As a single mother with 2 children I don't have the luxuries that most in our modern world come to expect, I hadn't had a holiday since my daughters father walked out on me. I loved my daughters dearly and was really glad that I had them both but when things became tight I often thought that I would have been better of if I hadn't had them. The summer when Sarah was 13 I was offered an old car by a friend, it was a huge old station wagon, it wouldn't pass its next MOT so I had the use of it for four months, my friend didn't report the change of ownership either so that I could drive the car on his insurance.

I woke up the first Saturday as a car owner and made a decision, to use the car to have as much fun as I could before I waved it goodbye. It was still very early, Sarah and Anna, only 6 years old, were still sleeping, I packed what I could think of into the cavernous space behind the back seats of the wagon and woke the girls. I drove for 2 hours until we came to Bournemouth. It was the hottest day of the year so far and the girls just wanted to get out of the car as soon as possible and get on the beach and then into the sea. I had planned to use the car as an impromptu tent for the girls and I to sleep in, this meant that I had to find a place to park the car overnight before I could let the girls out to play. I was beginning to get the feeling that Bournemouth was a little unfriendly and unwelcoming to vagrant families looking for a little cheep sun, every car park I drove past said, "No over night parking", the roads also had signs that forbad people sleeping in vehicles on the roadside. The girls were getting fractious and I had run out of Bournemouth, we took the ferry across the mouth of Pool harbour, at least the girls enjoyed going on their first boat. I was planning on driving to Weymouth and trying the car park search all over again. A mile or so from the ferry I noticed a line of around thirty cars parked just off of the road and spotted a space in the middle and just pulled into it. I spotted a man walking from his car toward a gap in the fence leading off into the sand dunes towards the sea, I asked him if he knew if there were any rules to stop overnight parking on the road, he shook his head and told me the road wasn't a public highway so we could stay as long as we wanted, the first bit of good news all day.

The girls changed into their swimming costumes in the back of the car, I planned to change into mine under a towel, we grabbed our towels and picnic basket and rushed along the trodden path following the man that I had spoken to. The path was a half-mile long and opened out onto a wonderful, long wide beach. There were lots of people around but the beach still felt empty, I saw the man I had spoken to standing talking to a group of men, something seemed a little out of place, I put my glasses on and things came into sharp focus, very sharp, they were all naked, they were all looking at our little family group, woman and 2 children standing in swimming costumes, I realised that they were waiting for us to turn heels and run away. I looked around, everyone on the beach was nude, there were no signs that it was a nudist area but it obviously was. I asked the girls if they wanted to go and find another beach and I got a ton of whining form the girls, they wanted to get in the water and cool down not walk a mile back to the car in the heat and then drive again in a hot, stuffy car, "You'll have to take your swimmers off if we stop here!" I said, as the last "e" of here trailed from my lips the girls were standing nude in front of me. I stood watching them run into the sea shrieking as the cold water hit them, I looked around once again, most people were just going about their own business, not even aware that my little family had arrived on the beach, all except for the group of men standing around one hundred yards away, they were staring in my direction, lots of banter flashing between them. I knew that they were expecting me to chicken out, children had no shame, they had little to hide and knew nothing of the world. I first took my top off, stood there in my skirt and bra, more muttering between the men watching me, then I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, there were nods between the men now, I could almost hear them saying "Not bad body, shame about her lingerie though" to each other. I took my glasses off before I unhooked my bra strap and let it drop, I could see the men's heads nodding but they were out of focus and fuzzy, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and paused a moment before bending down and 'shucking' my pants to the floor. I spread my towel on the sand and lay on my back, I made sure as best I could that the men watching me, if they were actually still watching me, saw as little as possible. I even lay on my back with my legs tightly crossed over so that there was only the smallest triangle of hair on display. I checked my daughters were playing safely in the surf at the waters edge then I noticed that 4 of the men were walking toward me while the others walked in the direction of the ferry.

