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Bitter Lemons - Part 1

I originally wrote this story as a one-off called 'One woman's fantasy fulfilled'. It can be found in its original form here - https://xhamster.com/stories/one-womans-fantasy-fulfilled-634911

Now, in response to requests, I've written a Part 2. To aid the story flow I've made some changes to the original story and corrected a number of typos and grammatical errors. This story, Bitter Lemons - Part 1, is the amended version of the original story. Part 2 will be posted in the next few days. Part 3 is still in my head.

The story is long as I like to develop scenarios and characters. It contains no u******e or i****t. It does contain straight sex, lesbianism, mild BDSM, anal, passion and a little love.

I'm English so the story contains English spellings and grammar.

If you like my work, please comment and say so. A lot of time and effort has gone into it and we all appreciate a little encouragement. Equally, if you don't like it please say why - I want to learn and improve.

This is all my own work and copyright remains with me.

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Back in the early nineties, myself, Taff and Ben were British soldiers based at the Episkopi Sovereign Base Area on Cyprus. We were fit, tanned and could pretty much take our pick of any of the holidaying girls on the Limassol Strip, the notorious area of nightclubs, bars and hotels on the eastern side of the coastal town. Whilst Ben prefered English girls, Taff and I were into the Scandinavians who seemed to love Cyprus. For the first six months of our two year posting, most weekends I would end up in bed with some blonde, blue eyed Swede or Norwegian, who's name I would have forgotten by Monday.

Life was great, the sex was great, but somehow it lacked any form of challenge. The girls were there to have a good time, were usually drunk and could have been fucked by any half-decent looking bloke sober enough to get his cock up. I hadn't really given it much thought until a Wednesday night in the NAAFI bar.

"What do you fancy Saturday night?", asked Ben to Taff and I.

"Dunno", said Taff stroking his moustache, "There's a Gozzome party for that clerk from the pay office, can't remember her name, short hair, big tits. I think it's at that taverna out by Avdimou Jetty".

"Sod that", I said, "Another bloody Mezé and boring farewell speeches and Avdimou is miles away. Anything on at Akrotiri?".

"Nah", said Taff, "Just the NAAFI bop. Fat WAAFs and drunk, gobby Rock Apes".

We sat looking at our beers.

"The Strip it is then", said Ben.

Taff let out a sigh.

"What's the matter?", I asked.

"I dunno, seems to have lost it's magic".

"You get a fuck though don't you?", argued Ben.

"Yeah but..., I dunno, it's all got a bit..., well..., predictable. Taxi to the Strip, have few beers, hit a club, chat up some pissed bird, fuck her on the beach or in her cheap hotel room, taxi back in the early hours. How many of those fucks would you describe as memorable? One in ten? How many names can you remember? How many even told you their names?".

I took another mouthful of beer. Taff had identified something that had been nagging at me. The word he'd used - predictable, had summed things up well. We were stuck in a routine. I looked at them both, "Either of you two ever had a mature fuck?"

"Fuck off", said Ben, "Fuck some granny with false teeth, tits down to her knees and a moustache?".

"No you div", I replied laughing, "There are plenty of hot women in their forties and fifties that are probably a far better fuck than some pissed eighteen year old chav from Southend".

"Oh aye, and you talking from experience are you superstud?", said Taff.

I grinned and took another drink.

"Fuck off", said Ben, "You ain't telling us you fucked a Milf".

"Remember about eighteen months ago, I was drafted onto that training team at short notice to replace that bloke who crashed his car on the M4?". They both leaned forwards. "Well the team went to run a two week course at HQ Wales in Brecon. I gets there on the Monday morning and there's been some sort of fuck up; no accommodation in the barracks. So they sends me round to the Paymaster's office, who hands me twelve nights subsistence allowance in cash, about five-hundred quid, and tells me to go and find a B&B. Well there's some sort of literary festival on in Hay-on-Wye, just down the road. Everywhere is chock-a-block. I wander round for ages but every B&B has a 'no vacancies' sign up. I end up going into shops and asking. So I goes into this bakery shop and the old biddy behind the counter says her daughter-in-law might be able to help. She rings her up and the daughter-in-law's a bit reluctant but agreed when she heard I was Army, 'cos her son is away in the Navy and his bedroom is empty. So we agree on twenty-five quid a night for bed, breakfast and an evening meal. I'm happy as Larry 'cos it's going to cost me three-hundred and I've been given five-hundred".

"Turns out to be a farmhouse about two miles outside of town. I drove up there and was expecting a jolly, round, red faced farmer's wife in her fifties, but the door was opened by this stunning blonde called Rose, who I later found out was forty-four".

"And you're gonna tell us you fucked her?, asked Ben laughing.

"Shut the fuck up Ben", interrupted Taff, "You carry on boy".

"Well, her lad's away in the Navy, subs I think, and her old man is a truck driver working for a compressor company in Cardiff. He's away for ten days at a time delivering compressors all over Europe. I didn't think much about it really; he was there when I got there but disappeared on one of his trips on the Wednesday. I'm working all day and just see her at meal times. She'd given me a front door key so I could just come and go. So on the Tuesday of the second week, after setting up for that day's lessons, about ten o'clock in the morning the Captain told me I wouldn't be needed again until four o'clock, so I could slope off if I wanted. The town looked pretty boring so I thought I'd head back to the digs and catch some z's. I let myself in and headed for the kitchen. Rose had told me that the kitchen was open house and I could help myself to food and drink any time I wanted. I could hear music from somewhere in the house but couldn't see Rose, so I put the kettle on and was rummaging in the fridge for the makings for a sandwich".

"Behind me I hear Rose's voice say "Oh hi Liam, I wasn't expecting to see you". So I turn round and she's standing there, hands on hips, stark bollock naked".

"Bollocks", said Ben.

"Straight up, fuck she was gorgeous, slim, perfect tits, hardly any droop, not too big but a nice handful, shaved pussy and an all over tan. I just stood there like a twat with my mouth open. She laughed, apologised if she was embarrassing me and said she'd have a cup of tea if I was making one".

"Turns out that she enjoys walking round naked and sunbathes naked when it's sunny, which being Wales is probably one day a year".

Ben laughed and Taff said "Fuck off".

"She starts telling me how invigorating it is to spend time naked and stuff and that I ought to try it. I laugh but she just sits down at the kitchen table and stares at me. "What..., now?", I says. "Go on, I dare you", she says. So I thought, "Fuck it", and stripped off.

"Let's make that tea and go through to the lounge", she says. So we do, where there's some instrumental saxaphone CD playing on the hi-fi. We both sit there for fifteen or twenty minutes, stark bollock naked, chatting about nothing in particular. Then she grabs my hand and says, "Dance with me Liam"."

