The trip was booked through one of those “Under-25s” vacation providers, and we were staying in one of their small chalets in a site in southern Spain.
For the first two days, we enjoyed days around the pool; chilling out at the beach bar and wonderful, sensual moonlit nights with the surf lapping at the shore. Of course, John and I fucked like mad – day and night. As promised in the agency blurb, there were quite a lot of unattached men and women around and on the third day. When I returned from a swim, John introduced me to a young man called Chris, whom he had met while having a drink.
I felt a definite sexual frisson as we shook hands. His warm, gentle grip lasted longer than necessary as his soulful, brown eyes searched mine. He was slimly built, over six feet tall, and I still remember that his shock of unruly brown hair kept flopping across his eyes in an attractively boyish manner. Even though I was relatively inexperienced then, I could recognise the aura of a man on the lookout for sex, and he had a confident approach. Chris was on vacation on his own, and since we found him pleasant and charming, John invited him to join us for dinner later that evening.
Back at our chalet, while we were dressing for the evening, John remarked that I seemed attracted to Chris. I laughed it off, although really it was true. I had been with John for only three months, but from some of the things he had said, I was beginning to wonder if he was one of those men who had a thing for sharing their women. He had mentioned the subject once or twice in general terms but had never suggested anything definite.
I had read enough porn and seen the theme on websites often enough to know how popular the idea was. I wasn’t sure about my attitude to it in real life, although it had certainly figured in some of my masturbatory fantasies. Of course, I knew that my highly sensitive erogenous zones provided plenty of scope for the attentions of more than one man.
There was going to be some dancing that evening, so I chose a white cotton mini-dress that featured a halter neck and scooped back, as John liked close dancing and running his hands over my bare back. I held up my bra and looked at John questioningly. When he grinned and shook his head, I put it back in the drawer. I didn’t really know why I had brought it as I seldom wore one.
“How about this?” I chuckled, waving one of my thongs.
We were still naked after our shower, and his cock showed distinct signs of life as he waved the thong away, dismissively.
“Let’s be daring… no panties tonight,” he chuckled.
When I bent over to put the thong away, he stepped up to me, cradled a breast, and ran a finger along my slit.
“Ah, you’re wet already, you naughty girl,” he joked, slipping a finger into my pussy.
“Are you sure you’re not thinking of that guy Chris?” he teased as he gently finger-fucked me.
I let myself enjoy the delightful sensations for a minute or two before drawing away from John.
“Steady on, don’t get me all worked up. We’re going to be late for dinner,” I protested, although reluctantly.
Dressing was easy – all I had to do was slip on my dress and my white, open sandals; a splash of floral scent and a few touches of eye shadow and lip-gloss and I was ready. The truth was that I was feeling very horny and looking forward to the evening. Gazing into the mirror, I ran a brush through my shoulder-length auburn hair and noted that my blue eyes were sparkling with mischief and excitement. My nipples, still aroused after John’s attentions, poked through the dress. My spike heels weren’t very comfortable for dancing, but they certainly tightened up the long legs which my short dress displayed.
Chris joined us at the open-air restaurant, and after we had enjoyed a delightful dinner, part of the floor in the dining area was cleared for dancing. Drinks were flowing nicely and soon the men were taking turns dancing with me. I noticed that Chris was choosing the slow tunes, and as the evening wore on, he was holding me closer and tighter. I could feel the muscles in his thighs and then the distinct pressure of an erection through his thin slacks. It was exciting, of course, to feel the desire in this handsome stranger, and I felt the first flow of moisture between my thighs.
I began to feel quite light-headed with the enchanting effects of it all; the drink, the warm balmy air; and a handsome stranger pressing his hard cock against my stomach. When Chris started to trace his fingers along the line of my naked upper spine, I gave a little shudder of pleasure and stroked his neck with my fingers.
I glanced across to where John was sitting watching us, and he waved happily. I had been about to break off the ever increasing stroking and groping, but since John seemed to be all right with it, I relaxed and decided to enjoy myself. As we moved very slowly to the rhythmic music, I parted my thighs and rubbed my crotch against Chris’s hard thigh, and he, in turn, wriggled his hard-on against me demandingly.
