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My First Naturist Holiday
by Rose Eastmann (I eastern_rose2@hotmail.com)
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A family's first naturist holiday, the wife has many
new sexual experiences and the daughters have some too.
(MMFg, ped, inc, 1st, voy)
***
I love the summer, especially the summer holidays, My
husband John has suggested trying a few days camping at
a nudist beach. We talked about trying it last year but
the girls, then ten and thirteen years old were a
little unsure about it. So began a year long
acclimatization for all of us, we have never really
hidden our bodies from our daughters, preferring not to
run and hide if the girls ever walked in on us in the
nude, and likewise the girls were ok if spotted by John
or I.
This was different, for the last year we have all
agreed to be nude as much as possible around the house,
we all still ran and dressed quickly if visitors came
to call, but for the most part we have been nude for
most of the year. We have a private rear garden and it
only took a new gate, six foot tall and solid wood to
offer total privacy and a sturdy lock, for security and
we were all in the garden on any day that was warm
enough for comfort. We all look so much better now too,
even at the start of summer we are all a deep golden
brown and careful choice of sun oil has left us all
with very soft and moisturised skin.
So day one, it is our intention to stay one week at a
campsite attached to a public nudist beach on the south
coast of France close to Perpignan and a second week at
normal sites in the Louare valley. We are all looking
forward to our first naturist holiday, Clare has the
most concerns as she has developed a lot in the last
year but even she is still looking forward to the weeks
experiment. We didn't really know what to expect from
our first sojourn into social nudity but after a drive
through England and then France lasting almost twenty
hours we were all extremely tired when we arrived at
the security gate, it was ten o'clock in the evening.
John had taken the main burden of the long drive,
although I had taken a turn driving for 4 hours on an
almost straight stretch of motorway while John slept,
but that was only two hundred miles out of the one
thousand that we had travelled. Clare and Amanda went
right to bed and morphious took them both in seconds,
John was asleep the moment he sat on the couch in the
apartment's living room, he didn't even make it as far
as the bedroom. I, on the other hand was wide-awake, I
had managed to nap for quite a lot of the latter part
of the journey.
It was quite dark but I decided to explore the site
anyway. I had a little dilemma though, what should I
wear? I opted for a simple, silk sarong, to cover my
naked body, flip-flops and a tam-tam around my neck to
carry a few Euros and the apartment door key. I was
hoping to find the places we would need the next day,
the children's club, the restaurant, the entertainment
room, I found all those and more. The site has four
night clubs and all were just getting active as
midnight approached, the admission charge was more than
the few Euros I had picked up never mind the cost of a
drink as well so I wandered off towards the sound of
the sea.
There is something that I found very strange on my late
night walk, I was the least dressed person in the
place, the whole site is exclusively naturist but the
many hundreds of people I had seen so far tonight were
dressed as if going to an awards ceremony, I felt
decidedly underdressed. As the concrete path gave way
to sand at the fringe of the beach I made a mental note
that the path was at the side of a small supermarket,
the illuminated window and ubiquitous Mammoth standing
rampant above the door would make excellent markers for
my return journey.
I hadn't walked many meters off the path when I saw my
first naked person, then another, and then a third,
there were six men in all, standing in a half circle
with there backs to me. Curiosity got the better of me
and I walked over to just a few feet away from the men,
I could just hear above the crashing of the waves
against the beach, the sound of a person panting
heavily. There was a low wooden platform with a seat
similar to that which an umpire at a tennis match would
use but the six men, and now me, weren't looking at the
chair.
There, on the platform, was a couple involved in a very
animated sexual act, the men standing watching were
passive voyeurs, I even slowly peeked around the man
closest to me and he didn't even have an erection, he
was just watching an entertainment as if it were on TV.
There is something about two people having sex in front
of you, you know you shouldn't be watching such a
private act but my god it is so hard to look or walk
away. The man performing for us was very close to his
climax, he was literally throwing his body into the
woman's body lying beneath him, she was on a climactic
plateau, one orgasm washing into the next just as the
waves were washing onto the beach.
The man's movement was fast and startling, as he pulled
his cock out of her vagina, as I had watched him do
over a hundred times since I arrived, this time his
cock left her body completely and in one fluid movement
the man was on his feet. He grasped his phallus in his
right hand and pumped with two or three rapid strokes,
his seed sped from him and on to the woman's bare
breasts, one more pump and a string of semen flew
across her face, a final pump saw the jet hit in the
woman's open mouth. I suddenly felt quite exposed,
standing there as I was watching two people fuck in a
way I have never fucked in my life, and the fact that
there were seven naked men, six of whom must have been
turned on almost as much, if not more than I was.
I quietly stepped back into the darkness so as not to
advertise my presence, one of the voyeurs stepped
forward and gave the woman, lying spent on the wooden
platform, a hand to sit up, he kissed her tenderly and
thanked her for the act she had just performed. He
helped her to her feet and walked towards the Mammoth
at the start of the pathway, they talked as they
walked, they both had very northern British accents. I
stood as quiet as I could while the couple walked past
me, the man that had performed with her so admirably
was talking to the other watchers, they were all
French.
I waited a short while until the coast was clear and
followed the young couple, I caught them up just as the
harsh florescent lighting of the supermarket shop
window illuminated them. The woman was no more than
nineteen, the man a little older, they looked very much
in love, not like the picture I had of her being fucked
by a stranger on the beach while her husband watched,
seemingly impassionedly. I could see passion now,
engrained deep into his face that walked quickly along
the path to the main apartment block, I struggled to
keep up.
The man went to a car parked below the apartment, he
bent down and reached under the rear valance and
retrieved a key. I followed them up the external
stairway to the second floor, their apartment was by
the side of the stairway, I watched as he opened the
door for them to enter and was disappointed as he
turned and closed the curtains. A shaft of light beamed
out from a chink in the curtains and lit a small patch
on the balcony, I would never normally do anything like
this but I crept onto their balcony and up to the large
French windows. I could see her sitting on an easy
chair, slightly sideways on to me; I could just make
out the string of French sperm across her face and
breasts, she had made no attempt to clean it off.
I saw why after just a few moments, the man knelt at
her feet and kissed her passionately on the lips, then
he kissed to the start of the semen on her face and he
ate it all off, licking, kissing and nibbling as he
went along. Then he followed the trail across her
breasts and down to her pubis. There was something
wrong with the picture I was watching, not just the
fact that the guy was eating another man's sperm but
that while he was doing it he was completely flaccid.
His cock was a reasonable size, 6 inches long and 3
inches circumference, that would have been enough for
most men hard but he had that and it was flaccid.
I watched as his mouth made contact with her love
tunnel that only a few moments earlier was filled with
a Frenchman's cock, he seemed to be very expert at
cunnilingus, I couldn't hear a sound she was making
through the closed window but I could see she was
writhing in ecstasy. I watched as she had orgasm after
orgasm, my own breathing following hers, I was tuned
into her climax as if his mouth was clamped over my
citreous, his breath warming my labia, his moustache
brushing against my mound.
My fingers had found their own way under the sarong,
and were seeking out my orgasm with a will of their
own, I was out of control, then brought sharply back to
earth by the sound of footsteps on the stairway at my
side. I managed to be off of the balcony and walking
towards the stairs as the people on the stairs turned
the corner towards me.
I went past the car I had seen the guy collect his
apartment key from, there was still the tell-tail marks
in the paintwork caused by a shaving foam 'Just
Married', I had thought them very young and now I knew
that they were newlyweds, I wondered what they would be
getting up to later in their married life if they are
doing what I saw them doing on their honey moon. It was
two o'clock in the morning when I arrived at the
apartment, John was still asleep on the sofa so I threw
a blanket over him and went to bed.
'CRASH!' What the hell, it took me a few moments to
come to my senses, the loud noise that had torn me from
a deep, deep sleep was out of place, gradually I
realised I wasn't at home in my own bed but I actually
was on holiday. John was sleeping at my side, totally
undisturbed by the sound that had ripped me into
consciousness, 'wow' that was one vivid dream I had
last night, I'll tell John about it later might turn
him on and then I could have a holiday 'afternoon
shag'. I love holidays for that, get the girls booked
into the children's club for an afternoon of harmless
activity, then back to the apartment for my own version
of harmless activity.
God! Dam! I had forgotten Clare's, "I'm too old to go
to the kid's club now, I'm almost 15, if you and dad
want to play in bed I'll go for a walk but I'm not
going to do finger painting with the five year olds
ever again!" Statement when I booked up for the
naturist part of the holiday. Another crash, it's
coming from the girls bedroom, I was looking at John's
face as the very loud sound assaulted my ears, I jumped
out of my skin but John didn't flinch, 'WWIII' could
break out and he'd miss the start because the gunfire
would never wake him. I went to the girls' bedroom, I
felt a little guilty as it was so small, there were
bunk-beds and a small wardrobe and almost no floor
space.
It wasn't the girls fault, they had woken early and as
the main bedroom is also the living room the girls
didn't want to wake us so were playing in their room. I
cleaned up the mess with them, salved Amanda's tears
with promises of replacing her little bottle of perfume
as soon as the shops opened. The very small room smelt
as I would imagine a French brothel would smell,
unfortunately the small window in the bedroom didn't
actually open, only a ventilation slit to allow a
little fresh air into the room. We would have to leave
all the doors open most of the day to get rid of as
much of the, though normally pleasant dabbed behind the
ears, very pungent, smell as possible before the girls
had to sleep there tonight.
I decided it was time for John to wake up, I bounced on
top of him, nothing, the girls both shouted into his
ears, nothing. Amanda brought an ice-cube from the
freezer in the 'kitchen-et' and jabbed her hand and
ice-cube 'carelessly' under the blankets. John lifted a
few inches off of the bed, then came crashing down to
earth, totally awake, it's amazing how fast a man wakes
up when an eleven year old child punches him in the
testicles with a solid block of ice in her fist. How
most of us laughed, I think the long drive has dented
John's sense of humour! The main bedroom/living area
was very strange, there were three steps up to the
'kitchen-et' area, the shower room/toilet was behind
the kitchen sink, with a 'glass block' wall between, a
small passage way led past the large walk in closet and
then the girl's bedroom door.
I could wash the pots and watch John showering at the
same time, or be preparing food and watching him on the
toilet, there will be a beach towel draped across that
patrician before I cook. John put a leather-et cover
over our bed, it zipped up like a large sleeping bag,
encompassing everything including the pillows, I
thought that was going a little far, I know we will
have to live and maybe entertain in that one room but
to totally cover the bed, and the cover looked very
expensive too.
People obviously sit on the foot of the bed as a 'norm'
as the cover is well worn on the lower one third and
looks brand new and almost untouched on the top two
thirds. Then John had a brainwave, he had stopped
nursing his slightly swollen testicles, I cant imagine
what he is complaining about as he had an instant cold
compress on his injury, the reason the kitchen-et was
up three steps was, "Ta-Da!" The bed slid under the
kitchen and the leather headboard was the backrest of a
very comfortable long sofa.
Ok were new here, never been to a naturist resort
before, the prospect of a breakfast faux-pa looming,
does one dress for breakfast? In my dream last night
everyone in the restaurant was dressed to the nines, I
was almost naked, wouldn't like that to happen in real
life. Ok I suggest we all eat cereals for breakfast on
the balcony, then we will go for a walk and see if we
can spot how others are dressed for breakfast.
We sit on our balcony, the table and four chairs are
cheap patio furniture but ok, I was a little bothered
about the dust and everything that had acclimated on
them as they seemed to be outside in all weathers. I
had scrubbed them before anyone sat but they still
didn't seem clean. John gave me a pack of stuff the
receptionist had given him as he booked in the night
before. "There might be something about dress-code and
meals in that lot" he said.
The first page in the information guide, printed large,
"Please to be carrying at all times the towel, this for
the sitting on to prevention of spreading of germs and
the courtesy of the later persons to us the seating,
and the secondary problems to the burning prevention."