"So up I gets up and we start a slow dance. Of course, within thirty seconds I've got a raging boner which is pressing into her stomach. She ignores it and we carry on dancing. When the track comes to its end, she steps back and looks down. "Well", she says, "That looks interesting". Without another word she gets on her knees and starts sucking my cock. I couldn't believe what was happening. After a couple of minutes we go upstairs to her bedroom and start fucking. I'd not had my end away for about a month so went at it like a rabbit. When I'd finished, I slumped off to one side and laid there.

"After a bit she pipes up, "How many girls have you fucked Liam?".

"I dunno", I says, "Maybe five or six".

"And many did you make passionate love to?", she asks."

"I don't follow", says I."

"She goes on, "Liam you just fucked me, with as much tenderness and understanding of my needs as a dog fucking a bitch. There's a lot more to sex than fucking and shooting your load. Let's go and take a shower, then I'll show you what I mean".

"So after the shower, we go back in the bedroom and she asks me if I've ever gone down on a girl. When I said that I had, she said, "Well I'm going to show you how to do it properly". And she did. For the next hour she taught me every move and how to interpret what a woman says and does. By the end, I could take her to the brink and back off, then back to the brink again. It was like playing a musical instrument. It was like clinging onto a wild horse when she came. For the rest of my stay I never slept in my own bed again. We tried everything, including anal and I learned how to pleasure a woman rather than fuck her".

"Come on then Casanova, teach us all your secrets", said Ben.

So over the next hour I told them everything I could remember. For instance, to use the back of the tongue on a woman's clit as it is smoother than the front. That a clit goes hyper sensitive during orgasm and continued licking can actually distract her from her orgasm and so shorten it. "So what do you do?", asked Taff.

"When you feel her start to come, stop what you are doing. Just put pressure on her clit with your tongue and let her ride it out. I had a German lass in Hannover before Christmas who came for at least half a minute and then passed out. All I did was stop and hold her clit between my lips".

We talked over the next few beers until they knew as much as me. "Can't wait to try some of this out", said Ben.

"Well, she was way out there as the best fuck I've ever had", I said.

"Yeah, but maybe she was the exception. My Mam's forty-eight and fucking ugly, there's no way I could fuck someone that old", said Ben.

"So you're telling me you wouldn't fuck Geena Davis, Sally Field, Jacqueline Bisset or Jane Seymour? They're all in their forties and fifties", I said.

"Yeah, but they don't go on package holidays to Cyprus", said Taff.

"No but plenty of women that age do, we just need to find out where they go. They're not going to use the bars and nightclubs where we usually go. If you're up for it, I'll see what I can find out".

"Go on then", said Ben, "I'm game for a laugh".

In Cyprus, the British Army worked what was known as 'Tropical Hours' - all day Monday, then 7am to 1.30pm with no break for the rest of the week. So on Friday, by 2pm I was climbing into my car dressed in polo shirt, smart shorts and sandals and heading for Limassol. I wandered in and out of various hotels and bars, making the occasional mental note, but finding nothing of great significance. By six o'clock I decided to head back to camp and was driving along the seafront. As I passed the large Churchill Hotel, I noticed a coach at the front disgorging suitcases and middle aged tourists, looking like they had just come from the airport.

I found somewhere to park and walked back to the hotel entrance. The main doors were open and I could see a concierge standing at a sort of lecturn just inside. If this was the right place I didn't want to screw things up and get thrown out, so I walked up to him.

Putting on my BBC English accent I asked, "Excuse me, I'm not a guest here but would it be okay to have a drink in one of your bars?".

After looking me up and down he replied, "Of course sir, there's the pool bar which is open until 9pm, the Terrace Bar which is open until 2am and the Piano Bar which is open until 4am. Shorts are allowed anytime in the first two but in the Piano Bar it's 'Planters' after 7pm".

"Planters?", I asked.

"Shoes, long trousers, long sleeved shirt and a tie".

"Oh, right, well the Terrace Bar sounds fine". I followed his directions and found myself in a light airy room with a pleasant terrace overlooking the Mediterranean. I ordered a Gin & Tonic and looked around. There were a few younger people and families, but most of the clientelle were middle aged or older. Over the next hour the bar got busier as people returned from days out or came in for pre-dinner drinks. Some of the men were in 'Planters' so I guess they were catching the last rays of sunshine before heading to the Piano Bar.

That night, back on camp, the three of us concocted a plan. After much discussion, we dismissed the idea of trying to find a group of three women. Based on our experiences with younger girls, there was always one in any group who was not up for it. We also decided not to try and find three lone women as it was very unlikely we would find three willing participants in one bar. Instead, we would focus on one woman - who could possibly resist three fit soldiers?

Having perused our wardrobes we realised that none of us had the right sort of clothes, so on Saturday morning we drove into town and kitted ourselves out with a selection of chinos, long sleeved shirts and ties. I dug out my late father's Patek Philippe Calatrava gold watch which I had only worn once since his death. Taff shaved off his moustache and Ben bought a dozen condoms, massage oil and lube ("Just in case she's a dried up old hag"), and a 'man-bag' to carry it in. We also agreed that it might increase our chances if we became Army officers, rather than Corporals.

Seven thirty in the evening on Saturday saw us leaving the barrack block wearing 'planters' and piling into Ben's car accompanied by assorted whistles and cat calls from the lads leaning out of the barrack windows - "Fucking hell, it's a bunch of Mormons" and "Which gay bar you off to girls?".

Taff slunk low in his seat, "Fucking hell, this better work".

As we drove out the camp entrance Mick Dunstall, who was stagging on as gate guard, gave us a double take then a thumbs up and a big grin. "What's he grinning at?", asked Ben.

"He saw me trying on different ties this afternoon", I said. "He said I'd either got religion or was off on a grab-a-granny night, and he couldn't see me getting religion".

At the hotel we found a parking slot and walked towards the entrance. In the lead was Ben with his man-bag. "Fucking hell", said Taff, "It definitely looks like we're heading to a gay bar". As we entered, a different concierge nodded to us and said, "Good evening".

The Piano Bar looked fairly quiet so we went to the Terrace Bar, ordered drinks including a tonic water for driver Ben and found a table in the corner of the terrace. It was fairly busy, mostly with couples and small groups. Across the room was a large group of couples, probably celebrating a birthday, who soon after our arrival were called through to the dining room. Near the terrace railing was a f(a)mily group with three k(i)ds, one of which was a beautiful blonde girl aged around thirteen. "She's going to break a few hearts when she's older", observed Taff quietly.

There were a couple of lone women, but none under sixty and certainly none that were fuckable. After an hour, Ben ran his hand over his face and muttered, "What the fuck are we doing here?".

"Give it time mate, a lot of people will be having dinner. We'll check out the Piano Bar in a while".

Suddenly, Taff said behind his hand, "Don't look now, but just walked in, brunette, French plait, long pale yellow dress".

