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My thoughts, that morning, turned to Sharon. I had promised to call her early this week so we could get together and I could keep her company while she nursed her broken leg. I picked up my mobile phone and called her.

"I'm sorry I haven't been in touch sooner but my brother David is here for a few days and I've been a little busy looking after him."

"Is he the handsome one or the dead gorgeous one?" Sharon asked with a giggle.

"Whichever one you want him to be," I replied laughing. "When can I come over and keep you company for an hour or so?"

"How about this afternoon," she said. "Bring that hunk of a brother with you. It will be fun to see him again. I haven't seen him for years."

"I'll mention it to him but I can't guarantee anything as he might have made plans already," I said. "I'll see you about two."

"That's ideal, " Sharon said. "Knock him u*********s and drag him with you if you have to!"

I laughed and just said "Bye, see you later," as I pressed the end call button on my phone.

I mentioned it to David and to my surprise he seemed quite keen on meeting Sharon. He had met her before but all he could remember about her was that she had large tits. "I expect your eyes didn't travel any higher than her tits," I said with a smirk on my lips.

David's face broke out into a smile at that comment. "That depended on whether she was wearing any panties," he said winking at me.

"You're incorrigible," I replied throwing a tea-towel at his head.

We arrived at Sharon's house a little after two o'clock. We walked around the back because I knew that the back door was always unlocked if there was someone in the house. I opened the door and called Sharon.

"I'm over here", she shouted, "by the pool."

I turned my head and spotted Sharon lounging on a sun bed close to the outdoor swimming pool. "I hope you've brought your bikini with you?" she asked.

I was smiling as David and I walked up the garden towards the swimming pool. Sharon was wearing her bikini but she looked a little funny with her bikini on and a white plaster cast on her leg. Her black bikini was so mini it only fitted where it touched. I could see David taking an immediate interest in Sharon as he went to stand quite close to her.

"Sharon, this is David," I introduced. David held his hand out to Sharon who took it but didn't shake it. She just held it for a while.

"Very nice to meet you, David," she said.

"Likewise," David retorted as Sharon let go of his hand. She leaned to her side and opened a cool box that was sitting by the side of the lounger. She took out two cans of Coca Cola and handed one to each to us.

"Sorry I haven't got anything stronger," she said. "Dad doesn't like me drinking during the day, especially with a broken leg. He thinks I might get drunk, fall over and break the other one," she said laughing and patting the plaster cast with her hand.

David pulled a small deck chair up while I made myself comfortable on the second lounger. David positioned the chair just behind but to the side of Sharon. He had a perfect view down Sharon's cleavage. He didn't miss a trick!

We chatted about nothing and everything for an hour or so. Sharon relating how she came to break her leg and how she fell in love with the male triage nurse who attended to her in A & E. How the male nurse that applied the plaster was even dishier than the triage nurse. Without question he was the man she was going to marry until the taxi driver came to pick her up to drive her home and he suddenly went to the top of the pile of 'the most attractive man I have ever seen' list. Sharon always thought that the last man she met was always the most attractive man in the entire world until the next man came along. Her constant glances over towards David confirmed my analysis of Sharon.

The sun was beating down and I was getting just a little too warm. Sharon started to notice my discomfort as I gripped the lapel of my blouse and started to fan it trying to get some cooler air circulating under my clothes."Take a dip in the pool if you're getting to hot, Becci," she said.

"I'd love to but I didn't bring my costume," I replied.

"Who cares about a costume. You're wearing bra and panties. They are almost a bikini in their own right. Strip down to them and jump in," Sharon said.

"If I could I would," I replied, "but I'm not actually wearing a bra."

"In that case just dive in with panties on. There's no-one here to see you except me and David. The neighbours don't overlook the pool and I'm sure David won't mind. In fact, David would probable relish the idea!"

I laughed and continued fanning myself with the lapel of my blouse.

"Go on Sis. I won't mind. It's not as if I haven't seen your titties before," David chuckled.

I threw David a disapproving glance which he noticed. Unfortunately though, Sharon saw my disapproving glance as well. "Oh! Is that true! What do you mean by that, David?" Sharon asked.

David started to stammer and found it difficult to string a sentence together or to get a reasonable answer to come out of his mouth.

"You two have been doing naughty things together, haven't you?" Sharon said. "Do tell. I love a little naughty gossip. Tell me everything." Sharon shifted on her lounger to make herself more comfortable, ready to listen to whatever she was going to be told.

I just stared at David wondering how we were going to get out of the hole that he had dug for us.

I stood up and announced, "I think I will have that swim after all." I pulled my blouse off over my head and dropped my white shorts to the ground, kicked my sandals off my feet and dived into the pool.

The pool water was considerably cooler than I thought it was. My nipples suddenly hardened and I could feel goose-bumps forming on my breasts. When I surfaced, I spat some water out of my mouth and then swam to the opposite side of the pool from where Sharon and David were. I was hoping that my sudden rash action would deflect Sharon from the topic that was being discussed. I was wrong of course. Sharon looked at me and said, "Well. If he hasn't seen your titties before he certainly has now." She was laughing as she said it.

She turned to David and said something to him that I didn't quite hear. David looked away from Sharon directly at me. He stood, stripped down to his underpants and dived into the pool surfacing just a couple of inches away from me. He reached out and grabbed the pool side and steadied himself next to me.

"I've lost my underpants," he announced. "The force of the water ripped them off when I dived in." Sharon and I both burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter at the same time.

"I promise I won't peek when you come out, David," Sharon said whilst showing us her crossed fingers on both hands.

"What the fuck am I going to do Sis?" he asked. "Will you get out and throw me a towel? I can't just get out and let Sharon see my cock."

"Why not dear bother," I replied. "Has it shrunk in the cold water and you're frightened she will laugh at your eensy-weensy cock?"

As I had said it David grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. "Does that feel like an eensy-weensy cock to you?" he asked. The cold water had obviously not affected on his cock. It certainly hadn't made it smaller. If anything it was larger than I remembered it yesterday. I should have moved my hand away immediately but I couldn't. I was enjoying the feel of his cock in my hand.

His face was close to mine and with no regard for Sharon he kissed me passionately on the lips. I tried to pull away from the kiss but his mouth followed mine. I could feel my resistance weakening. Suddenly I felt his hand inside my panties and his finger seeking out my pussy.

I broke the kiss and my hold on his cock. I yanked his hand out of my panties. "Behave," I said, "Sharon's watching."

