My Sea-Sand-and-Sex Holiday Part Two
written by:
Jillbaby

FOREWORD

This is the continuation from Part One, of one of the early, memorable milestones in my sex life; the first time I had sex with more than one man.

In Part One, Jill is at a holiday village with her boyfriend John, and has already been fucked twice by Keith, a man they have befriended. John knows about this and he has invited Keith and another man, Mark, to join Jill and him for the evening.

Jill suspects that John wants to share her with them and is prepared to see what happens. She has already decided to split from John after the holiday, because although she is excited by the idea of having sex with several men for the first time, she is disappointed that John is prepared to share her.

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MY SEA-SAND-AND-SEX HOLIDAY. PART TWO. By Jillbaby.

My boyfriend John and I continued drinking and chatting by the pool until dinner- time, with Keith and Mark, the two men we had befriended. In our tipsy, holiday mood we hadn't bothered to go back to our chalets to change leaving me still naked under the short beach dress. There didn't seem to be any need for modesty, now that the three men knew that Keith had fucked me in a toilet cubicle earlier that day. My pussy had stopped leaking, and I had wiped away the dried sperm on my thighs.

After we had enjoyed a light meal at the bistro, a disk jockey announced music for dancing on the open-air floor. It seemed that this particular dance area was meant to encourage some sexy goings-on and all the tunes were slow, smoochy numbers. The DJ kept making suggestive comments as he urged the young holidaymakers to have a good time. It was dusk, and the lighting around the floor was soft and unobtrusive.

As on the previous evening, the men took turns to dance with me, only this time there were three of them of course. Again, the drink had been flowing and I seemed to float on waves of uninhibited pleasure. I felt like a character in a film: dancing under the stars, in the sultry night air, with three men taking turns to feel me up at every dance. I love close-up dancing; swivelling my hips against a man's firm body, sliding my mound up and down his thigh, until his cock hardens against me.

The thin sundress offered my otherwise naked body very little protection from their roving hands - not that I wanted it. I had given up all thoughts of good behaviour by then. If I had been less affected by alcohol and the holiday atmosphere, I might have noted early signs of the extreme sexual desire and sluttishness, which were to take hold of me in later years.

In the dim lighting and crush of bodies, my ass and boobs were being freely stroked and during each dance, the men drew my hand onto the bulge of their erections. It seemed to have been taken for granted that I was up for it, after Keith had told the other two about our fuck in the toilet cubicle, and John was obviously turned on by it all. Other couples were very uninhibited and I noticed that they were also enjoying a good grope.

My breasts were swollen and tingling from all the caressing, and my nipples were constantly erect. At one point, when I was with Mark, I had pulled down his zip, slipped my hand in, and I was stroking his hard cock with my fingertips as we shuffled to the music. I wanted to do more but my hand had little room to move. We had drifted close to the young DJ at his music desk and our eyes met.

I suddenly realised that my dress had ridden up and that he must have a perfect view of Mark's hand on my bare ass, as well as spotting that my hand was inside Mark's flies. Anyway, his white teeth flashed as he gave me a knowing smile, a broad wink and a very Spanish hand gesture which didn't leave much to the imagination. He was very handsome, and made me think of bullfighters, and I surprised myself by returning his smile and wink.

About an hour passed, and then when I was dancing with John he managed to get his hand between our bodies, up my dress and onto my pussy. The shock of his fingers on my damp, throbbing clit, made my legs buckle for a second. That seemed to settle it for him. He led me back to the table nodded to the other two and we set off for our chalet, supposedly for a nightcap.

As we strolled back, John slipped his arm around me,

"Oh by the way, while you were dancing, the DJ sent over this card for you. You must have made an impression on him," he chuckled. It was the disk jockey's business card. I turned it over and read the scrawled note on the back, inviting me and a friend to a private party at his chalet the following evening. I felt my cheeks redden, and was glad that the dusk hid my blushes. As if I didn't have enough on my plate! John of course beamed happily at the prospect.

