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 ï>¿Student Bodies - In Spain by WillingWolf

   A dozen students have a really sexy holiday.

   Authored by Frankie and Friends and compiled by Frankie

   Chapter 10 Pedro's Restaurant again.  Frankie.

   We were sitting around the pool one day towards the middle of the third
week reminiscing about Pedro's and whatever they must have thought of us.
Sarah had never really told the guys what had happened to her in the
toilets as she was picking up the bill, so now after a few drinks they
persuaded her to spill the beans.

   'Looking back on the whole evening it was great fun,' she said.  'I'll
admit I was a bit shocked at the time to find myself in the toilet with
them watching me pee and then being fucked by one waiter and giving another
a blow job.  They were good looking boys though.' She half smiled, 'and the
one I was sitting on, he was a really big boy if you know what I mean.'

   We all did.  There was no need for her to go into details, anyway all
the girls had been told the story at length.  And I do mean at length.

   'We should go back there,' said Josh.  'What about it girls?  Would you
like that sort of evening again.'

   We all looked at each other and Cindy shrugged.  Yasmin smiled and said
'Suits me, but only if everyone else wants to do it.  I am not fussed.'

   Hannah laughed and said, 'Yasmin you little liar.  You came back and
said that was one of the best nights you ever had and you wished we could
do it all over again.' Little slut.

   She blushed strongly, 'That was not quite what I said, sneak.  Remind me
to tell you any more secrets, I don't think.'

   We all laughed.

   'Don't worry Yas,' I added, 'I think we all enjoyed it, although I think
I had just about the worst of it.  I was the one who had to start it all
off with the asparagus and then I was the one who had to pee in the jug.  I
was so embarrassed, and I didn't get to fuck the waiter like Sarah here.

   Go on then Josh, I think we are all up for it, particularly if you can
get a discount again.  They might not even want us back of course.

   'I am positive that they would.  If they knew we were coming they would
arrange the evening around us.  How would you feel about being exposed and
humiliated before a restaurant full of strangers?  And we will get a cheap
food and drink evening.'

   If we had not been sold on the idea of a whole roomful of people ogling
us, and I certainly was getting sticky at the thought of it, the free food
and drink would have sold it.

   Anyway, Josh and Pete went into town that afternoon by bus and
negotiated the deal.  They came back to say they would be delighted to have
us and yes, we had managed to get a good deal.  It was a minimum of fifty
percent off and maybe more depending how the evening went.

   'Smart casual, with skirts, underwear to include bras, g-strings and
stockings,' was the dress code.

   We duly assembled in the lounge and raised our skirts.  We declined the
reversed, knotted g-strings on the basis that most us were already creaming
at the thought of the night ahead.  We were not really going to take our
clothes off in a restaurant, with other people watching?  Were we?

   We had a drink or three en route and arrived at the restaurant about
nine.  We were the last table to fill and I noticed that not only were all
the other tables full but that there were only two or three girls in the
whole place.  We found out later that Pedro's had sold tickets to stag
groups at a premium to the normal food and drink prices.  They were
confident that we would put on a show.  My heart sank but my crotch creamed
even more.

   There was wine and Spanish bubbly on the table, so we quickly settled
in. The menus followed and we picked out our first two courses.

   Pete gave us no chance for a breathing space before he drew our
attention to the fact that a few of the people on the other tables who were
eating their starters already, were eating asparagus tips.

   'I think you know what you must do girls.  Offer to season it for them.'

   We giggled and in high spirits trouped down to the expectant tables.  I
spotted this big guy about to eat his last spear and sidled up to him and
said 'Can I season it for you.' He looked a bit blank so I picked it up in
my fingers and eased it under my g-string along my warm and sticky little
slit.  I managed to stay decently covered and withdrew it before placing it
between his lips.  I started turning back to return to my table to hear a
lady behind me say, 'Damn, I wish I hadn't eaten my asparagus so quickly.'

   I returned back to my table and my starter of lush ripe figs.  I looked
down at them and was glad that the lady had not had these.  Who knows what
she might have wanted me to do.

   The starters were finished and gathered up and, as they were going,
Pete, this time, produced a pair of dice.

   'How lucky do you feel girls.  I want you to take these down to the
tables over there and bet your clothes against theirs.  Highest wins.  Draw
no bet.  Bring me back two pairs of trousers.

   'Why don't you go first Lucy.'

   Lucy gulped, picked up the dice and chose a really good-looking lad on
one of the tables.  He had obviously heard the rules of the task that had
been set for her and was delighted to throw a five.  Sure enough her three
was not good enough and she peeled off her shirt and threw again.  This
time she won and collected his trousers.  Turning to the next guy she
offered him the dice and laughed as he threw a one.  You could see him
groan and start to undo his trousers.  But wait, she threw a one as well.
No winner.  They threw again and this time Lucy lost again and slowly
removed her skirt.  Now it was getting interesting but she threw a four to
his two, claimed his trousers and returned to her seat victoriously.

   Cindy was offered the dice next and duly went off to find a good-looking
lad.  I had quickly calculated that while there were thirty to forty pairs
of trousers to win, between us we had six or even seven items of clothing
each including stockings and the odd suspender belt.  I could see that it
was going to be close and each girl needed a bit of luck to stay modest.

   While I was calculating Cindy had won a pair of trousers with her first
throw but then lost twice in a row to lose her pretty yellow top and ra-ra
skirt.

   'Before you throw,' said the guy.  'I am not throwing for your
stockings. I would like to see those stay on.  I want your bra or panties.'