His exploring hands had already detected that I was not wearing panties, and after moving us further into the throng of dancers, he slipped the palm of his big hand between us and cradled one of my breasts. His fingers flexed gently against the thrust of my aroused nipple, and before I knew it, we were kissing with open, greedy mouths.
When the music stopped suddenly, I drew away guiltily, but my body, naked and tingling under the thin dress, felt on fire. Chris looked down at me questioningly and I hid behind my hair. I was aware that my cheeks were flushed, and I was conscious of my firm clit and very moist pussy. As Chris led me back to our table, I saw John’s eyes go to the prominent peaks of my nipples, pushing through the tight dress. He looked at me searchingly, but I avoided his gaze and sat down, expecting him to show some sign of jealousy. Instead, to my total surprise and without consulting me, he invited Chris back to our chalet for a nightcap. Chris readily accepted.
While we were strolling through the dusk to our chalet, my mind struggled with conflicting emotions. I had to admit that I was feeling very horny and that I had played along with Chris’s approaches. On the other hand, it seemed as if John was very happy about it, and even though it seemed illogical, I felt disappointed that he wasn’t jealous and protective. I thought back to his hints about sharing me, and I suddenly felt a feminine ripple of resentment. It was illogical, of course, because the idea was exciting me physically.
The small chalet consisted only of a small bathroom and a bedroom which doubled as a sitting room. We drank and chatted for about half an hour, and John, leaning back in the only armchair, seemed to be struggling to stay awake. Chris was sitting beside me on the bed as we talked. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he calmly slipped an arm around me and cupped my breast. Instinctively I looked round to see John’s reaction – his eyes were closed and it appeared that he had fallen asleep.
When Chris drew me towards him, I resisted initially, but after another glance at my sleeping boyfriend, I began to weaken as my slutty body took over. Our mouths met and his hand found a breast.
While I had been sitting on the bed, my dress had slipped high up on my thighs. As Chris leaned into me, my legs parted. With our mouths and tongues still entwined, he eased me onto my back while one hand slipped smoothly up the inside of a thigh.
When his fingers touched my naked, swollen pussy lips, I was unable to stifle a loud groan. I glanced towards John, certain that it would have wakened, him but he showed no reaction. I knew that I should put an end to this, but somehow I was shifting the responsibility to my boyfriend – why didn’t he wake up and stop it? The excitement of the situation was awakening in me the early signs of the extreme sexual hunger which can sometimes seize my body.
Then the inevitable question slithered into my mind. Was John really asleep? Did he want this stranger to fuck me? More importantly, did I want it?
Then my slutty body took over and made up my mind for me. I drew up my legs and allowed Chris to slide two fingers into my very willing and slippery pussy. I bit the back of my hand to stifle my moan and looked across at my comatose boyfriend. The situation seemed surreal, yet very erotic. The long, lean figure of Chris was sprawled over me; my dress was now around my waist and I was writhing and gasping in response to his pumping fingers.
I attempted to protest, but Chris hushed my lips with a finger of his other hand, seemingly totally relaxed about what he was doing. Calmly, he removed his hand from my pussy, sat up, and slid his trousers and shoes off. I kept expecting John to waken any minute, and again I tried to make some sense of what I was doing. As I wrestled with my conscience, I faced up to the fact that I wasn’t particularly fond of John, and recently I had been thinking of ending our relationship. If I let this happen, then surely it would end anyway.
Was he really asleep? Just then, Chris pushed my dress around my neck and my remaining rational thoughts were overwhelmed as all the elements came together: the balmy sea air on my naked skin, the alcohol, and the excitement of having a complete stranger preparing to fuck me, with John so near.
A jolt of pleasure made me stiffen as Chris’s fingertips caressed my straining nipples. I gave a deep sigh of submission and reached for his quivering cock, the head glistening with pre-cum. There was only time to give the thick stalk of hot flesh a few strokes before he gently slid it from my eager grip and moved over me, sliding between my raised legs.