"Sharon certainly is watching and listening," Sharon called over. "Don't mind me. You two carry on as if I'm not here," she added laughing.

I was now so embarrassed I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. I swam over to where Sharon was and looked up at her from the pool. "Sorry about that, Sharon," I said.

"Don't mind me," Sharon said. "I found it very stimulating. In fact, so stimulating, I've got a really wet patch on my bikini bottoms!" I looked down at her crotch and sure enough there was a damp patch there where her pussy had been leaking.

In her hand she was holding David's wet underpants. She whispered, "I leaned over and fished them out of the pool when they floated to the surface." She tossed them under her sun lounger to hide them from David. I looked into Sharon's eyes as we both started to laugh again.

"What are you two laughing about?" David asked.

"Nothing," Sharon yelled back.

I climbed out of the pool and laid down on the sun lounger. David swam over to our side of the pool and parked himself close to my lounger and stared at my tits. Occasionally he would dip his head under the water and then surface again.

"Are you getting out?" Sharon asked.

"I can't," David replied, "without you seeing everything I've got."

"Well. That's OK with me," Sharon said. "It's not every day I see a handsome man's cock at close quarters. Becci won't mind either because it's pretty obvious that she has seen your equipment before. What I really want to know is has she felt your equipment inside her? Now that would be exciting to find out!"

I was embarrassed again. Sharon looked over at me with an inquisitive look in her eyes. My eyes, full of guilt, looked back at hers. Sharon saw the guilt in my eyes and she understood. She winked at me and blew me an imaginary kiss.

"Just get out, David, and show me your cock," Sharon demanded.

David must have heard the threatening tone of Sharon's voice. He did as he was told. His cock stood out like a steel rod. "Come over here so I can have a good look at it," she demanded.

David complied and was now standing just inches away from Sharon's face. She leaned over and took his cock between her thumb and forefinger. I saw it twitch and grow even bigger. She held it for a short while, then lifted it to look at his balls. She moved it to the left and then the right before lifting it up again. It was like she was examining it - examining it in minute detail.

I watched Sharon manipulating David's cock. I could see the glistening head which meant he was leaking pre cum. I know that Sharon must have seen it as well.

What was she thinking? What was she planning to do, if anything at all? It wasn't long before I found out.

She pulled David closer to her by pulling him by his cock. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out and licked the head of his cock. Then she placed her lips around his shaft and started to suck and lick him. David's eyes were closed. His hands were now either side of Sharon's head holding it in position. His cock was deep in her mouth. His hips were thrusting gently forward and backward. He was fucking Sharon's mouth.

My hand automatically went inside my panties to my pussy. My love juices were already flowing freely and my finger found my clitoris with ease. I rubbed it in a circular motion and knew it would not take me long to reach a climax. I looked at David again. His eyes were now open and watching me fingering myself. This acted as an aphrodisiac on me and as I rubbed a little harder my orgasm mounted from deep inside my pussy. It exploded within me and ripped through my body sending electric shocks to the tips of my fingers and toes. My mouth let out a gasp of pleasure as my eyes closed and my hand ceased rubbing. My body felt limp and exhausted.

I looked at Sharon sucking on David's cock. Her one hand was holding his cock and the other was helping her prop herself up on the sun-lounger. Her one leg was over the edge of the lounger while the one in plaster was securely placed on the lounger. Her hips were writhing with pleasure. I leaned over toward her and put my hand on her crouch. Her bikini bottoms were soaked with pussy juice. As she felt my touch she stopped sucking David's cock and glanced in my direction. Her lips broke out into a smiled of approval. She then returned her attention back to David's cock.

My finger traced the line around her bikini bottoms. It was an easy manoeuvre to push a finger between her skin and her bikini to feel her trimmed pubic hair, and her pussy lips. She wriggled a little with excitement as my finger touched her lips and doused itself in her sweet love lubricant. I stroked her pussy lips gently before finding the entrance to her secret treasures. My finger entered slowly and I pushed it upwards towards her pubic bone. She cried a cry of enjoyment and I knew I had hit the right spot. I gently massaged her until her body started to twitch quite violently and her hips started to jerk spasmodically. She was reaching her climax. There was a sudden and increased release of love juices as she let out a cry. She had achieved her orgasm.

David had sensed her approaching climax and at the same time that she achieved her height of ecstasy he released his cum into her mouth and throat. She sounded at first as if she would choke but she managed to swallow most of his cum. What little she couldn't swallow leaked out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.

Sharon slumped back onto the lounger and at the same time used her finger to scoop the cum that remained on her face into her mouth. I removed my hand from inside her bikini bottoms and David flopped down onto his deck chair.

We were all exhausted. No-one spoke for at least 5 minutes.

Sharon was the first to break the silence when she said, "I didn't expect that this afternoon. I was happy thinking we would just sit here and have a chat. If that was 'just a chat' I'll have some more any day of the week." She looked over at me and winked. I returned the wink with a smile.

David stood up and pulled his shorts on. "Just in case someone comes," he explained when Sharon gave him an inquisitive look.

"My father is not due home from work until five o'clock."

David checked his watch. "That is in exactly two minutes time," he announced triumphantly, pulling his shirt on.

As if on cue we heard Sharon's father's footsteps nearing the pool. He approached cautiously not knowing who his daughter's visitors were. When he got to the poolside he bent down and gave Sharon a kiss on the cheek. "How's my angel been today?" he asked.

"Thanks to Becci and David here, I've been well entertained this afternoon," she replied nodding over at me.

"So, this is Becci," he said holding out his hand for me to shake. It was only then that I realised I was still sitting there in just my panties! He smiled when I tried an amateur attempt to hide my tits with my hands. He went over to David and shook his hand instead. I looked around for my top but couldn't find it.

"What have you all been up to?" he asked Sharon.

"We've just sat around the poolside enjoying the sun. The highlight of the afternoon was when Becci and David jumped in the pool for a cooling dip," Sharon declared.

Sharon's father looked at all three of us, one at a time. He gave a little laugh, then came over and stood close to me. I was still looking for my top when I saw David holding it in his hand waving it at me. "Is this what you're looking for, Becci?" he asked. I threw him a death glance and he smiled. This was obviously payback time for not getting him a towel when he lost his underpants in the pool!

"Shall I get it for you Becci?" asked Sharon's father.

"If you would be so kind," I replied. He walked over to David who reluctantly gave him my blouse.

As Sharon's father approached me I saw him lift my blouse up to his nose. Was he smelling the scent on my blouse? He then held the blouse out for me to reach it. He was astute because he knew if I took the blouse from him I would use one of my hands which were hiding my tits.

