1 comments/ 121527 views/ 12 favorites The Beach Hut By: quinn rogan This is a story told to me by a woman I had an affair with two years ago. She was a very sensual – and sexual woman – and, when I told her I wrote erotic stories, she readily told me the story of her first serious sexual encounter, which I have reproduced as precisely as I can remember it. Nowadays, she is a very classy 'thirty-something', with long dark hair, nice tits, a great ass and long shapely legs, and I count myself very privileged to have been allowed to share her bed for one glorious summer in the south of England, while she was waiting to follow her husband to South Africa. So here is her story... My name is Kate and I'm now a thirty-three year old married woman with two young children. My husband is Roger, an architect, and, before you ask, yes, we have a good and active sex life. But the most exciting thing that ever happened to me, sexually, happened long before I met Roger – in fact, before I had even made love with a boy, or man. Even now, I still think about it most days – especially when Roger's grinding away inside me, and I need something to put me in the mood! But I suppose I have to admit it wasn't at all pleasant at the time – in fact, I was terrified. But, now – well, it still gives me a thrill to recall it. I was on holiday, with my parents – under serious protest, but they said I had to go because it was a 'family holiday' – them, me and my younger brother, aged 14. We were in Weston-super-Mare, and I had taken up with a local boy, called Jim. He worked on the deckchairs and he was a bit rough, but I had to have some company apart from my parents, and he was quite good-looking, so I saw quite a lot of him. My Mum and Dad got used to me going for lots of 'long walks' on my own, when I was really nipping off to see Jim. I should explain that, until about a year before, I had been really worried about my tits not growing. All the girls in my class seemed to have developed from the time they were about twelve or thirteen, but I was practically flat-chested. I used to hate going into the showers after gym, and games, and have some of them snigger and flaunt their floppy boobs at me. But, that winter, at last, I began to grow and, by Christmas, I had enough 'up there' to warrant a decent bra – and, after the school Christmas dance, to have one of the sixth-formers undo it and have a huge hard-on while he squeezed the merchandise! After that, I started going out with a boy in my class, called Alan, and, by the time I went away on holiday, we were an 'item' and we had got to the stage where we did regular babysitting for his married sister and I would end up stripped to the waist on her settee, with Alan playing with my tits and kissing my nipples. But nothing else. We didn't, then. It was kind of understood that it was 'above the waist' only unless you were pretty serious about each other so, although Alan used to try to put his hand on me 'down there' occasionally, it wasn't too difficult to get him to take it away. The threat of no more tit-feels usually did the trick! But Jim was a bit different. I've already said he was a bit 'rough'. Well, he was – in a lot of ways. His language was pretty bad, for a start – he was the first boy I had met who talked about a girl's 'tits' – Alan used to get embarrassed about saying the word 'breasts', but practically the first thing Jim said to me was that he guessed my age correctly because my 'tits' were about the right size for an eighteen-year-old. Then he said that my Mum had good tits for her age – and that he liked her arse! I'd never mixed with anybody like that before. All my friends were out of the same 'grammar school' box. They stuck to the rules. Jim didn't recognise 'rules' – he made up his own as he went along. He was one of a big family, whereas I was an only child. His Dad didn't live at home and his Mum had a succession of men friends. So, the first time I went out with him – well, it was actually just a walk along the beach one evening – he was so different from Alan. The moment we were away from the promenade, he led me towards a sand dune. Up till then, he hadn't even touched me, but he put his arm around my shoulders as we were walking and just dropped his hand on to my breast, and squeezed it! "That's nice", he said. Well, he actually said 'noice' – I can still hear it. When I pulled his hand off, he looked at me in surprise. "What's that for?" he said. "Ain't you never had yer tits felt?" "Not on a first date," I said, but he just laughed. Then he grabbed me and kissed me. He was good at that. His tongue pushed between my lips, then I felt his hand on my bottom, pushing me against his erection. Alan had never done that, either, and – well, I didn't stop him and then he lifted his hand and squeezed my breast again. I said he was rough – well, his hand on my breast was much rougher than Alan's. Alan always just stroked my tits, but Jim really grabbed it, and squeezed, and I got really excited. He had long hair and I tangled my fingers in it and pushed myself against him and stuck my tongue into his mouth. We carried on like that for a minute or two, then he broke off the kiss and pulled me towards a sand dune. We tumbled down the other side of the dune and ended up lying on the sand. Before I could catch my breath, he leaned over and put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me again. I was lying flat on my back and I just closed my eyes and felt his tongue in my mouth again. Then I felt his hand slip inside my shirt, onto my bra. I tried to push up, but his other hand was holding me down, then his hand went inside my bra and onto my bare breast. He took his mouth away from mine and dragged his leg across me so that he was straddling me, at the waist. I tried to push myself up on my elbows, but he pushed me down again, easily, and held me down with one hand while the other one undid the buttons on my shirt. When he had undone them all, he pulled my shirt apart and sat back, looking down at me. I still had my bra on. "Have yer got a boyfriend at home?" he asked. I nodded. "Has he felt yer tits?" I nodded, again. "Has he seen them?' I didn't say anything, but I knew I wanted him to take my bra off now. "Has he?" he insisted, and I said, "Yes. He has" He smiled and put his hands on my bra-cups and squeezed, more gently this time. "You like that, don't you?" he said, and I nodded, staring up at him. "Go on, then," he said. "Show me yer tits – get em out!" I hesitated for a moment, but I was really excited, so I leaned up on my elbows again, and undid my bra, at the back, then lay back down on the sand. He just looked down at me, then said – "Go on, then." For a second, I didn't know what he meant, then I moved my hands and lifted up my bra. Jim looked down at my uncovered breasts, then put his hands on them and squeezed, trapping my nipples between his finger and thumb. "I bet you make that boy at home do all that himself, don't you?" he said. His mouth came down to mine. "Just remember – with me, you got your own tits out." Then his mouth came down on me again and his tongue explored my mouth as his hands mauled my bare tits and nipples. After a while, he rolled off to lie down beside me, and told me to take off my shirt and bra. Again I hesitated, but then excitement overtook me again, and I slipped them both off so that I was naked above the waist. Then he tucked in behind me, kissing my neck while his hands played with my tits from behind. Then he whispered – "I saw your old lady in the changing hut this afternoon – I wouldn't mind giving her one!" I could feel his cock pressed against my hips, and I'm sure it got harder when he was saying that. And I felt a warm rush between my legs, too. "What do you mean?" I asked, my mouth dry, and he said – "I know how to see into the two changing-huts at the end, and I saw your Mum go into one of them this afternoon, so I went for a quick looksee. She peeled off her wet swimsuit and gave us a lovely full frontal – tits, cunt hair, the lot! Then she started towelling herself ….." but I interrupted him. "What do you mean – us?" I asked him. "Oh, I tipped Colin and Charlie the wink on the way round and we all had a look – they'd do the same for me! Your Mum's Colin's type – he's got a weakness for tall blondes – and she's a real blonde, isn't she? I've never seen a real blonde bush before, and her tits are really firm, aren't they? Mind you, I like them a bit bigger – like yours." And he squeezed them really hard, and started nuzzling my neck. I was terribly mixed up – I knew I should feel angry, but there was something very sexy about Jim and his brothers watching my Mum, naked, and talking about 'giving her one' and my predominant sensation was pure excitement. I don't know what would have happened if a gang of kids hadn't charged into the dune. Jim wasn't bothered – he just shouted at them to 'Fuck off', but I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on and told Jim I'd have to get back to my parents. He was quite easy about it, and I was pretty careful for the rest of the week. I still saw him, but I made sure we were never too far away from people – not that that worried him. He still kept touching me up at every opportunity and, to be honest, I found it really exciting, having my tits and bum fondled a few yards from where people were doing the usual holiday things. He even managed to get inside my bra when we were on the dodgems once! And a couple of times, I saw him creep round the back of the changing-huts with his brother, Colin, and it felt really strange, knowing that they were spying on whoever was in there. I watched to see who came out and, one time, it was a really young girl. She couldn't have been more than thirteen, but she was blonde and slim and I shivered to think of Colin looking at her budding breasts and the probably bare slit between her legs. Colin was about twenty-two and he was a greasy layabout who just hung about the beach, drinking cans of beer and it was bad enough thinking about him playing with himself after he had seen my Mum …… Anyway, on the last afternoon of our holiday, my Mum and Dad and brother and I were on the beach, sunbathing on deckchairs, when Jim passed by in front of us. Mum and Dad didn't notice him – they had only seen him a couple of times and I had never introduced them. As he passed, he sort of jerked his head at me to follow him and I got up, pretending I was going for a dip in the sea. I followed about ten yards behind him. My heart was beating really fast as he had never done anything like this before, but I did want to see him once again before we went home. He walked in a wide circle and eventually slipped inside the opening of a canvas changing-tent thing – right behind my parent's chairs! It was quite big – about three yards square, and about eight feet high. After a quick look to make sure my parents hadn't spotted anything, I crept in after him. There was nothing in the tent – just Jim and a lot of soft sand – oh, and a travelling rug. Of course, as soon as I was inside, he kissed me, then he told me he had put the tent up deliberately there because he knew it was where we sat. We had to keep our voices down, because we were only about two yards away from my Mum and Dad, but, of course, that added to the thrill – as he well knew it would – and especially when he started squeezing my breasts, on top of my swimsuit. I was really turned on, but I got a bit frightened when he started trying to pull my straps off my shoulders and I stopped him at first. But eventually the thought of him touching my naked breasts so close to my parents got too much for me - and also I thought it might be the last time I would see him, so I let him pull my swimsuit down to my waist and play with my bare tits. I let him pull me down on to the travelling rug and we were kissing, with his right hand teasing my nipple when, suddenly, his hand moved away and then I felt it between my legs. I had always been wearing jeans when we had met before and he had never really tried to get inside them, but my swimsuit …. Well, I shot up and grabbed his wrist and, just then, the tent-flap opened and Colin and Charlie and another boy came in! I stared at them in horror and grabbed my swimsuit and pulled it back up over my chest. My first instinctive scream died on my lips when I remembered my parents were only yards away and, when I turned to Jim to get rid of them, he put his finger to his lips and jerked his head in the direction of my parents. "Get them out of here", I hissed, but he just smiled – a strange, apologetic sort of smile – then shrugged and stood up. I scrambled to my feet and started pushing my arms back through my straps, but Jim grabbed me by the elbows. "What are you doing – let me go!" I whispered, but he said nothing and then Colin stepped forward and pulled my swimsuit back down to my waist. Jim pulled my arms behind me and the three others stood looking at my bare breasts. "Good tits on her", said the boy whose name I didn't know, then reached out and squeezed one. I nearly screamed, but – well, I was too frightened and I started to cry instead. But they didn't pay any attention. Colin – Jim's brother – put his hand on my other breast, then bent his head to lick my nipple. He looked up at me while his tongue was slavering around the end of my nipple. "Your Ma's nipples're bigger'n yours," he said. "She's got nice tits, your Ma. I'd really like to fuck the arse off her." I looked round, desperately, at Jim. "Please make them let me go," I said, through my tears. He just shrugged. "We shares, girl," he said. "We're mates." By now, Charlie was feeling my breasts, as well, and I was blinded with the tears running down my face. But I could hear the comments they were making, although they were talking in low voices, and I could feel hands all over me. Then, with a sudden chill, I felt a big hard hand slip below my swimsuit and onto the cheeks of my bottom. "Nice cheeky little arse," muttered Colin's voice. "Has it got any hair on its dicky-di-doh, Jim?" "Dunno", Jim said. "She ain't let me down there - yet." My heart stopped. I opened my mouth to scream, but Jim's hand shot up and covered my mouth. "Let's have a look, Jacko," rasped Colin, and somebody's hands grabbed my suit and pulled it the rest of the way down. I couldn't stop them, and I thought I would die of shame. I had never stripped off for a boy before – and now here were four of them, looking at me, completely naked. Then Colin said – "Fuckin' 'ell, look at the bush on that! She's got more hair there than my Janice!" "Let's 'ave 'er down on the rug so we can 'ave a proper look," said Charlie, and they pulled me down, on my back, on the travelling rug. They all knelt down on the sand and Jim and Charlie each took one of my wrists and Jacko and Colin each grabbed an ankle. "Spread 'er legs", said Charlie, and my ankles were pulled apart. I was spreadeagled, naked, on the rug, completely at their mercy. Jim and Charlie were playing with my tits – then Colin leaned forward and opened my vagina with his fingers. I tried to scream, but Jim slapped his hand over my mouth again. Then I felt Colin's finger sliding inside me. I thought, then, that they were all going to rape me, and I just wanted to die. Then Jim whispered at Colin – "We can't fuck this one, boy – she's posh." Colin said – "I know – I'm only feeling her cunt, for fuck's sake!" "Well, I know what you're like," said Jim, and Colin laughed and stood up. Then he suddenly fumbled at the front of his jeans and dragged down the zip. His hand disappeared inside and, in an instant, his penis was sticking out in front of them. It had a sliver of shiny stuff dangling from the end and, from my position on the ground, looking up, it looked huge and menacing. Jim started to protest, but Colin said – "I just want to give her a feel of what she's missing." He dropped to his knees again and grabbed my wrist from Jim, who laughed and started squeezing my tits again, his other hand still over my mouth. Then I felt my knuckles brush against Colin's penis. I clenched my fist, but Colin