me too."

"Funny isn't it. You daydream about other guys, but when your opportunity comes around you're scared. I'm just so randy I could burst, but just can't let myself go and just do it with a lot of people about, even if they do it too."

We remained quite silent for a time, each of us deep in thought about the possibilities confronting us. Soon the others returned in a mood of jocular excitement, the mens' penises swinging slackly and the ladies' vulvas puffy and reddish from where I lay on the sand. Eve's crotch had been completely depilated except for a circle of fur on her mound while Ronnie's vulva was surrounded by a thin elipse of similarly fine fur. Eve was truly statuesque with huge, natural breasts, broad hips and a fit, tanned-all-over body like Ronnie's.

"Not going in, love," Mark asked Lisa.

She gave me an enquiring look and I nodded before she got up to unbutton her sundress to reveal a tall, pale, slender body clad in an turquoise blue bikini. I stood up to reveal my bosom to all present and she hesitated only momentarily before untying her bra to bare her lovely tits with big nipples and swollen areolae, covering them with an arm as we strolled down the sand and waded out to chest deep water. Like me she found the sensation of nude bathing to be extremely sensual and quickly discarded her briefs and threw them to the beach.

Neither of us were in any hurry to leave the water and display our charms to the rest, but were eventually joined by the two blokes. I hadn't noticed Ronnie and Eve dressing and was in something of a panic on seeing their two vehicles heading back up the track again. Vern reassured me that everything was under control, but the minibus was required back in town for some early arrivals at the pub. Ronnie would be back to pick us up, in due course.

Vernon became attentive to Lisa who then appeared rather more inclined to accept his advances, allowing him to fondle her breasts and putting her arm about his shoulders when he reached down to explore the more intimate areas of her anatomy.

"Oooooh you are excited," she whispered excitedly, having obviously found his cock with her hand. "Did I cause all that?"

"Of course," he chuckled. "He wants to make friends with the furry little thing here."

Her whole person jerked as his finger thrilled her, then fixed him with a long, serious look before glancing at Mark who grinned self-consciously as she led Vern out of the water. She salaciously wiggled her wide, pale, but lovely bottom as they walked to the rocks which marked the end of the beach.

"She's going to do it," breathed Mark.

"How do you feel about that?"

He took my hand and folded my fingers around his erect cock. "Like this," he whispered excitedly.

I gripped his hard dick for only a moment, out of curiosity, then quickly pulled my hand away on realizing what I was doing.

"You don't like it?" he asked disconsolately.

"I can't," I told him regretfully. "It's not you Mark, but I've only just found out about swinging and haven't got used to the idea."

"You might try it then, later?"

"I wouldn't hold my breath waiting if I were you."

"Well if you won't make love with me, how about giving me hand-relief?"

"No!"

"Go on?"

"No."

"Please. I'm really desperate imagining what Lisa's getting into herself around the corner there. Pretty please?"

I looked at his pleading face as I'd often looked at Robbie's in the past, a nice face, and felt his need for a female body. My own sexual desire was, unusually, growing inexorably, although I was sure I could wait until I got back to the hotel for relief.

"Please?" he begged again. "I won't tell anyone if you do, I promise."

My inhibitions had been lowered slightly by the few glasses of wine whichI'd consumed and I took pity on him.

"Okay, but only with my hand," I agreed, wishing almost instantly that I hadn't spoken. 

Having then made the commitment I grasped his organ and rubbed it gently, enjoying the knowledge that I was giving pleasure when he sighed and rolled his hips. He moved behind me with hands on my shoulders to make it a little easier to slide my hand along the entire length of his shaft, then began to fondle my boobs. When I didn't protest he slid his hand down my flat belly and under the waist elastic of my g-string to cup my pussy.

"No!" I told him firmly and pulled his hand away from my tingling cunt.

We continued as before, but after a few minutes he stopped thrusting his hips. "It's no good, I'm not going to spoof like this," he groaned. "Can I put it between your thighs, you squeeze them together hard?"




On The Road Ch. 02



I was initially doubtful about this proposition, but if I kept my thighs close together I had nothing to fear from him. He got right behind me as I clamped my knees tightly to provide his sliding prick with friction against the smooth flesh of my inner thighs, gripping my waist firmly as he lustily thrust his hips to my rear. I thrilled sensually as he tweaked and twiddled my nipples again and made no complaint as his eager hand found my pussy for the second time. I thought I'd allow him to have a little longer down there, but when his finger pressed my swollen pearl I decided to enjoy it for just a moment longer before pulling his hand out.

I really felt quite strange in that I'd relaxed my normal moral behaviour to a point below which I'd have been comfortable with even Rob and was then enjoying the power which I also had over Mark's desire for me as a sexually attractive object for his lust. I had begun to feel somewhat matronly since having my children and thought that men preferred nubile, adolescent bodies as their fantasy figures; never ever suspecting an interest in fuller, more mature women as their partners in sinful sex. All I had to do, I knew, was give the nod to fill his need for me and my passion pouch with his grateful dick. A sense of inevitability took a grip on my consciousness as I quicklyresolved to tell Robbie that it would be fine by me if he wanted to have it off with Ronnie; my resolve to remain chaste severely tested by Mark's busy fingers on my most intimate part. I was so near to yielding that I knew I'd have to be very careful not to find myself in that position in the future.

As things transpired I had little say in my fate. Mark, who had cunningly planned his move on me, lifting my feet from the sand while parting my legs and using his knees to hold them apart, bent me forward from the waist and cupping a hand over my vulva to direct his stiff penis upward and into my juicy vagina. I wriggled and writhed in his strong grasp, making suitable sounds of outrage, without actually ridding my pouch of his uninvited cock which slid so easily in and out of me. 

"Let me turn around," I gasped, "I'm going to drown like this."

He relaxed his grip and I kicked away from him to remain beyond his reach.

"What are you doing?" he groaned. "I thought you were ready for it."

"You raped me, you bastard!" I spat the word for the first time ever.

"Is that what you really think?"

"You took advantage of me."

"I did and I'm truly sorry Deby, but you seemed so horny and ready in the way you were moving."

"Well it's not surprising with what you were doing to me."

"I thought you liked it," he mumbled lamely. "Didn't you?"

"Yes," I admitted, "but I didn't want to go all the way, not with a total stranger."

"You can't say we're strangers now."

"True," I winced.

I think he suddenly comprehended my true feelings about what he'd done to me and felt afraid of any consequences.

"Please don't hate me? I really thought you were just playing with me and eventually give in and let me. Please don't tell Lisa or anybody else about it, please? I'll never even mention sex to you again, I promise."

I was in somewhat of a bind as I couldn't just walk away from him because the others would pick up on the tension between us and I did not want to be seen as a wowser in present company. Besides, I wasn't too sure as to what kind of signals I'd sent in agreeing to wank him off and his brief intromission hadn't exactly been the 

'fate-worse-than-death' experience that I'd been warned about at our church youth club. It had been too quick to be pleasurable, but it wasn't the sort of thing that would leave me emotionally scarred or traumatized for life.

"Okay, you're forgiven," I told him. "Tell me about you and Lisa."

"Well, I'm her second hubby, she's seven years older than me and she used to be my sunday school teacher, believe it or not. Her first husband was a wife beater so she left him and I persisted 'til she took me seriously, not just seeing me as the kid who's been infatuated with her since he was at primary school. We were both sexually repressed and have made every effort to try a lot of new stuff until swinging became the next thing on the list. She was fairly reluctant about it until just now, but seems to have shed all of hermisgivings because she was really hot to trot with Vern when they went off to get it on."

"Do you want to watch her with another guy?" I asked him hesitantly.

"Oh yes! That's my favourite fantasy."

"Why?"

"Dunno really. I reckon its got something to do with me wanting her to be more than just a housewife and my sexually exclusive property. The concept of her being sinful and sharing her loving favours around appeals to me, as well as the opportunity for me to sample other ladies wares of course."

"So how were Eve's wares?"

"Oh great!" he enthused. "She showed me things I didn't know ladies could do with their pussies."

"Like what?"

"Tightening her vagina on my prick. I mean really tighten it, like having my dick in a length of bike tube!"

"You don't think you'd be tempted to leave her for an even more liberated woman?"

"Never!" he cried, sounding almost offended at my suggestion. "There will never be anyone else for me. Our relationship is going to evolve, but she's the eternal love of my life; always has been. Besides, Eve's too old for me"

"Even after she's been with a lot of men?"

"Especially then, a woman of the world."

"That's what my husband says too, but I find it a bit hard to accept."

"Believe it Deby. He's past wanting a shy little woman to make a home and have the kids. Now he wants an exciting lady as his partner in sin, a sexy, liberated woman who knows what she likes and gets it."

"You accept that, totally?"

"Well it seems to have worked for Vern and Eve and their friends, I think I do."

"So they say."

"You're unconvinced?"

"I s'pose I'm envious really. They enjoy a lifestyle that thumbs its nose at convention and the usual rules of society that we all obey. It seems too good to be so, without a downside. Mind you, I think I've been ignoring the obvious for some time now and do know someone who's been into it and I just haven't believed her."

"I've begun to think about staying up here, if Lisa tells me she's had a good experience with it. I just don't want to go back now. It'll be hard to start a new career, but worth it."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. All I have to do is convince Lisa, but I think she's ready to try a new lifestyle now."

"I'd say she's doing that as we speak," I chuckled lewdly.

"Oh Jesus! Please don't remind me," he groaned. "I was trying to lose all this horny tension."

"Over Lisa sampling the forbidden fruit with Vernon or do you still fancy me for a bit of physical relief?"

"Don't tease Deby, please!" he begged. "I really am sorry about my crude presumtion of your availability, but you're being unfair now."

"I'm not teasing," I breathed in reassurance as I slid up behind him and flattened my soft breasts against his muscular back before reaching down to grasp his stiff tool.

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"What changed your mind?"

"I don't know, but don't make me rationalize it because I might suddenly see things differently. Let's just say that I'm surprised I feel this way. I now want to try it as I have the opportunity to do that without any other person knowing about it. That's the condition, you mention it to absolutely nobody, agreed?"

"Absolutely!"

I released my hold on him and pushed my g-string down my legs and hung it about my neck. We came together in a comfortable embrace where I could feel him trembling as violently as I at the prospect of a new sexual dalliance with an attractive stranger, he grasping my buttocks as I slid my arms high up around his neck and kissed him deeply with my busily probing tongue. He lifted and I raised my legs to encircle his body as I reached down below my bottom to guide his hard cock to my furry quim. We sighed hotly as his knob made contact with my vulvar cleft and gasped joyfully as it parted my plump labia to slide his whole shaft inside me with voluptuous ease.

"Feels familiar," I giggled salaciously.

"Feels gorgeous."

He made his cock pulsate by tightening and relaxing his sphincter muscles and persuaded me to emulate his action. I tentatively did so and found that I could clamp my sheath on his cock to reciprocate his movement. 

"You feel so nice," he told me quietly. "You've got a hard body like Eve. Lisa's is rather soft."

"I feel really bad."

He looked momentarily alarmed.

"I mean bad as in naughty or wicked," I reassured him. "This is as sinful as I've ever been."

"Naughty but nice," he grinned.

"It is actually," I murmured dreamily, leaning back to the fullest extent of my arms to gently roll my hips against his. 

"Look Deby, your tits are floating."

Under normal circumstances I would have been rather put out at my breasts being described as 'tits'; I'd developed breasts at the age of ten and was already a thirty-five at twelve despite strenuous physical training for sport, so boys enjoyed comments on my handicap in loud stagewhispers behind cupped hands. However, in the course of promiscuous and adulterous sexual activity it seemed entirely appropriate as they were indeed bouyant and had returned to the shape they'd been when they were rubbery and hard before motherhood. More than half their bulk was above the sea's surface and I arched my back to lift them higher, letting him suck and nip at my swollen brown nipples, then joining our lips to kiss deeply once more. 

"You're really hot when you get started," he grinned amiably.

"I've never been like this before," I explained honestly. "I hadn't much enjoyed sex until quite recently; just following Rob's lead. All this is so completely new and unexpected and I feel strangely liberated and daring. I don't even think I'm going to feel guilty at my cheating because it's just sex; no need for any romantic stuff because we don't even know each other. Just a body for a bit of rough sex to release the sexual tension."

"Rough?" 

"Rough as opposed to romantic, not abusive, you know, having sex for its own sake, just for fun and pleasure."

"Plain old fucking for the pleasure."

"I wouldn't express it that way, but yes, that's what I really mean."

"Say it."

"What?"

"That you want a good, old-fashioned fucking for the sake of your senses,just for the pleasure and fun of it."

"No!"

"Go on."

"I don't talk that way."

"It'll turn me on to hear you say it."

I looked into his grinning face and understood that he wanted my complete debauchery.

"I want a good, old-fashioned fucking Mark," I whispered huskily. "I want you to fuck me bandy, if you reckon you're up to it."

I leaned back at arms' length again, using my encircling legs to pull his gently thrusting hips harder to my spread crotch, urging him on with fervid sounds of real pleasure. His short, thick cock slid so deliciously into and out of my hungry cunt as I experienced unrestrained sexual pleasure for the first time; wild, wet and slippery, our excited, quivering bodies straining together to achieve the blissful release of orgasm to celebrate my newfound and unexpectedly enjoyable introduction to sexual intimacy in another man's arms. The sensation of being draped around Mark's pumping, trembling person was so much more voluptuous than I had imagined a mere casual nooky to be, despite the fact that he was thrusting with a monotonously male regularity, causing me to urge him to greater efforts in the kind of language that I'd previously found so morally repugnant. However as it would certainly be the only time that I'd ever screw with him it didn't really matter what I said or did.

His more vigourous thrusting increased my excitement to a step above last evening's memorable sex and I bucked fiercely with grinding hips to provide maximum friction between my tingling clitty and the veiny shaft of his wet, sliding tool until the very first spasmodic thrill of climax gripped my delerious body.

"Oooooooh...Christ!" I blasphemed without inhibition. "Oooooh shit! Ooooh I'm coming Mark!"

His response was an unintelligible grunting sound as he also succumbed to the ecstacy of orgasm; our hotly convulsing bodies clasped tightly together in a joyous, gasping embrace of shared pleasure.

"Well?" asked Mark when our sensual ardour had eventually subsided, while our love-tackle remained coupled.

Even after our intimate contact I felt myself blush at having to consider 

a response to his enquiry.

"Not bad," I told him quietly.

"Is that all?"

"Very nice actually."

"Not thrilling or exciting or even pleasurable?"

"You know it was," I told him patiently. "But I have a funny feeling over my moral position right now. I've been truly unfaithful to my husband by my adultery; something I never thought I'd even consider, but right now I feel pleased at having experienced your love, although I'm really not sure I'll ever go further with it now."

"Not even with the lovely man who showed you how much fun it was to be so naughty."

"Especially with him," I giggled. "You're an evil seducer and ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"I'm not!" he pouted in the manner of a small child. "I'm just trying to make nice ladies happy."

"And yourself, mainly yourself."

"Well you can't condemn me for desiring to sample the favours of all the lovely ladies who've been out of bounds until now. I think I know how a kid with carte blanche at the candy store feels."

"Well, you won't have time to miss mine after what I've heard about local wives, because there are so many females looking for a bit of new talent on the recreational sex scene."

His flaccid tool eventually drooped from my quim and I put my g-string on before we returned to our towels and had another glass of wine. To my utter astonishment Mark's prick became very quickly erect again and I momentarily considered another relieving nooky, but forgot about it on seeing Lisa and Vern rounding the rocks at the end of the cove. 

"Oh, didn't Deby look after you?" Lisa enquired huskily upon noticing her husband's stiff dick.

He shook his head sadly.

"Never mind, my darling," she giggled lasciviously and gulped her drink, "I'll look after you."

They strolled hand-in-hand back along the sand and disappeared behind the headland.

"You fibbed," said Vern.

"I didn't say a word," I responded.

"Mark lied then."

"About what?"

"You and he having it off."

"We didn't."

"You did."

"How could you possibly know? You weren't here."

"He left fingerprints."

"Pardon?"

"There are five little bruises the size and pattern of four fingers and a thumb on each buttock."

I twisted my body to look and found that he was right."

"Oh shit!" I groaned. "Please don't let on."

I gabbled out an explanation of sorts and he grinned sympathetically. "It's okay. Your secret's safe with me."

He was a nice bloke, I decided, forty-odd, balding and tending to portly, fully tanned and quietly confident in manner. His penis was a larger, even broader version of Mark's, but uncircumcised and I stared as it slowly rose to full erection under my gaze.

"No quid pro quo?" I asked coyly before comprehending the provocation in the query. 

"That would be blackmail. I'm not interested in having any playmate under duress, it'd be no fun at all."

"Playmate?" I giggled, seriously tickled by the expression and its social connotations. "Suggests sin at kindergarten; so young and easy."

"You don't like it?"

"I do actually. Sounds nicer than 'female swinger' or 'swapper'. It seems rather apt in view of my recent experience and now that I've given it a bitof thought. Playmate, playmate," I said the word to myself several times to savour it.

"I suppose I've forgotten now, but I guess there must have been a time we felt trepidation over starting all this. There have been so many playmates that it's only just a game now, a bit of fun for friends who appreciate the occasional change of sexual scenery; a new face or body."

"Any face or body."

"Not really," he murmured reflectively. "I've never had a yen for younger ladies, teens, not that they're likely to ask me for a bit. I'd much prefer a woman over thirty because they can differentiate between love and sex and they know what they like or they want."

"I've lived a very sheltered life in that regard," I told him. "I'm just beginning to understand that the average sexually active high school senior better understands her desires than I do."

"Oh?"

"I've always been a represser until recently and gained a strange feeling that there's a little more to love and sex than I've been led to believe. I really do love Rob so much and in allowing myself to feel the full pleasure of sex with him I think I've taken a positive step in our relationship, but now I've done this with Mark."

