Future of Porn

“This is part 6 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure.

Vanessa”

*

Sunday August 30

When I got up Vicky was already in the shower so I joined her and we soaped each other. She asked me why I had a little tuft of hair at the top of my pussy so I told her about the hair-removing machine that Jon had bought. She wants to know how we get on as she says that she still has to make the effort each morning to shave hers and sometimes doesn’t do it when she gets up late. She said that like me, the ‘itching’ had long gone and she now hated it when she had a bit of stubble.

We all had breakfast together, reading the papers, all 3 of us in the nude. Jon got to one article in the ‘News of the World’ about women wrestlers and said that the 3 of us should set-up a little ‘Women’s Nude Wrestling’ business. He thought about it for a few minutes then said, “No, it should be a ‘School Girls Cat Fight’ with you both starting out dressed as school girls then ripping each others clothes off as you fight, and ending up naked and trying to force each other to orgasm. That should get a few boners and bring in the money.” He said that with our liking of pain as long as we kept our cool we should have a good time. Vicky didn’t sound too keen, but I rather fancy the idea.

After breakfast Jon decided that we would be doing something different that day. I discovered a side of Jon that I had never seen before, we went looking round museums - all day. Not exactly what I enjoy, but! At least the evening was more interesting, we went into town to a lively American style eating house cum pub. Even though Vicky and me were only wearing short dresses we didn’t attract much attention as just about all the young girls in there were wearing outfits just as short. When we got home I made us some coffee and Jon fell asleep on the sofa, so Vicky and me went to bed together and went to sleep after a pleasurable 69.

Vicky hadn’t gone home on the Sunday evening because the Monday was a National Holiday.

Week commencing August 31

Monday - Jon asked us that we would like to do and as it was a sunny day we decided to go on a bike ride. We loaded Jon’s 3 bikes onto the roof rack of the car and went up into the Dales. Vicky didn’t know about the bike with the hole in the saddle and I was glad that Jon remembered to bring the butt plug with him. Vicky wanted to wear my white shorts but I wouldn’t let her. She didn’t understand why not and I wouldn’t tell her, other than to say that she would understand later. In the end she wore a light cotton short dress and I wore my tennis dress.

We drove up into the dales and parked the car in a little village. Jon had remembered to bring a spanner to adjust the seat height for Vicky. She thought that it was a bit high for her so I said, “just you wait.” We set off at a slow pace with Vicky and me having the backs of our dresses hanging over the back of, and pussies bare to the saddles. It wasn’t long before Vicky was happy that she was having to slide from side to side on the saddle. Jon hadn’t put the butt plug in the hole in the saddle in my bike so when we stopped for a rest I asked him if he would put it in. Vicky’s only comment was “now I understand.” It took me a couple of minutes to get back on the bike and ready to move off, but once we got going it was good.

After we stopped for lunch at a pub Jon told us to swap bikes. I suppose it was fair but I was a little disappointed. We’d noticed a couple of men looking at the bikes (well the one with the butt plug sticking through the saddle) and as it was a man’s bike I guess they were looking for a man that belonged to it; and you should have seen their faces when Vicky slowly lowered herself onto it.

We rode for about another 5 miles back to the car before heading for home and then taking Vicky home. I think that Vicky was ready for the rest when we got to the car, she said that she had had 3 orgasms on that saddle. When we got to her flat she invited us in for a coffee. No sooner than we had got in Vicky excused herself and came back a couple of minutes later without her clothes on. It seemed a little strange having Vicky as the only one without clothes on.

Back home Jon sent me to bed before going to work on his PC.

Tuesday - Jon went away on a training course for the rest of the week which meant that it was a boring few days, except that the Tesco girl rang for a chat on the Wednesday afternoon and asked if we could meet up. I invited her (Bridie) to Jon’s house on the Friday afternoon which was her day off.

Friday - When she arrived Bridie seemed a little surprised to have me answer the door naked and she was nervous as she explained (over a cup of tea) that she had never been with another woman before. She seemed pleased when I told her that until a few months before I had never even thought about it and the thought of being naked in a supermarket toilet would have had me crawling into a corner and wanting to die. Bridie admitted that she was ‘bi-curious’ but didn’t know how to take it any further. She relaxed a bit when I told her that I don’t consider myself to be a lesbian but I like sex with certain other women.

I got her to tell me all about her other ‘experiences’ while we progressed to vodka and orange drinks. She’s only 16 and only left school a few months ago. She doesn’t have a boyfriend at the moment and still lives with her parents. It wasn’t long before she was asking me what it was like to be naked most of the time and I suggested that she tried it. She stripped to her bra and knickers which were a lovely red lacy set but she didn’t want to go further. When I got another drink I stood behind her and massaged her neck for a while before moving down to her small pert, cone shaped young breasts. She has lovely nipples in the centre of small dark brown aureoles. As I lightly let my finger drift over her nipples they jumped to attention and she gasped. She asked me to undo her little bra then she stood up and asked if we could go somewhere more comfortable.

I led her up to Jon’s room and motioned for her to lie on the bed. I started kissing her all-over as she moaned and rolled her head from side to side. When I got down to her stomach she seemed to tense a little as my hand gently drifted over her still knicker-clad pussy. She surprised me when I stopped and looked at her and she said that she had followed my example. When I asked her what she meant she asked me to take her knickers off.

She has this beautifully smooth bald pussy, not a hair anywhere, but her lips were very swollen and her juices were over-flowing. I started kissing her stomach and thighs before really eating her. She certainly had been anticipating that moment because it didn’t take very long for her to have an orgasm accompanied by screams of ‘yes’, ‘yes.’ I lay next to her up on one elbow looking at her lovely 16 year old body. I can’t remember mine looking that good 6 years ago. Very slim, very blonde and with a smooth medium tan coloured skin.

All of a sudden Bridie brought my day-dream to an end by saying that that was the first time that anyone had ever done that to her and she asked if she could try to do it to me. After asking if any of her boyfriends had ever eaten her (no was the answer) I told her that she could only do it to me if she knelt either side of me and we did a proper 69. She was a real natural even down to the pulling of my clit with her teeth and pushing her tongue into my hole. I took my time and had a good look at her young pussy. Her clit isn’t as big as mine but she smelt and tasted really good.

Bridie came before me and the intensity made her bite my clit quite hard. That triggered me and I came shortly after her. We both collapsed and lay there for a few minutes before talking for hours. I told her all about Jon and me and she told me that she was a late developer and had only really reached puberty about 2 years ago; and that she was still a virgin.

She has quite an imagination but says that she is too shy to let any boys get further that a snog and a grope. Besides, her parents are very strict and she always has to be in quite early. I was just thinking about how I could help her when the bedroom door flew open and Jon walked in. He was furious and demanded to know what was going on. Bridie was frightened, and was trying to cover herself. Jon told her to keep quiet and keep still and that no harm would come to her. She seemed to relax when I told her that it was true, Jon would not hurt her, he’s not like that.

I explained everything to Jon and he calmed down. He asked Bridie if she was all right and told her to relax and stop being so shy. I put my arm round her and asked her and Jon if they would like a drink which I then went and got. When I got back Bridie was laughing so Jon must have said something to make her feel comfortable. She had even stopped trying to cover her nakedness.

We all went down to the lounge and I left them talking while I went and put dinner on. While we were eating (us 2 girls still naked) Jon told me that I was going to be punished for using his bed without asking him. He asked Bridie if she wanted to watch and after we had finished we all went up to the ‘punishment’ room. Bridie looked a little stunned by all the equipment there and just stood in silence as Jon restrained me spread-eagle face down on the bed.

Jon then told Bridie that he frequently administered punishment in the nude and would she mind if he took his clothes off. She didn’t say anything but I could see her shake her head indicating ‘no’ she didn’t mind. He took his clothes off and I watched Bridie’s eyes follow his soft dick as he got the tawse from where it was hanging on the wall and gave me the first stroke.

I could tell when it was going to land on my backside by the expression on Bridie’s face. As usual I said, “One - thank you master” and waited for the next one. By the time I had got to “Ten - thank you Master” Bridie was relaxing and even enjoying it. She was licking her lips and one of her hands was stroking her stomach and the front of her pussy. There was a pause after the first 10 as Jon moved to get a better position and then the 11th one landed partially on my right cheek and partially on my pussy. The second and last 10 all hit my pussy and by the time I had said, “Twenty - thank you Master” the tears were rolling down my cheeks and I was quite well lubricated.

Jon untied me and as I was getting up I could see Bridie really going at herself. Jon had sat on a chair and his erection was pointing to the ceiling, Bridie still staring at it. Jon motioned for me to go over to him and he pulled me down onto his lap, my back to his front, my legs outside of his and his dick lost inside me. He told me to finish myself off as Bridie continued to stare at us.

Needles to say all 3 of us came - can’t remember in what order. When Jon finally lifted me off him he looked at Bridie and asked her if she would like a go at either the punishment, or the fucking. I guess that she wasn’t ready for it because she said, “no”. Jon replied with “maybe next time.” Jon and Bridie got dressed and we drove her home, me still in the nude in the back of the car. It was a good job that it was dark by then. As she got out of the car Jon asked her if she would like to go out with us the following night. She said yes and we agreed to pick her up at 8:00 p.m.

Saturday September 5

I woke up with a sore backside and pussy. Late morning someone came to the door and Jon told me to wait upstairs until he called me. It was a conservatory salesman and Jon had done a deal with him to build one at the back of the house.

When Jon called me into the room the man didn’t look as surprised as I would expect him to be when a naked young woman walked into the room. It turned out that Jon had told him that his housekeeper usually walked around the house naked and that it was to be part of the contract that the workmen could look but not touch. If this condition were broken then they would not get paid for the job. The poor man could not take his eyes off me and Jon used that fact to get an extra discount. The job was to start the week after next.

That afternoon we went shopping in town. Jon had me wear my long wrap-around skirt and short baggy crop top. We went to the nice dress shop where Kelly worked but the girl assistant told us that Kelly had left and gone to work in Nottingham. The new assistant was nice but didn’t seem that friendly, just polite. We had a look at a few dresses and skirts but Jon didn’t like any of them so we moved on.

We went into a shoe shop and Jon bought himself a pair of shoes. While he was doing that he told me to try a few pairs on. Needless to say he told me to get a male assistant and to make sure that he got an eyeful of my pussy. It was quiet easy in the wrap-around skirt, just a case of letting it fall open.

Poor lad, he just didn’t know where to look. It was obvious where he wanted to look but he was just too shy to have a good look and he just kept having quick looks. I made eye contact with him and smiled and said, “it’s okay to look” but he still kept on with the quick looks then looking away.

From there we went to the ‘Private’ shop and had a good look at everything. Jon bought a vibrating egg and some leather straps that he wouldn’t let me look at, said they were going to be a surprise. After that we went home and had some tea. Later Jon told me to put a short cotton dress on and we went and collected Bridie. I went to the door while Jon waited in the car.

As Bridie got into the car Jon complimented her on her outfit. She looked great in a smart red dress with stockings and suspenders (as I found out later). Bridie asked Jon where we were going but he would only tell us that it was a surprise and one that would make her nervous to start off with, but she was to trust us.

We drove to a Leisure Centre in Mansfield called Water Meadows. Bridie said that she hadn’t planned on going swimming and hadn’t brought a costume. By that time I had realised what was going on, but didn’t say anything. Jon told Bridie not to worry and that everything was taken care of. After Jon had paid our money and we entered the changing area Bridie just stopped dead in her tracks. After a few seconds she said, “They’ve got no clothes on, what’s going on?” Jon told her that it was a ‘naturist swim’ and no one wore clothes at those. It took a couple of minutes to persuade Bridie to strip off with us and she looked great as she slowly took her clothes off. Needles to say Jon and me were naked within seconds. Bridie came out with statements like “Everyone’s looking at me” and “Everyone can see that I’ve shaved my pussy.” She said that she’d only ever seen naked people on the television (apart from Jon and me the previous day) and that no one had seen her naked since she was a little kid, not even her parents.

She started to relax a bit when she realised that everyone was just getting on with getting out of their clothes and into the pool. She also commented on the fact that there were other people with no pubic hair and that no one seemed to be taking any notice of them. Jon told her that they were just there to have good relaxing natural swim enjoying the lack of restrictions and inhibitions of clothes.