grabbed my fingers and pulled them open. "You got a choice, girl – it's your hand, or your cunt! It's up to you!" He closed my fingers round his hard cock. Instinctively, I tightened them. Even in my terror, I was aware that this was a completely new sensation. I had never felt anything like this – it was hard and hot, but still had a yielding quality like nothing else I had ever experienced. I moved my hand along it and, while the skin stayed with my fingers, I could feel the hard ridges underneath passing beneath. I slid my hand back down, then up again. I was aware of the hands, now, squeezing my breasts and teasing my nipples, but now they felt sensuous, not painful. Another hand – I don't know whose it was – was touching my vagina and, involuntarily, I parted my legs to let a finger slide into me. Then, suddenly, Colin groaned and I felt the thing in my hand begin to throb. Colin's hand closed over mine and pulled it up and down the length of his penis, pumping it. I turned my head, just in time to see a stream of milky-white fluid eject into the sand beside the rug, followed by another, then another. Then it began to soften in my hand and Colin breathed a satisfied sigh. He took my hand off his penis and stood up. With his own hand, he squeezed out a final drop, then he tucked it back in his jeans. "Now you can tell your Mum what she's missing, too!" he said, then – "Come on then – let's get out of here!" The other boys protested, but Colin was obviously the leader and, with a few final squeezes, Charlie and Jacko let go of me, but Jim kept his hand over my mouth. He looked down at me and said "No telling tales, girl, now" and I nodded my head, terrified. He grinned at me, then I felt his other hand leave my breast and slide down between my legs. He slid a finger inside me, and said "You're a bit slippery down there, girl – reckon you're about ready for a good fuckin', an' all. Come back next year, and I'll give you one!" Then he leaned over and kissed me and pushed his finger right up inside me – then he jumped to his feet and, suddenly, the tent was empty. I lay there, listening to the sounds all around me of people playing on the beach and tried to calm down. It was strange – I was so relieved they hadn't raped me, but, in a way, I also felt let down. I think Jim was right – I was nearly ready for a 'good fucking'. Eventually, I got to my feet and pulled my swimsuit back on. I crept back out of the tent and took the long way round to the sea, avoiding my parents, then I had a quick swim and re-joined them. Dad was asleep in his deck-chair, and Mum had gone to the shops. They hadn't a clue about what had happened. I lay down in the sand beside Dad's deckchair. A few minutes later, I saw my Mum crossing the beach on her way back from the shops. She was wearing a yellow halter top, with light blue shorts and I knew she wouldn't have a bra on. I couldn't help it – I imagined her naked in the changing-hut, then Colin and his mates bursting in. I saw Jacko and Charlie holding her while Colin ran his hands over her defenceless small breasts and slipped his fingers through her blonde pubic hair into her spread vagina. Jim was holding her legs apart so that his big brother could caress my Mum's cunt. Despite her fear, her cunt was lubricating and Colin's finger was sliding in and out easily – then he was fumbling in his jeans and dragging out his large, hard cock. Mum screamed as she saw it, but it was no good. They lowered her to the floor of the hut and, while Jacko and Charlie played with her naked tits, Jim kept her ankles spread while Colin lowered himself between her thighs and inserted his big dirty cock into her unprotected cunt. The Beach Hut "The ocean is so beautiful. I wish I could stay out here all night." Cadence said, snuggling closer to her man. She sat and watched as the beautiful sunset was slowly dipping below the horizon. To her right the lifeguard was closing shop in his hut, leaving them alone on the beach. Most of the other people had already left; on occasion a couple would walk by, completely absorbed in each other. "Think you could possibly extend your vacation for another week? It seems like you just got here. And who knows when we might get to see each other again....we barely see each other as it is." Tyler looked at her, astounded that they had been able to make this relationship work long distance. Every time she left it was harder and harder. "I can't, I have to get back. You know I'd stay longer if I could." Shivering, she ran her arms over the long grey sweatshirt that covered her swim suit. The day was warm, but the waves rolled in cooler weather. "At least we don't take our time together for granted." Leaning over, she gently kissed him on the neck and waited for him to respond. Tyler looked away from her and didn't respond. "Don't be mad, we knew it had to be this way when we got involved. Eventually we won't live so far apart." Cadence reached her hand over to touch his face and force him to look at her. She closed the gap between them as she moved in for a kiss. Teasing his bottom lip with teeth she kissed him solidly on the lips. Cadence looked at him as the ocean blew wisps of hair in her face. Brushing them back, she kissed him again and explored his mouth with her tongue. His lips tasted of coconut and salt, so soft and sweet. She could feel his body react to her touch. Tyler pulled her in closer, picking her up and dropping him in between his legs. Wrapping his arms around her she nuzzled his neck and kissed his ear. "There is something about you that just turns me on." She said, finding the bottom of his shirt and running her hands under it. She played with the waistband of his swim trunks, pulling at them and indicating she wished they were off. Tyler ran his hand up her leg and found the edge of her swim suit. He toyed with it, knowing that in an instant he could pull the crotch of the suit to one side.... Cadence kissed him again, feeling the heat flood to her face. She wanted him so bad that she just wanted to beg him to touch her. Running her fingers north on him, she found a nipple and ran her palm over it. It hardened to her touch, and taking turns she fingered the other one, squeezing it a bit. It wasn't enough for her.... Cadence pulled his shirt over the top of his head. She would warm him up. Looking around, no one was in the area. She bent her head and took the nipple in her mouth. Flicking it with her tongue she kissed her way up his chest to his shoulder. She ran her fingers lightly down his chest, dying to throw herself into him. Tyler ran his hands up her back, lifting up her sweatshirt. She assisted in ripping it off, only being warmed by his skin. Turning her body into his she pushed him back into the sand, giggling. Lying side by side, they kissed and listened to the crashing surf. The passion was mounting and Cadence slipped her hand down Tyler's pants. Grasping his cock, she ran her hands up and down feeling it stiffen in her hands. Slow yet firm she continued to run her hands up and down; an occasional caress over the tip. Tyler noticed they were blanketed in the darkness. He slid his hands up and down her hips, slowly making his way to her mound. He ran his hands on the outside of her suit, feeling the wetness of her. She was ready for him and they were just getting started. His finger pushed away her suit and made room to wiggle in. Finding her pussy he slowly slid in a finger and watched as her eyes closed. He took turns fingering her then running his finger up and down the slit, rubbing her clit. He was so gentle but Tyler could tell he was driving her crazy. He could hear her breathing quicken with every stroke. With his other hand, he pulled at her bathing suit to allow both breasts to tumble out. Tyler bent to take a nipple in his mouth and sucked. A moan escaped Cadence's lips. She bent her hips up to meet his caress. She would have gladly fucked his fingers, but she wanted his throbbing dick inside her. "Hold still," he said, "someone is walking past. I don't think they can see us, but you never