   A cheer arose.  Cindy tried in vain to bet with a couple of the other
guys but they were all agreed.  They wanted to see the stockings stay on.
This changed the odds dramatically.  Cindy was forced to agree and bet her
bra, but won.  She gleefully collected his trousers and returned to the
table with her booty.

   In the meantime I had worked out that with only twenty four items of
clothing between us we were in trouble.  We needed to be more than twice as
lucky as the men.  Mind you we would stop after one round and we had
collected two pairs each.  Wouldn't we?

   Yasmin followed but had dreadful luck.  She could not seem to throw
better than a two.  She even stopped and threw a couple of practice throws
after losing both her blouse and skirt to the first guy she approached. 
She changed dice with him and tried to offer him a throw for her stockings
and the suspender belt that she had on.  No takers.

   At last with her third throw she got lucky and took his trousers with a
three to his one.  She turned to the next boy and gave him the dice.  He
threw a six for her bra ands sat back with glee.  Her two was not nearly
good enough and a cheer rent the air.  Embarrassed, she lowered the bra
down her arms.  The drink was obviously telling on some of the guys as a
couple of calls were heard, 'That's a boy.  Where are her tits.'

   Yasmin was quick to pick up her bra and started to put it back on
saying, 'If you don't like them...' She was reassured by the majority of
the guys shouting in her defence, and anyway what the hell was she going to
do about it anyway.  We knew she was going to end up at some stage with no
clothes on.  Luckily for her she won the next throw and claimed the
trousers before returning to the table.

   Hannah was next up and was very lucky collecting her two pairs for the
loss of only her blouse.  She threw them on to the growing pile.

   Sarah was remarkably quickly back at her place for the loss of her top
and skirt and I was handed the dice.

   Like Yasmin I started badly, to lose my top and skirt in two throws.  I
knew I had a good body and was receiving my fair share of whistles.  I had
a pretty good tan and the white lacy underwear and stockings I had chosen
that night contrasted well.  I knew I looked good.  I eventually won a pair
of trousers and was a little blasÃ(C) about my bra anyway.  I so rarely
wore one nowadays that I would be almost pleased to get it off.  Sure
enough, off it came, and now I realised why I should have wanted to keep
it. I was betting for my panties.  I was going to be the first person to go
naked before all these lusting men.  I really started to get hot and
sticky. I did not dare look down to see if my lacy g was showing a wet
patch yet.  We had all been a bit worked up and moist, so the boys said, as
we left the villa, but I had relaxed and lost some of the sexual tension.
Now it was coming back full force.  I knew I wanted to take them off in
front of all these people.  But something stopped me.  What would my mother
say?

   Luckily I won and scooted back to the table with my spoils.

   Our main courses arrived and all activity stopped while we ate and drank
some more bubbly.

   'Shot time,' called Josh to a huge cheer.

   I knew the boys liked a few shots but their reaction was over the top. I
thought.

   'Body shots with tequila,' called Josh.  'Off you go girls.  One lay
down on each table please.  A line of salt on your tummy, a shot glass of
tequila between your breasts and a slice of lime in your mouth.  No hands
guys.'

   This was fun.  Yas and I were the only topless ones and we were popular
as the calls of 'Frankie over here' and 'Yasmin, our table please' showed.
We all chose a table and the boys lined up to lick a line of salt off our
bellies drink the shot and squeeze the lime between our mouths.  It
inevitably ended as a big sloppy kiss with tongues.

   Back to the table but our rest was short.  As the waiters cleared away
the dice were given first to Hannah, sitting here almost fully dressed and
off she went again.

   Her luck was not nearly so good this time and she quickly lost her skirt
and then her bra before winning a pair of trousers.  Her magnificent
breasts were greeted with cheers and obscene comments about what the boys
would like to do with them.  Still her luck did not change as her punter
threw a six.  The room had gone quiet somehow.  They knew that sooner or
later someone was going to lose their panties and that this could be the
one.  Anything other than a six and they were off.

   A four meant they were off.  Poor Hannah went red.  We later found out
that she was as worried about what to bet next, as she was taking her
knickers off.  She really had turned into quite a little exhibitionist. 
She turned her back on the lad like all good strippers do and eased them
over her bottom to cheers.  Turning she shimmied and they dropped to her
feet with a roar of excitement.  The boys realised that we were playing for
real.

   'If you win you can play with my tits,' Hannah suggested.  This was
acceptable to the lad, especially as she had such a wonderful pair.  She
won the next throw and came scampering back with the two pairs of trousers
to add to the growing pile.

   It also set the next bet after losing your g-string.  I remember
thinking that it could have been an awful lot worse.

   Lucy followed and at first was going well.  Her first pair of trousers
were collected with no loss, but she lost her bra with her second throw and
her panties with her third throw to this slightly gormless looking
individual.  Surely, she would not lose three in a row.  No.  She laughed
in relief, stuck out her tongue and said, 'Better luck next time.  Yeah
right.'

   He cheated, of course, at this provocation, he was not as dim as he
looked.  He made a grab for her tits as he handed over his trousers.  He
was just quick enough to grab one by the nipple and squeeze it hard enough
for Lucy's squeal to be heard above the hubbub.  My nipples firmed in
solidarity.  Why wasn't I down there.  I was feeling very randy.

   Cindy was sent next, but, while she was trying to select a reasonable
looking guy who still had trousers left on, Pete took Lucy down into the
kitchen.  She followed him down through the restaurant, modestly trying to
keep a hand over her little bald muff.  We wondered where they were off to.

   Cindy got pretty lucky.  She found a fit-looking lad and took his
trousers with her first bet.  She was not quite as lucky with his buddy
sitting beside him, and lost both her bra and g-string to him.  She told us
later that although he wasn't the best-looking boy in the bunch she was
really hoping to get her breasts squeezed and sucked.  Fate however did not
have that in mind and she was back with her two pairs.

