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

MY SEA -SAND-AND-SEX HOLIDAY. PART THREE.

By Jillbaby

FOREWORD

It is almost midnight. Jill is 19 and in her holiday chalet with her boyfriend John and two fellow-holidaymakers they have befriended, Keith and Mark. She has just been fucked by all three, and had her first-ever double penetration. Although she actually enjoyed it, she feels annoyed at John because he set up the gangbang, and she feels that he has used her for his fantasy. She has decided that she doesn't love him, and that she will end the relationship after the holidays.

Jill has just had a shower after the sex, and when she returns to the bedroom, John pulls away her towel, so that she is naked except for her stilettos.

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Left standing naked and vulnerable by John's removal of my towel, I felt a surge of annoyance at his domineering attitude and I decided to try to take control. I smiled temptingly at Mark and Keith where they sat naked on the edge of the bed,

"Does anyone fancy a blowjob?" I enquired. There was a stunned silence, since I had hardly spoken during the earlier fucking. From the corner of my eye, I could see that John appeared startled by my boldness, but the other two men, looked distinctly eager. I sashayed across to them on my spike heels, letting my breasts and hips swing freely.

John forced a chuckle, no doubt trying to regain some authority.

"Go on babe, suck these two big cocks? Enjoy yourself," he called. When I reached the bed, I knelt down between the men and looked down at their cocks. Mark's was semi-hard because he had a rest while the other two gave me a DP and watching us must have excited him. Since only a few minutes had passed since Keith had fucked my pussy, his was still limp.

I was still irritated at John - probably unfairly - because of the way that he was treating me like a sex-toy, but that's women for you. I called to him in a sarcastic tone,

"What about you John? Don't you want some?" He frowned.

"In a minute," he muttered, as if I was spoiling his fun as the voyeur he was turning out to be.

I was pleased that I had decided to break up after the holidays. I knew that I was being unreasonable and maybe illogical. For, although I had enjoyed fucking the two strangers, I felt that I needed a boyfriend who wanted me just for himself. I wasn't to know that, in later years, it would turn out that I wanted it both ways - a partner as well as freedom to enjoy my slutty, sexual greed.

I brushed back my hair and taking a cock in each hand, I alternated between them, sucking and licking gently. As my saliva trickled down the shafts, I massaged it gently into the silky skin. While they gazed down, I occasionally smiled up at them as I ran my crimson nails lightly up and down leaving pale furrows in the dark skin of their hardening cocks.

As always, giving head excited me and my clit was firm again. It was Mark's turn for the next fuck, so I decided to see if I could get Keith to cum again. Releasing Mark's cock, I whispered to him,

"Your turn next," as I turned to Keith. I moved slightly in my kneeling position and spreading Keith's legs apart, slid between them, marvelling at my boldness. I was still relatively inexperienced at blowjobs, and I couldn't deepthroat at that time. I had watched quite a few porn videos, however, and had been practising the porn stars' techniques on John.

I started by brushed my long auburn hair against his bare legs, using it to caress his skin with sweeping movements while blowing on his hardening cock. Then I wet my lips and drew them along his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls. When I reached them, I very gently sucked his tightening sac into my mouth and heard him moan softly. As I sucked, I ran my nails over his firm stomach, above my head, knowing that he would be watching the tracks they left.

I could feel Keith's cock stiffen against my nose as I inhaled his musky male scent and when I released his balls from my mouth, I had to pause to remove a couple of pubic hairs from my lips. I leaned back to admire the results of my teasing, and saw his prick swaying nicely, back to full vigour again, although I hadn't laid a finger on it yet. This young guy was really fit.

With the tip of my tongue, I slowly licked his veined shaft. Starting at the base, I worked my way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, and then tightened my lips around the spongy head. Using my hands at last, I encircled the thick base with my finger and thumb, and pulled down the hot wet silk of his skin until the foreskin was fully stretched. My tightly pursed lips then slid up and down over the straining head, in rapid movements giving it a real lip massage. Each time my lips gripped around the groove my tongue lashed the head and I tasted his leaking, sweet arousal fluids.