know." They froze as the couple walked by. "I have an idea. Follow me." Tyler helped her to her feet and walked her about a hundred feet to the empty lifeguard shack. "This should work." They walked up the ramp. As soon as they were inside, Cadence threw her body against his. She ran her fingers up and down his chest....scratching his back. She pulled her breasts out for him, begging him to touch them as she again grabbed his cock. He pushed her against the wall of the shack, pushing himself against her as she grinded into him. "I just want you to fuck me. I don't want to wait, and I don't want you to be gentle." Cadence let out a moan as Tyler grabbed the back of her hair and exposed her neck, kissing her and nibbling her ear lobe. "Oh, God." She moaned. Within a split second Tyler backed away from her and without a word took down his pants and grabbed her by the wrist. He sat down on a chair he saw in the corner of the hut, his cock standing at attention. Cadence understood as she jerked off her suit and walked over to him. She straddled him, standing above him ready to sit on his cock. Cadence reached down to her pussy and rubbed, running her hand up and down. With a wet hand, she grabbed his cock and stroked. Her hand ran up and down, as his mouth found her nipples and sucked on them. Tyler's breathing was becoming heavier now; he reached up and grabbed two handfuls of breasts, massaging them. Just when he thought she'd never fuck him, she let the tip of his cock enter her as she very slowly pushed him into her. She took all of him in and slowly began rocking her hips back and forth. She pushed his face in between her breasts as she stood and let his dick slip out of her, before sitting hard and shoving him into her again. Picking up a rhythm she found a pace and bounced on his lap, riding his cock hard and fast. Suddenly she stopped and quickly turned in his lap. Her back facing him, she again hopped aboard, riding him hard and pulling his hands around to cup her breasts. Cadence reached with a hand and fondled her clit and she rode him hard. The thought of her playing with herself only turned him on more as he groped her tits. She fucked him hard, wanting him to come so that she could follow. He was so sexy; she was having such a hard time waiting. Cadence was grinding her hips into his so hard she could feel the orgasm almost there. It was like she was in slow motion. As much as she didn't want to cum yet, she couldn't wait. She began moaning loud, calling his name....groaning as she threw her head back and sped up as she rode him. She wanted all of him. Tyler heard her moaning and calling his name which brought him to climax with her. His hot cum shot up inside her as he grabbed at her breasts tightly, his hips lifting off the chair to meet hers. Cadence continued to move her hips and let him slide in and out of her until they were both spent. Cadence stood and let his cock slide out of her. Cum drizzled down her leg and she quickly gathered it on her finger tips. She looked at her man and slid two fingers in her mouth. Within seconds she was on her knees in front of him, licking him clean. As she removed her mouth, a string of cum ran from his dick to her mouth. Tyler groaned in pleasure, surprised that his cock was already getting hard. Cadence noticed this as well and quickly moved her mouth to his balls. Taking one in her mouth she gently sucked and rolled it around on her tongue while sliding her hands up and down his shaft. Tyler slid lower on his chair so that he was barely still on it, and spread his legs wide so she could have better access. Cadence let his balls slip out of her mouth and replaced them with her finger, getting it nice and wet. She smiled at him and slowly ran her finger along the crack of his ass, toying with him. She hadn't tried this with him before; worried that he might be offended for her trying. She looked into his eyes, searching for discontent. Finding none, she gently spread his ass. Before she touched him there, she opened her mouth wide and fit it over his cock. She wanted him relaxed so that he would have a good experience...and she knew that he loved when she sucked his cock. Tyler moaned in ecstasy as he felt her mouth tighten like a vacuum around his throbbing dick. The way she was going to town he thought she would just suck the cum right out of him. Lost in pleasure he felt a wet finger run over his asshole. At first his eyes popped open, but he relaxed instantly as he realized that it only heightened his pleasure. He enjoyed every pass and every tease; it all felt so good he wasn't sure where to direct his attention to. Tyler's breath caught in his throat as he felt Cadence push gently into him. Oh my God, the pleasure! Cadence continued to massage him with her mouth, fingering his ass gently....at times pushing it in farther and farther. Tyler knew that if she did it one more time he would blow a wad down her throat. He turned on more than he had ever been. He pushed Cadence off of him rather roughly to avoid an orgasm. He had an animalistic need to fuck her, and he didn't know if he could be gentle. Pulling her up by her arm, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Cadence forced her tongue roughly into his mouth, moaning as he slid his hand down and pet her pussy. Tyler dove two fingers into her wet snatch and pushed up as far as he could. In and out he finger fucked her, loving the feel of her juices getting all over his hand. "How do you like that, baby? Do you like it when it's rough?" He gritted his teeth as a growl escaped from her lips. "Do you like it when I stick my fingers up in you and fuck you with them?" Cadence's mouth flew open and her head tilted back. She could barely whisper, "Yes, baby...yes!" Tyler lowered his mouth to her breast and grabbed a hard nipple between his teeth. "Oh. Fuck Tyler! You've got to fuck me; I want to feel you cum in my ass!" Tyler removed his fingers and quickly spun her around and bent her over, allowing her to help balance herself on the seat of the chair. He spread her ass cheeks and wiped her wetness all over his cock. He slowly pushed himself in the first time, not wanting to rip her to shreds....giving her ass time to expand and allow him full access. Cadence inhaled deeply, pain turning quickly into pleasure. "Fuck me, Tyler....fuck me in the ass. It feels so good...." The words echoed in his ears and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Tyler grabbed her hips and began pounding into her, his cock now sliding in and out with ease. He watched as his girlfriend frantically rubbed circles on her clit. Her moaning was hitting an all-time high and he was sure that they were going to get busted. The thought of getting caught...Cadence playing with herself and moaning in pleasure.... Tyler gave one final thrust and felt his cock unload into her as he slowly continued to slide in and out of her ass. Once Cadence felt the hot warmth shoot into her she followed suit and came fast and hard. They both panted, unable to speak for a moment. At last, Tyler broke the silence as he scooped Cadence in his arms. "Ahhhh," he said, "I love San Diego." The Beach Hut 'How come you never took me to the beach hut for sex?' Adam looked up from his newspaper, shocked and a little afraid he'd said out loud the thoughts that had been running through his head, and for a moment he couldn't quite meet his wife's eyes. 'You what?' His guilty cheeks colored up. He couldn't think of anything else to say, but Sara didn't appear to notice his unease. She'd turned back towards the sink, and was staring out of the window, her hands immersed in the soapy dish water. It gave him time to think -- time to come up with a reason that would stop her from questioning him too far. Why was she bringing this up now...after all these years? 'You know it was all talk -- what the lads used to say about me and that hut, don't you?' The hut's imminent sale had brought back some fond memories. Memories that stirred his cock along with his conscience, but anything he may or may not have got up to in there was over long before he met her -- he thought she knew that -- and much as he loved her, he resented her sudden accusatory stand. 