The bed creaked with his movements and I tensed for a second, then he buried himself deep inside me. I stifled a groan of pleasure as he filled me, and he started a slow rhythmic movement, fucking me steadily. Then Chris suddenly rolled us over to place me in the facing cowgirl position that I had experienced a couple of times before with previous boyfriends. My face was now turned away from John and with the pleasure I was receiving, I forgot to check on him.
Resting my hands on either side of Chris’s head, I began to glide up and down his cock. As my breasts swung invitingly before his face, he reached up to take one in each hand, fondling them gently. I was revelling in the wonderful sensations when I felt movement behind me.
With a shock, I looked over my shoulder; John had silently stripped and was climbing onto the bed.
“Let’s both do her,” he muttered.
He moved on his knees behind me, between Chris’s legs and my knees. As John gripped my hips, Chris grabbed my wrists to hold me still. As I was held by two sets of hands and impaled on a cock, I felt John’s fingers fumbling around my ass.
Oh no, not that, I thought.
John had given my first anal experience a few weeks previously but now it was going to be a double penetration. For a few seconds I considered wriggling free, and if I hadn’t been so aroused, I might have done so. But I seemed to have passed the point of no return and felt totally ready to be used by them. I also remembered that I was seeking to push my sexual boundaries and this was as good a way as any to try my first DP.
I felt panic as I knew that I needed lubrication for my anus, but when I looked over my shoulder, the ever-resourceful John had produced a bottle of my body lotion and was smearing it on his cock.
“Don’t worry,” John whispered reassuringly. “I know what I’m doing… you’ll be all right.”
It’s easy for him to talk, I thought. He’s not the one having a big cock up his ass.
In seconds, my anus was smeared with cool lotion as a finger probed me. I knew enough to force myself to relax, and strangely, as my pussy tightened on Chris’s cock, my anal ring seemed to widen. The puckered entrance gradually yielded to the invading finger and it slipped in, spreading lotion around the first few inches.
John’s firm belly rubbed against my back as he poised his cock at my asshole and at first, it seemed that he was not going to get it in. Then there was a stretching sensation, a brief stab of pain, and he slid slowly, inch by inch, into me until he was fully sheathed in my rectum. He leaned forward to whisper triumphantly,
“There… how does that feel, Jill?”
It felt slightly painful, and I had a sensation of being stretched; but every sexual nerve in my body was vibrating, and the pleasure they produced overcame the discomfort. As I supported myself on my forearms, my backside in the air, both men were motionless for a moment, no doubt feeling the bulge of the other man’s cock on their own. The two cocks seemed to merge into one big erection ready to fuck me senseless. Then they started.
As John moved cautiously in and out of my ass, Chris gripped my hair and pulled my mouth down to his to deep-kiss me; his tongue probing excitedly. His strong legs levered his hips upwards, as his cock slid in and out. I supported myself on his muscled chest, and as my passion flared, I leaned back, lightly raking my nails over his hard stomach.
At first, they were uneven in their timing, but after a few seconds, the men settled into a rhythm with each other, both cocks thrusting at the same time.
John freed one hand from my hips to stroke my clit, and Chris’s cock was being squeezed against my G spot, while his hands fondled my breasts. I couldn’t believe the delightful sensations that were flooding through me. I was being taken to a completely new level of voluptuous pleasure as four hands and two cocks worked on me.
Apart from the physical pleasure, the feeling of helplessness from being possessed and used by two men was strangely exciting.
Both were breathing heavily, and I felt sweat drip on to my back from John’s face. I was receiving stimulation from so many nerve points that I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. So it was totally unexpected when a fiercely exploding orgasm hit me. I threw back my head and screamed wildly as it seemed to roll on and on through my entire body.
As my body twitched in time with my screams, my vagina and rectum convulsed violently. That seemed to drive the men to wilder efforts. As they fucked me faster and faster, my body shuddered in ecstasy, until at last I went limp and my head flopped down onto Chris’s shoulder.