I lay propped up on my elbows, eyes closed, allowing the heat of the sun to permeate through my entire body, then I was aware of male voices close by and opened my eyes to se the 4 men spreading their towels on the beach just 6 feet away from me. I put my glasses on and scanned the beach, each other person or group of people seemed to have 60 feet of separation between them and their neighbour, I had less than 6 feet. In the group sitting in an ark were the man that I had spoken to on the road, a younger man, mid 20's with amazing bone structure, ruggedly handsome face and piercing electric blue eyes, the other two were middle-aged, middle of the road men with little going for them, the only thing they did have in common were that they were all naked. I noticed one of the 'drone' men take a huge bottle of sun protection oil from a bag and the men each took some and made a big show of oiling themselves. I didn't take my eyes off of the younger man, drinking in the vista of his perfect-ness, and then I realised why I should never take a holiday on the spur of the moment, sun protection wasn't even on my mind, never mind it being the last thing there. The sun was beginning to cook me slowly, it was incredibly hot, I toyed with the idea of joining Anna and Sarah in the sea to cool me off but that would have meant leaving the radiation of the most perfect man I have ever seen. I was slow-roasting in the sun and suddenly I thought of my girls, they were much faire than I and their hair is white, if I were feeling the heat they would feel it even worse.

I was aware that the men close to me were discussing something between themselves, deadbeat no. 2 passed the huge bottle of oil to Mr amazing, he picked up both bottle and his towel and crossed the space between us in three steps, "Would you like a little oil and help in putting it on?" He asked. I was just captivated by his eyes, too captivated to bother a hoot about answering his question. I must have taken too long to respond because "I'm Peter, by the way!" Dropped his towel at the side of mine and knelt down on my left side, he held the bottle in front of my face and shook it, in an 'look, I have oil' kind of way. "Is it alright?" he asked, "The oil, after all you are already starting to turn red!" I still said nothing, he dropped a large pool of oil into one hand and then rubbed his hands together, he picked up my left hand and began to rub oil into it, "Is this OK?" He asked. Still no response from me, he continued to oil along my forearm to my elbow, then I was aware of a shadow to my right, the man from the road was kneeling on my right and had picked up my right hand and was copying Peter. I realised that I couldn't see the girls with this man kneeling to my right and I craned my neck to try and see past him. "It's ok, the others will look after them!" Peter whispered soothingly, and I relaxed and turned my head back so I could look into Peter's eyes again.

Peter reached my shoulder and massaged oil into my neck, "That's Alan by the way", Peter said, Alan had reached my neck at the same time as Peter but the right hand side of my body didn't feel as protected as my left though. "Lay on your front!" Peter said, as I turned over I got a quick flash of my daughters playing in the surf, the other two men were also at the waters edge, one either side of my daughters, they were just talking to the girls as I turned over but just before Alan blocked my view I watched as the man at Sarah's side scooped up a handful of sea water and began to trickle it down Sarah's back. Alan began to rub oil on to my neck and back as peter started to oil my legs. I was quite enjoying the feeling of two men massaging my back, I felt Peter try to open, my legs slightly and resisted him, I didn't want to resist because it had been so long since another human had touched my body, almost two years, and it was even longer than that that I had been sexually handled as I was here. When Alan started massaging down the small of my back I caught a glimpse of my girls again, both were still in the surf, both being caught by the tumbling water, I felt Peter's fingers reach the rise of my bottom and had to clamp my thighs together harder to stop his fingers straying, the men at the waters edge with Sarah and Anna were now taking hands full of sea water and using it to wash the girls, just like they were in the biggest bath in the world.

Peter slapped my bottom gently, "You're done this side, turn over", he said, I dwelled a moment, thought, this has been very nice so far, I should really just grab the girls and head back to the car before I allow things to go too far, but, instead I turned onto my back. Peter had been whispering or more mouthing things at Alan as I turned, lots of non-verbal communications going on and then Alan was kneeling by my head again blocking the view towards my daughters, I felt his oily hands begin to rub oil into my throat and down onto my chest. Peter started to oil my left foot, he raised my foot off of the towel slightly to rub the oil in and when he put my foot back down it was a few inches further to the left than it had been, he repeated the action with my right foot, my feet were about 6 to 8 inches apart now, I realised that this meant that peter could now see more of my vagina but I was still keeping reasonable modesty. Alan's fingers reached my breasts, he was rubbing them very gently, massaging the oil and passion into my breasts, Peter had now reached my knees, he carefully lifted my left knee and he also pushed my foot up toward my bottom so that it looked like I was lying on my back but stepping up, as he put my leg back down he kept my foot in the same place, and pushed my knee slightly to the left, same with my right leg.