'But, I know you fucked someone there.' 'Are you serious?' Adam was shocked. He prepared himself for an argument, but when Sara turned towards him she was smiling, and now he was unsure what to do with the defensive mode he had just deployed. Was she just yanking his chain or did she really want to know? For a moment Adam considered telling her everything and getting it off his chest once and for all, but he was aware that the need to clear his conscience was not the right reason for raking through the still smouldering embers of a long lost, past love. That was a ghost he was going to have to lay to rest all on his own - and he meant to...just not quite yet. 'I'm kidding,' she added. 'You really don't have to sell it on my account, darling.' Adam's smile was edged with relief. It was as if she'd read his mind -- or at least the thought that was uppermost in it at that moment. Had she been able to delve a little deeper, she'd have discovered thoughts that would not have prompted such a sympathetic comment, for his mind had been basking in the sweet memory of one particular girl, and one particular night, ten long years ago... *** His tiny attic apartment was stuffy and airless. He couldn't sleep, so Adam picked up a few cold cans and a towel and headed down to the beach for a swim. It was well after midnight when he hit the street but the smell of suntan oil and chips still wafted on the warm breeze. People had spilled out from the stuffy clubs and restaurants to drink and chat on the streets instead. The town had a Mediterranean feel about it tonight that he liked. Decent work might be scarce but there was something about living in a seaside town that seemed to get under your skin...or maybe it was the constant flow of fresh girls that were always passing through -- not that he'd had much luck in that direction, but he was always hopeful and ever ready...he felt for the condom in his back pocket. As he descended the steps to the beach, the noise of the town gradually faded away and Adam found himself alone in the deserted little cove. He kicked off his flip flops and made his way across the still warm sand. Not many people strayed down here at night. In the dark, there wasn't much to see from the top of the steps but once down on the sand, surrounded by the sheer granite cliffs, it felt like another world -- a world where he could do as he pleased and be who he wanted. He dropped his stuff on the veranda of the little beach hut his grandfather had left him, stripped off his shorts and t shirt and ran naked to the water's edge, enjoying the solitude and the feel of the cooler, salt laden air on his clammy skin. The tide hadn't yet turned and about a foot of frothy white surf was breaking noisily onto the sand. He dove straight in, swam out past the breakers, and floated around in the gentle swell beyond, just listening to the distant thrum of the town whilst his fingers toyed idly with his cock. It wasn't until he finally waded out of the water half an hour later, that he noticed the girl perched on a rock at the water's edge. He'd spoken to her in the cafe a couple of times during the week, and even tried chatting her up -- he remembered her dyed red hair -- and wondered if she'd come here in the hope of meeting him. The thought made his cock twitch and he suddenly remembered his nakedness, but did nothing to cover himself up, even though he became acutely aware of his cock as it hung free between his legs...and of her eyes upon it, but he didn't want to look stupid by attempting to cup his equipment in his hand, now. For a long moment they stared at each other without a word passing between them -- until Adam finally managed to find the words to break the awkward silence. 'Have you been there long?' He was annoyed at how nervous he sounded. His voice came out far too high. He coughed to clear his throat. 'Since before you arrived,' she said with a smile. 'I was sitting right here when you ran down to the sea.' Adam's eyes were drawn to the expanse of creamy white thigh she was displaying...and of the brief glimpse of white panty that his vantage point below her gave him. She had her knees drawn up to her chin, and held together with her hands, but her feet were set apart, giving a tantalizing view of white cotton as it stretched over the bulging lips of her sex. It was about the closest he'd ever got to a girl's pussy and his cock swelled in anticipation. He turned away from her, pretending to look out to sea, as she was doing, embarrassed by his growing erection and wishing now that he'd kept his shorts on. 'Are you on holiday?' Adam was sure he'd asked her the question before but he couldn't think of anything else to say. He crossed his arms across his chest in an attempt to look relaxed. When that failed he let them hang awkwardly by his side. For some reason he couldn't remember how he normally held them. He wished he had jeans pockets to stuff them in. 'I go home tomorrow,' she said. Adam didn't know why she was here but now that she was he wanted to keep her. Opportunities like this didn't present themselves to guys like him that often, but he wasn't sure what to say next -- his cock was saying, get her on that mattress and get her knickers off quick, but luckily his brain managed to translate the words before his mouth had a chance to let him down. 'Do you like cider -- I have cider?' The girl nodded and Adam reached out a hand to help her down from her rocky perch, but as she took it, her foot slipped on the wet rock and she fell into his arms, her breasts crushed against his damp chest, her hands warm on his shoulders. He liked the way she felt against his skin and his cock hardened and nudged her belly. He blushed, expecting her to push him away in disgust but she didn't. Instead, she looked at him, her shiny pink lips slightly parted as if she were about to kiss him. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart reverberating against his own chest and the minty aroma of her breath. He wanted to kiss her, too but he was paralyzed by fear -- struck dumb by his own naivety, and he just lay there until she climbed off him. He was scared he'd mucked it up. Things like this just didn't happen to guys like him. He couldn't let her get away from him now. 'Do you want to come up to my beach hut?' The words sounded wrong, even though he'd rehearsed them a thousand times before he'd never actually said them out loud to anyone. He held his breath, waiting for the inevitable no way, but she nodded and he quickly wrapped his hand around hers and guided her across the sand to the little blue painted, beach-side hut he jokingly called his shagging shack. Not that anyone had actually been shagged in it...but he had a feeling that tonight that was all going to change. 'We can sit here,' he said, pointing to the wooden bench on the veranda that faced the ocean. As she stepped in front of him and moved towards the bench, he picked up his discarded shorts and pulled them on. Now that the visual barometer of his lust was no longer on show, he felt slightly less awkward around her. Adam handed her a can and cracked the top off one for himself, taking a long slug to calm his nerves. She did the same, smiling up at him as she wiped a drip from her chin. Adam's lust struck him dumb again...her full lips, wet from the cider...her eyes sparkling in the moon light...the curve of her breasts...her thighs, slightly parted and flattened against the bench as she crossed her ankles. He ached to reach out and touch her, but instead he sat there, stupidly mute, his cock straining against his shorts. 'It's a hot night,' he finally said, sliding along the bench beside her so that his thigh was resting against hers. She nodded. 'That's why I came down here. I hoped you might be here.' She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her eyes sparkling. His belly did a double roller coaster flip. 