It seemed to be working, because his breathing had become laboured and the erection was harder than ever. When he started raising his thighs demandingly, I gripped him firmly with my long, slender fingers and started to jack him off while sucking vigorously. While my head bobbed up and down, my free hand fondled his tight balls which were still damp with my saliva. It didn't take long before I felt telltale signs that he was getting close. Without stopping my hand action, I removed my mouth and looked up at him, noticing that his eyes were closed.

"Please cum in my mouth, Keith. I want to taste you," I whispered, knowing that this would help to take him over the edge. I gave a few more vigorous wanks and then took as much of the rubbery flesh into my mouth as I could and rubbed the head against the inside of my cheek.

My efforts were rewarded immediately and he bucked his hips at my mouth, as I felt his sac tighten even more. Then his cock quivered, and I felt the globs of cum spurting over the back of my tongue. I swallowed rapidly to let each load slip down my throat. Keith's glistening cock was still erect when I eased it from my mouth and I carefully licked off the remaining drops of cum as they oozed out.

I had never found any problem with swallowing after my first, unsure experience in the back of a car. In fact, there is very little taste sensation when a cock floods the back of your mouth; just warmth and an awareness of the fluid mingling with your saliva. For me it is a very sensual and intimate act, and men love it of course.

My back was stiff, and I stood up to stretch, noting how Mark was lovingly stroking his hardon. It was his turn again and he stretched out a hand to me. I was fully aroused again and still in my control mode. So, on an impulse I climbed onto the bed, pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I reached down to guide his erection to my pussy which I noticed was leaking cum again, despite my shower, and I gasped as his hard dick prodded against me, spreading my lips as it pushed up into me for the second time that evening.

"Fuck . . .yeah!" He groaned, and bucked his hips up at me. I dropped down onto his chest and moved even faster, pumping his big cock with my tight cunt. My breath was whistling through my clenched teeth and my belly made a soft slapping noise against his as I leaned forward. Mark continued to show what a good lover he was by stroking my clit and a breast as I rode him savagely. In return, I clenched my pussy tightly around his cock and swivelled my hips as I descended on him.

Our wild fuck seemed to go on and on, since it was Mark's second go in a short space of time. The blood was roaring in my ears and my entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, as I rose and fell on his hard shaft. An orgasm was looming tormentingly in the distance, driving me into a greedy frenzy, making it difficult for Mark to stroke my clit. It seemed that with my new, sex-mad persona, the more often I came, the more I wanted it.

"Come on you bastard," I snarled, totally out of my head. "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me . . . ohhh, rub my clit." Then at last, I felt his cock swelling and throbbing as he erupted, spurting into me.

I still hadn't cum when Mark had finished shooting his load into me. When I felt his cock subside, I groaned, rolled off him, and lay on my back breathing deeply in frustration. My eyes were unfocused, and sweat trickled down my breasts and belly in the warm night air. As I lay there, John suddenly stirred at last and rushed across to the bed. I almost giggled, realising that I had nearly forgotten about him while servicing the other two.

He kissed my perspiring breasts and then slowly began to run his tongue down my stomach. Without even thinking about it, and feeling fresh cum trickle free, I drew up my legs and parted my thighs invitingly, so that he could reach the place where I really wanted to feel his tongue. I remembered how he hadn't minded tasting Keith's jism last night.

"That's it sweetheart. Go on, please suck me off, you know what to do" I pleaded. To my delight, he obliged me. His tongue was warm and firm as it began to lap at the damp, sensitive spot where my thigh meets my groin. With his head between my legs, his hair softly brushed the insides of my thighs as his tongue worked busily.

At first, he moved slowly around my pussy, licking just the outside of the engorged lips. He went back and forth over them as if he was licking them clean as he tongued me like a cat. Then at last, his tongue's flat, rough surface pressed at the base and moved upwards, opening my lips like the petals of a flower. When he reached my firm, pulsating clit I arched my back with shock and let out a sob of delight.