I was climbing a mountain that I hadn't climbed in almost three years, I realised that I was now standing at the edge of a ravine, the wrong decision or footfall could throw me off into the deep ravine of frustration or if I kept my head, allowed things to run their course, I could climb to the very top of the mountain and maybe, just maybe, have the best orgasm of my life. Peter was massaging oil into my upper thighs, my vagina was totally open to his eyes but his fingers still had a way to go, even so I was beginning to pant slightly, as if the actual sexual act had begun. Alan's fingers slipped down from my breasts and on to my stomach, I looked to the water once again as Alan's body slipped towards my lower body slightly, Sarah was squatting, allowing the surf to break gently over her back, the man who had been rubbing water over her back was squatting too, I saw him touch her knee and pull her slightly so that her legs opened and she turned squarer on to him, I realised that he was opening her to his view much as Peter had just done to me. I was aware of another unspoken argument between Peter and Alan and suddenly Alan was back blocking my view and massaging my breasts. Peter's hands had reached my hips, he was massaging from between my legs and over to my hips, the backs of his fingernails were brushing the outer part of my vaginal lips before making their journey up and out to my hips, my body tensed with each repeat and as the tension built up inside of me the vision of the man looking between Sarah's legs was diminishing.

Alan's and Peter's hands both left me in the same second and I felt myself being pulled back toward that deep, deep ravine of frustration once again, then I noticed why they had suddenly stopped rubbing oil into me, a family were just walking along the path from the road, mum and dad in front and two boys, 12 and 14 (ish) followed about 10 feet behind them and a girl around Anna's age trailed another 10 feet behind the boys, as soon as mum and dad passed by us Peter's hand went directly over my bush, the first time he had actually touched my sex directly, I thought it was to keep my intimate area out of the site of the boys who were just about to walk past, I watched as Peter winked at the two boys and his thumb flashed down over my vaginal lips, the boys were both staring between my legs and could see everything as Peter's thumb parted my lips and dipped inside my body slightly. Peter winked at the girl too as she passed by, I was teetering on the edge of a climax at that point. The family stopped about thirty feet away from us, I was just beginning to gasp air into my lings at the beginning of my climax when Peter suddenly stopped rubbing, "Come into the dunes with Alan and me!" He whispered, I didn't respond externally, all I could do was scream internally "Oh no for gods sake don't leave me there, keep going!" Peter began to stand and offered me his hand, I took it in a flash, I didn't really want to go into the dunes with him and Alan but I needed to finish my orgasm so, so desperately that I followed on being pulled along by Peter.

I didn't look at Alan but I knew that he was collecting the three towels that we had been using, he also picked up his own bag, we could have walked into the dunes just a few feet from where we had been laying but Peter pulled me along the beach toward the family that had just arrived, mum and dad were fussing around making their chosen spot as comfortable and safe as possible while there children just stood watching Peter pulling me along towards them. There was a path into the dunes just a few feet from the new family and Peter pulled me up it, I looked back now, suddenly remembering my daughters, they were being led by their hand towards their towels as Peter was leading me. Beyond the crest of the sand dune there was a bowl like depression, Peter led me into it and we waited while Alan caught us up, Alan spread two towels on the floor for Peter and I to lay on while he retreated half way up the side of the dune to a point where he could see if anyone was coming. It made me feel a little safer knowing that Alan was keeping watch, Peter kissed me and then he pulled me to the ground, he positioned me on my back and then he put my legs in almost the same position as they had been on the beach a few minutes earlier. Peter took up a position lying next to me on his side, he was kissing me and he rubbed his free hand over my breasts and down over my stomach, I heard a click and tried to break my kiss with Peter to see what the noise was, Peters hand stopped it's traverse toward my vagina and rushed back to my face to hold it, to prevent me breaking the kiss and seeing what Alan was doing. When I stopped fighting his hand he began to move it back towards my lower body, I heard several clicks and realised that it was Alan taking pictures of Peter and I, then pow, I felt Peter's fingers reach my pussy, I began to climb my climactic mountain again. I was very close to the zenith and then there was another sound, not from the direction of Alan but from behind us, Peter broke the kiss and looked back, it was difficult for me to look upside down but I was trying when Peter suddenly moved, he was over me and slipping his erect cock between my thighs in a second just as the two boys came into my view, I gasped as I felt Peter enter me and I did a double gasp when I realised that two boys were standing watching us. Peter was being careful not to push me into my climax, just fucking me very slowly, slowly driving me mad with lustful passion. I noticed that Peter was beckoning the boys to come closer.