'You did?' He hadn't meant to sound so surprised. His voice seemed intent on betraying him tonight. 'Of course,' she giggled, a coy smile lighting up her elfin features. For want of something to do with his hands, Adam handed her another can, and they drank in silence whilst he desperately racked his stupid brain for something to say, wishing he could muster up the courage to reach out and touch her. He looked down at her knee, and then back at his own hand, willing himself to connect the two but nothing happened. In the end it was her who turned to him. 'I don't mind if you kiss me,' she whispered. Adam felt his heart thump so loudly against his chest wall that he was sure she must have heard it, but buoyed up by his second can of cider, he leaned in for the kiss. One hand moved awkwardly over her shoulder, the other, bravely towards her thigh, his heart now pounding in his throat as their lips finally touched. Hers were chilled from the cider, but quickly warmed against his own. She responded with a low murmur that vibrated tantalizingly against his own lips, and seemed to travel all the way down to his cock, which was now pressing insistently against his cotton shorts. He clumsily moved his trembling hand from her thigh to her left breast and kneaded the soft, warm flesh through the material of her little white sundress, not knowing quite where to venture next. But when she slipped her hand between his legs and searched out his cock, Adam's heart stopped dead. He didn't care that she seemed unsure what to do with him now that she had him in hand. Just the feel of her warm fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft felt so good that he was reluctant to move...but for the fact that he was trying to work out how he could get her onto the mattress and out of the panties that were now restricting further fumbling explorations. 'Do me,' she whispered against his ear. 'I want my first time to be with you.' Holy shit! Adam gulped hard. She's a virgin! He wished he was a little more experienced. He wished he knew what the hell he was doing. He wanted her to remember him favorably, not as the fumbling, tongue tied twat he was behaving like right now. She was different from the other girls. He wasn't sure why but he'd been drawn to her from the very first moment he saw her pursing her scarlet painted lips around a straw to suck up the chocolate milkshake he'd made for her. 'I'll be gentle,' he said, as he stood up to open the hut door and pull her inside. It seemed like the right thing to say in the moment, even though the words sounded cheesy and insincere the very moment they slipped from his lips -- when it was too late to take them back and change them for Adam reluctantly disentangled himself from her arms and hastily spread his freshly laundered towel over the old mattress that took up most of the floor space in the old hut. The scent of fabric conditioner briefly masked that of the slightly dank bed. Its laying down had also sent up a cloud of dust, reminding him that the shagging shack had seen far less action than his imagination, but in a moment of inspiration, he pulled the mattress out of the dusty hut and onto the little wooden veranda. 'So that your first time will be under the light of a full moon, in a star studded sky,' he said, proud of his romantic gesture. As she finished off her cider Adam went back into the hut to turn on the radio. His fingers trembled on the dial as he searched for a signal, and eventually he found a late night local station playing love songs. The haunting sound of Eva Cassidy singing Fields of Gold wafted on the warm breeze, helping to fill the uneasy silence that had settled between them again. He felt he should ask her name; ask her where she was staying, or some such small talk, but he didn't want to risk breaking the mood -- there'd be plenty of time to talk afterwards -- so instead, he went to where she stood in the doorway and hesitantly lifted up the hem of her dress, his trembling fingers left a trail of goose bumps on her otherwise silken thighs as he worked his way upwards towards her panties. Once there, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slowly rolled them down over her thighs, holding his breath, sure that any second she would change her mind and push him away. As she stepped out of them he instinctively moved his hand between her legs. Her flesh was hot here and her inner thighs unbelievably soft. She took a shuddering breath as his finger brushed her hair covered sex for the first time, whilst his own heart thumped like a jack hammer against his ribcage. 'Are you sure you want to do this?' he said, inwardly cursing himself for giving her the opportunity to escape, but she nodded her head and allowed him to pull her dress up over her waist, even raising her arms so that he could peel it over her head. The warm, sweet scent of her skin made him want to bury his face between the mounds of her breasts, had he not been mesmerized by the way her nipples stood proud and dark in contrast to her milky white flesh. With his heart in his mouth he lowered his lips towards her left breast, and working on instinct more than experience, he touched his tongue to the puckered flesh; tasting her, breathing in her sweet scent, and sucking her nipple into his mouth whilst his hand went intuitively towards her other breast -feeling more confident as she began to respond to his inexperienced fumbling. 'Lie down,' he urged, breathlessly, helping her down onto the mattress before struggling to discard his shorts. His cock bounced free and a string of glistening precum dripped onto her belly, connecting them together until he climbed between her legs and lowered himself on top of her. He pressed his hot tongue back against her nipple. She whimpered a little and arched her back to meet it. Her impulsive movements and pleasured little grunts hit him low in the belly, almost like a physical pain, it sent electrical pulses along his cock to tug at his balls. Adam tried to think of something slightly less stirring, taking things as slow as he dared, playing his fingers lightly over the slight swell of her belly on his inevitable journey towards her sex. When he got there he found her knees clamped tightly together. He pushed them apart. He couldn't stop now, but she only put up a token resistance before she allowed them to fall open, and the pink petal-like lips of her sex blossomed and spread before his eyes. His breath caught in his throat. He moved his hand slowly upwards from her knee, until the tips of his fingers made contact with her fleshy sex lips, and as he lowered his mouth onto hers and pushed his tongue in through her teeth to explore her mouth, he also pushed one finger inside her, releasing the musky scent of her arousal into the night air and covering his finger with her viscous juices. She broke free from his kiss. 'Do me,' she whispered again, as he clumsily worked his finger in and out of her moist entrance, and those words, coming from her cute little lips, sounded as sexy as hell to him. He pushed himself up onto his arms, nudging the head of his swollen cock against her entrance, fumbling clumsily to guide it home with his hand. Nervous now, as she looked up at him, her eyes wide, her tongue running slowly over her slightly parted lips. She gasped as his first hesitant thrust broached her entrance and he groaned as her pussy lips enveloped his shaft. As he pushed his cock deeper inside her she let out a soft, low moan. Adam looked at her face. She had her eyes tightly closed and her mouth open, and as he moved inside her, little grunts and breathless mews escaped from her parted lips. He came too quick, spurting inside her, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his cock jerking and pulsing. When he opened them to check that she was ok, she was watching him. He had the urge to apologize for his poor performance but managed to keep his mouth shut. 