   Sarah was chosen next and she had a really bad run to lose both her bra
and panties for the first pair of trousers, and humiliatingly had her tits
groped for the second pair.  She also established the level of the next bet
by agreeing to bend over in front of him so that he could fondle her crack
if she lost.  She did however throw a six to his four and escaped with at
least that part of her body unmolested.

   The next to throw was Yasmin and she won her first pair with the first
throw.  After that the poor girl, or maybe the lucky girl, the way I was
beginning to feel, lost her panties with the next throw.  This lad was so
rude about her tits when she declared the next bet that she moved on to the
guy beside him.  When she duly lost he was as happy as a pig-in-shit as he
played with her tits even if they were small.  He nibbled away at her
nipples and was delighted to see them standing out firm and proud.  She
then struck gold and claimed her last pair pf trousers.

   She whispered to me as she came past, 'I really need an orgasm.'

   That was exactly the way I felt.  I was next and practically snatched up
the dice.  The problem was we were running out of youngish or good-looking
guys.  I was forced to choose this guy in his fifties I guess, who was not
too bad looking, but sitting between a pair of gross fat guys, who were
already sweating up in anticipation.  Had I thought carefully I would have
chosen one of the fat guys first.

   I was lucky, or perhaps unlucky, to get the older guy's trousers with
the first throw and I turned towards one of the fat guys.  To cheers I lost
and happily spun around and slipped off my g-string.  I was really feeling
hot.  The juices were flowing.  I could smell them and feel the fact that
the ooze was starting to moisten my thighs.  The same guy gleefully bet me
for my tits and my hot spots quickly cooled at thought of his sweaty paws.
Sure enough I lost, and he groped and slobbered over my breasts for what
felt like ages.  The problem with stopping him was that if I lost the next
throw, he was going straight to my puss.  Nobody like him had ever been
near it before.  I would have to do it though.  I started to get stickier
and stickier at the thought of bending over for his sweaty little hands and
piggy little eyes to devour me.  This was going to be a test.  Would I
scream?

   I eventually could stand his slobbering no more, bit the bullet and with
shaking hands rolled a three.  I shouted aloud as he rolled a two.  I
thought he was going to cry as he took off his undoubtedly smelly, huge
trousers.  Yeahhhh.

   'Shot time again,' called Josh to cheers.

   'Off you go girls.  Frankie, Lucy is a little tied up at the moment will
you do two tables please.  All choose a different table this time.

   Now this time I would like you to sprinkle the salt on their nipples
guys, then when you have licked that pour the contents of the shot glass
into her tummy button before licking it out.  The lime will be in her mouth
as before.  Off you go.'

   This as you can imagine took a little time particularly the salt
licking, but I didn't hear any complaints from the other girls.

   We were eventually back to the table

   Pete took back control of the evening and asked everyone to be seated
because dessert was about to be served.  And what a dessert.  Now we knew
where Lucy had gone.  She arrived lying face up, spread legged, and covered
from neck to toes in chocolate cream dessert.  The gooey chocolate moulded
itself around her breasts, over her pudenda and even under her arms and
between her toes.

   The head waiter who had decorously steered the trolley on a tour of the
room eventually called up the tables one by one.  While there were spoons
on the table everyone could help themselves using their fingers to put it
on the plate or even their tongues if they only wanted a mouthful.

   We were eventually called last, to find poor Lucy in a state, both
physically and mentally.  Just about everyone had taken the opportunity to
grope her and she was sticky with both chocolate and her own juices.

   She whispered to me, 'Cindy I really need an orgasm.  Can you help me
please.  I am going to burst.' I found out later that the waiters under the
guise of hygiene, had soaped her and played with every orifice before
coating her slowly and tantalisingly with the chocolate mixture.  They had
of course tested it for lickability and she had been desperate to come even
before being wheeled in.

   Unfortunately for her Pete heard this whisper and shook his head at me.
'I will sort it for her,' he murmured.

   'Gentlemen,' he called.  I need four volunteers.  'My little friend Lucy
here needs an orgasm.  Can anyone help.'

   You can imagine the reaction from the boys, from whom Pete picked four.
Lucy again later told us that she had blushed to the very soles of her
feet, but that this had been obscured by the chocolatey smears still
covering her body.

   Pete arranged the boys around the trolley.  They had all removed their
shirts as they came to get dessert.  Lucy automatically pushed her head to
one side and opened her mouth to encourage one of the lads to drop his
boxers and put his cock in her mouth.  The other lad at her head found her
right hand investigating the front of his boxers in order to wank him off.
Meantime the other two did not stand idle, one concentrated on playing with
her tits, the other pushing first one, then two, then three fingers up her
squelching hole.

   Lucy took no time at all in starting on what was obviously going to be a
fabulous orgasm.  Even so the lad she was fellating came first, pulling out
of her mouth and spraying his cum all over her face.  Lucy wasn't far
behind however and came practically falling off the trolley jerking her
legs around.  On seeing this, the two lads playing with Lucy also lowered
their boxers and started to gently massage their cocks.  Their intentions
were clearly to add to the cream over her body.  Gradually the four boys
moved their way around her body each getting their turn in her hand and her
mouth and eventually spurting over her body.  The head waiter then wheeled
away the trolley.  It was to be the last we saw of Lucy for some time.  We
would hear her, from time to time, screaming with pleasure in the kitchen.
She returned to us nearly half an hour later, showered, but still naked and
still shaking from a string of orgasms.