When we arrived at our chalet, I was still wondering if John was determined to go all the way and let the two men fuck me. He poured us drinks, settled down in the sole armchair and Mark and Keith sat on each side of me on the bed. We were all very merry, and chatted and laughed for a while. Then they began caressing me, just jokingly at first. I half-heartedly resisted and wriggled around while they stroked my arms and legs, pretending to tickle me, but brushing my breasts with their hands. I could see their erections bulging through their trousers, and I had to keep pushing my short dress down, drawing it even tighter against my breasts, and Mark commented admiringly on my nipples which were trying to bore through the thin cotton.

The atmosphere was crackling with sexual tension and it seemed as if John was willing them to continue. How far would he let them go? Did he actually want to see them fucking me? Even then, I didn't think he would let the two of them screw me, although, of course, my horniness was revving up by the second. I still hadn't bathed and I was sure that they could smell my aroused pussy juices, as they mingled with my perfume and the fresh sea air.

For my part, I had made my decision. I was extremely horny, and I was determined to go with the flow. I had fantasised for years about doing it with more than one man, and here was the perfect opportunity to try it. If John wanted to see these two fucking me, then I was going to enjoy it. I suddenly realised that to be fucked by these two studs while he watched, would be an added excitement for me, as well as for him.

Although the two men were breathing heavily and obviously excited, they were taking their time. When I saw John stroking his cock through his shorts, it became clear that Keith and Mark had been given the go-ahead to put on a show for him, but they seemed to be nervous about going too far.

Suddenly John intervened. During dinner, the men had been talking about kissing, and bragging about how good they were. He reminded them of that, and went on to suggest that I be the judge as to who was the best kisser. The idea immediately appealed to me, but I affected an embarrassed, girlish giggle as I agreed.

The winner would receive the equivalent of £10 in Spanish pesetas from each of the others. As well as that, I had to guess the name of each kisser, and it would continue until I got all three right. That sounded to me like a good excuse to prolong the game, but in my horny state, it didn't bother me. He went on to suggest that to avoid any bias on my part, I would be blindfolded.

I gave John a silk scarf that I had been using to tie back my hair, and he swiftly bound it around my eyes. I had just settled back expectantly on the bed, when he announced that he would also tie my hands so that I wouldn't cheat by touching the contestant's clothes or hair.

Before I could express any doubts, he had bound my wrists together with some soft material and fastened them to the headboard, so that I was stretched out with my arms above my head. I managed to push my short skirt down as far it could go, before my hands were tied and I was very aware of my nakedness under it. John and I had often used light bondage in role-play, but this was very different. My arousal was mixed with a little concern, but I was happy for the game to continue.

They had agreed to a rule that a kiss could last for two minutes, and would be timed. I was pretty sure that I would be able to identify John; he had a particular technique of stiffening his tongue and rolling it round mine, so I decided that the diplomatic thing was to select him as the best.

The kissing started. The bed creaked and the first warm mouth covered mine. I knew that the first one wasn't John, but he was very good, perhaps it was Keith. As our mouths writhed, he put a hand on my upper thigh for support, and I suddenly realised that John hadn't stipulated any rules about touching. When his watch alarm rang the kiss had seemed to last for only a few seconds.

The next one settled beside me. Warm fingers brushed away the hair from my face, and I trembled as firm lips nuzzled my throat. That was a bit of a clever move I thought admiringly, as they traced their way up my face. The tip of a tongue traced the lines of my lips as my mouth hung open expectantly, and his warm breath on my skin was tantalising. I caught a pleasant tang of garlic, and suddenly remembered that only Mark and I had garlic with our steak at dinner. Ahh, John hadn't thought of that one! Now I knew who was who.

