My Game At the Game

Short Story

I wasn’t all that keen on going to the game with my husband Rob. Although he’s an ardent supporter of the local team, those sorts of sporting events really aren’t my thing
I’d seen the television coverage of some of these games; the cameramen, besides covering the action on the field, frequently picking out any sexy looking tarts in the largely male dominated crowd. I think that it was with that sort of thing in mind, that my husband wanted me to go with him. This idea was further borne out when he suggested that I wear a particular micro-mini skirt of mine, along with a little white, cotton top that is very revealing.

I really don’t know why I bought that ridiculously tiny skirt in the first place; to tease my husband with I suppose. It’s flared and made of the softest, thinnest cloth that flounces about with every movement and is terrible in any sort of breeze; I don’t know how many times I’ve had it blow up around my hips and shown off my panties.
Anyway, I’ve been quite embarrassed the few times that I’ve worn it in public.

Well, the Saturday came and at least it was a lovely, warm, sunny day. I don’t think that I’d have been too keen to go if it had been cold and rainy.
I dressed as my husband wanted, and to tell the truth, felt half naked and protested that I couldn’t wear such an outfit. Rob was so enthusiastic though, that in the end I went as he desired. (The things that we do to please men.)
The top that I had on is a little, thin, hugging, cotton one, that, because I wear no bra with it, shows off my small breasts and is almost obscene the way that my nipples bulge out. That, along with the tiny little flared skirt with just a pair of panties underneath, and sandals on my feet, made up my costume. You can see why I felt a bit embarrassed at appearing amongst the largely male crowd.

I was pleased when Rob said that we’d drive the car rather than take a train or bus; I’d be exposed enough as it was without going on public transport.

We drove to the ground, and parked the car nearby. As soon as we joined the crowds of people streaming towards the ground, I could see everyone having a good long look at me.
Men don’t know what it’s like to be always getting scrutinised the way women are when ever we wear anything a bit sexy. And of course there’s the difference between just looking, and openly staring the way that men do when we dress a little bit daring. They seem to think that because a woman is scantily clad, they have the right to blatantly stare.
Anyhow, that’s how it was as we walked towards the ground.
One rough group of men even called out, “Ooo baby, I can almost see it.”  Rob just laughed and said that I had plenty of admirers.

I was relieved when we finally got to our seats so that I could sit down out of the general gaze.
We were on an upper level, and just a couple of rows from the front. It was quite interesting watching all of the comings and goings and general activity prior to the game.
We didn’t have to wait long though, before play started, and after a short while I began to find it a bit tedious even though all of the fans around about were so enthralled.
Eventually I decided to go and get some coffee from one of the food stands that we’d passed on the way to our seats. I tugged at my husband’s sleeve to gain his attention to tell him where I was off to.

Luckily, we were just a couple of seats in from the end of the row, because it was embarrassing squeezing past the couple of men on the end. Once past them and out to the stairs that led up through all of the tiers of seating, I was daunted at having to make my way up all of those stairs in my little skirt. I knew that at every step, as I raised each knee, the hem of my skirt would lift and almost certainly show a glimpse of my panties. Sitting in the seats I had needed to keep my legs firmly together and to fold my hands in my lap, but I could hardly walk up the long flight of stairs holding my hands in front of my pussy.

I hesitated momentarily, but then, grasping the side of my skirt in one hand to try to keep it down, I began my ascent.
I tried not to look directly at all of the men in the stands on either side of me, instead keeping my gaze on the steps, but I could nevertheless tell that all eyes were fixed on me as I made my way.
I became more and more embarrassed, and by the time that I reached the top rows of the stand, I could feel my face glowing red with the shame of being so perved on by the hundreds of men.

Attaining the top of the rows of seating, I heaved a sigh of relief and made my way along the largely deserted galleries of the huge concrete structure of the stadium.
I immediately heard a footfall behind me of someone who must also have come from the stairway I had ascended. A guy came alongside of me and I heard him saying, in such a straightforward, matter of fact tone of voice, and with something of a chuckle, “that would have to be the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen.”
I turned and looked up to him in some shock at his so blatant comment about my dress. He was tallish, dark and swarthy, but with an open and smiling face, though not the sort of person who would ever attract me.

I was, as I said, somewhat shocked and didn’t know what, if anything, to say in reply. I did find myself replying though; “gosh, you don’t have to be so ……….. ,” but then my words tailed off as I was lost how to describe his boldness.
He simply laughed. “Aw c’mon, you can’t tell me you’re not here to show yourself off.”

I really didn’t like the look of this man, but I nevertheless felt sexual stirrings mingled with the extreme embarrassment that I felt.
“I could see your little pink panties all the way up those stairs,” the guy snickered.
I gave an audible little gasp at his words. “Do you have to be so rude,” I said, trying to make my voice sound disdainful.
“You’re the one who’s rude,” he laughed, then added, “lewd even.”
Goodness! I could feel my face glowing with shame.

It was no distance to the food and drink stand, and we’d now reached it. There were a small number of people standing at the counter waiting to be served, and I took up my position there with the guy also moving in close to my side.
I was there just a moment when I jumped in alarm and gave a shrill little squeal. The guy had placed his hand firmly on my bottom. The other customers looked around to see what the disturbance was.
I tried to move away from the guy but he simply took a step to come close again.
Again I felt his hand on my bottom, and I pushed him away. “Will you stop that,” I complained in a hushed voice, not wanting to attract more attention.
The woman behind the counter, having been attending to a man alongside, now turned to serve me. I ordered coffee, and as I was being served I felt the guys hand caressing my bottom. I moved slightly, but to no effect, but not wanting to make a scene I had no option but to do nothing further. The guy, leaning closer, had said to the woman, “make that two coffees please.”
As soon as the woman turned her back, I pushed the guy’s hand away. “Stop it,” I whispered again, frowning slightly.

The coffees were brought, and the guy paid for both. “Come and sit over here and we’ll drink them,” the guy said in his continuing friendly, undeterred tone of voice.
I considered for a moment, and then said “I suppose that I might as well, you’ll only follow me where ever I go.”
The guy made a couple of frivolous comments, then asked which team I followed.
“Oh neither,” I replied, “I just came with my husband.”
“Ah, I wondered who you would have come with. You’d hardly come by yourself dressed like that.” He then continued, “doesn’t your husband object to you showing yourself off for everyone to perv on?”
His words made me feel a tingle of excitement. “No, he likes me wearing this skirt,” I replied.
What he next asked made me gasp. “Do you fuck around with other guys?”

“Oh God, you’re so crude,” I gasped.  
He just laughed at my words and stood up. He slightly thrust his hips forward and said, “you’d like this wouldn’t you baby.”
He’d stood close before me, and I couldn’t help but see the outline of his large and hard cock bulging under the front of his pants as he thrust it forward.
Again I gave a little cry of surprise, and I couldn’t help but stare at the shape of his cock in his pants.

He was leaning towards me, taking my hand. “C’mon baby, it’s deserted up the end there.”
My heart was pounding as he gently pulled me to my feet.
He kept a hold of my hand and I found myself walking with him towards a deserted part of the understructure of the stands. My mind was in shock. “No, I can’t,” I said in a soft and meek voice. He took no notice.
Leading me into an alcove he took me behind one of the large steel pillars.
I was mesmerised as he quickly ran his zipper down and took his beautiful hard cock out. Taking my hand he put it on his cock and was then leaning forward kissing me on my mouth as I grasped the warm, hard, bare flesh of his hard, erect cock.

I felt his parted lips on mine. I felt his tongue pressing between my lips. I let my mouth open slightly and his tongue found mine and licked. I began to kiss back, also using my tongue. We were panting, now kissing with passionate lust. I felt his hand grope its way under my skirt and press against my pussy. Now his fingers were pushing under my pants and sliding into my suddenly wet and slippery vagina. I squeezed his gorgeous cock and slid my fingers up and down it.
My panties were pulled down around my thighs. He was pressing close to me. I felt his cock probing around my pussy. I could hear people walking nearby, “no, no, not here,” I gasped.