Ben couldn't resist turning, "Oh yes! Things are looking up. Mid-forties, nice figure, decent tits, ahh shit.. wedding ring. Probably waiting for her husband before they go in to dinner". We casually watched as walked across the terrace to an empty table. As she spoke to the waiter she hunted in her bag for her room key-card.

"Doesn't know her room number", I said, "New arrival".

A few minutes later the waiter placed some sort of cocktail on her table.

"Only ordered a single drink so maybe on her own", said Ben.

We kept a discreet eye on her and watched other people come and go but no-one compared to her. After ordering a second drink she got a paperback book out of her bag and started reading. "That's interesting", said Taff, "No-one takes a book on a date".

We chatted over a couple more drinks, then heard a pianist start up in the Piano Bar. A couple of people left, then our brunette put her book away, picked up her drink and walked out. We were desperate to follow, but resisted as we didn't want look obvious. "Perhaps she's gone to bed", said Taff.

"No", I answered, "It's only nine-thirty and she took her drink with her".

Fifteen minutes later we finished our drinks and walked across the tiled foyer towards the sound of the piano. The Concierge was stood casually by the door, obviously vetting those wishing to enter. "Good evening gentlemen, are you guests here?".

"No", said Ben.

"No problem, the bar takes cash or you can open a bar tab by swiping your credit card with the barman, have a pleasant evening".

We thanked him as he held open the door. Inside it was plush and carpeted with the air conditioning set just right. It was much busier than the other bar so it took us a while to spot her. "Far side, by the big pot plant, back to the bar, small table on her own", said Taff.

Looking around there were no empty tables but there were four bar stools around a high table. While the lads grabbed them, I went to the bar, ordered two brandy sours plus an orange juice for Ben and offered my credit card. "Would you like to open a tab sir?", asked the barman.

"Yes please".

After swiping the card he wrote '27' on a small card bearing the hotel crest and handed it to me. "Just show the card to any of the waiters or bar staff sir. When you leave we'll process the total payment, or you can cancel it and pay cash, whichever you prefer".

Our plan was to let her settle in before making any approach, to give her a chance to have more alcohol, but after fifteen minutes Ben said, "When we came in, there were three empty chairs at her table, now there's ony one. People have been asking if they can take one. If you don't go now, there'll be no chair".

"Here goes", I said.

I picked up my drink, asked if my tie was straight, and walked over.

"Hello", I said.

She looked up from her book, "Hello?".

I sat in the final vacant chair, "Look, this is going to sound really corny, I mean really, really corny, but my friends and I sometimes play a little game amongst ourselves..., and you've gone and ruined it".

"I have? How? I've just been sitting here".

"Ah, well this is the corny bit. We each look around the room and nominate who we think is the sexiest woman. Then we take a vote, and the winner has to go and buy the lady a drink. Doesn't matter if she is on her own, in a group or with her husband, the winner has to go and buy her a drink. It can lead to some interesting conversations with husbands".

She laughed, "But how have I ruined your game?".

"Well tonight I had first pick, and I picked you".

Looking around she asked, "So who did the other two pick?".

"How did you know there's three of us?".

"I saw you in the other bar. Your friend with the ginger hair wasn't being very subtle".

"Yeah, the problem is he was trying his best, he's usually worse than that".

Smiling, she asked, "So is it Army or RAF officers?".

"Pardon?".

"Three of you, roughly the same age, all with short hair, smartly dressed, all with long established sun tans so you're not here on holiday".

"Army", I said, "But how did you guess officers"?.

"I can't see a hotel like this being a squaddie haunt, and you're wearing a genuine ten-thousand pound watch".

I looked at my watch, "That was well spotted".

"I'm in the business, or was. Anyway, you haven't answered my question, who did they pick?".

"Ah, well that's the problem, they said it wasn't worth bothering as I was guaranteed to win. So you ruined the game".

"Oh good grief", she chuckled, "You're right, it is corny".

"I told you. So if your husband won't mind, I owe you a drink".

"My husband?, she asked.

I pointed to her wedding ring.

"No, he died last year. I just haven't brought myself to take it off yet. It seems a big step".

"I'm sorry", I said.

"Don't be. I loved him but it turned out he was a bit of a shit, well a big shit really. We owned a small chain of high-end jewellery shops, Windsor, Bath, Bristol, Oxford and Henley. After he had his heart attack I found out that he'd been taking out loans against the business to fund a secret gambling habit. It's taken me since then to sort things out. I've just sold the chain which covered the loans and thought I deserved a week in the sun. So what's that you're drinking?".

"Brandy sour", I replied.

"I've heard of it but never tried one".

"I'll fetch you one". Without waiting for a reply I rose and went to the bar where I ordered two brandy sours and a large vodka. If she'd not had a brandy sour before, she wouldn't spot the vodka. When the barman's back was turned, I took a sip out of her sour and topped it up with the vodka, then hid the vodka glass out of the barman's sight behind a cocktail menu.

Sitting back down, I offered my hand, "Liam", I said.

Shaking it, she replied, "Charlotte, but everyone calls me Charlie. So what regiment are you?".

"Taff is Medical Corps, Ben's Ordnance Corps and I'm on a two year exchange from the Glosters".

"A very famous regiment, 'The Glorious Glosters', Hill 327 Korea". She saw me raise my eyebrows. "My father was very keen on military history, I was dragged around many battlefields as a c***d."

I watched as she took a sip of her brandy sour. Her hair was very well groomed, in a neat French plait and a fringe above her brown eyes. Her dress revealed a tantalising glimpse of her freckled breasts. "Wow, it's nice but quite strong", she said, "What's in it?".

"Bitters, Cypriot brandy, lemon squash and soda water, though the recipe often varies".

"I'll have to try making it at home".

"It won't taste the same. Cypriot brandy isn't as strongly flavoured as French and you can't get the special lemons for the lemonade".

"Special lemons?".

"Bitter lemons, that's why Durrell called his book about his time on Cyprus 'Bitter Lemons', the book you're reading", I said pointing at her book.

She picked up the book, "Oh, I've only just started it, my s(i)ster gave it to me. So why aren't you three living it up in the officer's mess, instead of a staid piano bar?".

"Have you ever been in an officer's mess? Saturday nights it's full of Majors and their wives talking about either work or Felicity's ballet lessons".

"So why not a club or lively bar?".

"Mainly because that's where the squaddies go. The CO frowns upon mixed rank socialising, plus soldiers with a belly full of beer sometimes decide to have a pop at an officer. It's best to avoid things and so we use hotel bars. How about you, don't you fancy strutting your stuff on a dance floor?".

"Actually this is the first time I've been out for a drink for at least a year, though I'm not sure if riding down from my room in the lift can be classed as going out. Originally, my friend Nina was going to come with me, but her mother was in a car crash. She's going to be OK, but she's pretty banged up".

"Do you have k(i)ds?", I asked.

