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

FOREWORD

Jill and her boyfriend John are in Spain at a holiday club for young sexually adventurous people. John has revealed a fetish for sharing her with other men. Since she intends to finish with him after the holiday, Jill has decided to go along with this and is enjoying some very exciting developments in her young sex life. She has just been fucked by Jose a Spanish bartender, while John is elsewhere

After Luca, the site DJ had spotted Jill with her hand in another man's flies while dancing, he invited her and John to a private party. She suspects that it is for a few, select holidaymakers who like to "swing." Jose is also going to the party and he had explained that some site staff always attended these weekly events.

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

John was waiting for me at our sun lounger when I got back, and he accepted my explanation that I had gone for a stroll along the beach, although he looked suspiciously at the crotch of my bikini for any tell-tale stains.

Later that day, during dinner, John chattered excitedly about the party. He didn't know why we had been invited or how I had attracted Luca's attention. I was turned-on by the idea of Luca selecting horny women, and bearing in mind the reputation that the holiday club had for "adult fun and games," I could guess what the party might be like. In my nervousness, I gulped down more wine with my meal than I normally would.

I had really no idea what to wear, although my choice was limited anyway with the few things I had brought on holiday. After some thought, I decided to wear a skimpy black bikini under a short, low cut, flower-patterned sundress, and my strappy stiletto pumps.

The venue was a building used during the day as an information centre for holidaymakers, and was only a short walk from the dining area where we had eaten. We were ushered in after our scribbled invitation had been inspected by a young man on the door.

The room was transformed from its daytime, business atmosphere. The strip lighting was covered with coloured paper, producing a warm, soft glow, and the curtains were drawn. The leaflets and brochures which had covered a large table had been replaced with several large jugs of sangria, bottles of local spirits, and trays of glasses, glinting in the subdued light.

I estimated that there were around thirty young men and women already there in little groups, drinking and talking, their chatter mingling with a background of sensual guitar music. As if he had been watching for me, Jose appeared from the throng. He was wearing a red, silk shirt, and his dark trousers were as tight as his working ones, leaving little to the imagination. With surprising confidence, he greeted me with a dazzling smile and stooped to kiss my hand in an exaggerated Latin greeting.

John looked surprised, and I turned to him.

"You remember Jose from the swimming pool bar?" I prompted, trying not to look guilty. John looked slightly suspicious, but nodded in greeting, as Jose led us across to the drinks table and explained that we should help ourselves. After telling us that activities would be starting soon, he disappeared.

John poured me a large glass of sangria and as I sipped it, I saw Luca on the other side of the room chatting animatedly to a beautiful redhead dressed in a clinging mini-dress. The other women all looked very sexy as well and most of them were wearing scanty beach frocks like mine. Luca glanced at his watch, smiled at his companion and walked over to a very large plasma TV screen attached to one of the walls. Earlier it had shown tourist attractions.

"Good evening friends." His voice cut through the buzz of conversation, and heads turned to him. He ran his fingers through his dark, wavy hair, and looked very handsome in a lightweight grey suit, and black shirt. "Thank you all for coming to our little get-together. I have to warn you now that I have some adult entertainment planned for you, so anyone who is uncomfortable with that should leave now."

He paused, and there were sounds of giggling from some of the women, but no one made any move to leave. "Good," he chuckled, "think of this as a little extra attraction for a select few who I or my assistants thought might be up for some sexy fun. If you enjoy yourselves, please tell your like-minded friends when you return home."

"Now," Luca continued. "We are going to start with a tasty little film to warm you up. Make yourselves comfortable." The TV screen came to life as people settled down. John and I sat on a couple of the big cushions that had been scattered around the room to add to the normal daytime furniture of two sofas and several armchairs.

It immediately became clear that we were watching a porn movie. We had watched some hard-core porn as a way to add variety and spice to our sex life, but it felt even more erotic to be watching it in a roomful of strangers. The two men on the screen were called Dirk and Steve and they were fucking a young blonde girl with breasts like melons.