His mouth left mine, panting lustfully. “Come to the toilets, I’ll fuck you there,” he said somewhat roughly.
He’d done up his pants and was leading me by the hand before my mind even came to grips with what he’d said. “God, what if we’re seen going in,” the thought raced through my brain.

We were approaching the toilets. He was leading me towards the door with the sign that said “MENS.”  I’d somehow not thought of going in there. I pulled back. “No I can’t,” I pleaded in a weak voice.
“I’ll make sure it’s ok,” he said, and he left me standing there while he took the few steps to the door and momentarily disappeared inside. He was back almost immediately and grabbed my hand, “come on baby.”
I let myself be almost pulled forward, and we went through the door marked “MENS.”
I gave a little gasping yell of horror as I saw a number of men standing at a urinal. I froze but was wrenched forward and pulled behind the guy into one of the cubicles.
“Bend over baby, I’ll fuck you like a dog,” the guy said as he eagerly dragged his pants down then got behind me and pulled my panties off my bum.
He more or less shoved me down into a bending position. I felt his hands grasp my hips and his cock locate my wet and slippery pussy, then easily slide right in. “Fuck, you’re ready for this aren’t you,” he sneered, no doubt referring to just how wet my pussy was.
He fucked me with deep, rapid plunges of his cock into my vagina.

I moved my feet a little further apart and lowered my shoulders a little more so that my backside lifted more into the air for him to fuck me.
I was panting lustfully as I considered that it was almost unbelievable to me that this thing had happened. Even though I’d not gotten over my nervousness about those other men outside, I felt so beautifully dirty at the thought of being fucked by a total stranger, in the men’s toilet block, while my husband was nearby happily watching the game.
Oh my God, how lustful I felt being fucked in that way. How I panted and gave moans of delight. How I rocked back and forth with the thrusts of his cock. How I shoved myself back onto his gorgeous, big, hard cock in response to his own lustful thrusts.

It was all over in a couple of minutes. It had been so crude and dirty, fucked like a whore, with no love only sexual desire.
I felt both lustful and frustrated as the guy pulled away and began pulling his pants up. I did, in a way, feel excited satisfaction at having done such an obscene, crude thing, but I’d really wanted more fucking.

I pulled my panties up and was adjusting my skirt when I jumped with fright at hearing a voice just above my head, saying, “how was the slut, a good fuck?”
I looked up staring in disbelief. A guy was looking over the adjoining wall of the cubicle, and had apparently been watching us fucking.
The guy who had taken me there, also looked up in surprise, but then simply broke into a grin and answered, “Yeh, she fucks like a whore.”
I felt myself blush with shame, but at the same time felt so lustful at the crudeness of the way I was being looked upon by these two men.

The man disappeared from his position looking over the wall.
The guy that I was with slipped the bolt of the door. I moved closer to him and took his hand for protection, ready for us to quickly get out of the toilet and away from there.
On opening the door however, our way was blocked by, not only the man who had watched over the wall, but two others as well.
I didn’t consider it at the time, but later on knew that these other two must have been watching through the cracks at the edge of the door.

Anyhow, on us opening the door of the cubicle, one of these men outside said, in a tone which implied that it was the obvious thing to do, “my turn next.”
My mind wasn’t functioning normally in this extreme situation which was totally outside my level of experience. I moved to make a run for it out of the toilet, but the guy who’s hand I’d taken for protection, now hung on to me tightly. “Why not,” he laughed.

This took literally no more than a few seconds, during which fleeting time I hardly had time to think, even if I could have thought straight.
A moment later I was being bent over and my panties were down around my thighs again.
I felt hands on my waist, and then a cock plunging into my sperm filled pussy.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, my fear being assuaged by my feelings of surging lust as I was being fucked by this guy who’s face I’d hardly glimpsed.

They’d not even taken me back into the cubicle, and there I was being fucked dog fashion, with the other three men all around me.
As I say, the new guy was fucking me in absolutely no time flat, and while it was happening I’d seen one of the other men opening the front of his pants and lifting a magnificent hard cock into view. “Let’s fuck her mouth,” this guy said, moving in front of me.
The man who’d originally taken me there, released my hand which he’d still been holding firmly, and I then clutched the other guy’s legs and eagerly took his beautiful. gorgeous big cock into my mouth and began sucking up and down its entire length, working my tongue over and around the hard, bulbous head of it.

I became oblivious to everything but the cocks that were fucking my mouth and pussy. I lurched about impaled on the cocks as I was thrust around with the hard, driving thrusts of the man fucking me from behind.

“What the hell” I heard someone exclaim, and I realised that it was two men who had just entered the toilet block.
“Who’s the slut?” one of them asked as they came up. “Just some fucking whore I picked up,” my original adulterer replied. “Her husband’s out in the stands watching the game,” he added with a laugh.

The man fucking my pussy began moaning loudly and lustfully as he pummelled my slurping vagina which was sending trickles of sperm and my own lustful juices down the insides of my thighs. He clutched my back and panted with exhaustion. I knew that his sperm had filled my pussy.
In just a moment he released his grip on my body and withdrew his satisfied cock. Almost without pause, I felt a new man take his position and probe my oh so sloppy pussy with his hard, rigid cock.
My mind reeled. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself. I’d read stories of this sort of thing, but surely they weren’t true, and yet here it was actually happening. How many men now – it was four wasn’t it, my brain tried to determine through the tumult of thoughts that were swirling about.
These thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt by the guy who was fucking my mouth, suddenly grasping my head and nearly choking me with his cock which he pushed right to my throat as it gushed it’s tacky cum in copious amounts.
After this satisfied guy then pulling out, I barely had time to swallow down his sperm and to get my breath before a new cock was presented for me to suck.

I was sure more men had arrived. There seemed to be so many milling around me.
“I’m going to fuck the slut up her ass,” I heard one crude comment. It didn’t happen immediately, but when my pussy was again adulterated with another supply of cum, and I knew that someone else was preparing to mount me, I felt two hands on the cheeks of my bottom, pressing them apart, and then, after it plunging into my sloppy pussy for lubrication, the feeling of a cock pressing on my tight anus which, after a little resistance, opened up to accommodate this new, hard cock right deep within my rectal tunnel.

My mind and body wallowed in the filth and depravity of the situation as more and more men fucked me. I’ve no idea how many, I think more than ten.
I felt wonderful. I felt dirty. I certainly felt full of men’s sperm.
I loved the snatches of dirty talk that my brain managed to process. I loved the way I was referred to as “the dirty slut.” Under normal circumstances I’d have been horrified to be called such names, but under these circumstances I revelled in it. One can after all, be called a slut as an insult or as a compliment.

The events of that experience, afterwards seemed confused in my memory. I’ve no definite recollection of how it came to end. All I recall is that same guy who had taken me there, eventually taking me by the hand and leading me out.
I spent some time in the ladies, cleaning myself up and fixing my hair. There was no sign of the guy when I came out, so I then made my way back to the stands, wondering what my husband would say about my long absence.
“Where have you been?” he asked, taking his eyes from the game for a moment. “Oh, I had a coffee and have been sitting up the back,” I answered, trying to sound normal, but aware that I was blushing.
My husband seemed to take no notice, and simply turned back to watching the game.
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Later, when the game was finished and my husband’s team had won, he asked whether I’d enjoyed the day.
“Oh yes,” I said smiling to myself, “I had a wonderful time.”
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On the Monday, Rob came home from work and told me, “the guys at work were telling me that, at the game on Saturday, there was a whore turning it on in one of the men’s toilets. Can you believe that? They swear that it’s true though, the brother of one of the guys was involved. What sort of a woman would do something like that though?” then, answering his own question, he said, “some filthy, depraved whore I guess.”          