"Twins, both at university, Adam and Jessica, they were my biggest worry when things all went wrong. But selling the business allowed me to pay off the loans. Luckily we owned the freeholds on all the shops plus the offices and warehouse, so the new owners pay rent which provides an income. And we'd already paid off the mortgage on the house so my outgoings aren't too bad".

As Charlie drained her glass I asked, "Another?".

"I'm not sure, that was quite strong, maybe one more, let me get it".

"Sorry, I was brought up that ladies don't buy drinks. You can call me sexist if you want". Standing, I took our glasses to the bar, put them on a tray of empties that a waiter had left on the bar and repeated the drinks order. This time I could leave the empty vodka glass with the other empties on the tray.

"Thank you", said Charlie as I handed her the drink. Her face looked a little flushed.

"So what are your plans now that you've sorted things out?", I asked.

"Nothing really, enjoy my holiday and go home".

"But your k(i)ds are safely at university, you've got no debts, your house is paid for, you've got a steady income, you can do anything you want. Travel the world, breed goats, join a circus, learn to play the banjo". As Charlie laughed, louder and more giggly than before, I continued, "You can make your dreams come true". I leaned forwards, "Fulfill any fantasy you want".

She took a large swig of her drink, "Fantasy?".

We were getting to the crunch point. "Yes, fantasy. Everyone has fantasies. Fantasies about being someone else, fantasies about being a rock singer..., sexual fantasies. I'm sure you occasionally imagine a different life, or maybe doing something you've never done before. Why not start now? Do something daring. Be a bad girl, be a very bad girl. No-one here knows you. What happens here stays here. You can go back to England and nothing's changed, no-one will know, only you". I put my hand on her arm, "This could be your only chance to turn a fantasy into a reality, a night where you'll be treated like a goddess, your every desire fulfilled". I thought I might be over doing it, but her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open.

"You mean...", she glanced from me across to the lads and back, "The three of you...?".

I leaned closer until I was inches from her ear, "Three fit, clean, healthy young men, with hard cocks who want you.., want you now, will give you more orgasms than you can imagine, with no baggage or repercussions. In the morning we'll be gone and you'll never see us again".

"I..., I..., don't know, I couldn't", she stuttered putting her hand to her mouth before taking another large hit on her drink. Giggling she added, "You're awful..., what would people say".

Staying close, I continued, "No one will say anything, only the four of us will ever know". I could see she was almost hooked. I picked up her hand, "When was the last time these beautiful fingers were wrapped around a young, fat cock? When was the last time those sexy lips slipped over the head of a hard, straining 7" cock or you clamped your pussy muscles around one?".

Now she was definitely flushed and seemed to be breathing harder. I continued, "If you want to fulfill that fantasy, with no strings, just say "Yes", if you want that fantasy to stay unfulfilled, say "No" - We'll leave and you'll never see us again".

For a full minute she stared at her drink, then her lips moved as she reached for it. Her fingers seemed to be shaking. "Pardon?", I asked.

Looking at me, she said in a quiet, husky voice, "Yes, but we need to go now, before I change my mind".

"What's your room number?".

"Four-one-six".

I took the barman's card and a pen from my pocket and wrote 'Pls pay bar bill. Rm 416, 15 mins'.

After draining our glasses, I took her arm and helped her up. She was initially slightly unsteady, but far from d(r)unk. As we walked past Taff and Ben, I slipped the card to Ben. I had hoped to grab a kiss in the lift, but we rode with two elderly couples. Inside the room it was quite chilly as she'd left the air conditioning running. I pinned her against the door, kissed her deeply, reaching round and gripping her ass at the same time. Still kissing we stumbled across to the bed and fell on it. "I can't believe I'm doing this", she panted, "I need a glass of water".

I stood and fetched her a glass. As I handed it to her, her hand was definitely shaking. "There's nothing to worry about", I said, "We're clean and healthy and won't do anything you don't want us to do. If you want us to stop, just say 'stop', that's your safety word, and we're happy to wear condoms if that's what you want".

She took a sip of water, looked me in the eye and seemed to be thinking hard, "No..., there are no condoms in my fantasy, so no..., no condoms". She hesitated, "In my fantasy...", she paused again, "in my fantasy..., there's come in my pussy, in my mouth, in my hair, all over me...., God I sound like slut".

"Anything you want us to do, we'll do, except anything to each other. We're not gay".

She nodded, "Where are the others?".

"They'll be up in a moment", I replied.

"I'm just going to freshen up", she said, turning to the bathroom.

Walking across to the large TV, I turned it on and picked up the remote. It took me a few minutes, but eventually I found a satellite classical music channel. Next I rolled the bedcovers to the foot of the king sized bed and turned out all the lights apart from one bedside table lamp. Finally, I opened the sliding door to the balcony and turned off the air conditioning.

A minute later, Charlie emerged from the bathroom, brushing down her dress. Taking her hand and led her onto the balcony.

"Oh it's beautiful, and so warm, it was cold and raining when I left Gatwick this afternoon", she said. Close to the horizon, off to the west, the sky was a red glow from the remnants of the setting sun, making the sea look like it was on fire. Further to the right, the lights of Limassol seafront stretched away towards the old port. Standing behind her, I held her hips and kissed the back of her neck which made her stretch and give a little moan, "Mmmm...". I edged my kisses round to her right ear which I bit gently, at the same time sliding my hands round to cup her breasts, "Ohhh...".

We were interrupted by a knock at the door. "You seem to have visitors", I whispered, running my tongue across her ear lobe, making her shiver. We walked back inside and I let them in. "Gentlemen", I said standing behind Charlie with my hands on her shoulders, "This is Charlie, and tonight we are going to treat her like a goddess. She is going to fulfill her fantasy".

Ben stepped forwards, took her hand and kissed it, "Ben", he said with a smile, then turned towards the bedside table.

Taff did the same but then kissed her on the lips. Her arms went around him and she pulled him towards her and opened her mouth. Looking across at Ben, I saw he was unpacking his man bag. A large bottle of baby oil, Durex lube, a silk scarf and some lengths of wide, purple velvet ribbon; he'd obviously gone back into town this afternoon. Then he took out a box of condoms, waved them at me and raised his eyebrows. When I shook my head he broke into a wide grin and put them away. I walked over, took the bottle of baby oil and went into the bathroom. After running the hot tap, I put the plug in the sink, half filled it and put the bottle of oil in to warm up.

Returning to the bedroom, Ben was stood behind Charlie whispering something in her ear while she undid Taff's tie. After she gave a small nod and smile, Ben placed the rolled scarf across her eyes, tied the ends behind her head, then took her hands from Taff and put them down at her sides. In silence, Taff reached forwards to the top button on the front of her dress and undid it. She gave a start as she felt his fingers. Slowly, he worked his way down, undoing one button at a time. Once he'd undone three or four, Ben eased the dress clear of her shoulders and kissed the base of her neck, then across her right shoulder.