I pushed out my tongue to meet his, as my clit vibrated with excitement. The very tip met his and they circled each other sensuously. His tongue withdrew and moist lips closed around my lower lip, and sucked it gently - this guy was good. Then a hand landed gently on one of my breasts. The shock on the aroused nipple made me jump, and I groaned into his mouth before drawing my face away to complain, half-jokingly,

"Hey, I thought that it was just . . ." But his mouth stifled my protest and that clever tongue slid over mine again, reducing me to submissive silence. It looked as if the real action was about to start.

I had moved my legs in response to the pleasure from my nipple, and my skirt felt as if it had slid nearly to my pussy. I was sure that I could feel the warm night air on my wet pussy lips and wondered if it was in full view. Although very aroused, my sense of modesty kept nagging me, and I pressed my thighs together protectively. I was very aware of how vulnerable I was with my hands bound above my head and my body naked, apart from my stilettos, beneath the skimpy dress.

No one commented on my uncompleted protest in the brief interval between the end of Mark's kiss and the contact of the third mouth. I immediately knew that it was John's, and I wasn't surprised when he too, stroked my breast and played with the nipple. He was clearly very excited and didn't even attempt to disguise his usual tongue action, as he reamed every inch of my willing mouth, during his brief two minutes.

His voice was unsteady, when he asked me for my decision on the kissing. For a moment, I was tempted to get it wrong and prolong the game which was turning me on very nicely indeed, and my pussy was really creaming. Nevertheless, sticking to my decision to flatter John, I lied and declared him the best. I was also correct of course, with the order of the first two: Keith, and then Mark.

"See, she's not just a pretty face," John crowed as he accepted the money, amid jocular mutters about it having been a fix. I interrupted them.

"Okay, how about untying me now?" I asked. There was silence for a moment. Then John spoke in a husky voice.

"Well, Jill why don't we move the game up a notch? Since you are so clever, maybe you can tell which of us is feeling you up." There was silence as we all digested his words. Bear in mind that we had been drinking all day, and that we were floating on clouds of alcohol and lust. John was still keeping me in doubt. Was he just going in for some very horny petting as had been happening on the dance floor, or was he definitely planning for the three of them to fuck me. I was pretty sure however that it wouldn't stop with just some groping.

He had been running his hand along my thigh as he spoke and my mind wrestled with the demands of my churning pussy and taut clit as I struggled to make a decision. I could end it now or I could venture into the unknown territory which I was desperate to explore. Fuck it, I thought. Let's find out what it's like. I was breathing very heavily as I muttered, "Okay."

With one smooth movement, hands - belonging to John, I presumed, pushed my sundress right up until the thin material was bunched around my neck and my naked body was at their mercy. I knew that I was about to receive a good triple fucking. One of my fantasies was about to come true and I was experiencing a confused mix of emotions; excitement, fear and guilt. The guilt of knowing that deep down, the emerging slut in me wanted to be used; to be fucked by these three men until the hunger in my greedy body was satisfied.

John muttered something to the other two, as he leaned over me and started fondling and sucking my already very aroused breasts, apparently having given up the pretence that it was a guessing game. I could tell that at the same time, he was wriggling out of his trousers and I heard the rustle of clothes as Keith and Mark were no doubt stripping.

In seconds, two warm naked bodies settled on each side of me. It was an amazing feeling to have two hard, throbbing dicks pressing against my legs and I suddenly wanted to touch them,

"Come on John, please untie my hands," I requested again.

"Okay, Jill," John agreed. "But keep your blindfold on. You know that you like that. I nodded, and fingers fumbled at my bonds. As my arms swung free, I gratefully stretched them to ease my cramped muscles.

Two pairs of hands started their caresses, stroking my thighs, spreading my legs, and touching the wet lips of my pussy, which was tingling with arousal. Totally scrapping any pretext of modesty, I reached out and felt for their stiff cocks. They moved their bodies to accommodate me and for the first time in my life I was holding two, big, hard cocks in my trembling fingers. It was a strange, but exciting experience, and I gently ran my fingers up and down the hot, silky shafts, glorying in stretching the yielding skin from the bulging glans. Both were sticky with pre-cum and I lovingly smeared it into the spongy tissue with my fingertips.