That made sense, no wonder the seats didn't look like
they had ever been cleaned, I'd have to buy four cheap
small hand towels in the Mammoth later, that though
made me smile, there was bound to be a Mammoth
supermarket someplace, France was peppered with them,
just funny that my dream had popped back into thought,
as if reality.
We could see people wandering about the car park in the
nude, our balcony overlooked a large car park that
separated our apartment block from the next, our block
looked to be about a quarter of a mile long, pointing
out to sea, no one had a sea view, it was either car
park or 'centre commercial' views. From memory of the
brochure I had seen, our block was in an 'L' shape, we
were about half way along the long outside edge, the
block we overlooked was a doughnut shape, there was a
swimming pool in the centre with shops and bistros
around the inner circle.
We were on the forth floor, as the lower floors were
only studio apartments and didn't have the extra
bedroom. If the girls could see anything at all from
their tiny window it would have been the swimming pool
area that we were able to use for free, they could see
nothing though, small window and too high on the wall.
Let's leave the pots for now, go explore, see where
everything is.
We each took a tee-shirt, we could use it to sit on
until I found small hand towels, or if the sun got too
much we could cover our shoulders and backs at least, I
rubbed about a gallon, sorry, 4.5 litres of sun oil
into Amanda's body and John did the same for Clare, I
wanted John to oil me but Amanda insisted that she had
to do it, so Clare oiled John. He tried to hide it,
faining a relapse of his earlier injury but John was
fighting to hide a burgeoning erection. Clare was
unaware of her father's discomfort and as she had
finished his back and legs she started on his chest,
her small hands lost in his forest of body hair, Amanda
had finished me and went to help Clare with her father
as Clare was taking much too long.
John stopped the girls short of his painful area, which
he oiled himself. I had to smile inwardly, he has
managed for almost a year without any embarrassment and
now 'ping', and he looks so uncomfortable. We walked
down into the car park and Amanda and Clare ran ahead
of us, John had regained his composure and was looking
his normal happy-go-lucky self. I could hear Clare in
the distance "ahhh! How romantic, look Amanda that car
has just married on the boot," her words captured my
attention immediately, I looked around me, there were
the stairs leading up to the apartments that I had
visited in my dream last night.
I held back a little, John, ever the romantic was
telling the girls how difficult it would be to get rid
of that mark when they got home, I bent down at the
back of the car, reached under the rear valance and
there was a little box, I didn't open it but I assumed
that it would hold an apartment key if they were out.
We wound our way around the ally ways and out into the
main commercial centre, there were the bars I
recognised from my dream and the Mammoth exactly
where... my god it wasn't a dream, I did watch people
having sex on the beach at midnight, I did masturbate
on a strangers balcony, I needed to sit down and
coffee, I needed lots of coffee.
We sat, on our tee shirts, at a table outside of a
small bistro; the girls had 'pan-aux-chocolate' and
coke, I had a coffee, black extra sweet, John had a
Pernod, very unusual for him to drink in the day, but I
needed my coffee. Clare wanted to smell the drink,
"Aniseed" she said, "A bit like liquorish too," then
she stood close to her father and sniffed around his
mouth, "Wouldn't it be marvellous if they made tooth
paste that smelled like this" she said. I looked under
the table and once again John was trying to hide a
growing erection, Clare looked like she was about to
kiss her father she was so close, then she broke away
and dashed to the shop next door where Amanda had found
some fireworks, then it was "I need some of my pocket
money."
I knew why, a family of pyromaniacs, that's what I was
blessed with! I noticed the woman first, she was
sitting facing me, she looked so innocent, and butter
wouldn't melt in her mouth. Then I saw her husband; he
was having an animated conversation with the waiter, he
wanted something without sugar was the closest
translation I could make out from my schoolgirl French.
"You would think they never heard of diabetics!" he
said to his wife, little pieces of the previous nights
puzzle were falling into place, erectile dysfunction is
a common symptom of diabetes.
My mind was rushing, working through the possible
scenarios, they were virgins when they married, he
didn't realise he didn't function correctly and to keep
her he encourages her to have mind-blowingly good
meaningless sex. "And at least two hours there. You're
not listening to me at all are you?"
John had been speaking to me, probably for ages but I
was totally focused on the young couple. I managed to
tear myself away, we walked on to the beach, past the
door to the Mammoth, I popped in and picked up four
small hand towels for five Euros each, and we were
stunned and amazed at the number of nudists in one
place, thousands upon thousands on that long beach. We
hired sun loungers and I drifted in and out of sleep as
we spent two hours drinking in the heat, the sun and
the scenery.
It was one o'clock in the afternoon, I had left John,
Amanda and Clare on the beach while I picked something
simple up for lunch, I had decided on French bread,
with cheese and ham, and chip-sticks for that
continental feeling, I was making my way through the
car park when a huge, stretched, Lincoln town car
stopped by my side. I thought that a car like that was
very ostentatious, the driver asked me if I needed a
hand with my shopping, "No thanks" I said, the man was
American, larger than life Stetson hat, and larger than
life character.
The number plate on the car was TEXAN-87, now that was
real ostentation, bringing that huge 'gas guzzler' all
the way from the States, how the Americans loved to
show off their wealth to the poorer people in the
world. The driver was out of the car and grasping at my
shopping, I knew he thought he was being helpful but I
was terrified, there were only the two of us in that
large car park, if he had been a rapist I would have
stood no chance. Then I got a fit of the giggles, he
was totally nude apart from that over sized Stetson,
and on the driving seat a small five Euro hand towel.
His name was Dave from... You guessed it Texas, I let
him carry my shopping bag to the apartment, I offered
him coffee and he asked for beer, we sat on the balcony
drinking beer for twenty minutes and then he was off,
"I'll leave you in piece to fix up lunch for your
family but I'll see y'all again real soon" He drawled,
Texan style.
"Look mum you and dad just go out, I'll look after
Amanda, we don't need a baby sitter, neither of us are
babies," Clare was very forceful, and this was meant to
be a holiday with some level of freedom for all of us.
"OK but the first hint of trouble I want you to call us
on your mobile phone, you do have credit on it?"
"Yes!!!"
"You have checked it works here in France?"
"YES!!!!!!! Now go out and have fun."
John and I walked out, we were both dressed, I had on a
black, Lycra, sheath dress, nothing under and John had
white slacks and Black shirt, as an after thought I
grabbed a white silk wrap to put around my shoulders,
to counter point Johns outfit, we were a matched pair.
We went into three different bars and at eleven o'clock
I asked John if he would like a walk on the beach or to
go into one of the nightclubs, he decided on the beach,
so I suggested going passed the apartment and making
sure the girls were ok, then strip, get towels and go
moonlight skinny-dipping. One half of me was hoping
that we would bump into something similar to the night
before, I would love to see John's reaction to that.
The girls were both in bed and asleep, John and I both
stripped and grabbed a beach towel each, I walked the
long way round, passed the young couple's apartment,
the light was out and the security shutter was down so
I guessed they were out. On the beach we were followed
by two of the men I recognised from the previous night,
they sat a few yards from where we entered the surf,
John and I played in the breaking waves for a while, I
manoeuvred John so that his back was toward our
watchers, I knelt at his feet and stroked his flaccid
cock, I bent forward and kissed the tip, there was a
blob of precum there waiting for my tongue, and I
strung it out as far as it would go before snapping
back to his now stiffening cock.
I took his hardening cock deep into my mouth, as he
hardened more his cock pushed its way against my
oesophagus, I was rubbing his balls with one hand,
pumping his cock with the other and my mouth was
milking the length of his shaft. John was tipped over
the edge in seconds, I lay back into the surf, opened
my legs and asked John to come and fuck me. He knelt
between my open inviting thighs, my pussy was dripping
wet with excitement and anticipation, he leaned
forward, aiming his re-hardening cock at my tunnel
entrance, I wanted him deep, deep inside of me right
now, wanted him pumping his cock deep into my body, the
tip touched my pussy lips and unfortunately he looked
up, saw 3 grinning French men watching him and he went
very cool on me.
John was very upset and without saying a word he stood
up and stomped off leaving me lying in the surf,
frustrated. I watched John as he disappeared into the
distance towards the twinkling lights of the resort, as
he walked along he wrapped his towel around his waste
and then he was gone. He blocked an occasional light as
he walked along, and that was all I had to mark his
progress as he walked towards the apartment.
I was all alone, well not quite alone, I still had
three French, four Frenchmen about eight feet away, I
couldn't make out their features in the moonlight just
four male shapes between me and the dunes beyond. One
of the men stepped forward and clearing his throat said
something to me in French, his voice was deep and
syrupy sweet, I couldn't understand anything that he
said to me but the words were heavy with sexual
intentions. The French language is said to be the
language of love, and here on this unlit beach, under
the gentle glare of the half moon I felt I understood
why. I said my pathetic "non-parley Frances" and he
chuckled, "Ah! You English Lady!"
As he stepped forward and the little light the moon
provided lit his face I recognised him as the young
woman's lover from the night before. I looked down his
body, he had a strong jaw line, easy, gentle smile,
extremely broad shoulders, no body hair, well defined
chest and six-pack stomach, no pubic hair and a very
large erection, which he swung proudly from side to
side as he walked. In his broken English he asked me if
I would like to walk with him a little way, I know I
was being crazy but I let him help me to my feet. Still
holding my hand he led me along the beach, we were
walking in the fringe of the surf, the cool waves
breaking onto my feet, I remembered my towel and half
turned to go back for it but his grip tightened on my
hand.
As I looked back over my shoulder I could just make out
one of the three remaining men collecting my towel and
the other two walking a few paces behind us. We walked
a short way away from the resort toward the ever-
increasing darkness, then I recognised the low wooden
platform from the previous night. My mouth went very
dry in an instant and a lump developed in my throat
that made it difficult to speak, not that we were
speaking, he was talking to me in French, I didn't
understand him but my body knew exactly what he was
saying. As we reached the platform my towel was placed
carefully down on the platform and smoothed out, my
escort steered me toward the platform and I managed to
force a "Non" out despite the lump in my throat and dry
mouth.
He stood back from me, still holding my hand, he looked
at me and said, "But beautiful lady, surly you mean
we?"
I repeated "Non!"
He stepped closer to me, moved slightly to my side,
stood with his left leg behind me and his right leg in
front, this brought his powerful erection against my
thigh. He kissed the side of my neck, his left hand
starting at my shoulder and moving to the small of my
back as he kissed along my jaw line towards my mouth.
He pressed his erection against the side of my thigh in
a slow rhythm, I could feel the heat from his member,
the damp pre-cum he was leaving as a trail across my
thigh.
The frequency and pressure of his thrusts was
increasing, as was the urgency of his kisses, he found
my mouth and his tongue felt its way around my lips. He
pressed extra hard against my thigh as his tongue
forced its way into my mouth and his left hand moved
onto my bottom, his tight hand now reached out and
touched the flat of my stomach. I received his kisses
hungrily, and he took that as permission to move
further, his right hand now at the point where my pubic
hair started, his fingers rising over my mound, hardly
touching the flesh, simply brushing through the hair
that was all that stood between my vagina and him. His
fingers brushed across my clitoris, again barely
touching the flesh, on their southward journey, one
finger parting my vaginal lips and easing its way into
my love tunnel.
"Beautiful lady says non with her voice but says yes
with her body," he whispered into my ear. "Please allow
Claud take you into ecstasy beautiful lady."
My legs parted slightly, allowing him easier access to
my vagina, he took the opportunity to add another
finger digging deep into my body, he altered the
position of his hand so that his palm was massaging my
clit as his fingers searched out my inner spot. The
friction against my clitoris brought me to a gentle
climax but as his fingers found their target deep
inside my body I went into orbit. I had never had such
a powerful orgasm in my life, my knees went weak and I
fell against Claud, he held me upright without his
fingers missing a beat in my pussy.