As we walked out into the swimming area Bridie was trying to cover herself and she just stood there for a couple of minutes watching all the naked people of all ages from babies to pensioners just doing what people normally do in a swimming pool. There’s not a lot at that Leisure Centre but we had a good time. Bridie managed to relax and enjoy herself apart from the times that men were following her up the stairs to the water slide. With their heads at her pussy level she was still self-conscious. In the end I sat on the side of the pool with my legs open wide and no one took a blind bit of notice so I managed to get her to do the same, but only for a few seconds.

We went up into the sauna and steam room suite and spent a bit of time there. Bridie had never been into a sauna, a steam room, nor a spa before. In there I whispered in Bridie’s ear that it was good having sex in a spa and she whispered back ‘chance’. I then told her that I was sure that I could arrange something, but not there as there were too many people. It was great being able to walk around and swim in the nude with lots of other people doing the same. So relaxing and natural. Non of the sexual excitement of being naked or semi-naked when everyone else has clothes on and people are trying to catch a glimpse of my breasts or pussy. I like both situations really, it depends upon the mood I’m in.

As we were getting dressed to leave we watched Bridie put her clothes on. Jon suggested that she leave her underwear off but after a few seconds thought she said, “maybe next time, I’ve got a lot of thinking to do.” When we dropped her off at home she gave us both a quick kiss, full on the lips. Jon invited her to go out with us the next Saturday. We arranged to pick her up at 8:00 p.m. again.

Back home Jon told me that the sight of Bridie getting dressed had turned him on a bit and he was going to ‘vent his lust’ on my body. I spent the night in his bed and went to sleep in the ’spoon’ position with him deep inside me.

Sunday September 6

Jon took me to the gym and I had to wear my white lycra shorts and a baggy crop top. By the time we had finished I had a big damp patch in the crotch which made the thin lycra virtually transparent. Good job that I don’t have any pubic hair as that would have been clearly visible.

From there we went into the sauna and Jon had me wearing one of the Leisure Centre’s towels that is only just big enough to cover my breasts and bum. Jon had me sit with my legs up bent at the knee so that my pussy was on display. A couple of teenage girls came in and one of them had a good look, but nothing else.

No swimming or spa, we went home after that. In the afternoon Jon got a bucket and some bags of white powder out of the garage. When I asked him what they were for he told me that he was going to take a plaster of Paris mould of the lower part of my torso. When I asked him what it was for he said he wasn’t sure, but it seemed like a good idea and could be fun. He had me stand (with my feet about a foot apart) in the kitchen while he first covered me from below my tits to my knees with Vaseline. Then he got a dildo and pushed it half into me. He said that he wanted to be able to know exactly where my hole was and the best angle to get into it. He then put 3 strips of clink-film up each side of me and just behind the dildo so that the mould would be easier to get off me once it was dry.

After that he wrapped some tea towels soaked in the plaster of Paris mixture round me. As the mixture dried he pasted more and more of it onto me until it was about half an inch thick. All this time I had to hold my stomach in so that my little podge wouldn’t be showing.

When he had finished we made me stay still for another 15 minutes to let it harden. It felt funny being encased like that. Sort of sexually exciting. Difficult to explain. When it came to get the mould off me we had difficult time. At one point I was beginning to think that I was stuck in it for life but Jon wasn’t giving up and in the end it came off. It looks good when the 2 halves are put together. You could even see the shape of my pussy lips as they gripped the dildo.

When the 2 halves are together the hole for the dildo makes me look as if I have a giant hole. Jon says that we will go for the top half next time, but I don’t know what position he will do it in as he says that he wants my tits to be ‘proud’. While I was getting cleaned-up Jon went to check his email, and apart from taking him some food, I never say him again until breakfast next morning.

“Yeah, I would.”

“We’ll look after your things here,” said Candy. “We can meet Sue another time.”

“Okay. We won’t be long.” Charlie reached out for Milly’s hand and the two of them headed along the littoral towards the concession. Trying not to stare, Milly looked around at her fellow nudists. All ages, all sizes, all relaxed. She spotted a few people she knew and waved, enjoying the shock on one or two faces as they recognized her, a little surprised herself at some she saw.

The concession wasn’t too busy and as they approached a tall, tanned brunette busy clearing tables glanced at them and smiled, giving a little wave. She took her tray of dirty dishes to the counter and had a quick word with the proprietor, who nodded. The brunette came towards them, smiling, and hugged Charlie.

“Hi, bro. You made it!”

“Sure did, sis, but I had a good incentive. It meant I got Milly out of her clothes. Milly, my sister Sue. Sue, this is Milly Thornberg. We were in school together.”

“Hi, Milly. Good to meet you.”

“You too. I guess the tan means you’re here regularly?”

The brunette nodded. “I work here two days, and I like to try to get here a couple of days when I’m not working. Stan says I can take my break now, so let’s grab an ice-cream and have a chat. My treat,” said Sue. She winked. “Staff discount.”

A minute or two later they sat in the shade of a clump of pines. Milly took a deep breath. Mmm, pine resin, clean, salt, sea air, and ice cream. Lovely. She glanced at Sue to find her watching her. Sue smiled, gesturing.

“I would guess you’d been here before, too. No tan lines, not like cottontail here.”

Milly laughed. “First time, honest. My friend Candy, her family has a pool and it’s secluded, so we tan there when her folks are out.”

“Well, bro,” said Sue, “you’ve lured this lovely lady here. Planning on coming again?”

“I think so, sis. I had two motives in luring Milly here. One was her, and you have to admit, I have good taste, don’t I?”

“Yep, you sure do, but I’m not so sure about hers,” said Sue, winking at Milly. “The other?”

“You, sis. I knew you were good-looking, I hadn’t realised you were so beautiful without your clothes.”

Sue grinned, showing no surprise or embarrassment, only pleasure. “You’re not so bad yourself, little brother.” Sue glanced at her watch, and stood. “Back to work. Good to meet you, Milly. Come around again.” She turned to Charlie and hugged him. “Look after her, Charlie, or you’re fish food.” She waved, and was gone.

“She’s nice, Charlie.”

“I know. I know some brothers and sisters fight, but Sue and me, we never did. Oh, we had disagreements, sure, but no serious fights.”

“Come on, let’s head back to Harry and Candy.”

The others were where they had left them, sprawled on beach towels, but a couple of family parties had drifted onto the beach, and two girls, late teens or twenties, awkward and shy, trying not to hide themselves, newcomers to the nude beach judging by their tan lines.

“Guess we behave ourselves, guys,” said Candy, grinning at Milly and Charlie as they sat.

“Guess so,” said Harry. “Never mind, sweetheart, we can misbehave later.”

“Talking of misbehaving, did you bring your camera?”

“Yeah, I did. Milly? Want those pics?”

“Yes, I do. Charlie, I promised my Aussie penfriend some pictures. She’s a naturist, and she sent me some of herself. You don’t mind, do you?” Milly held her breath. Was Charlie the possessive type? She really hoped not, and relaxed when Charlie shook his head, grinning at her.

“Of course not.”

“You any good with a camera, Charlie?” said Harry.

Charlie shrugged. “You point the tube with the glass in it at the subject, right?” he said, his tone innocent.

“So it wasn’t you who won the camera store competition, then?”

Charlie laughed, his hands up in surrender. “Guilty.”

“Why don’t you take Milly’s pictures? I don’t mind if you want to use my camera.”

“I’d love to,” said Charlie, “if Milly agrees. Do you?” he said, turning to her.

Milly felt a pulse in her pussy. “I’d like that,” she said, holding his eye.

“Me too,” he said, his tone soft. He turned to Harry. “What’s the camera?”

“Canon, digital reflex. Short telephoto lens. I only brought the one lens, I figured there’d be room to move back if necessary, and you can throw the background out of focus if necessary with a wide aperture.”

“Good thinking. Over there, Milly, that rock. We’ll start there, okay?”

“Sure,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

It was fun, posing for Charlie. He directed her easily, and she adopted the poses he suggested, realizing he was making no attempt to get her to be provocative, instead making the poses attractive without being too revealing. Thanks for that, Charlie, she thought. I wonder what they’d be like if they were for your eyes only? She laughed to herself. It might be fun to find out.

“Charlie?” she said, as he relaxed, finished.

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any objection to having your own picture taken naked?”

“Why would I object?”

“You might be shy.”

“Who’d see them?”

“Me, Candy, and Harry. And Jackie.”

“No objection, then. It might be different if you were planning on selling them to the Enquirer, or something.”

Milly giggled. “Good idea. Come on, let’s go see Harry and Candy.”

Back with the others, who’d been interested observers, but kept their distance, Milly asked, “Do you guys have any objection to a group shot for Jackie? All four of us?”

Harry and Candy looked at each other. Harry shrugged, shaking his head. “No problem,” said Candy. “But who takes it?”

“I thought we’d ask one of them,” said Milly, indicating the two girls who had also been interested observers.

“Good thinking,” said Candy. “I’ll go and ask them.” She stood and made her way across to the two girls, who looked slightly anxious as she approached, but they were smiling a moment or two later and came back with Candy.

“This is Lori,” said Candy. A redhead, with short, curly hair and a slender figure. “And this is Penny.” Shorter than her friend, brunette, slightly plumper. “They’ll be happy to take our picture.”

“Either of you use one of these before?” said Harry, indicating the camera.

“Not a Canon,” said Lori, “but my dad has a Nikon which is similar, I guess. He lets me use it.” She laughed. “But only when he’s around.”

“Okay,” said Harry. “Shutter here, autofocus on first touch. Fixed focal length, so you’ll need to adjust the framing by moving. Okay?”

“Okay,” said Lori, taking the camera. “Where?”

“Beside the pines, but with the sea behind us.”

“Let’s go.”

Lori took half a dozen photographs, but refused Harry’s offer to take their picture. “My dad would kill me if he saw them,” she said. “I’m still not sure how we got the nerve to come down here. You must have been before,” she said, indicating Milly and Candy. “No tan lines, not like us.”

Candy shrugged. “First time for us as well, but we have a pool at home, and no-one can see, so Milly and I sun ourselves there.”

“Lucky you,” said Lori. “Time we weren’t here. It’s been fun, nice to meet you guys.”

“You too, Lori, Penny. See you around.”

As the girls moved away and retrieved their belongings, Candy glanced at her watch. “Come on, Harry, take me home. Mom and Dad will be home around seven. It’s three-thirty now, so we have a little over three hours to think of something to do. Milly, we’ll see you later. Be back by eight, for dinner, okay? Charlie, if you want to come, too, you’re welcome. Mom and Dad don’t bite.”

“Thanks, Candy. I’d like that. See you later.”

Candy turned to Milly and hugged her. In her ear, so that no one else heard, she said, “want him?”

“Yes,” said Milly.

“Luck, kiddo. If Mom and Dad weren’t coming home I’d invite him to stay over.”

“Thanks, Candy. See you later.” She reached for Charlie’s hand as Harry and Candy moved away, turning to wave before they rounded the corner and out of sight. Milly sank back down onto the beach towel she’d brought, drawing Charlie down beside her. “What would you like to do?” she said.

“I daren’t answer that.”

“Why not?”

“You’d never speak to me again.”

“I doubt that,” said Milly. She had a good idea of what Charlie was thinking. “What was it, fucking me?”

Charlie drew a sharp breath, staring at her. Relaxing a little, he nodded. “Yes, of course it is. You’re lovely.”

“And I’m not a virgin,” said Milly, fighting a giggle. I won’t tell you it was just last night, and with Harry.

“Who - ” Charlie began, then shook his head. “None of my business. Sorry. I won’t ask.”

“Ask if you want, I won’t tell you who, or when,” said Milly. “Accept that, and we move on.”

“Move on to what?”

“Finding somewhere we can be alone,” said Milly, suppressing a grin as she watched surprise, desire and naked want pass over Charlie’s expression.

“You want to?” said Charlie, letting hope add to his facial mixture.

“Yes, I want to. If you think that makes me a slut, then fuck off out of my life, Charlie.”