   After the desserts were finished and Lucy had been rolled away Josh
called out that it was time for another round of shots.

   'Off you go girls.  This time perhaps Yasmin could manage two tables.'

   I think he chose Yas because he knew she was enjoying this immensely
even if she was too shy to say so.

   'Now this time girls, the salt will be around your nipples like last
time but...  '

   Oh no what was going to happen now?

   'But before you lay back down you must place a piece of the lime in your
vaginas, not too deep because the guys have to get it out without using
their hands.  Then lay down and press your legs tightly together...'

   Nooo my worst fears were fully realised, I started to cream again.

   'You may even want to cross one ankle over the other.  The shot will be
poured over your pussy and the guy will lap it from between your legs,
eventually fighting his way in between your legs to get the slice of lime.
Let's go.'

   What a cheer rent the room.

   I slipped the slice of lime half into my slot crossed my ankles and
waited.

   I felt the salt being poured over my nipples which were now damp with
either perspiration or saliva before the nearest lad started licking.  I
tensed as he moved down over my legs and the shot of chilled tequila was
poured over my pudenda.  I gamefully tried to hold as much as I could
between my thighs as he snuffled and licked up everything he could find
before forcing his way between my legs and grabbing the lime with his
teeth.

   I hadn't cum with this one but I knew I was never going to make the next
seven lads without climaxing at least once.  One or two of them were going
to get a very sticky piece of lime.

   I think all our legs were a bit wobbly.

   Yasmin practically had to be dragged off the table as she was pleading
with the lads to 'Lick me again, please.  Stick your fingers up me.  Make
me cum.  Ohhh.'

   By the time we were all back at our table Lucy had joined us.  She was
still shaking from her time in the kitchen.  I guessed that she had been
the waiter's perks.

   It was getting towards midnight and we girls needed our beds, and
somebody in them.

   'Just one last little game girls.  Take the trousers back to your donors
and thank one of the guys on that table with a little blow job.  I promised
them one per table.  They can decide amongst themselves who gets it.

   Well, you should have heard the shouting and the entreaties.  I think
even Josh realised that it would have been downright dangerous to send us
poor innocent unprotected naked girls, well maybe not innocent, but you
know what I mean down amongst the howling mob.

   'Guys guys a little decorum please or no-one gets one.  Nice and
orderly. One person from each table up to the front here please.  There was
a rush of course.  With at least twenty people storming the front.

   Josh took charge again.  He made them all sit down and then produced his
dice at each table in turn making the lads throw sixes for the pleasure of
getting a blow job.

   Eventually order prevailed and six lads, well four lads and two older
men as it happens, walked trouser-less to the front and produced their
rampant cocks.

   There was a bit of a rush from us girlies to get the four younger lads,
so consequently myself and Hannah who had been sitting towards the back of
the table ended up with the older guys.  Mine was not only older but
probably weighed as much as the other five put together.  And as for
sweaty, well .....  His underwear was stained and moist and I had to take a
deep breath of fresh air to get anywhere near him.  But he did have a big
cock and once you got used to the smell....  after a few moments I hardly
noticed that he was playing with my tits and trying to get his hand between
my legs.  I was in so much need of being fucked myself that I vaguely
remember facilitating him by moving round so that he could actually reach
my bum and crack.  Heaven?  Maybe not, but any port in a storm as they say.

   He managed to get me off almost as quickly as I got him off.  He poured
a mouthful of cream into my mouth and while I considered swallowing it I
thought he might prefer it if I just dribbled it over my tits, which is
what I did.  He was appreciative and ordered us girls a round of shots and
me a bottle of their best champagne.  I even kissed him on the mouth and
let him taste his own cum to thank him.  He may not have been good-looking
but he was grateful, and rich.  A wonderful combination.

   He also started a bit of a trend with a lot of the other guys buying us
bottles to take home.  I think they thought that we might take the donors
with us.

   The restaurant ordered us taxis to take us all home.  We girls grabbed
the first one and agreed to meet our boys at home.

   By the time they arrived we had finished two of the cheaper bottles of
bubbly and were tucked up in bed.

   Waiting of course for the boys to arrive.  Cindy had drawn lots and on
each door was a little yellow post-it note with a boy's name.  We all
promised not to get out of bed to read them and I waited with almost baited
breath to see who it would be.  I was delighted to see Jon in the doorway
whispering, 'Frankie are you awake?'

   The mood I was in, it was going to be his lucky night.



   Chapter 11 Pete's story

   About seventeen or eighteen days some of us were beginning to worry
about running out of money and, quite frankly, I for one, enjoyed the
evenings in more than most of the evenings out.  I never thought that I
would be holidaying with a bunch of girls who wanted sex as much as us lads
did.  There also seemed to be little in the way of experimentation that
they were not willing to try.

   I guess this is how it came about that a bunch of us boys were lounging
by the pool one afternoon.  We had been working out a bit, done some
exercises and were relaxing with a beer.

   'What about tonight?' was the call.

   'I wouldn't mind staying in,' I said.  'In fact you may have to rope me
and tie me to get me out if I can find a girl to stay with me.'

   I think that my unfortunate use of the word 'tie' caught the
imaginations and a set of plans were hastily made.

   The feeling was that we would have our 'wicked' way with the girls first
and if necessary pay the penalty of their imagination later.

   If we planned things right they may not have the energy or the will to
do to us what we were hoping to do to them.

   A couple of the guys went shopping for a range of things including half
a dozen large G clamps, that Luther had noticed in a hardware shop, while
the rest of us set about refining the plan.

   As usual at dinner over a few drinks, the evening's entertainment was
mulled over.  The guys had agreed that I would stage-manage the evening so
I went straight for the jugular.