"You feel remorseful?"

"That's it!" I cried. "I should, but I don't! Not even a little. I've had what can only be described as a wantonly promiscuous sexual bout and I feelabsolutely no regret at all over having done it. In fact, I even feel a bit pleased with myself because I enjoyed it, the sinfulness and the pleasure, but I just can't get used to the idea of sharing that sort of thing with my husband. It just seems a little too depraved."

"Don't worry," he smiled encouragingly. "Give it some time and you'll be surprised at what you find yourselves doing in front of each other. You're obviously coming into your sexual prime so you'll find your need for sex is actually increasing so I don't reckon you'll have any difficulty in showing off when you feel the need. Just accept it for what it is; a bit of fun, no strings or committment and only the pleasure is a serious matter."

"So what's the most exciting thing you've seen Eve do?"

He considered it for a moment. "Two things come to mind: the first time she did it with another woman and the first time she satisfied three blokes at the same time. She'd always been a bit shy, modest perhaps, except with me, but after the first few times she was right into it and ready to fulfil any of my fantasies. We've had full-on love and sex since then, both as a couple and with groups of our friends. She's also keen on the odd workaday 'quickie' around the hotel, mainly with me, but any suitable, handy blokes if I'm not." 

"It's not nymphomania?" I asked, aghast.

"No," he assured me. "Nymphos take serious risks in their vain search for satisfaction, you know, a promiscuous selection of partners. Eve's still a fairly cautious soul, even with guys we know, having an instinct about who not to make it with. We've never had any kind of infection so I'm sure it's more than just luck."

"And it excites you to know she's putting herself about?"

"I feel wonderful knowing my once ordinary wife is a liberated woman and my partner and equal in every way: no nonsense with the banks requiring my signature on papers and no thought of her asking my permission when any guy takes her fancy for sex. We had a period where things weren't too exciting and I dreamt of a free-loving heroine in a sarong, not slutty, but elegant and sophisticated like a courtesan who enjoys casual interludes of pleasure with guys. Eve's surpassed my fantasies since we first swung."

"There's a part of me that would like to be like that, but the other part still clings to moral conservatism."

"Do you want to be a liberated freelover, in your heart?"

"I think I do really," I frowned as I considered what I really wanted. "I think I'd like to tell the world to shove it."

"I think you've decided Deby," he smiled.

"On today's performance you mean?"

"No, that was the culmination of something you'd begun earlier, when you found out about our sexual customs here, but now that you've met some of us you're less appalled because we're pretty normal and don't look at all like Dorien Grey's portrait. Meeting us got you wondering how it feels to swing, how you'd feel making it with another guy or was it to get back at Rob for suggesting it? Then you saw your opportunity to try it in an ideal setting where we were all doing it, it was appropriate and it would be kept secret. Correct?"




On The Road Ch. 02



"Except for the secret part. I don't know that I ever consciously thought of a squaring with Rob, not that it's valid, in hindsight. When I was ready for Mark I think I could have accommodated any man around just then. It was great with him though, he's cute, as my daughter likes to say, enthusiastic about my matronly charms."

"Not without reason." he smiled amiably.

"Is that a veiled proposition?"

"A compliment and an observation of fact."

"Thank you, kind Sir," I smiled happily in the knowledge that I was about to fall gladly into the sin of adultery once more. "I suppose I must offer you my favours on the strength of that." 

"I'd accept gratefully."

He kneeled beside me and cupped one smooth breast in his soft, warm hand, kissing my mouth gently before I took a tentative hold on his erect prick, unable to close my fingers around its girth as it jerked with the thrill of my touch.

"He's very aroused," I giggled with a coy blush.

"Oh, he's in no great hurry," he chuckled. "He wants to give you the full satisfaction of good sex before he goes down again."

He tugged at my g-string, but I stopped him.

"Not here," I breathed urgently. "Is there somewhere quiet in the bush?"

He helped me to my feet and waited when I shook sand from my towel before modestly wrapping it around my body, then took my hand to lead me into the trees to a shady spot in the thick undergrowth where the sand was carpeted with dry leaves.

"Nobody will see us here," he assured me quietly.

I smiled demurely, then spread my towel on top of the leafy mattress and, having all ready signalled my willingness to couple with him, shed the last vestiges of reserve to encourage his wooing of my trembling, expectant body.

"Ooooooh Vern! Oooooh ye-e-esss! Ooooh it's lovely!" I gabbled inanely as he moulded and massaged my soft boobs, tweaking and sucking the thick, hard nipples before his tongue found my navel and an exploring digit delved deep into my warm, welling vagina. The busy digit sought my swollen clitoris to thrill me violently as it pressed and circled, before he slid down to apply his mouth to my focus of pleasure as I gleefully spread my thighs to him. I don't actually remember experiencing that kind of intense pleasure prior to that moment; it was earth-shattering. When I came a moment later I actually fainted, recovered quickly and felt him moving forward above me. Although I was still somewhat confused, I knew that the last thing I needed right then was another penis inside me, but I just couldn't make the right noises and he was on me and in me before I was able to prevent it. He lifted his lower hip as he rolled back to face me on our sides as I instinctively pushed my thigh under his waist, the other over the top, before he rammed his pelvis hard to my weary hips.

So intense was the pleasure, it was simply too much for me and I lost all control. Though I remember coming repeatedly after he entered me, the rest is just a blur and I next remember his sucking and kissing my breasts after he came. I felt quite profoundly embarrassed at my performance and said so.

"Oh Jesus, Deby," he told me, "I should be appologizing to you. I didn't understand how high you were after I'd eaten your cunt and went straight in. I'll know next time and it'll be much better for both of us."

I nodded my agreement. While I wasn't seriously bothered about whether or not Mark got into my knickers again, Vern would be an absolute certainty in my need to get it right with him. I'd accepted that I was going to have sex with him with far less hesitation than I'd experienced with Robbie over all those years previously, so it really was important for me to achieve a kind of closure in the matter at hand.

On hearing Lisa's voice we went back to the bags and spread our towels in time to see Ronnie drive up just before the others appeared strolling along the beach. Eve had been held back by business so Ronnie took Mark into the sea for a bit of exercise, followed along by Vern and Lisa. I put my dress back on to hide my marked posterior and when the others emerged after their carnal caper we piled into Ronnie's car to return to the hotel.

"Did you give it a try?" she asked when the others left us.

"No," I fibbed, "but I really don't mind if you and Robbie want to get it together tonight. I feel a bit more relaxed about it all after a couple of conversations I've had today."

She grinned happily and gave me a wink before leaving.

I had a drink in the bar and waited until after Robbie had returned from work and gone up before I followed him. My timing was perfect as he was inthe midst of undressing for the shower and when he was in I stripped to get in with him, persuading him to lift me by the buttocks as we made love. Not only was our love-making great, I had a quite intense orgasm again, I also had an explanation for the bruises on my bum. 

Carol had given me a black, stretch, tube dress with spaghetti straps for a sports award night, but I'd never worn it out of inate modesty. I'd tried it on, to Rob's surprise, but he said it didn't look right with those thick bra straps and clearly visible panties which he thought tended to squash my buttocks together and lose their roundness. He suggested that I didn't wear underclothing with it, an idea I found risible until I saw he was serious. It did look better, on somebody else, but I accepted his suggestion after a degree of verbal arm-twisting, even painting my nails red and exchanging my new ear studs with gold hoops with his help. I also put a thick, gold chain bracelet around an ankle to please my man.

To my relief, Norman didn't stare or pay too much undue attention, unlike Robbie who was behaving in the most solicitous manner towards Ronnie, so I surmised that she'd passed him the word about my reluctance to accommodate other blokes tools. After dinner I left Robbie with Ronnie in her luxurious kitchen and Norm called out that we were going to see the fish. 

"Want to watch," he chuckled and I nodded my acceptance.

We went up outdoor, wooden stairs to a sundeck/balcony.

"Ssssssssh," he hissed as we tiptoed across the timber floor, not easy in my high heels.

He pointed down to the brightly lit kitchen window where I saw Ronnie now sitting on the bench as Rob sucked her bare nipples and I felt Norm move in behind me to cup my breasts. On finding I wore no bra he gently pulled down my shoulder straps and then the bodice of my dress to bare my bosom to the evening breeze, then grasped both to fondle and knead the silky, soft flesh in his big, smooth hands before pinching and twisting each thrilling nipple in turn. He wanted to kiss my mouth, but not wanting him to smudge my lipstick, put him off. His hips were thrusting almost imperceptibly against my bottom where I felt an intriguingly big, solid protuberance which I grasped out of curiosity, without any thought as to the signal that this would send to him. He continued to massage my breasts in one hand while the other reached down and then back up my thigh to cup my unclad vulva. I'd realized then that it would be unfair to him to cease proceedings now that I'd handled his penis, so I accepted the inevitability of his fucking me and Rob's finding out.

By now Ronnie was busy sucking Robbie's familiar tool and I opened Norm's pants to release his rampant horniness, finding it much too thick for me to close my hand around and jerking at the thrill of fingers on my clitty and inside my drooling vagina. Kissing my bare shoulders he rolled my hem up to above my waist and my bodice down until my little-black-number was not more than a six-inch, black cummerbund at my waist. Robbie was nibbling Ronnie's pussy as I braced my arms against the balcony railing and thrust out my bum with my feet apart, Norman's bulbous knob making us both jump excitedly at first contact, then thrill erotically at the pleasure of its parting my wet vulvar lips and sliding right inside me with ridiculous ease. I had thought that there might have been a little more resistance than eventuated, but my unintentionally sluttish day had obviously put paid to that. 

Norm thrust his pelvis slowly but strenuously to me, his corrugated belly pounding lustily against my flexing buttocks with that rapturous rhythm of carnal pleasure, his hands massaging my boobs again as Ronnie sat up on the bench and Robbie entered her welling, red cunt again. Norm withdrew his big cock and perched my naked body on the edge of a rough-hewn outdoor table to put my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and sighed at the delicious sensation of his large sex-organ sliding into my own once more. I let go as he leaned over me to suck on and tweak my tingling nipples before lifting my ankles to his shoulders to ram at my exposed, wet pussy with his irresistably pounding hips.

From the gutteral, throaty sounds which he was trying to stifle it was pretty obvious he was about to spoof and the tremulously, tingling sensation in my loins said the same. He rammed his organ into me with a last, huge, jolting thrust and gushed warm semen into my womb to trigger my owm sudden rush of pure pleasure as my whole, sweating being convulsed uncontrollably with the bliss of orgasm.

It was some time before our rigid bodies relaxed from the repeated spasms of climax and his flaccid member slid backward and out of my well-used cunt. He lent me a handkerchief to clean my semen-dripping pussy then dress again.

"Ronnie said she didn't think you'd be in it tonight," he commented as we watched the other two still banging away in the kitchen. 

"I hadn't intended to," I blushed at my talking like that. "But after I'd felt your 'thing' I thought you'd expect me to go all the way."

"What about the anklet?" he asked.

"Pardon?"

"Don't you know? Swingers code for 'willing-lady-swinger' is a gold chain on the left ankle. I thought you were hot to trot."

"Oh dear," I blushed, embarrassed at my ignorance of my new friends' ways. "You must think I'm truly dim."

"No Deby, you can't know things you haven't been told," he smiled kindly. "I'm sorry that you felt obliged to do something which you weren't prepared for. You must feel imposed upon."

"Don't you feel guilty," I told him, "I could have said 'no', but I chose to go on. It was lovely Norm, I hope we can do it again as well. Just don't tell Robbie I've done this yet. I'll tell him when the time is right, but I just couldn't bear for him to know I'm into this already, okay?"

He agreed as we saw Ronnie coming and he took me to his aquarium house to see his fish collection and have another drink. 

Robbie and I didn't speak of our evening on the way home, but after a hot shower I sucked his cock and he then made me come by eating my pussy before we shagged enthusiastically and came gently.



On The Road Ch. 03



The morning seemed to go on forever due to my feeling totally shagged. I dreaded being asked home for lunch by any of Norm's female staff and tried to think of some viable excuse to beg off, however, Catriona stuck her head around the door to announce that she was to be my host that day. She was a very attractive blonde woman in her thirties who I'd admired, along with the other employees there, so the thought of not taking advantage of her offer seemed to be a bit silly.

The trouble was that the notion of free-loving, promiscuous sex had taken hold of me like drugs for a junkie and I was like a kid given free rein in a sweet shop, unable to stop eating in case there was no tomorrow. Maybe my dear spouse knew this and gave me permission to do as I pleased in order to cure my desires. There was a fair chance that the plan would work unless my sexual fitness improved and I didn't awake each morning feeling as if I'd been running down the freeway blindfolded, against the traffic. 

Trina's place was as comfortable and well appointed as all the other homes I'd visited since we'd arrived in town. The pool was running, sparkling and pale blue and I needed no second invitation to shed my clothes and dive in while she prepared lunch, joining me after ten minutes or so. At work she gave the impression of quiet reserve, but she wasn't at all shy about indicating her desire for nooky, gently grasping my male bit and squeezing. That was the end of any hesitation on my part as my dick rose quickly to the ready position and she smiled in satisfaction.

"Norman thought you might be a bit slow to respond after recent events, but you're obviously up to speed now," she chuckled warmly, leading me by the dick to a shaded sunlounge. "You just lie back there and let me look after things for both of us."

She bestrode my head to present her hairless pussy to my face while leaning forward to take my distended knob into her mouth to vigourously suck and tongue it. She alternated between licking my glans, sucking it and deep-throating my whole cock as I tried to lip-suck and lick her clitoris. To my surprise she came in just a few minutes, stood and held my tool vertically to slide her welling cunt down over it with a warm shudder of delight.

"It's been a while," she told me. "Bryce has been away from home on business for nearly a month now."

"What about the swinging?" I asked clumsily. 

"I haven't done that yet. You're my very first adulterous partner. I put my name into the draw because you're from out of town and a newbie to the swinging scene. I have permission to do it, but just haven't felt really comfortable with most of the prospects available to me. Just keep still until I'm ready to go again."

I lay back enjoying the warm sensation of her wet snatch over my hard prick, gently massaging her breasts and playing with her big, pink nipples.

"So I take it that your hubby is in favour of swinging." I observed, "but that you have reservations."

"Not so much about trying it, but doing it in front of him as he'd like me to do. Seeing me with another guy is what he wants, but the idea is just too embarrassing to me. He's doneit with other women, with my permission, but I've waited 'til it felt right for me. I almost backed out when Laura drew my name. I'm glad I didn;t now," she murmured, tightening her oozing vagina around my pulsing member.

"My wife Deby won't even try, but I'm hopefull that her socializing with Ronnie Searle might help to make her more recepptive to the idea."

"And receptive to other blokes' dicks," she sniggered, "So how do you feel about seeing your lady accommodating another guy's pussy prod?"

"I'm with your man on that. I'd once have killed out of jealousy, but now that Deby's my equal partner in life, I'd like to see her as more than just the good little woman who sees to the house and kids, especially now that she's got a gig in top level sport. She's somebody now, with her own 

fans."

Trina began to lift and lower her lovely bottom to slide her twat up and down my tingling shaft, just small movements initially, but then with increasing vigour, longer strokes and exciting variations in her busy hip gyrations. I lay back to enjoy what I hoped might be a long ride, but within a couple of minutes she gave a gasping cry of pleasure, arched her back and clamped her spasmodic love sheath around my tool. She reached behind her to jiggle my scrotum and I responded involuntarily with a warm gush of semen deep inside her belly. 

"Sorry 'bout that," she grinned sheepishly. "Couldn't hold back."

"There's nothing to be sorry about," I smiled kindly. "It was delightful, really."

We eventually disengaged our genitalia and took another dip in the pool before dressing and enjoying a meal of pastrami, devilled eggs and salad, followed by ice cream and mango.

Back in the office there seemed to be no stares, secret smiles or whispering, although I was sure the matter would be the subject of feminine discussion at some time in the not too distant future.

That night I stayed in the office to complete the task I'd set myself for the day and Deby was asleep when I got back to the hotel.

*

The next evening Norm picked me up after Deby had gone off with Ronnie and I hoped for some sexual epiphany in my wife under the influence of the free-loving older lady. I wasn't surprised at her reluctance to engage in extramarital relationships, but hoped that things might change and we could share the experience of recreational sex with others.

We arrived outside a house as comfortable as Norm's and were greeted by a good-looking lady whose physical charms were on display beneath her diaphanous, white peignoir. Her name was Noeline and I guessed that she was forty-ish, fully tanned with a somewhat muscular body which indicated a regular, strenuous, daily exercise regime. In the lounge we were introduced to two other women; Madeline, a blonde a bit younger than our hostess and a blushing, very self-conscious, dark-haired young woman named Jane. Their ring fingers testified that all were married and all were, by their dress, clearly anticipating some degree of sexual activity during the course of the evening.

While Nola got us drinks, Madi undressed Norm, causing Jane's eyes to widen at the sight of his sexual organ at the ready position. I wished that the sight of my average-sized todger could elicit that reaction from members of the fairer sex, but, sadly it seemed unlikely unless I emigrated to the Congo to live with the pygmies. 

Nola undressed me beforee dropping her scanty covering and we sat together on the big couch sipping our drinks while the ladies stroked our erect tools. Nola knelt before me to suck and lick my dick and balls and I quickly spoofed into her eager mouth before she swallowed my seminal tribute to her skill as a fellatrix. It was the first time I'd experienced a full blow job and the sense of intimacy it generated in me.

"Ooooh Jesus, Madi," groaned Norm as he came explosively into her avid mouth, making a show of sucking out and drinking very drop.

