Future of Porn

It was starting to work as we settled in on the semi deserted beach and everyone continued to encourage me to take off my bikini.

Lisa and Kim finally took off their shorts and T-shirts and started to spread sun block on their exposed skin. Lisa had on the same suite as yesterday. Kim had on a yellow bikini today but seemed to have almost as much covered as yesterday. She was sporting a little burn so I guess I couldn’t blame her. No lack of modesty on either of their parts. My bikini, which I had been in since leaving Kim’s apartment, was a mere scrap by comparison.

It wasn’t but a minute before the conversation about me taking off my bikini started. Everyone had a logical justification. Lisa didn’t want me to ruining my tan with tan lines. The guys didn’t want to limit my nudist activities. Even Kim said that there weren’t many people around so why not. I reiterated that I’d do anything anyone else was willing to do but there were no takers. That didn’t stop them though.

I had to admit that it was nice being away from the hoards of people. It really reminded me of the Caribbean trip Lisa and I had taken last year. It was even better in the sense that it wasn’t that hot so you could lay out without getting over heated. Kim reminded us all to put on plenty of sun block unless we wanted to end up like her. Jim volunteered to do my back so I tuned over onto my stomach. It was so relaxing that I didn’t even notice him untying the string to my top. I didn’t mind since I was about to do it myself but then he brushed my hair aside and untied the string around my neck leaving my bikini top totally unattached. Again, I should have said something but his hands on my back felt so good I didn’t want to disrupt the moment. He did my back followed by my legs. He certainly didn’t miss anything as he got a little liberal around my bikini bottom.

We were all just laying there enjoying the sun when Max suggested a dip. Now I had to make a decision. Do I retie my top or abandon it as I had yesterday. Every one was starting to make signs of getting up as I thought it over. On one hand I wouldn’t be showing any more than yesterday. On the other as always I was nervous about that first big step of showing my breasts. I thought that rollerblading around in a bikini down public streets and into a McDonald’s was probably more out of place than being topless on a beach, so I figured what the heck. My heart started beating faster at just the thought of going topless again. These guys were really going to think I was a nudist. I bet they’d expect the bottom to come off next. That would be more than I could handle so I hesitated. That’s when Jim reached down to grab my hand to help me up. I pulled away saying hold on a minute. I’m sure they thought I was waiting till I retied my top but I just laid there.

Everyone was getting a little impatient but I waited a bit longer trying to get my nerve up. I could feel my nipples tightening up already. Eventually I took a deep breath to calm my nerves a bit and rolled over. As I did, as calmly as I could muster, I said, “Hand me the lotion. First I need to do my front.” A little nervousness came across in my voice but I’m pretty sure the guys didn’t notice since their attention was riveted on my bare breasts and erect nipples. I didn’t think about what I just said but I guess it amounted to an announcement to come look at me apply suntan lotion to my bare chest.

Jim and Max both offered their help but between the bulge in their pants and my rising excitement it would have amounted to sex on the beach. I’m not sure I could have handled it in my excited state. I tried to ignore the stares Jim and Max were giving me but each time I crossed a hardened nipple another wave of excitement shot through my body. It took all of my control not to moan with excitement.

Now several of the people that were set up nearby turned to take note. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the day before but still it was hard not to be moved by people staring at you while your nearly naked in a public place.

To take my mind off my building arousal, I tried to get the others to go on without me and that I’d catch up but no one but Kim made any move to leave. Eventually I stood up to finish the job. Standing just seemed to make the extent of my exposed skin more obvious to everyone. A bikini seems to have the visual effect of covering more than it actually does when you have both top and bottom on. Take away the top and you realize just how little is really covered.

I do have to admit though that once I get over my initial nervousness I love going topless. I think the sexiest thing about being topless it that you’re showing something that is normally covered (at least in this country) but at the same time your heighten others need to see what’s left covered. I’ve really always hated wearing bras because of the feel but going topless has always made me a little nervous. I used to run around our dorm and my house in nothing but shorts or panties but topless in public was a whole other thing. The nice cool wind blowing across especially my breasts and nipples really made for a great sensation and a little nervousness just made it that much more exhilarating.

When we got to the water everyone realized just how cold it was and nobody wanted to go in. Being as excited as I was I started egging them on calling them chicken as I wandered out a bit further. It was really cold but after starting this I wasn’t about to admit it. There weren’t any waves to speak of since we were in the bay. It was smooth as a lake except for a little chop produced by the wind. I dove in and swam underwater for couple of yards before coming up. After I adjusted my constantly slipping bikini bottom, I yelled back that the water was great, and that they were chicken but just as I did a shiver over took my body giving away the fact that it was really cold. The little shiver caused my breasts to wobble a little and only served to attract the guys attention to my breasts even more. My nipples were as hard as a rock now and extended out a good three-quarters of an inch from my breasts. Jim and Max came in briefly but Lisa and Kim stayed on the shore. We kind of played around a bit but without waves it was fairly boring. We swam out into the deeper water where some of the boats were anchored. The exercise helped a lot in keeping us warm. Jim started talking to a couple on one of the anchored boats as we treaded water. Having seem me enter the water the guy was extra friendly. His wife or girl friend was a bit cold though. I’m sure the guy wanted to invite us onboard but I’m equally sure his g/f would have had a cow.

By the time we swam back to the shore Lisa and Kim had already returned to the towel. When we came out of the water we were all shivering. I pulled my bottom back in place as best I could and ran up the beach to the towels. Now walking topless was one thing. My 34c breasts are really firm so they hardly bounce while walking. More like a wobble. Just enough to remind me that they were unrestrained. But running is another story. It never hurts but all the movement was really distracting.

When we got back to the towels Lisa and Kim were already sitting there waiting. Kim looked at my bottom and commented about it not hiding much when it was wet. The suit was really thin and the water just made it cling like a second skin. And without any pubic hair its only value was to provide an opaque covering to meet legal decency requirements. It did nothing to hide the contour of my mound.