I had a second, third and forth orgasm, I was melting
into Claud's body I couldn't remember ever feeling like
this in my whole life before. "Would the beautiful lady
wish for Claud to make her go to ecstasy" was being
whispered into my ear over and over again, I was trying
to say "Yes!" I opened my eyes for the first time since
standing beside the platform, there were six men and
one woman watching us. All were standing within four
feet of us, I wanted so much to lie with Claud, give
myself to him totally, my body ached for Claud to take
me to ecstasy.
Then a reality check, I had never been unfaithful to
John, since the first day I saw him I had been faithful
only to him, I desperately wanted to experience Claud,
to experience having sex while being watched by
strangers, to feel this wonderful cock now pressing
into my thigh, pressing against my cervix. It was too
much, too soon, I couldn't talk myself into it, I would
love to be here, being fucked on this platform with
Claud and the rest standing around us, watching, but I
needed to do it with John not behind his back.
"Non!" I said aloud, I ran along the beach, the cold,
soft, unyielding surface causing me to trip many time
on my way to the familiar safety of the Mammoth's blue
glare. Never looking back once, not even caring that I
had left my towel on that platform, there was a fire in
my loins that I needed desperately to extinguish, but
John would have to put out that fire for me not Claud.
John was asleep when I arrived at the apartment last
night, the bed was all set up, pillows plumped but John
was sleeping on the sofa, I woke to find John and the
girls were sitting on the balcony eating cereals for
breakfast. I tried to talk to John about the night
before but he froze me out, we were going to spend the
morning on the beach and the afternoon at Water World,
that was the plan at any rate. I could face the beach
but not Water World if John was going to be funny with
me.
I didn't eat anything, I collected our beach things,
one towel missing of course, and we all walked to the
beach, taking the shortest path there, down by the
Mammoth, I stopped off in the Mammoth to get some
bottled water to drink on the beach. The newly wed
woman was standing at the cash point as I arrived, she
had paid and the cashier had put all of her produce
into carrier bags for her by the time I had selected my
goods.
I stood with four bottles of water in my arms and the
woman turned and said, "Pity you had to leave so soon
last night, Claud was on top form. He as your towel at
his apartment, Heliopolis apartment one hundred and
twenty fore, he never gets up before twelve noon
though!" I looked into my purse and when I looked up,
face as red as a London bus, she was gone.
John and the girls had found a small space just off the
main path. Very crowded and a way from the sea, I
suggested walking along to the quieter part of the
beach away from the commercial centre. We all found the
walking on hot, powder soft, sand very difficult until
I suggested walking in the surf. As my hot feet touched
the cool breaking water I was transported back to the
night before, remembering Claud leading me gently
through the surf to 'his' platform, now I wished I had
let Claud fuck me there on that wooden stage for all
those voyeurs to see, it would make the treatment John
was giving me this morning worth while.
I stopped my marching when I reached the low wooden
platform, John and the girls were a little way behind
me, I had the three beach towels lain out by the time
John, Clare and Amanda caught me up. I placed a bottle
of cold water hidden from the sun beneath each one and
the other assorted beach trappings in my possession
used to hold the towels flat on the ground. I took my
bottle of water and moved a few feet from the towels
and on to the wooden platform, I lay on my back,
feeling the rough, weather beaten surface pressing up
against my skin. I was imagining what it would have
felt like in the cool dark night, under the half moon,
with the pressure of Claud forcing my back deep into
the ruts that the wind and rain had cut into the wooden
surface.
John and the girls were playing beach football
together, I could easily, in good conscience, used one
of the three remaining towels to protect my back but I
didn't, it was like wearing a hair shirt as punishment
for the crime of needing sexual satisfaction. I
sunbathed for the best part of an hour before I even
realised that there was no life guard manning this
station, the seat, so high and empty. There was a red
flag flying above the seat, warning potential bathers
that the, so calm sea was unsafe, not for its own sake
but because at this time of the year there was no one
to look out for you here on the quiet part of the
beach.
I looked around. The few people that were here when we
arrived seemed to have been driven off, possibly
because of the loud antics of my family at play, there
was no one within sight or sound of the four of us. I
looked along the line of sand dunes, at first glance an
impenetrable wall separating the warm Mediterranean Sea
from the warmer French land beyond. But I was wrong,
there was a breach in the sand bastion, my eye wrenched
to that point by a line of four-wheeled drive vehicle
tracks entering or leaving through that breach. John
and the girls were busying them selves at play, I had
now not been spoken too by anyone of them for ninety
minutes.
I was totally pissed off with the three of them, daddy
and his girls ganging up once again on mummy. I
wandered off towards the defensive breach, walking
through the sand ramparts protecting the land from the
sea, my feet cutting an insignificant trail amongst the
deep ruts that mans engineering marvels had made before
me. I was cross, deeply frustrated, horny as hell, a
myriad of emotions going on in my head and body, I had
been on a sexual high for two days, I had relieved John
the night before, letting my mouth pleasure him and
nothing in return.
Well wrong again I remembered my touching myself on the
newly weds balcony, bringing my orgasm in time with
that young woman's, and last night after John had left
me hot on the cool sand and Claud had given me several
orgasms with his expert fingers. All that was really
missing was the actual sexual act, the penetration of
my body with a mans penis, the fulfillment of a newly
acquired fantasy. I was through the line of the dunes,
there was a rough track running along the back edge of
the sand hills, the hills were about twenty feet high
at their highest point and stretching almost one
hundred feet from the beach. As I passed through I
could see that they were made up of a series of hills
rising and falling causing hills and hollows as far as
the eye could see. And now beyond, there was a massive
vineyard, there was no sign that the vines were ever
tended, well not in any serious way.
The local farmer made his living from not actually
growing a crop, not actually crushing the grapes, not
actually fermenting the liquor and not actually adding
to the European wine lake, a good way to make a living
off of the tax payers backs. I could see the ruins of
three or four houses scattered among the grapeless
vines, ruined homes in amongst ruined vineyards. I
walked along the track, it was far easier than walking
on the beach even in the surf.
I made good time back to the fence surrounding the
resort, there was no breach in that fence that I could
see and I realised I would have to go back or climb
into the dunes to reach the sanctuary of the resort. My
attention was drawn to a derelict farm house, nestled
into a small copse of trees, there was a lovely little
pool of shade there in the trees, there were the marks
left by hundreds of pairs of feet cutting down from the
dunes and across to that oasis. I followed the tracks
of the many into the cool shade, the gentle breeze
cooling my sweat-laden body, the feeling was wonderful.
I could also feel the effects that the late morning sun
had had on my skin, see the redness, the prelude to a
tan, a tan with now white marks allowed. I reached the
derelict farm house and peeked into an opening that
many years before would have had glass, wooden shutters
even curtains, but now just an opening in the wall. The
room beyond took me by surprise, there were twenty men
in the room, all in various stages of sexual contact
with each other, there were men sucking other men,
masturbating each other, I even saw one man having anal
sex while his cock was being sucked by a third. I was
both revolted and intrigued at the same time, I didn't
mind watching but I felt totally exposed, standing as I
was in plain view from anyone walking down the well-
trodden path from the dunes towards the house.
I beat a hasty retreat, I followed the footprints up
into the dunes, went over several crests until I had
reached the final peak, I surveyed the panorama below,
there were hundreds of people laid out at my feet, I
could see away to the south-east, as the crowds
diminished. I could just make out three ant like
figures of my family so far from the rest of the
people, I went back into the first valley and walked
along a little used but well defined path, just below
the first summit of the dunes.
As I walked along the path climbed and fell from one
peak to the next valley, as I reached each zenith I
could see there were less and less people to my right
and my family came more and more into view. I estimated
that I was over half way to the disused lifeguard
station when I tripped over a man and woman making love
in the valley, in a small pocket that was hidden from
all but the person walking the path I was travelling.
I don't know who was more shocked, the man and woman
making private love in the hidden space in the dunes,
me, or the man I almost tripped over that was watching
them from the opposite side of the depression. With
each minute I walked I was drawing closer to my family,
and with each minute I walked further away from the
main body of sun worshipers and the more people I saw
making love in the dunes or watching others making
love. It just seemed so normal here, people taking
pleasure from each other and others taking pleasure
from watching others pleasure.
I couldn't see what John's problem was the previous
night, so what if I wanted him to fuck me, so what if I
wanted him to do it there in the surf, so what if I
wanted others to get pleasure from my pleasure. Then
there was about one hundred yards left to cover before
I would be at the breach once more, I saw a man
watching something, he was looking over the edge of the
dunes towards the sea. Well towards the lifeguard
station, I could see the red flag directly above his
head, he was looking down towards where my husband and
daughters were playing.
I kept as silent as possible, I was watching the
watcher, he had seen something he obviously liked, he
had an erection, he was gently rubbing it in his hand.
Then I thought he had seen me because he jumped up, he
moved low and fast over the next zenith and I followed
as quickly as I could without being seen. When I got to
the spot where he had been laying, masturbating, I
looked over the peak in the direction he had been
looking, there was John lying on his back, Clare was
lying with her head on his chest but Amanda was nowhere
to be seen. I moved slowly, following his footsteps
exactly, I looked over the peak the man had just
cleared and stopped suddenly.
The man was just a few feet the other side of the
ridge, had I moved any faster I would have crashed into
the back of him. He was standing with legs wide apart
and his hand on his hips, at a slight angle to me. I
could see the head of his penis; it was standing at
ninety degrees to his body and pointing in the
direction of Amanda. Amanda had used her little spade
to dig a shallow hole in the sand, in what until now
was a secluded hollow on top of the dunes, she was
facing the sea and as such now had her back to the man
closely watching her perform her toilet.
The man studied her performing this simple everyday
function as if he were a professor watching his latest
experiment, Amanda used a few tissues to clean herself
and I saw the mans cock bounce unaided and climb a few
more degrees towards the sky. Amanda dropped the last
tissue into the hole and then filled in her tiny
latrine with her sand-castle spade, and having finished
her task she was at the top of the dune in a flash, as
she was about to disappear from view the man said "Hi,"
Amanda stopped and turned her torso so that her feet
were in the direction of safety but she could see who
was talking to her. "What's your name?"
Amanda's face hardened, her mouth, usually an upturned
half moon of happiness was now a straight furrow across
her face. "Have you ever seen daddy like this?" he said
touching his cock for the first time since she had been
looking at him.
Amanda's breathing was getting heavier and I thought
she must be getting frightened and upset by this guys
approach, she took a deep breath and said. "Don't you
know how dangerous it is to talk to strange girls that
you don't know?" And with that she was over the edge of
the dune and away to her father's side and safety, the
man's erection dropped as if made from lead, but he was
laughing, I think he shocked Amanda by talking to her
but she shocked him more. I watched him for a while, he
lay watching my family lying out in the sun together
and slowly masturbated, he was by the side of the patch
of freshly dug sand, he eventually climaxed shooting
his load all over the freshly turned sand.
"Oh! You're back then?" Not the response I was hoping
for but it was a response, "We're going to Water World,
it closes at eight o'clock so we should be back by
nine, I'll get the girls their supper out in town!"
Well that's one way of being told that I'm not invited
to the family trip. John walked off with all three
towels and all the girl's things, leaving me with
nothing but a kiss from each of the girls, I lay on the
wooden platform again but couldn't settle, now what was
that apartment number in Heliopolis?
I walked back toward the main resort and wandered into
Heliopolis, I looked along the long line of doors I was
in the block that started at one hundred, and at one
hundred and twenty four there was a home made sigh
simply said, "Claude at home all welcome."
I knocked the door and Claude answered it, he was nude,
I was surprised but shouldn't have been given where we
were and the fact that I was nude too. He led me into
his apartment it was spartan and messy at the same
time, Claude was going to have to go to work in a few
minutes and asked me if I wanted to join him there for
a while. He dressed as he worked outside the complex, I
pointed out to him that I didn't have any clothes with
me, Claude threw me a long mans shirt and a pair of
silk boxer shorts, he also gave me a safety pin to keep
the fly closed.