The bed creaked, a third man moved between my feet and another pair of hands started stroking me. Every inch of my flesh was alive with sensations, and my brain struggled to focus on the different areas being stimulated; the soles of my feet; the insides of my thighs; my stomach; my breasts; the tips of my nipples. Amazingly, my pussy was not being touched, and I realised that John was organising it to tantalise and arouse me to a peak. He sometimes did that with our lovemaking and he knew how wild and uncontrolled I could become when frustrated. As always, the blindfold was intensifying each tingle and twitch and my nervous system was approaching overload.

Fingers stroked, pulled and teased; lips left wet trails over my breasts and down my stomach. I gasped as a mouth closed over my toes and began to suck on them. The men at my sides took turns to deep kiss me, and despite my excitement, my brain still functioned sufficiently for me to note from the absence of garlic on their breath that Mark must be the one sucking my toes. No sooner had I registered that, than his mouth moved from my toes and a warm wet tongue started a slow progress up one of my legs. I shuddered with anticipation.

After pausing occasionally to nibble at my flesh, Mark's tongue glided up the inside of my thigh and paused, only to move down again. I twisted and wriggled, thrusting up my hips in wanton abandonment. I don't usually initiate dirty talk, but I heard myself muttering,

"Lick my pussy, please. Oh, please lick my clit."

His mouth was dominating the sensations I was received from the other two, and he continued to tease me until I was near breaking point and I was automatically pumping the cocks I held in a tight, desperate grip. After tasting the soft flesh of my inner thighs for what seemed like an eternity, I felt his warm breath on my dripping pussy. His untiring tongue made little circles around my clit, the tip getting closer, closer, just a breath away, until he finally parted my flushed, swollen folds with his tongue. I moaned and pushed my cunt at his face with uncontrolled lust - and his tongue slid in deeper.

As he opened me, I felt my moistness escape, flooding his tongue, letting him taste me. I could hear the slurping and sucking sounds while his tongue slithered and spiralled inside me in a slow, lazy movement. It was teasing and tormenting me, when I was longing for a big hard dick. My jerky hip movements seemed to dislodge his tongue, and I groaned with frustration; and then like an electric spark, it flicked the pulsating nubbin of my clit. My muscles went into spasm, I arched my back like a cat, and my first orgasm of the evening exploded in my head like shootings stars.

My screams had barely subsided and my heart was still fluttering, when I felt the unmistakable touch of a hard cock probing at my wet pussy. Slowly and steadily, my lips were parted by the silky knob - then a hot, stalk of rubbery flesh slid deep inside me. My body jerked as I was impaled and filled totally - the roof of my cunt stretching to accommodate him. I heard Keith murmur,

"Give her one Mark, she fucking loves it." I wondered if Mark would be as good with his cock as he was with his mouth as his shaft squeezed juices from my pussy, and they trickled down the inside of my thigh.

He began to move; calmly, smoothly, fucking me with long, steady strokes. Despite my very recent orgasm, I was still on a high plateau of desire and I sighed contentedly, wrapping my legs around Mark's narrow waist. Meanwhile, someone was kissing me and moving his hands across my breasts, sucking and gently pinching the nipples as they rose to attention. I groaned as I lost myself in the sensations. Hands turned my head and I felt the sticky head of a cock brush my lips. Instinctively I reached out and took it into my mouth and its length and thickness swelled rapidly as I ran my tongue up and down the veined shaft.

I did my best to suck it, but all the attention being given to my cunt and breasts made it almost impossible for me to concentrate, and I was breathing so heavily that I had to keep opening my mouth to gulp in air. Mark was good and kept up the steady, uninterrupted rhythm which is so important for arousing a woman, as opposed to the wild, irregular lunges which some young men favour. Just as I was rising to a new peak, he speeded up and with a series of jerks, filled me with his warm semen.