Charlie shook his head. “No!” he cried. “That makes you the girl of my dreams, Milly. Honest, beautiful and sexy as hell.” He gave her a wry grin. “I’ve been fighting an erection all day, just looking at you.”

Milly grinned and stretched across to kiss him, a mere touch of lips, but she felt herself moisten. “Well?” she said.

“I know a little place,” he said, hesitant.

“Let’s go,” said Milly, uncoiling to her feet and holding her hand out.

Forty minutes drive took them to a gate on a private road. Charlie took a key from his pocket and unlocked the gate, drove the car through, and locked the gate behind him again. Another ten minutes, and he drew the car up beside a tiny cabin, on a little meadow amongst birch and pine, a stream chuckling close by. Milly got out of the car and gazed around, a smile on her face.

“Whose is this? It’s beautiful.”

Charlie grinned. “It’s mine. My granddad left it to me when he died last year. It’s forestry land around here, but the cabin and a half acre around it are private. It was part of the contract when the land was sold. As long as I pay any taxes that are due it stays mine.”

“Charlie, it’s lovely. This is where you wanted to bring me, so we can be alone?”

“It is.”

Milly smiled at him. “I love it, but for now, come here and kiss me. Convince us both it’s a good idea.” Her new-found confidence almost startled her. Being naked in public? Maybe. Her arms slid up and around Charlie’s neck as he bent to kiss her.

The kiss was tentative at first. Much as they liked each other, this was new. It could be the start of something glorious, or, if anything went wrong, a trip into pain and humiliation. Milly was enjoying the feel of Charlie’s lips on hers, firm, warm, his hands on her back warm against the skin below her halter top. She wasn’t sure quite when it changed, but suddenly it was urgent, and her lips parted, her tongue tip playing along Charlie’s lip as his own tongue tip sought hers.

His grip on her back tightened, and hers on him. They were pulling each other into the kiss, lips mashing, tongues twining, duelling, in the arena of their mouths, and Milly felt a moan building in her throat as she lost herself in Charlie’s kiss. With a last, faint effort of will she broke the kiss, pushing back a little, staring into his eyes. Her shock, her desire, was reflected in Charlie’s face.

For a long, long moment they stared at each other, until Milly stretched up and kissed Charlie’s nose. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?” His voice was ragged. Like hers.

“Have you got any rubbers?”

Mute, he shook his head.

“Get some. I’m not on the pill, not yet. If you kiss me like that, again, I’m not gonna be responsible for my actions. And for that reason, get me out of here. Now. Before I do something stupid.” Milly stepped back, out of Charlie’s arms. There was a light in his eyes, desire for her, she thought, but tempered with the realization that if he tried anything, it could go badly wrong. She touched his arm. “I want to do it, Charlie, but I don’t want us rushed. I want us to be able to take our time. We’re new to each other, we need to learn, and that takes time. Please understand?”

He nodded. “I do, Milly. We go,” he said, his voice still ragged. “Come on.” He led the way to the car, and Milly followed, taking his hand. He looked across at her, squeezing her fingers. He took a deep breath, and exhaled noisily. “Straight to Candy’s place?”

“Please. Are you staying for dinner?”

“I’d like that. Can we stop off at home so I can let Mom know?”

“Of course.”

They drove in silence for a little while, neither of them feeling the need for small talk, both minds in turmoil. Milly smiled to herself. I want him, she thought. I most certainly do want him. Oh, yes!

When Charlie pulled up outside his home, he turned to Milly. “I’d like you to meet Mom, but not yet. Does that make sense?”

“No, but I won’t argue.” Milly laughed. “The fact that my nipples seem to be trying to bore holes through my top might make her think the wrong thing.”

“Tomorrow, you can take the top off if you like,” said Charlie, and winked. “Back in a moment.” Milly laughed as he ran inside. Too true, buddy. Get us alone and I’ll let you take the top off for me!

Charlie was gone for only a couple of minutes and came hurrying back to the car. “Okay,” he said. “Mom’s not expecting me until late. Back to Candy’s?”

“We’d better. It’s getting on for six. Maybe we can have a quick swim before dinner. Suits on, I’m afraid. Candy’s folks will be home by seven.”

“I can take it. I have the memory of the lovely naked you to sustain me through any clothed period,” Charlie said dramatically.

“Clown!” Milly punched his arm. But not hard.

“Brute,” said Charlie. “Milly?”

“Yes?”

“I thought yesterday, when you opened the door, that you were the loveliest creature I had ever seen. Today, after seeing all of those other lovelies, Candy, Kirsty, Jeanie, Mary, Sue, Lori, Penny and all of the others whose names I don’t know, you’re still the loveliest I’ve ever seen.”

There was a long pause, as Milly waited for Charlie to look at her. When he did, she blew him a kiss. “Thank you,” she said.

“My pleasure,” said Charlie. “Can I paint you?”

“Sorry?”

“Paint you. I dabble a bit, and I’d like to paint you. Not a nude, although I’d love to paint you nude, but a portrait, so that I can show the world how lovely you are.”

“Charlie, do you write poetry?”

“Huh?”

“Poetry, Charlie. You know what poetry is, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. And yes, I do, but I’m a better painter.”

Milly laughed, fighting the urge to giggle. “I thought you must, you seem to have a romantic outlook on life.”

“That’s bad?”

“That’s good. A girl likes a bit of romance.”

Charlie groaned. “Now she tells me. And I took you to a nude beach for a first date.”

Milly let the giggle out. “It was fun. Now we have no illusions about each other.”

“I already knew you were lovely before we went. I had the advantage.”

“And I had the pleasure of discovery.”

“And?”

Milly looked across at Charlie. “And, what?”

“And what did you discover?”

“You really want to know?”

“I think I do.”

“I discovered that a boy I knew from school is not only the un-geekiest of self-affirmed geeks, he’s also considerate, attentive, good-looking out of his clothes and kisses like a dream.”

Charlie turned and blew Milly a kiss. “My turn to say ‘thank you’.”

“My pleasure. Guess we’re here.”

The car locked, they rang the doorbell. Mrs Clark opened it, a smile on her face.

“Hello, Milly. We got back a little early. And you must be Charlie. Candy said you were coming. Please, come on in.”

“Thanks, Mrs Clark.”

“Candy and Harry are in the pool. Charlie, there’s a changing room out by the pool. If you have no swimsuit with you, we keep spares for guests. Not elegant, but functional.”

“Thank you, Mrs Clark. This way?”

“That’s right. Pool on the right, changing on the left.”

“Charlie?” said Milly. “See you in the pool, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

Swapping t-shirt and shorts for swim shorts took Charlie no time, and he went straight out to the pool. Candy waved from the middle of the pool. Harry was sitting on the edge and turned to grin at Charlie.

“Where’s Milly?” Candy called.

“Getting changed. She’ll be right out.”

In the guest room, Milly had stripped naked and stretched for a moment before donning her bikini. She thought about Charlie’s little cabin, and the kiss they’d shared, feeling herself moisten again. She grinned. Better get in the pool, quick. She grabbed her bikini from her bag and donned it, then trotted downstairs and out to the pool. Charlie was in the water, holding the edge, chatting to Harry, and Candy was at the far end, just about to turn. She did, spotted Milly, stopped and waved her to come across, so Milly trotted along the side, past Harry and dived in, surfacing beside Candy, who grinned at her.

“Well?” she said.

“Well, what?” said Milly, grinning back at her friend.

“You and Charlie? Did you?”

“None of your business, Candace Clark.”

“Which means no, you didn’t.”

Milly made a face. “No, we didn’t, but we will tomorrow.”

“Definite?”

“Unless there’s an earthquake or something.”

“Looking forward to it?”

“I get wet every time I think about it, and I’m thinking about it all of the time, so I get very wet.” Milly giggled. “Maybe I should wear a diaper, or something.”

“Or something, yeah. Come on, let’s go see our men.”

The four of them messed about in the pool for half an hour or so, until Mrs Clark came out to tell them dinner would be in twenty minutes.

“Okay, Mom,” said Candy. “Charlie, your gear in the downstairs changing room?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“There’s a shower there, so you use that. Harry, you use the guest room shower, and no peeking at Milly’s underwear. Milly, you come in with me. Okay with everybody?”

“If Harry lets me get what I’m wearing this evening first, fine,” said Milly.

“Okay, guys and gal, living room in fifteen minutes. Go!”

When Milly and Candy came downstairs, Harry and Charlie were already in the living room, chatting. Charlie’s eyes went straight to Milly and he smiled. “You look lovely,” he said.

Milly grinned at him, pleased she’d chosen the backless sundress. It went well with her hair, and her tan, and showed off a good portion of her long legs. “Thank you, kind sir,” she said.

Candy, in shorts and a low-cut sleeveless tank top, perched herself on Harry’s knee.

“Any special plans for tomorrow, you guys?”

Milly and Charlie looked at each, and, quite spontaneously, grinned. Candy exploded with laughter.

“Right,” she said, “we expect you when we see you. Have fun!”

“We will,” said Milly, winking at Charlie, who looked a little uncomfortable. “Don’t doubt it for a moment.”

Mrs Clark called them to dinner just then. Joe and Betty Clark were good hosts, and enjoyed the company of young people, so it was a cheerful meal, with good, light conversation, mainly centred around what the four young people planned to do at college.

“I know what the others are doing,” said Betty, “but you’re new to me, Charlie. So what are you studying?”

Charlie grinned. “I surprised myself. I have the reputation of being a computer geek,” he said, bowing to the nods and grins from his friends, “and I thought of doing computer science, but when I thought hard about it, I realised that, while I loved it as a hobby interest, that was where I wanted to keep it. I had a good talk with advisors at school and I’m doing Fine Arts, with Photography.”

“Which explains why you want to paint me,” said Milly.

“Nude?” said Joe Clark, with a wink at Milly, who was startled to realise that Charlie wasn’t flushing.

“I’d love to,” said Charlie, reaching out and squeezing Milly’s fingers, “but I might want to exhibit it and I don’t want to embarrass Milly.”

Milly laughed. “You walk me the length of a nude beach and then say that? Give me a break!”

“Nude beach?” said Betty, and Milly flushed, about to apologise, but realised that Betty Clark looked interested rather than anything else.

“Dover Point, Mom,” said Candy. “We all went. Good fun!”

“Your Dad and I have talked about it, but weren’t sure how you would feel. Were there many old wrinklies like us?” Betty said, laughing.

“You and Dad?” said Candy, obviously surprised, but pleased, too, Milly could tell.

“Why not us?” said Joe, his tone mild.

“No reason at all that I can think of, Mr Clark,” said Milly. “There were quite a few of your age on the beach, and you know what? They all looked happy to be there.”

“Definitely,” said Candy. “Dad, you don’t have to work again until next week, do you?”

“No, hon, I don’t.”

“Harry and I want to go back to the beach, ‘cos we enjoyed it. Come with us? Milly and Charlie have plans of their own tomorrow, but there’s nothing to stop you. That is, if you want to?”

Joe and Betty looked at each other, and Joe shrugged. “Up to you, hon. I don’t particularly care who sees my old hide.”

Betty bit her lip, then nodded. “Okay, Candy, we’ll give it a go.”

“You know Kirsty Anderson? She was a year ahead of me at high school? Well, she took her Mom last year. They both go regularly, now.”

“Helen Anderson goes?”

“Sure does, Mom. We never saw her, but Kirsty was there.”

Betty nodded decisively. “If Helen can do it, so can I. Okay, Candy, your dad and I will come with you and Harry tomorrow. I’ll hide behind you, because all the guys will be looking at you. Harry, why are you shaking your head?”

“Mrs Clark, forgive me for saying so, but you are a very attractive woman, and it’s no surprise where Candy gets her looks from. Agree, Charlie?”

“Definitely. Like Candy said, Milly and I have plans for the morning, and possibly early afternoon, but if you leave it until after lunch, we’ll join you there. Would that suit you, Milly?”

Milly was doing rapid calculations. Get away shortly after nine, say a two hour round trip to Charlie’s cabin, a nice leisurely fuck or two, say two hours. Total, say, four and a half hours. “Around two, I think we could be there,” she said, winking at Charlie.

“Okay,” said Candy. “Dover Point at two. Okay, Mom? Dad?”

“Okay, hon,” said Betty. “In case we chicken out early, you and Harry go in your car, and your Dad and I will go in ours.”