A week ago I might have hesitated but today I didn't care anymore. I lowered both my hands letting him have a good look at my 32B size tits and then reached up and took the blouse from his. "Thank you," I said.

"My pleasure," he responded still looking at my naked breasts. As I looked him straight in the eye I noticed he was quite a handsome man. Well built and fit. Obviously the results of visits to the gym. Bronzed skin, blue eyes and blonde hair. I could see where Sharon got her looks from.

He didn't flinch. He just kept looking at my breasts. I got up from the lounger without putting my blouse on. Now he could see me in all my glory. I allowed him to ogle me for a while longer before I put one arm in my blouse sleeve, threw it around my back and struggled to get my other arm in. He came to the rescue and held my blouse while my arm searched for the arm opening. I noticed that he was still admiring my breasts. I thanked him again for his help and started buttoning up my blouse. I did it slowly , like a reverse striptease! It was only when I fastened the last button on my blouse did he avert his eyes. I found my shorts and stepped into them and finally stepped into my sandals.

"I'm going in for my shower, Sharon. I'll see you later. Goodbye Becci. Goodbye David. It's been nice meeting you both."

We watched him entering the house and then close the door behind him.

"He certainly fancied you Becci," David said. "He couldn't take his eyes off you. Mind you, you did get dressed in a very seductive way. Were you making a move for him?"

"Don't be so bloody silly," I said.

"It turned me on, that's for sure," he said.

"Turned me on as well, " Sharon added. Then she gave a little chuckle.

"I think it's time we went now David. I've enjoyed myself Sharon. It's been a fun afternoon."

"It certainly has," Sharon said. "We must all get together again, soon!"

I bent down and kissed Sharon on the cheek. "I'll give you a call later in the week," I said.

I sat in the car waiting for David to get in. Eventually he did and I started the car, honked the horn as a 'goodbye' message to Sharon and we drove away.

We drove for a few miles in silence. Eventually David broke the silence and asked if we were going to stop and have something to eat. "I don't mind what I eat but I am rather hungry. My afternoon exercises have given me quite an appetite," he said looking at me. I glanced at him and he had a smile on his lips.

"Will The Hungry Horse be OK?" I asked.

"Sounds good to me."

I pulled into the car park of The Hungry Horse public house and brought the car to a stop. We entered the pub and I noticed that it was quite empty. We sat at a table and a waitress brought us a menu. I chose a chicken and bacon salad and David ordered a medium rare steak. He also ordered a pint of lager for himself and a diet coke for me. The waitress returned quite quickly with our drinks order.

David picked his glass up and said, "Cheers." I repeated the toast with my glass of coke.

"That was quite an afternoon," David said. "I didn't think it was going to be like that. I was expecting to listen to two giggling schoolgirls reminiscing about what they got up to years ago while I sat there counting the bubbles in the wallpaper on the wall. Instead of that I had a fantastic blowjob, a good look at my sisters boobs and a bird's eye view of my sister playing with another woman's pussy. Quite a coup, I think."

"I'm glad you enjoyed," I said a little sarcastically. "I promised Daddy that I would look after you and I think I have lived up to my promise so far."

"You certainly have," he said as he placed his hand on my knee.

Surely he wasn't after more sex! Hadn't Sharon's blowjob emptied his balls? Obviously not, I thought, as I felt his hand creeping up my legs towards my crotch. I should have stopped him I suppose, but I didn't. I was enjoying the attention that he was paying me. His hand had reached my crotch and his fingers now started to fondle me through my shorts. Rubbing my sex gently with his fingers was starting to turn me on. I slightly changed my position in my seat to allow him easier access to my crotch.

I looked around the pub to see if anyone was watching us. We were safe. There wasn't anyone this side of the pub.

I reached over and placed my hand on his cock. It was already erect and waiting attention. I gripped his cock and played with it, feeling its strength and size through his shorts. He let out a moan as I fondled it. His hand moved from my crotch back to my leg and I felt his fingers intruding under my shorts between my skin and the leg of my shorts. I let out a sigh as I felt his fingers probed deeper towards my waiting pussy.

I started to masturbate him through his trousers but before I could bring him to a climax I saw the waitress approaching our table with two plates of food. I immediately removed my hand from David's cock and put it on the table. David, by now, had also spotted the waitress bearing down on us but instead of removing his hand from my crotch he pushed it further up my leg toward my pussy. I let out a moan just as the waitress arrived at the table. She looked at me with a smile on her face. I'm sure she heard my moan, but she said nothing. She asked which meal was mine and placed my plate in front of me and the other in front of David. "Is there anything else I can get you?" she asked looking at David with a smile.

"No thank you," I replied.

"Are you sure?" she replied, looking at me with a knowing look on her face. "Any condiments or sauces?"

"We have enough sauce already," David said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

The waitress glanced between us and before turning to returning to the kitchen said, "If there is anything else I can do for you just ask. Enjoy the meal and enjoy yourselves."

The way the waitress looked at us and her last few comments convinced me that she knew exactly what we were doing under the table. I mentioned it to David but he just smiled - a 'devil may care' smile. He removed his hand from my shorts and was now shaking the salt cellar over his meal.

"Don't let it get cold," David said, looking at my plate of food.

"It's a salad David. It's supposed to be cold!" I replied.

"I wasn't talking about your salad," he responded lifting the first forkful of food to his mouth.

We finished our food in silence. David woofed his food down which indicated that he must have been hungry. I finished my salad some time after David had pushed his plate away.

"Right," David said. "You go and get the car and I'll go and pay for the meals."

"I need the ladies room first," I said, as I stood up from the table and pushed past him.

When I emerged from the toilet I could see David, in the distance, paying our waitress for the food. I left the pub, unlocked the car door, and sat in the driving seat. Fumbling with the ignition keys, I eventually managed to start the car and I drove it to the front entrance of the pub, where David was now waiting.

He climbed into the passenger seat, clicked his seat belt into the retainer and said, "Come on Sis. Let's go to Sunset Point and watch the tide come in and the sun set over the water."

For some reason I didn't object. I think I knew why he wanted to go there and it wasn't for watching either the tide or the sun! It was recognised locally as a courting couple's parking area.

Twenty minutes later I pulled the handbrake on and we were overlooking the sea on the cliff known locally as Sunset Point. We both released our seat belts at the same time. The spot was aptly named as the sun was just dipping its toes into the sea when we arrived. In another 30 minutes or so it would be swallowed up by the sea. We both sat there enjoying the view in silence.