They both came quickly after that, but I was beyond caring or noticing who came first. Then, John gently eased his sticky cock out of me and moved away to leave me impaled on Chris as I sprawled on top of him. We lay still for a moment or two in total silence, our satisfied bodies still linked. Eventually, his softening dick slipped out, and, stiffly, I rolled over onto my back, completely shagged-out.
When I felt the tickling of juices oozing onto my thighs, I sat up and looked down out of curiosity. As I tightened my pussy muscles, blobs of cum oozed from my flushed slit and dribbled down to join those leaking from my asshole. The result was one continuous creamy trickle disappearing between my ass cheeks.
No one seemed to know what to say about the sudden threesome fuck. I suppose we each had our own agendas. John might be wondering about my reaction to what he had set up; I was still coming to terms with my first double-penetration, and Chris was probably thinking that it was his lucky day.
Anyway, without a word, and with only a brief kiss and a parting smile, Chris pulled on his clothes and quietly left. John spoke first.
“Was that good, Jill?” he asked.
In truth, it had been wonderful, although my ass was beginning to sting. My head was whirling with a mixture of emotions as I tried to come to terms with developments. Although the sex had been ground breaking, I was still finding it difficult to cast off my notions of how a “respectable” woman should behave. I realised that, despite John having encouraged Chris, I could still have stopped it happening. I decided to remain silent and see how he saw it from his viewpoint.
He adopted a slightly defensive approach,
“Come on, love, I know that you enjoyed it. I saw the way he was feeling you up on the dance floor, and I wanted you to have a good time,” he chuckled, stroking one of my breasts.
I decided to postpone my analysis until the morning, and smiled at him,
“Yes it was good… but you might have… you know… consulted me about it.”
“Fair enough,” he grinned.
I nodded. Despite my doubts, my body was still surprisingly horny. That was one of the early indications of how my body was beginning to respond more and more to orgasms. When he pushed me back and started nuzzling my breasts, I sighed contentedly.
After he had sucked hard on my nipples for a minute or two, causing me to writhe with frustration as my clit pulsated with pleasure, his hand slipped down between my legs. I was interested to see how he would react to feeling Chris’s spunk on his fingers. However, judging by his heavy breathing, he enjoyed the idea, and his fingers eagerly stirred the slushy contents of my pussy.
John took his time. His voyeurism must have really stirred him, up and he seemed determined to show me what a good lover he could be. I wondered if perhaps he thrived on competition. He slowly kissed his way down my belly then, after pausing teasingly, moved back to my breasts. He found a nipple and played it in circles with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth, making me shudder with delight.
My hands toyed with his hair as he sucked greedily. Moving his mouth across to my other breast, his fingers gently massaged the abandoned, throbbing nipple, keeping it tight between two of his fingers. I moaned as my breasts swelled and palpitated under his touches while his other fingers were still reaming my pussy. The slow progress of his teasing was exquisite as well as being frustrating, and my hips started a slow, demanding circle against his hand. I began to tremble and moan plaintively.
Eventually, his lips trailed their way down my body, until he was kissing the inside of one thigh. When he reached where his two fingers were in my cunt, he teased his mouth across my outer lips and moved to kiss the inside of the other thigh. Despite my pleasure, I had time to wonder if he would be prepared to taste Chris’s spunk. This was all so new to me.
Still taking his time, John slowly withdrew his fingers and ran the very tip of his tongue just inside the outer fold of my labia up and down in slow strokes. I wanted to scream with frustration, but it was worth the wait to finally feel him press his tongue into my sopping opening.
While his tongue explored, his mouth gently squeezed my tingling outer lips. A shock of pleasure jolted me, and I gasped when he puckered his lips around my firm clit and drew it into his mouth, sucking steadily. The rhythmic pumping action relentlessly played on my orgasmic triggers and I came at last in convulsions of relief and joy.
As the pleasure washed over me, I had to pull his head away from my now hypersensitive clit as the nerve-ends fluttered and sparked signals through my entire body. I covered it with my hand and rocked from side to side as the last vestiges of my intense orgasm ebbed away.