Peter beckoned to the boys to join us in the slight dip behind the sand dune; it took several minutes for the boys to decide that it was safe to come down to us, Peter was being extremely skilful in keeping me teetering on the edge of my orgasm, I was finding it difficult to breath in enough oxygen to keep myself from passing out. Peter told the boys to kneel on my left hand side, so that they were on the opposite side of my body from Alan, Peter told the boys to touch my breasts if they wanted to, he was just sliding his cock in and out of my pussy fast enough and with enough force to hold me on the brink of my climax, he seemed to be able to read my body with ease and with out concentrating. As soon as the boy's hands began to rub my breasts I went into a higher level of excitement and sexual tension, Peter stepped up his fucking of me to 'take up the slack'. Peter told the older boy to touch between my legs, he lifted his torso off of me but left his cock engaged, the boy slid his hand between us and began to rub my hairy mound, Peter took the boys hand and pushed it further down, his fingertips were now brushing against Peters cock and as Peter pushed forward he took the boys fingers into my body too, I gasped in and held my breath, I was so close to cumming that it took Peter slightly off balance, he pulled out to prevent my completion, he knew that as soon as I achieved my climax I would be running out on them. I was then taken off guard when Peter grabbed the boy and pulled him bodily into the space that he had just vacated, the boy's cock was only half the size of Peters but the absolutely immoral things that we were doing magnified the effect of the boy's organ. I was quickly climbing back toward my climax again; I could hear the constant clicking of Alan's camera. I was making love with a schoolboy and Alan was recording the whole thing on film for posterity.

The boy climaxed without finishing me off, I felt his small sample of sperm as he injected it into me. I was beginning to feel desperation at the prospect of not actually managing to get to my own release. Peter offered the younger brother the space that had just been vacated, he reached out, felt the combined liquid of his older brother and myself but then he shook his head and the two of them ran off back towards their parents. Peter took back the initative and climbed back between my thighs. This time he just pounded away into my body, I thought for a moment that he would finish himself off before I managed to climax, but I needn't have worried, he fired his seed deep into my belly but then continued to fuck me even faster than before, driving me headlong to my orgasm. "OK, thanks but I have to get my girls and, well, we need to be off, going soon, you know, it's late, but thanks for, well you know!" I stammered as I began to drag myself up onto my knees, "Oh no, what about poor Alan, he has been sitting up there patiently taking pictures of us, he needs a little fun too!" Peter said. "I don't think so!" I said indignantly. "Is your registration number 214 or 124?" Peter said, I realised that he had my car registration number and he also had photographs of me being touched and then fucked by an underage boy. I realised that I was in serious trouble; I would have to agree to let Alan have sex with me before I would be able to get away. Peter took up position on the edge of the sand dune with the camera from Alan's bag to record Alan and I doing the deed on the floor of the sand dunes. Alan was no where near the sexual expert or lover that Peter was but he still managed to bring me to a passable climax before he pulled his cock from my dripping wet pussy. I had never had two men's sperm in my body at the same time before never mind three, I was looking forward to getting back down on the beach and perhaps washing a little of the dirt and shame from my body. Peter asked me where I was going, I didn't reply, just nodded toward the beach, "But you're not finished yet!" He said nodding his head in the direction of the ferry, I followed his eye line, I noticed 4 heads just above the ridgeline of the depression we had all just fucked in, 2 of the heads were those of Peter's lacklustre friends, the other 2 were my daughters, they had brought my daughters to watch their mother have sex.