I was waiting for David to make a move on me. After all, wasn't that why he wanted to come to this place? I glanced down at his lap and noticed that he did have an erection. Should I initiate the proceedings I thought to myself? Instead I turned my attention to the radio, turned it on and found some soft romantic music. I turned the volume down quite low, settled back in my seat and closed my eyes.

I heard the sound of a zip being undone. I opened my eyes and through the eerie light of dusk I saw David sitting with his cock in his hand. He was masturbating himself. He must have sensed I was watching him because he turned his head toward me and said, "Sorry Sis. I thought you were asleep. Now that you're not would you mind helping me out with this little problem?" He looked down at his cock. It did look a lot bigger than normal. It certainly looked a lot thicker unless it was the semi-darkness of dusk playing tricks with me. David continued pulling his foreskin back and forth over his mushroom tip.

"We must stop doing this sort of thing, David," I said. "It's wrong!"

"You're right Sis. It is wrong. Enjoyable, but wrong." He opened the car door, got out and went to the front of the car. He peered in through the windscreen and simply said, "Come on."

Why I did it I don't know, but I joined him at the front of the car. Leaning my bottom against the bonnet of the car I stared out to sea. Suddenly and without warning, David turned towards me and pushed me back onto the bonnet. He kissed me passionately on the lips. His tongue seeking my tongue and his hands seeking my breasts. He was fumbling with the buttons on my blouse but eventually managed to undo them all. I felt the cool of the evening air on my nipples as he opened my blouse fully. His mouth moved down my neck, nibbling as it went. He found my nipple and started to suck and lick it.

My passion was rising. I could feel that magical tingle deep down inside me as his hands undid the clasp of my shorts and he pushed them off my hips toward the ground. He pulled my panties down, fully exposing my pussy to him. He kicked my panties and shorts away from my feet and then removed his own shorts. I felt the tip of his cock touch the top of my leg as he positioned himself. He placed his hands under my bottom and lifted me further up onto the bonnet of the car directly in line with his throbbing cock. He inched forward and I felt his glans penetrating my fuckhole. Another push and his cock was fully in and he started fucking me hard and deep. He was like an a****l.

His pace quickened and his thrusting became harder and harder with each movement. I had never been fucked this way - out in the open by a wild a****l desperate to plant his seed within me! I found David's a****listic ways erotic. Tonight I needed his cock deep inside me and I wanted him to come and explode and fill me with his seed. As David worked up to a sexual frenzy I closed my eyes and felt the first signs of my orgasm starting deep in the pit of my stomach. I also felt his hands on my nipples. Pinching and squeezing them and rolling them between thumb and forefinger. David's hard cock pounding my pussy and his hands playing with my nipples soon made me climax. As the first wave of my climax hit me I locked my legs around David's waist holding him in a vice like grip.

David let out a groan of relief as his seed exploded and shot into my pussy. He kept fucking me until his balls were empty and my pussy full. My climax erupted a split second after I felt his cum squirt into my pussy. David's thrusting eased and he leaned more heavily on me. We were both panting from the exertion, both exhausted. I could still feel David's fingers playing with my nipples.

As his cock softened it flopped out of my pussy and I felt him step away. I was enjoying the moment of sexual gratification and just lay on the bonnet of the car with my eyes closed. His hands resumed their task of nipple playing and I moaned with the sensation I was feeling.

I felt David's cock at the entrance to my pussy again - pushing its way in toward my cunt. How did he get another hard on so quickly, I thought to myself. I opened my eyes to see what David was doing and to my horror saw a stranger. As I went to push him away his hands grabbed my wrists and he pinned me down on the bonnet. I felt his cock entering my love channel. I wanted to struggle but my body refused. A feeling of butterflies in my stomach seemed to immobilise me. And then I felt it. Another orgasm ripped through my body sending little electric shocks to every part of my body. No sooner did it subside than another took its place. This time it was more intense. More electrifying! I moaned loudly with delight.

This stranger was giving me intense orgasms that I had never experienced before. His cock deep inside me he was pounding me into the bonnet of the car. Suddenly, and involuntarily, my legs clasped the stranger around his waist trapping his cock inside my pussy. As I did this his hands released their grip on my wrists and he started fondling my breasts again. We both knew that my body had submitted to his and now he could do anything he wanted to me!

His fucking increased to a frenzid speed. I felt another climax building. Was this the third or the fourth I asked myself? I felt the stranger stiffen and knew that he was about to offload his cum deep in my fuckhole. As his pounding increased so did the approach of my orgasm.

I felt his hot cum hitting my cervix. One squirt after another. It seemed to go on forever. How much cum did this stranger have? As his fucking slowed to a standstill my next orgasm hit me. This sent involuntary shock waves to all parts of my body as I writhed on the bonnet.

I sense something different about this climax. I soon found out what. I started squirting liquid out of my pussy. It was like urinating but with a different, nicer feeling. The hot liquid just pumped out of my pussy one gush after another.

It took several minutes for me to regain my composure. I virtually slid off the bonnet of the car and finished up sitting on the ground leaning against the bumper of the car. I was panting. I was wet. I was happy. I was satisfied! I looked around for the stranger but couldn't see him. He had disappeared into the night.

David was sitting on the grass close by smiling at me. I had never had a day like this in my life before.

It was the very first time I had squirted during a fuck.

I'd been having vivid and wild sexy dreams all night. All of them were about me being forcefully fucked against my will by a stranger. When I say against my will, it was, but only up to a point. After that point was reached it was me who wanted the pleasure of being forcefully fucked and I didn't care what stranger did it to me as long as he put his cock in my box and left his cum deep inside.

I was slowly but surely becoming a 'cum slut'.

There was a tap on my bedroom door which hauled me up from my slumbers. I shouted a sleepy "Come in" and watched David, my brother, enter my bedroom. He was carrying a large mug of tea. He put it down on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. I had to shift my position in my bed to give him room to sit down. " I thought after last night you might need a little pampering today, Sis. Hence the mug of tea."

My mind raced back to last night and as my mind cleared and the fog lifted I remembered most of what had happened in detail. "I was fucked by a total stranger," I said, "and you watched him fuck me."