John lay beside me, stroking damp tendrils of hair from my face and kissing me gently once again. For a second, I was impressed by his tenderness, but then I remembered the kinky circumstances that had aroused him to this level of passion.
He separated my legs with his, and I could feel his hardness probing against me before he slid in his cock. He slowly pushed deeper and deeper into me, easily stretching my slick passage, filling me up. I wrapped my legs above his hips, tilting my pelvis to meet his thrusts. I could feel the contents of my cunt running down the cleft of my buttocks, and the sweat on John’s face glistened in the moonlight even as a few drops landed on my breasts.
As a reward for the excellent orgasm he had given me, I encouraged him by hissing in his ear,
“Oh John… that’s great; fuck me harder; harder… fuck me harder.”
He quickened his rhythm, making me jerk and gasp with each jabbing motion, and I dug my nails reflexively into the firm flesh of his pounding buttocks. Then he started to lose his rhythm, and his body was seized with spasms and twitches as his cock exploded. I felt it swell and throb just before the usual wave of warmth hit my cervix. After he rolled off me, I remained wrapped into him with my head on his shoulder for just a few minutes before realizing that he was asleep; really asleep this time.
Suddenly weary. I couldn’t be bothered to have a shower, and the semen soaked sheets would be changed the next morning anyway. I lay awake for a while reflecting on the day’s events. The window was open and the warm night breeze was pleasant on my skin. I was becoming convinced that John definitely wanted to develop the idea of sharing me, and it had become clear to me that he had given Chris the go-ahead to fuck me.
In those days, I was amazed at the idea of a man being prepared to taste another’s semen, although I now know quite a few swinger types do it. Would John really want to progress his fantasy of sharing me further? For my part, my willingness to fuck Chris also surprised me, although I felt no guilt, which pleased me, for I was determined to fully explore the depths of my sexuality.
After thinking for a while, I made up my mind. I was physically enjoying the new sexual experiences; but emotionally, at that stage in my young life, I just couldn’t bring myself to remain with a man who saw me as a sexual object to be shared with other men.
Perhaps I would finish with John after the vacation. However, in the remaining few days of the vacation, I would go along with having sex with other men. Fuck it; I might as well enjoy myself. I would never see any of the men again, and it would be a further step in my sexual experimentation. I knew that I had made the right decision when my increasingly greedy clit gave a nice little quiver at the idea.
In the morning, we were greeted by another beautiful day. John had a hangover and was looking rather shame-faced as we ate a late breakfast. Although I was going to take full advantage of his fetish, I had suddenly gone off him, and I realised that I would have no regrets at finishing our relationship.
I was a bit hung-over as well, and the previous night’s events weren’t mentioned. I had decided to play a waiting game and see where it took us. After breakfast, we headed for the all-day beach bar and downed a few large glasses of sparkling wine and orange juice to revive us. Then John sat by the adjacent pool while I swam a few leisurely lengths.
It wasn’t long before I saw Chris show up again, accompanied by another man. They sat down beside John while I continued my swim. Despite my decision of the previous night, I was still finding it difficult at the tender age of nineteen to pluck up the courage to face Chris again.
I do have to admit that, as I climbed from the water, I was becoming sexually excited at the thought of what might await me. I remember that I was wearing a standard, skimpy, white bikini which left nothing to the imagination, particularly when it was wet and clinging. My firm breasts were shown to maximum advantage by the half-cup top and the bottom was plastered to my crotch.
I didn’t shave or wax my pussy in those days, and some stray brown hairs could be seen on each side of the prominent bulge of my pussy lips. My current exhibitionist tendencies were only beginning to stir in me at that time, but I felt a tremor of excitement as the three men gazed at my dripping body.
John introduced the newcomer as Mark. All that I can remember of him was his medium height and build and that he had fair hair. He seemed to be in his late twenties. I pulled a thin, white sundress over my bikini, despite humorous protests from the men that I looked fine as I was. Not long afterwards, however, the still damp bikini began to chafe my skin. I didn’t fancy trailing back to our chalet, and excused myself to go to the toilets beside the open-air bar.