The cock in my mouth was withdrawn, and the mattress swayed as Mark drew out and somebody else moved over me. Then to my surprise, hands pulled me to my knees and I felt someone slide between my legs so that I was straddling him. He put an arm around my waist, to hold me steady, and then with the other, he delicately stroked between my cunt lips, folding them open. His thumb flicked my clit, and the shock made my grunt.

Just as I expected his fingers to enter me, he pulled me down slowly over his thighs. I lowered my hips towards his lap and felt a probing between my legs. I sank further down, he pulled me slightly forward, and with a quiver that ran through my aroused body, a large firm cock pushed into my pussy. Even though my cunt was awash with Mark's spunk, he had to push steadily until he was fully into me, pressing against my cervix. As my thighs gave way totally, my buttocks came to rest on his legs, and his erection pressed demandingly against the top of my cunt.

I wasn't sure who it was, but when I put my hands on his chest for support, I recognised the hairless, toned chest of Keith, from our fuck in the toilet earlier that day. John had some chest hair and he wasn't as well muscled. Well, well, I mused. This would be the third time in less than twenty-four hours that this stud had fucked me. To be accurate, I was fucking him this time.

Leaning forward to steady myself on my arms, I squirmed down, and began to ride him hard and fast. I was soon gasping for air and my head thrashed from side to side as I greedily pumped my cunt on the big cock. His hands instinctively came up to grab my breasts, but I managed to guide his right hand to my needy clit. I was panting heavily and sweat trickled down my face and dripped onto my breasts. The bed creaked under my onslaught as I strained for another orgasm.

Suddenly I was aware of someone moving behind me and hands pushed my thighs wider where I straddled Keith, who helped by opening his own legs further against me, until my knees were wide apart and I was sprawled forward onto his chest. I knew what was happening when the newcomer shuffled forward between Keith's legs to approach my raised ass. At that time, I had never experienced anal sex, although John had suggested it a few times.

I reached back and put my hand over my ass.

"Not in there," I warned firmly. John's voice whispered in my ear persuasively, as he leaned over me,

"Come on Jill, don't be a prude, you'll love it."

"Oh will I? It's not your asshole that's getting a big dick up it, is it?" I managed to retort, although my words were choked, because Keith was playing with a nipple and my hot clit, while his hardon throbbed inside me. My head was swimming.

"Come on, babe," John pleaded. "I'm putting plenty of sun oil on my cock and your little ass-hole for lube."

As he spoke, slippery fingers pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and probed gently at my opening. I was awash with sensations and suddenly felt powerless. Part of me wanted to resist, and if I hadn't had Keith working on me, I probably would have. I winced when one of John's fingers slipped past my anal ring for about an inch and stopped. Keith raised me slightly by the hips and I felt his cock move against the invading finger through the dividing membrane. The sensation was of course totally new but very exciting as new and different nerve ends were triggered.

Taking my silence for agreement, John pushed another finger into my slowly yielding ring, making me gasp from the discomfort. I drew deep, hissing breaths through my nostrils in an attempt to calm my nerves, and shivered at how thick the air was with the musk of my arousal and sweat, almost drowning the sweet smell of the sun oil. Conflicting emotions churned around in my mind. I felt frightened, but also more sexually aroused than probably I had ever been until that time.

After gently using the two fingers to dilate me, he withdrew them and I felt the tip of his cock poised at my ass. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed into me and I tried to breathe deeply. I felt a painful stretching, and then the head plopped past my sphincter. After that, it didn't hurt as much as I had expected, probably because I was relaxed and very aroused. When he was halfway in he stopped, but some strange reaction made me push back at him until I was completely filled by two cocks. It felt as if one single, huge dildo was impaling my core, strange, but very exciting.