"That was after I'd fucked you. He'd been playing with your tits for quite some time while I was fucking you. I know you had your eyes closed but I thought you knew it was a stranger playing with you and that's why you had such a heavy orgasm. Seeing him playing with your tits while I was fucking your pussy made me cum mega! After I had shot my load into you he pushed me out of the way and took my place and fucked you. You were like a wild a****l as he fucked you. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it? "

" I don't know what to think," I said. "I don't know if it was his skill at fucking that made me cum so many times or the fact that I was being forcefully fucked by a stranger. Whichever it was, I must have climaxed five or six times. Each one different. Each one better than the last. Each one more satisfying."

I lifted myself onto one elbow and reached for my mug of tea. The duvet slipped down and exposed my tits as I stretched. I didn't care. After what I had done over the last few days showing my tits to my brother seemed a triviality. David eyed my size 32B tits with admiration. This would have been the fourth or fifth time he had seen them in the last few days. I saw his hand go down to his crotch where he pulled on his jeans, probably to make himself more comfortable and give his swelling cock more room to expand. I sipped my tea.

My reminiscence of last night had made my nipples swell and protrude and my areola had darkened slightly. It was a sexy scene for David to enjoy! His eyes were enjoying the treat my breast offered and that was obviously making his cock come to life.

"Have you got anything planned for today?" I asked David.

"Not really," he replied. After yesterday afternoon and evening I think anything we do today will be a bit of a letdown." He was, of course, referring to our afternoon with Sharon and then the evening at Sunset Point. "Have you got anything planned?" he asked.

"Not really, " I replied. I think I will have a long soak in the bath and then take the rest of the day as it comes." I finished my tea and handed David my empty mug. David rose from the bed and headed for the door. As he opened the door I added, "I might go dogging, of course."

David stopped dead in his tracks. He turned and looked at me. His eyes wandered up and down my body before asking, "Really?"

"Who knows," I said with a little teasing laugh.

"Well, if you do decide to go dogging don't go alone. Take me with you as a chaperone and guardian angel," David said. "And who knows, I might find a girl to fuck while I'm there."

David left my bedroom and went downstairs carrying the empty mug. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I ran the bath and poured half a bottle of bubble bath into the water. This was going to be luxury! I tested the temperature of the water with my toes and when I found it was just right I emerged my entire body into the foam and water. I slid down the bath and let the warm water lap over my entire body. Only my head and neck was above water. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

My mind started to wander back to last night again and the fuck I'd had with the stranger. The more I thought of being fucked by a stranger the more I liked the idea and the more worked up I was becoming. After all, a stranger made me orgasm several times during a single fuck. I wondered what would happen if I was fucked by more than one stranger - one after another after another. How many orgasms would I have then?

The more I thought of it the harder my nipples became and the more excited I became. My right hand moved down my body to my pussy and my finger started to caress my lips. My other hand found my breast and started to play with my tits. My right hand explored my labia and vulva until it found my magic button which was already dilated and eager for some attention. My fingers rubbed my clitoris in small circular movements. Despite being in the warm water I could feel my pussy making and releasing love juices in anticipation of pleasures to come.

I continued to think of a stranger fucking me whilst I rubbed my clitoris and played with my nipples and areola. My passion was rising and in my mind I saw several strangers standing close by, watching me being fucked. They were all masturbating but some were reaching their climax more quickly that others, and they ejaculated their semen from deep within their balls into an open void. In my mind I saw the creamy thick liquid squirt from their cocks and go to wasted as it hit the floor. My tongue was licking my lips as every shower of cum hit the floor.

My climax started to rip through my body as my imaginary stranger dumped his cum inside me. In my sexual fantasy another stranger took his place, inserted his cock deep into my cunt and started fucking me.

I was thrashing about in the water as one climax was superseded by another. I was breathing hard and my heart was thumping in my chest. As my final climax started to subside I let out an involuntary moan from my throat. My body relaxed and I once again settled down into the bath water, contented and happy. I was savouring my post-orgasm glow with a wry smile on my face.

Eventually I managed to compose myself enough to get out of the bath and dry myself with the towel. I left the bathroom to head for my bedroom rubbing my hair with the towel. It was a beautiful day outside again - we were experiencing a prolonged period of dry, warm weather. As I approached my bedroom window to look at the world outside I was still drying my hair, rubbing it with the towel.

As I looked out a movement caught my eye and as I turned to have a better look I saw Mr Johnson, our next door neighbour, looking up at my window. Apart from the towel in my hand I was still completely naked. Mr Johnson had seen me topless before so I thought I would give him another thrill. I dropped the towel on the floor, picked up a hair brush, and started to brush my hair whilst looking directly at Mr Johnson. I was making sure he was having a good view of my breasts. Just to make sure he could see me I waved to him and blew a kiss back. Mr Johnson turned away, looked at his house for a few seconds before turning back to return the wave. So, I was right, he can easily see me! I carried on brushing my hair staring at Mr Johnson and watching him continually looking around at his house to ensure his wife wasn't watching before turning back to look at me.

I decided to up the ante a little, so I put the hairbrush down and placed my hands, one on each breast. I started to massage them while my tongue started wetting my lips. I let my nipples show between my fingers as I massaged my tits for the benefit of Mr Johnson. My mouth partly open, my tongue darting along my lips. It was a free show for Mr Johnson. I hope he appreciated it!

Mr Johnson continued to watch me and his looking back at his house became less and less frequent. I think that was his downfall. He didn't see Mrs Johnson coming down the garden with a drink of orange squash for him. By the time Mr Johnson was aware of her presence it was too late. She had seen me performing my little routine for her husband and Mr Johnson was in for a verbal battering - probably for years to come! My treat for Mr Johnson had come to an abrupt and sudden end.

I dressed in panties, white skimpy shorts and a bikini top. Sandals completed my outfit.

I went downstairs and found David in the kitchen reading the morning newspaper and sipping on a large mug of coffee. I pulled up a seat at the table and told him, in great detail, about Mr Johnson and how Mrs Johnson had admonishing him all the way back to the house.

David found it rather amusing that a 'seventy something' year old should be having a scolding for something a 21 year old had done to him and in which he had no control. "Did it give you any gratification or satisfaction?" he asked looking me in the eyes.

"It was fun, " I replied, "but I do confess, I did feel sorry for him when his wife caught him."

"Were you fingering yourself at the time?" David asked.

"No. I was actually drying my hair, but I did think, as Mr Johnson watching me was turning me on, that I might have a little play later."

With that David rose from the table and came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulder. He bent down a little and whispered in my ear, "I bet you're ready now though." I felt his hot breath on my neck as his hands slowly moved from my shoulders and cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently. He kissed the bone of my clavicle, he kiss the hollow beneath the bone, the first swell of my chest. I moaned with pleasure.