   'Look girls, I am getting a bit broke and anyway like the idea of
staying in again.  If you fancy an adventurous evening I have an idea.  We
all saw how Cindy got off to a bit of bondage, how about we all try it.'

   There were some dubious looks cast, but Cindy of course said 'Count me
in.'

   Jon and Luther acquiesced, as planned, and then so did Frankie and
Sarah.

   'Look,' I said.  'Usual rules, nobody gets anything they don't want.  We
can have stop words to call, if you seriously want the other people to stop
what they are doing to you.'

   'All right, I'm in,' said Yasmin and Hannah agreed with her.  There were
nods all round.

   Chris went out to make some cocktail shots, with the idea of loosening
everybody up and I continued to try to arrange the evening the way we had
planned it.

   'This really is a sort of individual thing mentally, so unless, like the
role playing night, we insist that nobody gets to see what happens in
advance, we might be better off doing say girls first then boys.  Or we
could go first if you like.'

   Frankie was quick to spot, as I hoped, that, if they started on us, we
might get some strong ideas that we had not thought about.  This way they
could always do to us what we did to them.

   'You boys tie us first,' was the general agreement, as the drinks were
circulated.

   After about an hour I said, 'Ok let's make a start.  If we can do this
my way some of you may have a while to wait so the best thing is to have
you all in separate rooms please.'

   That is how we had all six sitting in a different bedroom waiting.

   The boys knew what to do.

   Firstly we all went to a girl, blindfolded her and tied her hands behind
her back.  'This the way it is going to go tonight' I hissed.  'You are
going to be tied, beaten and fucked without mercy.  Your stop words are
Antithesis to stop any more physical actions and Xenophobia to stop any
more sexual actions.  Wait here now in the dark with your blindfold on and
think about what is going to happen to you.'

   I had deliberately chosen unusual, and hard to remember words as stop
words in the hope that they may forget them.

   We now collected three of the girls, of which Jon and I collected
Hannah. I spun her around a couple of times to disorient her and led her to
the hallway downstairs.

   We had fastened three of the g-clamps, one each over a doorway, using
the wooden frame to support them.  We had tried hauling on them and found
that they were sufficiently strong for our purpose.

   We loosened Hannah's hands and pulled her t-shirt over her head, before
refastening her hands above her head and tied tight to the g-clamp.  It did
not have to hold her weight, only stop her moving around.

   I could see and hear the other four guys tying Frankie and Lucy in a
similar fashion.

   We were agreed that we would speak as little as possible so that the
blindfolded girls would have no idea what was happening to the other girls
who they could hear close by.

   Jon and I started playing with Hannah's gorgeous tits.  Her arms being
held high succeeded in pushing them right out front, rather than sagging
slightly as was their wont.  We undid the front fastening of her bra and
they stood unfettered, rising magnificently.  We kissed, licked, nibbled
and pinched her nipples until they were tight, hard and probably a little
sore.  Jon undid the shoulder straps to ease the bra off completely.

   I put my hands under her skirt, slowly easing my hands up her thighs and
lifting her skirt with it.  She would be able to tell that I was gradually
exposing her to view.  Jon did the same from behind, folding the hem into
the waist band to hold it there.  He ran his hands over her bottom and we
could feel her beginning to shudder with anticipation.  I released her
skirt and pulled it away from her feet.  Just her panties were left.  These
were white, lacy with gauzy panels, through which we could see her bare
pudenda.  Together Jon and I insinuated out hands into her waistband and
pulled them down.  They were already sticky with pussy secretions and they
stuck in her crack momentarily.  Down they came.

   I started to slap her bottom while Jon again started playing with her
tits.

   Smack after smack on alternate cheeks.  We had collected some pegs from
the washing line and we eased one onto each nipple.

   She started to howl and cry, 'No, no, no that hurts.' There was no sign
of the stop word.

   Jon started to paddle her bottom with his hand again, while I, working
on the principle that alternating pain and pleasure was acceptable, played
with her lips and clitoris.

   She was leaking strongly and Jon paused in his ministrations to pick up
a handful of ice.  He passed a couple of lumps to me and we set about her
body, running the ice lumps down her sides, over her breasts and eventually
running a piece slowly along her crack from her clit to her arsehole.

   While Jon undressed I slapped her bottom ten or twelve times more.  Jon
then took over as I undressed.  I could see that the other guys were
reaching the same sort of stage as we were.

   Having warmed her up again we slipped off the pegs and she squealed anew
as the blood rushed back to the extremities.  We of course followed them up
with more ice cubes, packing them around her breasts until she started to
wail and cry.  We took two, by now smallish, smooth lumps and inserted one
each into her vagina and anus and stood back to watch her drip.

   We moved up close, Jon rubbing his chest against her tits enabling her
to feel his rampant cock against her stomach.  I stood close behind her so
that as Jon pushed, she backed into me, the meat in our sandwich.  Jon
eased his cock into her crack and leaning slightly back placed the knob end
against her pussy lips.  He eased into her and she sighed with
gratification.  'Ohh Yes' she cried.  There was no thought in mind of
Xenophobia at this stage.  I slapped her a few more times on the bum as Jon
stood still and allowed her to get comfortable, stretched over his cock,
supported on that, her toes and the strength of her arms.

   I squeeze an inch of lubricant from a tube onto my dick and massaged it
in.  I put a finger onto her brown puckered hole and squeezed the end into
her arse.  Whether she had an inkling of what was to come I do not know but
she got very agitated, jumping around on Jon's cock and groaning, no, no.
no.  Where my finger had been I now pushed the end of my cock.  As the head
squeezed in she cried again, so I paused and waited for her to adjust until
I pushed a little further.  Gradually I was fully embedded.  What a strange
feeling it was to be alongside Jon's cock, deep in her body, separated only
by a thin membrane.