I dressed in the things Claude provided and it was
almost like a designer look, I had flip-flops on but
Claude said that wouldn't matter as no one would look
at my feet, I had buttoned the shirt to the top and
Claude opened three buttons, he turned back the cuffs
to mid way up my fore arm. I got into Claude's car and
we left the resort, we drove past three people I
instantly recognised waiting for the local bus, I
didn't look back, didn't want Claude to see the glimmer
of recognition in my eye.
We drove about 10 miles to a small club, it was an
artisans drinking club, there was a small dance floor
in the middle of the room but no one was dancing. I
quickly realised that I was the only woman there, most
of the men were staring at me in some sort of
expectation. Claude was serving drinks, he offered me
one but I refused, I told him I didn't touch alcohol,
Claude was serving the customers with simple things,
red wine, Anis some Whisky, we had arrived just as the
rush started and so it was a little time before Claude
was able to talk to me, when he did it was to tell me
that one of his friends had asked if I would dance with
him. The music was jolly and had a fast tempo so I
agreed.
We hadn't danced a few steps when the music changed to
a very slow pace, my French partner pulled me close and
forced his thigh between my legs, we dances in a slow
hip grinding way until the end of that tune. I was
escorted off of the floor and given an orange cocktail
by Claude, it was long and cool and refreshing and I
drank it quickly through the straw provided, I sat by
the bar as a modern pop tune played to an empty dance
floor, then I was approached by another young man, he
took my hand and pulled me to the floor, the music was
once more a slow dance.
This time I managed to keep a decent distance between
us but there was something in that slow rhythm that
made me flush more than in the earlier hip-grinding
dance. The room was quite hot, so typical of these
small back street dives, as I left the floor I had a
tremendous thirst. There was another of the Orange
cocktails, as long and as cool as the first, I drank it
faster this time, but even though I had just drunk down
almost a pint of fruit cocktail I was still thirsty, I
asked Claude for a water and received a glass of
sparkling water with ice and lemon in it, the lemon in
the water overpowering the taste of the orange in the
earlier fruit cocktail.
Even after that I still felt thirsty and the heat in
the club was making my head spin, I was asked to dance
by the first man again, I refused but found myself on
the floor with him, the tune was fast and frenetic,
within seconds I was breathless and panting, I tried to
leave but was pulled back. I didn't notice the tempo
change to that of a slow love song but was grateful
that the pace had diminished. My escort was pulling me
into him again but this time it wasn't his thigh that
was forcing its way between my legs, he was standing
very proud, not him but his cock, his trousers were
tenting out, pointing directly at my crotch, and he
took great pleasure in pressing it there.
The music seemed to last for an hour, but it was no
more than five minutes, I walked back to the bar and
received another orange cocktail, I didn't even think
it strange that I was being given drinks that I hadn't
ordered or even asked for, it's just because I don't
speak French and they are being hospitable. I was very
light headed and thought that I must have been out in
the sun too long, that would account for my incredible
thirst too, the bar's patrons started to thin out as
men returned to work after their very long lunch break.
There were 12 men left in the bar now, all were wanting
to dance with me and I was defiantly the centre of
attention, the room was basically empty but for the
section of the Bar I was sitting in, the walls were
fuzzy and out of focus but I noticed the man that had
been serving in the bar when we arrived a few hours
earlier was putting his coat on and leaving, he closed
the door and someone bolted it behind him. I tried to
tell the guy that it was too hot to close the door but
my mouth was so dry that I had difficulty speaking, I
reached for yet another orange cocktail sucked the
juice through the straw as hard as I could, trying to
quench my thirst.
Claude came and took my hand, he led me on to the dance
floor, between a circle of chairs that had suddenly
appeared around the centre of the dance floor. As the
slow rhythm and base of the music filled my body we
swayed from side to side and turned in a slow circle,
Claude was kissing me, gently at first then deeper,
with my eyes closed I was in a world of music and
dance. Claude stepped back slightly and opened one of
the remaining buttons on my shirt, I opened my eyes, we
were still swaying and turning in time with the music.
I could feel the heat from Claude's belly still
pressing against mine, over Claude's shoulder I could
see slightly out of focus men sitting on the circle of
seats, watching us dance. I felt suddenly cooler as my
shirt fell open and Claude eased it from my shoulders,
I was now dancing with Claude in just a pair of silk
boxers, 26 eyes were eating into my body as I danced,
Claude kept stepping away from me and turning me 'rock
and roll' style but in slow motion.
Each time I returned to Claude's body he pulled me
against his hard cock and pressed it deep into my
belly, one of the watchers stepped up and took over the
dance while Claude returned to the bar, I watched his
every step, turning my head quickly to keep him in view
as my new partner was turning me in the same slow
circle that Claude had done. I watched as he pored a
generous amount of clear spirit from a bottle on the
bar, then topped it up with fresh orange juice and
sparkling water, he dropped a slice of fruit and a
paper umbrella into the glass and popped the trademark
red straw into the glass, then Claude returned to my
side and offered the glass to me, "Drink" he said and I
did.
I realised of course, having watched Claude poor the
drink, that I had become totally drunk, part of me
didn't care and part was horrified but when the dance
restarted and Claude was behind while a different man
was dancing with me, feeling one hard cock pressing at
my stomach and one pressing against my bottom, I was
lost in the moment.
I watched as a small silk garment passed from one man
to another in my own personal audience, it looked so
familiar, I must have something like it at home, then I
felt a new draft, they had made the silk boxers fall to
the ground and I had stepped out of them, the boxers
were going the rounds and one man after the other was
feeling them, touching the crotch, sniffing them. I
could no longer feel Claude at my back and looked
around the circle for him, he was undressing and
folding his cloths neatly on an empty seat, he came
back behind me and I felt his fingers exploring my
rear, I was standing swaying a motionless dance in time
to indecipherable sounds.
My legs were pushed apart, making standing difficult
but I couldn't fall down because I was being held
upright by two men, Claude pressed his finger against
my ass hole, I was totally unyielding to his finger as
I was still a virgin there. A small glass was brought
and Claude dipped one finger in it, I was watching over
my shoulder as he did it, he returned his advances to
my posterior massaging the liquid against the ring of
muscle defending my rear entry.
Claude dipped his finger into the glass a few times
repeating the massage procedure each time, then he
pushed hard against the tight muscle, this time I felt
myself yield to his finger, he had buried it deep
inside of me without resistance, I felt something press
against my vagina and looked forward once more, the man
standing in front of me had taken his trousers off and
was pressing a quite respectable six inch long but very
fat cock against my pussy. He was finding it difficult
to hit his target as I was bent slightly forward
because of Claude's ministrations at my rear.
I felt the finger withdrawing and looked back toward
Claude, he was dipping two fingers into the liquid this
time and he returned to the massaging again, the man in
front of me pushed me more upright and he suddenly
found his mark. My head was in a whirl, even if I
hadn't had so much alcohol fed to me without my
knowledge it would still be spinning. As the guy in
front of me pushed hard and buried his cock into me
right up to his balls, Claude took that opportunity to
force two fingers into my ass, there was little pain to
the intrusion and I felt fuller than I had ever felt in
my life.
The two fingers were removed almost as quickly as they
had invaded me, Claude was now standing to my side, he
kissed me a deep and passionate kiss and I felt a cock
being pressed against my ass, I looked back to see a
stranger positioning himself there, trouserless and
rampant. He pushed his long thin cock hard against my
back door, the guy in front pushed back, I felt a
stabbing pain in my ass and two studs were fucking me
simultaneously. The feeling was out of this world, I
was deep kissing Claude there were two men fucking me
to orgasm after orgasm; it was fantastic even if each
orgasm was being dulled slightly by alcohol.
A bench, part of the seating from a corner booth was
brought onto the dance floor, I was watching the
movements in the room, men were stripping, men were
masturbating while watching me, and now a bench was
there by my side, my attention was suddenly focussed on
the man fucking my pussy, his face was bright red and
he breathing was staccato, he pushed one final, ball
burying push against my stomach and I was flooded by
his semen, deep into my womb, and at the same moment
the gut pushing himself deep into my ass did the same.
I stood there empty for the moment with twin rivers of
man seed running down my thighs, flooding out of my
sexual mines, I stood alone, men were cheering me and
one man who was masturbating by my side let his come
fly at my belly, stringing spray after spray of semen
across my stomach. I towel appeared from nowhere, I was
encouraged to dry myself off, as soon as I did I was
pulled, by a guy sitting on the bench, down onto his
hard cock, he lay back and someone behind me pushed me
over on top of him, still impaled on his cock.
I felt another new cock at my ass, this one was bigger
than the first but it slipped inside of my ass as if I
had been fucked there all of my life. The guy in my
pussy was lying perfectly still and the guy in my ass
was pumping into me like a steam driven ram, this
caused me to move back and forth on the lower mans
cock. Once again both men climaxed into me at the same
time, the two were quickly replaced by two more, no
opportunity to dry the sperm and semen off of me this
time, there seemed to be an urgency to the sexual
performance now, each man wanted either my cunt or ass
for his pleasure, as soon as all twelve had fulfilled
that desires I realised that Claude hadn't actually
fucked me at all, he had prepared me and stripped me
for the others but he hadn't taken me for himself.
Walking toward Claude's car, dressed in only a mans
shirt and silk boxers, semen running from my lower
cavities quite literally in two rivers, staggering
against Claude as I walked due to the alcohol and the
sexual pounding I had received at the artisans hands, I
was sore, bruised and battered but I still wanted to
feel Claude's cock buried deep inside my pussy. Claude
placed a towel onto the passenger seat of his car and I
sat on it, I felt so uncomfortable, the fluid running
out as I sat down, it felt like I was peeing
constantly.
Claude had finished work early, as soon as the last man
had emptied his balls into me they opened the club door
and the other barman walked in, complaining about
having to wait outside, Claude talked him into covering
for him so he could take me home. I fell into a light
sleep on the journey back to Claude's apartment, and
woke to the familiar sight of the car park between my
apartment and Claude's, he led me to his apartment, it
was twilight now and I checked the time in a shop
window, just after eight o'clock, John would be leaving
Water World by now, if I were any sort of mother I
would be waiting in our apartment when they arrived
back. Claude ran me a bath, nice and hot with sweet
smelling oils and minerals infused into the water, I
sank deep into the salving bath. Claude left me there
to relax; I fell into a deep, deep, sleep.
Claude woke me, a little before midnight, the water was
cold but as the temperature was still high from the hot
and humid day it was relatively pleasant, Claude gave
me two options, go back to my family right now or go
with him to the beach and let all comers have my body,
there should have been no contest really, I should have
ran back to my family. I walked along the sand to the
platform, there was the newlywed woman from my first
encounter, she was lying on the platform with her
husband watching her being fucked by a passer by. As we
stepped into the pool of moonlight around the platform
she said, "I see you got your towel back!"
I nodded to her, Claude sat me down and started to
perform oral sex on me, John has performed similar acts
on me but never with the style and grace that Claude
performed. The husband of the newlywed woman being
fucked by my side knelt in the sand at my feet and
performed his own version of oral sex, he was a human
dynamo, his cock still didn't grow, and every now and
then he looked toward his wife as she climaxed over and
over again with five different men in quick succession.
I was being driven out of my mind with the oral
attention my flaccid lover was worshiping me with.
Claude tapped the guy on his shoulder, I was empty but
only momentarily, Claude knelt between my legs, his
rock hard cock pointing to me cunny and he just fell
forward with all his force, his cock was massive
compared to any I had had inside my pussy before and it
hit my entrance on the first attempt, Claude was buried
up to his balls in my vagina, he started to pump in and
out slowly, building his tempo over almost twenty
minutes, I started my orgasm at about two minutes and
for the next eighteen I was going from one peak to the
next. The sweat was poring from our bodies as Claude,
now pile driving his large heavy cock into my tunnel
had his first climax with me, he fell heavily on top of
me, pinning me down and knocking the wind right out of
me, I felt his seed flowing deep into my body, the eye
of his cock must have been pressing against the opening
to my cervix as I could feel my belly distending
slightly as his seed was being delivered directly into
my womb.