The swim was exhilarating but now the wind made me feel cold. I wrapped a towel around me to the disappointment of the guys. I started teasing them saying I was sorry to ruin their show. After a couple of minutes I started to warm up and dropped the towel and laid back on it. That brought the smile back to their faces. Just to add to the light teasing, I stretched my arms back over my head as if yawning. I glanced down at what I looked like and brought my hands back to my side. Lisa caught it all and said “Why don’t you just strip completely while you’re at it”. You see with the cut of my bikini bottom and the flatness of my stomach, when I stretched like that you could see all the way to the top of my pussy. Without any hair to speak of there was no trouble seeing right down to the bottom of my bikini.

It was a nice thrill laying there almost naked but there seems like a big difference between almost naked and naked. The warm sun felt great after the chilly water and the light breeze certainly kept you from getting hot. All in all it was a perfect day for laying out. After a while I rolled over and this time Max did me (my back that is). His hands felt even better than Jim’s. I was in heaven. Max worked his way down my back to my bikini bottom and hesitated slightly before continuing, working carefully around my bikini. He then started on my legs. I would not have been human if I didn’t get aroused by the way Max was massaging me. He continued up my legs and the closer he got to my crotch the more aroused I got. He commented several times about the firmness of my butt and legs. By the time he had finished he could have taken me right there on the beach and I would have been powerless to stop him.

My breath was coming in short breaths as I could feel the wetness growing in my pussy. I almost wanted him to untie my bottom and finish my butt like Bill had tried yesterday. As Max moved over to do Kim’s back Jim yelled, “Ok you got to do the back so that means I get to do the front right.” As a joke I started to roll over onto my back and flashed Jim a big smile as I dropped back onto my stomach. “You’re killing me”, he said. I was so close to letting Jim do it but thought better of it with all the people around. That would have really been sex on the beach because I was already close to an orgasm.

I was just starting to fall asleep when Max suggested a walk. Lisa and Jim jumped up however Kim was starting to fall asleep as I was. Kim started to sit up but I just laid there for a couple more minutes. I know I had gone topless yesterday in front of many more people but I still wasn’t comfortable with the idea. Eventually I rolled over and in one of my bolder moves I enthusiastically jumped to my feet and asked “so which way”. I could have guessed before asking, but acting like it was no big deal was my crazy way of hiding my fears. My inner self was still scared to death, which probably is what makes this whole thing so exciting but by putting on this confident front kind of offsets it a little. I should go into acting I thought to myself. My nipples were already getting hard and I could feel the blood filling my nearly exposed lower lips. I pulled my bikini bottom in place a little better but pulling it up only served to make my excitement more evident. Jim handed me another beer for the walk. Like I needed another.

As I guessed, we started walking right towards were the bulk of the people were. There weren’t that many maybe 25 or 30 spread out along about a mile of beach but it was enough. I knew each and every one of them would be staring at me as I walked by. My breasts although mostly still, moved rhythmically to the beat of our walk. Kim seemed to be studying me or my breasts I should say. Carefully, in a voice of disgust she said, “I can’t believe it. Your boobs bounce less without a bra than mine do with one.” With that the guys and Lisa started paying even more attention to the movement of my breasts. I wouldn’t have thought that possible but it was. The guys started guessing my measurements and the length of my rock hard nipples as we walked. The conversation was getting a little too personal for me and we were approaching the first group of people on the beach. Lisa to add to the embarrassing critique of my body that was going on said, “your 36d 22 36, right?” as we approached the first group of strangers. Now Lisa knows my measurements so I knew she did this only to direct the attention of the folks we passed to my body. It seemed to work effectively as the group of 4 guys and 2 women stared as we passed. I corrected her with my correct 34c 22 34 measurements but her purpose had already be achieved.

My excitement level seemed to maintaining itself at a more manageable level today and with the cool breeze blowing across my bare skin it was the most exquisite walk I can remember. I can’t quite describe the exhilarating feeling but between that and the beer I was feeling quite fine. After we passed that first group I seemed to be over the embarrassment and figured let them look if they wanted to. I had a great body and if they were going to let me go topless I was going to take advantage of the opportunity. After all there aren’t many beaches near me where I could get away with this.

We walked all the way to the far point close to a mile from our stuff and my top. We stopped just long enough to look down the rest of the beach beyond the point before starting back. We walked back the same way we came, my rock hard nipple defiantly leading the group of three women and two guys like beacons past all people relaxing on the beach. It felt just as good with my back to the wind. On the way back Lisa started picking up some nice shells as we walked. I got into it a little further down. We were loading Jim and Max’s pockets since women’s bathing suite don’t afford them the luxury of pockets. Most especially mine which barely provided cloth for that matter.

It was truly a splendid walk. I never felt so free. I was so euphoric that as we approached out towels I started running ahead. Breasts bouncing in rhythm the whole way. When I got close I slowed up a little and attempted to do a cartwheel. Now I pretty athletic but I’m no gymnast so I proceeded to fall right on my side and rolled over onto my stomach. I didn’t get hurt or anything. Lisa was the first to my aid and helped me to my feet. Jim said, “Wow, Can we see that again. You almost made it.” The key word there was almost. I was covered with sand from my right hip around to my stomach and a little on each breast and up to my shoulder. My nipples did actually hurt a bit being in a rather sensitive state when they hit the abrasive sand.

Kim asked if I was ok as Lisa started to brush the sand from my side. Jim got into the act as well brushing the sand from my stomach. He pressed gently as if massaging my abs as he did it. He brushed my nipples a couple of times until I blocked him with my hand. Had it not been for the coarseness of the sand it probably would have been quite erotic. He was doing a very thorough job I have to admit but as I looked down I saw that half of the sand was going down the front of my bikini bottom. I thanked everyone for the help but thought it might be more effective if I just went for a dip.

I thought the others would have joined me but no one did at least not at first. The water was still cold but I was feeling so good I didn’t mind it. I swam out into the deeper water. Jim and Max finally approached the water but didn’t come in. I stood up and brushed the remaining sand off me and before Jim and Max decided to come in, I decided to get the remaining sand out of my bikini bottom by sliding it off. I normally wouldn’t do something so radical but between the beers and everything else I was in rare form. The water was just about up to my breasts so I figured no one could see anything anyway. I turned to face the guys and made sure they knew what I was doing since they were too far away to do anything. I slid it off my ankles and grabbed it in one hand and swung it around over my head to tease them. Mistake!