I knew that John was good at giving head, but his readiness to lick another man's cum, interested me. He warmed to his task, sucking on my lips and clit, and then, as if ready for the main course, he sank his pointed tongue deep into my gaping, flooded cunt. I could hear slurping sounds, as he thrust his tongue deep inside me as far as he could go. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I had time to wonder if John's enjoyment of other men's spunk was linked to his fetish for sharing me.

Despite the stimulation, I had doubted if I could manage another orgasm so quickly, but my legs started to tremble uncontrollably and I felt lightheaded. The room was rich with the thick musk of sex and it filled my nostrils as I sucked in air to relieve my pounding heart. I seemed to have been on a sexual roller coaster all day; climbing to heights of excitement and lust, and sliding down with orgasmic release; only to have my arousal built up again by the three men.

Keith knelt beside me and went to work on my swollen breasts, stroking and sucking. My climax was bubbling up and perversely, I now wanted the sensations to last forever. I tried to relax and slow it down but it was no use. John's lips sucked hard on my clit, to combine with the sparks of pleasure from my nipples, and quivering and writhing, I screamed in ecstasy as my third orgasm of the evening convulsed me.

I knew in my heart, there and then, that having had a taste of it, I would always be looking for group sex.

When my screams faded away, John sat up and instructed me to get onto my hands and knees. I felt the tip of his cock moving over my lips and with one smooth thrust, he was inside my sopping cunt. He must have been very excited for he felt bigger than usual. I could feel my pussy clenching around him as he began to thrust into me slowly and firmly.

Despite my orgasm, I seemed to have become insatiable and I was still on a sexual high. Each thrust generated a wave of intense pleasure. I was discovering new heights of my sexual appetite, and I panted and gasped like a bitch on heat. John was good in the doggy position and the power of his thrusts was making me dizzy. To my surprise, I heard myself begging him for more, as his hands reached forward to caress my breasts,

"Oh my God . . . John . . . faster, faster . . . that's it . . . just like that . . .oohhh fuck."

John was still pumping me and my clit was being touched, when I must have passed out for a few moments from the combination of nervous exhaustion and the sexual pleasure I was receiving. The next thing I can remember is lying spread-eagled on my back gazing at the ceiling, while the three men looked down at me. I lay, legs akimbo like a cheap whore, my cunt gaping and leaking fresh spunk.

"That is some woman you have there," Keith said admiringly as I sprawled, satiated and exhausted.

Certainly, I did know that the evening had been an important one for me. My whole body glowed with fulfilment and satisfaction and my normally ever-present sexual itch was gone. Importantly, I didn't feel guilty, and I seemed to have taken a significant step in my life as far as sex and morals were concerned. With the confidence of youth, and a free spirit, I looked forward to a life of sexual exploration.

Keith and Mark were both due to travel home on the next day, so they said goodbye and left after giving me a fond kiss. Dawn was breaking, and bathed my cum-encrusted body in a golden glow as I sprawled on the sweat-sodden, wrinkled sheet.

"That was really fucking hot," John sighed contentedly after they had gone. "You seemed to have a great time. I never realised that you could cum so often, and so quickly."

"Neither did I, believe me . . . neither did I," I muttered thoughtfully. "Maybe we shouldn't do that scene again, though," I suggested, wanting to see his reaction.

John frowned, but then smiled knowingly.

"Well, we'll see," he muttered as I headed for the shower, "We have a few days left to enjoy ourselves." Then he called after me, "Oh, by the way, don't forget that we are invited to the DJ's private party tomorrow." John chuckled, seemingly pleased that I had impressed a minor local celebrity. I felt my cheeks redden; but my stomach fluttered as well. John didn't know that the DJ had seen me with my hand in Keith's flies while dancing earlier, and that he had given me a knowing, personal smile.

I woke up the next morning to the sensation of soft lips pressing against my labia and a tongue swirling over my clit. Propping myself up on my elbows, I saw that the sheet had been pulled down and John's head was between my legs, his face buried in my pussy. I realised that we had slept into mid-morning and the air was warm.

For the first time in my life, my pussy was tender and aching, and my clit wasn't responding. I leaned forward and gently moved John's head away. He looked up in surprise and I chuckled,

"Steady there cowboy; how about giving me a break? I'm not a fucking machine you know. Let's save it for later." As I got out of bed, I realised that my ass was sore as well, after my first anal fuck and I began to wonder if the party that evening was a good idea.