Sex would never get any better than this, ever, I
looked around the sea of faces watching my progress
along my orgasmic pathway, there were eight men
standing and watching me, the man fucking new wife and
she were both looking as Claude lay spent in my arms.
Claude waited about ten minutes before pulling his cock
out of me; he repositioned himself by my head and
pressed his cock to my lips, I never liked giving head
in all my life but I opened my lips to Claude's massive
cock, it was flaccid but still filled my mouth totally,
I felt a mouth clamp over my pussy and Mr. Newly wed
was drinking Claude's semen from my loving cup. Claude
grew in my mouth and as I started gagging on his size,
he pulled out and serviced Mrs. Newlywed.
I watched as he fucked her, he was rough and violent in
pursuit of his second orgasm of the night, I allowed a
stranger I had never seen before to fuck me, he shot a
small load of very inferior sperm into me and I was
cleaned up once again by Mr. Newlywed. This pattern
went on until two am and then there was just Claude and
I left to have one final fuck, Claude then walked me
back to my apartment, he kissed me tenderly on the
doorstep and was gone into the night. I opened the door
into my bedroom come living area and found it empty, I
quickly checked the girl's bedroom and John was there
in bed with Clare, sleeping.
I got into my now empty double bed, the sheets felt
cool against my bruised and battered flesh, I didn't
sleep, my head was pounding, I knew from friends that
this was due to an excess of alcohol but this was my
first ever experience of it. Dawn broke at six fifteen
and I pushed back the sheets to inspect my body, I was
bruised all over, I didn't believe that sex could be so
hard on the body but then I had just had two years
worth of normal sexual activity in one day. I woke the
girls as quietly as I could and by seven o'clock we
were eating continental breakfast in a small, poolside
bistro.
Clare was worried about leaving her father sleeping in
her bed but I salved her conscience with promises of an
afternoon shopping trip into the main town, the deal
included Clare stopping with Amanda all morning at the
children's club. Eight thirty saw me back at the
apartment waiting for John to wake up, I sat in the
girl's bedroom on one of the grimy chairs that usually
live on the balcony, I had covered my body in a light
sarong, I didn't want to have to answer any questions
about the bruising that was plainly visible.
John woke slowly, I watched his every movement, he
patted the bed to his side feeling for his sleeping
partner from the previous night. He sat too quickly and
hit his head on the under side of the upper bunk, he
missed seeing me completely, sitting as I was, quietly
at the end of the bed. He looked in the top bunk and
that was empty too, I saw the look of panic as he
called out Clare and Amanda's names without reply. I
cleared my throat and John refocused on the spot where
I was sitting, I said, "Don't panic! I've not taken the
girls anywhere but the children's club."
We sat on the balcony, I was determined to be as calm
as possible, I challenged John to explain his actions
of the day before, and he told me that he was not at
fault but that I was to blame for the whole thing. I
had tried to trick him into having group sex with me
and three men on the beach on the second night of our
holiday. I smiled inwardly to myself at just how wide
of the mark John was. I explained that if John had
looked up from the girls once during this holiday he
would see that lots of people here like to have sex in
the open and that others like to watch and if the two
happen to be in the same place at the same time then
everyone is happy.
We talked for a long while about my wish to make love
with him while others watched, not for them to join in
or anything, that it was just a turn on for me thinking
that someone might see me being fucked. John didn't
believe me that people would just sit and watch a
couple having sex without trying to join in. I took
John by the hand and led him down to the beach, he was
nude I still had on my sarong, at the edge of the
complex I pulled John up the steep slope of the dunes
and into the hollow which was just beyond that first
peak. It was only eleven o'clock in the morning but I
could see there were lots of fresh tracks leading to
the derelict farm house the gay men used but I decided
not to introduce John to that particular pleasure just
yet.
As we moved along the sea-saw of peaks that made up the
line of dunes we soon came across a man and woman
making love, they were very animated and we got plenty
of forewarning that they were there from the woman's
verbalisation. I stopped John from walking over that
last crest and indicated that he should just look over
the edge of the peak. We crouched down and looked over
the edge, there in the centre of a hollow was a man and
woman, doing as nature intended them to do, and around
them sat four men, all about eight feet away, they sat
quietly as an audience would at a play.
We watched for some minutes and a much younger couple
approached from our right, obviously drawn to the noise
they could hear from the beach. The were carrying a
large picnic blanket and stood at the same distance as
the watching men, as the older couple finished their
audience clapped quietly, large hand movements but
little volume, so as not to draw too much attention to
the show.
The couples changed places and the younger couple
smoothed out the blanket on the floor of the hollow and
spent a few minutes getting ready, the man oiled his
partner's body, paying special attention to oiling
around her sex. Then they both looked around the group
as a concert conductor might his audience and they
began to make love, the older couple sat and watched
the show just in front of John and I, we could hear
their almost whispered comments to each other. "I like
the idea of being oiled" She said to her partner, "when
they finish you find out what sort of oil we should
try." John and I watched the complete performance and
at noon the show was over, the two couples walked back
toward the beach discussing the finer points of public
sex and audience enjoyment, all the way through not one
other person made a move on the people making love.
The men watchers set out in different directions, one
crossed the peak into our hollow, he looked closely at
me, dressed as I was in a simple sarong and John in the
nude, he moved to a point where he could see all around
the immediate area but he could still watch us if we
started having sex. I pointed out to John that he was
going to sit there just in case we had sex, then there
was a whistling sound from further along the dunes, our
watcher was over the edge and moving rapidly in the
direction of the whistle.
I followed him dragging John in my wake, this time we
went into the hollow that the coupe was using for sex.
I sat on the edge of the slope and John stood above me
with his hands on my shoulders, his cock was touching
the back of my head, the couple having sex were very
young, possibly eighteen, possibly younger. I felt John
grow very hard against the back of my head, the young
man was very keen to change position as much as
possible. It became obvious that he wanted all the men
watching to see as much of his beautiful companion as
possible and that everyone should see as much of the
actual act as possible. The girl was tall with short
blond hair cut in a Paige-boy style, her breasts were
32'a' or 32 'b' at most, she was completely without
body hair, I realised that apart from her face and
height she looked exactly as Clare did last year.
Clare's body hadn't changed much in the last year, a
little taller and hair had started to grow in her pubic
area and a little under her arms, but her body looked
remarkably like the girl we were watching now. Again
throughout the sexual act the audience watched from a
respectable distance, again on the conclusion the
audience clapped demonstrably but with little sound but
this time John and I were clapping too. The man that
had spotted us earlier and had sat patiently waiting to
see if we were going to put on a show followed us as we
walked back along the dunes toward the resort.
John was telling me how incredible it had been watching
the three couples fucking and that while watching the
last couple he wanted to have sex with me right there
and then. John grabbed my arm, he stopped me in my
tracks, lets do it right now, here, in front of this
guy, I pulled out of his grasp. There were a number of
reasons that I didn't want to fuck in public with John,
most of them revolved around the visible bruises all
over my lower body, I was still very sore and we had
only twenty minutes to get to the children's club.
I used the children's club as my reason for leaving
John frustrated, as we arrived at the Mammoth I
suggested that John pick up the girls and I would
collect a few things for lunch to save time. John
wandered off, his cock now a respectable flaccid
appendage, hanging quietly down in front of him, unlike
the raging hard shaft of steel he was sporting as we
walked back through the dunes. I picked up some food
from the Mammoth and stopped of at the Apothecaries to
pick up a tube of depilatory cream, I have shaved under
my arms for years but have only ever had a bikini wax
on my mound before, now I felt like a change. I also
picked up a tube of heavy foundation cream, I knew I
had to cover up the worst of the bruising and show my
body to the sun or John would start asking awkward
questions.
Long after lunch had ended, and I had had finished my
nap on the beach, topping up my now golden brown tan, I
suggested that Clare and I should take this opportunity
for a little mum and daughter quality time together and
that we would be popping into town for some late
afternoon retail therapy. John and Amanda decided that
they would go and explore in the rock pools by the
mouth of the marina, looking for lost treasure or
creatures that no one had ever seen before. Clare and I
arrived at the apartment, I took a look under her arms
and said you need to do something about that hair if
I'm going to buy you a nice summer dress.
I produced the depilatory cream and following the
instructions spread a film under each of her arms, I
gave a wicked chuckle and turned the tube on to my
pubic mound. I smeared more than the recommended amount
down there and then I passed the applicator to Clare, I
nodded toward her pubic mound too, she took the hint
and spread a little on her mound too. We had to wait
for fifteen minutes for the cream to take affect and we
both had a quick shower to remove the cream and with it
the hair below.
The shower was a total mess but I told Clare we would
clean that up in the morning and with that we left the
apartment. I drove our car into town to save waiting
for the bus, and as I struggled to find a parking space
I recognised Claude's car parked in the courtyard of
the seedy little club where I had spent the previous
afternoon. I pulled alongside Claude's car and told
Clare to wait by the car while I asked for permission
to park, I entered with a lot of trepidation, there
were a few faces that I recognised in the bar form the
day before, I had after all gotten quite a good look at
around 6 of them as they fucked me.
Claude smiled and welcomed me with a kiss, his smile
broadened when he looked over my shoulder and saw my
daughter standing behind me, he asked me why I had
brought my young and innocent daughter to a place like
this. I explained that we were going to spend a girls
afternoon shopping and pampering ourselves, Claude's
smile almost stretched from one ear to the other, he
said that I could of course use his facilities any time
I wanted, he also pointed me in the direction of an
'off centre', exclusive shop that had fashions direct
from Paris and Milan. I was told that the shop was
Claude's sister in law's business and I would have to
mention his name when I buzzed for admission and that I
would get an extra special discount on anything I
wanted to buy.
From the outside, in a narrow back lane, four hundred
yards from the most minor of the shopping streets, I
thought I was ringing the bell of a rather small and
dingy apartment. The loud speaker by the side of the
door crackled into life, something French and spoken
extremely fast came out, I said my standard "Non parley
Frances," from the tone of the voice it was obvious
that the English weren't welcome to shop here, I
stammered "Claude told me to come" and the loud clunk
of the electronic door bolt retracting echoed around
the street.
I pushed the heavy wooden door open and was shocked to
find that inside there were six or seven properties
joined together, on the outside there were shuttered
windows and locked doors but on the inside the wall was
solid and showed no signs of the external buildings.
There were yards and yards of racking with the most
delicate, most beautiful, most colourful dresses and
skirts I had seen in my life, I looked at the labels,
each belonged to a famous fashion house from a major
fashion centre in Europe.
The price tags were almost as fabulously large as the
clothes were fabulous to look at, I could never afford
any of the prices here but decided that Clare and I
should try on as many of the things that we liked just
to treat to ourselves. A slim, very beautiful woman
came to assist us, she introduced herself as Claude's
sister, Clare and I had chosen a dress each to try on
and Monique escorted us to the changing rooms, I had
chosen a lose silk dress that was very bright and made
a definite statement, Clare had chosen a simple sheath
dress in black Lycra.
Monique was most complimentary about Clare's choice but
chose not to even mention my selection. The changing
room was a large communal type not like the tiny boxes
we have in England, Clare undressed down to her nylon
panties and polyester vest, Monique tutted
disapprovingly, made some comment in broken 'Frenglish'
about dressing the prime stake with HP sauce, I do wish
I could speak French. Clare pulled the dress on and she
looked like a bag of potatoes tied in the middle with
string, Clare's face was a picture of disappointment as
she turned, first one way then the other in front of
the mirror, Monique motioned for Clare to remove the
dress but to wait there.