Can’t Take Her Anywhere

Short story

Over the years, Georgette has developed a real love of sucking cock. And the thing is that she doesn’t care when or where, as long as she gets it. She seemed to need at least three or four cocks a day, besides mine. We go shopping a lot but usually just window-shopping because of our money situation.

Georgette and I were at a mall one day and looking around. We had a little money to spend so we were each going to buy something.

I’m sure that everyone is familiar with the round racks of clothes on the sales floor of most department stores. Some are a little higher than waist high and have clothes hanging on them that goes all the way to the floor.  Well, we were in Penney’s and I was looking at stuff in the men’s department.

Even though Georgette was next to me, the several other guys that were, as usual milling around the department looking at stuff were all discretely checking her out.

Well, I don’t like to brag but Georgette is an absolute knockout with her five foot five inch tall petite body, her shoulder length kind of a strawberry blonde hair that frames her gorgeous face with its perfect alabaster complexion. There isn’t a flaw on it. I’ve seen guys stare all day into her lovely cobalt blue eyes and never get tired of looking at her beauty.

Her breasts are nothing more than average, about a thirty-six C, but like the rest of her they’re perfect too. Her lovely breasts are firm and full, the type that men are always dying to caress, squeeze and of course suck on.

Today she had on her faded Daisy-Duke cut offs and a wife-beater t-shirt, no bra and some sandals.

Sensing their interest, Georgette slowly moved away from me.

Then while we were browsing separately a couple of guys struck up a conversation with her and she pointed me out as her husband. They seemed nervous and were looking for an exit when I came over and said, “Hi.” . “Hi man,” they returned, both still nervous.

Georgette always gets really breathy and hot and her nipples got hard at just the thought of sex and she was in that condition now. Her nipples were shining like headlights. The guy and his friend stared at her and I wondering what was going on.

One tried to change the subject. He said, “I need some swim trunks but I’m not sure what size to get.”

Moving closer to him, Georgette’s hand went to his crotch. When her fingers wrapped around his cock he couldn’t move, he just froze. I could see that she was massaging his cock through his pants. After a couple minutes of fondling she said, “I bet it’s a size eight at least.”

We were near one of those round racks that had stuff hanging to the floor…trench coats I think. When Georgette started to unzip his pants the guy stammered, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to measure you better,” she said.

“Here in the fucking store?” the guy whispered, red faced. . “Yes, right here,” chimed Georgette as she went down to her knees and backed into the clothes. With his cock still gripped in her hand, she pulled him closer.

So here he was red faced, standing close to the rack his front concealed in the clothes rack. The poor guy was awe struck; he couldn’t believe that Georgette was on her knees with his cock into her mouth.

He was silent, but his eyes were rapidly opening and closing. When they were opened, you could see them rolling in their sockets. I laughed when his friend said, “This is hot man, I can’t believe it’s happening.”

I should have warned them that my wife needed to suck at least one cock every couple of hours or so, but this was too much fun. Shaking my head, I thought to myself, I just couldn’t take her anywhere.

The guy just stood there, knees weak, holding on to the rack for support. Then he got a strange look on his face and it was obvious that he was cumming and that Georgette hidden in the clothes was slurping up his cum.

He was still holding on to the rack and managing to stand up straight when Georgette’s head popped out from between the clothes. With a big smile, she motioned the other guy to her trap.

With a big grin, he rushed forward and took up his position while his friend and I faked talking so as to not attract store personnel.

With remarkable dexterity, she started to unsnap and unzip his jeans so his enormous erection could spring free.

“Oh my god, this one is hung,” uttered Georgette lustful.

He nearly gasped out loud as Georgette started to lovingly kiss the side of his cock.

As he moaned, “Uuuugh,” in sudden pleasure, she started to lick the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of and enjoying, the effect she was having on this stranger.

Her red tongue danced slowly up and down his swollen cock, teasing him, unleashing his passions.

Suddenly, boldly, Georgette encircled the head of his cock with her moist, full lips. The magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for her new friend to bear. Franticly he thrust wildly with his hips, driving his shaft deep into her mouth.

Then she started working her magic on his cock with her hands and mouth. The guy almost lost his balance several times, but he hung on to the rack and stayed erect. It took over fifteen minutes for Georgette to coax his cum from the treasured cock in her mouth but finally she did, it was all he could do to hold in his moans and groans.

Then one of the salesmen came over. “So what is going on here guys?” he asked suspiciously. He couldn’t see Georgette, even though he was very close to the place where Georgette was down on her knees.

We all smiled, “Oh nothing, just talking.”

“Well, you need to move on okay, no loitering.”

Then he gave a startled look,

“What the hell?” is all he said as he looked down at Georgette lowering his zipper. “What the fuck,” he stammered, “Now, what the fuck?”

We were trying not to laugh too loud but Georgette had managed to get his cock out and was gazing, dreamlike, at his erection.

Slowly, Georgette reached for it and wrapped her fingers around it.

With hypnotic fascination she stroked it lovingly, caressing its length. After a few moments, she withdrew her hand and before he knew what was happening, she slipped his cock into her mouth. We laughed because his cock in her mouth was now keeping him quiet.

We could see him weaken as she took care of his cock.

He finally almost melted when he unloaded into her hot mouth.

Then her head poked out of the clothes, “Come on honey,” she said to me, “You need to do something about that erection too.”

I stepped up and she expertly took care of my hard cock.

And not a minute too soon.  It had been that way for well over the half hour that I’d spent watching these men get relief from her magic mouth.

She finally stood up, her shorts were soaked with her pussy juice and her wife-beater t-shirt was showing her very hard nipples and her face was flushed red from her pleasure.

As she smiled at all the guys, the salesman looked at her, and breathless said, “Damn lady, you’re hot.”

“Then I can come here anytime and shop for cock?” she asked him innocently.

“Sure,” he told her.

“Good, what days do you work?”

He told her and she said, “I’ll be back then, make sure you have lots of customers for me to suck.”

“Lady, half the fucking store employees will be here for you.”

“Great, lets go,” as she took my hand and lead me towards the exit. “I wanna go to Sears now.”   ”Okay Babe,”

As we got to the other end of the mall and we walked into the Sears, we saw immediately that they were having a big sale and that the men’s department was really busy.

Georgette’s eyes literally glazed over with lust at the sight of all those good lucking guys in one place. With a husky voice, she murmured, “See ya later,” as she hurried away towards her quarry.

“Damn,” I thought with a chuckle, “I can’t take you anywhere.”

Holiday Diary

Short Story

Day 1.

After a long wait for our bags at the airport we finally
found a taxi that would take us to our hotel. An hour and a half later we arrived
at the most magnificent building and gardens that was stuck in the
absolute middle of nowhere. 

As patience isn’t one of his virtues Rob wasn’t happy even
though it had been him who had booked this ‘bargain holiday’ over the Internet.
At the reception desk we had more problems. It quickly became evident that
German tourists mainly used the hotel as the staff hardly spoke any English.
Being typical Brit’s we obviously didn’t speak German or Spanish or anything
other than English. As there was a problem with our reservation this meant that
we were having terrible problems trying to register. Then, out of the blue, a ‘white knight’ appeared. 

Well, not a real ‘white knight’ but a group of 5 teenage
German boys wearing shorts and basketball vests as if they had just returned
from the beach. “Hello. Can I help?” the tallest asked in a
faultless English with only the merest hint of a German accent. “We
can’t get booked in mate.” Rob muttered. “Can I see?” he
asked as he took our Internet receipt from my husband. The boy read it
carefully then spoke politely to the young girl behind the counter. They
each pointed at various parts of the document until the girl grinned and
went into her office.