I watched as Taff undid the final button and her dress dropped to the floor. She was wearing a white lace bra and panties. Her tummy had a little excess fat, but other than that she looked stunning. Taff lifted each foot in turn and removed her sandals, whilst Ben nibbled her ear and caressed her ass. Bringing his hands back up, Ben unclipped her bra and eased it off her shoulders. Considering she'd had two k(i)ds, her tits were were not oversized or saggy, but quite firm and the size of large oranges.

I heard Ben whisper, "Stand still", as he stepped away from her and walked round next to Taff at the front. They both stood looking at her with silly grins, then Ben gave me a thumbs up. Nobody moved or said a word. Charlie was turning her head, straining to pick up any sound of movement. Silently, Taff reached out and flicked one of her nipples.

"Naaah!", cried Charlie, moving her hands up.

"Hands down!", said Ben.

Hesitatingly, she moved her hands back to her sides. Taff flicked her other nipple.

"Naaah!", she said again bending slightly at the waist but keeping her hands down.

Quietly I moved behind her. Ben ran a finger across her lips causing her tongue to slip out and lick it. Then he slowly traced a line down across her chin, neck, cleavage, tummy to the top of her panties. She quivered and moaned, "Nnnnn...".

Following Ben's cue, I hooked my fingers into the back of her panties. Gently we eased then down, Charlie opening her legs slightly to help us. As they dropped to her ankles I saw the small tattoo of a hummingbird on left ass cheek. Putting my tongue between her buttocks I licked up the length of her crack to the small of her back, then up to her neck, "Oh God.....", she groaned.

Taff and Ben moved to her sides and took her hands, guiding her to the bed and laying her on her back, her head on a pillow. Maintaining the silence, Ben passed a velvet ribbon to Taff, and together they tied her wrists to the bed head.

I went into the bathroom and returned with the baby oil. Charlie jumped as she felt the warm oil drizzle onto her tummy. Slowly I dribbled it upwards and across her breasts. "Mmmmm....", was her only response. Then, at the foot of the bed, I dribbled it onto her right ankle and slowly zig zagged the line of oil up her leg stopping at the top of her thigh. I repeated the process up her left leg, then pushed her legs slightly apart. Through the soft brown hair covering her pussy, I could see her lips glistening and a line of creamy fluid running down towards her ass. God, she was horny! I watched as lines of baby oil crept slowly down the sides of her thighs towards the bed. Finally, I held the bottle above her pussy and dribbled oil onto her curls and pussy lips. Immediately, she sucked in air and lifted her ass off the bed.

Waving Taff around to the foot of the bed, I squirted oil onto his hands, then onto mine, then passed the bottle to Ben. I pointed at Charlies ankles, then at the same time as Taff I ran my finger tips up her calf and back to her ankle. Next time we went up to the top of her leg and back. "Mmmmm...., that feels nice", she murmered. Now we slid our palms up and down, stopping just short of her curls. At the same time, Ben stripped off his tie and shirt, climbed onto the bed, and started rubbing the oil into her upper arms and shoulders. Taff followed his lead but stripped down to his boxers, then also climbed onto the bed. Using just one finger, he traced around and around her right breast, watching in fascination as her nipple stiffened and stood proud.

I placed an oily hand on each ankle, sliding them up and down in unison, each time edging closer to her pussy. Looking up, I watched Ben run the tip of his tongue across her lips, her reaction was raise her head in an effort to reach his lips but he backed away. He repeated this three or four times, teasing her. Eventually, he thrust his tongue into her mouth making her squirm, before climbing off the bed and shedding his clothes but keeping his boxers on. Coming back to the bed, he ran his hands up from her bush to her left breast. With a hand either side, his oiled hands squeezed and slid up to the nipple. Taking it between finger on thumb, he squeezed hard. "Oh Jesus...!", she cried and kicked her legs.

Now it was my turn to strip. Having removed most of my clothes, I realised why the other two had stopped at their boxers. We had occasionally caught sight of each others cocks, accidentally in the showers or dimly whilst fucking on the beach at night, but this would be deliberate, seeing each others erect cocks. Exchanging glances with the others, I took a deep breath and pulled down my y-fronts to let my cock spring free. Ben and Taff looked at each other, grinned and tugged down their boxers. Surprisingly, we were all pretty much the same; six to seven inches. Taff was the only one circumcised and Ben was shaven.

Without touching her body, Taff leaned forwards and licked across her nipple, then stopped. Seconds later, Ben did the same to her other nipple. They repeated this two or three times, each time her nipples seemed to grow longer and harder. Apart from wriggling and kicking her legs, there was little that Charlie could do. In fact, she was kicking her legs so much there was a danger of me being kicked in the face, so I moved around to the side of her legs.

We sat back on our heels and watched as Charlie twisted her body in an effort to find our next touch. "Where are you?", she panted, "Come back".

Taff pointed to the nipple in front of him, then to his mouth. With Ben nodding, they both bent and sucked a nipple between their lips. "Ohh..., nnnnn...," said Charlie as she tried to raise her back off the bed, "Oh God yes..., nnnn..., Oh God...".

Charlies knees were raised, her legs open wide and hips thrusting upwards rythmically, as if she was trying to fuck an invisible man. Her clit was protruding from it's hood and her lips were a deep pink, engorged with heat and passion. I watched transfixed as her inner pussy contracted and released every five seconds or so. With each contraction, more liquid oozed out of her cunt to glide down and add to the wet patch on the bedsheet. She was moaning almost constantly and rocking her head from side to side.

I was glad to see the lads were now varying their technique, switching from nipple to neck, and neck to mouth. Taff was squeezing her right breast tight and sucking hard on the nipple. Ben gripped her other breast as he locked his mouth on hers. Her head came off the bed to join him in a fiery French kiss.

Leaning forwards, I ran my fingertips up the inside of her thighs to the edge of her pussy lips, then up around her clit to her curls. I repeated it, over and over, never once actually touching her cunt or clit.

Suddenly, Charlie broke her kiss with Ben, "Oh fuck..., oh what...?, what the fuck...?, oh Jesus fucking Christ..., oh yes..., oh fuck yes..., oh my God...!". Her whole body began to shake and tremble as she emmitted a long "Nnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaa...".

She shook for ten to fifteen seconds, then slumped, breathing heavily. The three of us laughed silently and high-fived.

"Oh my God..., that was..., just..., I've never..., not like that...", she panted. "Never..., not without my pussy being touched..., I didn't believe..., you guys are fucking amazing".

At some point, her French pleat had come undone leaving her hair across her face. "Would you like a drink?", asked Ben.

"Yes please", she replied, slowly regaining her composure and brushing back her hair, "With some ice would be nice". Ben climbed off the bed, put his trousers and shirt on and left the room with the ice bucket in search of an ice machine.

"Are you okay Charlie?", I asked.