The rest of the morning followed our usual routine - breakfast and recuperative orange juice and sparkling wine by the pool and some gentle swimming. As usual, my very brief white bikini drew plenty of glances, although I was far from being the only young woman who was scantily dressed. It seemed very peaceful after the departure of Keith and Mark. After lunch, I stretched out on a recliner by the pool and immersed myself in a sexy paperback, with one of the ridiculously large jugs of sangria at my elbow, while John wandered off somewhere, no doubt to eye up the hot chicks.

I was surprised at what an alcoholic kick the Spaniards achieve from their sangria mix, and I soon felt pleasantly tipsy. The silly story was about a gorgeous unmarried female office worker who was having a kinky relationship. Every few days she would send an email to her lover, inviting him to come round to her flat where she would be waiting naked and blindfolded for him with the door unlocked.

One day, when she is disturbed at work, someone sees one of her unsent messages. Word gets around the men; they send a message to her lover cancelling the meeting and of course, four of them go to her flat at the appointed time. The door is unlocked, and she is indeed naked and blindfolded. Part of her fantasy was that no words should be spoken. One of them pretends to be her lover, ties her hands and then they fuck her senseless. They try to make her think that it is just her boyfriend stopping and starting.

As, I said, silly - but the sex was well described and my clit came back to life and my pussy suddenly felt fine again as the moisture flowed. I couldn't resist pretending to adjust my damp bikini bottom, as cover for a quick stroke of my clit through the thin material. Then the sun and drink got to me and I dozed off. I was dreaming that I was the woman in the story, enjoying a good fucking, when I was awakened by a gentle touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see one of the young, handsome bartenders gazing down at me. He looked to be around my own age. His limpid, brown eyes crinkled in a smile,

"Would madam like some more ice in her sangria?"

Startled, I nodded, adjusted my sunglasses, and sat up. Glancing down, I was horrified to see that the flimsy piece of material that formed my bikini bottom had dried in the heat of the sun and moulded itself to my pussy lips. They were swollen by the effects of my erotic dream and were as clearly outlined as if I had been naked. No wonder that I was getting special waiter attention!

I hastily covered my crotch with my paperback. He seemed to be taking forever to add the ice cubes to my jug, so, feeling the need to say something, I glanced at the nametag on his tunic.

"Thanks Jose. Do you know anything about the parties held by the DJ who was here last night?" He shook out the final ice cube, straightened his tall, slender body, and looked at me with interest.

"Oh yes, Luca's parties are very good, very hot, very good fun," he informed me in a lovely liquid Spanish accent accompanied by a confidential wink. "He has one every week and invites beautiful visitor ladies who have caught his eye, and some of the male staff. I am going tonight," he added proudly.

I felt my cheeks redden. To my further embarrassment, my nipples rose and poked boldly through the scrap of cotton covering them. Sensing my reaction, Jose looked at me closely,

"May I enquire if you are invited?" He asked with a knowing grin. My blush deepened.

"Yes I am," I managed to murmur. Jose smiled broadly, his white teeth gleaming against his tan. He made a mock-courteous bow,

"Perhaps I will see you later then." He turned and walked back to the bar and I found my eyes admiring the lines of his cute butt in the tight black trousers.

After a few gulps of my drink, I went back to my book. As I read, the woman cums several times, and is having a great time, but she has realised that there is more than one man fucking her. However, she assumes that one of them is her boyfriend as they had often talked about sharing her. Gosh, I thought - talk about coincidences. I began to wonder how much wife sharing went on in the real world. Soon she is getting the full treatment - both breasts being sucked, and a cock in her mouth while she is fucked.

My clit was pressing uncomfortably against the tight bikini, and I looked around for John, but there was no sign of him. Typical - just when I fancied a fuck I thought. There wasn't much to take his attention apart from the numerous semi-nude young women wandering around, and I suspected that he might be chatting-up one of them somewhere. Just then, Jose approached. He was wearing a white, sleeveless T-shirt instead of his barman's tunic, contrasting nicely with his olive skin.