I saw Jim dive in and start swimming towards me fast. I figured I had better cut this off right there and get back into my suit right away. Not that it provided much in the way of coverage but it was something. Kind of. Well you women know it’s a lot easier to get those tiny nothing but string suits off than it is to get them on especially in the water. I saw Jim racing towards me and tried to step into it but it hung up on the toe of my right foot. I hurried to get it free just as Jim caught me from behind. I almost let go of the suit as he tackled me but managed to hang on to it. But there I was completely naked holding my bikini in my hand as I tried to wiggle free. It wasn’t like he was attacking me but still it wasn’t like there was anything at all between his roaming hands and me. And believe me he took advantage of the opportunity. His hands were all over me. I also felt his knee or hip or something rub past my bare pussy a couple of times. It would have been even more arousing had it not been for the fact that my mind was on getting my bikini back on. When Max got there he saw my suit still in my hand and immediately grabbed it out of my hand.

There I was completely naked with two guys about 100 feet off a public beach. Max started teasing me with my suit tempting me to reach for it. I did a couple of times before I realized they weren’t going to give it back that easily. I decided to go on the offensive and swam after Max. He didn’t realize I was that good of a swimmer since I caught him easily. However all he did was toss it to Jim. I started to walk/swim after Jim as he headed into the shallower water. I stopped realizing that I was dangerously close to showing everyone the only part of me that they hadn’t seen yet. I stopped and looked towards Lisa and Kim for help but they were to busy laughing. By then Jim had made it out of the water and was standing there admiring my little piece of modesty in his hand. I teased them saying. “A naked women over here and you guys run away”. They seemed to realize the foolishness of their action and threw my bikini down and started back towards me. I yelled for Lisa to retrieve my suit but she just left it there and she and Kim proceeded to follow Jim and Max into the water. As they all approached I backed off into the deeper water trying in vain to circle around them so I could get back to the beach and my bikini bottom which was just lying in the sand like a discarded piece of trash.

As they approached I suspected a conspiracy. I backed up into water that was over my head so I stared to tread water. I tried to hide my bare body from the onslaught of hands but Jim and Max were too much. Eventually Max grabbed me around the waist and wrestled me back to the shallows but not before I had him coughing up water.

There we were, five of us bobbing around. Four in fairly normal swim suits and one completely naked. It didn’t bother me though. The feeling of water on my uninterrupted skin was better than the feeling of the air earlier. Besides I didn’t have to bother keeping covered by one of those ridiculously small bikinis.

Lisa was finally starting to get into it like she normally does. I think she had a bit of a hangover even though she denied it. After about five minutes of general horseplay Lisa suggested a chicken fight. She and Max against Jim and me. Kim agreed to be the referee. I was a little less enthusiastic than the other because up until now I had managed to keep my bare bottom mostly hidden under that water. Playing chicken would surely give away my nakedness to everyone at this end of the beach, not to mention the unavoidable bumping of my bare body especially Jim who had been more than liberal with grabbing a feel when ever he could. The guys were elated with smiles from ear to ear. I figured nothing these guys hadn’t seen before.

I had figured I’d just hang on Jim’s back and give him a good feel of my bare breasts against his back but Lisa had already climbed up on Max’s shoulders. This way I’d be completely out of the water and my pussy would be right on the back of Jim’s neck. Jim suggested riding backwards but that was just too obvious. I told him he’d have to do better than that.

I think I may have dozed once or twice, I was so relaxed, but not for long; the pleasure of lying there with a full cunt was so pleasant - and so unusual.

Eventually Arthur began to slide in and out, gently and lazily, and the feelings slowly built. I came first, but not llike I usually do: the orgasm built inexorably but whan it arrived it was much less violent than normal, although as if to compensate it went on for minutes, it seemed, gentle waves of ecstasy rolling through my body. Arthur started coming sometime during this period, but he too seemed to be easing his spunk into me rather than squirting.

As we lay still, enjoying the extended afterglow, he murmured:’Mmmmmm, that was another wonderful evening my darling Sue, thank you.’ and he slid off me and we drifted into a deep sleep.

He told me next morning that he had checked the clock, and our bout of lazy sex had lasted over two hours.

I thought for some time about what I could wear to school. I wanted to continue my gentle exhibitionism but was only too aware of the standards expected of a schoolteacher. I had the advantage of teaching art, so more leeway was allowed than to teachers of other subjects.

In the end I wore my old dungarees, which had one or two splashes of paint, but underneath I had a lacy blouse and no bra. The front flap of the dungarees hid my nipples but it was obvious from the back that I was wearing no bra, and from the sides the shape of my unsupported breasts could be discerned. I took a pair of hipster jeans and a small jacket with me as well.

To avoid any criticism, I took an early opportunity to speak to the headmaster, and as his only comment on my garb was a raised eyebrow and an amused smile I assumed I had got away with it (mind you, I was careful to move slowly so that my boobs did not sway).

My first class had a couple of new recruits, so I guessed that word of my new mode of dress had spread - I hoped they were not disappointed. After seeing the headmaster, I undid a couple more buttons on my blouse, although this only became apparent when I leaned over my pupils’ desks, to display plenty of cleavage (did I mention that I had also loosened my dungaree straps?). My nipples were hard and prominent and I suspect that one or two of the boys managed to notice them too - they were looking intently enough. Whenever I left the classroom I took care to make myself more respectable.

After lessons had finished I changed into my lowcut jeans and put on my jacket with the buttons done up, so that I looked innocent, but I removed the jacket before going shopping in the supermarket. With my dark areolae and hard nipples clearly on display, I enjoyed wandering along the aisles showing off myself to other shoppers. I had a shock when I leant into the frozen food cabinet and my nipple touched a packet of fish fingers - my, that was cold!