"Oh God yes, but my arms are going a bit stiff". Taff and I released the ribbons allowing her to drop her arms. "I'll keep the blindfold on for now, it was quite fun guessing which one of you was doing what. Now, can one of you pass me the phone and dial room service please?".

"Hello?", she said into the handset, "This is Charlotte Miller in room four-one-six, could you send up a bottle of champagne and four glasses please, thank you".

Passing the phone back, she asked, "Now then, is Liam here?".

"Yes, I'm here", I said.

"Did you spike my drinks?", she asked.

"Er..., I might have spiced them up a little".

"Thought so, I'm not normally woozy after four drinks", she said, but added nothing more.

Once Ben had returned, we gave Charlie a drink of iced water and she laid back down, her body glistening with a mixture of oil and sweat. "My mind is racing, wondering what you boys have planned next", she said.

We actually had no idea. We'd talked through the pick-up, but had no plan for the bedroom events. I noticed that Ben was unbuttoning his shirt so I whispered to him about the champagne. He nodded and re-buttoned his shirt. Meanwhile, Taff took two ice cubes, gripped them in his fist and approached the bed. In silence, he held his fist over Charlie's stomach. I watched as a drip of iced water fell into her belly button. "Aaaagh...", she screamed and laughed, trying to cover her stomach with her hands. Taff moved up to her left breast. Again a drip fell, right onto her nipple. "Aaaagh...", she repeated, both hands flying up to cover her breasts. Taff went back to her tummy, then to her legs, then to her right breast. Charlie was squeeling and laughing as she tried to anticipate and stop the drips. "You fucking bastards", she eventually cried.

I took a cube from the ice bucket bucket, kissed her on the lips, then dragged the ice cube across them. After her tongue came out and licked the cube, I kissed her again. Her lips were now ice cold. Her tongue fought with mine as she seemed to purr quietly.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. Taff and I backed away; we didn't want the porter to hear Charlie's moaning. Ben opened it and we could hear a muffled conversation. It sounded like the porter wanted to push the trolley into the room. Finally the door closed and Ben reappeared with a silver ice bucket containing the champagne and four tall glasses.

After Ben stripped off, he and Taff took fresh ice cubes and held one on each nipple. "Naaah...", jumped Charlie, "I fucking hate you all". We all laughed, which made her laugh. Her nipples looked bigger than ever so Taff wasted no time in sucking on one. As Ben sat back on his heels, Charlie grabbed his thigh with her left hand and squirmed. Watching, I could see her hand move up his thigh, searching. Finally, she found her target, wrapped her fingers around his cock and started stroking it. "Mmmm..., that feels hot and hard", she said.

Climbing on from the bottom of the bed, I pushed her legs apart. "No..., no..., no ice down there, please..., I'm begging you, I can't take any more..., not there!". Remembering that her safety word was 'Stop', I let a single iced droplet fall onto her clit. "Arghhhh..., fuck, fuck, fuck", she shouted, laughing at the same time. She tried to close her legs but I easily held them open. Taking the ice cube, I ran it up her pussy lips and held it against her clit. She arched her back and kicked her legs, "Oh you're fucking dead, who is it..., who is it...?".

Reaching up, she ripped off the blindfold, "Liam!, I thought you were so nice, now I'm going to have to fucking kill you", she shouted loudly, sitting up, then covering her face with her hands and laughing hysterically. "Please..., I'm begging..., no more ice, please".

"Okay", I said, "No more ice". Charlie flopped back onto the pillow breathing heavily. Instead I lightly brushed my fingertips along her outer lips. It still made her jump. Leaning forwards, I began to kiss and lick upwards from the inside of her left knee, stopping near her pussy and starting again from the right knee. "Mmmm..., that feels nicer", she said.

I kissed across her mound and down towards her clit but went past it to her lips. Delicately, I flicked across her lips with the tip of my tongue. Involuntarily, her legs widened, opening her lips slightly. Pushing her legs higher, I probed the area below her lips, close to her anus, then worked my way back up, kissing and licking as I went. With my fingers I pulled her lips open to reveal her inner lips. Breathing in her sweet aroma, my tongue delved deeper until it found her hole. "Nnnn..., nnnnnnn....., oh fuck...", she moaned. Steadily, I began to fuck her with my tongue, trying to sychronise myself with her moans.

Although I was thoroughly enjoying myself, Charlie's moans sounded muffled, so I raised my head. Charlie's head was over to her left where she was sucking enthusiastically on the head of Ben's cock. Ben himself grinned as he held her head and pushed a good five inches of his cock into her mouth. Surprisingly, she didn't flinch and took it with ease. Over to the left, Taff was indicating that he wanted to swop places with me. As we passed each other I whispered, "I've not touched her clit yet". Taff nodded.

While Taff settled between her legs, I helped myself to some water. The warm air coming in from the balcony had raised the temperature so I flicked the air conditioning onto a low setting. On the bed, Charlie was grinding her pussy against Taff's mouth and tongue while her head bobbed up and down on Ben. I could see strands of hair stuck to her face. With the intention of sucking her tits, I climbed onto the bed on Charlies right. However, she sensed the movement on the bed, so released Ben and looked over at me. Her right hand grabbed my balls which she pulled towards her.

I had no choice but to shuffle closer, and watch as she dipped her head onto my cock. Suddenly, it was enveloped by warm, slippery softness. Oh God, it felt amazing! After a short while, she held my cock steady in her mouth and worked my head with her tongue. Watching her was pushing me to the edge so I glanced down at Taff to distract myself. It was hard to see exactly what he was doing, but he appeared to be sucking her clit and fucking her with his fingers.

Charlie was making gutteral moans that were increasing in volume and intensity. Taff must have sensed this as he backed off and started kissing her thighs. "Nooo...", she cried releasing my cock, "I was nearly there!".

Taff laughed and gestured to Ben that they should swop places, to which Ben shook his head. As Charlie was now moving back to Ben's cock, I swopped places with Taff. Laying between Charlies kegs I could see her sucking Ben's cock with her hand around Taff's.

Looking at her clit, it sticking out a good half inch from under its hood. Her pussy lips were red, glistening and swollen with more if her fluid stretching down to her asshole. Teasingly, I stroked across her lips with the back of my fingers, then replaced my fingers with the tip of my tongue. Charlie gave a little shudder and crossed her ankles behind my back.

Gently I licked around her clit but was careful to avoid touching it, then licked downwards to her cunt where I lapped up her oozing nectar. On the television I heard Pachelbel's Canon start to play so began to lick from her cunt to clit and back in time with the ground base. Then, to give my tongue and neck a rest, I slid two fingers inside her sopping and surprisingly tight canal and fucked her with the rhythm. She responded by thrusting her hips to meet my fingers. She was sucking Ben's cock like a thing possessed, but as soon as I touched her clit with my thumb she was f(o)rced to release him and throw her head back. "Oh fuck yes..., oh God..., oh God...".