“If you like it, do we sign up for the club?” said Candy.

“We’ll see,” said Betty.

“If you do, can we skinny-dip at home, too?”

Betty laughed. “You do already, don’t you?”

“Only Milly and me, Mom. We weren’t sure about how you’d feel if Harry and Charlie joined in,” said Candy, rather avoiding telling the full truth, Milly noticed. But it was true that it had been just her and Candy. And occasionally Trudi Jansen, but they’d seen less of Trudi after she’d started dating Alan Wilson at Christmas.

“I’ll think about it,” said Betty. “Now, is everyone finished?”

Thinking about the evening as she prepared for bed, Milly reflected that she’d had a great day overall. Charlie was turning out to be quite a guy, she decided. A self-confessed geek who didn’t seem to be at all. I’ll ask him about that, she thought. She sighed. Candy had even taken her dildo back. she’d apologised, but with Harry having gone home, she’d needed it, she said. Still got my fingers, Milly thought, closing her eyes and imagining Charlie with an erection.

Charlie picked her up shortly after nine next morning. In the car, he turned to Milly. “My cabin?”

Milly nodded. “Definitely.” She paused, but Charlie interrupted, a flush on his face.

“I got some rubbers.”

Milly grinned. “Good.”

“Actually, Sue gave them to me. She said she could see a strong attraction between us and told me never to put you at risk, then she shoved the pack in my hands and said, ‘but enjoy yourselves’.”

“Observant lady, your sister.”

“Yeah. Too much so, at times. This time, A-Okay.”

“Let’s go, if we’re going to be back at the beach for two.”

“Milly, I’m sorry, I never thought.”

“I know. Typical male.” She grinned. “It’s okay, I’d like to see what Candy’s parents are like, anyway! If we go now, we should have plenty of time. We can work up an appetite, ready to get something from Sue when we hit the beach.”

Charlie started the car, and they were away. “Fast thinker! I knew I liked you for more than your glorious body.”

“I bet you say that to all the nude girls.”

“Yeah. I do. Sum total, one.”

Unlike the previous day, they chatted idly as Charlie drove to his cabin, talking of everything and nothing, except what was on both of their minds. It was nearing ten when Charlie pulled up beside the cabin.

“This time,” said Milly. “I get to see the inside.”

The cabin was small, only two rooms. A kitchen took up most of one end, with a table and two chairs, and a couch, a pump for the water. The bedroom at the other had an old brass bed, covered with a bright patchwork quilt.

“No john?” said Milly.

Charlie made a face. “Outhouse, out the back door.”

“I’ll save myself for the moment,” said Milly, with a grin. She moved into Charlie’s arms, stretching up to kiss him. “Say, mister. You got me here. What we gonna do?”

“What would you like to do?” said Charlie.

“Fuck,” said Milly, then stopped, suddenly realising the enormity of what she had just said. Eyes wide, she looked up at Charlie. It took him three attempts to clear his throat.

“Are you sure?” he said, his voice unsteady.

Suddenly, she was. “Absolutely.”

Charlie looked away for a moment, swallowing, then his eyes came back to hers. “I’ve never, I mean this is my, um.” His voice trailed off.

“First time?” said Milly. Mute, Charlie nodded. “And only my second. so, okay, we take it slow and easy. Couch or bed? My vote is the bed, there’s more room to play.”

“Bed.”

“Okay, bed it is.” In the bedroom, Milly turned to Charlie, then gave him a quick kiss. “Undress me, Charlie.”

She’d dressed carefully. Outwardly, a sleeveless tank top and shorts, but under the outer clothes she was wearing a half-cup bra that seemed to be made of black cobwebs, with thong panties to match, and she wanted to see Charlie’s reaction. She sneaked a glance down. Looked like Charlie’s reaction had started!

He reached out to the hem of her tank top, and gingerly began to raise it, so Milly lifted her arms and let him lift it off. He stood with it in his hand for a moment, staring at her, then tossed it aside onto the bed. He lifted a timid hand to her bra.

“Front-fastening, sweetheart,” she murmured, and waited until he worked out how the catch fastened, feeling her nipples get even harder as Charlie uncovered her.

“Gorgeous,” he said, “simply gorgeous,” and buried his face between her breasts, breathing deeply, before pulling back, smiling at her. “May I touch?” he said.

“Please,” she whispered, shuddering as his warm hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing lightly over her nipples. She could feel herself getting wetter. Charlie broke the contact, and she felt his hands at her waistband, loosening the catch, sliding her zipper down, then tugging gently so that her shorts dropped to her ankles. He went to his knees before her, his fingers on her waistband, and looked up.

She nodded. “Take them off.” She felt his fingers slide the wisp of panties down, feeling the air on her mons, closing her eyes to savor the moment, jumping, startled, as she felt his breath on her and, a moment later, the touch of his lips. She moaned deep in her throat, feeling his mouth leave her. Her eyes opened and she looked at him.

She smiled. “My turn now. Stand straight.” She took the hem of his t-shirt in her fingers and lifted it, pressing forward as it came off over his head so that her nipples brushed his chest. He shuddered. Her fingers went to his waistband and unbuttoned him. Then she began to slide the zipper down, but his own fingers had to help her get past the bulge of his prick. I want to see that, she thought, ‘cos it sure feels good. As Charlie’s shorts hit the ground, she took hold of the waistband of his boxers and began to move it down. This time, she didn’t need his help, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment as she saw his erection for the first time, hot and hard, a tangle of dark curls at its root. Oh, yes! I want that in me!

Charlie stepped out of his shorts and boxers and took Milly’s hand, moving her towards the bed. She looked down for a moment and burst into laughter. Startled, Charlie looked down, then grinned. “Oops,” he said, lifting her, laying her on the bed and pulling her sneakers off, discarding his own, pulling off his socks, and then laying beside her on the bed. She reached for him and their lips came together in a kiss, hot, demanding, a promise from each of them.

Eventually, they broke the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Milly smiled.

“I want you,” she said.

“I want you right back.”

“Charlie, are you excited?”

He gave her a wry look, and indicated his prick, hot, hard, a trace of moisture at its tip. “Can’t you guess?”

Milly giggled. “You’re excited. Me, too, I’m soaking. If you put it into me now, how soon would you come?”

Charlie made a wry face. “Very quickly, I think.”

“That’s what I thought. Don’t get me wrong, I want it in me, and soon, but I want it to last.” She looked away for a moment, and there was color in her cheeks when she turned back. “Can I suck you off? Then you’ll last longer when we fuck.”

Charlie stared at her, then groaned. “God, yes!”

“I’ve never done it before, so tell me if I do anything wrong,” she said, and bent over him. Her mouth made an ‘O’ and her head went down, her lips covering him. He hissed in a breath as her mouth travelled down the hot, hard length of him. She stopped before he hit the back of her throat, not trusting herself not to gag, and came back up, her lips pursed, her mouth wet, letting the head of his prick slip from her mouth with an audible ‘pop’. She smiled up at him, pushing her hair out of the way. “Okay so far?”

“You have no idea,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

“I’m doing it right?”

“Hell, yes!”

Milly grinned and her mouth closed over him again. ‘Just fuck him with your mouth’, Candy had told her when she’d had a slightly embarrassed and hurried word with her friend. ‘And watch out for your teeth!’ She could manage that, she figured, and began a gentle rise and fall on Charlie’s prick. Hot, it filled her mouth and she had a brief moment of panic when she thought he was coming, but it was just a deep groan from Charlie and she carried on, but not for long, because she felt his fingers in her hair, and heard another groan.

“I’m close, baby, very close,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “You’re gonna make me come!”

Swallow, or don’t swallow, she wondered, with a wild corner of her mind. Candy swallowed, she knew that, but she’d had more experience. Before she could formulate a decision, Charlie groaned again, she felt a pulse deep down and her mouth was suddenly full of a pulsing prick, jetting freely into her throat. She swallowed without thinking, trying to clear her throat, almost frantic as Charlie came, but slowing now, the jet becoming a trickle, then a pulse, and then nothing. She licked around the head of his prick and it twitched, with an accompanying gasp from Charlie. With a final lick, and then a kiss, she lifted her head, and sat back on her heels.

Charlie’s eyes were closed, there was sweat on his face, and his breathing was heavy, but as his eyes opened, a beatific smile spread across his face. “Wow,” he said.

Milly giggled. “Wow?”

Charlie nodded. “Definitely. Wow. You never did that before?”

Milly shook her head. “You’re my first.”

“Absolutely incredible, Milly. Absolutely fucking incredible.”

“You liked it?”

“I loved it. I’ve never been sucked off before, blown, or whatever it’s called, but after that, I’d say you were a natural.”He grinned up at her. “Come here.”

She lay herself along him, hips touching, one leg between his, her hand on his chest. She stretched up and kissed his nose. “Any left where that came from?” she said.

“Soon,” said Charlie. “I just need to recover a little first.”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

“Good. I like you here just fine.”

“Me too.”

There was a long, comfortable pause, then Charlie stirred. “Milly?”

“Hmm?”

“How can one guy get so lucky?”

Milly lifted her head and smiled at him. “I was thinking the same, ‘cept the other way around.”

“Milly, you said you’d been fucked once before?”

“Once, yes.”

“Good?”

“Very, but don’t worry, sweetheart, the prick I want inside me is attached to you.” She blew him a kiss. “If it’s not too good first time, well, we practice until it’s “very” good. Okay?”

“Very okay.” Another long pause. “Milly?”

“Yeah?”

“Ever been eaten?”

She lifted her head and looked at him, excited suddenly. She shook her head. “Never. Why, are you offering?”

Charlie laughed. “Yes, I guess. I’ve never done it before.”

“And I had never given a boy a blow-job before. Maybe we can go for three firsts in one morning.”

“Three?”

“Blow-job, pussy-eating, and fucking.”

“I love the sound of that,” said Charlie, rich contentment in his voice. “Ease off, hon, lie back and spread those lovely legs. Snack time for Charlie!”

With a laugh, Milly did just that, easing herself up the bed so that the pillows supported her, spreading her legs so that Charlie could kneel between them. He paused looking down at her, and she flushed as she caught his eye, fighting the urge to bring her knees together to hide herself.

Charlie smiled at her. “Beautiful,” he said, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue stroking up the full length of her cleft. She groaned as the sensations raced through her, her very being seeming concentrated in the sensations Charlie was inducing in her pussy.

“Okay, hon?” he said, lifting his head for a moment, Milly’s juices bright on his chin.

“Yes! Keep doing that!”

Milly was already excited, Charlie was enthusiastic, if unskilled, but he knew enough to pay attention to Milly’s clit, and she could feel the excitement building in her. She groaned, loving the feel of his mouth and tongue on her, her fingers in his hair. She had a sudden, frantic vision of Candy eating her and felt a surge, her climax building in her, her fingers tight in Charlie’s hair as his tongue took her over the edge and then her climax surged through her, her thighs clamping on Charlie’s head as her belly rippled, her pussy sucking at Charlie’s tongue, trying to draw the non-existent seed from him.

Slowly, gradually, they stilled, and Milly unclamped her knees from Charlie’s head. He sat back, rubbing his ear and she heard herself give an embarrassed giggle.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” she murmured. “I guess you got me excited.”

Charlie grinned. “A small price to pay, Milly. I think we both got excited.” His prick was standing hot and proud, and Milly groaned.

“Charlie,” she said, her voice hoarse, a husky parody of itself. “Get a rubber on that thing and get it in me. Please?”

He rolled off the bed and fumbled frantically in the pocket of his shorts, taking out a foil-wrapped package. He ripped it open and was ready to roll the rubber onto his hardness when Milly reached out to stop him.

“Can I do it?” she murmured. Charlie grinned and passed her the rubber, kneeling tall so that his erection was there, ready for her. Tongue tip protruding between her lips Milly carefully unrolled the rubber onto the hot, hard length of him. Finished, she lay back again, her legs spread. Their eyes locked. “Fuck me, Charlie?” she said.

Weight on his arms, he shuffled forward, angling himself so that his prick was at her opening. She reached down, taking gentle hold of him and guiding him into herself as he pushed forward. As the bulb of his prick moved into her they groaned in unison, each of them delighting in the feel of hot pussy around hard prick.