At home, I changed my jeans again, this time for my shortest skirt, and removed my knickers. Arthur admired my blouse but didn’t notice my complete absence of underwear until I suggested we went for a drink at the wine bar we had visited the previous week. He looked quizzically at me and then flipped up my skirt to confirm his suspicions. Delighted with what he saw, he asked me what he should wear:’I liked the slacks you wore last time.’ I replied, and he went to put them on - sans pants of course.

Before we went out we looked through our pictures: the prints from our earlier sessions and the digital camera shots on our PC. We both enjoyed them, although Arthur couldn’t help making one or two comments about the quality of some. I was interested to see how I looked with a cock in my mouth and confirmed what I had noticed when Sarah was sucking his: the pose seemed to add beauty to our faces (and we looked bloody sexy too!).

I also decided what background I wanted in my painting of Arthur’s cock - a pair of pert little boobs with soft pink nipples.

By the time we set off for the bar it was later than we intended, but we should still get in more than an hour of flashing - enough to make me ready for a good shag when we returned. When we arrived, the barmaid (who was herself displaying a large pair of boobs in a low cut top) commented:’The boys are going to enjoy that!’ and I smiled back at her with pleasure and took a seat on a bar stool.

We had arrived during the weekly quiz, which meant that nearly everybody was sitting at the tables dotted around: perfect for me to display myself. The older man who had indicated his approval before said what a pleasure it was to ’see you again’ with an emphasis on those last three words that I didn’t miss. On their visits to the counter other people, men and women, welcomed us too. In between, I could see them looking at my cunt, hot and wet, clearly visible where my skirt was pulled up and my thighs apart (not too obviously, I hoped).

The quiz finished, the prize was awarded and the raffle drawn. A number of people started to leave and a few spoke to us, with comments along the lines of:’Hope to see more of you.’ although it was difficult to imagine what more I could show! My nipples were excited and hard and pushing at the white blouse fabric, making it even more see-through, and Arthur’s cock was obviously enjoying the sight.

The landlord rang last orders and then leaned over to us and murmured:’We’ll be having afters if you want to stay.’ and I looked at Arthur and he nodded. We waited until some customers had been ushered out and there were just a few regulars left and the landlord bolted the door, then went to order more drinks - and discovered that the barmaid was now topless! We had obviously chosen the right watering hole.

A woman introduced herself as the landlady, Jan, and commented that she was glad to see that we were joining in the spirit of the evening. We explained that we had not known about their ‘traditions’ and were there coincidentally. She laughed and observed that we had obviously felt the vibes when we had been there before (everybody seemed to remember our previous visit). She disappeared for a few minutes and then came back wearing only a tiny thong, and Arthur pointed out to me that the barmaid had on only a pair of minuscule bikini pants too. I asked Arthur if I should remove my top but he said that I looked sexier wearing it, but I pulled my skirt a little higher anyway.

The landlord, Mike, leaned over the counter for a chat and commented that usually people came up to the bar but my charms had kept them in their seats, which made me proud and excited. Then a young girl came over and asked me what it felt like exposing myself, and did I think she should. I replied that it was very exciting but I wouldn’t do it unless Arthur was with me.

She looked a bit wistful and I suggested that if she wanted to try it she could come and sit with us where there would be safety in numbers, and was surprised when she went over to a table and then three girls headed for the Ladies’. They returned obviously braless, two with blouses unbuttoned to the waist and one in a thin tee-shirt that displayed prominent nipples. Giggling, they sat up on bar stools and pulled up their skirts, to a cheer from the men sitting opposite them. I was sorry that I couldn’t enjoy what they could see. Jan had been sitting at one of those tables and she took a long look at the crumpet and then said:’What the hell.’ and slid off her thong. I heard Mike chuckle behind me and looked round to see a broad grin on his face, and he commented:’I hope you come again.’ and I grinned back and said:’I hope so too.’ and nudged Arthur’s arm.

A young man who had removed his shirt asked one of the girls to dance and they began to shuffle arounf a space between the tables. Soon the other girls also had partners and I was invited too, by a man who asked for Arthur’s permission first. Mike turned down the lighting until it was difficult to see what might be happening, and my partner slid his hands up the back of my skirt to hold my buttocks, and I was afraid that I would soon have cunt juice running down my legs. He solved that probem by moving one hand and plugging my cunt with two fingers.

By the sound of the whispers and giggles from the other ‘dancers’ they were up to similar activities. Jan was swaying naked beside us and I noticed Mike tell the barmaid that she could accept an invitation to dance too. I decided to give it only five minutes before I returned to Arthur, giving his hard cock a squeeze as I sat back on my stool One of the yooung girls came back and I suggested that Arthur enjoy some dancing with her, which he happily did.Mike asked what we would like to drink and I decided that I could accept a glass of wine: Although I was driving I had been on soft drinks thus far.

Jan came over to observe that we had made things much more interesting, and I was startled when she started stroking my pussy. I am not really into women but I was so relaxed I let myself enjoy the sensations until Arthur returned, when she took one of the girls onto the ‘dance floor’.

We decided that we had to leave at one o’clock, as this was a working day. By then Jan was snogging one of the girls and the barmaid was sitting on the lap of a young man and, by the way her bottom was moving, she had a cock inside her.

Mike let us out of the door and we walked to the car. I went to open the door but Arthur said:’Not yet.’ guided me to the front of the car and bent me over the bonnet. No sooner had I realised what was afoot than I felt his hard cock sliding into my flooded cunt and then I heard the squelching sounds as he pushed in and out. I sighed with pleasure as he took me hard and I soon came, followed by the jerks of his cock filling me.

Before I sat in the driving seat I covered it with tissues to soak up the juices dripping out of me and drove carefully home, where I did indeed ‘come again.’

The next morning I awoke early, despite our late night. I ran over the events of yesterday and recalled the pleasures of showing off myself in the bar, and the subsequent activities. As my cunt tingled with reminiscence, I realised that my period was due today. I slipped gently out of the bed and checked in the bathroom - no sign yet but I inserted a tampon in readiness.

I was reminded that school ended next week and then we were off on holiday to the naturist resort of Cap d’Agde, because I had chosen the date carefully to ensure that the curse wouldn’t interfere with our activities there.