Suddenly I removed my fingers and thumb. "No, no, no, please, no!", she cried in disbelief, with a look of horror on her face. I just grinned and slid up her body until I could bite a stiff nipple between my teeth. At the same time I pressed my hard cock flat along the pussy lips. Purposely, I didn't move. It was barely a second before Charlie started to work her hips against me, coating my cock in her cream. Releasing her nipple, I raised myself on my extended arms and worked my bell end from clit to cunt. "Fuck me Liam..., oh please..., nnnnn..., oh God, fuck me NOW!", she demanded.

As I teased her a little longer, Taff pulled her head over to him and thrust his cock into her mouth. She sucked him so hard he grimaced and cried, "Steady girl!". She released him but pulled him closer so she could lick his balls. Charlie's left hand was pumping Ben furiously and he looked to be close to coming.

As Ben cried "Oh Jesus...!", I slid down and dove for her clit with my mouth. With her legs over my shoulders, I could see what was going on. Charlie released Taff, threw her head back and screamed, "Yaaaahhh...!", just in time to recieve Ben's first blast of semen into her face. Pulling her face towards him, he treated her to another five of six jets. I was quite impressed! In between each jet, she cried, "More!". She had some in her mouth, but most was across her eyes and in her hair.

Before she knew what was happening, Taff pulled her back and reinserted his cock. Down at my end I had her clit between my lips and was sucking it like a mini-blowjob. With her mouth full of cock, Charlie was emitting high pitched squeals and pulling on the back of my head with her left hand. From my position, I looked up across Charlie's breasts as Taff, grasping a handfull of her hair, cried "Come on girl..., come on girl..., yessssssss...".

Taff's cock spasmed, shooting his come deep into Charlie's mouth. Christ, he didn't half pump it into her. At first it looked like she was trying not to swallow but instead keep it in her mouth. But as Taff's spunk started to leak out the side of her mouth, I saw her throat move.

Instantly, I pushed three fingers into Charlie and worked the back of my tongue left and right across her clit - my orgasm move. Charlie's reaction was instantaneous but masked by a mouth still receiving semen. She emitted a sort of gurgling, coughing scream causing globs of Taff's spunk to fly out. Arching her back she raked her heels up and down my spine. This is when the clit becomes painfully sensitive so you stop.

I thrust my fingers in as deep as I could and pressed the back of my tongue hard against her clit. After that I didn't move. "Naaaaaaa........", Charlie yelled as she bucked, spasmed and tried to crush my head with her thighs. Then her head went back with her mouth wide open but with no sound coming out. She went completely rigid and stopped breathing, every muscle in her oil and sweat covered body straining, with the occasional shudder, for the next twenty or thirty seconds.

After what seemed much longer, she finally relaxed, took a huge gulp of air into her lungs and released my head from the vice-like grip of her thighs. She didn't make a sound for the next five minutes apart from breathing heavily with her eyes closed. Then I felt her body start to shake; fuck, she was crying. Raising my head from her thigh where it had been resting, I looked up and saw her laughing. What started as a giggle became hysterical. Soon we were all laughing. "Oh my God boys, what did you just do to me? I mean..., I've never, ever, come like that before", she finally said as she calmed down. "I had no control over my body, I couldn't breathe, I wanted to but nothing was working. It was like something had taken over control".

I watched as rivulets of sperm ran off her face and down her neck, whilst strands dangled from her hair. "I don't believe I swallowed that! I've never done that before", she said, pushing some of Ben's sperm out of her eye with the back of her hand. Have you boys been saving it up? It was like two fountains, I've never seen so much come". Then, looking at me she asked, "Liam, did you...".

"No", I interrupted, "I was concentrating on you", I replied.

"Well, I'll have see what I can do about that, but not at the moment. This is one woman in desperate need of a shower, or do any if you fancy kissing me?".

Seeing us recoil, she laughed, climbed off the bed and ran into the bathroom.

"Well, Liam my old son", said Taff quietly, flopping back onto the bed, "You did us proud tonight. I genuinely thought we'd end up with some scabby old nag. Fuck me, she's good. I had to get her to back off at one point, thought she was going to suck my dick off".

Ben laughed, "I've never seen a woman come like that before, I thought she was having a fucking heart attack. Do you think she takes it up the shitter?".

From the bathroom we heard the toilet flush and the shower come on.

"That might be taking it too far", I said, "It might blow the whole thing. Maybe one of us could 'accidentally' test the water with a stray finger. See what her response is".

"So who's gonna fuck her first?", asked Taff.

"Play it by ear", answered Ben, "Though it does sound like she has the hots for Liam".

My comment, "Well, from the look of it, I'm the only one with a decent sized cock", prompted a flying pillow from Taff.

Ben walked across and picked the bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket, "This is going to cost her a few bob".

"I'd rather have a Keo to be honest", said Taff, "But I don't want to appear ungrateful. Hey..., I wish I'd brought my camera".

"What, that big Nikon thing?", asked Ben, "Very subtle. Might have looked a bit obvious slung over your shoulder".

"Nah, I've got a little Canon".

"So we've seen", I laughed, "And what would happen if she saw you? We'd be out on our arses".

"Not if we did it when she had the blindfold on". After a pause Taff grinned, "I wonder if she's got one? Can you imagine the look on her face when she collects the photos and there's her sucking my cock?".

After listening to check that the shower was still running, we started to check the room. It didn't take long for Ben to whisper, "Bingo!", holding up a small Olympus.

"Where was that?", I asked.

"In her shoulder bag".

"Has she taken any?".

"Seven".

"OK", I said, "I doubt she's checked, but just in case, we'd better keep it down to just two or three. She might think she read the display wrong. Put it back in the bag and we'll see if we get a chance to use it. I'll see if I can find some louder music on the telly to mask the sound of the shutter.

As Ben was replacing it, we heard the shower shut off. He was just in time as the bathroom door opened a few seconds later. Charlie was drying her hair with a towel, as water droplets glistened across her body. "Shower's free, who's next?", she called.

As Taff was closest, he shrugged and went in. Charlie left the door open giving myself and Ben the chance to watch her drying herself. Bending over to dry her legs with her back to us, I could see her pussy and anus. I felt b(l)ood surging into my cock. I knew then that given the chance, I was going to fuck her doggy style before the night was over.

Forcing myself to look away, I walked over to the TV and picked up the remote to search the channels. From behind I heard a hairdryer start up. Eventually, I found a three hour 'Highlights of Glastonbury' had just started on MTV. I selected it and put the volume up a few notches.

Sitting on the end of the bed, Ben and I watched as Runrig started a set. "They played this at my uncle's funeral", observed Ben, "At the cremetorium, just as the curtains went around the coffin, before he went off to the oven".

"Fucking hell!", I said.

"My auntie hated it but it was what he asked for. He was into Leonard Cohen as well. My auntie called it, "Music to slit your throat by".