The two women lit aromatic cigarettes, offering us a toke when they'd drawn first, the high I felt after a couple of drags indicating an ingredient other than tobacco. I felt pleasantly relaxed then, having no difficulty in putting my mouth to her twat when Nola opened her smooth, tanned thighs in invitation to cunnilingus. I tongued and sucked at her clitoris and then her vagina in turn until my jaw began to ache a little and my cock again rose to full erection. Suddenly she clamped her legs against my head to stiffen as great spasms of pleasure convulsed her body.

"Well that was more than satisfactory, darling," she told me with a happy smile, pulling me up to sit beside her before kneeling astride my lap and lowering her gorgeous bottom to engulf my cock with her warm, wet cunt.

We remained in that position as we finished our drinks, smoked some more, but made no movement other than her occasionally tightening her expert vagina around my prick to ensure its continued hardness.

Madi had begun moving her hips in Norm's lap, thrusting back and forth, raising and lowering her bottom and gyratingin a manner I once heard described as having more movement than an eight-day clock. It was exciting to watch her sliding up and down on his love-truncheon, sighing and gasping in her exertions, clutching at each other in sensual desperation. 

"Come and have a closer look, Janey," my partner called to the other, over her shoulder. 

It seemed that it was Jane's first venture into swinging sex, but her shyness held her back, however, having watched her older friends getting into it so unashamedly, she felt a little easier about matters. She stood to discard her peignoir and reveal a slender, long-legged figure before sitting between we four on the sofa where Nola leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth and knead her small, firm breasts. She raised herself to the kneeling position at Nola's behest and the other delved into her vulvar cleft with an expert finger to excite her with clitoral stimulation. 

"What d'you think?" she asked of Jane. 

The younger woman blushed deeply and nodded as Nola lifted her body from mine and guided my glistening cock into Jane's bald pussy as she straddled my hips and lowered her crotch to my lap, feeling her trembling excitedly in my embrace, We kissed deeply as she began to raise and lower her hips to slide my tool in her well-lubricated love-sheath, trying to emulate the movements she'd watched Madi performing on Norm's hefty member. Her slim body gyrated and trembled with increasing urgency as she gave voice to her pleasure, then, with a cry of bliss, arched her back and convulsed repeatedly as orgasm rocked her rigid body. Her breasts were pressed hard to my face as she gripped the back of the sofa in her joy, but as she relaxed Madi coaxed her off me and took her place on my cock.

Nola was now riding Norm like an enthusiastic rodeo cowgirl, whooping it up and bouncing vigourously on his hips to slide his rigid organ full-length in and out of her drooling cunt. Madi rode me in a similar fashion until I was unable to hold back any longer.

"I'm going to come," I gasped before going stiff and warmly squirting a few drops of semen within her straining body. She too came, not spectacularly, but with a smile of dreamy satisfaction on her face. 

"Lovely," she sighed as her pleasured jerking abated.

While Norm and I had a beer and a smoke the ladies got down to some girl-on-girl entertainment, getting Jane very excited again, before we were persuaded to go down on Nola and Madi as the other watched us. Madi's excited hip gyrations became ever wilder as my tongue worked on her clit, her cries of joy quite unrestrained until she pushed my face hard into her wet cunt as her body went rigid in climax.

"Ooooh fuck!" she cried unabashedly. "Ooooh fuck, fuck, fuck!"

It seemed that I'd done good. Well, you know what I mean.

The next matter planned by the two older women was the double penetration of Jane whose sexual horizons were to be widened that evening. Norm lay on his back on the carpet and the newbie knelt astride his hips to accommodate his love pole inside her slippery sheath, taking my knob into her mouth as I knelt beside her face. She began rocking on her knees to slide his organ in her drooling twat, her excitement growing until Nola drew me away from Jane's face to kneel behind her undulating bottom, smearing her rosebud with lube and leading my knob to her anus. She slapped my buttocks with surprising vigour, causing me to thrust my hips involuntarily and partially penetrate the tight anal opening. As I worked it inside her with short, careful atrokes, Nola kept slapping my bottom with stinging blows which made me thrust harder than I wanted and making Jane groan each time my cock penetrated deeper.

"Lovely and tight, isn't it Robbie," Nola murmured into my ear. "Once you've tried it, it becomes an addiction, or so blokes tell me."

"What do you think about doing it?" I exhaled through gritted teeth.

"To be truthful, I prefer dick in my pussy, but I don't mind an occasional foray into buggery for a bit of variation."

It was tight, really tight, in fact more so than anything my cock had ever been in before, even Deby's virginal vagina on our wedding night.

It became easier to thrust as Jane relaxed and found the invasion of her twin orifices rather more pleasing as I was able to synchronize my pumping hips with Norm's. We banged away at a leisurely cadence until Jane felt the need for us to fuck her harder and faster, wiggling her bottom and urging us on to greater effort. With a delerious, gurgling cry she succumbed to the blissful sensation of orgasm as repeated spasms of ecstacy shook her trembling, sweating body. 

There was a period of near silence as we lay back in a reflective mood after all that effort. Jane wasn't at all put out at what she'd experienced, seemingly more than a little pleased with herself.

"I didn't think I could do that," she smiled shyly, "but it was nicer than I thought. I think I'd be happy to try it again next time, if I'm in now."

"Of course you are, Janey. Welcome to the local chapter of the Married Molls Society," chuckled Nola. 

"The Sinful Shagging Sorority," Madi put in.

After a little more chat, Norm and I went to shower and dress before leaving. Nola was talking on her telephone as she farewelled us.

At the Searle's house it seemed that our wives had enjoyed a quiet evening chatting about the stuff girls like to talk about. Deby looked a bit flushed which I put down to her suspicions about what we blokes might have been up to. Norm got me a beer and sat next to Deby before Ronnie inveigled me into the kitchen by standing out of the sight of our spouses and lifting her skirt to display her reddened, ready cunt. 

Deby and Norm took no notice as I stood and wandered off to the other room where Ronnie embraced me gently and rubbed the front of my trousers as I found her warm, wet twat and delved inside with a busy finger. 

"Oh lovely, Robbie," she sighed hotly into my ear. "I've been waiting all day for some pleasuring." 

She opened my flies and stroked my firming dick which, despite what it had already suffered, rose to full erection in very short order. 

"Come on then," she grinned, "I'm ready." 

She leant on her elbows on the bench top, presenting her ample bottom and pulling me towards her by my cock. 

"In there," she ordered as my knob made contact with the thick, wet lips of her vulva.

With a quick shove of my hips I was inside her to the hilt, thrusting my organ in and out of her while trying to refrain from making any noise. Despite knowing that I was having sex with both our spouses' approval, the fear of being seen by Deby still concerned me and added to the exquisite sensation of sinfulness engendered by my situation. I knew my climax would be a long time coming and ground away at Ronnie's cunt in order to give her the pleasure she sought, despite my fear of being caught out. 

She came without any huge show of emotion while my climax seemed more of a relief than a noteworthy event, but it was all pleasant enough. We kissed, hugged and parted to rejoin our life's partners inside.

Deby and I stayed in for the next couple of nights, making real romantic love and enjoying each other.



On The Road Ch. 04



When Robbie went off to work he was limping, hunched slightly forward and a little bandy-legged. I'd seen the symptoms once before, the morning after our wedding night when he'd shagged me furiously seven times, so I knew the cause. 

Mark was in the lobby getting a morning paper and appearing to be in the early stages of decomposition. 

"You're looking a little weary Mark," I chirped. "Overdid the naughtiness, did we?"

"It's all right for you sheilas to sneer, but you don't have to make the same strenuous effort that we do, on the job, I mean." 

"The only reason you guys make an effort is because you're always in such a hurry to come in us," I told him amiably, surprising myself with the easy vulgarity of my remark. "That's why women can satisfy so many more partners than men in the same time." 

Mind you, if I'd satisfied any more guys than I had during the course of previous day, my pubic mound would certainly be aching as much as Robbie's testes. As it was, I wasn't looking forward to any love-making before that evening.

"So what are we doing today?" he asked. "Vern and Eve are busy with a new group here, so Lisa and I thought we'd have a picnic at a beach somewhere. We've got a four-by-four waggon so we can go almost anywhere. Want to come too?"

"Love to," I accepted, thinking that with both Lisa and I together, his weakened libido would be much less a problem. 

We drove around looking over the various coves, bays and beaches until we found a perfect spot, a small bay with rocky headlands at each end and huge shade trees. After a swim, I wore Ronnie's gold thong and the others went nude, we set out our picnic lunch and picked at the food as we drank wine. It wasn't long before Mark's thick dick was hard and horizontal, with Lisa holding it lovingly as she led him down the beach and into the water where they coupled for a submarine 'quickie'.

Within the half-hour he was horny again and Lisa looked at me, then down at his hard cock to indicate that she didn't mind if I'd like to try it.

"It's okay Deby," she assured me huskily. "I'm certain you'll return the compliment eventually." 

I felt self-conscious at her assumtion that I would have casual sex there and then, wondering if Mark had told her of our getting things together on the previous afternoon, but assumed he had and slipped my g-string off to take advantage of her offer. It made me feel very close to them both, but probably even more so to her.

"Thanks," I whispered into her ear and pecked her cheek, then slipped my arm around Mark's waist in response to his doing that with me. 

He squeezed a buttock and I reciprocated.

"You told her then?" I enquired. 

"No, 'course not, I promised."

"Oh," I gulped.

Wading out to chest deep water we embraced before he lifted me by the bum as I guided his cool dick to my willing pussy to enter me. I locked my feet behind his pumping bottom and leaned back with my fingers entwined behind his straining neck to move my hips in meeting his lusty pelvic thrusting, sliding his cock deeply in and out of my love sheath. I abandoned myself to wallow in the voluptuous sensation of illicit sexual play, despite having full approval of both other partners, making sounds that came naturally to me rather than trying to find words to turn him on. 

We ground and rolled our tingling hips together in sliding his throbbing member in my slippery sheath, increasing the cadence to a point where our bodies seemed to move of their own volition when we abandoned ourselves to carnal pleasures of lustful sex. I'd no doubt that it was the circumstances which excited me so much; never before having been so thrilled in a sexual contact as I'd been since my first adulterous bout with Mark the previous afternoon. I'd enjoyed accommodating Norman and Vernon as very experienced, older partners, but Mark and Robbie were different somehow; more cuddly and like fluffy toys I suppose. 

Mark banged away at my crotch in a very much more leisurely manner than on the previous day, I whispered to him of my enjoyment and affection for him and we became oblivious to the world in our pleasure. As he increased the cadence of his thrusting hips I became more voluble as the spark of my climax became an erotic current through my whole being, ever growing until it exploded in a flash of pure pleasure and a series of hot convulsions had me jerking ecstatically as I clung to his warmly shuddering form.

It wasn't until my senses returned that I noticed five people, two blokes and three women, standing on the beach near Lisa and looking our way. I gotthe impression that two women wanted to leave, our exhibition no doubt, but the others insisted on staying. 

Mark and I eventually emerged from the ocean, I'm sure I was blushing, to rejoin Lisa.

"Okay?" she enquired. "You seemed to be enthusiastic about it."

I blushed again. "You heard?"

"Yeah, but don't worry. I like it that you like him too."

We lay about sunning ourselves until I noticed the two of them exchanging secret glances and grinning. Mark made a circle with his left index finger and thumb and poked his right index finger through the gap before moving it rapidly back and forth to indicate coition, raising his eyebrows in a query which she agreed to with a nod. He was hard and horny as they rose to go to the sea hand in hand, waded in and were quickly and very obviously engaged in a sexual union. How did he do it, I wondered, particularly in that he had so recently been suffering both shaggers back and lovers' nuts. I remembered reading somewhere that men are capable of sustained sexual performance with a series of new partners and wondered how long he could keep it up, pardon the pun. 

"Hi," greeted a female voice. "Do you lend him out to anybody?"

I looked up to find a nude, fully tanned redhead standing beside me.

"He's not mine, he's hers," I explained. "I just borrowed him to relieve my immediate need."

"She's happy to lend him around though?"

"She only started yesterday," I explained, "swinging I mean."

"So where's your partner?"

"Back in town, at work."

"He a swinger too?"

I nodded.

"Yeah," she said thoughtfully. "My hubby and I have talked about it, but not yet explored it seriously. Wouldn't mind though." 

Her male friends had taken off their bathers to display their horniness, but their wives remained modestly clad in their brief bikinis. 

"Oh they won't even consider it. Well Paula and Colleen won't," she told me, on seeing me looking their way. "So what do you reckon about..."

"Mark," I put in for her. "Well, there's no harm at all in asking."

"Just like that," she giggled. "Okay then."

And when they returned it's exactly how things went down.

"Hi, I'm Justine. I noticed that your husband enjoys shagging and, due to a great need on my part, wondered if I might borrow him too. I promise I'll reciprocate at the earliest opportunity," she told Lisa. "My hubby's coming down here tomorrow."

"Your friends don't, um...?" enquired Lisa.

"No, wish they did though. Billy and I thought we'd give them a chance to try it with us, but they have consistently refused to rise to the bait. Are you enjoying it? Is it as much fun as they say?" she wanted to know from us.

Lisa and I nodded enthusiastically. 

"I'd never have done it at all," I told her, "but having it thrust in my face like that made me consider the matter. My need for sex, not love, was suddenly so much stronger than my desire to be a conventional woman of good moral reputation. I just had the almost overwhelming desire to do something to satisfy that part of me which needed to feel sexually liberated, some might call it slutty and loose."

"We'd talked about it, so it was just a matter of breaking the ice," Lisa told her. "I was a little fearful over the consequences, but without cause, as things turned out. I had a really exciting nooky with Vern and actually found myself looking forward to more in the near future."

By then Mark's cock was at the ready and I noticed Justine glance down at it, then up at Lisa who nodded almost imperceptibly. He stood and drew her to her feet as they joined hands and waded out into the sea where they very quickly got things together with some quite loud sounds of pleasure from an excited Justine.

They seemed to stay in the water much longer than the time at which their voices indicated that they'd climaxed, eventually emerging to rejoin us. 

"You slut, you moll," one of her girlfriends spat out as Justine returned to get her towel.

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," grinned Justine. "You really don't know what you're missing."

"I don't know how you could," grimaced the other young woman. "A complete stranger."

"Not any more," Justine chuckled. "He's very nice actually, nice cock."

"Oooooo! Yu-uck!" they cried. "You've become a real harlot Justine. After only one adulterous bonk too."

Their husbands appeared more than a little uncomfortable at the turn the conversation had taken, having obviously hoped for their ladies' reactions to have been more favourable with regard to a little spouse-swapping, but I think they could see any hope flying out the window of opportunity. 

However, after watching Lisa, Justine and I each enjoy another nooky with Mark and a little more singing syrup, they partly relented and took the men into the water. They returned topless and their husbands with droopy dicks, indicating sexual release by some means.

We parted agreeing to meet Justine and her husband there on the following morning, although the other four seemed somewhat non-committal about their own attendance. The female half weren't at all sure about the day's turn of events and were obviously considering the potential for embarrassment if they were pressured to join in on the morrow.

*

With Robbie working late with Norman it seemed like a good night to catch up on a little sleep. I had a lovely long bubble bath, brushed out my hair, sprayed on some cologne and slipped between the sheets in the nude. Just as I began to relax in the comfort of the big bed there was a quiet tapping at the door, so I climbed out and slipped into my peignoir.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Norman," he replied.

"Ooh, Norm," I whined, having no doubt over what he sought from me, but I slipped into my mules and opened the door to him anyway.

He was clutching a bottle of Moet and two glasses; proceeding to open the bottle as soon as he was inside.

"So how's it been going?" he enquired.

"I had a quieter day," I smiled, taking the proffered champers.

"And you can now let your hair down," he chuckled.

"I was actually thinking of getting my head down," I told him truthfully.

"Oh, don't be like that, Debs," he grinned. "So much nooky and so little time to use it up."

I didn't want to be a spoil-sport so I acceded.

"Okay, but just the one, alright."

"Fine," he agreed and took my hand and towed me out and along the hallway to another suite.

OF course I was terrified of somebody seeing my virtual nudity, but other guests, if any were about, stayed in their suites.

He tapped on the door and Vern admitted us to another, obviously standard suite where Lisa reclined on the huge bed as immodestly attired as I was. I introduced Norm and Lisa before he removed his clothes to reveal his mighty member in a semi-tumescent state, drawing more than mild interest from Lisa, her eyes widening considerably on catching sight of it.

After a couple of drinks we all discarded our gowns and paired off on the bed. From the previous evening's casual quickie I knew that I was about to experience what could be fairly described as a serious shagging. With around two hours available it would certainly memorable from what I'd seen of both Norm and Vern thus far. 

He kissed my mouth, gently at first, but with growing ardour as he delved into my wet cunt with a practiced finger to lubricate it before titillating my swollen clitty. His lips and tongue on my nipples were heavenly, jolting me with the thrills to the point of orgasm before he moved his face down to cover my vulva with his mouth and penetrate me deeply with his agile tongue lapping within. He pressed my pleasure pearl with a circular motion of his tongue, alternating then with sucking and squeezing it with his teeth until I simply wasn't able to control my senses and came explosively with a wild, involuntary cry of passion. As I lay convulsing ecstatically he knelt above me, leaned forward on his hands and carefully slid his rock hard penis into my drooling sheath.

"Lie on me, Norm," I groaned between gasping inhalations.

"Sure?" he asked, frowning slightly.

I nodded, exhaling hugely, then inhaling as his full weight descended upon my flushed form.

"Okay?" he asked quietly.

I nodded again. It wasn't an entirely comfortable experience, but similar to things like having one's nipples bitten hard; painful but pleasurable in their way.

He began to to rotate his hips almost imperceptibly to indicate his need to screw.

"Yeah," I breathed, clamping my sheath on his cock, "it's okay now."