I went back to bed and looked at Arthur sleeping, and thought how vulnerable he seemed. We had been sleeping under only a sheet and it was pushed down to his waist. Carefully I folded it down until his pretty prick came into view, lying softly on his thigh.

I dipped my head and gently took all of it into my mouth, tasting the flavours of last night’s sex. I lay as still as I could, wanting to enjoy the whole of his prick in its unexcited state but of course it did not take long before it began to grow from the warmth of my mouth. That too was enjoyable, feeling it swell and stiffen until I removed myself from it and admired its beauty as it reared up.

Then I took it back in my mouth and worked my lips and tongue gently on it. Arthur still seemed to be sleeping but his cock wasn’t: it twitched in response to my touch and leaked a continual supply of tasty precum into my mouth. I wasn’t trying to make him come; just selfishly enjoy sucking on his sweet dick. I ran my tongue around his helmet, feeling the soft texture and beautiful curves. I dipped my tongue into the little slit at the top and encouraged more fluid to seep out.What a lovely way to start the day.

Eventually he stirred and put his hand on the back of my head; not to push me down but in appreciation of the pleasure I was giving him. Then he squeezed my boob and made me realise how excited my body had become. He slid his hand to my cunt and discovered that he couldn’t get in there for a few days.

Then he surprised me by sliding a finger across my bum hole and I shivered in anticipation - anal sex was going to figure largely during these few days!

I lifted my head and asked:’Do you want to?’ and he responded by pulling my head up and swinging his legs off the bed, pulling off a pillow and putting it on the floor next to the bed. I understood immediatelyand knelt on the pillow with my bum in the air, ready for his pleasure. He moved away and I looked round to see him feeling in the pocket of his jacket, hung on the back of a chair. He pulled out a box and extracted a tube, saying:’I got something to help us.’ and showed me the tube, on which I could see the letters KY.

I wiggled my bare bum at him (sexily I hoped) and was rewarded by the feel of his fingers lubing me ready. I heard him put down the tube and then the tip of his cock pushed gently into me. Tingles of excitement radiated from my arse hole as he paused.; then he leaned forward and squeezed my dangling boobs and as I hummed my appreciation he slid his cock deep into me. Wow!

He settled into a long lento rhythm and I lay and luxuriated in the waves of pleasure rolling over me. My mind went wandering and I recalled that buggery had been illegal in this country until only a few years ago - how stupid; it could have been the perfect way to prevent unwanted babies before effective contraception devices. I wondered if the Roman Catholic church banned it?

Then all thoughts except my pleasure left my mind. Arthur had slowed even more and I knew that he was going to make it last as long as he could, and was glad that I had roused him early. And roused he was: I could hear him mumbling:’Oh fuck, Sue, you are so tight in there, I love watching my cock slide into your sweet little bum.’ and I feared that I was going to orgasm with the thrill his words gave me; and yet I felt jealous that I couldn’t see his lovely cock sliding into my ’sweet little bum.’

I encouraged him by moving back and forth in opposition to his rhythm and was rewarded by his groan of appreciation. I gave a little wiggle and he yelled:’No - that will make me…ooooohhh.’ and I felt his hot spunk squirt into me, which was enough to set off my splendid climax.

He held still for a while and then said:’Sorry Sue, you caught me by surprise.’ and I laughed and assured him that I was pleased to have done something unexpected to him:’Besides, we will have plenty of chances to improve during the next week.’ at which his cock gave a twitch of excitement and he was soon buggering me again, although this time much more energetically.

I came first, but the twitchings of my arse brought him off too. He made as if to remove his cock but I begged him to leave it in me. He stopped only to remark that we would have to get ready for work if we didn’t want to be late, and left me feeling open and abandoned.

For school I couldn’t think of anything different to wear that wouldn’t have me sent home to change, so i put on my sheer bra and thin new top, so that at least there was a hint of areolae on show. Just to help me feel naughty I wore my briefest thong - a few grams of transparent fabric held in place by narrow silken straps.

I ‘forgot’ to put on my skirt until after breakfast, which Arthur appeared to appreciate as he gave my bum a squeeze as he kissed me goodbye.

The rest of the week was fairly mundane, just blow jobs and bum fucks, but that’s not to say it wasn’t enjoyable.

I had no lessons on Friday afternoon so I came home and, as the weather was still good, decided to top up my tan ready for our holiday.

I was lying there, arms and legs spread wide, when a man’s voice suddenly said:’It is a lovely day isn’t it?’ and I sat up in a hurry to see our neighbour grinning appreciatively at me:’Oh Ian, you gave me such a shock!’

‘Sorry,’ he laughed,’but I thought I had better let you know I was here.’

‘Thanks,’ I replied,’ Er - do you mind if I carry on?’

‘Is the Pope Catholic?’ he chuckled, so I lay down again with my legs just a little wider apart, and he continued with his gardening, most of which seemed to be done while looking in my direction. I thought about offering him a drink but suddenly realised that I didn’t want what might follow: I was only to happy to display my charms to men (or women) but that was all. It was only Arthur’s splendid cock that I desired - and I did desire it so much at that moment.

I was happy to see him fucking other women - indeed I had enjoyed watching his cock pleasuring Sarah, but I wanted to be there to observe: the idea of him fucking someone else secretly would upset me I knew. Was I perverted? Possibly, but it was associated with my adoration of his beautiful cock. I hoped he would be home soon.

As soon as I heard him arrive, I ran into the house, pulled down his trousers and sucked him off. After he had given me a delicious mouthful of his love cream, he asked me what had happened to cause my excitement (he knew me better than I realised) and I told him about being caught naked by Ian.

‘Why didn’t you get him to help you?’ he asked, and I explained that the only cock I wanted was his, stroking it fondly as I did so. ‘Did you mind me fucking Sarah?’ he asked anxiously and I explained that I was only too happy to watch ‘my’ cock being put to such pleasant use.

‘You are an amazing woman Sue.’ he said in admiration, then carried me upstairs and fucked my arse until I had to beg for mercy.

Ian was off duty all weekend so on Saturday we invited them in for a nude barbecue (I provided a pinafore for whoever was cooking). I took the opportunity to inspect Ian’s cock, and was disappointed to see that he was uncircumcised because it meant that I could not see his helmet, the best part as far as I am concerned. It made me even more appreciative of my Arthur’s lovely example of manhood.