David was right. I was beginning to feel like some sex right there and then. Despite already having masturbated earlier in the bath tub I was ready for another sex session.

As I thought about it, it came to mind that again it might have been because Mr Johnson was a relative stranger that made me feel so sexy. Was it the 'stranger' part that excited me, or was it that I was becoming a sex freak?

David's hands continued to play with my breasts making my nipples grow and my pussy to dampen. He suddenly stopped caressing my breasts and with a very slow and teasing movement pulled both ties of my bikini top until the piece of thin material fell away releasing my breasts. His hands resumed their position on my breasts teasing and flirting with my stiffened nipples making my pussy even wetter and my throat to release another involuntary moan of pleasure. He continued kissing and gently nibbling my neck. "Stand up for me, Sis," he whispered in my right ear. "I want you over the kitchen table."

As if I was a robot I did as I was asked and stood for him. As I tried to turn to face him he held me tight around the waist preventing me from turning. His right hand went around my waist to the top button of my shorts which he unfastened one handed, with skill and dexterity. He then moved down to the next button and the next and finally the last one. He undid them all with the same confidence and speed that he had undone the first. He was obviously quite adept at unbuttoning female buttons!

He pushed my shorts down and his hand went under my panties and onto my lower tummy close to my vulva. He was still kissing my neck and running his tongue up to my ear. His hot breath and his tongue licking my earlobe was euphoric. The heat within me was rising and I reached behind me and felt his cock trying to push their way out of his shorts. I placed my hand over his cock and rubbed it gently up and down. At I did this he started to pushed his body into mine and I could clearly feel the outline of his cock pressing into my bum. I could easily tell that he was not wearing any underpants.

I was fumbling to undo his fly buttons so that I could get to his cock. Zip flies are so much easier and quicker! David came to my rescue. With just one hand he undid them and his shorts dropped to the floor where he kicked them away. His cock was now free of all constraints and I pushed my bottom back towards it, wanting to feel it's hardness and heat against my bum. I went to remove my panties but when David realised what I was trying to do he put his hand on my hand and simply said, "No, Sis." With that, he pushed my head and chest down onto the kitchen table, opened my legs a little wider by pushing them apart with his foot, took his cock and inserted it between my panty leg and my bum.

He started moving back and forth. He was fucking my panties and he was enjoying it. His moans and breathing were getting louder and his cock was leaving pre cum trails as it passed over the skin of my bottom.

It was a surreal feeling. Here I was offering my pussy to my brother to fuck and all he wanted to do was fuck my panties - while I was wearing them! His panting was becoming more strained with each thrust forward. His fucking motion was making my pussy wet. I tried, but failed, to get my hand inside the front of my panties to rub myself. It was then that I noticed a movement at the window.

Unable to move due to David's weight on my body I tried to tell David that we were being watched. But that was useless - he was too occupied fucking my panties and his moans just drowned out my voice. I stared at the window waiting to see if I could see more movement and more importantly who it was watching us.

It was then that I felt David's body stiffen. His thrusting got wilder and I knew he was about to shoot his load of cum into my panties. As he let out a loud moan from his throat I felt his cum splashing and squirting onto my panty covered bottom. Spurt after spurt of warm cum bathed my bottom and David's cock was spreading the cum all over!

As David was enjoying his minute of pleasure, my eyes were transfixed on the window, and that was when I recognised the face that had been watching us. It was Mr Johnson, our 70 year old next door neighbour! He had been watching all the time!

I was still bent, face down, on the table as David's cock began to lose its strength and size. Fucking my panties while I wore them must have been another one of his fetishes. My panties and bum were soaking with David's cum as he withdrew his cock.

"We were being watched," I said quietly to David.

"Yes I know," he replied. "The old man from next door has been watching us from the outset. I found it very stimulating to have someone else look at your body while I was fucking you."

"More like fucking my panties," I retorted, as I stood up straight and looked directly at Mr Johnson through the window. Mr Johnson returned the stare as he ogled my body, especially my tits.

"Yea, OK," David replied laughing as he looked around the floor for his shorts.

I decided to let Mr Johnson have a good look at my body while I took my wet and cum filled panties off. I ripped a few sheets of kitchen towel off the roll and wiped my bum of cum before throwing the tissue away in the waste bin.

David was now dressed in his shorts. I was completely naked. What David did next came as a shock for me and Mr Johnson. He opened the back door and shouted for Mr Johnson to come in for a cup of coffee. The invitation came like a bolt from the blue. It was the last thing I expected David to do!

I heard Mr Johnson give a little cough and I watched as he passed the window and approach the back door. "Come in," invited David. "I'm sure my little sister will make you a cup of coffee. Would you like that Mr Johnson?" he asked as Mr Johnson's foot crossed the threshold.

"Yes, thank you," Mr Johnson replied, removing his flat cap as he entered the kitchen. As he saw me standing there, as naked as the day I was born, he touched his forelock like an old fashioned mark of respect, that could have been a scene from a Jane Austin book.

Mr Johnson was looking at my body. His eyes covered every square inch of it. He'd seen my tits before from my bedroom window but now he was having a close up look at my tits and his first look at my pussy. Strangely enough I didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed. I was enjoying the staring eyes of my old neighbour.

"Would you like some milk and sugar with your coffee?" I asked as I walked towards the coffee percolator.

"I ... I ... I ... don't want to be any trouble Miss Becci," he stuttered, not removing his eyes from my body.

"It's no trouble at all," David said. "Is it Sis?"

"No, of course not Mr Johnson," I replied.

"Just some milk then please, Miss Becci," Mr Johnson replied.

I smiled at him calling me Miss Becci. It reminded me of a love story that Barbara Cartland would write, where the hero was always tall, dark and handsome and the heroine was always a poor girl who had suffered in life from birth until the hero of the story arrived on the scene. I wondered if Mr Johnson was regarding himself the hero! My knight in shining armour, rescuing me from the evil clutches of my brother!

"I have a few things to do, so I'll leave you in the capable hands of Becci, " David said as he went to leave the kitchen and go upstairs, "and believe me, Mr Johnson, she has very capable hands," he added with a laugh. As he went through the door David glanced at me and gave me a wink.

I handed Mr Johnson his mug of coffee. He was still staring at my body, as if he had never seen a naked woman before. Who knows? Perhaps he hasn't, I thought to myself.

"Do you like what you see, Mr Johnson?" I asked.