The boy handed Rob the receipt back. “She confused you
with someone who was not due to arrive until Saturday. I’m sorry. She is
getting your keys now.” “Uh, thanks mate.” Rob replied
embarrassed. “Hi, my name is Didi. I am also staying here, with my
friends.” He then turned to his friends who all waved and smiled.
“Hello and thank you very much,” I offered him my hand,
“I’m Andrea and this is Rob…my husband. We are from England.”
“I guessed!” Didi laughed, “I am sorry. That was not fair.”

The receptionist returned with our room keys and some more
documents. After a couple of stress free minutes we were unlocking the door to
our room. “At last!” Rob huffed as he dropped the cases onto the
floor.  “God! It’s fantastic!” I gushed as I whizzed around the
room opening doors and cupboards. When I opened the shutters in the bedroom I
was greeted with two of the German boys standing on the balcony of the apartment
opposite. We waved to each other as I surveyed the pool and bar area.
Suddenly I felt as if I was finally on holiday. Back in the living room Rob had
found the porn channel on the TV. “I might have guessed!” I scowled
as he stared at two huge breasted girls wrestling on a bed. “Guess who are
opposite us?” I asked as I put the kettle on.  Rob turned and
shrugged his shoulders. “The German boys. The one with long hair
waved.” I told him. “Gay boys all of them.” Rob chuckled as the
blonde girl produced a huge dildo from under a pillow. 

“I’m sorry?” I quizzed him, “Gay boys? What
makes you say that?” Without taking his eyes from the screen he went on,
“Well, look at them; they’re too good looking to be straight. Five
lads like that…together…. On holiday…definitely!” I shook my
head knowing that it would be pointless to argue. 

Later that night we passed the boys as we went into the
restaurant. “Hi. Andrea?” Didi greeted me, unsure how to pronounce my
name. “How is your room?” “Fine,” I replied noticing
his twinkling blue eyes. “Yeah, fine thanks,” Rob mumbled.
“Are you eating in the hotel?” Didi continued as one of his friends
tapped his watch, “not going into town?” “We are a bit tired
after all of the travelling, so we thought that we would have a quiet
night.” I smiled as Rob rudely made for the bar. “How far is it to
the town? Can we walk?" 

Didi laughed again and shook his head, "Not really, it
is 3km, we have a car and I think that you will need one to.” With that
his friend with long dreadlocks tugged his arm and they left. Rob handed
me a drink and asked, “Is it cold out there?” “No,” I
shook my head not knowing what he meant. Then his eyes went down to my nipples,
which were now clearly poking through the thin material of my dress. My
husband grinned as I blushed and turned away. “You’re going to be
disappointed…. I stand more chance with him than you do!” he
laughed out loud, “I’m telling you – gay as a Bishop!” During
our meal we planned sunbathing around the pool the following day, then
we’d get a taxi into town on the night then hire a car the following day
to discover the island and most importantly – the beaches. 

Day 2

Rob and I had been lying by the pool for over an hour when I
heard a familiar voice say, “Hi. Do you like it by the pool?” I
looked up to see the German boys walking past, obviously on their way to
the beach. Didi was standing next to my lounger, only dressed in baggy
surf shorts, trainers and dark shades. “Yes its fine, thanks.” I
replied. Rob looked up from his English newspaper and smiled. “We
prefer the beach. It is less crowded.” He told me as he bent down
onto his haunches. “Me too, but as it’s our first day we thought we
would stay in the hotel.” I was enjoying talking to this handsome
young man. I could tell why Rob would think that they were gay; all 5 were
very good looking, tall, cool and their bodies were very tanned and toned.
“You should join us one day,” Didi suggested, making two of his
friends laugh, which puzzled me. “That would be good,” I told
him knowing that my husband would never agree. With that they left us. 

The rest of the day was uneventful until late afternoon when
I decided to go upstairs for a shower and get ready for our night out. When Rob finally
joined me his stomach, legs, ankles, chest and face were as red as a
beetroot! He had fallen asleep. We had a blazing row as he thought that I
should have been checking on him! Men! 

By the time that I stepped out of the shower my husband was
burning up. After a discussion he still agreed to go into town for a meal and a
few drinks. That was a mistake! We were only halfway through our meal when he
was in so much pain I decided that we would have to get a taxi back to the
hotel. 

As we were trying to flag down a cab the German boys
appeared and asked what was wrong. I explained and Ralf volunteered to drive us
back in their rented Jeep. 

“No, no!” Rob insisted sarcastically, “You
stay here with the lads. You enjoy yourself." 

Within two minutes Ralf returned with a big open-topped Jeep
and my husband was zooming away from me. As my husband had decided that the guys
were gay, he probably felt that he had nothing to worry about, apart from
me getting drunk! 

With the Jeep in the distance the remaining lads took me
into a Disco-bar. We had a great time, drinking and dancing and drinking some more.
As we drank they asked me about England and my job and Rob, while I asked
them about Germany and themselves. It became obvious quite quickly that
they weren’t gay as three of them had girlfriends back at home! They had
come on holiday together as they were all going to different universities
all over Germany later in the year and this would probably be their last
chance to be together. 

By about 11 o’clock I was very tipsy and dancing quite
outrageously with 2 or 3 boys at a time. "I must get back to see my
husband, he’s not well.” I slurred as I took a huge gulp of yet
another exotic cocktail that they had bought me. 

At the Jeep I realised that it was only designed for 5
people and there was now 6 of us. Ralf got into the driver’s seat and Stefan, a
gorgeous boy with long blonde dreadlocks jumped into the passenger seat.
“You may have to sit on one of our laps,” Didi apologised. 

I didn’t care at all; in fact I was looking forward to a ‘bumpy’ drive home. As I drunkenly climbed up the steps and clambered onto the
back seat I heard Hans say something in German which made his friends
laugh. "Shit!“ I realised that he had been looking up my short
summer dress and had seen my lace thong. Grinning I playfully slapped his
muscled arm, and wagged a finger at him. 

He innocently shrugged his shoulders and pretended that he
didn’t know what I meant. 

The boys sat in the seats and I positioned myself on a knee
of both Didi and Mark. Didi put his strong arm around my waist and with a roar
and a sandstorm Ralf raced out of the car park. 

I had been correct about the bumpy road. It was like a
rollercoaster as the car hit every pot-hole on the island. I was thrown about
like a rag-doll in the back giving the lads plenty of opportunities to ‘accidentally’
grab my freely bouncing breasts or slide a hand up my short dress touching
my thighs ‘in an attempt to steady me’! Eventually, when they realised
that I wasn’t complaining, Didi slid his hands inside my dress and
casually groped my tits through my bra. The others stroked my legs and one
even playfully touched my tingling pussy. All too soon we were back at the
hotel. Still giggling we climbed out of the Jeep and I straightened my
clothes, so as not to make my husband too suspicious. In the reception
area they begged me to have one more drink with them, but I declined
explaining that I had to see to my ‘sick husband’. At my age, leaving five
young men ‘horny and disappointed’ made me very happy indeed. 

Rob looked a sorry sight lying spread-eagled on his bed. His
body looked even more inflamed in the half-light. "Silly sod!” I
thought as he moaned and groaned; feeling sorry for himself. I covered him
in ‘after-sun’ then undressed for bed in the bathroom. I chuckled to myself
as my thong was so wet it actually stuck to me. After the ride in the back
of the Jeep, I was so turned on I had to play with myself as I sat on the
toilet. It felt sooooooo sexy fiddling with my sticky clit thinking about
those boys playing with my tits and legs, knowing that my husband was lying
asleep in the next room. 

Day 3

Rob was so ill he couldn’t face any breakfast, so, very ‘hungover,’
I made my way down alone. Three of the German boys were already there and
beckoned me over. Remembering my behavior 9 hours previously I found it
difficult to make eye-contact with them as I sipped my OJ and coffee.
Thankfully they were gentlemen and only ‘alluded’ to having ‘enjoyed my
company’ the previous evening. 