I did get a chance to see Ian’s helmet later, when he and Sarah started tickling each other and it responded appropriately. They excused themselves and ran home giggling, and we took the opportunity for Arthur to bugger me on the lawn, assuming that our neighbours would be too busy to look out of the window.

The following day Arthur and I drove out into the country for a walk. I dressed us both appropriately: I had on my lacy top and a virtually see-through pair of shorts; I persuaded him to wear a vest and a pair of short but not tight shorts which allowed the head of his cock to show from one leg when he was arranged suitably. He only agreed to this when he was sure that he could tuck his cock away easily if anybody else was near.

We had a very pleasant stroll, during which I was pleased to see people checking out my attributes, and I enjoyed seeing Arthur’s cock peeking out when we were alone. Eventually I got too excited and dragged him into a copse where I could give him a blow job. It was near a path so I made sure we were not too far from it for any passers-by to miss what we were doing, but far enough that it wasn’t too blatant. I was disappointed that the only spectators were a couple of women but pleased to note that they paused briefly to make sure what they were seeing was true.

The final week at school was concerned only with students finishing off work or making up their portfolios. At home we were able to indulge in some cunt fucking as well as buggering.

On the last day I decided that nobody would care if I went a bit further than during term time, so I wore my lacy blouse (I had trying to find some more but without success so far) and one of my sheer bras, through which it was easy to see my nipples. I had the misfortune to bump into the headmaster as I made my way too the first class but he didn’t seem to object as I hurried past (a mistake, as it made made my boobs bounce).

The kids certainly didn’t object, especially when I sat on the front of my desk and gave them glimpses of my minuscule thong under my shortest skirt, and all of them came up to thank me at the end of the periods. One cheeky sod waited until last and squeezed a boob as he kissed my cheek. I pretended to be unaffected but my cunt twitched.

A couple of my male colleagues invited me for a drink when we had finished, and I took the opportunity to wave my boobs in the pub we visited.

The weekend was spent sorting out clothes for our holiday, which involved buying some new items of course. Arthur pointed out that we wouldn’t be wearing anything at Cap d’Agde but I told him not to be silly - we would want to look smart when we went outside its environs. Men just don’t understand sometimes.

The night before we left I made him give me a really good shave, so that there was no trace of pubic hair. I am so pleased that bare pussies are fashionable and I can’t understand anyone who suggests that it is unnatural - if that’s the case why do men shave their faces or women under their armpits. And unless the hair is sparse and neat a bare pussy looks so much more appetising, I mean attractive.

Our journey to the south of France was trouble-free, helped by our light luggage, and we arrived at our destination in the middle of the afternoon. I was astonished to see that it was a completely nudist place - even people shoppoing in the supermarket, whatever their ages or appearance, were wandering about aithout any clothing.

We settled ouir things and made our way to the beach, unencumbered by anything except our towels and a small bag of essentials such as sun cream and drinking water. It felt so good lying naked in the sun, which always makes me feel frisky anyway. We spent some time examining our fellow holiday makers, who were made up of every type of human being. I was surprised to see how many families with young children were enjoying themselves on the beach.

We returned to our quarters as the sun cooled (although it was still pleasantly hot) and had a quickie before we went to the shops for some provisions. Arthur prepared a quick meal while I unpacked, then we had a quick nap before setting out to see what happened in the evenings.

We didn’t go very far. As you might epect in France, everybody was smartly dressed, although not in anything conventional: women wore tops that were either see-through or allowed nipples to peek out, and skirts that either didn’t cover their pussies or were sllit to the waist, or shorts or trousers that were so fine you could see the details of their pubic hair coiffure.

I slapped Arthur and blamed him that I had nothing suitable to wear, and he had the sense to avoid replying. I put on my lacy blouse and my shortest skirt, which even then I had to roll over at the waist to reduce to a suitable length, and Arthur wore his thin slacks. We promenaded around, as those who weren’t in the restaurants seemed to be doing, nodding and smiling at people, but I felt so scruffy that I wouldn’t go into any of the bars or cafes.

The next morning we rose late (despite my chagrin, we had enjoyed several hours of very wet sex) and then I did some serious shopping. The selection wasn’t terrific but I managed to find some things for evening wear until I could get into town.

When I returned with my purchases, Arthur said he had been exploring, we had some lunch and wine and then he took me to see where he had been in the morning. As we walked along the beach away from the site centre I gradually realised that the number of families was decreasing, and the number of younger couples came to predominate. A bit more and I could see that simple sunbathing was not the onlsy activity: there was a lot of kissing and cuddling and - was that? yes, a couple fucking on the sand - and a girl sucking a man’s cock!

Eventually Arthur spread our towels on the sand and sat down, saying:’I thought the scenery was nicer along here.’ and grinning at me.

‘It certainly is.’ I agreed, and squatted down with my cunt over his face. He took the hint and stuck out his tongue. Oh boy, it felt good sitting on his face with people all around watching. Not that they stared: it was obviously so normal that it attracted only polite interest. I decided that I was going to enjoy this hoilday!

When I had come, as quietly as I could, I lay down beside him and we enjoyed the sun while I played with his handsome cock, trying to keep it hard to show it off to everyone on the beach. Arthur was very kind - he just lay there and let me have my fun.

Eventually he warned me, in a rather strained voice:’I am going to come soon unless you stop.’ so I took him in my mouth and let him give me a tasty mouthful of spunk. As I lifted my head and smiled at him, I noticed two attractive young women settliing down near to us, who were smiling their approval at our activities. I was tempted to offer them the use of Arthur’s cock but it seemed rather forward. Maybe if we got to know them better…..

In the evening, we went out in our new clothes: I had a white dress with a sort of halter neck - that did a poor job of holding in my boobs - and a very short skirt split all the way up the front, so that it only hid my cunt if I stood absolutely still (which I had no intention of doing). I got wet just thinking about wearing it, and when I looked in the wardrobe mirror I felt really turned on. I was going to jump Arthur but he persuaded me that it would be better after an evening of showing myself off, telling me how beautiful and desirable I looked. He makes me feel so good - or should that be bad?