   We started to push together raising her toes from the floor together and
then easing down to slide four or five inches out, before sliding them
back.

   Hannah came first, but not by long.  This amazing tightness and the
scenario that had led to it was too much for me.  After only another half
dozen strokes I too came and filled her anal passage with spunk.  I stayed
there supporting her rapidly sagging body as Jon finished also deep inside
her.  We eased ourselves from her tired frame, untied her hands and carried
her to bed.  Here was one girl who we hoped was far too tired (you might
say shagged out) to demand retribution tonight.

   As all the guys finished we met up again in the kitchen and slugged a
couple of beers before starting on the second half of our evening.  We
stayed in the same pairs and this time Jon and I got Sarah.

   She was lying on the bed still blindfolded and tied and a little
panicky.

   'What did you do to those girls?  I heard them screaming.' she said.

   'Rest assured' I said, 'nobody used their stop words.' I figured that
this would make her even less likely to use the words if she believed that
everyone else had stood up to the punishment.

   Again we pulled off her shirt, she was already bra-less, and tied her to
the door frame.  We felt it was only fair to give then as much as possible
the same treatment as each other, even though at the end of the day they
were unlikely to compare exact notes of how many times they were slapped or
what with.  Cindy however we believed could probably not only take but want
a little more, so Josh and Luther had a paddle hair brush ready instead of
their hands.

   Sarah was even more ready for sex than Hannah had been.  I think the
waiting had warmed her up and she was quickly enjoying everything we did to
her especially it seemed that slapping of her bottom.  Just for good
measure before applying the pegs I slapped her tits a couple if times to
howls and then applied the pegs.  The language she used was fierce and I
could almost see her trying to remember the stop word.

   We softened her up a little by tending to her cunt lips, kissing,
licking and blowing on them until she seemed to forget about the pain on
her nipples.

   The ice treatment followed and again we heard a few strong words that we
had not heard for a long time.  We slipped the ice up her cunt and arse and
stepped back to watch it melt.

   At that moment we heard Yasmin say 'Antithesis.  I can't take any more I
don't think.' Sarah chimed in' That's the word.  Antithesis, you bastards.'

   We laughed and said, 'The pain is over now.  It is only the sex word and
I don't think you will want to say that one even if you can remember it.'

   Cindy however had not had enough.  'Smack me some more,' she cried, as
she started to orgasm and Josh laid into her with the hair brush as Luther
tickled her clitoris.

   We proceeded to sandwich Sarah.  This time the poor girl was going to
get Jon's enormous cock up her arse.  I wondered how she would enjoy that.

   I squeezed up against her and pushed my prick up her dripping hole.  It
was like cutting butter with a hot knife.

   Talking of butter, Jon was greasing himself up with the tube of jelly.

   He put first one, then two and finally three fingers deep into her arse.
She knew what was coming all right as she groaned, 'Slowly please.'

   She still did not know that it was Jon but she realised it as soon as he
started to ease his cock into her.

   'No, not you Jon.  Shit no please.' She was however enjoying it far too
much to think about stopping.  'She was very vocal.  'Yes that's right
slowly.  Yes.Yes.  Ohhh Fuck me please.'

   He was obviously all the way in and having practised now with Hannah,
and with the advantage of having come once already only an hour ago, we
were fucking her like seasoned pros.  She came another twice before hanging
limply from her wrists Jon and I came again deep inside her.

   After carrying her up to bed, we met in the kitchen for a congratulatory
beer or three.  The really good news was that none of them were showing ant
signs of wanting to get their own back.  At least this night.  I am sure
that eventually however vengeance will be wreaked.  In the meantime, fuck
it.  Lets have another beer.



   Chapter 12 Lucy's Story.

   It all started so innocuously.  We were in 'The Tropicana Bar and Disco'
on a Wednesday night towards the end of the holiday and I was not even that
drunk.  Well you know, I had had a few Breezers and a few shots but I was
nowhere near stumbling, just having a good time.

   We had left the Villa about nine p m and taken the bus into town.  I
guess, with minor diversions and a few beers in another bar first, we
arrived at about eleven.  It was a quiet night there and we had been
dancing, fairly decorously by our standards, as we had decided on a quiet
night with the intention of pairing off later to go back to the villa.  We
were so laid back that evening, that, there it was, one o'clock in the
morning and I was still dressed and even still had my knickers on.  Quite
regularly on the quieter nights the boys would try and liven things up by
asking us to take our panties off.  It worked too.  Speaking for myself,
just the humiliation of the possibility of showing off my pussy and bum as
I danced was enough to start me creaming.  I know that all six of us were
loving the outrageous behaviour even if we did blame the boys for 'making
us do it.' We had become a right set of exhibitionists and I can honestly
say that there was almost nothing we would not have done.

   We would all chat about it lying around the pool next day saying things
like 'I don't know how you could have done that.' That was until it was
pointed out that the rest of us had done similarly outrageous things.  The
boys were regularly putting us in the position of having our bums groped by
strange men or exposing ourselves in public and there we were pretending to
be upset but loving every minute.  It had started the night in Pedro's when
they started making us show our bodies to the other tables.  We had enjoyed
it ever since.  The odd thing was that having seen all the boys get their
kit off on stage at least once, in public, on a Full Monty night, we had no
great desire to see them embarrass themselves again in public.  I think we
enjoyed it too much ourselves to give them the opportunity.  They also
enjoyed watching us.  They knew that we were getting hot and bothered and
going home for a screw with them.