He rolled on to his side with my thighs above and below his waist to kiss and to tenderly touch and caress each others' flushed and trembling bodies. Behind me I could hear Lisa and Vern's sweaty bellies slapping furiously as they fucked in the missionary position, Norm then sliding his huge prong in and out of my delighted quim with increasing fervour. 

In that position we were able to reach each others' nipples with hand and mouth without fear of cramps as we fucked, Norman making me feel absolutely wonderful in a dream-like way as he drove me on towards a second orgasm. 

"Oooh God! Oooh Christ!" I moaned as I felt my senses explode in a series of unprecedented convulsions of pure, erotic bliss. 

I raked his corrugated back and clawed at his hard, pumping buttocks with my painted nails until he drove his cock deep inside my belly and spewed an enormous gush of warm semen into my womb. 

"Now that's what I call a fuck," Lisa sniggered into my ear as I surfaced from the dreamy warmth of sensual semi-consciousness following my climax.

After a period of relaxation to cool our senses we had another fizzy wine before she took me off to the bathroom. After that experience with Norman I needed a shower and a little talcum powder to make me feel normal once more.

"How would you feel about having it off with me?" she enquired hesitantly. "I'm curious and the guys want to see it to get things up again."

I looked at her, incredulous. Carol had once asked me that, after telling me about her own experience with alleged dyke Natalie Kupa, but I'd assumed that that particular story was as tall as her others.

Lisa took a red rubber globe with a slim, black phallus sticking out of a kind of neck at the top, squatted over the commode and poked it inside her pink anus. She sqeezed the bulb and pulled the shaft from her bottom witha rush of fluids. I'd never had or seen an enema before, but I knew what it was, but not why. I didn't ask immediately, not wanting to display my great lack of knowledge on that matter.

When Lisa had showered and powdered herself we rejoined the guys for some more champers and nooky. Lisa told them I'd agreed to try a little girl-on-girl stuff with her, I blushed and the two men grinned.

I was not really afraid to try it with Lisa because it was her first time too and, despite having only a few minutes to consider, it didn't seem very daunting because I liked her a lot. We began by lying on our sides with our legs entwined as we kissed and caressed each other from mouth to cunt, tits pressed flat together and bodies trembling with such a profoundly exciting first experience of sapphic love. She knelt above me, head to head, crawled forward to suck at my swollen nipples as I reciprocated on her tits hanging in my face, before we tongued each others navels. We moved into the sixty-nine position and matched tongues with cunts, but even with our best efforts it really wasn't possible to sustain continuous, mutual stimulation of our clitties. Her taste wasn't at all abhorrent to me as I licked deep into the smooth cleft between her frilled inner lips and upward to find the swollen clit and feel her jerk and jolt with the erotic thrills I'd imparted.

She suddenly pulled away from me and knelt between my widely spread legs and delve her busy tongue into my welling vagina, find my clitoris and begin a round of wild licking, sucking, pulling and nibbling until my senses were out of control and overwhelmed by a huge wave of erotic pleasure as I came.

Lisa was gone; I watched Norm's hefty organ vanish easily into her snatch as she straddled him and lowered her hips with a happy smile. She rode the mighty member until Vern murmured something and she stopped, bottom raised, while he smeared a clear lubricant on and in her her puckered, pink rosebud and over his big, thick dick before pressing the dark knob to her virginal anus. He pressed forward and she grimaced, shoved again to make her gasp, then thrust even more firmly as he held her neat hips, making her cry aloud as the head slid through the widely stretched portal and him to grunt at an extremely tight grip of her anus. 

He thrust again and again with short strokes following short withdrawals, she grunting and groaning open-mouthed at the strange, invasive feelings in her posterior region until he could slide his hot organ smoothly in and out of her unwonted anus. Norm also started thrusting up into her snatch as she raised and rotated her bottom as they quickly developed a rhythm to enable participation by them all.

Then they got into some serious shagging, really whooping it up as Lisa's penetrated orifices were rammed unmercifully until her emotions were beyond control. Finally, Vern gave her a final last thrust and came, soon followed by a panting Norman and lastly by Lisa who sobbed with wanton and unbridled sexual exertion. The three of them remained inseparably locked together as they were shaken repeatedly by spasms of ecstacy until their senses finally returned.

"Ooooh shit!" cried Lisa, "now I've been mob-jobed. Now I know how Alicia Mallory felt."

"Who's she," I asked.

"A fellow Sunday school teacher who was gang-banged on a chartered train, we were on a college excursion, who seemed quite unaffected by her 'ordeal'. I later discovered that Ali had two lives; one as the very devout type that her parents wanted her to be and the other as her cousin's partner in sin as the complete social sex-machine. Her cousin, Hayley, lived right across the city, so she could be promiscuous with impunity. I asked her about more than one partner sex, but she said it was impossible to describe."

We were finishing the last of the wine when Norman's phone rang to advise me that Robbie was on his way. I staggered back into our suite and showered, got into bed and was thankfully slumbering when my beloved finally came in. 

*

The following morning found Mark quite bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after his abstinent night at home alone. He was smart enough to realize that his twin complaints of shagger's back and lover's nuts were likely to develop a chronic flavour if he didn't take a short rest from his sexual exertions.

"The name's Simpson, not Samson," he sniggered to himself when he drifted comfortably into slumber on the previous night.

We returned to the scene of the previous day's naughtyness at around ten, then about a half an hour later Justine arrived with two guys; her husband, Billy, and a younger, single friend of theirs named Sean. Both were wholly aroused, if the bulges in the fronts of their bathers were any guide, as we sat enjoying an early drink and soaking up some sun. Eventually Justine and Billy went into the water where he discarded his shorts and provided her with an energetic rogering below the glassy surface of the warm sea. Lisa and I looked at each other to decide who would see to Sean's sexual relief, but a vehicle bearing Paula and Colleen and spouses arrived, so we waited to find out if anything had changed with the two womens' views on free-love.




On The Road Ch. 04



The two guys, Mick and Josh, got their gear off to reveal their horniness to the world and, to our surprise, their ladies had given up their somewhat modest bikinis for the skimpiest of stretch thongs. The width of the straps and the frontal triangle of fabric made it clear that they'd been busy with their razors, the matter confirmed when Colleen bent over to reveal a vulva free from fur.

When Justine and Billy returned we formed a single group where even young Sean got his bathers off to display a penis as thick as Vern's and equal in length to Norm's. He hadn't had a lot to do with girls because of his self-consciousness at the size of his sex organ, he'd confided to Justine, while she'd eventually persuaded him that a big dick is a big plus, not a minus.

Justine was obviously eager to sample Sean's prick and got up to lead him into the water, followed closely by Lisa and Billy.

"Come on ladies," she called back over her shoulder. "This might be your one chance to try it."

They looked at each other flushing as Mark pulled me to my feet.

"Hold on a moment," said the short, blonde Paula as she shoved her green thong down her legs and walked naked to Mark, pushing Mick towards me.

I closed my hand around his nicely curved, standard dick and smiled in my best loose-woman manner as we headed for the water. We'd walked only a few paces when a then naked Colleen and husband caught up with us to blushingly indicate that an exchange of partners would make them happy. I took Josh in hand and into the warm ocean where we fairly quickly got something straight between us. My legs were wrapped tightly about his slim body and my fingers intertwined behind his neck as he lustily rammed his hips to my crotch in a rapturous sexual rhythm to slide his nice dick in and out of my hungry sexpouch. 

"Oooh, ye-es," I told him urgently. "Do it! Do it hard to me."

And he did; banging away lustily until I came with a wild cry of pleasure as he continued to thrust into my convulsing cunt, eventually shoving deep inside me to squirt semen into my womb and bring on another ecstatic spasm. 

"You're like really wild," he said to me when he'd caught his breath once more. 

"I wasn't a couple of days ago," I giggled. "But after so long being good, I rather enjoy the sensation in being a slut."

"I don't reckon you're a slut. Free and easy, liberated maybe, but not at all slutty. Actually, I'd like Colleen to be more like you."

"And you don't mind her going with other guys?" 

"No, I really wanted this, you know, for her to be much more her own lady and not constantly worried about what others might think, particularly some others whose thoughts just don't matter to me," he told me. 

"Yeah," I said thoughtfully. "But I'm really surprised at how many blokes want to see their wives doing this. The whole idea appalled me until I gave in to Mark, but I can't imagine what I was thinking now."

The rest of the day was spent in a sexual round-robin where every guy got to fuck with each of the women, all of us discussing how it felt to do that and how we felt about being what we'd become, especially the females. Paula and Colleen were as sexually familiar with all the blokes as the rest of us by the time we parted and their spouses appeared to be more than pleased at their transformation. 

*

I hadn't a clue about what Ronnie had in mind for me on her 'girls night', but of course I had to accept that I'd be engaging in some manner of sexual activity at some point during the course of the evening. We dined at a very swish restaurant specialising in seafood where she introduced me to oysters, I didn't know why at the time, but found them much more palatable than I'd have imagined them to be from appearances. 

We then drove back to her place where she poured us another wine and went to the downstairs bathroom where she used a huge rubber syringe as an enema. She smiled by way of commending it to me too, so when she left after taking her shower I naively complied without understanding why. 

In a guest-room she'd put out two short, silk camisoles, stay-up stockings and mules with fifteen centimetre heels. She pulled my hair up and plaited it at my crown, coiling and pinning it under a scrunchie. The doorbell rang while she was doing my makeup so she left me finishing my mascara while she let the visitor in. 

I pulled on the black, lace-topped hose and stepped on to my shoes before dropping the gold smock over my nude form and checking my mirror reflection. The camisole barely covered either my crotch or nipples, causing me quite some embarrassment on hearing more than one masculine voice coming from the lounge-room. However I needn't have worried, as on entering the room I saw the first of three men coming from another of the guest rooms. He was nude and obviously aroused, his solid penis curving slightly upward as it jutted out from his trimmed crotch. To my not exactly happy surprise, two more men followed him out, both as horny as he but sporting only standard size dicks.

"This is Leon," Ronnie said by way of introduction to the bloke with the twenty centimetre member, "Vin and Rick. This is Deby."

Both Leon and Vin embraced me easily, giving me a quick peck on the cheek, then Rick, as green and nervous as I, tried so hard not to touch me with his cock, but caused us to fall on to the couch and get a chiacking about being in such a hurry to get on with it.

Ronnie provided drinks and sat talking with Leon and Vin while Rick and I sat across the occasional table looking at her cunt showing beneath the hem of her skimpy garment. I guessed that mine was as obvious, but was past feeling any real embarrassment after only two days as a swinger, allowing one shoulder strap to fall and bare a boob.

Eventually Ronnie rose and expertly let her silken camisole slip down her body to the carpet without appearing to have done anything to cause it. 

"Come on Rick," grinned Ronnie, "let's get acquainted."

He sat beside Vin while she knelt before them to alternately suck their jerking, thrilling cocks. Leon lay on his back to slide his face under her perfumed crotch and tongue her exposed clitoris until she panted and gasped with pleasure.

Vin and Rick looked at me as they undulated their hips to Ronnie's avidly sucking mouth. Knowing I'd have to join in to get any I stood, let my other shoulder string fall away and felt my one garment slowly drift floorward to show all my charms to a pair of virtual strangers. While I was still a bit nervous, despite my promiscuous activity during the day, I was much less so than Rick who was obviously on his first outing. It made me feel a bit more self-assured as I knelt on the carpet and took his nicely curved penis into my mouth to suck and tounge at its highly sensitive knob and manipulate his tight balls in my hand.

In only a moment I felt his tiny hip movements quicken suddenly, his body stiffen and my mouth and throat fill with his gushes warm, creamy semen.

"Oooooh!" he moaned, clutching at my head.

I leaned back and slid between Leon's solid, hairy legs to grasp his hard and horny love tackle to eagerly fellate him too. Rick was looking down at me so I opened my thighs to display my furry clam and, perhaps, suggest an activity we could both enjoy. He took the hint and quickly had his tongue at my swollen clitty to circle and press it delightfully. He may well have been a newcomer to swinging, but I have to say that he was a dab hand (dab tongue?) at the art of cunnilingus. He quickly had me at the point of orgasm despite all my sexual activity that day and my determination not to come before I'd seen to Leon. Fortunately he climaxed just before I did (how would you tell the paramedics that a woman had drowned in semen in your lounge?) and I was able to manage things.

After the sighs and moans of pleasure had abated we took another drink of wine and Leon produced a packet of rather upmarket cigarettes. I'd smoked a little on a number of occasions as an appetite supressor during weight-loss campaigns after childbirth, but there was something quite different about these smokes. The main flavour was of good Turkish tobacco, but with a nice aftertaste of something else and in a few minutes I realized that the high was more than tobacco could induce.

With the guys all hot and horny once more Ronnie got Rick to sit back on the big leather sofa as she knelt over his lap to slot his cock in her easy cunt. Leon smeared KY on her exposed pink anus and on his knob before kneeling at the edge behind her and pushing his penis deep inside her rear entrance. Vin stood behind the couch with his tool in her mouth as she expertly moved her body in such a way as to slide all the male members in their particular orifices.

"I think Debs might be a bit lonely there, don't you?" she observed slyly to Vin.

He came to me and lay behind where I'd indicated to easily slide his cock into my warm, wet and welling cunt to fill me, causing me to again expeience that wonderful sensation of novelty that comes with the initial intromission of a new man's penis into one's pussy. Clutching at and kneading my quivering boobs he began to thrust his hips to slide his lovely cock in and out of my drooling vagina to the accompaniment of his tight belly slapping noisily on my flexing buttocks. 

"Oh yes!" I breathed hotly. "That's lovely Vin."

I twisted my head back to let him kiss me deeply.

Ronnie had settled into an easy rhythmical pumping motion with her beaus, their cocks sliding easily in and out of her orofices in an almost perfect, synchronised cadence as she loudly urged them to pleasure her to the utmost of their ability.

By then I could feel that Vin's building coital tension was very close to its climactic point and, as mine was upon me too, reached down between my legs to jiggle his balls and feel him ram deeply into me as I stiffened in orgasm. He held me tightly until we began to relax as our ecstatic spasms abated, then diddled my clitty with a finger until I just had to pull away from his embrace at the unbearablely intense pleasure he was causing me. 

When Ronnie eventually disentangled herself from the double embrace there was another drink and smoke and a period of jocular levity during which she and Leon swapped pornographic sexual jokes or anecdotes which had us all in stitches. Later we formed a oral daisy chain, playing and tickling until we were again ready for sex. Ronnie took charge in having me adopt her earlier position astride Leon's hefty cock, lower my hips and take it completely in my stretching vagina, feeling her smearing my virginal anus with KY as I comprehended the reason for cleaning my lower bowel. It's de rigueur among serious swingers, it seems.

She got me to raise my bottom again and I felt Vince's knob pressed to my sensitive rosebud and make me jerk with the thrill of a truly new sensation. He pressed once more and I felt his knob penetrate me only minimally, but a little further then with every push at my rear portal, until his whole knob suddenly popped into my anus with my entrance tightly around the neck of his glans. I tightened my sphincter and heard him gasp, but not complain.

At Ronnie's direction I started to very slowly raise and lower my bottom and, as the blokes began to thrust carefully, rotate my hips too. In only a few minutes we were all shoving easily and in concert while I forgot about concentrating on my rhythm to savour the sensation of being filled with and surrounded by so much masculinity. It was simply heavenly; hands caressing me everywhere and mouths in places I'd never known them before, especially on my lower back which I found particularly exciting.

It was such a wonderfully voluptuous experience which became a downright debauched trio when Rick presented his stiff penis to my lips for some oral stimulation. The tightness of my rear portal caused Vince to come first and quickly withdraw his prick to make way for Rick's hard organ which was duly inserted to begin banging away with vigour. 

Eventually Leon came to his orgasm and did not have very much of a squirt for me as it happened, but enough to set mine off as we clung to each other very tightly in ecstatic embrace. Poor Rick was then confronted with having to thrust into an orifice that was dilating and alternately clamping closed with each blissful convulsion of my orgasm. Then he too came, falling fully on me as he shuddered hotly.

That's how we spent the rest of the evening; a few drinks, smokes and an excellent triple penetration fuck for both Ronnie and me before the message by phone to wind matters up. Forty minutes later I was dressed in the way I had arrived as Norm and Robbie returned, having apparently experienced some dearth of sex.

After a drink Norm took me to the porch, ostensibly to show me a lily I'd admired on the first visit. We returned silently and went into the darkened dining room where we could look right through to the kitchen by the one way mirror in the servery hatch. Robbie and Ronnie were at it once again, about to couple as I felt Norm raise my skirt from behind, then lower my knickers to massage my buttocks as his enormous sex organ slid warmly under my damp crotch.

Turning my face backward over my shoulder, I kissed him as he unfastened my bra to massage my unfettered boobs. Even after so much sex I was aroused once more, needing to have his mighty member inside my love-sheath again as a matter of urgency. He leaned back as I thrust my bottom both up and back towards him, feeling his knob against my pouty labia before he slid it all inside me with a single, slow shove of his strong hips.

Ronnie's broad bottom rotated deliciously as my hubby thrust his prick in and out of her avid snatch. I tried to emulate her movements and heard Norm softly voice his appreciation while he clutched at my hips to indicate that I had it right at last. 

We banged away merrily as if we'd been lovers forever, I felt absolutely no shame or hesitation over enjoying a quickie just for the sex, while his actions told me that he appreciated my body as a connoisseur of femininity.

"Oooh God!" I gasped as quietly as I could manage. "Oooh Jesus!"

With that Norm whipped his love truncheon out of my snatch and forced it into my anus just as my initial spasm of bliss gripped my hot, sweaty body, thrusting firmly against the rhythmic contractions of my sphincter muscles. I felt him slide in deeply and stop, his knees buckling momentarily when he groaned and convulsed in orgasm, then encircle my body with his hairy arms and lean on me as I sagged against the top of the dining table.