"Oh! goodness yes, Miss Becci!" he stuttered quietly, looking guilty. "I think you are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen."

"How many women have you seen naked, that you could class as beautiful?" I asked.

"You are the only one, Miss Becci."

"Just Becci will do," I replied. "There's no need to call me Miss Becci."

"OK, Miss Becci," he replied.

I smiled when he called me Miss Becci again, which in turn made Mr Johnson smile. His eyes were still transfixed on my naked body. I gazed at him and notice that for a 'seventy something' man he still had a good mop of hair and his eyes were crystal clear and not cloudy or dulled by age. He was a slender man and he stood upright.

"What about Mrs Johnson? Surely you've seen her naked?" I asked.

"Goodness gracious, no!" he replied. "She always turns the light off when she goes to bed."

"What about when you make love? Surely you must see her naked then?"

"No miss! She wouldn't allow it. We always made love in the dark and we only ever did it in the one position - that was me on top of her, missionary style." He sighed a little and then added in a rather quieter voice, "And that only happened on high days and holidays."

I wondered what Mr Johnson must have made of what he had just witnessed. Me, naked and bent double over the kitchen table and David fucking my panties!

I started to feel sorry for the old man standing in front of me. He had probably had fifty years of marriage and had never seen his wife naked. He had probably only fucked her three or four times a year for half a century! What a waste of a life, I thought to myself.

Mr Johnson had, by now, finished his coffee and he put his mug down on the table gently. "Thank you, Miss Becci. The coffee was very nice. Most appreciated. I shall now go back to my gardening. Thank you for everything."

As he turned to go I called to him, "Mr Johnson. Would you like a feel of my tits before you go?"

"No thank you," he replied without even turning around. "You see, Miss Becci, once I feel them then I will never have the pleasure again of dreaming about how they feel - I will know how they feel. I would prefer to have dream after dream about you and, of course, the occasional glimpse through your bedroom window."

With that, Mr Johnson left the house leaving me feeling rather sad and despondent thinking about what he had told me. Mr Johnson had touched a part of my heart that I didn't know existed. I ran upstairs to my bedroom, threw myself on my bed and had a little cry. This world can be so cruel sometimes.

After I had dried the tears away from my eyes I looked out of my bedroom window and watched as Mr Johnson weeded his vegetable garden. He looked happy enough as he bent down and plucked the weeds from around his crop of lettuce plants. His eyes were concentrating on the next offending weed until for some unknown reason he glanced in my direction. His eyes sparkled as he saw me standing at the window. He gave a quick glance towards his house before returning his gaze to me. He lifted his hand and gave me a quick wave. His face broke out into a sunshiny smile that brought a smile to my lips. I returned the wave which he welcomed with a grin before returning his concentration and his eyes to his gardening.

I decided to go to the beach for a walk and a sunbathe so hunted through my drawers for a bikini, a white crochet trim tassel hem dress that I bought last year but hadn't had the weather to wear, and my sandals. I perched my designer sunglasses on my head. I threw, into a shoulder bag, a beach towel, a bottle of sun tan lotion and a bottle of mineral water. Within ten minutes of deciding to go to the beach I had said goodbye to David and was driving the short distance to the local stretch of sand.

I found a parking space easily. For such a nice day there were few cars in the car park so the beach and sand dunes would be relatively deserted. To reach the beach I had to walk across a wooden boardwalk which ran from the car park, through the sand dunes, and finished close to the sandy beach. As I reached the end of the boardwalk I looked left and right along the expanse of golden sand but couldn't decide which way to go. My mind was made up when I heard some voices to the left of me and I saw a family playing beach cricket. I turned to the right and started walking - I was seeking peace and solitude.

After about half a mile I saw a gap in the sand dunes to my right. I wandered over and found a sun trap in the form of a sand basin - surrounded by high sand dunes and only one easy entrance. This is going to be my private sunbathing area for the next few hours I thought to myself. I spread out the beach towel, stripped down to my scanty bikini, opened the suntan lotion and smoothed it over most of my body. As I sat on the towel applying the suntan lotion I jiggled my bum to make a comfortable 'seat' in the sand. A quick drink of mineral water and I laid back to soak up the golden sun rays. It was heaven! My thoughts went over the happening since I came home from university. It didn't take long though before the sun on my eyelids made me sleepy and I fell asleep listening to the song of the breeze as it caressed the tall sand dune grasses.

Something woke me. I could hear voices, quite close - in fact, very close! I felt something cold making its way up my leg toward my inner thighs. I sat up in a single motion and saw three young men looking down at me. One was holding a beach parasol and it was the metal tip of the parasol that I could feel on my inner thigh. I put my hand on my leg to stop it encroaching further.

"What a delight," the parasol man said. "Such a lovely camel toe for my parasol to explore." As he said this I felt him pushing the parasol tip against my hand trying to move it further up my thigh.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him indignantly, pushing his parasol away from me.

"What' s a man supposed to do?" he asked. "I come for a nice walk along the beach with my friends and I find a beautiful washed up mermaid asleep on the beach. A mermaid so attractive and with such a figure that it necessitated extra exploration. Are you a mermaid that maybe needs some light relief?" As he asked this the point of his parasol was back on my thigh making gentle movements and his eyes were transfixed on my crotch and my camel toe.

All three men were dressed in swimming trunks. Each wore sunglasses. Apart from the parasol there was nothing else. My eyes explored all three. Each had a slight erection tenting their swimming trunks. All had a tanned muscular body. Every one of them was, in my eyes, fuckable!

"Do you think you could spare us some of that water?" the parasol man asked looking at the bottle laying by my side.

"Certainly," I answered as I threw the bottle at him. He caught it one handed and passed it to one of his friends who opened the bottle and drank some before passing the bottle to the third man.

"Thank you, kind mermaid."

"I'm not a mermaid," I responded, "and you know it!"

"Very true. If you were I wouldn't have been able to stroke your thigh with my tip," he said smiling. "Anyway, do mermaids have camel toes as nice as yours? Do they even have camel toes?" he asked.

I blushed immediately and looked away from him.

The water bottle was passed back to parasol man who took a drink, replaced the cap, and handed the bottle back to me. "Thank you. Not only are you a beautiful lady you are also a kind lady and I have decided that such a beautiful lady needs protection. We shall remain with you as your guardians ensuring you are not m*****ed or hindered."

"I can assure you I can look after myself perfectly well thank you," I said, as I resumed my laying position on the beach towel. To award myself some privacy I put my sunglasses on - that way they wouldn't see which one I was looking at.