We were still for an instant and Keith started first. Bracing his feet on the floor, he eased his cock half-way free of my clinging walls. Feeling the movement, John also eased back, and then both started a synchronised fucking action as I lay motionless on Keith's chest, supporting some of my weight with my knees and forearms. Just before the pleasure started sweeping over me, I had time to realise that I had crossed another boundary in my young sex life - what a slut!

I heard myself making little mewling sounds as their cocks fucked me hard. I slipped my hand down between our two sweat covered bellies, to reach my demanding clit and stroked it vigorously, as sharp sparks of pleasure coursed through my body. Then I surprised myself by straining to hump back on the cock that was fucking my ass while the room filled with our animal-sounding grunts and moans. More sweat had broken out on my brow and the salty liquid stung my eyes as it dripped down under the blindfold. Impulsively, I reached up with one hand and pulled it off, and John was too busy fucking my ass to make any comment.

Our three bodies, linked as one, writhed, slithered and pumped. I could feel my juices and Mark's cum being squeezed out of me to flow down Keith's cock. I found it impossible to lie still and kept trying to swing my hips to meet each of their thrusts, so that as I sheathed one cock, the other was partly drawn out. I am always very noisy when fucking, but I was sounding like a beast in heat.

I wasn't the only one who was highly excited and gradually the two cocks increased their pace. Each strained to bury itself in me as John and Keith grunted and thrust as if competing to see who could penetrate me more fully. In the balmy air, our sweat intermingled as we exchanged fluids and my ears echoed to the slap of skin against skin.

My orgasm came as a sudden shock. John had just kissed my neck, whispering how good my tight ass felt. I was at such a high peak that it was enough to push me over the edge; I came explosively. The contractions in both holes seemed to go on forever and so did my orgasm. At that time, it was the longest, rolling, full-bodied cum of my life.

The sensations from the two hard bodies moving against my softer one were too much to take any longer, and my orgasmic shrieks changed to whimpering pleas for them to stop. However, both men were too far-gone to heed me, as the spasms of my clenching holes and my erotic screams had sent them over the top. They continued to pound me mercilessly.

John erupted first, and I was amazed at how his spunk felt so much warmer in my cool rectum than in my hot pussy. Keith had the harder task of pumping up from beneath me, and when John slipped his cock out from my tingling ass, Keith paused. Then he surprised me by rolling me over onto my back without withdrawing. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and proceeded to fuck me vigorously, revelling in the better position. He came within a few minutes, smiled down at me, and kissed my lips before wearily rolling off.

I was left alone for a moment relieved to be free of the strain on my back and legs, and basking in the afterglow of my powerful orgasm. The room was strangely silent after all the sounds we had been making and I could hear the chirping of the crickets through the open window. Mark was sprawled in the armchair, gently stroking his cock which was semi-hard again after viewing our action on the bed.

The other two sat on the edge of the bed, recovering from their exertions. No one spoke and the atmosphere felt strained, with our lust temporarily sated. Eventually, John broke the spell by getting to his feet and pouring us some fresh drinks.

I was of course leaking cum from both holes, especially from my ass, as my fingers told me that I was still gaping down there. So I quickly gulped down a large glass of vodka and tonic, and excused myself to go to the bathroom, where I gave myself a bit of a wipe down. I wrapped a bath towel around me in a token show of modesty and when I returned, the men were still naked and chatting happily.

John was looking very pleased with himself and called me over to where he was sitting in the armchair. When I reached him, he grabbed the towel and pulled it away, leaving me naked again except for my stilettos.

"You don't need that Jill," he laughed. "The night is still young and we have only cum once to your two, so you owe us one. Not that you won't be getting a few more, eh, lads?" He added, grinning at the other two, who seemed slightly embarrassed at the way he was treating me.

I looked at John and suddenly felt irritated by him acting as if he owned me. The vodka was warming my stomach and I suddenly felt an urge to assert myself instead of taking John's instructions. I looked across at Keith and Mark where they sat side by side on the bed. I slowly wet my lips with my tongue, smiled at them, and surprised myself by saying,

"Anyone fancy a blowjob?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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