When I told them how sore and ill Rob was and I would be
sunbathing alone today, Didi volunteered to stay behind and keep me company. I tried
to tell him ‘no’ but he insisted. An hour later after telling Rob of my
plans, I was lying topless next to a handsome 18 year old German boy on
adjoining loungers. Thankfully Rob thought that this was just another ‘thing’ that gay boys would do. 

Didi was good company and we talked in more detail about our
differing lives as the morning flew by. He talked very passionately about the beach
and the surf, insisting that Rob and I should join them there when he felt
better. Every half hour I would put my bikini top back on and we would
swim together in the refreshing pool. I couldn’t take my eyes off his slim
tanned torso as he dried himself. As Didi sat on the edge of his
sun-lounger and bent away from me my stomach fluttered as my hands began
rubbing thick cream into his skin. His body felt so hard compared to my
husband. With my eyes covered by dark sunglasses I could see a fat woman a
few yards away from us staring at me and smiling – I guess that she was
jealous. After a couple of minutes of this ‘pleasure’ Didi turned away and
adjusted the front of his once loose shorts. When he had composed himself
he asked if I ‘would like the same’. I nodded and lay on my stomach. 

‘God Almighty!’ this felt good. His hands were soft and
gentle as he caressed the cool lotion into my baking flesh, making my purr like
a kitten. We continued like this until lunchtime, when I went back to see how
my husband was. As I opened the door I was hit by an icy blast. Rob was
lying half asleep on the sofa with the air-conditioning turned on full. 

In fairness to him, he looked terrible and probably was in a
lot of pain, but it was his own fault! I put on a sweatshirt and made some salad
which I ate alone on the balcony. 

Rob wasn’t in the mood for small talk but seemed happy that
Didi was keeping me company by the pool, which meant that ‘my’ holiday wasn’t being
completely ruined. 

Didi was waiting for me with some cold beers when I
returned. The next couple of hours flew by as we swam, drank beer (and water)
then rubbed more suntan lotion into each other’s hot bodies. I swear that
there was a bulge in the front of his trunks at least three times that he carefully
adjusted, thinking that I hadn’t noticed – but I had! After a while I
began to feel very, very naughty, I looked up to see that the blinds in my
apartment were still closed. “Do you like that?” he asked in his
sexy American/German accent, as he massaged my shoulder blades with lotion
one more time. “Oh yessssss.” I cooed as his fingertips slid
down my sides until they touched my tits, “yessss.” I continued as he
slowly moved to the small of my back easing his fingers inside the elastic
of my bikini pants. “Should I do your legs?” he whispered. 

Mmmmmm, yes please.“ I continued purring as he
delicately squeezed the muscles and sinews of my 34 year old legs. 

I eventually had to ask him to stop as I now wanted some
lotion on my front. I took the bottle from him and sensuously squirted a huge
dollop of cold white suntan lotion onto my chest as I sat less than three
feet away from this young hunk of love. I tried as best I could to make it look
natural as I rubbed the runny liquid into my heaving breasts and across my
stomach. My tits felt heavier and firmer than I could remember as I
squeezed and rotated them for my young friends’ pleasure. 

Didi was pretending that this was the most normal thing in
the world as he tried to make polite conversation. I stared into his pale blue
eyes as I eased the elastic of my bikini bottoms away from my skin with
one hand as the other rubbed the cream further down. Didi was virtually speaking
in a whisper as he tried to peek inside my pants. 

What were you saying?” I nonchalantly asked as he was
now nearly incoherent. “Oh, uh …nothing important.” He mumbled as I
spread my legs, exposing my prominent ‘camel toe’ (as Rob calls it) to him
as I squirted more cream onto the inside of both thighs. 

I bent forward making my breasts jiggle and whispered,
“Would you like to rub that in for me?” All he could do was smile as
his trembling hands nervously touched my skin. It took him a few seconds
to gain his confidence, but when he did I was in Heaven. His hands and
fingers swirled in long then small circles pressing the skin as if it was
made of eggshells. 

I scanned the area to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully
only the fat woman was, and she appeared to be enjoying the show as much as I was.
A couple of times he ‘accidentally’ touched my genital area making me jump
as it was so sensitive. 

“Naughty, naughty!” I chided him as I tapped him
on the head. He looked up like a scolded puppy. Nervously I looked at my watch,
4.15, and said, “I’d like a coffee." 

"Oh…okay,” he muttered with a look of
devastation on his face, “I’ll get them.” “No, not from
there,” I looked towards the bar, “let’s go to your room.”
The look on his face suddenly changed into a huge grin. He began throwing
his things into a bag until I told him to slow down, as I didn’t want to
make it ‘look too obvious’. I knew by slowly getting dressed and packing my
bag would only tease him a little bit more. Once inside the hotel he
nearly ran up the stairs two at a time. Then as we entered the untidiest
room that I’d ever been in, he suddenly lost his confidence. “Your
husband? What if ….?” he stammered? 

I put my finger to his lips and told him not to worry about
Rob. I then unhooked my bikini top and dropped it to the floor. “You’ve
wanted to do this all day haven’t you?” I asked as I gently pulled
his face towards my shiny tits. “Suck them!" 

He did as he was told and hungrily licked and sucked my
swollen nipples making them ache like never before. His hands were suddenly all
over my body groping my arse through my sarong and pants then roughly
grabbing my tits. I hadn’t felt this ‘wanted’ for a lot of years. I
unfastened the sarong leaving me standing in just my tiny bikini bottoms
as he continued licking and sucking my 34c tits. "That’s enough of
that!” I told him as I grabbed his hard dick through his shorts.
“Which room is yours?" 

He motioned to an open door, "Okay, let’s go!” I
laughed as I led him into the room by his cock. The bedroom was worse than the
lounge with clothes scattered everywhere. I even noticed a dirty magazine
and some tissues next to one of the beds. I pushed him onto the bed and
tugged his shorts down. There was no tan line as his cock sprang into
view. 

“I did not know how to tell you….the beach that we go
to…it is a….nudist beach!” “Jesus!” I gasped. 

“We are quite open about nudity in Germany and our
families have come here since we were all little boys. Are you shocked?”
He told me as I began licking the shaft. “Not at all,” I grinned
as I kissed the purple tip, “it sounds like fun.” I stared at
his young tanned cock. It was such an odd shape – about 6 inches long,
quite narrow at the base eventually spreading out to a big fat bell-end
that looked like a plum. He had a small forest of brown pubic hair but
none at all on his balls. 

“Ooh! Andrea!” he gasped as I covered his fat knob
with my lips. My mind was racing; thinking about these five strapping young
lads naked on a beach – my pussy was tingling again. I couldn’t wait to
feel his fat cock inside my cunt. My tongue was running along the purple
knob as I began stroking his pubes and shaft with my thin fingers making
him really moan now. 

As soon as I gripped his swollen balls he began grunting and
before I could take it out, his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot lumpy
cum filled my mouth. Sadly I don’t like the taste so tried to keep as much in
my mouth without swallowing any as I pulled his cock out. He erupted again
splashing my face with yet more youthful spunk as I tried to stand up. I
waved my hand and shook my head, trying to tell him that I’d had enough. 

“Oh, oh I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…I didn’t
know…I’m sorry.” He stammered as I looked for somewhere to spit his cum
into. As I ran into the living area I was greeted by his friends watching
the porn channel. They all smiled and waved. Shocked, I ran across the
room with Didi’s excess cum running down my face as I struggled to keep
the rest in my mouth. 