"I'm sure you can, " he acknowledged, "but we have nothing else to do this afternoon so we might as well remain here with you and admire your beauty as walk along the beach poking stranded jellyfish with my parasol."

"Suit yourself," I answered turning my head away from them.

It wasn't long before I felt the cold tip of the parasol back on my inner thigh. I admit that the coldness was quite stimulating on my sun warmed flesh and it did send a tingle up my leg. He etched a pattern on my inner thigh as he gradually went higher and higher until he brushed my vulva with the parasol tip. I let out a low involuntary moan as it touched me and my legs, against my will, slightly parted. The parasol tip was now directly on my pussy lips, which, according to him, were clearly visible as camel toe through my bikini bottoms. A slow, gentle caressing movement by the tip made me start to get wet and wanting more. My legs opened further as I released another moan from my throat. The parasol tip was now caressing my pussy lips through my bikini bottoms and I could feel more and more pressure being applied by parasol man.

I felt movement either side of me and knew that the other two had taken a sitting position - one on each side of me. I opened my eyes and looked for parasol man. He was still standing in front of me, one hand holding the parasol the other holding his enlarged cock through his swimming trunks.

It was just then that I felt a hand on my breast. First it was on my left tit but it was quickly followed by a hand on my right tit. I was numb with pleasurable feelings. I couldn't move. Couldn't protest! I didn't want to move and I certainly didn't want to protest! I was enjoying myself. Enjoying the feel of the men on my bikini covered nipples and the metal tip on my pussy lips. I glanced at the two men sitting either side of me - each one had a hand on one of my tits, their finger tips massaging my nipple and my areola. My nipples responded by growing and my pussy responded by dampening and leaving a damp patch on my bikini bottoms. The parasol tip continued to rub my pussy lips through my bikini bottoms.

Offering no resistance to what was happening must have acted as a green flag to the men. I felt a hand going under my bikini top and grasping my tit. My bikini top was pushed upward off my right breast and was closely followed by the freedom of my left tit. Two hands massaged and played with my nipples, making them enlarged and eager for more touches.

The man with the parasol now knelt between my legs - the parasol thrown to one side. I felt his hand on both sides of my bikini bottom as he gently tried to pull them down. Without thinking about it I assisted his efforts by lifting my bum off the sand. I felt my bikini bottoms as they were pulled off past my feet. I was now on remote control. My sexual desires had overtaken any common sense and I would now allow these three men to do with me as they wanted. My pussy was on fire and now desperate for some attention.

The attention came by way of the parasol man's tongue. As he lay flat on the sand between my legs I felt his fingers separate my lips. My legs opened further to allow him enough room for his head between my legs. A quick lick of his tongue along my lips sent a magical shiver through my body. My clitoris was already swollen and ready.

I was entering my sexual heaven. My Utopia!

I felt two tongues on my nipples. Each nipple was being licked and flicked by the men's tongues. The tongues danced a merry pattern around my areola and over my nipples which stood erect as if demanding more attention. My areolas darkened with excitement. Little goose bumps formed on my breasts, not because of cold but caused by excitement. I started to moan with pleasure which spurred on all three men. My body started to writhe with pleasure and anticipation.

I held parasol man's head between my legs as he sucked my clitoris into his mouth and ran his tongue over it, teasing it all the time. My pussy was wet from my juices and his saliva. I felt him moving and when I opened my eyes I saw that he was removing his trunks. I caught a glimpse of his cock - huge and swollen with a purple-red head. Veins ran down the length of it and his scrotum hung with two large balls inside. I ran my tongue over my own lips in anticipation of what was soon going to be inside my cunt making me happy. He resumed his position between my legs and started licking and sucking me again.

By now the other two men had removed their swimming trunks so I now had a choice of three cocks to enjoy and play with. As I lay there I moved my hands away from parasol man's head and reached out to my sides searching for the two cocks, one on either side of me. I found them both easily. They were both large and swollen and they both twitched as I ran my thumb over the top of their glans and spread some of their pre cum around and over the heads.

Now that I had removed my hands from the head of parasol man he was free to move, which is exactly what he did. I felt him kneeling between my legs as he slowly inched his cock closer to my fuckhole. I could feel the head brushing my labia and the opening to my cunt but he was having difficulty in penetrating because of his position and the way he was kneeling. To help him I lifted my arse a little and as he cupped my buttocks, and inched closer still, I felt his cock sliding into my waiting cunt. I groaned as his dick went in stretching the walls of my fuckbox. It was much fatter and bigger than I thought and at one time I wondered if it would fit at all but eventually it did manage to nestle deep within me.

As I was being fucked by parasol man I was wanking the two guys either side of me. They were both fucking my hand and writhing as they played and sucked on my tits. One of the guys stopped playing with my tits and kneeled next to my head. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his cock standing to attention, almost demanding some kind of reaction from me. I lifted my hand and grabbed it and as I turned my head towards him I guided his cock into my waiting mouth. I licked and sucked his head like a c***d would suck a lollipop. I took it deep into my throat - so deep that at one time I thought I would gag. I managed to stifle it.

Parasol man was humping me like a wild a****l. His cock was banging away at my pussy and because it was so big and he was in so far I felt it touch my cervix several times. That was when I had my first climax. It wasn't one of the mega ones but it was a fulfilling one none the less. The butterflies that danced in my vagina fluttered through the lower part of my body causing me to buck and thresh as the orgasm hit me. My nipples tingled as if a mild electric shock had been applied, my stomach muscles tightened and my pussy walls closed and tightened around his cock. This seemed to excite his even more and as he watched me sucking his mate's cock his thrusting got wilder and wilder. Suddenly his body stiffened, his thrusting became more urgent and I felt his cum squirt deep into my pussy. Squirt after squirt after squirt. I felt each one as they washed my cervix and filled my pussy with cum.

My second orgasm came just after the guy whose cock I was sucking came in my mouth. His hot sticky goo filled my mouth and throat seconds after parasol guy filled my cunt with his juices. This orgasm was a lot more powerful than the first. Starting at my toes and, like a tidal wave, it washed up my body to my head making every part of my body shiver and squirm with a pleasantness only an orgasm can give.

As parasol man rolled off me, his cock gradually shrinking back to its normal size, the guy who had just cum in my mouth slumped onto the sand, panting. I turned my attention to the guy who had not yet cum. I turned my head and looked at him. "Your turn to fuck me now," I said as my hand pulled gently on his cock enticing him to rol