'I'll never forget this,' she whispered, as he withdrew and lay down alongside her on the mattress. And even though her words scared him a bit, he thought he felt the same. He must have fallen asleep, because when he woke she was gone and there was nothing left to prove she had ever been there, except the lingering taste of her on his lips and the damp patch on the mattress. He pressed his face against the material and breathed in her scent...that was when he remembered the condom in the pocket of his shorts. Fuck! How could he have been so fucking stupid? His father would kill him if he got a girl pregnant. Adam had meant to boast about his exploit that night. He remembered being eager to meet up with the guys, but when it came down to it he didn't even mention her. They had shared something special that night and he was sure he would see her again. But the following morning there was no sign of her in the cafe, and even though he returned to the beach for the next three nights, she never turned up again. *** Adam looked at his wife. He didn't like keeping things from her, but even after all this time, he still thought about the girl on the beach. In a way he wished he could forget her. He felt guilty for carrying this secret into his marriage, and in part, that was why he'd decided that the beach hut had to go. He figured that selling it would finally exorcise her memory from his life. 'Are you listening to me? I said we don't have to sell it.' Adam put down his newspaper -- he hadn't read a word for the past ten minutes -- and looked at his wife. Sara had such a generous spirit but she had no idea what she was saying and he didn't want to enlighten her and risk changing the way she looked at him. He watched her fondly as she wiped her wet hands on the back of her jeans and crossed the kitchen towards him. He smiled as she slid her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist as she lowered herself onto his lap. 'We could make memories of our own. It would be my way of claiming your shagging shack back from all your ex girlfriends.' Adam wanted to tell her that there really hadn't been that many. In fact, there had only ever been that one girl, but the phone rang and he reluctantly disentangled himself from her embrace to answer it. She was back at the kitchen sink by the time he had finished with the call. 'That was the agent. They've had a call from someone who wants to view the beach hut. I'm showing her round tomorrow evening.' he tried to keep his voice light but the phone call had brought home to him how close he was to parting with the only tangible thing he had left of her. 'It's up to you,' Sara shrugged, 'but just think how much fun our kids would have down at the cove.' *** After work Adam headed to the beach for the viewing. He'd been thinking about Sara's comment all day and had pretty much decided that he was going to have to tell this person that the hut was no longer for sale. He was being selfish wanting to sell it, and stupid for trying to hold on to a memory from his teenage years. The Beach Hut He parked in the car park above the beach. It was a lovely balmy evening. The sun was low in the sky and casting a red glow across the gently brooding sea. A light breeze played with the reed grass that lined the steps as he climbed down to the beach. Its haunting rattle sounded almost like a welcoming fanfare. We've missed you. We've missed you, it whistled, and Adam had to admit that it felt good to be back here again - the smell of the sea, the gentle lapping of waves as they washed up onto the golden sand, and the taste of salt on his lips. There was a lone woman walking a dog down by the water's edge but the rest of the beach was deserted. Only a few wind ravaged sand castles marked the spots where families had played earlier in the day. He followed the solitary pair of footprints which led towards his hut. As he approached, Adam was annoyed to see that the door was open, and as he got closer he could hear the distinct sound of music drifting out through the open door. He prepared himself to confront a group of local kids. If they'd done any damage he'd swing for the little buggers. But it wasn't until he climbed the two steps onto the little veranda that he was able to place the tune. It surely couldn't be her? Why would she return now...after all this time? Adam's heart began to race and a sheen of sweat dappled his brow as he imagined stepping round the door frame to find her standing there, holding the hand of a ten year old child. Every nerve in his body urged him to turn and run. He began to wish he'd never come, but he couldn't run away now. He would tell her that he thought of her often; that it had been a special night but that he had a new life now...but what if there was a child? What if she's standing there holding the hand of my son? Will he look like me? Will he have my nose and my habit of touching it when he's nervous? Adam's hand instinctively went to his nose. Or it could be a girl -- I could have a daughter. But when he imagined his daughter he could only picture a miniature version of his wife -- cute little button nose, big wide eyes and that cheeky, sexy smile -- and all he could think was how much this was going to hurt Sara.. He took a deep breath, wiped his clammy hands on his jeans and stepped into the doorway... 'Remember the girl with the red hair?' she said, her voice more uncertain than he had ever heard her before. She looked nervous -- as if she were scared he was about to reject her, but a surge of love filled Adam's heart to the point that he thought it might burst. 'How could I forget,' he replied as he looked at his wife dressed in the little white sundress and flip flops. 'But...I don't understand. Why have you never told me?' Sara shrugged. She seemed to be struggling to come up with an answer. 'I left a note with my number on the mattress next to you. When you didn't ring I thought you didn't want to see me again. I was hurt and I didn't have the nerve to come back here again...until eight years later -- and when you didn't remember me, I didn't know what to say. The longer I left it the harder it got to tell you. I didn't even know if you remembered that night. After all, I was only one of many...' 'How could you think that?' Looking at her in that dress brought it all back. 'It was a magical night,' he added. 'And nothing could have made me happier than knowing it was you I shared it with.' She smiled now and stepped across the old mattress towards him. He lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it off over her head. His fingers were still trembling a little, but this time it wasn't through nerves or through lack of knowledge. This time he knew exactly what to do. His fingers, and his lips, had traveled over every inch of this woman's body. 'It was you I was thinking about when I put the ad in the paper, and your face I was seeing as I walked down the steps to the beach today,' Adam whispered. 'Yes, but that was before you actually knew it was me,' Sara shot back, and for a moment Adam felt almost as if he had cheated on her, but there was no anger in her voice and this time it was her who pulled him down onto the mattress and opened her legs invitingly as he struggled to free himself from his jeans. The End The Beach Hut I heard her gasp as she felt it drive full into her, then the picture changed and she was standing up, but bent over as Colin fucked her from behind, leaning over her back to squeeze her tits, while Jim stood in front of her, inserting his cock into her mouth. I knew why my mind had changed the situation round. About two years previously, I had come home unexpectedly early on a Saturday afternoon – actually, to be honest, it wasn't really an accident. Once or twice before, I had wondered why Dad went for 'a little nap' on Saturday afternoons, and why Mum took so long taking him a cup of tea to wake him up, and one of my friends had said they were probably 'shagging'. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but, as I got a little older, and curious about sex, I thought about quite a lot and, that afternoon, I actually sneaked back to the house to see if I could see anything. As I came in, there was no-one downstairs, but I could hear sounds from upstairs, so I took off my shoes and crept up to the landing. Their bedroom door was open and I could see in from the top of the stairs. I saw, immediately, that my friend had been right – but what she hadn't guessed was that my Dad was wearing a stocking mask, and that Mum was pretending that he was a masked intruder, who was raping her! She was bent forward, her hands on the dressing-table. She was wearing a summer dress, but it was pulled open at the front and Dad's hands were mauling her breasts, while the dress was bunched up round her hips, her panties round her ankles, and Dad was pistoning into her from behind. She was pleading with him to let her go, and take her jewellery and money, and he was saying he had been watching her for ages, waiting for a chance to get his hands on her tits and his cock up her cunt – and he had six mates who would be arriving at any minute, and they were all going to fuck her senseless. I watched, not fully understanding, but very excited, until Dad suddenly stiffened against her bottom and started groaning and panting – then I hurried back downstairs and didn't come home again for another two hours. And there was one other time – before that – when we had had a party in our house one Christmas. I was only about ten, and I had gone to bed and was sleeping when, for some reason, I woke up. It wasn't very noisy, but I could hear the sound of people downstairs, and I crept to my bedroom door for a look. I opened the door a little, and saw my Mum and a man who worked with my Dad, on the landing. Mum's back was against the wall and they were kissing. But, also, Mum's dress was pulled up at the front – right up, so that I could see her panties, and the man's hand was inside them and Mum was making funny noises. Well, now I knew what the noises she had been making meant, because I had just had my cunt felt for the first time and, although I had been frightened, the silent little gasps of excitement which never left my throat were the same as the ones Mum had been making when John Templeman had his fingers up her. I couldn't rest, lying on the sand, thinking about my mother, being 'raped' by my father, finger-fucked by his friend, and spied on, naked, by Jim and Colin and their seedy friends. I thought about Colin, again, fucking my mother and my hand recalled the feel of his thick cock as I unwillingly masturbated him. The area between my legs was very uncomfortable – moist and warm and itching – but I couldn't touch it, here. I jumped to my feet. I had to find somewhere private. I walked up the sand towards the public toilets – and saw that the door of the second last changing-hut was open! My legs turned to jelly. No, I couldn't – but I wanted to! I couldn't help it – it was as if something was dragging me towards it. My cunt was soaking now, in anticipation, my heart beating like a triphammer, my mouth almost painfully dry. I reached the door and, without stopping to think, stepped inside and closed it behind me. I slumped onto the bench, breathing hard, and wondered, for the first time, what I was going to do, now. They probably weren't there, anyway. Maybe some other boys were there – they couldn't be the only ones who knew about these two cubicles. It was getting hot in there, and I was losing my nerve. I would go to the toilet, after all – but the thought of letting them see something else wouldn't let me go. What would they do if they saw me putting my hand inside – there – and …? I jumped at the soft rap on the door. It must be one of my parents, I thought, wondering why I had gone in here. I crept over to the door. "Who is it?" I called, as calmly as I could. "It's me, girl," came Jim's voice, low and urgent. "Let me in!" Without thinking, I slid the bolt, and he was in like quicksilver. Immediately, he went top the back wall and hung his t-shirt on a protruding nail. "Right – now, we're private, like," he said, and immediately put his arms round me and kissed me – hard – on the mouth. Our tongues mingled and his hand dropped down my back and squeezed my bottom. He pulled me into him and I felt the hard length of his penis pressing against my belly. "You feel that?" he said. I gulped, and nodded. "You goin' to toss me off, like Colin." It wasn't a question. He grasped my wrist and placed my hand flat against the bulge in his swimming shorts. Automatically, I closed my hand round it, and squeezed. "Yeah," he breathed. "That's a good start, girl." His hand was now inside my swimsuit, squeezing one of my bottom cheeks. The other one came up and fondled my breast, then swiftly undid the tie at the back of my neck. He stepped back, slightly, and pulled the front of my swimsuit down. My naked breasts tumbled out. My nipples were already erect. His hand came round and felt my breast, rubbing the nipple between thumb and forefinger. I wasn't surprised when he grabbed my swimsuit again, and pulled it right off. I had stopped thinking. I wanted to be naked. I wanted him to finger me between the legs while I held his cock and tossed him off, as I had done for his brother. I wasn't disappointed. His hand darted up my inner thigh and a finger slid easily inside my soaking slit – then another one. I felt them go further in, exploring the damp depths. I wanted him to touch my little button, but I was too embarrassed to tell him. "Hey, girl," he breathed, leaning into my neck. "Isn't it time you got my dick out/" My hands were shaking as I tried to undo the string tie at the top of his shirts. It took ages, and all the time, his fingers were inside me, making me quiver with excitement. Then, at last, the string parted, and I pulled down his shorts. I didn't look at his penis. I just reached a hand for it and felt it slap into my palm. I waited for the feel of the silvery stuff that had been dangling from Colin's, but it wasn't there. I tried to remember what I had done with Colin's cock, to make him come, and started moving my hand up and down it. But then I felt Jim pushing me back against the wall of the hut. My back touched it and he came right up to me – and then, to my surprise and disappointment, he slid his fingers out of me and put his hands under my bottom. "Put your arms round my neck, girl," he whispered and, bewildered, I did as he said. Then his hands gripped the tops of my thighs and he lifted me. My back scraped a little against the painted wood of the wall as he pulled me up. Automatically, I wound my arms round his neck for support and, without realising it, I parted my legs as his hands raised my thighs. It wasn't until I felt the head of his cock stabbing between my thighs that I realised what was happening … "No!" I whispered, fiercely, to him, trying to snap my thighs shut, but his body was wedged between them. "Shut up," he said. "You know you need a good fucking. Colin said so, and I reckon he's right." As he spoke, his hand reached down and guided his cock to the entrance to my splayed cunt and, before I could protest again, it was too late. With a grunt of satisfaction, Jim thrust his hips forward and, for the first time in my life, I experienced the sensation of a penis pushing between my spread thighs and into my welcoming cunt. For, despite my protests, my cunt was ready for him – I was ready for him. It was a quick coupling, that first one. The episode in the beach tent had obviously got Jim very excited, and he came very quickly, but he soon recovered and then he had me again, on the floor of the hut and this time he made me come before pulling out of me and showing me how to make him climax, using my mouth and hands. I realise, now, the actual sex wasn't that special, but it was the occasion of me losing my virginity, and, as we left, Jim took his t-shirt off the wall – then showed me where the spy hole was, about six feet away to the right. He said Colin had promised not to disturb us, as long as he and his mates got to watch. I was mortified and angry at the time, but now, I still get wet between the legs when I think of these greasy layabouts watching me get my first fuck! The End (Please send e-mail comments.)