I leant across the sink and spat the foul tasting liquid
into the bowl. I then wiped my face with a t-shirt and turned to face the
grinning boys. They were no longer watching the girl masturbating on the
TV but staring at me dressed only in a tiny pair of bikini bottoms. Didi
was nonchalantly standing naked in the bedroom doorway with his semi-swollen
cock still pointing at me. “I think that this is yours….Andrea.”
Ralf said as he held my bikini top aloft. I smiled sarcastically as he
waved it above his head. 

With one arm covering my breasts I held the other out. Just
as I touched the strap he threw it to Stefan. I quickly turned and tried to
grab it – too late, he threw it across the room. In seconds I’d forgot
that I was topless and chased my flying bra around the boys’ room amid
much laughter from all of us. Didi finally handed it back and as I
fastened it he asked, “Will you consider joining us at the beach
tomorrow?” The horny state that I was in effected my brain, “I’d
love to!" 

As I walked back to my apartment my nipples were poking
through my bikini top. My pussy was absolutely aching as I could still taste Didi’s
spunk in my mouth. The more I ‘tasted it’ the hornier I became. I was
praying that Rob had made some form of recovery and would let me fuck him.
He was still sitting on the sofa in the dark freezing room, surrounded by
used tissues when I entered. "So you’re feeling better, I see.”
I joked. “A bit,” he sighed, “but look at this.” As he
turned to face me I could see that the burns on his face had now turned to scabs.
“Oh God!” I whispered as I gently kissed his forehead. 

As I put more lotion on his sores it was obvious that Rob
wasn’t going to be able to satisfy my sexual urges in any form. I had to play
with myself twice, in the shower to give my pussy some form of relief, but
I knew that I needed a good fucking – and soon. 

As we sat eating, in the restaurant, I told him ‘what good
company’ Didi had been, and that he had invited us to the beach (neglecting to
tell my husband that it was a nudist beach and they were 5 horny heterosexual
teenagers!) 

Rob wasn’t sure as he felt that we should spend some time
together. The decision was made for him at 3.30 am as made his way to the
bathroom for the fourth time. I had told him not to eat sea food in his condition,
but, ‘being a man’ he knew best. The smell when he returned was
disgusting. “That’s it! I’m going to the beach tomorrow…Sod you!" I
told him. 

Day 4

As Rob lay asleep I decided to go for breakfast alone. The
boys were already there. Slightly blushing, as they all knew that I’d given Didi
a blow-job the previous day, I sat with them. As we chatted I told 
them about Rob’s new ‘problem’. "So, Andrea, are you going to join us at
the beach?” Stefan asked, grinning. I shrugged my shoulders and nervously
nodded my head. The boys then laughed and chuckled as they talked in
German. “Fantastic!” seemed to be the consensus. Twenty minutes
after leaving my husband with enough water and tissues to see him through
the day I was sitting on Didi’s knees in the back of the Jeep. 

The beach was a 30 minute drive away. This time everyone
appeared to be a bit more nervous and restrained. When we arrived, the guys
grabbed the towels, footballs and cool-boxes and we set off along the hot
sand. As we passed a large number of families and couples I was amazed to
see how many people were nude and wasn’t sure if I would actually have the nerve
to go fully naked too. 

My eyes flashed through my dark glasses at all the flesh
that was on display. I don’t care what my mother said about ‘when you’ve seen
one – you’ve seen them all!“ I must have seen every shape and size of
penis known to man. I tried my best not to stare, but…well…I just
loved looking at them. 

The German boys finally found a relatively secluded spot
with a type of derelict semi-circular sheltered area made from rocks and old
bits of flotsam. "What’s that?” I asked as I dropped my bag.
“Stefan laughed; "They are for windy days and shy people!”
the others laughed. 

I wasn’t sure what to do then the 5 boys looked at each
other and WHOOSH…their shorts and vests were thrown into the ‘shelter’. My stomach
turned over as I stared at their youthful bodies. Three began playing
football which made their long soft penises bounce between their strong
legs as they ran around. “Have you decided?” Didi asked me. I
smiled and unclipped my bra, slowly exposing my tits for him. Then I
unzipped my shorts and slid them down my legs. 

Still smiling I told him that I still wasn’t sure about
going fully naked. He shrugged his shoulders and disappointedly wandered off to play
football. I stood in my bikini pants, sunglasses and straw hat 
rubbing sun-tan lotion into my flesh as I watched my new friends running
around naked. They looked terrific with their slim, tanned, muscular
bodies and dangling cocks. 

I spotted that the blonde haired Hans was circumcised and
the rest had foreskins, Stefan’s’ especially looked sexy as it was very long
and thick. 

Didi waved me over as the boys ran down to the refreshing
sea as I lay on my towel. They were already jumping about in the surf with the ball
as I tentatively walked into the cold water which made my nipples instantly
pop out. I quickly acclimatised and joined in their game which seemed to
be a version of handball. I was having great fun diving into the waves
when, just as I tried to retrieve the ball, I felt a hand push my
shoulders. The next I knew I was face down in the water. As I managed to
get my head out of the water I felt Ralf and Mark tugging at my pants.
Another wave crashed into us, knocking me helpless. When I recovered Mark
was leaping through the water with my pants in his hand. 

As I sat in the water I quickly realised that there was
nothing I could do. After all ‘I had already seen their bits so they may as
well see mine’! I slowly got to my feet discretely letting them see my
neatly trimmed pubes. Just as I made eye contact with Didi the ball hit me on
the head knocking me sideways. After a few minutes being naked in the
water felt very liberating, especially when the surf went between 
my legs frothing around my pussy, making me even hornier. 

Eventually as we trooped back up the beach I spotted a
couple of old men now sitting close by the shelter. Both were short, quite
chubby, grey haired and had moustaches, one was very thick and bushy. They
smiled and waved as I walked past which made me self-conscious about my
nudity again. As the boys were already drying themselves Ralf threw me my pants
which I instantly threw into the shelter, confirming that I was staying
nude. 

After toweling myself dry I began covering myself in suntan
lotion, Stefan offered to rub some into my back. I nodded agreement and passed him
the bottle. He was as good as Didi had been the previous day. I closed my
eyes as his hands pressed the cool liquid into my hot skin. 

Soon his hands wandered underneath my arms until he was
gently massaging the sides of my breasts. I calmly raised my arms to allow him
free access. I gasped as his cock began to stiffen against my bum as he firmly
squeezed my tits and tugged at my already stiff nipples. “That is
good? Yah?” He whispered. “Mmmmmm, yes…very.” I replied as I maneuvered
his rising cock between my arse cheeks. 

Didi shouted something which made Ralf stop and the others
including the old men all laughed. Ralf squirted some lotion at Didi then
chased him around the beech until he finally caught him, pushing him into
the soft sand. 

We continued like this for the next couple of hours –
playing in the sea then the boys taking it in turns oiling my back and tits. My
pussy ached so much it actually felt as if it had been kicked, I was so turned
on as I watched them oiling themselves especially when they took their
time rubbing the cream into their youthful penises. When they massaged me
they no longer made any pretence at having erect cocks, in fact Ralf and
Mark took great delight in rubbing oil into theirs directly in front of
me. 

I felt absolutely brazen as we ate a late lunch. I was now
so relaxed with my nudity and the effect that it was having on my new friends
that I deliberately sat with my legs apart giving them an unobstructed
view of my pink gash. As the afternoon wore on I became sexually
frustrated as all of their fondling and massaging kept bringing me ‘to the
boil’ then they would stop. 

Then after being groped and fondled by three of the boys as
we played Frisbee in the surf, Stefan was rubbing oil into my tits one of his hands
slowly descended into my trimmed pubes in front of his friends. I heard
the boys laughing and looked over to see them all sitting legs apart,
making no attempt to hide their own hardening cocks. Delighted that at my
age I could seriously turn on a group of horny teenagers I motioned Didi
to help his friend, by waving the bottle. His purple knob peeked out of
the foreskin as his long cock swayed in front of him as he stood up. 