"Ooooh Christ, Deb," he breathed lovingly into my ear. "You've really got the taste for it now. You excite me and it's been a while since I last got to be so stirred up over a new girlfriend."

I put my finger across his lips and shook my head.

"There will be more for us before I go, but it's just fun remember?"

"Oh, I wasn't suggesting anything more," he grinned. "Just appreciating a good time for me and, hopefully, you too."

I kissed him happily, luxuriating in the feel of his granite body against mine in our embrace. 

By the time the other two returned to the lounge we were cooled, calm and collected while Rob looked a bit flushed and slightly sheepish.

When we got back to the hotel Robbie showered first and was dead to the world, snoring quietly, when I hopped into bed. We spent the next two nights alone in our suite, making romantic love and catching up on much-needed rest.



On The Road Ch. 05



A daytrip with Eve and Vern held the promise of some respite from heavier sexual demand upon my poor body since I allowed myself to be drawn into the swinging culture of my new friends; one doesn't have sex in a moving wagon, does one? By then I'd ceased caring what anyone except Robbie thought about the new, sexually promiscuous me, having enjoyed accommodating the penises of nine newly acquainted male friends since arriving, feeling that too much casual sex was barely enough in that situation. I felt that I had so much to catch up on as most of the girls in my Sunday-school group had already developed reputations by the age of eighteen. I wondered if any of them had taken up spouse-swapping in the years since.

As Vern drove the big Nissan four-by-four up the escarpment I sat in the rear with Mark and Eve with Lisa in front. With three women and two men my pussy shouldn't be put upon as much as it had over the previous couple of days, I thought. Robbie had roughly, but pleasantly, fucked my half-wakened person that morning before showering, but now Mark's hands had found their way inside the front of Eve's and my tops to fondle our breasts. As Eve was responding more positively it was safe to assume that he'd screw her first and I'd be safe until later in the morning.

It wasn't that I thought Mark's ministrations unwelcome at all, I'd grown to feel real affection for him by then, but felt lethargic at having rather overdone things recently and I would have enjoyed a lazy day alone in bed. Then his agile fingers had found their way into our pants and to our moist clitties and, despite my need for rest, felt a burgeoning need for sexual relief. Eve took her shorts off, then Mark's, before sliding on to his lap and slotting his plump penis into her warm, juicy cunt.

"Ooooh, that's better," she sighed as she drew my face to her bare bosom. 

I licked and sucked her swollen nipples, feeling her thrill at my touch before I noticed Lisa lying across the forward seats to do a similar favour to Vern's big, thick dick and Eve took a fancy to my boobs after undoing my top to bare them to all around. I'd slipped my brassiere off when Rob left, enjoying the way Eve felt with her magnificent breasts swaying unfettered under light fabric, so I suppose that there was little left to the other's imaginations anyway. Eve and Mark got into kneeling positions where he then pounded her bottom with his thrusting hips while she took my shorts off and also knelt so that she could eat my quim. I spread my knees widely to allow her the maximum space between my thighs to lick and to nibble at my swollen clitty, pushing and rolling my trembling hips at the profound pleasure she gave me with her practised mouth, then came with a tremulous moan of bliss. This all appeared to herald a general orgasm shared by all of us, including Lisa who'd been fingered by Eve, resulting in an abatement of lust for the rest of the trip.

Over the crest of the scarp we turned off on to a secondary road and then through a gate on gravel driveway to an older style of weatherboard cottage, often described as a bungalow, secluded in the forest. 

"It's so gorgeous here," cried Lisa, prancing barefooted around the lawn like a child, but with her braless bosom bouncing around freely beneath her little, stretch-cotton top.

It was actually a lot cooler than the coast due to the altitude and I too enjoyed the difference as Lisa and I helped Vern carry crates of groceries and vegetables along a sunless forest pathway to another, nearby house then inhabited by two Japanese couples.

There was a bit of chat between the two wives and Lisa sniggered. "They think we're whores."

Aiko, the elder of the two, put her hand to her mouth and blushed deeply on realizing she'd been overheard and understood by Lisa who reassured them that we weren't offended by their remarks. She explained the relationship between the group of us which Aiko translated for Kimiko who seemed quite interested in the concept of exchanging spouses, although they both giggled and blushed while their husbands ogled we immodestly dressed round-eye women from a distance.

After further conversation in both Japanese and English, as well as some mixture, it seemed that the Asian couples had come across their neighbours, the two Australian couples from the third bungalow swimmimg nude and having sex, both men with both women. 

"This is quite common in Australia," lied Lisa. "It's our way of keeping friendships or of making new friends."

They didn't seem to be seriously shocked at this revelation, nor it seems, were their husbands when Vern laid the story on them at hearing them speak of the neighbours making hard and heavy love with each other's wives by the 

stream below the houses. 

"An old local custom," he explained, "arising from the Christian concept of loving your neighbours, particularly one's feminine neighbours, to ensure communal cohesion."

Eve and Mark revealed to us that they too had received more than cursory interest from the other couples to whom they'd delivered supplies, but Vern wasn't in any hurry to test that interest and led us all down along a steep path through the forest to a fast-flowing brook where we got undressed and leapt into a deep pool. The water was chilly, colder than I'd have believed in the tropics, so we weren't in for long, emerging for drinks and lunch in the nude. 

Vern's thick tool was up at the hard once more and I was a little put-out that he got Lisa to perch her lovely bottom on a waist-high shelf of shiny black basalt, raise and spread her long legs to accept his broad penis into her eager vagina. Mark's tool rose rapidly at the sight of his wife's pussy being so agreeably filled, looked at Eve who nodded in my direction and got me to pose similarly to Lisa before inserting his cock in my passion pouch to the hilt. I enfolded him in the warm valley of my limbs and voluptuously rotated my hips and bottom as he rhythmically slid his stiff penis into and out of my welling twat. Eve moved behind me to delightfully mould and knead my boobs as she nibbled and licked my neck and shoulders, tonguing my ears and deep kissing Mark's and my mouths.

"Oh hullo," Eve smiled warmly in greeting and moved around to take up the fucking position beside me where Kenji, the elder of the oriental gentlemen, stepped up between her big legs and easily inserted his small, dark purple, uncircumcised dick into her waiting quim at her smiled invitation. She then wrapped herself hotly about him while they got to pumping and writhing with the novelty of fucking with a virtual stranger. 

"Oh my goodness!" squeaked Lisa in genuine surprise as Vern withdrew from her embrace to allow Taki to slide his slender cock inside her wet, exposed vulva. Initially taken aback because she was still in climax with Vern, she nevertheless hung in there to ensure that international relations would not suffer on her account and the old customs were maintained.

Mark made the strained grunting sound which I knew presaged his climax so I strove to make our mutual relief something of a display of wanton sexual abandonment for the amusement of the Japanese ladies viewing us at a polite distance away. Just as he stiffened I cupped his balls and squeezed gently, tickling his convulsing scrotum until my own orgasm set my rigid, sweating body to repeated spasms of ecstacy.

We went swimming and sliding down a slippery channel between the boulders and then wandered over to where Vern was in conversation with the extremely embarrassed looking Aiko and Kimiko who were wearing scanty, Ipanema-style, thong bikinis for the first time, their tan lines testified to their having previously worn only quite modest one-piece bathing costumes. Kimiko was as slender, but barely more developed than a pubescent twelve-year-old, while Aiko was larger all over, sporting a lovely pair of tits, both women eyeing his semi-tumescent tool as one would view a deadly snake in close proximity to one's person. Then, upon noticing Mark's member in a similar state, they looked even more nervous, making me wonder as to their preparedness to feel a local tool in their tight little vaginas. Aiko found it difficult to make eye contact with us as she chatted, so it was hard to know her mind. Kimiko said something which Aiko translated.

"She say Western men have large, ah, you call them cocks?"

"Yep," grinned Mark, "cocks. Would she like to feel mine?"

Aiko told her of the offer and Kimiko reached over to grasp his proffered penis, her hand cupped beneath as it arose quickly to full erection, gently rubbing and squeezing the jerking shaft with her beautifully manicured hand 

before feeling his swollen knob with the other.

"Here, you try mine," Vern suggested to Aiko who was closely watching her friend's hands on Mark. 

She tentatively touched his penis in several places before grasping and stroking it to erection at his urging.

"You know that Western women have pussies like so?" Mark asked Aiko while holding two slightly curved fingers vertically and parallel to give her the impression of vulvar labia, indicating my quim as an example. "I heard that Japanese ladies' cunts go this way."

He held up his fingers horizontally to illustrate a cross-wise vulva and it took Aiko a moment or two to comprehend this before her hand flew up to her mouth as she burst into an uncontrolable fit of giggling. Kimiko wanted to know the joke and when Aiko eventually explained it, she too burst into laughter while shaking her head in denial before releasing Mark's penis and sliding a finger under the leg band elastic of her new bikini. Drawing the fabric aside she revealed a lovely, little vulva with dark, vertical labia and soft, sparse black hair on her pubic mound and vulvar lips. 

She made no protest when Mark covered her pussy with his hand, but when his exploring finger found her clitty her slim body jerked as she gasped at the thrill from his intimate touch. Aiko seemed rather reluctant to display her hidden sexual treasure, but Kimiko's mild words of admonishment led her to uncover her rather more hirsute pussy, remaining silent as Vern fingered her pouty snatch. She was taller, heavier and paler than Kimiko, apparently more serious and not at all sure about the direction in which events seemed to be taking her that day.

"Time for a swim," smiled Vern and poor Mark looked baffled as he removed his hand from Kimiko's juicy and, by then, receptive cunt and followed him. 

The two women looked bewildered too. "They don't want us for, ah, you say fucking?" asked Aiko.

"They're not really sure that you want to do fucking," I told them.

"But their ladies doing it with our men," she said looking up at the pair of coupled couples banging away happily. "We must have an obligation?"

"No obligations," I chuckled. "It's all just for fun, not for obligation. We just fuck for enjoyment; a game just for pleasure to me and the pleasure I like to give my friends. No obligation at all. It's your choice entirely."

Aiko explained my words to Kimiko who nodded and smiled coyly, enquiring, through her friend, how to go about persuading the two blokes to come back. I beckoned them to follow me and called the guys to come back up. They had ridden down a narrow torrent in a deep, water-worn groove in the lava rock creek bed and not injured themselves and I wanted to try too. I sat in the still water between Mark's legs with my elbows hooked around his thighs, he pulling me back against him with his hands cupping my breasts. Vern pushed and we were off at an incredible speed, covering the thirty yards in barely a second; the pressure and swirl so strong that it forced chilly water into my anus and vagina.

"A natural enema," laughed Mark when he understood what my strange facial expression signified.

"And douche," I added and he laughed even louder.

Mark indicated to Kimiko that he'd like her to join him in a rapid ride down the water chute. She unfastened her tiny bra to reveal a pair of teeny breasts; hard and hemispherical with tiny red cones tipping each, then went into the water to join him in the approved manner to ride the wild torrent. On standing at the other end she didn't realize that the drag had taken her bikini bottom and, on glancing down at her nakedness, momentarily covered her crotch with her hands.

Vern and I took another ride before Kimiko co-opted him to take her too. As they raced away Aiko removed her brief and requested that I show her the ropes. She squealed girlishly as we suddenly shot downstream, then lay back in my arms in the shallows, trembling all over and not wholly from the cold I was sure. My hands lingered on her lovely boobs for a bit longer than was seemly, but she made no complaint. 

The others eventually found Kimiko's bikini brief and the two women had a couple more rides with each of the blokes, screaming and giggling as they cavorted in the churning water. Despite their not sharing a common tongue, Mark and Kimiko were quickly making themselves understood in the unspoken language of love, then embracing, kissing deeply and caressing each others' body. Any hesitation on her part evaporated completely as she took his cock in her hand and eagerly returned his ardent kisses, spreading her slim legs widely as he lifted her bottom and sat her in a smooth hollow in a boulder. He poked and prodded at her pleasure pouch with his swollen knob while she crossed her little feet behind his bottom to draw him to her body with her slender legs, his hot cock sliding easily into her warm, wet sheath as they exhaled loudly with fierce excitement. Her petite body trembled and quivered with both sexual pleasure and effort as she met his pounding hips with hers in the rapturous rhythm of unrestrained love, albeit of a quite temporary nature, while she very clearly enjoyed the experience of being intimately entwined with his fervid, straining body.

Aiko wanted to ride down the rapids with me once again, sitting behind to gently massage my breasts, then embracing and kissing me deeply; thigh to cunt, bosom flattened on bosom and grasping each others' taut buttocks.

"I am so, ah, horny?" she breathed into my ear, "but I still feel afraid to fuck with another man."

"I felt exactly that way on Monday," I reassured her. "You'll find it so much easier to be a loose woman when you've had a screw with Vern. You'll wonder why you hesitated at all, once you've tried. It's a whole new world."

"He is good; nice at fucking?"

"The very best," Vern husked immodestly before slipping an arm around us both to cup one each of our tits to tweak and roll the hard nipples between finger and thumb. 

Being on a sure thing with me if her hesitation persisted, he was overtly salacious with us and delved into both our quims at the same time, kissing us deeply as he titillated our tingling twats. After a very long, deep kiss she submitted herself to him as he put her bottom up on the stone seat next to Kimiko's rotating posterior. Drawing up her legs she opened her knees as widely as she could to present her little snatch for penetration, grimacing momentarily as he forced his big knob between the plump, stretching labia, then shutting her slitted eyes to savour the sensation of his pulsing penis completely filling her narrow vagina.

"Good," I asked, perched up behind and caressing her as Eve had done with me earlier.

"Mmmm," she agreed, sounding a trifle disappointed. "It is so much bigger than any I have known, but it feels no larger."

She responded to his easy pelvic thrusting by rolling her hips in time as she made small sounds of pleasured exertion at the back of her throat as he pushed her backwards in order to suck and nibble at her jiggling boobs and try to kiss her mouth.

It was then that I observed the other couples from the bungalows heading our way, to the scene of their previous day's debauchery and wondered about their thoughts on public sex with complete strangers. One of the men looked directly into my eyes and smiled amiably so I showed my inate friendliness by returning his smile, not to mention my lascivious desire to get my love pouch around a very substantial male member. Both guys had taken their gear off to reveal their readiness for a bit of nooky, but the wives made not a move to bare their charms, leading me to hope that I might have a choice of thick cocks to acquaint with my juicy pussy. Maintaining steady eye contact as he strode the twenty metres to me as I slipped out from behind Aiko who smiled dreamily on comprehending my imminent impalement upon an unfamiliar male sexual organ.

"Hi," he grinned boyishly as he put his hands on my hips, "I'm Brett." 

"Hello, I'm Deby," I responded, lifting both knees high and wide apart to allow him access to my hungry pussy, manually guiding his almost perfectly conical, pink knob to part my plump labia and make me sigh tremulously at the sensation of being filled by his easily sliding penis.

We entwined all our fingers as I encircled his waist with my legs and he leaned forward over my supine body with my arms held back over my head with his strong hips pumping manfully to slide his hot cock in and out of my wet foamy twat. Our leisurely grind continued happily until we became aware of Mark's making some unusually fervid sounds as he fucked, so we paused.

"OoOooooh shit! ooooooh Jesus! Ooooooh God!" he cried desperately and was overcome by a series of convulsions which seemed more akin to epilepsy than to orgasm. 

When the intense pleasure eventually abated, the rest of us went back to screwing each other a little more urgently.

"I'd be interested to know what she did to him to get him to come in that way," Brett chuckled breathily while continuing to thrust that magnificent cock into me.

"Mmmmm, me too," I agreed with my bottom rotating and my sweaty breasts tossing and quivering on my straining chest. 

Even before he indicated it to me, I knew he was going to come as an odd, uncontrolled feeling seemed to cause some kind of desperate irregularity in his previously rhythmic pelvic movements.

"I'm going to come," he gritted.

"Fine," I gasped, feeling his glistening body stiffen as a gush of warm semen flooded my womb and the repeated thrills of orgasm gripped my body in spasms of voluptuous bliss.

Mark stepped away from Kimiko, but before she could do anything to stop him, Brett's friend had introduced his stiff member to her puffy, red and 

well-used pussy. Having seen her own spouse do the same thing to Lisa, she accepted the situation as he furiously banged away in her languid embrace. 

On noticing me looking at her she smiled wryly and lay back submissively. His name, I discovered later when we coupled for the first time, was Ross, who was hung nearly as well as his friend.

In due course Eve, Lisa and their partners strolled down to frolic in the pool while Mark was chatting to Brett and Ross' spouses who were still clad and looking more than a little embarrassed at the situation their husbands had wrought by screwing us. They weren't keen to reciprocate on their men's behalf, but seemed to be afraid that things could turn nasty without a quid pro quo.

"The girls reckon the rest of you are sluts for making your introductions with the guys' dicks all ready inside you," grinned Brett. "We gave it a go when we saw you all swapping around and shagging everyone else at the beach on Monday, but they're not ready to go any further just yet."

"Christ! Don't tell the Japs that," I giggled. "They saw you all hard at it yesterday and Vern's explained that it's an old national custom to share your spouse with new friends. They're actually only doing it to experience our traditional culture." 

Eventually, all nine of us were back playing in the stream, even Jenifer and Rosalie who'd been coaxed out of their clothes so long as they had no liability for sex with strange men. Horseplay developed into lust so Eva and Lisa were raced off for more shagging by Taki and Kenji respectively, as were Aiko and Kimiko, by Mark and Vern, while I stayed with the others. The two ladies seemed to be quite at ease with the other's husband playing with either their tits or their spouse with mine, chatting about our recent sexual exploits and their being surprised that I'd only started swinging as recently as they. Mind you, they were quite aghast at the number of penises that had followed Mark's into my pouch, wondering about their own capacity for sex in the light of my rapid change from being so much like them to the more accommodating woman I'd become.