Monique returned in moments, she had a selection of
French cut panties, silk and lace, there were lots of
different sizes and styles but all were very adult and
all very 'French sheik'. Clare stripped in an instant
to Monique's definite approval, there was some comment
about prime beef, Clare chose a thong in white satin
with Bruges lace trim, to Monique that was a
'formidable' choice, Clare had nothing of consequence
to fit into a bra and as such Monique had brought only
camisole type tops, Clare found one that matched the
thong perfectly, I ran my fingers through the material
the top was made of, it felt like fine spiders web
almost nothing there at all.
"Mademoiselle is dressed to perfection, it would be a
shame to cover such beauty with a dress," was Monique's
comment at the site of Clare dressed in such
provocative under clothes. Clare turned in front of the
mirror, I cleared my throat and told Clare that she had
forgotten the dress, as Clare pulled the dress on this
time, it fell into place, she didn't have to tug it
down as she did over her own under things. The dress
hugged to her small body and looked absolutely stunning
on her, until you came to the shoes, fabulous ensemble
with Nike trainers, Monique to the rescue once more, a
pair of dancing slippers with a four inch heal finished
off the outfit to perfection.
I dressed in my choice and had to admit that I looked
totally out of place in the dress, Monique was fussing
around Clare like a mother hen, it was definitely a
miracle, the clothes were conceived with her in mind. I
put my own clothes back on and decided to tot up what
Clare had chosen, I guessed that with the conversion it
came to over four hundred pounds, far too much to spend
on one outfit for a girl of fourteen who was still
growing. I was about to thank Monique for her time and
ask for the crow bar it would need to rid Clare of her
new second skin when Monique told me that she would add
it to Claude's account.
I knew it would be a fruitless, waste of time trying to
get Clare out of that outfit so I pushed her old
clothes into a carrier bag and made for the door,
Monique called me back as I waited for the electronic
bolt to be drawn back, I thought here it comes, Claude
has refused to pay for the dress but no, there was
another carrier bag in Monique's hand, I looked in and
there were three sets of panties and matching camisole
tops in the bag, I thanked Monique and she kissed me on
each cheek, she turned to Clare and kissed her on each
cheek too then a peck on the lips, Monique whispered in
her ear "you are special my child, never sell yourself
short in anything you do."
Clare was a little embarrassed; her grand mother and I
are the only women she has ever kissed on the lips
before. I held back a little way as Clare walked down
the street, she looked twenty years old not fourteen,
there was a swish to her step that was encouraged by
the high heals. As we turned on to the main shopping
street men on both sides of the road stopped and
watched open mouthed as Clare walked past, a few even
changed direction so that they could walk in her
shadow, watching her every footfall. Clare loved the
power she was exercising over the men that she passed,
eventually we reached the club and our car, I had to go
in and tell Claude that his sister in law had put
Clare's dress on his account and I thought he would hit
the roof so once more I told Clare to wait by the car,
once more she ignored me.
Claude was busy cleaning down the bar as the place was
almost empty by this time, he looked up and saw Clare;
he gave a low whistle and said "Worth every centime." I
was about to explain that somehow I would repay him
when he told me that he had told Monique "to take the
sows' ear and make it to the silk purse" at his treat,
he had meant me but now that he had seen Clare dressed
as she was he was happy that he had had a hand in the
transformation.
Claude offered Clare an orange cocktail but I refused
on her behalf, Claude kissed me on both cheeks and then
he turned his attention to Clare, he spoke in French to
her and, although Clare understood even less French
that me I could see she melted under his huge charm, he
kissed her in the same way that he had kissed me the
day before, his hand touched the small of her back and
slid down to her bottom, and he gave her a little pat
there and a squeeze. Clare had fallen for Claude's
charm as I guess every woman would, I had quite the job
to get Clare out of the bar and into my car, she looked
back the whole time until I was well out of town, she
was expecting to see his car chasing after us, chasing
after her.
At the resort, I stripped off in the car park but Clare
wanted to surprise her father with her new outfit. I
was a little way behind Clare when she bounded on to
the balcony; John was sitting talking to a man while
Amanda sat on the floor drawing a picture, I had an
awful feeling that I knew him from somewhere, was he
one of the many men that had taken me in the bar or on
the beach the previous day. The stranger said, "Hi,
there you are, I knew John had three beautiful
daughters," I now knew where I had seen him before, the
voice was the thing I recognised and it was from the
previous day, he was the man that had asked Amanda her
name after she had used the top of the dunes as a
toilet.
Amanda told Clare and I that this was Paul a new friend
of daddies and hers. I took John into the apartment and
asked if he had left Amanda alone with Paul at any time
during the afternoon, he hadn't. I told John that I
didn't like the look of Paul but John said "He's
alright, Amanda went and talked to him on the beach, he
was just reading a book and Amanda insisted that I meet
him because he is so funny!"
"So Amanda went and just started to talk to him?" I
asked John.
"Yes, I think she really likes him too, he has had her
laughing all afternoon, in England he's a part time
children's entertainer, he even offered to do Amanda's
next birthday party at a discount!" He replied.
Paul and John were drinking beer on the balcony, they
were putting the world to rights, well talking about it
anyway. This was the first serious drink John had had
so far this holiday, John likes a drink now and again
but he usually overdoes it and ends up falling into a
drunken stupor. I watched the whole thing from inside
the apartment, I noticed that John had two cans to
every one that Paul had. I also noticed that Paul was
repeatedly pouring some of each of his cans into the
drain, so it was no surprise to me that as John slid
into a drunken oblivion, Paul still looked fresh and
sober.
It was only nine o'clock in the evening when John
finally passed out and Paul asked me if I needed any
help in getting John into bed. We carried John between
us and Paul said, "Just one of the many advantages of a
naturist resort, when someone passes out you don't have
to undress them!" The bed was still in it daytime
position two thirds under the kitchen-et and covered in
it protective bag. Paul dropped John on to the sofa,
pushed a pillow under his head and dropped a blanket
over him.
Then Paul looked at me and said that as Clare and I
were all dressed up we should go out to a club or bar,
I told him that the girls wouldn't get into any of the
clubs on the resort because of their age. Paul said
there was a nice family club about halfway between the
resort and the local town. I decided that we would go
but that I would watch the girls like a hawk. Paul had
a soft duffel bag with him and he produced a crumpled
tee shirt and jogging trousers from it. Amanda dressed
quickly and was complaining that she didn't have
anything as nice as Clare was wearing. I insisted on
driving and going in my car, I used the excuse that I
had already seen Paul drink six cans of beer, but
really I needed to feel in control.
We drove for about fifteen miles, I pointed out that
the town was less that five miles away and Paul just
laughed and said, "This club is the best in the area,
you'll agree that it is worth the drive when you see
it!" The club was high in the hills, there was a long
drive from the road to the club, with a security guard
at the gate by the road.
The reception was light and airy, we could have been at
a high-class English country club, I had never seen
anything quite like this in France outside of the Paris
society establishment. Paul was obviously well known
here, the guard on the gate wanted to see my papers
until he spotted Paul in the front passenger seat and
he simply waved us through, the receptionist also knew
him by sight. Paul asked for my full name and address
for the guest book, and then was distracted by Amanda
and Clare walking through the open door into the club
area beyond reception.
Paul rushed to stop them going through and I took the
opportunity to use my mothers address with my real
name, the receptionist told me I had to put the girls
names down too. There was also space beside each of our
names for our e-mail address too but I put N/A in all
three spaces. The receptionist passed Paul three
fluorescent orange bands that he pinned onto mine and
Amanda's left sleeve but as Clare's black sheath dress
had only shoestring straps, Paul made the band into a
bracelet and pinned it loosely around her wrist. Inside
the main club area was a large stage at the opposite
end of the room to the double entry doors from
reception, in front of the stage was a well-lit area
with fifteen tables each with four chairs.
On the left of the room there was also a dance floor,
this was screened by a wall of triple glazes units
similar to those that they build conservatories out of.
The dance floor was unlit apart from the background
light emanating from the stage area, and there were
curtains on the inside of the glass partition which
would have given the dancers total privacy. On the
right of the main room there were eight small seating
areas set out as cubicles the French call 'Chambre
Sepere', literally separate rooms. In each of these
chambers there was a large table with a long plush
bench seat along each side, the booths were separated
from each other by a six foot high wooden panel with a
two foot long purple velvet curtain suspended by gold
pole above.
The whole thing was partitioned off from the main room
by eight-foot long purple velvet curtains on gold poles
with gold tasseled tieback to show an unoccupied booth.
There were three unoccupied booths and the rest had
their curtains closed.
The first act was about to start, I looked around the
room, a few women dotted about here and there. There
were three other women around my age with the
fluorescent band pinned on their left arm and five
children ranging in age from eight to sixteen with the
same. The rest of the audience was men from mid
twenty's to late fifty's or even older, there were lots
of children there too, all ages from toddlers to mid
teens. The dance floor had quite a few teenagers
dancing together but also a few of the older men
dancing with young girls, I looked across at Paul as
the lights faded and estimated that he would be around
thirty years old.
In the near darkness I noticed a few more people move
to the dance floor, the music there was turned down
slightly and in the main room was hardly discernible
other than a low rhythmic buzzing. The stage lit to
reveal a young girl of around thirteen, she sang to
piano accompaniment, she wasn't a brilliant singer, I
even thought that Clare would knock spots off of her in
a straight singing contest. The girl was dressed in
white tee shirt and white mini skirt, she had no bra on
but wasn't so big breasted that it looked out of place.
As she finished her song the room erupted with
cheering, clapping and whistling, I thought that they
must have mistook her for Madonna or Brittany.
The girl left the stage, she was walking ten feet tall,
as she passed me I noticed the man escorting her off
stage was pinning an orange fluorescent band to her
left sleeve and he delivered her to one of the three
other women in the room with fluorescent markings. The
lights dimmed once more and when they next illuminated
Paul was standing centre stage, he had a bow tie around
his neck even though he still had on the tee shirt he
had arrived in, he also had a on a multi-coloured tail
coat and bright red top hat.
He told a humorous story and as he was telling the
story he was performing simple, schoolboy magic tricks.
The tricks weren't in them selves impressive but Paul
performed them with style and panache, keeping up the
totally unconnected funny story at the same time. He
finished the story and took a very low bow to the
audience, clapped politely but Paul wasn't finished, he
called for Amanda to join him on stage, as she walked
up the steps the room went over the top with applauds.
Amanda went bright red in her face and Paul quickly
whipped off his top hat and placed it on her head,
"What do you think Ladies and Gentle men, perfect
colour co-ordination and in one so young too!"
I realised the colour on her face was being aided by a
red filtered spotlight on a narrow aperture, pointed
into her face. "Now we have never met before have we
Amanda?"
"Yes!"
"The poor girl is confused, I'm sure that I have never
met you, your sister Clare or Rose your mother before!"
"You have met us all this afternoon."
This little scene got great appreciation from the
audience and Paul continued to ask Amanda things like
her age what country she lived in, what was the largest
town near her and so on, during his interviewing of her
he was pulling coins from her ear, nose, chin, arm, all
over in fact. Then Amanda helped Paul with a few card
tricks and with each success the audience cheered and
applauded Amanda, when it was time for her to leave the
stage, everyone in the audience knew all about her.
Amanda didn't want to leave the stage, the audience
were playing to her vanity and she was elated when she
sat back down at our table. The lights went down and
this time came back up almost instantly, Paul was
sitting by our side and Amanda had the red topper back
on her head much to the audience's delight, an interval
was announced and the dance floor emptied once again,
with the dancers returning to the tables in the main
room. A young man in his late teens or early twenties
asked Clare if she would like to dance and she followed
him to the dance floor, the music was relatively slow
and the two of them danced closely together.
I was watching them dancing very closely, I noticed
that all of the older visitors like Clare were on the
dance floor with nice looking boys of a similar age to
them. The younger guests were being rounded up and
taken on stage where a few games had been set up, the
only people left in the main room with fluorescent
flashes on their left sleeves were the four mums. Paul
asked me if I would like to take a walk in the grounds
with him but I declined, I looked around and saw the
other mothers were actually leaving the room with an
escort each. It was difficult keeping an eye on Amanda
and Clare at the same time but I knew that I would have
no chance of looking after the girls if I went outside
with Paul. Clare and her dance partner were being
swallowed into the main body of the dancers, going
further away from the glass wall and my sight.