“You feel incredible,” said Charlie, his voice a croak, a look almost of wonder on his face.

“And you feel pretty fucking good to me,” Milly murmured.

“Oh, God, Milly, you feel so fucking tight!” He pushed in, but her juices hadn’t wet him enough and he faltered.

“Pull back, then push in again,” she managed to say, feeling empty as he pulled back, full again as he pressed into her, further now with her juices spread over him. Again he did and she groaned as she felt him fill her, a groan echoed by Charlie as he felt her heated wetness envelop him. He paused a moment, eyes closed and then began to move, pulling back from her, pushing back again, more freely now as Milly’s juices flowed.

She fought a giggle at the wet slurp of him moving in her, but her main sensation was pleasure, Her hands were on his shoulders as he fucked her, his skin warm, a sheen of sweat on their brows in the summer warmth, slick film between them at their joining. There was a smell of hot dust, a hint of pine resin from the surrounding trees, and male musk from Charlie, his breathing heavier now as he thrust into her yielding depths. She squeezed down on him as he thrust, exhilarating at the feel of him within her, bringing her knees up, to hook her feet together behind Charlie’s ass. I love fucking, she thought suddenly, almost surprising herself. Oh, yes! I wish I’d started doing this sooner.

“I love fucking,” she said.

“Yes!” said Charlie, his breathing heavier now, pushing deep into her on every stroke. “Oh, yes!”

Milly could feel the beginnings of a climax building, and she closed her eyes and let sensation carry her. The feel – the sound - of Charlie thrusting into her, the alternate filling and emptying, the heat, yes, and the sweat, they all combined to make the moment real, special, giving herself to this boy she’d known for years, but who was suddenly her lover.

And making a fucking great job of it, too! For all it was his self-confessed first time.

“Milly,” he gasped, “I’m getting close.”

“Me, too, lover. Go for it!” Inspired, as Charlie lifted on his back stroke, she slid a flat hand between them, sliding it down to her clit, her fingers feeling Charlie’s prick thrusting into her as she added her self-stimulation to the sensation mix. It was only moments before she felt herself rise to her peak and just as she felt her pussy spasm in climax she heard Charlie’s triumphant cry as his hips jerked in reflex at his own release and for a few moments they were lost in the mutual almost-agony, the miniature death of orgasm.

Gasping for breath, they clung to each other as the sensations slowly eased. Charlie was the first to find his voice, a look almost of awe in his eyes as he smiled down at her, a smile of love, a smile of satisfaction.

“Thank you, Milly, thank you so much.”

“For what? Fucking? I wanted it, too, you know.”

He shook his head. “That was more than just fucking, Milly. That was sharing an absolutely incredible experience.” Sudden doubt on his face. “At least it was for me.”

“Me, too, Charlie,” she said, her voice soft. “Me, too.” She stretched up and kissed him.

“Milly?”

“Mmm?”

“I want to do that again as often as we can possibly manage it.”

She grinned at him. “Don’t worry, hon. That makes two of us!” She angled her head, trying to see his watch. “What time is it?”

“Just after eleven-fifteen. Why? Going somewhere?” There was a smile in his eyes.

“Dover Point, to meet Candy and Harry, remember?” She grinned at him. “But not before we’ve had a little rest, then got you hard again so we can have seconds.”

“Amen to that,” said Charlie.

*

“That’s it from Milly and Charlie for the moment. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my little tale. Votes are nice – go on, it’s only a mouse click – but feedback’s even better.”

Next thing, Kelvin’s in right beside me and the damn amazing French girl’s sending me right over the top by squeezing my balls gently and talking French to my dick while its’s pumping in and out her mouth.

I came, hard, holding her silky hair, feeling her make appreciative noises as I pulled, amazed at this beauty who was swallowing everything I could give her. She took the lot, not spilling a drop.

I slumped back, not really bothering if Kelvin took in the sight of my spent cock slipping from her lips or not – I was in that momentary headbuzz, post-cum, delirium, catching my breath.

Kelvin’s interests were entirely focused on Felice, I was pleased to note, and she showed no moralistic objections to seeing the guy take his cock out and stroke it as he gazed at her open pussy and spectacular big tits.

Sat beside his girlfriend she might have been for the night, sharing a house with his cousin and staying over with him and his family for this wedding weekend - it made no difference in terms of Felice’s libido. She was positively wide-eyed with the acute horn and those nipples swelled with desire as she smiled hungrily at Kelvin’s thick cock. He jerked it in short bursts, letting his hand whack against the wide rim of his swollen, mushroom-shaped, circumcised cockhead.

She teased him a bit, if that were any more possible, by running her hands over her awesome breasts, pinching her pink rubbery tips. She ran a finger over the shiny purple flesh of Kelvin’s helmet, looking at both of us with undisguised lust.

I felt another surge of desire re-inflate my sagging hardon – one of those situations in which your brain’s so buzzed the dick never really goes down.

Kelvin stepped forward, letting Felice willingly, take his length into her mouth.

“Oh, yes. . .” he smiled, winking at me as his hands moved Felice’s head back and forth. I saw both her hands go between her legs again, watched her rub at her clit with one set of fingers while the other pummelled her gaping hole. All the while she let Kelvin fuck her mouth as fast and roughly as he wished.

But he was a gentleman, never taking it beyond vigorous excitement, making them both moan with the thrill of it all.

Slightly more detached, I heard inquisitive voices outside again. It stopped me from giving myself another jerk, caught at half-mast as my ears defied my eyes’ orders and considered the danger nearby.

Then Kelvin was grunting, announcing he was coming. I think he went to release Felice’s head – proper gent – but she was a real trooper – she left her own pussy alone and grasped his butt with both hands, forcing him to unload down her throat just as I had. Kelvin came with breathless, muttered expletives.

Felice lay back again as he recovered. Both of us drank in the sight of her aroused sex and fabulous figure.

I wondered what next? A screw? But she said softly, reminding us, “Wehad better return. . .”

Of course, this was the cue for a panicking Kelvin and myself to hurriedly do our clothing back up. We heard a few guys right outside the door. I urged her to cover up with whispered warnings. She just smiled and said, “No –you two go now, go quick. I come soon. . .”

It puzzled me for a second but I soon realised that she actually wanted us to open the stall door – she was still so damn horny she desired the thrill of more exposure.

A quick glance to Kelvin, then we took off. Four guys were gathered around the door. At first they looked appalled to see us two come out but that disgust soon hit awe when they looked behind us and saw the stall door wide open, but not as wide open as Felice’s legs and that pussy still trickling her arousal. She had a look of mock surprise and added to the tease by holding both breasts in her hands so the guys couldn’t catch a glimpse of her nipples. She quickly banged the door shut. The blokes looked at Kelvin and I like we were their new Gods.

We grinned, shrugged, left. I checked back over my shoulder before going into the main hall again – the guys hadn’t kept Felice prisoner or anything like that which had crossed my mind –she was giggling as she spilled out the gents, barging through the guys and straightening her skirt as she made for the ladies. They all followed us back in to the bar wearing the same shit-eating grins as us.

Something which did not go un-noticed by Kelvin’s girl, Annie.

“What have you lot been up to?” she grinned, totally unsuspecting.

“Um, just, eh, sharing a laugh with those lads,” said Kelvin. “One of them. . .Um, thinks he’s got a chance with. . .Em, thingy. . .”

“Felice?” Annie looked intrigued.

“Yeah!” said Kelvin, performing brilliantly. “Damn, forgot her name for a sec. French an’ that. . .”

Annie tutteed. “You’re so daft sometimes. Which guy fancies her?” she looked at the receeding group of four as they approached the bar.

“Bloke with the bald head,” I quipped. “Speaks French. . .”

Kelvin shot me a disbelieving look. I shrugged.

Annie and Melanie were looking over. Melanie said, “Well, I don’t think much of him. .. Anyway, I think Felice might have had a bit much to drink. . .She’s been gone to the bathroom for a little while. I might go see if she’s alright. . .”

I wasn’t sure what to say – ‘It’s okay she’s probably just gargling with our sperm right now’?

Mercifully, the French vixen slinked back amongst us before I needed to speak, taking her seat between the two girls like nothing had ever happened. She smiled over at Kelvin and me as we asked politely along with the girls if Felice was bearing up okay.

Of course she was, she said, just needed some respite from the hot atmposphere – gone to ’suck in some air’ she said, an excruciating joke on Kelvin and I who did amazingly well not to react suspiciously as the cheeky minx smiled sweetly at us.

Instead, I dragged the boy wonder up to the bar where we got drinks up while sharing our disbelieving delight with each other and getting our cover story right should anything untoward crop up later.

But we need not have worried. The girls were involved in girl chat when we returned and Kelvin and I spent the last hour of the party talking with each other and the occasional visitor to our table.

I finished my last drink, thinking strongly about getting home quick and shagging Michelle no matter how ill she was – the horn was well and truly on after the evening’s thrills.

But Kelvin stayed my retirement by inviting me back to his family home for late drinks – with Annie, Melanie, and excitingly, Felice. All those girls staying over? I readily accepted, both Kelvin and I hoping for more sights of Felice’s flesh and relishing the chance to give her more opportunity to dare. I saw it in her eyes, that mischief when we all got up to go get the taxi.

Then, a dampner.

No taxi - a run back with Kelvin’s mum and dad and sister –the birthday girl. That meant another hour of polite conversation back at the farmhouse while they made coffee.

We all sat round their large, expensively-furnished lounge for what seemd like ages before the parents said their goodnight. I was sure Kelvin’s dad was eyeing up Felice. I had no angle on her, sitting where I was and neither did Kelvin. But I suspected his dad got a shock or two given where he had been sitting – perfect to catch Felice as she squirmed, perched on the broad arm of a couch next to Melanie. I bet the wife got an energetic seeing-to that night.

Kelvin put on some music when they were gone. I wondered if it might disturb them – worried about my chances of seeing Felice’s pussy again before I went home more like – but Kelvin assured me their room was a suite in a another wing of the house, far from where we sat. Nice if you can get it, this big farmhouse ‘wing’ stuff. . .

That left the four girls and us two. Birthday girl Patricia was so sloshed with alcohol she did not last much longer than her parents, thanking us all for an amazing night, etc,etc, before finally staggering off to bed.

Kelvin decided it was cocktail hour when his sister was gone and Annie helped him prepare some lethal concoctions. I sat quietly while Melanie and Felice chatted. I thought I was being ignored but realised what was up when Felice became involved in an animated conversation with Melanie and moved position so she could suit next to her and talk excitedly with her hands in a mix of French and English. Whatever they were on about – vacations or something – was lost on me when I saw why Felice had moved – she was now beside Melanie on the couch opposite me, no longer perched on the arm where I couldn’t quite see her; no, when she finished talking and turned to sit properly facing me, she was virtually directly across. Flashing heaven. I definitely felt the need for a drink when Kelvin re-appeared with Anine and five Velvet Sledgehammer cocktails. Sweet but powerful. A girl’s favourite I knew from experience – one with definite aphrodisiac qualities.

Annie sat between Kelvin and I but spent most of her time snuggling up to him or nuzzling him while conversation carried on. This meant she was up on the couch, often on all fours as she bugged him for fun. I got her tight shiny ass in my face and was tempted to slip a hand between her silky thighs. But I just joined in the tomfoolery by plucking at the tiny silver sequins that made up her hotpants. It was as good a reason as any to touch her ass.

Cocktails were downed and the new shot of alcohol had everyone boosted again. Even Melanie was not as up her own backside as she was famed for, laughing along as Annie nibbled away at Kelvin’s neck and earlobes while he tried to hold a semi-serious conversation with the delectable Felice. Conversation my ass – I knew he was daring her to attempt a flash, unspoken as it was; the subtle signals were clear. And she did. I saw the wicked gleam in her eye just before she parted her thighs and shuffled innocently on the couch. I also got a fine glimpse of her pussy again. I noted it was not as aroused as previously – not surprising, I know – and that mean those big labia almost closed over her slit. Bu t not quite fully – there was still the crinkled peek of inner lips to be seen in the unfettered detail of her bald coochie.