In one of the cubicles, in an act of daring fuelled by alcohol and lust, I took off both halves of the bikini and put them in my beach bag. The beach dress was loose enough to conceal the swing of my breasts but it was dangerously short, and I realised that the slightest wrong move would reveal my naked pussy.
We had lunch at the bar and lounged in the sun, drinking, chatting, and watching the other holidaymakers. The drinks flowed, with Chris and Mark buying most of them, and by late afternoon I was feeling very relaxed. I had been doing my best to keep my legs closed as the short dress slid high on my thighs, but inevitably, John got a glimpse of my pussy. To my embarrassment, he pointed at me,
“You’ve taken off your bikini, you naughty slut,” he chortled excitedly.
My face went red as I held my legs together and smoothed down the dress under the stares of the other men. Chris gallantly came to my rescue.
“Quite right too, Jill. Make yourself comfortable. We promise not to look up your skirt,” he lied with a chuckle.
John giggled drunkenly. “If you want to be comfortable, take off the dress as well, if you like,” he said with a leer.
Mark diplomatically changed the subject, but I was aware of the men’s searching glances whenever I crossed my legs. I found myself revelling in my power to attract their attention. I think that was one of the first occasions when my exhibitionist tendencies began to surface, perhaps stirred by my widening sexual experiences.
Fuelled by the alcohol and the attention of three males, I realised that I was deliberately flashing my pussy while pretending that I was unaware of it. Every time I reached for something, I drew up a knee and let my leg flop to the side, permitting a quick glimpse of my crack.
I could tell that my pussy lips were swelling with arousal and wondered if they were pouting through the fine pubic hairs. I was amused to see the way that Chris and Mark adjusted the position of their recliners to get a better view.
Of course, I was sure that John was aware of my flashing, and he winked approvingly at me from time to time.
We moved with our drinks to a quiet corner where we were partly shaded under one of the large sun umbrellas provided by the site, and lay down on the mats.
John noticed that the sun was reddening my legs. He took a bottle of sunscreen and handed it to Chris.
“Give her a treat and rub some on her legs. Mark can help you, I’ll get us some more drinks.”
I could see what John was setting up, and I started to protest that I could do it myself, but my stomach was fluttering. When warm, firm, oily hands started to rub my feet, I quickly gave in and lay back on the mat submissively. However, I let my hands rest defensively on my thighs where my dress ended.
Part of my sexuality comes from having a very sensitive body. I seem to be wired so that my skin reacts to touch much more than is normal. I am a pushover for any man who knows how to arouse a woman through her erogenous zones, and I quivered with delight as two pairs of hands smoothed oil into my feet and legs. The massage slowly moved higher, my nipples hardened and tingled, and my juices started to flood my pussy walls. Of course, the hands soon reached the hem of my dress.
After a token resistance, I let them lift my limp hands and place them at my side. My legs were gently eased apart and slippery fingers started to glide up the insides of my thighs. My clit was straining for freedom from its hood and longed to be touched while I lay battling with the temptation of allowing Mark and Chris to continue their exploration.
Just when the hands were only an inch from my pussy, my instinctive inhibition took over from my desire, and with great reluctance, I pushed them away and sat up. The men were breathing heavily, and they looked very frustrated. They both had prominent bulges at their flies and I tried to lighten the mood.
“The sun ain’t shining up there, boys,” I quipped, but it came out in a rather choked tone.
As they protested that they hadn’t done the backs of my legs, I suddenly needed to go for a pee, and it was a good excuse to cover my embarrassment anyway. I made my excuses and wobbled off, on shaky legs, to the row of toilet cubicles.
After I had gratefully emptied my bladder, I couldn’t resist sitting back on the seat and stroking my clit, which was still bulging. When it responded eagerly, I decided to finish myself off. I slipped my fingers into my moist, still aroused pussy and then caressed my clit with the sticky tips.