On The Road Ch. 05



Ross was kissing me deeply as I lay back on my towel beside Jen and Rosa who watched with more than a passing interest while he pulled me to my side to face him and manoeuvred himself between my legs where his tool vanished into my wet twat before I was really aware of it. I looked around at Jenny to see how this affected her, but she had a strange expression on her face which I wasn't too sure about until I saw Brett poking his hefty tool into her furry pleasure portal, from behind. She kissed my face and massaged my tits before locking lips with mine and her exploring tongue probing deeper and deeper into my mouth, returning to nibble my neck and shoulders before Rosa leaned across Ross to kiss me deeply as he sucked on her voluptuously pendulous bosom.

I reached back to Jenny's crotch and found her clitty to diddle as Ross shagged her in a leisurely manner; their coupled parts emitting less than romantic slurping sounds and his flexing belly slapping on her broad buttocks, while Ross fingered Rosa's dark-furred pussy as she caressed and kissed us. They all obviously enjoyed a group effort and I felt Jen come, then Rosa, before Ross thrust his penis deep inside me to squirt very little semen as he warmly convulsed with the joy of ejaculation and bring on my own orgasm. It was so truly pleasurable to lie around kissing and cuddling with four other people as my person jerked and trembled continuously with orgasm against similarly affected bodies until our passion eventually cooled. 

Following another period in the stream with most of those present, I saw that Rosa and Jenny were then happily allowing all the men to handle their breasts in the torrent and later as we all paused for a drink and a smoke of something green before people paired off again. Kenji indicated his readiness for a bit more shagging and took my hand to lead me up to the spot where his wife had so recently enjoyed our friendly, local customs. He probed my proffered pussy with his eyes and fingers before poking with his shiny, red knob at 

my eager vulvar slit for entry to my juicy vagina. I drew him into me with my legs encircling his waist, chuckling huskily as he emitted a happy gasp of pleasure, then both leant right back to see how completely I'd engulfed his tool.

We momentarily luxuriated in the sensation of his slender tool making the acquaintance of my avid passion pouch for the first time as Rosa somewhat unexpectedly appeared beside us to gingerly ease her large, shapely bottom on to the shiny stone seat, looking down at our coupled parts and catching my eye as she led Taki's hard, upcurved dick to her furry quim.

"I thought it best to ensure a peaceful time for all," Rosa grinned a bit uncertainly. "Jen hasn't given any indication as to what she'd be prepared to do, but I thought that the blokes had probably immorally obligated us to put out for the guys whose wives they've been bonking; all of them now."

The last few sylables rose sharply in a gasping squeak when Taki's turgid tool suddenly coursed into her unctuous vagina as his hips pressed hard on her exposed crotch. Embracing him tightly she urged him to thrust his cock vigourously with her broad bottom wiggling excitedly in her desire for more robust sex; any hint of modesty or shyness having evaporated with the easy intromission of the new dick. With his cock pumping furiously in and out of her tingling pussy, every last vestige of moral rectitude had gone and she wanted a major effort by him to reward and pleasure her, the eager upthrust of her substantial bum having an extremely positive effect upon his libido. I wasn't too sure by then that her motive had been entirely selfless as she bucked and writhed and cried out in the most basic terms for him to 'fuck' her to a standstill, or words to that effect. She later admitted to being more than just pleasantly surprised at the intense sexual excitement she'd experienced in her first promiscuously adulterous screw; obviously enjoying it as much as any woman I'd recently seen in that position.

As did I of course, finding Kenji's shagging style surprisingly vigourous for a guy of around forty and allowing myself to shed all restraint, as henhad done, in giving voice to our pleasure. 

The sun disappeared behind the western wall of the valley by two p.m. and the blokes had slowed to a walk. Rosa and Jen had abandoned their position and were busily trying to catch up with the rest of us in the number of hot cocks accommodated, behaving in exactly the sluttish manner that they were so determined to eschew an hour or so earlier.

The walk back up to the houses wasn't easy for any of us, but following ashower and a cool glass of Riesling I felt more or less human again. Nobody had mentioned our overnighting there, but I had no objection to that if came to pass. Vern fired up the big, stone outdoor barbeque and, everybody donating to a shared meal, we all dined well before I was ready for night's slumber, particularly on noticing a rash of groping around the group. I found a bed, made it up and slipped under the sheet.

The memory of that night still has a hazy, dreamlike feel about it as I'm really not sure of what actually occurred and whether I imagined some of it. I awoke in the morning to find Jen and Aiko sharing my bed in a wild tangle of limbs which suggested some degree of intimacy before we slept. Prior to that there seemed to have been others, both men and women, coming and going to enjoy some physical contact with me, alone or as part of a group.



On The Road Ch. 06



DEBY

Vern drove us down from the mountains in the morning coolness in complete silence, none of us feeling particularly chatty after the previous evenings events. I was barely out of that vehicle when Norman pushed me into another and we were off to a marina and on to his very large, Bertram motor launch. Outside the breakwater he opened the throttles and the noise of the diesels became a faint whistle behind us as we planned smoothly across the flat sea, our destination an island in the haze of the horizon.

Ronnie and Rob emerged from below, she in a gold, stretch, thong monokini and he in blue, lycra Speedo bathers. A few minutes later another, younger couple came up, then a somewhat older one. These were Zac and Tina and Ned and Stephanie respectively, the older woman being an academic in a natural science and the younger guy her offsider. They were guests of Norm's friend who'd discovered a new type of reef denizen and had gone on ahead to ensure an early start to diving.

Following Ronnie's lead, Stephanie removed her t-shirt dress to display a fine set of slightly freckled, tanned tits and buttocks. She was of similar age to Ronnie and as well preserved; obviously still attractive to younger men if their glances were any guide, although she gave no sign that she was aware of it. Tina kept her boobs covered, as I did after having gone below to change into my gold g-string and t-shirt.

Eventually we sailed into a sheltered bay where we found two, big sailing yachts tied together at anchor. Norm manoeuvered his even bigger motor boat forward of their position, dropped two anchors about twenty metres apart to then slide astern and tie up on the seaward side of the other boats to form a large raft which maintained position because of the pattern of their four anchors.

There was only one couple aboard one of the other boats, both nude and tanned to a deep mahogany colour, the bloke having a normal and a skinny, atrophied leg as if he'd suffered polio at some stage. They had an inflatable dinghy laden with diving gear moored astern and everybody, except Tina, Dan and I, hopped into it as Norm took them away around the end of the bay.

Dan, who owned the yacht alongside, had shaggy, curly black hair streaked with a few grey ones and was a lovely man. He showed Tina and I how to use the snorkelling gear before we hung off the stern boarding platform to view the submarine world below. Gaining in confidence we swam around the moored boats, then out to the coral reef to marvel at the variety of life and hues of all those animals. Eventually Tina indicated that she was going back to the boats, but being fascinated by the sights, I continued swimming around.

In due course I climbed back aboard Norm's boat to hear the very familiar sounds of sexual congress and peeped next door to discover Tina's ample bottom rotating furiously over Dan's slim hips as she gasped and groaned emotionly. I quietly sipped some orange juice before removing my top and slipping back over the side to continue snorkelling.

I heard an outboard motor and looked up to see Norm returning, but when I got back to the boats I found only Dan in attendance. I removed my g-stringand wrung it out before climbing into the cockpit of his yacht and toweling myself. 

"Drink?" he offered.

"Yes please," I answered, "a soft drink, if you have one."

He came back and handed me a sweet orange Fanta and sat opposite me where I couldn't help but notice his cock slowly rising to full erection while he looked at me. Not only did it make me feel wanted, it does a girl's ego no end of good to watch a dick hardening over herself, but after all that had transpired I was then ready for a bit of in and out again.

"Is that as a result of something I did or said?" I asked playfully while staring pointedly at his stiff cock.

"Just being here and looking so delectable," he murmured. "Lovely ladies always make me feel like this."

I rose and stepped across the cockpit, kneeling astride and facing him as I sank down in his lap to engulf his cock in my wet cunt, pressing my boobs to his chest as we kissed deeply. Clamping my vagina around his stiff penis made him thrill in a way which testified to its not having been affected in any way by the disease which had withered his leg. I gripped the coaming to his rear to raise and lower my bottom and slide his penis in and out of my welling pussy in the rhythm of love as he cupped my pumping buttocks in his gentle hands. 

"Ooooh ye-esss!" he breathed hotly into my ear. "Oooh gawd!"

"Mmmmm," I agreed softly. "That really is nice to have inside one."

Because of his recent efforts we enjoyed a long, languorous fuck, me rotating my bottom strenuously in my effort to make him feel as good as I did. He teasingly slid his big prick slowly and with a varying cadence so that I was never sure as to how fast or how deep he would thrust, but thrilling me profoundly as I tried to reciprocate with my tingling hips.

"Oh jeez, I'm coming," he gasped hoarsely.

"It's okay," I groaned passionately. "I'm ready."

He thrust deep into me and exploded. There wasn't very much semen, but I felt what there was and came with a blissful cry as my sweating body became rigid and shook with spasmodic pleasure.

I wasn't aware of anything else for a time until I saw Dan looking beyond my shoulder and smiling, turning to see Norm and two women of around my own age standing on the boarding platform grinning at us. They were clutching a towel and bikini each, the tan lines on their naked bodies testifying to an absence of sun on those parts until recently.

I jumped off his lap.

"You've finally done it?" said Dan to both Ashley and Wanda who blushed.

"Yes," affirmed Ashley, "this morning we became swingers."

"And?"

"And it was as good as Corine said it would be. And I'm sorry I hesitated for so long. Okay?"

They sat on each side of Norman when he'd got them drinks, his prodigious pussy pummeller having risen to full erection as the two women caressed his private parts with a complete lack of inhibition. Ashley lifted one leg and slid on to his lap, his cock vanishing into her almost hairless snatch in a trice and her eyes fluttering involuntarily at the thrill of it stretching her so widely.

"Bitch!" spat Wanda, looking then at Dan's reawakening dick before moving over to sit beside him and stroke it.

It seemed like time to go so I put my g-string monokini back on and, with a towel held high, frog-kicked on my back to the beach.

* 

Wanda and Ashley's spouses were waiting in the shade of a big tree to see who turned up on the beach. 

"What are they doing out there?" asked Tim. 

"Who?" 

"Our wives of course!" Todd exclaimed impatiently. 

"What would you like them to be doing?" I teased. 

"Fucking, hopefully. It'll assuage any residual guilt I might feel," he told me sincerely. 

"Well, one was and one gave every indication that it would not be too long before she was hosting a new dick." 

"And how about you Debs? You up for a bit of rumpy-pumpy?" 

I smiled coyly and ran into the sea where they soon caught me to sink their nasty bits in my pussy and arse.

And so my weekend went; a succession of partners, both male and female, night and day until we returned to our hotel on Sunday night to sleep for twelve hours straight. 

I spent the Monday setting up the campervan with food, water and all the other things we'd need for the trip home while Rob finalised matters with Norm at work.

We'd said our goodbyes the previous night so we left to hit the road without fanfare.

*

ROB 

"Look what's coming," I chuckled as I swung out to overtake a roadtrain. "Yellow campervan on the right."

She looked and, in the passenger seat of a camper like ours, got just a glimpse of a naked, dark skinned lady kneeling up to jiggle her big breasts and show off her shaven pussy for the benefit of the driver in the big rig. Two long blasts on his klaxon went to confirm that he'd seen and obviouslyappreciated her bared charms, despite the fact she was no spring chicken, but not an old boiler by any means. I'd have happily shared an introductory bonk with the lady.

"Oh my God!" cried Deby, aghast. "Why's she doing that?"

"It's called flashing, a game," I laughed. "Women seem to get a big buzz from showing it all to complete strangers, so long as it's from the safety of their own car. A bit like driving through a lion park really."

"Have you seen it before?"

"A couple of times, but you can't actually see very much from another car because you're down too low. They aim at the truckies because of the height of their cabs and, being on a long haul, aren't likely to turn back or any chance to meet again, not that they'd recognize her after such a brief look. I don't think they'd be looking at the face anyway." 

Deby giggled self-consciously, as much at the thought of herself in such a lewd, public pose as at my rather crude description of things. I was beginning to enjoy hearing her giggling as she was doing it much more often and she then sounded more sexually aware than she had done when it was just an innocent, young girl's reaction.

"What's so funny?" I asked her, fishing.

"Nothing really," she told me quietly. "I was just thinking a very crude, lewd and rude thought."

"About?"

"What she was feeling while doing that."

"Give it a go, that's the quick way to find out."

"Oh yeah!" she cried disparagingly. "See the respectable, mild-mannered suburban housewife turn flasher on the highways of our land. You have to be kidding!"

"Dare you," I grinned, interested to see just how far the new, liberated Deby might go now we were discussing sexual matters more frankly.

We were silent for a while and I didn't know whether or not it boded well for my hopes until she slipped her bra off from under her red, knit top and pushed her hair up under a baseball cap. About a kilometre further along we saw a road-train approaching us around a long, sweeping curve so she pulled her top down to her waist, the seatbelt sash off to one side and lifted her arms to grasp the back of her headrest to thrust her naked breasts forward and be rewarded by the sound of several longer klaxon blasts before smilingdemurely as she covered her bosom again. 

"So?" I enquired.

"Sinfully naughty," she chuckled, still flushed with mild embarrassment, "but kind of sexy too."

"Here's another one then."

She lowered her top and resumed the pose she saw as displaying her tanned, bountiful bosom to best advantage until several other series of horn blasts indicated that her display had been appreciated by blokes who would forever remain anonymous to her as she would with them. She was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of acting outside the norms of her polite lower middle-class, suburban convention and in front of me at last. God! I really wished she'd been at that point a week earlier. Perhaps we'd have had a chance to enjoy a swing together as it was still my ambition to see her screw another bloke in my presence, despite her avowal that it'll never happen. Patience.

"There, I did it. Satisfied now?" she smiled coyly.

"Are you satisfied, darling?" I asked her. "I hoped that you might enjoy doing it as an self-esteem builder. Anyway, you've flashed your boobs around in public before this."

"Not really in public, just among friends, who were doing the same thing," she replied defensively.

"Okay then, how about a full nuddy flash? That'll be a new experience for us." 

She grinned back at me with a flushed countenance before unfastening her seatbelt to undress completely, then checked her cap and sunglasses until I gave her the signal to get into position for her debut full flash. Kneeling on the seat she gripped the headrest and thrust her hips forward, knees and elbows spread as widely as possible, to display an immodestly naked body to the world at large. Two truckers tooted their approval, but it wasn't quite possible to gage the reaction of the eye-boggled passengers aboard the bigtourist coach immediately behind the second semi.

"You rat Robbie!" she shrieked, dissolving into wild, almost hysterical laughter. 

"I didn't see it in behind the semi," I lied. "You had a healthy audience there, so long as they weren't nuns or Country Womens' Association ladies."

"At least they didn't see my face," she giggled.

"You're enjoying this?"

"Mmmmm."

"Me too. You've never been like this before."

"Like what?"

"You know, a bit wild and openly salacious."

"It was your idea."

"Oh, I'm not complaining; it's really just that I got the impression that you weren't overly chuffed by the events of recent days."

"You mean your having it off with every woman in town," she scowled. "But I wasn't unchuffed, it's just as I said to you when I gave you my blessing to stray, I just can't feel right about doing it with another guy in front of you, even if you think you'd like to see it. I feel as if I'd be risking your seeing me as wanton or slutty and I absolutely couldn't live with that, whatever you think about it."

"Well, it's still my continuing ambition to see you loosen up and spread yourself around, but only if you feel comfortable about it." 

"So how did you like my flashing, now that the world's seen all there is to see of me?"

"Aroused, how about you?"

"Randy," she husked, reaching across the console to verify my statement by checking the state of my cock.

"Why don't we stop and do something with it?"

"Why stop?" she laughed provocatively, her naked figure adopting a foetal position across the console with her head in my lap.

She opened my flies and exposed my hard cock, taking half its length into her lips and thrilling me with her sensual sucking and warm, gentle fingers stroking my tight scrotum. At some time she'd obviously talked with Ronnie on the subject of deep throat fellatio as she was becoming more expert with each try on my dick. I employed my left hand tweaking and twisting her taut nipples and kneading her tits while she diddled her clit with her free hand.

"Oh God, I'm going to come!" I gasped as the warm tingle of coming climax suddenly grew into an unstoppable spasm of sexual bliss.

My surprisingly copious gush of twelve hours of pent up semen was quite a lot more than her mouth could manage so she had creamy-white, viscous fluid oozing from her lips around my prick before she hungrily lapped and sucked it all up as her body stiffened with a mild but satisfying orgasm.

"You came too?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yep," she agreed. "I told you I was really up there."

"Does this presage a new chapter in our sexlife?" I asked of her, looking pleased at the prospect.

"I haven't made any decisions concerning that matter."

"I'm really glad," I told her sincerely. "How far from a decision are you, my darling?"

"Oh Robbie," she sighed uncomfortably, "you'll really have to be patient with me and I'll try to be more free and easy with sex. I don't mind if you have it off with other ladies; I'm at ease with that idea now, but I really just can't feel good about doing it in front of you with some other guy. It scares me to death, to be brutally honest about it."

"I don't feel very good about me doing it and you missing out on all that fun. I desperately want to share this with you, darling."

"Don't push your luck," she laughed. "Just accept my gift of guilt-free casual sex and enjoy it."

"Well at least I can grant you the same consideration."

"Thank you, my lover, but I don't think I can do what you want of me just yet. Don't pressure me, okay?"