I had found him some trousers that were even thinner than the pair he had brought from home, and nothing about his masculinity was left to the imagination. How is it that walking around with nothing on is not as exciting as wearing revealing clothes?

We went to a restaurant where the waitresses looked quite respectable until you looked closer and realised that their tight black dresses allowed the details of their slim French bodies to be discerned through the sheer fabric. The barmen wore bow ties but no shirts, and hopelessly inadequate little black shorts, so tight that you could see how well-endowed they were. The atmosphere was pleasant and friendly but heavy with sex, as women’s breasts peeped out from, or through, their revealing clothes.

If the other women were feeling anything like I was, they maust have had to employ a special cleaner for the chair seats - I couldn’t remember when I seemed to have leaked and dripped like this. Of course, as the evening wore on you could smell hot cunt wafting through the restaurant. Even tho’ it was hot, nipples grew perky and the barmen’s shorts grew tighter. The only thing the place needed was glass table tops, so that you could see what was on display beneath them.

After a while, a French accordianist appeared and began to play, and I realised that there was a tiny area for dancing. A few couples drifted onto it between courses and I discovered that there was a special style of dancing here: the women put their arms around their partner’s necks and leaned back slightly, so that their breasts could be seen; and the men slid their hands around the women’s waists and lifted their skirts, to show off their bums. There were some truly callipygian ladies there and I wondered if my bum would look a bit too chubby.

However, by the time we had enjoyed some delicious food and a few glasses of wine I was happy to get out there. I kept my legs parted as far as was appropriate, hoping that my long cunt flaps could be seen by diners behind me - they felt enormous that evening.

If Arthur tthought that delaying sex would help us to enjoy our romp in bed, he failed. We stumbled out of the restaurant, found the first shady corner, then he turned me round and bent me over and shoved his steel-hard cock straight up my cunt. I came immediately and then again when he sprayed boiling hot spunk into me a few minutes later. Fuck me, it was good!

Then we did go to bed and spent what felt like hours in appropriate soixante-neuf pleasures, in which position we fell asleep.

I awoke and opepned my eyes to see the best thing I could have hoped for - Arthur’s cock. I sucked it to hardness and then he leapt of the bed,came back and lifted me onto all fours, lubricated my arse and slid his cock all the way in - and just held it there, flexing his mighty muscle occasionally. We had decided that this was a bit too much for the beach so we made the most of this occasion. I lay with my head on the pillow while he tortured me by making the most agonisingly slow movements of his cock. He seemed to be able to take minutes to slide his cock from just inside my arse until his bollocks were pressed against my cunt, and almost as long to slide it back again. I just lay with my head on the pillow, groaning while every sense in my body seemed concentrated on my bum.

And then I must have suffered sensory overload because I don’t remember anything else until I became aware that he was in the bathroom taking a shower. I was still lying on the bed with my rear end in the air, and when I tried to move I discovered that my legs seemed to have siezed up. I sort of collapsed sideways and waited until I recovered, which I was still doing when he came into the bedroom.

‘What did you do to me?’ I asked,’I don’t think I’ll ever move again.’

He grinned:’You seemed to enjoy it at the time.’ but he massaged my legs and helped me to the shower, which helped me to feel as if I might walk again. We had coffe and croissants (which he had gone and bought) and then made our way along the beach, where I seemed to spend a lot of the day dozing. Arthur amused himself by playing with my body while I lay inert, enjoying his relaxed attentions.

The rest of our stay went by in similar fashion. We tried other eating places but decided the one we had been to first was our favourite. We hung around in bars some evenings. I went into town but I didn’t find anything better than my little whiite dress, so I washed it every morning, ready for the next outing.

There was one day when I wondered if Arthur was tiring of me, and had me wondering what I could do to spark his interest. He got up earlier than usual, and when he returned from the shops with fresh croissants he didn’t come back to the bedroom as he usually did. When I went into the main room he was reading a book, and hardly bothered to greet me. Piqued, I did every thing I could think of to notice me: I bent over to display my juicy cunt to him; I sat in a chair with one foot on the seat, trying to make him look at my female charms - all to no avail.

On the beach he seemed more interested in the other women than me, and was quiter than normal. He responded to what I said but made no effort to maintain a conversation. By the time we went to the restaurant I was worried, angry and frustrated as hell, mainly because we hadn’t fucked, or hardly touched, for more than twelve hours and like any addict I was suffering withdrawal symptoms. During dinner he was polite but distant and I began to worry if our holiday was going to be a disaster.

We got back to our cabin and I pointedly asked him if there was anything he wanted and he said, offhandedly:’No thanks.’

I turned away and before I realised he had stepped up behind me and slid his hands around me, under my halter top, to my tits - and my body burst into flames.

I couldn’t believe that so simple a gesture could have me so instantly turned on: my heart pounded, it was difficult to breathe, my nipples shot to attention and my cunt was on fire and soaking wet at the same time. And all he was doing was stroking my boobs.

He pulled down my dress, to leave me naked, lifted me in his arms (It’s sounds silly but that turned me on even more) and laid me on the bed. Still fully dressed, he stroked me all over, setting my skin ablaze and my nerve endings jangling. And then he wentr over me again with his tongue. Normally this would have had me writhing about but by now I was in shock, my bones had melted and I was incapable of anything ecept sensation.

Eventually he settled between my legs and started on my cunt and clitoris. I came fast and hard, then while I was still recovering from it I felt another orgasm building, and no sooner had that one crashed over me than a third was on its way. I was gripping the bedclothes as if to stop me flying away and panting like a marathon runner to try and get enough breath into my lungs.

After the third time, he raised his head and looked at me with an epression I could only think of as evil. He stood up and undressed, casually but very slowly, and it was the most incredible turn on. I watched every part of him come gradually into view until at last he slid down his pants and I could feast my eyes on his cock, standing proud and angry.

Then he climbed over me and……..and……..nothing. He lay there still and quiet and I nearly went mad. I pushed my hiips up at him and it felt as if my cunt lips were reaching out to try and suck his cock into me.