On the stage they were now playing teen disco music and
all the girls were dancing, there was a line of older
men watching with close attention as the younger girls
danced with each other on stage. The organiser
suggested the girls might like to pick a partner from
the audience and dance with them, I realised how
ludicrous it was as there were only men old enough to
be the children's fathers or grandfathers. Amanda chose
Paul, he was the youngest man by far left in the
audience and it looked so silly these little tots
dancing with very old men.
After one tune the girls were asked to select a
different partner that no one had danced with so far.
And in this way over the course of three or four
records all the men in the audience had had a dance
with one of the young girls. Clare came back to our
table with a different young man than she had left
with, I asked her if she had had a good time and she
was literally in seventh heaven. I looked at her face,
it was glowing, she was radiant and looked so happy. I
noticed the other mothers were also returning to the
room and the children on the stage were finishing their
activities. An announcement was made that as it was
midnight all members who had brought a guest would now
have to escort their guests out, as the club was
members only after midnight.
Paul asked if we would like to stay a little longer and
the girls were begging me and pleading with me to stay,
I looked around once again and the other mothers were
all removing the orange patch from their and their
children's left sleeves. I decided that we should make
for our apartment, the girls were terribly disappointed
but when I told them we had to check up on their father
they stopped protesting. As we walked to the door three
young men came over to say good night to Clare, each
kissed her on both cheeks and said they would miss her
very much, in perfect English with a very sexy French
accent.
I told Paul that we would be ok on our own if he would
like top stay and enjoy the entertainment and so that's
what he did. He kissed Clare with a quick peck on her
lips. his kiss for Amanda lasted a little longer and he
whispered to her that he would think about her tonight.
I was relieved to be driving from that club with just
the two girls and I. The drive back to the resort
passed in silence and we found John still sleeping on
the sofa where we had left him.
It was almost one o'clock in the morning, Amanda was
asleep, I was drinking a glass of iced tea and Clare
had a small white wine. I asked her about the boys that
had kissed her as we left and she said that they wanted
her to be their girlfriend, I laughed "All three?" She
told me that they had taken it in turns dancing with
her and had told her that if we could stay on after
midnight she would be able to choose the one she wanted
to be with in private as their girlfriend for the rest
of the night.
I asked her if they wanted to have sex with her and she
said "Oh mum! Didn't a boy fancy you when you were my
age, it's just the same there but there more open about
it!" I couldn't really argue with that comment so we
both went to bed, I left John sleeping on the sofa.
Amanda and John went to the Mammoth to fetch fresh
croissants while I made a pot of coffee. I took the
opportunity to ask Clare if she was a virgin, she told
me I shouldn't feel that I had a right to ask her a
question like that and that she didn't feel that she
had any obligation to answer one like it. I took that
as a no!
As we walked toward the beach for our morning sun
worshipping session, John asked me if there was
anything different about Clare. I was totally stunned
and I stopped John in his tracks, I asked John if there
was anything different about me, he looked at me for a
few seconds and asked if I had done my hair
differently. I shook my head and I looked down my
front, his eyes followed mine down and then his face
brightened up, "Clare has shaved her self" John said.
"Yes Clare has" I agreed, no mention of the fact that I
had done the same. I realised that even though I had
had more sex in the last few days than in a normal year
I hadn't actually had any sexual contact with John at
all. Thinking about it we hadn't actually performed
together in the month before we left on this holiday, I
spent the morning sunbathing and thinking about what I
wanted in my future.
There was definite lull this morning, John had a hang
over Clare, Amanda and I had had a very late night the
night before and so we were all just lying in the sun.
No one really wanted to walk all the way to the
unoccupied lifeguard station either but I chided them
all the way there. The few other naturists that had
braved the long walk were still all around us, my
family usually drove these few hardy people away with
there noise. But today here we all were just being
quiet and good. At noon Paul turned up, he had a large
holdall in one hand and three new large pump water
riffles in the other, he gave one each to John Amanda
and Clare.
The holdall was full of bottled tap water to fill the
weapons with and as soon as the first load had been
taken my 'three' children were in the dunes whooping
and soaking everything in site. Paul sat by my side and
told me that I had missed a good time by leaving at
midnight. I just said that we needed to get back so
that the girls could get some sleep. Paul asked me if
we had the Internet at home and without thinking I said
yes. Paul handed me a slip of paper, it had
instructions on how to log into the club web-site, the
receptionist had noticed that I had not provided an
email address in the ledger and so she had set up three
address for us. My address was rose.uk.37.f@duex-de-
ravlier this was written on the back of the slip of
paper along with the password.
I asked if there was any significance in the domain
name, I thought I had seen it on lots of things in the
town, Paul told me that it was a local delicacy
peculiar to this region, it was a very sweet fruit pie,
usually cherry. I asked what the girl's addresses were
and Paul was reluctant to tell me but he eventually
wrote their addresses down too. Amanda was
amanda.f.11.uk@duex-de-ravlier and Clare was
clare.f.14.uk@duex-de-ravlier.
I asked what their passwords were and Paul refused to
tell me but I told him that I would add the domain to
the list in netnanny so that the girls wouldn't be able
to open it. Paul wrote the single password 'paul' by
the side of the names. I could tell that Paul was upset
that I had forced the passwords out of him but he soon
got over that as Amanda hit him in the ear with a
super-blaster water jet. I asked Paul what John's
address would be and he just shook his head, that will
cost him five thousand Euros a year if he wanted to
join. Then Paul had Amanda caught in his arms, pinning
her arms by her sides, he threw her to the floor and
was kneeling over her tickling her as she was trying to
drown him with her riffle.
Eventually all three of the dune fighters were back
lying on the sand exhausted, Paul was close to Amanda
telling her a story, the story had some French words in
it and he was explaining them as he went along. Every
now and then Amanda laughed out loud as Paul tickled
her with either his words or fingers. I was getting
drowsy and my eyes were quite heavy, they closed
momentarily and when they opened again Paul and Amanda
were sleeping on the same towel, they were lying face
to face and Paul's hand was resting on Amanda's bottom.
John and Clare were missing all together, I saw a two
fresh tracks heading up into the dunes close to where
we were lying, I decided to follow them.
I stopped short of the crest of the first peak and
looked over the top, there were the young couple that
John and I had watched the day before, they still
looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and John
and Clare were sitting with their backs to me watching.
Clare was transfixed by the act performed in front of
her eyes, John was very hard and Clare was resting her
hand on his thigh almost touching his rock hard cock.
John was talking to Clare about what the two loves were
doing, his voice was very shaky and full of pent up
emotion. His explanation was clinical but informative
and he was asking Clare what she thought of as she
watched them.
The couple finished their show and walked off toward
the resort complex. John and Clare just sat looking at
the now empty stage, John shifted his position slightly
and his cock brushed against the back of Clare's hand.
I could see the faint pre-cum trail left as his cock
head slipped across her hand, she looked down at his
very respectable length of hard cock. Without saying a
word she lifted her fingers and placed them on top of
his cock, she wasn't exactly grasping it just resting
now on top of his phallus instead of his thigh. John
started to rock slightly back and forth causing his
cock to move slightly under her fingers, within seconds
John was hosing his thigh and her hand with his cum, it
was all so fast, I didn't even notice his breathing
speed up or anything. Clare was playing with the sticky
deposit between her fingers, causing semen to string
out between her thumb and forefinger.
John told her that it would taste salty if she wanted
to try it, Clare licked a finger and told him that it
wasn't too salty. John had a ton of emotion in his
voice as he asked Clare if she would like him to make
her feel special, she nodded her head. John suddenly
looked around, almost catching me looking over the
edge. When he was happy that no one was about he opened
her thighs and used his fingers to massage deep into
her body.
Clare fell on to her back and John was massaging her
bald pussy for all he was worth, Clare reached a
shattering climax and she caught hold of her father's
hand and stopped him working her clitoris. She told her
father that it had felt fantastic but she didn't like
it to go on too long. I slipped back down the dune and
returned to my towel in the sun, Paul said, "Fantastic
isn't it the first time you see that?"
I was totally shocked that he knew what I had been
watching. His hand was still resting on Amanda's
bottom; he told me that if I had stopped behind at the
club I could have watched Amanda too. I wanted to tell
Paul that he was the biggest pervert in the world but
then I thought that I was in close competition for that
honour.
As the sun started to wane we trudged back to the
resort, John invited Paul to have supper with us and
Paul accepted. I detoured through the commercial centre
leaving Paul, John and the children to go on to the
apartment, I had loaded them all down with the beach
things and the food that the mammoth supermarket had
provided and John was going to start cooking the meal.
I made a beeline for the Internet café and marvelled at
the amount of forms and paperwork I had to fill in to
use the café's facilities.
I eventually chose a machine that had the best privacy
and logged on to the duex-de-ravlier site, I entered my
password and login name and was taken to a pretty
little site, there was a chat room link and I opened it
only to find that I was alone. I wandered around the
site; there was a lot of information about the club,
its charitable work, it's involvement in local schools.
Nothing to cause me any concerns, I found my profile,
all the things that I had entered into the guest book
from the previous day was there, my mothers address but
there were the e-mail addresses of us all. I noticed
that there was a small passport style photograph of me
on my page but little else. I looked for Clare's
profile but didn't find it; Amanda's profile was
missing too.
I was about to close down and go home happy, but
decided to re-open the site as if I were Clare. I used
her login id and her password to get in to the site at
the first page, the initial room was different to the
first room I had entered and when I opened the chat
room there were about a hundred users in it in eight
different rooms. I chose the room named 'thirteen to
fifteen and free' to look in first. As soon as I opened
the room there was a message in the public screen from
someone called freddy.m.18.fr, "Hi Clare, loved that
dress last night!" I replied, "Thanks."
"Pity your mom dragged you off last night I would have
loved to feel your smooth pussy again."
"Yes."
I had obviously seen messages like this before in chat
rooms but they were usually in private chats not in the
public rooms. I closed down the chat window and looked
for Clare's profile, it had a picture of her standing
in the nude, it wasn't taken on the beach as I first
thought but in a room, and there was no pubic hair
either. That meant the picture was taken in the last
twenty-four hours.
There was a link to a gallery, which I followed and
there were some pictures of her on the beach taken with
a long telephoto lens. But there was also a picture of
her in the black dress, same dress with the top half
way down, thong and camisole top, thong only and fully
nude. There were other pictures of her sitting, kissing
one of the boys from the dance floor and with her legs
open being finger fucked by another of the boys. I
looked at her profile again and her address was the
correct one for us, it had a mobile telephone number
with a notice that it wouldn't be available until the
following week. I always refused to get Clare her own
mobile telephone in the past so seeing that number
confused me.
I closed the site down again and opened it as if I were
Amanda, I entered the site at the same point as I had
when I was pretending to be Clare. I went into the
under thirteen room and once again there was an instant
response to my entry David.M.45.uk wrote in the open
room.
D, "Hi A how are you today?"
I replied
A, "Fine."
D, "Did you like the club last night?"
A, "Yes"
D, "did you enjoy being on stage with Paul?"
A, "Yes"
D, "You were very good you know!"
A, "Thanks"
D, "I wish your mummy had gone out for a walk with Paul
so that I could have looked at you with no clothes on"
A, "Why?"
D, "I love looking at girls like you with nothing on"
A, "Oh"
D, "Did you like it when Paul rubbed his finger between
your legs last night?"
A, "Yes"
D, "I wish he had been able to take your pants off for
me, I would have loved to seen his finger go right
inside of you"
D, "would you like Paul or me to fuck you tonight?"
A, "I do not now"
D, "When mummy and daddy fall asleep tonight will you
come with your sister and Paul to see us at the club?"