There is obviously a pecking order to sex or should that be a shagging order, Peter was the first and best, Alan was second and while no were as good as Peter he was better than my ex-husband, I watched as the lack-lustre twins guided Anna and Sarah to the point that Alan and Peter had chosen as the best place to keep look-out and take photographs from, then I was pushed, roughly, on to my back by one of the un-named and, even though he was extremely rough and tried his hardest to cause as much pain from forcing his cock into me, he slipped easily into my vagina. In the 6 minutes it took for my forth sex partner to climax himself, I hadn't actually begun the climb to my own orgasm. The fifth man to fuck me was finished before I actually felt he was inside, I thought "Thank god for premature ejaculators". As I was allowing the lack-lustre twins in me I was trying to keep an eye on my children, Anna was sitting on Alan's knee, he was gently rubbing his hands over her body, Sarah was sitting on Peters knee, I watched as Peter ran his hands all over her body too but he went further than Alan did, Peter had placed his hand between her legs and for 3 minutes he had been gently rubbing her tiny pussy and by the time I managed to stand up Peter had his finger deep inside her body, he wasn't actually masturbating her and from the pained expression on her face this was the first time Sarah had had anything that deep inside of her. I took Sarah's hand and pulled her from Peter's knee, as his finger slipped from her vagina I saw it had a generous covering of her maidenhead's blood. Peter had simply deflowered Sarah, not for her pleasure or, I assumed his, but simply to divest her of that simple protection.

I was almost running to the place where our clothes and picnic lay un-guarded, Anna's hand in one of my hands and Sarah's hand in the other, the girls were almost sand-skiing behind me as I pulled them along, Sarah was constantly looking back over her shoulder towards the 4 men who were walking along slowly from the dunes, chatting to each other. By the time we reached our things the amalgamation of my own and five men's sexual fluids had created a river leading from my pussy to my feet on each side of my inner thighs.

I picked up my panties; I was preparing to put them on without first drying myself between my legs, "Mum, what are you doing?" Sarah asked, I was a little shocked, if I had seen my mother fucked by 5 men I would have been traumatised, Sarah was totally calm, totally normal, it was as if my fuck-fest had been nothing more than a walk in the park to her, Anna was already walking off toward a flat piece of sand with her bucket and spade in her hands, she was going to build a sand castle, just an ordinary girl, on an ordinary beach, doing what kids have done for decades. "We're going home!" I said, "No way!" She replied, I asked her what she meant, "You dragged us out of bed at 6 am, made us sweat in the car-oven for hours, drove past miles of perfectly good beaches and now after less than 2 hours you want to drag us back home in the oven on wheels again", I was stuttering out a few "but - buts" but didn't manage more than that, Sarah was nodding her head toward the sand dunes, "That happened, no one got hurt, get over it, now can we get back to having our fun weekend by the sea?" I joined my daughters in the sea; it felt great, the cool water washing the sting of sex away from my body. As we girls frolicked in the sea I thought back to the first sex I had in years, although it had gone much too far, I had been subtly blackmailed into sex with 3 people who I didn't want to have sex with, I realised that I hadn't been blackmailed into sex with Peter and the young boy, my lust and inner passion had made me do them.

The 4 men were no longer on our part of the beach, Peter and Alan had left as soon as we all walked, and some of us ran, out of the dunes, the lack-lustre twins had hung around for a while and then moved further along the beach. We had our picnic and Anna had a little sleep while Sarah and I plaid a game of beach tennis. The beach got much busier in the afternoon, the morning had been mainly tourists down from the large cities for sun and sea, obviously some of us were looking for sex too, even if we hadn't known that was what we were looking for until it happened. The afternoon was crowded out with locals, we outsiders were there too but vastly outnumbered, after Anna woke from her nap, she and Sarah went back to the sea and I was left to reflect, that space between my legs, so long ignored and empty, now throbbing from almost 3 hours of hard fucking, I should have been satisfied, satisfied for the next year or two but now, sitting alone on the beach, I found myself scanning the sea of faces around me, wondering which one might follow if I wandered into the dunes, to that depression in the sand. As the best of the sun dwindled away, still bright but now, no longer hot, I noticed Peter walking back from the road, he had a photo album under his arm, he sat by my side as if we were old friends, I realised that he hadn't even asked my name, I meant that little to him, he knew Anna's name and Sarah's, but not mine. He passed me the album, I opened it to a picture of my old car, it was taken so that you could clearly see the registration plate, read the whole thing perfectly, then the next picture was the three of us girls walking toward the beach with arms loaded down with our beach things, the next was me undressing, the rest of the pages were full of 6" by 4" photos of me fucking 4 men, the final page was an A4 sized picture of me, allowing a young boy to fuck me.