I was nearly cumming when there was a tapping at the door. Feeling guilty and thinking that some woman might be in urgent need, I pushed down my dress and undid the catch. The outward-opening door was snatched from my grip, I was pushed backwards, and Chris barged in, clad only in the swimming trunks which he must have had on under his shorts.
As he closed and locked the door, I muttered, “What the fuck are you…”
My words were cut off as he grabbed me and covered my mouth with his. My arms were pinned to my sides and his body was pressing me against the wall, his erection jabbing at me through our skimpy clothing. I breathed in his male sweat mingled with cologne, a mixture that always turns me on. I tried to keep my lips closed and evade his kiss, but as usual, my body was responding, and finally I opened my mouth to his eager tongue.
Keeping one arm wrapped around me, he used the other hand to pull my dress up until his hand cupped a breast. My heart raced even faster as the nipple responded to his warm palm and poked hard against it. My feeble resistance was only role-play however, because I was welcoming every second of this exciting seduction.
This was a different Chris from the calm, gentle lover of the previous night. However, this dominating, forceful approach was just as arousing for me, and I knew that I wanted him to fuck me again. When his hand moved down over my hot belly, I shuffled my feet apart to give him access between my thighs. In response to my co-operation, he slowed down. One finger gently parted my outer lips, a thumb stroked my clit, and then two fingers glided effortlessly into my slippery quim. Our tongues darted back and forth, sparring with each other while he gently finger-fucked me.
I grunted with annoyance when he suddenly withdrew his fingers, but in seconds, he had turned me around, and I found myself leaning forward with my hands against the warm plastic wall above the toilet bowl. The sickly, sweet smell of the deodorant filled my nostrils as I heard Chris’s zip opening. He stepped between my spread legs, and then a surge of pleasure hit me when his big dick slotted into me. I arched my back and rocked back and forth to impale myself on his thrusts as he shagged me ruthlessly.
When he reached round to take the weight of my swaying breasts in his hands, he whispered in my ear, “You’re a little slut aren’t you? Go on, tell me to fuck you.”
All the simmering sexual frustration built up over the afternoon bubbled over and, playing his game, I muttered tipsily, “Yes, I’m a slut… fuck me… please, don’t stop.”
Chris speeded up his efforts and eased one hand down to find my clit above his pounding cock. My sex trigger seemed to have been ready to go off all day, and with a searing shock, I came immediately.
When the unexpected orgasm rippled through my groin, I let loose with my usual high-pitched howl, totally oblivious to the fact that, probably, there were people in the cubicles on either side of us. Quickly, Chris reached round and covered my mouth with his hand to stifle any further sounds. I managed to confine myself to weird, choking noises into his hand as the final waves of my climax passed. I could smell myself on his hand as he continued to fuck me, and drops of his sweat splashed onto my back.
He swung his hips steadily, really giving it to me, and I had to brace my arms to avoid being knocked over. In that position, I was really at his mercy, and his cock was stretching me to the limit. Despite having already cum, another orgasm started to build, fuelled by the very erotic situation of being fucked in a public toilet by a comparative stranger. My legs were trembling and getting weak however, and I was almost relieved when Chris erupted into me with a groan and his head flopped onto my shoulder.
When he pulled out of me, I swung around and sat down gratefully on the toilet seat. Without a word, he cautiously opened the door and slipped out, leaving me to lean across hurriedly to lock it. He was certainly a man of few words. I sat for a few minutes, feeling stunned and wondering yet again about my behaviour. Was I really becoming a sexual slut, unable to control myself?
After I had recovered, I had a quick wash, cleaned up my pussy as best I could and ran a comb through my hair. When I got back to our spot, John had returned. From the expressions on the faces of the three men, I could tell that Chris had told them about our fuck. They gazed up at me with anticipation like children looking forward to a party. John announced with a smirk that he had invited the two men to join us for dinner, and Chris gave me a cheeky grin.
Well, tonight was going to be a very interesting one indeed, I reflected with a shiver. Would John really press on with his sharing fantasy; and how would I react? A fresh trickle of cum escaped onto my thigh to remind me of what I could expect later. TO BE CONTINUED