We stopped for lunch at a roadhouse where I pulled in without any warning to Deby who was still reclining naked across the seats. All types of vehicles and people crowded the forecourt and the parking bays, so she had to crouch redfaced on the floor to dress again. Later she shed her gear to once more disport her delectably nude body for those truckies passing in the opposite direction, becoming ever more lewdly brazen as she pushed out and shook her magnificent breasts while toying with her wet cunt. 

Later in the afternoon we passed an aging sign indicating a beach away to the right, so I did a u-turn and then headed eastward along a double wheel-rutted track between farm fences until we came to the ocean approximately ten kilometres from the highway. A number of huge mango trees surrounded a clear grassed area where two cars were parked to indicate we weren't alone and, upon investigating, discovered a group of deeply tanned, naked couples preparing to depart the beach. On passing us they all smiled and nodded in greeting; a very rare occurrence to city folks like us, but quite pleasant, nevertheless.

When we were alone once more, Deby threw off her clothing and got a towel from the van to dance around naked while urging me to join her, feigning a cry of fear and fleeing down the beach to the water at the sight of my hard and horizontal pecker. After frolicking and splashing about in the sea amid a great deal of squealing and giggling from Deby, I finally grasped her wet, wriggling, squirming body in my arms.

"You'll have to rape me," she giggled insanely as I tried to kiss her on the mouth and grope her pussy.

She continued struggling and chortling while I carried her to the water's edge, bore her down to the wet sand and lay fully on her body in trying to kiss her forcibly. I used my knees to force her thighs apart and attempted to enter her without using my hands, but she wriggled and jerked her hips to avoid me, eventually submitting when I found my way inside her with a mometary lucky alignment of my penis and her unctuous snatch. She wrapped her legs around mine and responded fervidly to my fiercely thrusting pelvis with a strenuous lifting rotation of her ample hips.

"Ye-es, hard, hard!" she grunted urgently, clawing at my lustily pumping buttocks. 

My taut abdomen thudded against her exposed pudendum until she emitted an abandoned cry of ecstasy, her entire body stiffening so suddenly in orgasm that I was surprised at its ferocity and of her convulsive jerking at the exquisite pleasure of release. I kept up a steady rhythm in sliding my hot prick in and out of her pulsing and clinging vagina before that inevitable explosion of climax in my trembling loins caused me to groan softly as its spasms racked my rigid form.

"I reckon we should make the effort to do something a bit like this again fairly soon," I breathed warmly into her ear some time later, tonguing it and then kissing her deeply on the mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured dreamily, playfully pulling at my lips with her teeth and undulating her neat hips while tightening her juicy vagina around my softening dick.

After rinsing the sand from our bodies, we strolled up the beach, wholly naked, to find a second vehicle in the parking area. It was another rented campervan like our own.

"Hello," grinned the female half of the couple emerging from the van. "We thought we'd try it too."

I wondered whether she meant the sex or the ocean and on glancing back at the sea saw that what we were doing would have been fairly obvious, but not in any detail. When they dropped their towels their nakedness was only just apparent in the gathering dusk, so I wasn't able to decide there whether or not she'd be a desirable target for my dick. 

Deby heated water on the gas barbeque as I hung the outdoor shower bucket from a tree. We'd barely finished bathing when our new neighbours, Ruth and Tony, emerged from the gloom and accepted my offer of them using the shower while it was still up. They were nude beneath their towels, I noticed when they dropped them to wash, a fact that encouraged me to indulge in a little fantasy over prospects for the following day. 

Tony was thirtyish, of moorish complexion and Mediterranean handsomeness, although I'd noticed that his buttocks were as white as mine had been until recently, contrasting sharply with his mahogony tan elsewhere. His face was wide with a jutting chin and full sensuous lips framed by wavy, black hair. Although he wasn't that tall he gave me a real impression of great physical strength and, to my great pleasure, saw the way Deby had looked at him and the demure manner she usually adopted with me when she'd decide that my sex ration was due. His interest in the front of her tight knitted top was obvious, her golden brown nipples being just visible through the open weave of the fabric and, as Ruth's and Deby's eyes met momentarily, both grinned coyly. I looked a bit more closely at Ruth's front to see she'd removed her bra on her last trip inside and, with an even wider woven texture, her pale nipples were actually protruding through the gaps in the fabric.




On The Road Ch. 06



She looked slightly older than Tony, tall and slender with dark hair tinted reddish, a broadly-mouthed face that was very attractive without being what you'd really describe as pretty and, despite her name and the Star of David pendant, having your quintessentially Jewish look. She and Tony had come up here to visit her parents who'd moved up there on retirement, but intending to enjoy a quite memorable time travelling. Their mutually shy glances and smiles indicated that frequent nooky was likely to be a major part of their memories.

We shared a barbeque dinner and several bottles of decent wine under the stars, enjoying the moment of transient friendship that holidaymakers make, but knowing it would evaporate at our parting the next day.

I couldn't keep my eyes off Ruth's rather smaller boobs and, on glancing over at Tony, found that he was quite taken with Deby's softer, more mobile mammaries. Ruth gave her a momentary smile of encouragement, which I wasn't meant to see, getting him a gratuitous but artful eyeful of jiggling bosom while she leaned over the camp table washing the dishes. Ruth was similarly showing off her breasts as she dried, holding the dishes well away from her body as she wiped them under the glare of the Coleman lamp. 

We retired around midnight after several hours of enjoyable conversation and a display of extra-marital desire on the part of Tony and I. It wasn't possible to know how the womenfolk viewed the matter of swinging sex, but I had a feeling that Ruth wasn't too fazed over the prospect of accommodating my organ. Mind you, I'd had a fair amount gargle by then so the thought may have arisen in the head of my dick.

Deby climbed on to the bed naked, peering out the window at the other van from which the fervid sounds of sex emanated and seeing the vehicle rocking on its suspension. I switched off the light and joined her on the bed, both lying prone and grinning at Tony and Ruth's vigourous sexual fun. Deby made no sound as I moved over her and slid my warm tool into the gap between the top of her thighs and her buttocks to find the soft, moist cleft of her hot, eager cunt. Lifting her bottom slightly allowed me to slide my prick inside her wet sheath, then tightly clamping her vagina on my tool as she chuckled lasciviously at the senation. 

At first we just undulated our hips to slide my cock almost imperceptibly within her, but as Ruth's impassioned cries reached our ears, were motivated to much more ardent loving. Deby momentarily wriggled out of my embrace to turn over, receiving my slippery dick within her again and lifting her legs to place her feet on the ceiling as I rammed her avid cunt.

"Oooooh ye-es! Fuck me hard darling!" she cried without restraint, really surprising me as I'd never heard her emit much more than an excited gasp before.

She continued to urge me on with salacious sounds as she hotly bucked and writhed passionately beneath my straining body, her climax erupting with a delerious cry of pure bliss and her painted nails raking my back while she convulsed repeatedly in the ecstacy of orgasm. My own was a more subdued affair, due to the wine and earlier efforts, no more than a minimal squirt into her womb. 

Deby quickly drifted into slumber while I lay wide awake in the darkness wondering about the changes in my normally reserved and prudish wife who'd clearly enjoyed Tony's unabashed ogling of her sexily desirable form. Under normal circumstances, I realized, I'd have fantasized over shagging Ruth as I screwed with Deby, but that night she got my complete attention with her extremely sensual and intense sexual energy. However I revisited the clear mental image from a brief view of Ruth's unclad charms, albeit a rear view, to try to imagine her tall, slender figure would feel beneath me for a nice friendly, recreational fuck. Her hips were slimmer looking than my wife's, but really quite close in size due to her tallness. I did like a nice rear and Ruth had a pair of firm, round pale buttocks. Despite the fact that she wore spectacles I found her very appealing and her glances at both my face and shorts-front made me think that the idea of a little extra-marital sex with me wasn't entirely out of the question. How nice it would be to have a bit of fun in the sun, I thought, all four of us frolicking in the warm sea and indulging in a little, adulterous excitement; if only Deby could now be persuaded to take that single last step to allow herself to experience free love. If nothing else that night's events let me feel some optimism, but I wasn't holding my breath.

In the morning we arose to find everything quiet next door, but as we ate breakfast, heard the other van driven away. Although we'd not discussed any plans for the day with Tony and Ruth I could see that Deby was as seriously disappointed as I, having assumed at least a day of happy nude swimming and sunbathing with the other couple.

The beach was deserted as we took a long walk to an outcrop of stone at the end of the bay then, returning to a little forest of giant canopied trees about three hundred metres from the vehicle and growing right down to the high water mark, explored the deeply shaded area for flowers and fruit. As Deby closely inspected a tiny fern I reached around her and slid my hands up beneath her crop-top to fondle more than two large hands' full of soft breast, pressing my hips to her bottom to testify to my arousal and desire for her.

"Over here," she smiled, indicating a huge fallen tree.

We quickly shed our clothes and she leaned back provocatively on the log, rubbing her clitty and fingering her pussy, lifting one long leg and guided my pulsing penis into her oozing sheath as I stepped into her eager embrace. Our fierce shagging barely lasted seconds before we came simultaneously, my healthy gush of warm semen into her womb making her cry out joyously in her moment of ecstasy. Without bothering to dress again we walked into the sea and swam.

"I wonder how it would feel to make love in the water," I said to try to discover her feelings on that matter.

"Why don't we find out," she smiled suggestively, "when you're up to it again."

On returning to our camper I heard a motor vehicle approaching ours along the track and saw a big, orange, six-by-six, ex-military truck converted to a motorized home, drive up and park nearby. Two couples alighted and, after a look around, proceeded to set up beach umbrellas and to carry eskys down there for a day's picnic. 

A very elderly couple, they appeared to be well into their eighties, came striding along the beach, their bodies tanned mahogany by the tropical sun. When they returned from the farthest end of the bay they stopped briefly to speak to the newcomers, then continued their walk before a trio of young ladies arrived and lay on the sand; one sunning herself entirely naked, her friends bare-boobed in thong monokinis. 

We went back down and spread our towels on the sand where Deby pulled off her t-shirt to reveal herself in only an azure lycra sports brief of modest size, but revealing an appealing portion of her desirable buttocks.

"Want to go swimming in the nick?" she grinned.

"Yeah, but I'm going to disgrace us if I walk around like this," I shyly chuckled, leaning back to show her the long bulge in my bathers.

"Again?" she cried, feigning surprise. "What's happening to you."

"Well, it's all your fault, you know. You're really too arousing with the stuff you're doing to me. "

"I suppose I'd better fix it then," she giggled, getting to her feet and pulling me up with her bosom swaying pendulously in my face before walking along to the spot where we'd swum earlier.

Although we were still within sight of the people we'd just left, we were far enough away as to be unable to make out any real detail, making me more at ease about freeing my stiff willy in public. 

In chest deep water we had a bit of a problem in keeping our balance in a noticable surge just out from the water's edge, but she wrapped her legs up around my hips and we leaned away from each other to achieve some degree of stability. She reached down under her bottom and eagerly put my tumid knob against the cleft in her vulva, a downward wriggle getting a half my length inside her hot twat, the rest as I thrust my pelvis upward.

"How's that feel?" she asked indelicately.

"Great," I enthused. "You can't imagine how hot your pussy feels inside, after the cool of the water."

"Come on, do your bit," she urged me, tightening the grip of her legs and pulling my hips roughly to hers.

"It feels funny doing it like this," I told her in an attempt to discover how she really felt about our recent sexual activity. 

"Don't worry Robbie darling," she smiled affectionately. "I have no real complaint whatever about a bit of outdoor, recreational sex. I really loved our quicky this morning; truly au naturel."

I rammed up at her crotch as she sighed and gurgled happily at my efforts, apparently enjoying sex as a pastime at last, not just a marital obligation. We'd always approached our lovemaking somewhat formally in the past, so the last week had been great in having her relaxed and doing those things that newlyweds usually try, enjoying a spot of debauchery and not worrying too much about the other might be feeling. It almost seemed that she'd suddenly become like one of my sex partners of recent times, although she hadn't yet committed herself to their free-loving ways. I was aching to ask her how she had felt about the prospect of our having a casual fling with our erstwhile companions, but kept silent in fear of her feeling that my query might have constituted more pressure to engage in swinging.

Deby came explosively and gripped my body so hard that I just wasn't able to move much and consequently my climax barely shook me, however I knew it was on tap that day, whenever I needed sex. On strolling back holding hands, my dangly bits in a suitably flaccid state for a public place, we saw that Tony and Ruth had returned after replenishment of food, water and petrol at a nearby roadhouse.

On seeing our nudity, Ruth happily shed her swimsuit and encouraged Tony to do the same while I observed that she had a small gold stud through the top edge of her navel and nicely tanned, conical titties. I hoped that this might indicate a liberal attitude to extramarital loving and an opportunity to persuade Deby to try sex with another guy. I wasn't getting my hopes too high, but she had been seriously aroused by Tony's ogling over the previous evening if her performance in bed, for us both I assumed, was any guide to things. Likewise, it appeared that Ruth's readiness to allow me to hear her so ardently screwing and enjoy my interest in her lovely breasts might just be seen as a positive sign. 

"I can't," he said mournfully. "I'm not in a fit state for general view."

Deby giggled as she glanced at the tell-tale bulge of erect penis tenting the front of his tight bathers. "Robbie just had the same thing," she cried. "We went and dealt with it in the water up there." 

"True?" asked Ruth, leaning back on her elbows to give me a good look at her short fringed vulvar lips and small, dark, ovate muff. Because she wore shades it was impossible to know whether she'd flashed me deliberately, but the neatly trimmed pubic hair hinted at a positive answer.

"Yep," said Deby. "It was a lot of fun and a new way to try it, for us."

"I'm game," murmured Tony and led his eager wife away to the more private spot along the beach. 

Although we couldn't see what they were doing at that distance, it seemed exciting to speculate on what was happening below the surface. In the other direction, the two blokes from the large caravan had moved a distance along the beach to fish with their long beach rods while their spouses sun-bathed with their bikini bra straps untied. An unexpectedly large surge caused them to hurriedly move further up the beach before they realized that they were bare-breasted, so they remained that way on going swimming and, after some giggling discussion, threw their discarded briefs up by the umbrellas.

When the other two returned Tony still had his bathers on. Deby suggested a picnic and we took eskys of food and drink to a spot under the big trees along the beach.

"You two certainly enjoyed yourselves in bed last night," chuckled Ruth. "Sounded like seriously sweaty shagging to us."

"You should talk," giggled a pink faced Deby. "You got Robbie all randy and he was an irresistable beast."

"Yeah, Tony as well. He got the hots from staring at your tits and I was ravished as a result."

"They're animals aren't they," Deby grinned, still blushing deeply.

"You didn't seem to be whinging too loudly about it last night," observed Tony straight-faced. "I just did my marital duty so as to not get a nagging about the shortage of nooky."

"You fibber!" cried Ruth, punching him on the shoulder. "I never nag you about that, you sex-fiend."

"Me either agreed Deby. "He's always after it."

"Looks like you're in trouble then Deby," sniggered Ruth when she glanced down at my rigid roger. "He's up and ready again."

"Oh no!" gasped Deby in mock fright.

"Time for a swim?" I grinned, attempting to break the ice. "How about you two then?" 

"Could be fun," Ruth laughed lightly. "Coming darling?"

Tony looked pretty uncomfortable as he removed his swimsuit for the first time to reveal his erect, circumcised penis with a shiny silver ball about the size of a marble on each side of the pale pink knob. It took me only a moment to realize that they were attached to the ends of a three centimetre shaft piercing his glans below the urethra, causing me to wince at the very idea of having my own penis transfixed in that manner, although finding the concept very arousing. However, none of us seemed willing to delay having a spot of exhibitionistic sex then to discuss body piercing. It was important for us all to grasp the moment as Deby had agreed to go a step further and perhaps another was in the offing, so long as the momentum was maintained.

My hopes soared as Deby gently grasped my stiff prick and led me down the beach and into the warm, ocean waters. I'd glanced back to see Ruth towing Tony in a similarly lascivious fashion, each woman seemingly keen to be the first to get her cunt around her man's dick.

"You got it in?" asked Ruth.

"Yep, all the way," Deby responded happily. "All the way."

"Ride it cowgirl," Tony grunted huskily, gripping her bottom as he thrust into her wet vagina in a gleefully energetic screw, as much for our benefit as theirs. 

The others all found their first fucking in company to be a real turn on. Deby's slippery, wriggling body and complete absence of modesty thrilled me so intensely that it once again overrode my fantasy of getting my dick into Ruth's desirable snatch, her excitement entirely unreserved as she clung to me and moved her body so voluptuously that a long fuck was quite impossible. I came with a hot groan of pleasure and felt her body stiffen so blissfully around mine as she cried out and convulsed in orgasm.

"Good?" asked Ruth of Deby when their senses eventually cooled.

"Mmmmm," she intoned. "Lovely."

Nobody wanted to break the spell in case we could not repeat it for some reason, clinging together in the water until it seemed a little odd to stay any longer, then emerging for lunch and drinks. 

"Did it hurt having your bellybutton pierced?" asked Deby.

"A bit, but I love it now. Tony wanted me to have a tattoo like his, but this is as far as I wanted to go because I have only just had my ears done. The navel stud was really daring for me."

"Yeah, me too. Rob wants me to have a ring in my navel as well."

"Do you? I can do it if you want."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I panted. "Do it Deb, make me really horny."

"You don't need that to be horny," she laughed lightly. "We'll see."

Our attention then turned to Tony's knob, pierced with what he called an 'ampallang'.

"That would definitely have hurt," I chuckled, looking pointedly at Deby, then indicating Tony's tool.

"Yeah," he mumbled self-consciously, "I was just going to have a smaller one through my foreskin, but I'd had a few gargles with the blokes and let myself be talked into this. Mind you, after the bruising heals up it really enhances sensitivity in the knob."