Didi squirted more lotion onto my tits and belly then his hands
replaced Ralf’s on my heaving breasts. Both boys caressed and stroked my middle aged
body, taking great care when their young hands covered my tits, arse and
thighs. 

The others were standing very close now touching my aching
breasts as well, as the two boys had worked their hands and fingers between my legs
until they were touching and fondling my soaking pussy without actually
penetrating it. Mark began talking to Ralf in German, then taking hold of
my wrist he told me, “We should go into the shelter." 

“No, not here, please. Let’s go back to the hotel. There are
too many people here.” I panted, hoping that I was finally going to
get the good fucking that I was aching for. 

All five boys had raging hard-ons as they hurriedly put
their shorts back on. As they hastily packed the rucksacks Ralf handed me my
bikini. I grinned and tucked it inside my own bag. It was about a mile
back to the Jeep but I wanted to be stark naked as I walked back through
the other tourists with my five young friends. I could feel my love juices trickling
down the inside of my thighs as I walked hand in hand with Didi as we
followed the others along the beach. 

At the car I put my shorts and bra on and climbed into the
back with Didi, Ralf and Mark. 

We were hardly out of the car park when Mark had lifted my
tits out of their supporting cups exposing my breasts to the world as we zoomed back
to our hotel. Didi cupped my head in his hands and finally kissed me. Our
tongues wrestled like spitting cobras as someone slid a hand inside my
pants and pushed at least two fingers into my sopping hole, I spread my
legs as far apart as possible making it easier for him to finger me to a
screaming orgasm. 

Ralf slowed down as we entered the hotel car park, making
sure that no one could see us, especially as my shorts were now around my
knees. 

Mark set off first on a ‘scouting mission’ to see if Rob was
sitting on our balcony. Thankfully he wasn’t so we discretely made our way up
the back stairs until we entered the boys’ apartment. For a few seconds we all
stood in silence then I pulled Ralf’s shorts down making his cock spring
into view. I knelt in front of him and opened my mouth. He knew what to do
and eased his ever stiffening cock past my lips. I immediately licked,
sucked and slurped on his hot pink knob. Hands were now grabbing and
groping at my tits and arse as I gobbled his salty cock. 

I moved my head away and began sucking on Stefan’s slim
dick. It wasn’t as stiff as Ralf’s and with a slight push it went straight to
the back of my throat. I kept my jaw as wide open as possible as he fucked
my mouth making his cock go deep into my throat. Someone had now spread my legs
and was fingering my sopping cunt with at least three digits right past
his knuckles. Stefan was jamming his cock faster and deeper into my throat
as I bobbed my head backwards and forwards. 

I sensed that he was about to blow his wad and should have
made him withdraw but the finger fucking that I was getting at the other end
was driving me crazy. 

Stef grabbed my wet hair and forced his cock as far into my
throat as it would go then grunted like a bear. My breathing was getting out of control
as I felt lump after lump of thick German spunk slide down my throat
straight into my belly. I could hardly taste his cum until he quickly
withdrew his deflating member smearing my tongue with his salty seed. 

I gripped his shaft as Didi instantly replaced him in front
of me and nibbled on his ball sack making him wince with pain, I then ran my tongue
along a thick blue vein that ran along the underside of his cock until I
got to his floppy foreskin which was still covering his bell-end. It felt
strange as I began sucking his ‘skin and knob at the same time. As I
filled my mouth with his cock the fingers were removed from my swollen
cunt and then replaced by someone jamming their cock deep inside. 

Obviously I’d never done anything remotely like this before
and the idea of being fucked at both ends had been a fantasy of mine (and my husbands!)
for many years. Whoever was fucking my doggy fashion grabbed my hips and
hammered into me like a piston. Even if I hadn’t had a fat cock in my
mouth at the same time this would have been a terrific fuck! But sucking
Didi at the same time had my clit ready to explode. 

As he rammed my cunt I had to grab Didi to stop myself
falling over as my knees were sliding on the tiled floor. Then, suddenly, as
the cock was pulled out of my twat I turned my eyes to see Mark’s spunk
heading towards my swinging tits. Didi grabbed the back of my head with
one hand and began tugging at his cock with the other until he filled my dry
mouth with sticky spunk, as splash after splash of Mark’s spunk landed on
my chest and slid down onto my nipples. When he was satisfied he moved
away leaving me on my hands and knees trying to get my breath back through
a mouthful of teenage sperm. 

I spat some out but because I was out of breath it seemed to
stick to my tongue and everything as it was so thick. Shattered, I rolled onto
my back. The boys still surrounded me and talked and laughed excitedly in German.
As I grabbed a bottle of water and took a long gulp Hans took hold of one
of my ankles and pulled my legs apart. Grinning he stared at my gaping
love-hole, “Okay?” he asked as he knelt between my thighs. 

“Yes…yes,” I gasped as I gulped down even more
cool water, “but let’s go into the bedroom!” A girl has to have some
comfort even if she is getting gang-banged! In a second after lying on the
scruffy single bed his knob was sliding past my love-flaps making me groan
like whore. I lay flat on my back and wrapped my les around his tanned
back drawing his six inches even deeper inside my body. His face fell onto
my chest and he began suckling my tingling nipples as he pounded my pussy
with vigor. 

Ralf knelt beside my face and offered his cock for me to
suck again. Smiling, I obediently opened my lips for him. It was difficult to concentrate
on sucking his young cock as Hans was rattling my cunt like a diesel
train. 

I used my tongue as best as I could while he fucked my
mouth. When he moved his body I could see the others standing around smoking,
laughing and tugging at their hardening cocks. Then I spotted the two old
men as well! They must have followed us back to the hotel. 

My hips were now rocking in time with Hans as he increased
the intensity of his fucking, making the bed shake. I knew that he must be
close to cumming as his face was becoming contorted. I unlocked my ankles
from around his back expecting him to withdraw but he took advantage by manoeuvring
his shoulders under my legs forcing my ankles behind my ears and sending
his cock deeper into my belly! In seconds both of us screamed out loud as
we orgasmmed together. Ralf forced his cock back into my throat as my
mouth hung wide open. He moved his weight onto his other arm and began
pumping his hot greasy juices into my stretched throat as Hans continued
filling my womb and belly with his own spunk. 

As my trembling orgasm subsided we collapsed in a bit of a
heap. The boys slowly slid their deflating cocks from my body and were
instantly replaced by Stefan and Didi (again). I was now developing a
taste for cum and was sucking Stefan’s cock so hard in my desire for
another mouthful that he actually begged me to slow down and be gentle
with him. I complied but it wasn’t easy as Didi was becoming more
confident as he fucked me and he too lifted one of my legs into the air as
he jack-hammered my willing cunt with his virile young cock. 

I was covered in sweat and gasping for breath when they
finally ‘came’ in my mouth and cunt at exactly the same time. My clitoris felt
as if it would explode at any time if I didn’t do something about it soon. Then
I opened my eyes to see the two old men standing either side of the bed
naked. The one with the bushy moustache was stroking a huge cock inches
away from my spunk covered face, the other man’s was dangling between his
legs. Both cocks were much bigger than any of the boys. 

He started to say something in German to me as he rubbed the
bulbous tip across my cheek. Ralf laughed and translated for me, “He
thinks that you are the sexiest woman that he ever seen and he would like
to fuck you!" 

I held my hand out and wrapped my fingers around the
wrinkled shaft, drawing it to my mouth. His bell-end was as wide as Didi’s but
it must have been at least 2 inches longer. I sucked and slurped like my
life depended on it, hoping that he wasn’t going to cum too quickly as I really
wanted to feel this thing inside my eager twat. The next thing that I knew
was that the other old man was licking my spunk covered pussy. His tongue
felt like velvet as it glided over my blood engorged labia sending mild
electric shocks to my brain. 