Behind us, Taff called, "Next!".

It was getting crowded in the small bathroom so I had to squeeze past Taff towelling himself and Charlie drying her hair. After jumping in the shower, I used the same small bar of hotel soap that Taff had used to quickly wash any of the baby oil off my face and body. As I pulled back the curtain, Charlie turned off the hair dryer and passed me her towel from the chair. "So is this what you boys do for entertainment every Saturday night?".

"No, this is the first time", I replied honestly.

"How did you know about my fantasy?".

"I was at the dentists once and picked up some women's magazine, probably Cosmopolitan, I don't remember, and there was a sex survey in it. It said 80% of women fantasised about multi-partner sex. It probably meant that 80% of readers who could be bothered to fill in a sex survey fantasised about multi-partner sex, but for some reason it stuck in my mind".

"Well, it's two out of three so far", she answered. Seeing my puzzled look, she added, "Come in my mouth, hair and pussy". Grabbing my hanging cock she whispered, "Next I want this beautiful cock deep inside me. I want to feel your jets of hot come".

"What, right now? I don't think I can", I answered stupidly.

"No, right now it's champagne time. Ben, you're up!". Passing him, outside the bathroom she added, "If the soap is running out, you can use my shower gel".

Ben came in clutching Taff's towel and winked at me as he stepped into the shower. Throwing my towel onto the chair, I stepped back into the bedroom where Taff was laid on the bed watching Van Morrison, whilst Charlie sat on the edge brushing her hair. "Liam, could you be a sweetie and open the champagne. I doubt if Ben will be long". Turning to Taff she asked, "So what about wives and girlfriends?".

"Well", he replied, "We're all single and aren't many women on the camp, mainly clerks and nurses, plus wives of course. We've all had girfriends back in the UK, but 3,000 mile relationships don't tend to last. Local girls are pretty much off limits unless you want a visit from her b(r)others with shotguns. So that just leaves d(r)unk hen parties from Slough down the strip".

"Or tiddly middle aged women with fantasies?", Charlie asked. Taff just grinned.

I managed to open the champagne without spraying everyone and poured four half glasses. As Ben came out I passed them around. "Half measures?", complained Charlie.

"You've got to earn the rest", I answered. All three looked at me puzzled. "I thought up a little game when I was in the shower".

"I'm not sure if I should excited or worried", said Charlie to laughter. "Go on then Liam, explain the rules".

"It's quite simple", I replied, "You've now got an..., intimate knowledge of our cocks, so we'll test your recognition skills. You'll be blindfolded again, then using just your fingers you have to correctly identify each cock. If you are correct, you win a drink of champagne, if you are wrong, you get a slap on your ass".

"That's it?", asked Charlie, eyebrows raised.

"It'll do as a start".

"Okay", she said, draining her glass, "Let's get started".

"Kneel on the bed facing the edge, near the bottom".

"Can't I just sit on the edge?".

"No, if you are wrong, your punishment will be immediate".

Giggling she said, "I'm a good judge of cocks, you won't be slapping my ass".

As she crawled into position, I handed her the blindfold which she tied on herself.

"Ready?", I asked.

"Uh huh", she answered.

"Okay, we won't speak again until you've felt all three cocks, after which you'll have to identify the owner, we'll guide your hands".

"Okay".

I waved Taff over who helped her hands onto his cock.

After a brief moment Charlie complained, "Hey, it's limp, I only know them hard!".

Taff moved her hand up and down his cock, "Oh, I see", she said, chuckling.

Once he was hard, he moved away and was replaced by Ben, then myself. I then walked to the foot of the bed where I reached over and ran my hand over her ass. "Okay, cock number one?".

"Um..., Taff, he has a slight curve".

"Well done, cock number two?".

"That one was easy, Ben, he's shaven".

"So cock number three must be...?".

"You Liam".

"Very good, three out of three. Would you like your champagne now or at the end?".

"The end of what?".

"That was just round one".

"Mmm..., let's go straight round two".

"OK, round two is mouth only, no hands".

"Uh huh".

I waved Ben around to take my place stroking her ass, then walked around to face her. Taking my cock in my hand, I brushed the head across her lips. Although she was expecting it, she still jumped, but then slipped her lips around it. As she leaned forwards slightly, I watched her take about three inches, then she backed off and ran her tongue around my head. Looking around, I could see Taff and Ben stroking their cocks to full mast.

Gently, I pushed her head back and stepped away. "What?", she asked, "Give me a chance!". Over to my right, Taff was quietly removing Charlie's camera from her bag. Grinning, I swopped places again with Ben, who now approached Charlie with his fist around his hard cock. When he touched against her she licked her lips, then the end of his cock. At the same time, I brushed my fingers across the lips of her pussy. "Nnnn...", she jumped, "Stop trying to put me off".

On the TV, Primal Scream were just starting, so Taff took the remote and raised the volume, then knelt, camera ready. Ben took his cue and slid four inches into her mouth. "Mmmm...", Charlie moaned as the flash went off. Taff then whipped the camera behind his back to shield the noise of the film drive. It seemed to work, as Charlie continued to suck Ben's cock unawares.

With Ben and Taff swopping places, I decided to test the waters, so stepped over to the bedside table and picked up the lube. After squirting a small amount onto the middle finger of my right hand, I returned and ran my left hand down her spine and the crack of her ass to her pussy. Her response was to push back against my hand and twist her hips.

Taff approached with his cock ready and pushed it straight into her mouth. At the other end I took my lubed finger and ran it over the brown star of her anus. "Nnnn fuck...!", Charlie exclaimed slightly muffled, but didn't say "Stop". As Charlie sucked, I kept my fingertip still against her hole; it was up to her now.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmm.....", she groaned as she ground her ass against my finger. I resisted pushing it in, instead removing my hand as Taff backed away. "God, I hope round three is what I hope it is", she panted.

"Cock number one?", I asked.

Charlie hesitated, then said, "Ben".

Slap! My hand came down hard on her ass. "Naaaa!", Charlie screamed and squirmed.

"Number two?".

"That one must be Ben", she said, tensing herself for the slap.

"Correct", I said as I caressed the red hand print. "Now number three, fifty-fifty chance".

"Liam", she said tensing herself. When nothing happened she relaxed, then, slap! Much harder than the first, onto the same spot.

"Aaaaaah...", she cried, rolling onto her side, clutching her ass with both hands, grinding her thighs together and kicking her legs, "You fuckers, that really hurt", but eventually she laughed.

"Back in position", I instructed.

Slowly, she went back onto her knees, resting on her hands. Looking from behind, I could see cream about to drip from the hairs of her pussy

"Final round", I said, "Then you can have your champagne".

Climbing up behind her, I rubbed my cock against her, coating the head in her cream. "Oh God yes", she murmered.

Steadily, I eased myself in. For a woman in her 40s with two k1ds