   In fairness to them they had always been there to protect us or get us
out of the way if things looked like getting out of hand.  We responded by
never attempting to screw around with anyone else.  Well, just a little
flirting maybe to keep them on their toes.  Anyway, there was a good choice
of six, enough for any girl for a month or so.

   This particular evening I had been dancing and disappeared off to the
toilet.  As I came out there was Chris leaving the Gents toilet.  I told
him I was going outside for a breath of fresh air and he followed me out
with a beer in his hand.  We stood chatting for about ten minutes until I
thought it was time to go back in and join the others.  As we turned to go
in I spotted a local policeman strolling up the road.  He was nice looking,
I guess about thirty, and walked with a real swagger.  I do have a thing
about uniforms and I had joked earlier with the guys about wanting to be
fucked by a policeman.

   'Hey,' I said to Chris, 'Look there's my policeman.  I am going to get a
kiss.' I slid over to the gate to the road so that he had to walk right by
me.

   I looked directly into his eyes and like a right tart eased my tight
skirt a couple more inches up my thighs and said 'Like what you see Senor?
Would you like to kiss me?'

   He smiled and moved close to me.  'I might just do that,' he said in
good English.  'But not here.'

   I don't know where I imagined that he was going to take me but he
quickly slapped a handcuff onto my wrist and started hauling me away
towards a police van.

   Luckily Chris was still watching out for me and came running over before
he could put me in the back of the van.  He interposed his body between the
policeman and myself and said 'Hey what are you doing?  She has done
nothing.'

   'Go away,' he was told, 'or you will be in trouble too.  What are you
her pimp?  She was soliciting in a public place.  I am taking her away with
the rest of the hookers.'

   Chris held onto him and physically tried to stop him pulling me any
further.  This unfortunately made the policeman slap the other end of my
handcuff onto Chris, before pushing both of us into the van.

   'Assaulting a police officer' was all I heard as the door slammed.

   There we were on the way to the Police Station without any of our
friends knowing where we were going.

   Chris did not seem to be too upset, and was able to make a joke about
it. Maybe he had drunk more than I thought he had.  'Another fine mess
you've got me into Stanley,' he laughed and suddenly we both started
laughing out loud amused by the silliness of the situation.  They would
sort it all out at the station and would be released after a telling off.
We would have to keep straight faces though, just in case they were taking
it seriously.

   They hauled us out of the van after a short drive and bundled us
straight into a cell, where they left us for the best part of two hours. 
This had ceased to be funny but I fairly soon fell asleep on Chris's
shoulder.

   We were awoken by the cell door slamming, the original policeman
entering with another older fat policeman with a moustache.  He appeared to
be the senior officer.

   Speaking bad English he said 'So she was prostituting herself to you and
he assaulted you is that right.  Are they carrying drugs?'

   We protested that we had no drugs nor had used them but to no avail.

   'Stand over there with your hands against the wall.'

   We did and were comprehensively frisked.  It was hard to push my fantasy
to the background as worried as I was.  He managed to rub my breasts fairly
thoroughly and put his hand between my legs under my skirt briefly.

   'Lean over the table' I was told, so I did resting my arms upon the top.

   'Hold the far end of the table, get lower.'

   I did, to find my knickers being pulled down to the floor.  I tried to
stand to protest but had a strong hand firmly placed in the middle of my
back.

   My skirt was hoisted over my back and there I was open for everyone to
see.  I cried out and then felt fingers pushing something deep into my
crack, and squeezed my head around to see what was happening.  A bright
flash of a camera exploded behind me and I was allowed to rise.  I pulled
my knickers up to see a polaroid colouring before me.  It was me with a
little plastic bag of what looked like drugs peeping through my nether
lips.

   'Oh shit ...  no ...  please that's not fair.  You know I didn't have
drugs on me.'

   The officers just laughed as they turned and left us to worry about what
was going to happen to us.  I no longer felt like sleeping.

   It must have been about six o'clock in the morning, perhaps near to the
end of their shift when they came back.  There were three of them now, the
original good-looking guy, the fat guy and another younger looking one. 
The original one obviously spoke the best English and was to be our
interrogator.

   'Well young lady, what do you have to say.  You are in serious trouble,
I think.  Prostitution, Drugs and aiding and abetting your friend here to
assault a police officer.'

   By now you can imagine I was shitting myself.  'Please no.  That's not
true.  I was only chatting you up for a kiss and we did not really assault
you and as for the drugs, well....' I did not know what to say.  We all
knew the truth.  I began to suspect that maybe they were just trying to get
a good arrest record.

   'We might be able to make things look a little better with some, shall
we say co-operation.' He had started to leer.  My heart practically stopped
as I looked from one to another.

   'Weeell,' I said.  'Maybe....  What have you got in mind?'

   'I think maybe if you took your clothes off, that might put us in a
better mood,' he said.

   There it was out in the open.  I had no choice.  After all what could
they do that we hadn't been enjoying all holiday.  I started crying, partly
the worry and partly the enormity of what was about to happen to me.  After
all, they could play with my body and still charge me with possession of
drugs.  They had the photo.

   I played on the tears a little as I shuffled to my feet and slowly
inched off my shoes.  I had very few clothes on anyway so this was not
going to take long.

   I pulled my strappy pink vest over my head, immediately exposing my
bra-less tits, which, I have to admit were hardening with the extremes of
emotion that were beginning to course through me.  I wiped my eyes with the
top and paused, waiting for the reaction.

   'Take your hands away, let us see your big buxom titties,' he cried. 
His English was getting better by the minute.