Peter handed me a card, it had his address in Bournemouth printed on it, "Be there at 7 O'clock!" He said, he nodded over to Sarah and Anna, "Them too!". I was in very deep now, I had been foolish and allowed the prospect of a fuck after so long without to colour my judgement, I was use to paying for my own mistakes, but this time I had written a check out on my daughters account too. After Peter left me to stew, I decided to chat things through with Sarah and Anna, I told them what Peter was blackmailing me into taking them to his house tonight, Anna asked if Allan would be there, I didn't know, "I like Allan". She said. Sarah told me that she would like to meet Peter again; I thought that I had sold my daughter souls to the very devil and it turned out that they actually wanted to go.

Alan was waiting for us on the doorstep, he greeted Sarah and I warmly but squatted down and drew Anna into himself and kissed her hard on her lips for several minutes before leading the three of us into a large room at the rear of the house. Peter was sitting watching TV in the nude, the film he was watching was one of those made for the stag party market, Anna and Sarah ran and sat either side of Peter to watch the sexual shenanigans on film. Alan took me to one side, "Strip!" he barked at me, I took all of my clothes off, Alan started to photograph me, posing me in this way and that, I kept looking over toward the 3 on the sofa, Peter was stripping both girls off as they sat engrossed in the blue film. He was paying most attention to Sarah but he was also kissing and fondling Anna as well. Peter and Sarah began cuddling on the sofa, both in the nude now, Anna, also nude, was now standing at Alan's side, she was offering him her hand to hold, Alan put his camera down and picked Anna up so that he could kiss her. "You go and sit on the floor and watch TV, or you can watch Pete and Sarah if you prefer", Alan said to me. I glanced at the TV screen, a woman was being fucked by two men, one in each of her lower holes, I realised almost instantly that the action was actually taking part in the room we were all sitting in. Alan stripped off as he walked toward a doorway; Anna was trailing after him quite happily. I watched Peter now, preparing Sarah to accept him, I watched eyes open wide as Peter slipped his cock into her small virginal pussy. There was a pained expression on Sarah's face and Peter stopped pushing when he was about half way inside, he was talking to her in low whispered tones, he was telling her how much he loved her, how much he hated having to hurt her this first time but he would never hurt her again. I then heard Anna give a little scream from the room next to the one that Peter, Sarah and I were in. I rushed into the other room and Alan was trying to force himself into Anna's, far too small pussy, she was pinned down onto a low leather covered bench by Alan's body, I tried to push him off of her but got the back of Alan's hand across my face for my trouble. Anna said, "It's ok mummy, I want him to do it". Anna had spent most of the preceding 4 years trying to emulate her older sister but this time she, and Alan, had gone too far. I was considering my options, there was a telephone in the room, I could phone the police and, although I would face problems of my own, Ana and Sarah would be safe. There was a sharp gasp from Anna and I looked at her to see that Alan had managed to get his cock-head engaged in her vagina, Alan was far rougher, far less subtle than Peter but at least he stopped to allow Anna to recover a little from the initial pain. It took Alan a long time to get deep enough inside Anna's body to be able to fuck her without too much pain and by the time he climaxed into her Sarah was standing by my side with her arm around my waist. Sarah's body was covered in sweat, her hair all matted from her excursions with Peter and I noticed a trail of fluid running down her inner thighs. Alan climaxed very quickly once he began to fuck Anna and he rolled off of her as soon as he had finished his bodily spasming into her. I didn't want to look but my eyes were drawn to Alan's medium sized cock, slowly softening after his climax, it was covered in a rich burgundy sheath of Anna's blood. Sarah took Anna away to the bathroom so that they could both have a bath together.

Peter was standing in the doorway, "You would have enjoyed watching Sarah and I far more than Alan and Anna!" He said. I didn't answer, Alan was working on something mounted to a tripod at the other end of the bench he had just used to deflower Anna's little body. He had a large video camera in his hands; he had obviously been filming the whole act.