"Hi," he said cheerfully, "Have you lost your friend?" I was rather irritated that he seemed to have read my mind,

"Have you lost your barman's outfit?" I retorted. He gave me one of his brilliant, heart-stopping smiles,

"I've finished work for the day. Look, you were asking me about Luca's parties. I have some photos of previous ones which you might want to borrow and show your friend. My chalet is just around the corner if you would like to come for them now."

I didn't have much doubt about what the handsome, charming young Spaniard was after, and I knew that I should make a polite refusal. My body had other ideas, however. My stomach fluttered, and my nipples rose with excitement. Without really thinking about it, I put my book in my bag and accepted Jose's helping hand as I rose stiffly from the lounger.

As I eased my bikini bottom away from my wet pussy, and emptied my glass, I tried to justify my action to myself by thinking that maybe the photos would give me some idea of what to expect at the party, but I knew that was a feeble excuse.

I was like a bitch on heat, and all my morals seemed to have vanished into the fragrant Spanish air over the past couple of days. I began to understand all those holiday romances you hear about. As he had said, Jose's chalet was only a short distance away, convenient for his work. He opened the door for me and ushered me in with a flourish. It was a similar layout to ours, and a tremor ran down my spine as I saw how the bed dominated the small room.

True to his word, he produced some photos from a drawer and spread them on the small dressing table. He stood close as I leaned forward to look at them and I was very aware of the arousing tang of his male sweat, not quite drowned by fresh cologne. The photos contained typical party scenes of people having a good time, except that some of the women were topless and there was a good amount of kissing going on between couples.

Jose bent forward to point at a particularly passionate embrace, and then without warning, he had brushed back my hair and his warm lips were kissing the sensitive nape of my neck. My legs went weak and I leaned forward on the dresser for support. I felt his fingers slide under the strap of my top and I automatically stood straight and raised my arms as he drew it up them and dropped it on the floor.

He quickly pulled down the other half of my bikini and I stepped out of it. Still facing away from him, I watched in the mirror as if hypnotised as Jose quickly stripped off his top to reveal a lean, lightly muscled chest. He disappeared from view as he bent to remove his trousers and then he gently turned me around to face him.

Instinctively I glanced down to see a very erect brown cock swaying against a flat belly. He stepped forward and I opened my mouth to his lips and tongue, thrilling to the sensation of his hot cock pressing against my stomach.

As we kissed, he backed me to the table, bent his knees, and feasted on my breasts, alternating from one hard nipple to the other. I gasped with pleasure and excitement as I let myself be taken by this confident young man, and parted my legs as he ran a hand to my soaking wet pussy.

"I think you want this as much as I do," he murmured, slipping two fingers inside me. "I have been admiring you for the past couple of days."

I had lost the ability to think rationally let alone reply. It was breathtakingly exciting and forbidden to be fucked by a stranger in the middle of the afternoon, while my boyfriend might be looking for me. My body was doing the thinking for me, and all it was interested in was getting some of Jose's young hard cock.

I ran a hand down his smooth, firm stomach and couldn't stifle a throaty grunt of pleasure when my fingers circled the springy flesh. I had to let go, when he withdrew his fingers, took me by the hips, and hoisted me onto the table

Jose spread my legs and stared at my swollen pussy for a few seconds before kneeling down in front of me. I leaned back and threw my head against the mirror when he ran his tongue up my slit and circled the nub of my erect clit. Then using his whole mouth, he worked my pussy, sucking, licking and kissing, while I writhed in ecstasy.

His lips tongue and fingers were everywhere, John was good at giving head, but Jose was better. I supposed that he had plenty of practice with the horny holidaymakers. When I looped my legs over his shoulders, he worked his tongue into my cunt and reamed the walls, pursing his lips around my throbbing clit, and lashing it rapidly as his tongue moved with the speed of a lizard. I crossed my ankles and drew him even closer, totally lost in the wonderful thrills surging from my quivering pussy.

Whenever my moans told him that I was on the brink of an orgasm, he slowed his pace. He did this several times, until I was twitching with frustration as my hands clutched his head and gripped his hair.