Ah, the warmth of human kindness – such a generous girl. I was beaming broadly, much to the surprise of Melanie who asked me what was up.

Before I could answer, Annie sent a chill arrow right into my gut. “I know!” she said loudly, pointing at Felice. “She’s got no panties on!”

I froze. Kelvin definitely did. Felice looked utterly caught out. Melanie shrieked in disbelief, actually bending forward to look up Felice’s skirt.

Annie was shocked but laughing. “I knew it! You don’t Felice, do you? Don’t you know the boys can see right up your skirt from over here when you move?”

Felice played the part well – a blush and a cringing cover-up. Kelvin vehemently denied to Annie that he’d seen anything. I played innocent, too, cursing Annie aloud for not telling us.

The joke worked – the mood was fun. Annie thought the whole thing hilarious anyway and grabbed at Kelvin’ s crotch. “This thing would like to see Felice’s flower, wouldn’t it Kelvin?”

Melanie gasped in amazed mirth at the very suggestion, but asked Felice, “You really don’t? Oh my god. Do you never wear any?”

Felice said softly in that sexy accent, “Not really. I like to feel the freedom. And to think men may glimpse my secrets is. . .exciting.”

Melanie sat upright with a hand over her mouth, beautiful face utterly shocked, staring at Felice like she was from another planet.

Which she was, as far as Kelvin and I were concerned – planet sex, where women know exactly how to tease and please men. We’d experience the short landing there earlier. I really fancied locking into orbit around it. I probably could have orbited Felice’s pneumatic tits – they were so perfect they surely had their own gravity system?. . .

“Well, why don’t you show the guys?” Annie said it. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head; just like Kelvin’s. He looked round his girl at me, then craned his neck to look up at her – she was crouched up on the couch, arms spread along the back. Her left hand, right above me, tapped me on the head. “Andy first – give him a good look Felice. Kelvin, shut your eyes.”

I don’t know if he did or not –I just turned my attention to Felice. She looked unsure as to Annie’s sincerity. Melanie couldn’t stop herself making little gasps of shock, still covering her mouth with her hand.

“Go on,” Annie laughed, and dared her. “I’ve seen it. Let the boys have a look if you’re serious about going commando. . .”

That was a definite green light. Felice needed no second confirmation. She slid her hips forward slightly and then pulled her short black skirt right up with both hands , letting her thighs fall apart and expose that bald fascinating beaver. I noted the change – inner labia now more prominent. Yes, she was getting a kick, and quickly.

Melanie sounded like she might faint. Annie yelped and clapped, “whoo! Go, go go. . .” She grinned at me and then frowned jokingly at Kelvin. “You cheat! You opened your eyes!”

He fixed a gormless grin, as I had, and said nothing. Felice shuffled and made a token effort to replace her skirt, but she left her cunt in full view, only closing her legs a few inches.

“You’re amazing!” Annie said. “I’ve always wanted to do something like that when we’re out but I never was brave enough. . .”

“You did?” Kelvin asked incredulous. He looked at me, a mix of shock and regret. “You never said!”

Annie shrugged, “Well, it’s not the sort of thing. . .Well, it’s a bit of a fantasy. . . I need to be a bit drunk even to think it. . .”

“Well you’re certainly that,” Melanie giggled.

Annie looked a bit perturbed. “Oh, so you’ve never gone commando?”

“No!”

“Or wanted to? Fantasised about it?”

“No! of course not. . .”

“Liar!”

“I am not!”

“Chicken!”

“It’s not that! It’s just. . .Well. . .not right. . .too daring for me,” Melanie said with an apologetic look at Felice. “Does it turn you on? Really?”

Felice answered with typical studied French nonchalance, “It is just an expression of my sexuality. . .That is no crime for a girl. No?”

Of course, Melanie was just the type to feel socially inept and desperate to appear sophisticated. Predictable, she was at pains to agree with Felice’s French reasoning, adding, “Yes, yes, yes. . .It’s a good thing for women to. . .express themselves. . .”

“Well, then. Why don’t you ‘express yourself’ Melanie?” said Annie, seeing her chance to wind up the princess.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Melanie said, affecting her staid posture. “You mean like Felice? I would never.”

“Chicken.”

“Don’t be childish.”

“But you are.”

“Oh, Annie, don’t be so silly.”

“I’ll bet you’ve got a messy big bush. . .”

We all burst out laughing at that one. Melanie burned scarlet. She retorted, “Nothing of the sort. Why. . .Why, you can talk. . .”

“Me,” Annie looked amused. “I go Brazilian!”

Felice looked puzzled. “What is that?” she asked with a misbegotten smile.

“Um, all baldy but just a bit at the front,” Kelvin said, looking at Annie for approval.

“I get waxed under and back, and leave a tiny thin strip at the front,” Annie explained.

“Ah, yes! Of course,” said Felice eyes brightening. “I misheard. Yes. I wax and shave.

I can get very hairy. It is a problem. .. I prefer to be smooth. And it is more exciting to show smooth – the boys can see. . .everything. . .” She looked down at herself, absently spreading her thighs some more for access.

What a view I got – that fleshy crack opening like petals. Shining at the centre. Kelvin and I exchanged glances, silent shouts of glee. He sipped at the dregs of his cocktail, toasting me clandestinely. I returned, putting my glass to my lips but choking before I could drink as Annie stood up and, speaking to Felice and Melanie, started to undo her hotants.

Kelvin spluttered, “Annie. . .”

She was busy telling Felice she would show her what she meant. Then she caught Kelvin’s disbelieving voice and looked round at me, saying, “Oh what the heck, Andy’s discreet. Anyway, he’s seen one pussy tonight already. I don’t think he’ll mind too much if he glimpses another. Well?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just made a ‘carry-on’ gesture with my hand, nodding.

Kelvin gaped at me, silently mouthing, ‘Wow!’.

“I take it you won’t mind if I ‘go commando’ like Felice, you horny dog?” Annie said to Kelvin with a glance.

“Um, if you want, honey. . .”

“So you don’t?”

“Hell, no. . .you think it’ll turn you on?”

“For goodness sake, Kelvin, I’m just comparing ‘haistyles’. I’m not a damn lesbian!”

“Cool, cool. .. ”

Melanie was giggling nervously.

Annie smiled at Kelvin, me, and then got busy with the waist button of her hotpants. I thought for a minute it was all off – she couldn’t unfasten them. But, after a round of cursing, it all happened in one swift movement.

The sexy little slim thing with the short blonde bob was standing side-on to me, facing Melanie and Felice on the opposite couch. She swiftly bent and slid the shiny hotpants down to around mid-thigh level. The bare side of her hip and her delectable tight butt was only a foot from me. I caught a warm waft of womanly scent, and tried ever so inconspicuously to lean enough to see her pussy.

What I saw was Annie bend forward slightly, arc her hips up towards her and frame her mound between her hands as she explained the shave to Felice.

Frustratingly, I just glimpsed a thin strip of light-brown hair, but had the enticing sideways view of her groin valley –the shallow indent leading to the juncture of her thighs.

“And they pull away right under,” she said, pushing her hips forward some more, to bare her undercarriage. Fingers still by her pussy, I just saw snatches (pardon the pun) of her labia as she ran her fingers under her crotch. “It gets a bit raw at first,” Annie continued, and this time she patted her pussy. This meant she lifted her hand away and back. In the timespaces between, I saw her tight neat lips and the stubbly nub of flesh poking out the top of her crack – her labia did not quite conceal her clit.

My neck was agony. I leaned back into the couch, filling my eyes with Annie’s bite-sized ass. I loved the white bikini-lines – wide patches of pale flesh on her butt contrasting with the gentle tan of her back and thighs.

Kelvin and I locked gazes. He appeared amazed but ecstatic. I just mimed awe.

“That is very nice,” Felice said to Annie. “Very sexy.” Have you ever taken everything off?”

“Oh, no – never,” Annie said, straightening up but keeping those hotpants about her thighs. Her buttocks flexed. I drooled; within groping distance. What held me back I don’t know. Possibly mortal fear of ending the show right then.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this in front of Andy,” Melanie said gaping her amazement. That luscious mouth of hers, lipstick perfect, teeth a pearly dazzle was open at just the right angle for me to shove my thumping hard cock into. I smiled as the thought got me harder.

“Oh, Andy’s cool with it,” Annie said. I nodded eagerly even though she never glanced back at me.

“The nerve. . .”Melanie went on. “And you are the liar, Annie.”

“Why?”

“you said you never go commando.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar! You’ve no panties on underneath those hotpants!”

“Oh, don’t be stupid. They’re as much panties themselves. Too damn tight. I get chafing from them.” With that she bent back over to inspect her crotch again, showing Melanie and Felice right in the side creases where her pussy met her thighs.

Felice, the devil, took her chance for some self-stimulation. She agreed about the chafing with Annie but it was just an excuse to run her own fingers along the sides of her pussy. The fleshy lips squished in between her hands, juices to the fore. She was grinning slyly at Kelvin and I, and on her upward stroke, I saw her clit hood pull back, the light pink bud popping for attention.

Annie was smiling, one hand still lightly rubbing along her own pussy. Their private joke was shared though - us guys knew what was up.

“Yeah,” giggled Annie the chafing is hell. But it can feel good to get some air on it, can’t it?”

“Oh, you two are the limit!” Melanie gasped, laughing reluctantly. “Trying to drive the poor guys crazy. . .”

“Like heck,” Annie said. “I’m only saying how annoying wearing those pants can be. . .In fact, they’re staying off ’til bedtime,” she declared, and with one shuffle and a kick, let the hotpants drop to her ankles and stepped out of them.

She stood there completely bottomless save for the sexy silver platformed pumps on her feet.

Melanie shrieked this time. Annie put her hands on hips, turned to each side, shooting

Wicked glances at Kelvin and I.

“Looking great, honey,” he said.

I whistled my appreciation. Across the room, Felice was still playing gently with her pussy.

Annie laughed and sat down in between us guys. I had a good look down at her crotch, slim thighs pressed together, but she was wriggling with a gentle motion. That thin stripe of soft down led the way to two little bumps - the beginning of her labia which disappeared underneath. In between I could clearly see her clitty poking through – a little flap of puckered flesh between the nascent rise of her smooth outer lips.

Annie’s perky chest was rising and falling in heavy breaths, She was trying her best to conceal her arousal with a cheeky bright smile but she couldn’t help herself from groping the lump which was Kelvin’s cock.

“Enjoying this, baby,” she said, a bit breathless. She then turned her face to me. So close. I saw her eyes flit south, checking out my own rigid crotch. For a second I expected her to grab me, too, but she looked back up, beaming, “You too, Andy?”

“Yep,” I said, somewhat strained. “Very nice pair of. . .Of coochies, you two have. . .”

The girls giggled. Annie repeated me, mocking. “Coochies. . .”

“Do you find it thrilling, Annie?” Felice asked her direct. I saw the French chick’s eyes had that same hooded, lustful appearance as I’d experienced in the bathrooms earlier. She was tripping on this. She’d left her own pussy alone, but still kept it on full display.

Annie said, “Yeah, I think it’s fun to be half-naked with people around. Especially strange guys. . .” She looked at me; Cheeky. “And especially with another girl teasing, too.”

“I can’t believe what a pair of trollops you to are,” Melanie said, mostly in jest.

“Oh, come on,Melanie,” Annie snapped, “You’re getting off on it, too. . .”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are – sitting there checking out the guys’ hardons!”

Melanie looked even more outraged than she’d managed previously- which was no mean feat. “You liar!”

“Come off it – I see you. Chicken – taking but not giving.”

“What?”

“Chicken. Won’t even take her panties off with such a long dress on.

“It’s not that lon. . . oh, don’t be ridiculous! I don’t do that!”

Her dress was mid-thigh, white, tight silky. I egged Anine on silently. To see Melanie’s pussy must be the equivalent of finding the lost ark of the covenant. You’d probably need nazis and an adventurer with a whip to persuade her.

“Like I said – probably a big awful bush,” Annie sniped.

“That’s ridiculous. I. . .It ’s fine, thank you. . .”

“Do you shave, Melanie,” Felice asked, all innocent.

Melanie stumbled over her words, flitting glances between Kelvin and I, blushing again. “I. .. Yes, I keep tidy. . .”