"How is it for you?" Deb asked Ruth. "When you're, you know, having sex."

"Well, I'm fairly sure I can feel it, but it's hard to tell at first. I'm sure Tony would be only too pleased to demonstrate it if you ask him nicely. Then we could compare notes and decide if it really can be felt."

"Ru-uth!" Tony remonstrated. "You can't just go around offering our willy to all and sundry."

"Why," she giggled with a blush. "I've watched you staring at Deby's sex bits since we met, so don't tell me you wouldn't jump at the chance to have it inside her."

"Okay, so I won't tell you that then," he grimaced, slapping his forehead. "One can't take her anywhere there's strong drink being served."

"Are you into swinging?" I asked ingenuously.

"No, not yet anyway," replied Ruth. "We've talked it over and a couple we know wanted to try it with us, but I just wasn't able to go through with it as we were too close as friends. I really needed to hold to that particular friendship. Anyway, I guess it's fair to say that he's left the decision to me, you know, if or when I feel comfortable about meeting the right people, we'll try it if they're inclined."

"Mmmm, Robbie's been at me to try it too," Deby told them in a low voice. 

"I worry about the consequences."

"You're not taking up my offer then Deby?"

"I didn't say that," she grinned and my heart leapt. "You'll want a quid pro quo, in the form of Robbie, I assume."

"That'd be nice, thank you."

Deby looked at me with one eyebrow raised in query.

"It's entirely your decision darling," I told her quietly.

"Well, I'd better not be a dog-in-the-manger about it then," she giggled. "You all look as if you're bursting to get on with it. So how will we do it, all together or seperately?"

She had her knees drawn up, but feet apart, to display her snatch in the manner Ruth had done. She'd come a long way in just ten days and, although she wasn't yet as cool and confident about propositioning a bloke as Ronnie or Laurel, she was about to take an enormous step in that direction. I was glad that I'd been patient and not pressured her into swinging because she seemed to be so at ease at the prospect of actually enjoying her first fuck with Tony. While she appeared to be a bit shy about this thing I could feel that she was fully committed to going through with it and I then saw her in a different light; the attractively loose manner in which my recent lovers had comported themselves in letting me know they were willing, as Ruth too, was doing.

"Let's do it in the water again," suggested Ruth. "We all seemed to enjoy that and we can all be close to watch each other. Tony's just dying to see me have it off with Rob, aren't you, sex fiend."

We all clambered to our feet and Ruth boldly took a grip on my stiff tool and led me into the water with an affected wiggle of her pretty buttocks at Tony. Deby took him in hand and followed closely, pleased to find that he was as eager to sample her favours as he gripped her smooth left buttock in a manner which spoke volumes about the depth of sexual anticipation he felt, his hard dick jerking with excitement in her gentle grasp. After wading out to neck-depth there was a moment's hesitation due to our self-consciousness at just getting things together.

"Are you ready for this?" I grinned and lifted Ruth to me by the waist. 

"Okay," she giggled coyly and wrapped her long, smooth legs around my body. "Do your worst."




On The Road Ch. 06



Taking one hand from my shoulder she reached down between us to grasp my member and guide the knob to her open vulva. As my glans popped inside the yielding warmth of her pleasure pouch I drove my hips upward to fully enter her vagina, feeling her tremble at the thrill of union. She tightened our embrace with her arms, flattening her modest bosom on my chest and tenderly kissing my mouth with a very busy tongue on mine. 

"Is he right in you too?" she asked Deby when we finally came up for air.

She nodded, blushing hotly, her body similarly arranged around Tony's in a complete sexual coupling.

"Can you feel it?"

Deby's face assumed a fixed expression as she concentrated and tightened her vaginal muscles around his prick. "I think so. It's hard to tell," she said slowly with a slight frown.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my darling?" I asked her in a warmly intimate whisper.

Deby nodded reservedly. "You?"

I grinned happily.

"It is nice," Ruth interrupted with a giggle. "It's really exciting to be so naughty. Now fuck me Robbie; I want to be shagged in a memorable manner on my first adulterous nooky."

She leaned back at arms length, her breasts lolling half out of the water, encouraging me to thrust vigourously into her juicy pussy by tightening and relaxing her encircling legs. Her boyish hips rolled and jerked as my solid organ slid deliciously in and out of her sucking sheath.

"Oh no! Please no-o-o!" she cried in disappointment, but to no avail as a hot spasm of climax wrenched her body, then repeated convulsions of ecstacy. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," she gabbled as her orgasm abated.

When she'd cooled I began thrusting once again and quickly came, despite my earlier sexual bouts, stiffening in orgasm as she held me tightly in a quivering, emotional embrace as my spasms of bliss peaked, then subsided. 

"I am sorry Robbie," she breathed, red faced.

"It's okay," I smiled amiably. "I wasn't going to last very much longer. Anyway, practicing to last should be lots of fun, shouldn't it?" 

She then kissed me firmly on the mouth before we turned to see how our spouses were faring, Deby surprising me with her enthusiastic enjoyment of an energetic rogering at Tony's hands, bucking furiously with a pleasure that she seemed to have only recently found in our sexual games and, uncharacteristically, giving voice to her erotic sensations. He too was then grunting and gasping manfully at the delicious, rhythmic pounding of their nether parts; clearly delighting in sharing his first extramarital fuck with a woman who appeared to enjoy sex and know how to bring out the best in a man. 

"I'm going to come Tony!" she cried unabashedly.

"Ye-es, yes, it's okay!" he gasped before thrusting his hefty penis deep inside her and stiffening ecstatically as she gripped so hard as to bruise his arms when she too came with a series of blissful convulsions. 

"Well, that didn't take long," chuckled Ruth in voicing a vague sense of disappointment which we all felt over how quickly their coupling had passed. "I was so excited that I just couldn't hold off. I'll do much better next time. I do hope I'm not being too previous in thinking about a next time at this moment."

"No, not at all," replied Deby, to whom that comment had been addressed. "I think it's entirely appropriate under prevailing circumstances."

"How d'you mean?" I asked.

"I mean that a tropical beach, sun and nudist swimming add up to a single concept; free love, to my mind anyway. It all feels absolutely right to me, here and now."

"No regrets?"

"None," she told me firmly, "but how do you feel about my loss of my good matronly virtue?"

"Love it," I grinned. "And I'm rally so glad you've found it to be a truly positive experience, it didn't put you off."

"Well it didn't, in any way at all, as you can see, so now you'll have to get used to the idea of sharing me with other blokes, now you've made me go this far."

"Right Tony," Ruth chimed in. "If I turn into a very naughty nympho, just remember who first suggested swapping sex partners."

"I won't complain," murmured Tony laconically. "I'd like to see you being a bit slutty at last."

She poked out her tongue at him and feigned a huffy look.

"Would you?" asked Deby.

"Well maybe not seriously slutty, but, you know, a bit flirty and making it obvious that a bit of casual nooky isn't entirely out of the question if the guy plays his cards right."

He looked at me for support.

"Yeah," I agreed quietly. "I'd like to see Deby like that; an essentually ladylike woman, but not the kind to merely reject a proposition out of hand. A hint of sinfulness, maybe sexual liberation, just below the surface." 

They looked pleased with themselves, no longer just 'the little woman' in our lives, but full partners in whatever sexual undertakings we'd turn our hands to. I was seeing Deby differently then; no longer the stolid, prudish wet blanket upon my desires, but a willing player in adulterous games. She and Ruth had both obviously found a real satisfaction in enjoying and being enjoyed by a new sexual partner who clearly fancied her body at least and I worried for a moment that I may have unleashed a monster that I mightn't be able to control in future. But then I was getting ahead of myself, I understood, as time would reveal whether or not she would go on with matters and accommodate other men, who took her fancy, in the future.

Having broken the ice, in the sexual sense, we were happy to eat, drink and talk for several hours before we coupled again. Ruth asked if I minded if Tony photographed us in the sex act. 

"You can hide your face," she assured me. "I just have to have a snap to show Julie, in case we don't get another chance to swap."

Deby thought it was a fantastic idea as she'd wanted a memento of Tony's pierced dick in her snatch; with just the tip in her vulvar cleft, then the whole thing chock-a-block. 

We took our gear into the trees to the fallen log and set up our cameras which, to make things easier, were equipped with infra-red, remote shutter operation. Between a few drinks and with a great deal of levity, we snapped each other in all kinds of positions as a happy team of suckers, fuckers and fondlers; beginning with me fingering Deby's clitty as she stroked my stiff tool, Ruth and Tony similarly engaged, then swapping partners. Both ladies kneeled to suck penises, were snapped, before we swapped back again for the reverse photos. And so it went, our females performing lasciviously as they alternatively took our penises into their wet and easy vaginas, until Ruth told me she wanted 'to be fucked now please'.

"Yeah, me too," I heard Deby tell Tony as she knelt astride his hips with his dick entirely within her pussy. 

They rocked and rolled their hips to slide our hard pricks inside their drooling cunts, sighing delightedly with swaying, jiggling breasts as they sought sexual release from a couple of hours' erotic titillation. It wasn't enough for me and I embraced Ruth tightly to reverse our positions, lifting her ankles to my shoulders and slapping my taut belly down on the wet backs of her sweaty thighs as I thrust into her avid cunt. Tony emulated me and I watched my spouse happily receiving an equally vigourous pounding from his strong hips.

Out of pure, personal pride I was determined not to come first and was in danger of turning my scrotum inside-out when Tony gave one last huge thrust and lay forward on Deby as he went taut and squirted just a splash of semen into her womb. Her response was an excited cry as her rigid body shook with convulsions of exquisite, erotic sensation, clutching at him in her sensual delirium. Then it was our turn as our bodies locked in an ecstatic fever of sweaty spasms as wave after wave of bliss shook us. I'd cooled more quickly than Ruth who jerked and shuddered long after I was still, until she kissed me deeply to say thanks.

"That was so-o delicious," she sighed at last and we all agreed, engaging in a kissing round-robin as we lay with our sex-organs still coupled.

We carried our stuff back to the beach and swam to cool off, had a couple more drinks and another submarine fuck before driving into the local hamlet to book into the caravan park to enjoy long, hot showers followed by a good Cantonese restaurant meal. As we strolled back I felt similarly to the way I'd done after kissing Deb on the first occasion; excited and in love, with both women. I don't know why I'd felt nothing before, but assume it had to do with Deby's non-participation in my earlier swinging. 

Anyway, it felt wonderful to have my arm around another woman whom I knew intimately, hers around me and the other around Deby who was in turn linked to Tony. We went aboard our camper and I poured wine for all as we chatted. I asked Tony about the smaller penile decorations and he went to fetch them from their vehicle.

It was, as he'd said, a slightly smaller version of his own with only a two millimetre shaft between the one centimetre balls. 

"You want it? We can put it in for you if you like," he told me.

"How long would I be off sex?" I asked him.

"Not at all. This just goes through your foreskin, under the knob." 

"I might get you to pierce my earlobe first; see how it feels," I said.

Deby gave Ruth a gold training stud and a big bodkin from her sewing kit. Tony whetted the point on a little kitchen stone, cut off most of it's eye and put it into a jar lid of alcohol for Ruth. She held my right earlobe in tweezers and quickly thrust the needle's point through at the crease in the flesh. I felt nothing initially, but when the alcohol reacted with the tiny wound and stung me severely. I didn't complain and she obviated any further discomfort by drying the needle, coating it with antiseptic ointment before drawing it almost completely through and pushing it out with the tip of the thick stud. She clicked the clip on behind my ear and it was all done, I'd become rather bohemian, enjoying the look in the mirror and thought it was time to get my gear off in view of what was in store for me. 

Tony was next; Ruth fitting his earlobe with the twin of my stud before turning on Deby to have a stud over her bellybutton. She wasn't at all keen on that idea, but relented when I agreed to have the ampallang through my foreskin, although I had to be first. Ruth discovered two tiny meat skewers which she'd fitted tightly together with elastic bands around their shafts and separated slightly with a matchstick between the rings. This device had been cooling in the freezer for a while and stung as she fitted it over the section of my foreskin arising from the cleft in the underside of my knob, flattening and stretching it like a drumskin as Deby removed the match.

"Feel that?" asked Ruth, just touching the taut flesh with the very point of the needle.

"Barely," I responded, feeling a sharp pain as she penetrated my foreskin and drew the needle through.

One ball had been removed from the ampallang and replaced by a sharp cone which Ruth quickly thrust through the wound through my penis. She held the foreskin tightly over the remaining ball when Tony unclipped the point with his long-nose pliers and replaced the sphere before removing the improvised stretching rings from my penis. There was a moment of discomfort before the it went away under the influence of the oral analgesic I was taking.

Ruth cleaned and readied the implements before smiling evilly at Deby who was admiring my newly decorated erection.

"Your turn Debs," she laughed before my spouse took off her top to allow unrestricted access to her navel. 

Using a cotton bud dipped in gentian violet, Ruth marked the middle of the upper lip of Deby's navel where a narrow crease marked her flesh. When the rings of the makeshift skin-stretcher were clamped above and below the spot it became a pair of separated cresents around the point to be pierced.

"Feel this?" enquired Ruth as she pressed the needle tip into that spot.

"No," answered Deby before crying out sharply as Ruth pressed down again. "Yes, that time!"

"You do it, love," Ruth ordered Tony when she pulled hard outwards on the stretcher as he forced the tip of the pliers holding the needle firmly down while Deby cried out even louder at the pain.

A kind rigid base was needed to minimize the stretching of her flesh so I moved the open mouth of the alcohol bottle against Deby's abdomen and under the clamp. When she stood on tiptoe and Ruth pulled outward, everything was lined-up and I gave the pliers a good, sharp tap as the needle slid through the flesh to elicit another short cry from Deby. Tony pulled the shaft down and through and pushed another thick gold stud into the tight hole, putting the clip on and removing the clamp. After all the pain I was surprised that Deby seemed so pleased with herself as she checked out her new piercing in the mirror, wiggling her bottom salaciously in moving about before it.

"Now I want to see what it feels like inside me," Deby said loudly while fondling my uptilted cock.

She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to reveal that she'd earlier dined and walked around town without knickers, leaning back on the kitchen bench with her legs apart in invitation. With her high heels on she was a little taller than I as I shuffled in between her smooth thighs, my prick sliding under her moist crotch to be squeezed hard between her lower buttocks when she clamped her rectal sphincter.

"Come on," she breathed, shamelessly grasping my cock and sliding my knob forward along her juicy vulvar cleft until it caught at the junction of her inner labia to be guided upward and into her willing sheath where she used her vaginal muscles to feel for the balls.

"Feel it?" enquired Ruth who'd just undressed herself, save for her shoes and was feeding Tony's hard tool into her wet love tunnel. 

"Think so," Deby said slowly, eyes shut tightly as she felt for it.

"Try feeling at the front of your pussy, I can definitely feel it there."

I was forced to withdraw so that only a third of my length was inside her. She clamped with her muscles and gave a delighted cry. "I can feel that." I then had to slide my dick in and out slowly to allow her to determine where it could be felt and where it couldn't.

Tony and I were also obliged to swap places in our wives' pussies as they strove to determine the degree of tactility at the various depths of penile penetration, mutually watching their snatches with fascination as we shoved and pulled our lovewands for them. My new piercing didn't really hurt so it wasn't actually a chore to be embracing two women who were quite enjoying a bit of unabashedly overt group sex.

Ruth felt things happening and began telling Tony, who was inside her at the time, to "ram me, fuck me, ooh fuck me hard!". Deby went along with her and they were soon both urging us to screw them to a standstill as they met our thrusting hips with their own deliriously rotating bottoms. With vulgar cries of ecstacy they came almost simultaneously, becoming rigid and hotlyjerking while we gave them our final, lewdly lusty thrusts, then convulsing repeatedly in the throes of abandoned pleasure. 

"Well I've got to drive first tomorrow," moaned Tony as we sat around the breakfast booth having our last drinks. "Would you like a last nooky before turning in."

Deby nodded her agreement and they went and lay on the bed where they got into some serious snogging and fondling.

"It's been fun Robbie," Ruth told me softly. "I hope we can catch up with you both again before getting home."

"Me too," I said sincerely. "You feel so great and move so deliciously. A longer period would be nice."

"I'm glad we came back. We weren't sure whether you and Deby were a real prospect for swapping, but we both fancied both of you and actually felt no hesitation over swinging. We only had a day, so we're going to be late now. It was a bit of a risk, but one I'm glad we took."

"What, even after last night's flirting show." 

"Well you never know. We were afraid you might have been teasers because you didn't suggest anything last night."

"You know why that was."

"You were in the same situation, I know, but we didn't then. Anyway, it's really been lovely, when we finally sorted things out."

Deby and Tony had enjoyed another energetic farewell nooky and were quiet by then; gently snoring with their arms around each other.

"We better go to our camper," smiled Ruth. "We won't get either a naughty or a snooze here."

She took my hand and led me across to her bed, both of us still nude from our earlier sexual efforts, where we lay langourously kissing each other's body. I ate her pussy until she came before moving up alongside and sliding my cock into her juicy snatch. 

"I feel truly wonderful," she murmured sleepily. "I really can't remember a day like today where I spent so long at quality sex and in breaking every rule in the book without an iota of guilt. They tell me that Catholic guilt is bad, but Jewish angst is a lot worse because it's chronic and can't be absolved by any quick confession."

As she spoke we gently undulated our joined hips to enjoy the pleasure of being coupled. I don't remember any climax, but I half woke in the very wee hours to find us still coupled as she slid her cunt on my tool and I joined her in a relaxed morning glory. The same occurred at sunrise and I did come, while hearing Deby sluttishly urging Tony to 'fuck her really hard' in the adjoining vehicle.

We all breakfasted together before sadly bidding farewell, hoping to meet once more somewhere on our trek.