My hand began rubbing the cock that was in my mouth in time
to the other men’s administrations to my tingling cunt. I knew that I should
stop but it felt so good in my mouth and the tonguing that I was getting
was ‘out of this world’. For once in my life I let my brain decide what to do
and I virtually threw the cock away from my head as I lay spread-eagled on
the small bed as my new lover did things with his tongue that I didn’t
know possible.

As my orgasm built up and deflated I began tugging at my
nipples nearly pulling them off my tits I was getting so worked up. Then he did
it! My head and body were contorting as if I was having a fit when he
finally flicked my throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue. "AaaaaaagggggGGGGHHHHHYYYYEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!”
I screamed (in my head!) As a spine snapping orgasm tore through my body
followed by tiny orgasm after tiny orgasm until I nearly passed out.

When my ‘moment’ subsided I realized that everyone in the
room was laughing at me. It took a few seconds but when I focused my eyes the old
man was wiping his face and I could feel that the bed was now damp. I had
relaxed so much during my intense orgasm that I’d totally let go – pissing
all over the poor guys face! 

Embarrassed – I covered my face. I needn’t have worried,
both men were laughing and the one with the bushy moustache appeared to be congratulating
his friend. As his friend continued wiping his face with a towel the other
one knelt between my splayed legs and aimed his huge rocket in the
direction of my trembling pussy. Smiling, he gently placed my thighs onto
his forearms and lifted my hips into the air making me rest on my
shoulders. 

The boys were all very quiet now as they watched the tip of
his monster touched the outer lips of my stretched cunt without any help.
Grinning now he muttered something that made Ralf and Mark smile as the
fat knob eased its’ path into my well fucked hole. 

My breaths were getting shorter as I anticipated the next
move. Oh FUCK! I wasn’t disappointed! Every inch of his fabulous cock seemed to
find new parts of my vagina that had never been fucked before. At first he was
slow and gentle as he let my hole acclimatize to the size, then when he
sensed that I was relaxing he began to increase the speed and ferocity of
our fucking. My legs were now dangling over my face as his fat old cock
battered my insides as it tried to get into my stomach. I had never felt
anything as wonderful or as painful in all of my life. I gasped and
grunted and moaned and gasped again as he fucked the living daylights out
of me. 

“Oh yes…oh, oh…fucking Hell! Oh yes, that’s so big,
that’s so fucking big!” I chanted like a mantra. 

Then with a chuckle and a wheeze he sent his cock deep into
my body one final time; filling my married hole with yet more German cum. He remained
stock still; resting on his weight on his hands as jet after jet he squirted
his juices deep inside my body. He gently relaxed his position and slowly
released my legs until, trembling; they fell by his sides into the puddle
of cold piss from earlier. The man moved backwards pulling his long fat cock
out of my soaking cunt until; with a ‘plop’ our bodies were finally
separated. I lay gasping for breath again, staring at his glistening cock.
Wondering how I had managed to get all of it into my once tight hole.
“Andrea…Andrea!” Didi startled me. 

In a daze I looked at him as the old man climbed off the
bed. “He wants to know if he can fuck you in the doggy position.” He
asked in a matter of fact manner, pointing to the other old man. 

In the cold light of day he must have been over 70 and was
quite a bit fatter than his friend, but he had given me the most glorious
orgasm so it would have been rude not to oblige him. 

Every muscle and joint in my body ached as I maneuvered onto
my hands and knees and rested my head on the pillow as I prepared myself for my final
shafting of the afternoon. When I spread my legs apart from him I felt
copious amounts of excess cum dribble out of my stretched hole onto the
bed, making the boys laugh. 

The old man shuffled behind me on the bed patting my bum
cheeks as he nudged his cock between my cheeks. My cunt was hanging wide open
from the hammering that it had taken in the last hour, yet it still took
my breath away when his man-meat snaked inside. 

He grabbed a hip with one hand and squeezed my arse cheeks
with the other as he rammed into me as hard and fast as possible making me
grunt and gasp like earlier. I was shaking my head and trying to meet each thrust
of his with one of my own when I suddenly felt a ‘thwack’ on my arse
cheek, then another, then another. The bastard was spanking me as he
fucked me! 

When the initial shock wore off my arse stung like Holy
Hell! Thwack, thwack, thwack! The smacks got faster and harder, making me bite
the pillow as I felt yet another orgasm building up inside my clitoris. Thwack,
thwack he carried on spanking as hard he was fucking me. Shit! I could
feel my getting unbelievably wetter with every smack. Without thinking I
grabbed one of my tits and slid the other under my belly until I was
frigging my clit like a crazy woman! My fingers were getting soaked with
my love juice and spunk which was oozing out of my cavernous hole. I was
furiously rubbing my clit, desperately trying to make myself cum, as he
moved his hand from my hip. 

I hardly noticed as he was still paddling my arse with the
other hand and pounding my pussy until I felt some pressure on my anus. 

“NOOOOOOO!” I squealed as a stubby finger
penetrated my virgin arsehole, “NOOOO, stop thhaaaatt!”

Of course he ignored me and dug deeper pressing onto the
membrane until I felt him touch his cock. My head was spinning as the thwacks
on my arse cheeks got harder and faster as he furiously pounded my cunt
and arsehole until he suddenly exploded inside my cunt as yet another amazing
heart – stopping orgasm took my breath away.

The German boys were laughing and chattering as they left
the room leaving me lying in the mess of spunk, sweat and piss. My tits and cunt were
aching but all I could really feel was my stinging arse cheeks as I
clambered off the bed and gathered up my clothing.

“You may want to use our bathroom,” Ralf whispered
as I picked up my sodden bikini pants, “before you return to your husband.”
I nodded and limped into the small shower. The warm soapy water felt
wonderful as it cascaded down my abused body. My skin tingled as I washed
their caked cum off my tanned torso. I was as quick as possible, making
sure that there would be as few telltale signs of my debauchery as
possible. 

Slightly embarrassed now, I smiled at the boys and their new
older friends as Mark opened the door for me to leave. “Will we see you
again in the morning?” Ralf asked hopefully. “Perhaps.” I
whispered as I blew a kiss. My pussy and arsehole ached like nothing I’d
ever known before as I hobbled along the corridor hoping that Rob would
still be ill. 

Thankfully he was still asleep when I entered my own
apartment. I showered again and dressed in very loose dress, leaving my
knickers off, as I couldn’t bear to feel anything touch my tender pussy. 

Day 5 

Rob was well enough to join me by the pool the following
day, and by leaving for breakfast earlier than usual I missed the boys at breakfast.
At 6.30, just as we were preparing to get dressed for dinner there was a knock
on the door. My stomach turned and my heart raced as Rob opened the door.
One of the girls from reception was carrying a huge bouquet of lilies for me.
The note read, ‘to Andrea, thanks for a fantastic holiday, sadly we must
return to Germany this evening and will never see you again.’ And all five
boys had signed it. Yet again this only confirmed to my husband that they
must have been gay.

2 Months Later. I was watching my favorite soap opera when
Rob called for me from his den. I nonchalantly walked upstairs expecting him to show
me yet another picture of a car that he wanted to buy. 

My jaw dropped to the floor as he turned the screen to face
me. “Recognise anybody?” he whispered. On the screen in perfect
colour was a picture of me sucking Didi’s young cock. “Oh shit!”
I gasped. 

Robbed clicked the mouse again – another picture, this time
I was smiling as I licked his knob. Click – picture, click – picture. I was stunned
into silence, click – picture, click – picture. The bastards had been
taking photos and I had been oblivious to it. As the last picture of me
with a mouthful of cum filled the screen, Rob moved his chair back exposing
his erect cock. Grinning he asked, “Is there something that you want
to tell me?"