“Show us then,” Annie said loudly. “Felice and I have. . .”

“You two are exhibitionists! You like this!”

“You’re a chicken!”

“Stop being childish. . .”

“If Kelvin shows you his will you show yours?”

“What?” Kelvin was taken by surprise, too.

Annie fell on him, unfastening his buttons.

“Annie. . .” He looked at me. I shrugged.

“Yes, Annie. . Let us see,” Felice shouted, winking at Kelvin. That relaxed him a bit. Just a bit – he was shooting nervous glances at Melanie who watched on, transfixed. She was leaning forward, too, and for the first time I got a good cleavage view of her superbly-proportioned breasts, defined by a swell of deep, tanned cleavage at the top of her dress’s swooping chest cut.

Annie giggled and yelped in triumph as she freed Kelvin’s cock and waved it around. He was rock-hard, and sporting wood to be proud of. Annie eased his jeans and shorts down so he half-lay there, hips bare and balls now fully on show, too. Annie gave his shaft a few jerks and spoke to Melanie as she fondled Kelvin’s balls. “Now this is exhibitionism, Melanie. . .”

“That is so lovely,” Felice cooed. She stroked one hand over her pussy lips, drawing a trail of moisture onto her bare prominent mound.

“I can’t believe it,” Melanie gasped. “You’re outrageous, Annie.”

“And you’re still chicken!”

“Ha!” Melanie said. “You’re crazy!”

“A bet’s a bet. . .”

“I never made a bet!”

“You never play spin the bottle? Doctors and nurses?”

“Like I said, you’re being childish. . .” but Melanie was laughing. Those fine boobs jiggled under the white silk of her expensive party dress.

“I think Kelvin deserves to see some of you, Melanie, ” Felice said, upping the stakes considerably – as I’ve pointed out, Melanie held this French ’sophisticat’ in high pretentious regard, so her opinion carried gravity in Melanie’s world.

“This is crazy. .. “Melanie said. “What if. .. ”

“We won’t get disturbed,” Annie answered, intuiting her thoughts.

“Nope,” added Kelvin, pretty dreamily, “miles away, they are. . .”

“Don’t be crazy,” Melanie protested looking between Annie and Felice.

“Oh, Melanie. .. ” Felice said with a sexy smile. “Look, I will show him more just so you can do a little. . .” With that, the horny exhibitionist pulled her little top right off, letting those magnificent tits settle into heir full bare glory. Her raw sexuality was freed, only a thin ruffled skirt concealing total nudity; it concealed nothing anyway, let her sexual areas show completely.

Melanie gasped, “Oh! You are wild,Felice. . .”

“Not wild. . it is just fun. .. The guys think so, yes?”

Kelvin and I gave our full support.

“You now,” Annie said to Melanie.

For a moment I really did think she would go for it herself. But that expensive private schooling and superiority complex kicked in. She shook her head, laughing, “I couldn’t. . No way. . .I can’t.”

“You’d better,” said Annie with a develish smile, wagging Kelvin’s thick, erect cock about. “You’ll disappoint the guys.”

“No way.”

“I’ll do it for you,” Annie said,, narrowing her eyes.

Melanie laughed the threat off.

“I ‘m serious.”

“Yeah,right.” But Melanie looked mildly ruffled. She shot a glance at the near-naked Felice. “I mean, look at Felice’s awesome body. . .i’m not competing. . ”

“Oh, blow,” Annie contended, “It’s not about competition, silly. It’s just fun. I’ve got no boobies to match those – look. . .” Annie whipped her tight silvery top off, throwing it at Melanie. She was naked! Right next to me. Her handful-sized tits were capped by brown nipples with almost no visible aureole; extremely perky yet small and petite like her figure. Kelvin took a little feel.

“You pair of tarts!” Melanie shrieked, laughing apprehensively.

“Chicken!” Annie yelled, and launched herself across the room.

That slim body and tight butt fell onto Melanie who was frantically defending herself, laughing like a drain but punctuating her mirth with dire warnings.

Annie was ingnoring her. She called to Felice for aid. Felice seemed to check with Kelvin if it was okay. All he did was pass on her look to me. I made the facial equivalent of a shrug – very French-like, I thought. It worked on Felice. With a wicked laugh she piled in to help Annie.

Felice’s greater size helped pin Melanie to the couch from the waist-up, those big tits pressing all over Melanie’s face and own chest.

Annie was struggling to pull Melanie’s kicking legs clear of the couch, but she manage to force herself between them and kneel on the floor, jamming Melanie’s knees under her armpits. I got a superb doggy-stykle view of Annie’s sweet little butt and her neat but flushed pussy - her lips were parted and a strip of moist pink could be seen right the way down the centre towards her tiny puckerd asshole. All framed by her shapely little buttocks and thighs.

“Fucking hell,” Kelvin said to my right. I saw he was openly wanking at the scene before us. If it hadn’t been for our close encounter with Felice earlier that night I might have been a bit reluctant to start jerking off on a couch beside another guy but that had shown we were both no danger to each other. So, relenting to the sheer horniness of the situation – indeed the night in general – I slid down my own lower garments and felt the great rush of baring my cock to a room of three strange women.

Three strange women who at that moment had no interest in me baring my cock or beginning to wank off while I watched the two naked ones hold down the clothed one.

Melanie was squirming like mad, pleading for mercy in that high, giggly frenzy. Felice was tickling her as well as pinning down her top half.

Annie was loving the power. “No mercy, miss perfect. The boys want to see your perfect pussy. . .”

That set Melanie off again - a mix of squeals and shrieks. She tried to kick her legs furiously but Annie, for her size, was strong – once at dance college apparently.

I couldn’t help but jerk with a delicious buzz in my groin as I watched Annie shove Melanie’s silken dress up, up her taut, stockinged thighs and around her waist to reveal a white thong, similar to the dress in material. The stockings were hold-up and contrasted beautifully with the tan flesh above.

Annie forced herself between Melanie’s thighs – wedged there for control but as she twisted and heaved with effort and Melanie attempted to wriggle away, I got successive glimpses of Melanie’s crotch and saw sure signs of dampness staining that thong. As the light caught her cleft perfectly, a lovely camel-toe was framed, definitely darker with moisture where the material wedged between her slot.

“Go on, honey,” Kelvin urged Annie.

She did. With Felice frantically stopping Melanie’s arms from flapping her away, Annie grabbed Melanie’s thong’s waist-strings with a hand either side and pulled violently, throwing herself back towards Kelvin and I, hauling off the thong in the process.

Melanie’s white-stockinged, toned legs kicked fresh air. My eyes raced between them – a long slit, formed by two large, yet perfectly symmetrical lips. On the mound above, a neatly-shorn slim triangle which finished just above those bulbous labia. A pussy so very neat and perfect, just like its debutant owner.

Melanie was squealing loudly, gasping for air. Laughing, Annie stood and came over to us. Felice pulled away, looking at Melanie’s pussy.

“You two are crazy,” Melanie yelped, leaning forward to attemopt a coverup. Then she stopped. Her hand, brilliantly, never even made it to her pussy. We could still see her bush and the top of her slit along her closed thighs.

The ‘problem’ was me. Kelvin’s cock she’d already seen out. But now she realised both of us were jerking off.

“Oh my God. . Andy. . .”

Annie looked down, seemed to notice for the first time as well. “Wow! Andy! Wow. . .”

And Felice of course, cooed over, “Lovely Andy (Andee). . That is beautiful. . .” She wasted no time in attacking her own pussy again while she ogled Kelvin and I.

Three women, pussies on show, staring at my very hard cock. I wanked with a smile, slightly nervous.

But Annie put paid to any inhibitions by saying, “Oh, yes guys. . .I want to as well. . .” She slid a hand to her pussy as she stood in front of us and hooked a middle finger right up into her wet hole. She made sure I got a great view, pushing her hips forward. Kelvin nodded to me with a broad smile.

Annie bent forward – thought she was going to blow me - and placed Melanie’s thong over my dick as my fist pumped in steady rhythm. It stuck to my swollen cockhead, the copious precum soaking right through it, mingling with Melanie’s own juices. I could smell both Annie and Melanie – each pussy sweet and enticing.

Another shriek of jolly outrage from Melanie as Annie delivered her panties to my cock.

Annie glanced round, still fingering herself and told Melanie, “You better get naked.”

“No way. . .”

“I’ll come over there and do it. ..”

“You better not. This dress cost. . .”

Felice stopped her, persuaded her, “Then take it off, Melanie. . .have fun. . .do not let Annie tear it. . .”

“I. . I cant’. . .”

Felice looked very deep into her eyes as she rubbed at her own clit and ran her open palm over her big juddering tits. “Try it Melanie. . .Such fun. . .So free. . .”

Surprisingly the last bit of meaningful persuasion came from Melanie’s cousin, Kelvin. He said over, “Everything will be cool, Mel. . .just for tonight. . .no mention. . .”

That soap-queen face, as perfect in its symmetry as the pussy I’d glimpsed below, barely let a crease of a frown pass over before Melanie made her mind up. She lifted off the couch. Her damn dress was still rucked around her waist!

Long legs toned and enhanced even more by spectacular white heels to set off the stockings, she stood up, feet apart enough for me to see all the way up between her shiny thighs to that luscious pussy. Her short dark triangle betrayed the longish blonde bobbed cut of her head. A natural brunette? I wondered. But the bush did not lie, framed as it was by a tantalising white patch. With a shaky sigh, Melanie lifted her dress over her head, exposing a toned tummy and those fantastic full tits of hers enclosed in her matching silky white bra.

There she stood, only the bra, stockings and heels. She took a deep breath before she could look any of us in the eye.

“Awesome, Melanie, “I said.

She smiled. Kelvin added his praise.

Annie looked round at Melanie, her finger making little squishy noises just feet from my face as it flashed in and out her wet cunny. “Hey, you’re not naked,” she said, smiling.

Melanie hesitated. Felice added, “Tyry it,” as she fingered her lush quim.

Another deep breath. Then Melanie’s bra came off. Those breasts – magnificent, a tanned pair of firm but natural flawless mounds, curving out from her torso with the fine lines and shade of Sahara dunes, peaked by dollar-sized aureole bearing dark pink nipples which, in their state of firm arousal, jutted out in a very tempting carnal way, each about the length of half my thumb – an inch or so. . .they were not thick but long, enticing. . .

“You look beautiful,” said Felice. “How do you feel?”

Melanie looked at the four of us, all masturbating, and mumbled, “It’s. . .quite horny. . .”

“Quite?” Kelvin smiled. “I’ll say. . .”

“You like watching as well?” Annie asked Melanie.

Before she could answer, Annie clambered onto Kelvin, turned to face the other girls, looked at me then my throbbing dick with undisguised lust and squatted an inch over Kelvin’s hard cock, parting her lips with the fingers of one hand, revealing her soaking pink hole and shiny hard clit. “Does it get you like this?” Annie grinned at Melanie.

Melanie definitely blushed, which was quite a sight on a naked babe (well, stockings excluded but that made her somehow ‘more’ naked) with model looks and figure like hers. You somehow never imagine them shy or retiring. Uptight, yeah, but Felice and Annie had done a hell off a job to loosen up Melanie. And stiffen up Kelvin and I.

Melanie breathed in a quivering breath and sighed, “Sometimes. . .”

Annie lowered herself right down onto Kelvin’s hard cock, taking his formidable thick shaft right up her tight little pussy. I was leaning forward, sort of quarter turned to watch as I wanked.

Annie moaned loudly.

“Oh my god. . .” Melanie said

“Now you can watch this,” Annie gasped and started to lift up and down, letting us all see Kelvin’s cock slip in and out the wet pussy lips clamped around it.

Felice said something in French, increasing her masturbation until she was in time with Kelvin an Annie’s fucking. Her wet cunt was splashing juices everywhere. It was great to see what I’d only glimpsed and heard in the bathrooms hours ago.

Melanie looked hypnotised by the screwing on my couch. Hypnotised, but a vision of sexuality. She looked along at me. I smiled up. She looked around and down at Felice, gasped at the ferocity of the French girl’s wanking, the erotic rawness of those spectacular tits swaying and shuddering in time to her manipulations.