‘Please.’ I pleaded desperately.

‘Please what?’ he teased.

‘Please fuck me.’ I wailed.

‘Isn’t that a bit greedy?’

‘For fuck’s sake Arthur, you bastard, I need fucking. If you don’t I think I’ll go mad!’. I was screaming now.

And then he slid his cock into me and I did go mad. I groaned and threw my arms and legs around him and lifted my hips off the bed in order to make sure that every bit of that glorious cock was inside me. My cunt squeezed around him to keep him there.

Then he started to move, smoothly and firmly and I went from purgatory to paradise. My cunt throbbed with pleasure and my boobs felt as if they were swelling with excitement. I came again but he just went on and the excitement built to climax again, and again, and impossibly again.

Arthur had told me that being circumcised had de-sensitised his cock but until that night I hadn’t realised just what that meant. He kept on and on and on, stopping infrequently to let his excitement subside but never coming. I made up for that by coming so many times - or was it one long orgasm eventually?

I only know that the sky was lightening before he eventually let go, and what felt like a gallon of spunk poured into my battered cunt. And then he rolled off me and we both fell into an exhausted, but highly satisfied, sleep.

When I awoke the shower was running and I needed a pee. I swung my legs off the bad - and walked to the loo like John Wayne. My legs were aching and my cunt was so sore I thought it might take days to recover. I suspected that my bum was going to take a pounding for a while - and I couldn’t believe it when my promiscuous body felt excited by the idea. I wondered for a moment if I was turning into a nymphomaniac, then realised that I was still strictly momogamous, it was just that I didn’t seem able to get enough of Arthur and his magical sword. I made it to the bathroom and Arthur grinned at me through the water.

I grinned back and asked:’How’s Excalibur this morning?’

He looked puzzled:’Sorry.’

I pointed to his weapon:’Arthur’s sword - Excalibur.’ He laughed but I could see pride on his face.

I pretended to glower at Him:’That thing nearly stabbed me to death last night!’

‘You’ll recover.’ he promised.

‘I know.’ I stood up from the loo, flushed it and joined him in the shower’s healing water.

We had met and chatted with some Brits but not joined up with anybody so we were surprised to receive an invitation to a party on our last night. It was being held in a villa near our camp and we were told it was ‘jewellery only’ which seemed a bit odd but we decided to go along with it. We bought Arthur a cheap shell necklace and me a long string of red glass beads: it was so long that even when I made a knot to sit between my breasts it hung down to my tummy. Ian said it looked suggestive, which was good I thought. I also found a pair of earings of similar style that were so long they brushed my shoulders.

When we were ready to go Arthur looked at the end of the necklace swaying across my body and suggested a quickie but I refused - I had another idea in mind. When we got near the villa I stopped him, dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He didn’t object but was startled when I only worked on Excalibur until it was nice and hard, then stood up, took his hand and said:’Right, let’s party.’ He pointed his hand at his erection and asked:’Isn’t this a bit..um?’

I grinned at him and urged him along, before his cock had time to deflate.

When our hosts greeted us the husband looked slightly surprised but his wife smiled and said:’Are you pleased to see me or….’ and any embarrassment left Arthur. We found some drinks and socialised: any time that his cock looked like flagging I stroked it a few times and it came back to attention.

I began to see what ‘jewellery only’ meant because most of the women had nipple rings and other piercings and they had decorated these with dangly earrings or similar. A few of the men had nipple decorations but even more had sparkly things hanging from foreskin rings. I have never felt the urge to mutilate myself or Arthur (all right, I have pierced ears) although he did once suggest that I pierced my navel, but some of the decorations on these women looked sexy.

Not as sexy as my Arthur. After a while I noticed some other women following my example and encouraging their men to wear erections and make them look better. The stroking and fondling grew less surreptitious and the atmosphere became more sexy. I knew that I had added something to the occasion when I went off to find some nibbles and the woman Arthur and I were talking to took his cock in her hand and said:’It’s okay dear, I’ll look after this for you while you’re gone.’

Of course, it wasn’t long before men were fondling partners too: hands roamed over bums and between legs and, for the first time I could remember, the hum of conversation grew softer instead of louder as the alcohol depressed inhibitions. I knew that things were going to get even more intimate when I saw a woman, whose tits were being stroked by a man standing behind her, stand up on tip toe and lean forward while the man fiddled between her buttocks: I couldn’t see any details but I was fairly sure that a hard cock had just slid into a juicy cunt.

More of this kind of activity began to develop and Arthur’s cock needed less of my fondling to stay stiff. We were standing without talking to anyone else when I noticed a young girl standing near our hostess, looking a bit lonely without anyone else of her age there. I nudged Arthur and nodded towards her and he understood immediately what I meant.

He went to fill his glass and then approached the girl from her side, so he wouldn’t alarm her. I saw him speak and she responded. He went on chatting until she looked down at his cock, swallowed nervously and then leant close to him to say something so it would not be overheard. He smiled back and nodded and her hand crept out tentatively to touch his cock. He kept on chatting anad her hand grew more bold, until she had it wrapped around his cock and was moving it gently up and down.

I was feeling so proud of him, and turned on by watching, and then I was approached by a rather overweight man who obviously wanted me to do something similar to him. I excused myself to go to the loo and hid there for as long as was reasonable, then returned to the party, to see Arthur and the girl disappearing into another room. I skirted the other guests and followed them, to find her on her knees with her head bobbing on Arthur’s cock. My cunt quivered and I felt it juicing up.

She was not very experienced, I could see, but Arthur didn’t complain. I soon noticed that he was nearing orgasm and called warningly:’Arthur.’ but he said:’It’s all right.’ then moved her gently back from his cock, and when she looked up at him he stroked Excalibur until it sprayed his creamy cum over her neck and chest.

You could tell he was artistic - he managed to produce an almost perfect pearl necklace. Strings and blobs decorated her neck and led down to a pendant between her small tits. She shivered with pleasure and looked down. When she saw what he had done a grin of delight almost split her face and she stood up and walked proudly back to the party to display her decoration.