"Ohhh make me cum, please let me cum," I pleaded shamelessly.

As if in response, Jose captured my clit between his teeth and lashed it with his tongue. I tumbled into a rolling orgasm, feverishly gripping his head between my thighs. When my screams died away, I opened my eyes. Jose was smiling as he gazed at my glistening lips that were fully exposed between my spread, trembling thighs.

"You're a noisy one - I like that," he smiled. "Now tell me what you want," he demanded with a touch of Latin machismo, as he fingered his big, hard dick.I didn't hesitate,

"Please fuck me," I begged. He slowly got to his feet drawing up my legs with him and then pressed my thighs back to my breasts with his arms, as he leaned on the table. I could feel my sodden lips draw apart invitingly. Holding his cock firmly at the base, he slid the head in and out between my saliva-coated lips several times, as if teasing me.

"Put it in . . . put it in please," I muttered still longing for a good fucking despite my orgasm. Then very, very slowly, he pushed the head of his cock past the slight resistance of my clinging opening, until I felt his wiry pubic hairs on my damp clit.

In that position, Jose could get maximum penetration and I wondered if he had lured me to the table for that purpose. When he had totally filled me, he moved his hips slightly, pressing his big dick to stretch me, as if to demonstrate his power and control over me as I lay at his mercy.

Then he pulled back and began to fuck me with slow, steady strokes, his heavy, cum-laden balls slapping my ass, with each thrust. My cunt seemed to be totally on fire again, as if regular attention was bringing out the best in it. My head was swimming and the pleasure from his cock felt so good that I didn't even need to reach for my clit; with his body leaning over my hips, his pubic bone and hairs were rubbing it delightfully.

I pressed my thighs against his muscular arms and levered my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, rocking back and forth. My body was shaking and quivering as we worked as one, his cock smoothly pumping my greedily clutching quim. I kept floating on a plateau of pleasure, just on the edge of another orgasm. The young Spaniard's control was phenomenal as he fucked me as steadily as a metronome. However, finally, I could feel his control starting to crack. He shook his head as if in distress and several drops of his sweat landed on my face.

Suddenly he varied his angle of thrust and the speed of his attack. He lost his steady rhythm and for a minute or two, he fucked me madly, furiously. I started gasping out unintelligible fuck sounds that were neither words nor moans; but driven to a frenzy by the brutal, animal-like fucking that I was taking, I suddenly yelled words that I had never used before,

"Come on baby, fucking give it to me . . . oh yes . . . oh yes harder, harder, fuck my cunt."

Perhaps my words gave him the final stimulus. I heard him grunt loudly, then I felt his cock, unbelievably, swell even more before he erupted with what felt like an absolute fountain of warm semen. He shot what seemed like a bucket of cum into my cunt as I instinctively contracted my muscles to milk him of everything he had. When he was spent, he slumped over me, leaving me lingering just short of another orgasm.

Hoping that I had time for Jose to finish me off, I glanced at my watch, and with a stab of disappointment, realised that time had flown, and that I had to get back to where John had left me. There was no point in letting a row spoil the rest of our holiday, and I knew that he would be getting suspicious if he had returned to find me gone. Jose stepped back and gently lowered my legs. I gingerly slid down from the table, suddenly aware of an ache in my ass and back from the hard surface.

I explained to Jose, that I had to go, and, looking disappointed, he lay down on the bed. After a quick wash and a pee, I pulled on my bikini. When I emerged from the bathroom and saw the lean, naked body sprawled out; his thick, partly flaccid cock draped across one thigh, I almost joined him on the bed, but managed to resist. As I waved goodbye, he smiled,

"I'll see you later, at the party," he called.

As I hurried back to the outdoor bar area, Jose's parting words rang in my ears. I had forgotten about the party during my crazy afternoon fuck, and my clit flickered at the thought. Somehow, my previous nervousness about what Luca had in store, vanished, and I was ready for anything. I seemed to be getting sluttier by the hour - what a transformation. This was one holiday that I would never forget, and it hadn't even ended.

TO BE CONTINUED