In a trance, Melanie slid a hand over her own chest, touching her nipples ever so gently. Her eyes kept flitting around, drinking in the carnal show.

Beside me the sound of Kelvin and Annie’s screwing was driving me crazy – the rhythmic squelching as she slammed her cunt down on his hard cock was mind-blowing. She was beginning to moan and groan unintelligibly. Kelvin had his hands on her hips controlling the speed at which they fucked.

Annie flicked fingers across her clit. She let out a high-pitched mew, whining that she would come soon.

Kelvin uged her on. So too did Felice from the opposite couch. The French beauty was bucking on her fingers and talking filth in her own language. I had a great view as she thrust fingers up her hot cunt, eyes closed, cumming hard.

Melanie moved closer to Annie and Kelvin, still entranced by their live sex show. That meant she also came closer to me. My seated angle allowed me a dynamic view right up her body from knee height – Her beautiful dazzling eyes gazed down wide and full of wonder at me, as I drank in the sight of those jutting breasts of hers, curving out above me to their long puckered nipples. One hand rested flat just below her tits. The other she moved slowly lower, down over the shallow curve of her lower belly, gently running through her cropped puibic triangle and sliding between and around her big swollen labia. Her middle finger disappeared in the fleshy channel, parting her outer lips, coming out glistening with her juices.

Melanie gazed at my dick. I lifted my hips a little, sort of jerking it up towards her. I heard her emit a little stifled moan.

From the side, Annie crying out her orgasm. Kelvin breathing hard, heavy – but I saw, briefly, his eyes were on Melanie, too.

Then she was blocked out from my view. Felice’s magnificent form climbed onto my lap. She had shed her skirt and was now totally naked. She was hot, smelled amazing - a mix of sex and perfume. Her hair fell about my face and her tits brushed across my lips and squashed against my chest as she mounted me with urgency.

She was still talking fast and sexy in her native tongue. I could only agree with a series of breathless yeses as she took my cock and guided it into her hot, soaking hole.

She was tight, her pussy convulsing. She immediately began to buck furiously on me. Her juice ran all over my balls. She seemed to be having multiple orgasms, losing control in a delightful way.

I felt her hand on my balls. Then realised both her arms were wrapped around my neck. I moved to the side, bent round to see Melanie crouched, fondling me, holding the base of my shaft as it pumped in and out of Felice’s meaty bald quim. Melanie still looked entranced. Both her hands were in use - one on me and the other on Felice’s ass as it pumped up and down.

I felt I would blow with the sheer eroticism of it all. I told Felice I was going to come soon. I should have kept my mouth shut: Frustratingly, she pulled off me, my dick slopping out of her cunt and slapping on my stomach. Melanie kept stroking it gently, silent and enrapt.

Felice asked hurriedly if there were any condoms. Goddammit! Not on me – ‘Mr. Faithful’, and Kelvin didn’t have any.

Annie said she was on the pill, climbing off Kelvin who still had his hard cock pointing skyward.

“Wank the boys off together,” she said to Felice.

“I want to fuck,” Felice moaned. Then she seemed to accept it and knelt, talking hold of my dick roughly from Melanie, starting to suck it, and play with her own pussy too.

Annie went for it, too with a naughty grin and began to suck off Kelvin as well.

Then, Melanie stood up, moaned, Oh yes,” and spread her feet shoulder width apart. Her stance allowed her to attack her pussy with both hands as she watched the girls blow us.

Kelvin looked on open-mouthed as his beautiful cousin seemed to loose her last inhibitions and her gorgeous, perfect face contorted with lust as her fingers went to work. Melanie’s fabulous firm titties shook with a gentle tremor.

I was in heaven: My dick being sucked for the second time that night by a hot French student and one of the most naturally beautiful girls I’d encountered losing her prissy attitude and playing with her pussy while she watched.

“Enjoying it now, Mel?” Annie asked breaking from Kelvin’s cock.

Melanie forced a grunt from between her clenched perfect teeth. One hand was tugging at her short pubes and mound while her other’s fingers rubbed in fast and furious circles around her clit and would snake in and out of her dripping gash intermittently. He pace was incredible, the noises succulent. Her big labia were even more swollen with lust and opened loosely when so, letting her dainty inner lips be pinched and rubbed and pulled as she fucked herself with her fingers, bending her knees, spreading wide as she swung her hips towards us, her erotic display driving her crazy. Us too, needless to say.

“Wow!” Annie cried out gazing up at Melanie. “Watch this, Mel!” Then she bobbed her head fast up and down on Kelvin’s dick for a few seconds, pulled back, rubbed saliva around his mushroom cockhead with her thumb and rubbed his balls with the palm of her other hand while she wanked him. That sent him over. He blew in steady spurts. Annie laughed, trying to catch his jism in her mouth, failing, getting it on her cheek and perky little tits.

Felice was watching. She stopped sucking me, fell back on her haunches with that big raw, meaty pussy beautifully spread to us and used just one finger – circling it like mad around her gaping hole to come hard, screeching and jiggling her wonderful tits.

A great sight,and all very well, but I was sat there mast blowing in the wind, helpless. I swore, grabbed my own cock to wank off.

But Melanie, having momentarily stopped her frenzied assault on her own pussy to watch in awe as Kelvin and Felice came, suddenly said with a voice hoarse with desire, “I’m okay. I’m on the pill. .. ”

I didn’t know what exactly she was on about until she bent right over, kissed me full on the lips. That was almost as mind-blowing as all the raw sexual action. Caught me by surprise. I copped a feel of those brilliantly proportioned tits, her long nipples prodding the palms of my hand. I didn’t even get to tweak or roll them in my fingers before she stood away, said, “Andy, fuck me. Do it fast,” and turned her back on me.

She bent forward, bent her knees, backed her round, high firm ass cheeks towards my dick. I focussed on the white thong tan line which divided those peachy globes, reached out as she bent further, putting her hands on her knees, urging me, “Please. Quickly. I need to come. . .” I think she was scared she’d back out through inhibition and lose the moment.

Her pouting, open, big-lipped cunt peered out at me as she leaned right forward, the fleshy flower running juices down the backs of her thighs onto her pristine white stocking-tops. And her beautiful ass fit my hands just right. You’ve never got a damn camera when you need one…

It was Melanie, the princess of the rich farming set, presenting her startlingly beautiful, very wet and pink hole to me for fucking. I was thankful she couldn’t see the stupefied grin on my face, nor hear Kelvin urge me quietly to “Fuck her good. . .”

I was also thankful she couldn’t read my mind - the thought crossed it to fuck her little crinkled asshole which was visible in the shadow of her classically curving ass.

But what an angel. I must have paused too long in admiration. She glanced over her shoulder, one perfectly-plucked eyebrow rising in expectation, need and a bit of worry.

She need not have worried. Scared of rejection? Are you mad? But I was slow, I’ll say that – I like to let the moment linger, y’know.?

Annie was having none of it. She sensed some sort of sexual victory I think. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes, Andy, please fuck her,” she said and before I could stop her she was at my cock, taking it out my own hand, jerking it. I winced, nearly lost it. Her small, delicate hand felt fantastic. I looked to Kelvin for disapproval. He was enrapt, recovering from his own orgasm, showed no sign of being bothered about his sexy little girlfriend playing with my cock.

Not only that, but guiding it towards the dripping cunt of his beautiful cousin.

Then Annie showed her docking skills,. I felt, and saw, the shiny throbbing head of my cock part Melanie’s big pussy lips wider, saw her hole stretch to accommodate my girth and length – nothing spectacular, chaps, just normal. But what a sight.

I watched Annie’s hand – thrilled as it touched Melanie’s pussy lips just for a second - slip down my shaft, gently cup my balls; she met my gaze, smiled a horny, lustful little grin.

Melanie reached back between her own legs, moaning softly, helped her lips apart, eased my dick right up her. That amazing shapely ass pressed right onto my groin. I slid forward to the edge of the couch, getting more upright, feet flat on the floor for purchase. Annie couldn’t hold my balls in that position so instead she chose to fondle and squeeze my ass. Melanie knew what I was doing, bent right forward until she was almost kneeling on the carpet but still had her knees off it. She used her hands to balance and thrust her body back against me; a kind of squat- thrust position that allowed her long lithe thighs to piston her pussy onto my dick.

And how she did. After the first three slow strokes her pussy relaxed around my cock and she really let loose. I slammed into her furiously, meeting her equally violent jerks.

Annie and Felice squealed with lustful delight as I fucked Melanie harder than I think I’ve ever fucked any woman before or since. The princess was wild for it. She wasn’t loud but seemd to be growling filth to herself which came out as a series of moans groans and grunts.

The speed stayed my orgasm, allowuing me to fuck her for quite a few minutes longer than I reckoned I might manage, which was a relief. I thought I would come within seconds inside this beauty.

I heard Kelvin say “Awesome,” in an impressed drawl.

Yes, it was. Melanie threw back her bouncy blonde locks loosing a guttural growl that she was going to come. Every slap of her wet cunt on my cock squished juices out onto my balls.

Her rising up like that pushed me back onto the couch a bit. I slipped out. With an angry scowl that only looked damn sexy on her vivacious face, she spun round, faced me, placed one foot up on the couch, kept the other on the floor and squatted her gaping pussy back down on my cock.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” I managed to tell her, still playing the gent, though god knows why – fearful she really didn’t want me to lose it inside her.

“Do it! Do it!” she cried, her tits just a foot from my face.

Annie egged me on. “Come in her Andy. Fuck her and come in her,” she giggled.

Melanie just grunted, “Come!” and I’m not sure whether that was n order or an announcement because next second she frigged her clit with a vengeance, arching back to make sure I saw, rising and slamming her soaking cunt up and down on my dick, crying out as I felt her pussy contract around my cock, felt a gush of liquid soak my groin.

I came hard, pulling her down onto me, pumping what seemed like gallons deep inside her. Melanie’s tits were in my mouth, her hot breath on my forehead, her scent in my nostrils, her juices all over my balls and thighs and her tight, beautiful pussy was clenching around my spent dick.

She lay on me for a few moments. Felice was clapping joyously – obviously a piece of French etiquette when you’ve just watched people fucking their brains out at close quarters. . .

Annie helped Melanie up. Kelvin patted my shoulder, gave me a high-five, laughing. I tried to laugh – truth was I was too bushed. Melanie leaned down and kissed me softly again. So sweet. Nice to see a bit of an ice queen melted like that. Melted? Hell, I’d evaporated her!

But she said, “Thank you, Andy. I don’t. . .do this. . .not with strangers. . But. . Well. . .Kelvin. . .”

“It’s cool,” I said back, or something like that. I just remember letting her know everything was alright. I think she went for it with me because she thought I had just been in a long term relationship and wasn’t a philanderer. Ahem. . .

Annie gave her a hug, told her she was a sport. We all kind of kissed and smiled – obviously I didn’t kiss Kelvin.

Before Melanie went to ‘clean up’ I got the arousing sight of her bending over to pick up clothes. Those long shapley legs still looked incredible in her now slightly-wrinkled stockings, and her well-fucked pussy opened slightly, big labia loosely parting to let some of my cum dribble down her legs.

The thought shot through my oversexed mind that I could go for it again and I checked out Annie’s slim little bod while she dressed and Felice’s big bouncing tits while she tried to get her clothes back in some order.

But of course, enough had been enough. It was well into the early hours by then and I got Kelvin to call me a cab. The rest were staying at the house, so I departed with best wishes all round, creeping back home to have a quick wash-down before sneaking into bed beside Michelle. Rat-bastard that I was.

However, I beg you give me more rope with which to hang myself – There was a further encounter with Melanie. A few days after that party night Kelvin sent me Melanie’s phone number. She wanted to talk to me and I’ll write in the future about what occurred. The delightful Felice also featured in that memorable event later and I will also relate that at some time.

And if you’ve read about my first vacation adventure with my then-girlfriend Michelle, titled ‘Beach Voyeurism’, you’ll know that she and I had pushed boundaries a bit.

I have another two unusual sexual incidents with her to tell, so don’t judge me too harshly on this recollection of a particularly unexpected but horny night.

I’m only human. If you liked it, thanks in advance for votes and I love reading whatever comments you take time to leave; good or bad or judgemental – it’s a free choice. Cheers.