   There was going to be no sympathy from that direction.

   'Quickly,' he pointed at my skirt.  'Unless you want to spend all day
here.'

   As I was told I snapped the hook and it dropped to the ground.  All I
had left was my little pink lacy panties and they were not hiding an awful
lot.  There was no point in being coy and turning around, they were not
going to let me go without seeing me naked.  I pushed them to the ground
and listened as they all hissed through their teeth at seeing my little
shaved muff.  I am quite neat down there and all the boys had said it was
as pretty as a picture.  I stood and waited, hoping that they would let us
leave now.  The fat one mumbled something in Spanish.

   'Turn around, spread those pretty little legs of yours and bend over.'

   I did and suddenly felt my juices begin to run.  I had been a little
turned on, as well as worried, but now, bending with my arse in the air,
showing the length of my slit and my ass-hole, the erotic nature of my
position overcame the worries.  I started to squirm.  First one, then two,
then I guess six hands started to run over my body, squeezing, pinching and
probing at every orifice.

   After a few minutes of this I was worried that I was going to come in
front of them all.  I was almost pleased when they stopped and pushed me
onto the edge of the table.  They lifted me up to seat me there in front of
them.

   All of a sudden the fat older one seemed to notice Chris quietly sitting
in the corner.  I had quite understood that there was nothing he could have
done to help me, and anyway, I had got myself into the mess in the first
place.

   'You, stand up.' he said.

   Chris slowly got to his feet trying to hide the lump ballooning the
front of his trousers.  The man laughed and pulled him to the centre of the
room.

   'Take off your clothes, all of them,' he said.

   Chris looked horrified, but I was quite pleased.  It looked like they
were going to just watch us having sex.  That was better than the three of
them.

   Chris stood their naked, his hands over his erect cock.  He got a sharp
jab in the ribs and realised that he had to pull his hands away.

   The fat guy grabbed Chris's cock in his hand and started pumping it.

   'No.  No.' pleaded Chris, but he could do nothing without the risk of
being hit again.

   I actually lost some of my fear as I watched fascinated as the man
squeezed and pumped the cock.  It was bigger and harder than I ever
remember seeing it.

   The original policeman turned back towards me.  'Off.  Bend over the
table.'

   I jumped down and stood where he pointed.  He pushed me flat over the
table and kicked my legs apart.

   'Momento,' cried the younger lad, removing his trousers and underwear
and jumping up to sit on the table, where my arms had been.

   I was pushed down again and as he shuffled forward I knew I had to suck
his dick.  He was hard and it was a good size, long but not too thick.

   Meantime both the other policemen had removed their trousers and boxers
and I knew my time was coming.  Chris may have amused them as a starter but
I was the main course.

   Chris meantime was manhandled to stand alongside me leaning over the
table.  He had a glazed look on his face.  Fear had set in as he thought he
knew what was coming.

   As I sucked away on the cock in front of me I felt first fingers, then a
bigger cock easing between my legs.  By now I was creaming easily.  There
was no question of trying to lubricate me.  I was streaming.  And he knew
it.

   I heard Chris scream, and I knew what was happening to him.  He had not
had the benefit of lubrication and the little fat guy was pushing his dick
up Chris's arse.  Within seconds I heard him scream again, but this time it
was mingled with cries as he shot his load all over the floor beneath the
table.

   The young man in front of me now moved himself away and shuffled across
the table-top to Chris.  None of the boys had really shown any signs of
being bi, but, of all of them I remember Chris coming after we had all
slapped his bottom.  However, after a few slaps around the face from the
younger man and a few across his buttocks from the older man, Chris
accepted the inevitable cock in his mouth and got down to work on it.

   In the meantime my policeman, still with his jacket on, was really
turning me on.  He lubricated a finger or two in my juices and pushed them
slowly into my bum-hole.  I felt that this was only the start and was not
surprised when, moments later, he pulled out his cock and replaced it in my
tighter hole.

   I came like an express train, and a few moments later so did he, pulling
out and spraying my back.

   Chris in the meantime was facing life with both a mouthful and an arse
full of cream.  We both lay exhausted across the table top as the guys were
dressing.

   The fat guy left immediately, whistling a happy tune, and the original
guy said, 'Manuel here will show you out.  Do not think of complaining
because I still have the photograph and I would hate to also charge you
with escaping from jail as well as all the other offences.  On the other
hand, if you had a good time and want to come and see me again, then well,
you know how to come up to me in the street now.' He laughed, 'Mondays are
always good.  It is usually quieter.'

   We dressed quietly, trying not to catch each others eyes.

   As Manuel opened a side door the sun was climbing into the sky.

   'Listen,' he said, 'In case you are worried we are very clean.  We have
regular checks because this sort of fun goes on quite regularly, often
with, shall we say, repeat offenders.  Not so often boys though,' he added.

   We walked out onto the street and found a CafÃ(C) opening for breakfast.

   After ordering Chris asked me what we would tell the others.  I could
see he was worried, possibly that he had almost enjoyed the experience.  I
guess he needed time to think about it so I willingly agreed to change the
story so that he had been in a separate cell.

   He came clean, as it were, at the airport on the way home.  He had had
time to think about it and realised that he was not inclined to other guys.
He had been worried by his physical reaction at the time but having
completed the holiday as an out and out heterosexual, put it down to
experience.  He thought he would take up something macho like rugby or
kick-boxing when he got home.

   I of course revelled in telling the story, with a little exaggeration
even, after all Chris could not comment.  He had been in a separate cell!!.

   I was not however stupid enough to try it again, neither on holiday, nor
since.  At least so far!