A, "Mum never just goes to sleep like that"
D, "She might tonight, Paul will see if he can get her
to go to sleep early for us"
A, "I have to go now my dad is coming back"
D, "I'll see you later darling XXXXXXXXXX."
I returned to the apartment and the meal was almost
finished, Paul was pouring red wine into three goblets
and white wine mixed with lemonade into two glass
beakers, I followed his every movement with out showing
that I was. I watched as Paul crushed a tablet between
his thumb and forefinger and dropped the powder into
the first glass, then another into a second. Paul
picked up the third and took a drink from it. Then
passed John and I a glass each. The girls got the glass
beakers of almost wine spritsers.
I took the seat by the drain and as the meal progressed
I would touch the glass to my lips and pretend to
drink, then tip a little down the drain. After the meal
Paul produced a duex-de-ravlier for sweet, Clare and
Amanda giggled a lot as John cut a slice and tasted it,
he said that it was the nicest pudding he had tasted. I
didn't accept a slice and neither did the girls. John's
speech was getting very slurred and his movements were
slowing down too, Paul helped John over to the couch
and John passed into unconsciousness. Paul asked me if
I was feeling ok, as I looked very tired too. I agreed
that I was feeling tired and that he should perhaps go
now and let the rest of us get an early night.
The girls both looked really down when I said that but
Paul smiled and picked up his things and as he left he
kissed Clare on her cheek and whispered something to
her, then he kissed Amanda on her mouth. It was a long
lingering kiss and as their mouths parted I could see
Amanda's mouth was open, Paul had French kissed her
right there in front of me. I asked the girls if they
were sure that they didn't want any of the fruit pie
but they both refused quickly and ran off to bed.
I sat for a few minutes and then walked to the girl's
bedroom door, the door was kept open ever since
Amanda's accident with the perfume bottle. There was a
lot of whispering going on in the room, the light was
out but I could just make out that Clare was in her
black dress instead of her nighty and Amanda had a tee
shirt and short skirt on. They were talking about the
night before and how nice it had felt to be loved by
every one.
The apartment was in total darkness, I was sitting on
the bed but wide awake, thirty minutes later there was
a gentle knock at the door and Amanda and Clare rushed
through the main room without looking towards me at
all. They were so desperate to be on their way to that
club that they hadn't even considered that I might
still be awake. Paul was closing the door behind the
girls when I pulled it open again. Paul almost had a
heart attack as the door slid open, I told the girls to
go back into their room and wait for me there, I told
Paul to sit on the balcony and wait for me to return.
I had a long chat to the girls in their room, didn't
they realise how dangerous it would have been to go off
with Paul. Amanda said that they both wanted to stop
the night before but I wouldn't let them, that all I
was doing was spoiling their fun. Clare told me that
she knew I had been with Claud for sex lots of times
since we were here and that it wasn't fair that I had
all the fun and that they had none. I checked on John
sleeping on the couch, he had rolled on to his back but
as I couldn't wake him at all I rolled him on to his
side and propped him there with pillows to prevent him
choking to death in his drugged state.
Then I went out to Paul and asked him if I were to be
invited to go with them to the club. Paul smiled
broadly and told me that I would be welcome. Paul drove
us to the club this time in his car, Amanda sat by his
side and Clare and I were sitting in the back. At the
reception Paul was told that tonight was members only
no guests allowed. Paul told her that Clare and Amanda
were both members and that I was willing to join too.
The manager was called and he took Clare, Amanda and I
into a small office, he was explaining the rules to us
very carefully.
Once through the door into the club we would be three
women, not mother and daughters, not sisters, three
separate women. No one could speak for any one else if
one of the girls agreed to do something then she had to
do it and no one else could intercede to prevent it
being done. Members had the right to say no to anything
that involved them but not to veto anything that anyone
else had agreed to. This was our last chance to leave
now via the reception, a taxi would be provided to take
anyone home that wasn't willing to obey the rules.
The atmosphere was totally different to the previous
night, there were no fluorescent bands tonight, my
daughters both looked lovely, I looked like my usual,
clothes thrown on without thought. As we walked towards
the stage the music stopped and every one came from the
dance floor to see the new members. Clare was led up on
to the stage and she was asked if she would strip off
so that everyone could see her properly, nudity
wouldn't phase either of my daughters, we had all just
spent a year being nude together.
This was different though, tonight the rest of the
people, and there were several hundred other people in
the club tonight, were all dressed. Clare happily
stripped off all of her cloths, the manager turned her
round for all to see, there in the front row were the
three boys that had danced with her the night before.
The manager asked Clare
M, "Are you a virgin?"
C, "No!"
M, "How many people have you had sex with?"
C, "Two"
M, "who were they?"
C, "Just boys from school"
M, "Is there anything that you prefer to do sexually?"
C, "No I don't think so"
Clare was led back to the main part of the room, still
naked, and the young men that had danced with her the
day before surrounded her. Amanda was led up on top the
stage, the manager asked her what her name was, she
replied "Amanda" in a very quiet voice.
M, "What would you like to do Amanda?"
A, "I do not know" she replied.
M, "Would you like to take your top off for us?"
A, "Ok"
Amanda took off her top, the older men clapped and
cheered.
M, Would you like to take your skirt off for us
Amanda?"
A, "Ok"
Amanda took off her skirt; she had one of Clare's new
thongs on, which didn't fit her at all.
M, "Wow you look pretty in those panties Amanda, what
do you think boys?"
There was a huge cheer, lots of whistles and catcalls,
Amanda's face was beaming out the biggest smile I had
ever seen her have in her life.
M, "would you like to take those lovely panties off as
well Amanda?"
A, "Yes ok"
Amanda was standing there totally nude; I could se
Paul's cock straining the front of his trousers out
into a huge tent.
M, "Now then Amanda as you are the prettiest girl in
the whole room tonight you can chose to go and sit with
any man or boy that you want to in the room, they will
all love to be chosen by you."
Amanda just stood there for ages looking around the
room, the man pushed gently in her back to start her
moving, I looked around in time to see Clare
disappearing into one of the side rooms with an older
man, about the age of her father. Amanda was by my side
now holding her hand out to Paul. The room went into
riots as Paul stood up to accept her choice. The
manager invited me on to the stage, the lights were in
my eyes but I could still make out Amanda sitting on
Paul's knee kissing him, there were a few man watching
closely as Paul rubbed his fingers in Amanda's lap.
Paul slipped his trousers down and Amanda was stroking
his cock, it took both of her hands to close around it.
I was being interviewed and my answers were coming out
as an automatic reaction rather than a considered
response. Paul was pulling Amanda's head towards his
lap, I watched, as his cock slipped over her teeth,
there was a round of applauds, as Amanda took a little
more of Paul's cock in her mouth. My interview was over
and there were a few applauds for me too. I walked down
the steps with the manager and was making towards
Amanda and Paul, the manager grasped my arm and led me
to another seat.
She will be ok you know, none of the men will hurt her
or she won't want to come back. If Paul did his job
right both girls will have been given a mild sedative
drink about an hour ago. Neither Amanda nor Clare will
have any problems, they will both be totally relaxed
and will really enjoy tonight. Paul eased Amanda's head
from his lap.
I had been watching like a hawk and Amanda had been
bent over his lap sucking greedily on Paul's cock head,
her mouth looked like it was open wider than it was
capable but she looked totally happy as her face left
Paul's lap. Someone passed Paul a small pot of some
sort, Paul slipped a finger into the pot and he asked
Amanda to open her mouth, then he pushed his finger
covered in cream deep into her mouth, he massaged it
all over, then took a little more and massaged it over
her gums and right into the joint of her jaw. I
expected her to be sick or to gag at the very least as
his finger went right to the back of her throat but she
did neither.
I looked at the manager, "That's an analgesic cream,
dentists use it sometimes for minor operations, it is
stronger that Novocain but doesn't effect the mouth in
the same way, it will be impossible for her to feel any
pain in her mouth for the next two or three hours, but
the normal feelings will all get through, it is called
a pain attenuator, not a pain killer!"
I nodded my head.
"The cream is for internal and external use, we use it
a lot on the younger girls, she will even be able to
eat and taste everything, just the more extreme pains
that will be stopped." I looked back to Amanda, Paul
had pulled her mouth back down to his cock, this time
he was pushing into her mouth not just letting her rest
with only his cock head in her mouth. Paul was asking
her if everything was ok for her and she was nodding
her head, Paul pushed down a little harder and asked
again, Amanda nodded again. Now a man was sitting
behind her, he was opening her thighs; Paul held her
head to stop her looking back and to keep her mouth in
contact with his cock.
The guy behind Amanda had picked up a the jar of cream
and was rubbing his fingers covered in the cream
between her legs, he pushed one finger into her tiny
pussy, I saw her try to straighten up as the slight
discomfort coursed threw her body. The man withdrew his
finger and it was covered in Amanda's blood, he held
his hand aloft to the cheers and applauds of everyone
there. I must have been watching Amanda too closely as
the manager told me that there was a young man that
joined the club the previous night that would like to
be my friend for a little while but was too shy to ask
me. The boy was only about eleven, he was nude and was
standing behind the manager with his lovely little
stiff cock in his hand. I asked him what he would like
me to do; he looked at Amanda and said that please.
I bent down and started to suck him off, I was still
looking sideways at Amanda, her legs were being forced
wider apart and a man standing behind her was opening
his trousers. I saw his cock, it was eight inches long
but thin as a pencil, he was taking up a position
behind Amanda and two other men were lifting her legs
off of the floor. Amanda was still nursing at Paul's
cock as the guy with the long thin cock prodded it
against her pussy. I was about to stop sucking on my
young friends cock and protest when the manager stood
between Amanda and I, he bent down and whispered that
Amanda wouldn't be hurt, David was the gentlest man in
the club.
The manager remained between Amanda and I and all of a
sudden my mouth was full of little boy's sperm, he was
jerking back and forth and Amanda slipped from my mind
for the moment. As my young lover pulled his cock out
of my mouth, a final spurt of his sperm hit my face and
the room exploded in applauds. The boy ran back to his
mother's side, she looked very proud of him, and he
looked like the cat that got the cream. I looked round
the manager and Amanda was being gently fucked by two
men, Paul who Amanda had chosen and David who she
hadn't even seen behind her.
David was using very gentle slow movements, Paul was on
the other hand being quite rough with her mouth, Paul
was breathing heavily now, then he gritted his teeth
and I knew he was filling Amanda's mouth, not because
he was gritting his teeth and breathing heavy but
because his sperm was running down her nose, he was
firing cum into her mouth faster than she could swallow
it, and his cock was so big it had formed a seal
against her lips.
David climaxed too, the first shot being deep inside
her tiny pussy, the second as he pulled out of her and
it went right across her back, the third and forth came
as he pressed his cock against Amanda's anal ring, some
of that sperm ran out between cock and anal muscle but
some of it was injected into her bottom. David's cock
was totally covered in Amanda's virginity breaking
blood, the tide mark of her blood went right to the end
of his shaft.
I assumed he was only fucking her with the last few
inches of his cock but he had buried it totally, eight
inches deep into her virgin hole. Amanda turned round
and smiled, she said "hi David, you got to see me with
nothing on after all." David showed Amanda his blood
covered cock and Amanda bent forward and sucked his
cock for him, he pulled it out and rubbed her own blood
across her face then let her clean him off totally.
Amanda was brought back to me, she was sleepy and she
curled up on my knee and fell asleep. I turned my chair
towards the private room that Clare had gone into with
her choice of man, he was standing outside the curtain,
his cock soft, he was talking to another man that was
just standing outside the curtain, then the curtain
opened and a different man walked out, doing his
trousers up, the third man who was waiting went in, I
carried Amanda to the private room, Clare was laying on
the table, the new guy was removing his trousers, I
could see the sperm of many lovers running from inside
of her vagina. The new man stepped up to the table and
fucked her, not a single word, just fucked, climaxed
inside of her and walked out.
I called her name but she was sleeping. I asked Paul if
he would take us home and he agreed.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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