Dirk was taking her doggy style while she sucked Steve's cock. They were obviously having a hell of a time and, unusually, it looked very realistic, as if it was a home movie. My clit quivered as the men's cocks glistened - one with saliva and the other with cunt juice.

I could feel my pussy becoming very wet. I glanced around the room and saw couples beginning to neck and fondle each other. It looked as if Luca knew how to pick his guests. After all, he had seen me groping and being groped, so if he and his mates kept their eyes open during the week, when the dancing was getting steamy, they could find some horny choices.

John moved closer on our cushions and cradled me with an arm. I watched the blonde's face on the screen as Dirk's cock flashed in and out of her clinging quim. She was obviously nearing orgasm, and stopped working on Steve's cock. Then she bucked her hips violently and groaned loudly as she came.

When Steve's cock slipped from her open mouth, he wanked the slippery shaft rapidly. Then, as her orgasm faded, he squeezed her cheeks to open her mouth and neatly spurted a long string of creamy spunk directly between her open lips. I watched her throat work as she greedily swallowed every drop of cum.

Dirk banged away for a few minute more, and then leaned back as he came into her. After a few seconds, he pulled out his dripping cock and opened the girl's ass cheeks to let us see his spunk dribbling down from her pussy.

As the images on the screen and the alcohol took their effect, I leaned into John. He gently pulled me closer, while sliding his right hand up my exposed thigh. At the same time, his other hand moved round to cup my breast. Part of me wanted to resist his approaches in front of so many people. However, another part - the slut that was developing in me, was beginning to enjoy the situation, especially when I saw some men who looked like Spanish staff, watching us instead of the film.

I realise now that this was an early sign of my exhibitionism coming to life. Also, I was still reliving in my mind the previous night's orgasms with the three men and looking forward to what was, hopefully, more to come later.

Meanwhile John's hand was seeking entry between my legs and I moved slightly to help him. I sensed a movement to my left, and when I glanced round, I saw that it was Jose edging up to me. I tensed and drew away, but unabashed, he smiled at John.

"May I join you?" He enquired as if it was the most natural thing in the world. John had withdrawn his hand from my breast but kept his other one under my skirt. I looked at him and saw him hesitate, watching for my reaction. When I made no protest, he nodded to Jose.

"Sure, why not." Once again, I was allowing myself to follow John's kinky lead and my heart was pounding like mad.

Jose settled down to my left on his cushion. I glanced around nervously but saw various couples feeling each other up. When we arrived I had noticed a few groups of women chatting among themselves, but now they all seemed to have paired-off with men. I recognised a few of the waiters. It was becoming clear that, as I had suspected, women who came to this party were prepared for and expected some kind of sexual activity and the staff must have become accustomed to some easy pickings.

Meanwhile in the film, another man had appeared. The girl rolled over on to her back and he started to lick and suck her tits. His hand strayed to her pussy and he gently finger-fucked her, pushing trickles of cum out with his movements as he reamed her sloppy cunt.

Jose started kissing my cheek and stroking my left breast, very gently. I felt hypnotised and helpless; it all felt totally unreal. It seemed that the holiday firm's claims that this was a site for sexual adventure hadn't been false. Jose's fingers probed through the thin barriers of cloth until they found my nipple which was already engorged, and I gave a little shudder.

John's hand was pushing the inadequate bikini bottom to the side and I felt my juices gush. I seemed to have fully recovered from the previous night's heavy session and I knew that I was ready for more of the same. What a fucking great holiday, I thought - I was certainly finding out a hell of a lot about myself.

Suddenly yet another man appeared on the screen. There were gasps from around the room and some female giggles as we saw the size of his erection. It looked about nine inches long and as thick as a large cucumber. Where do they find these guys, I wondered.

The other man withdrew his fingers and the "stallion" knelt between the girl's legs and probed her pussy with his weapon. He then went on to pretend that he couldn't get it into her, as she writhed in supposed distress. I knew from experience, that with all the cum in her and with having been fucked already, her cunt would let it slide in easily enough. However, to be fair, that was the only unrealistic thing in the movie clip.

She, in turn, pretended to struggle to help him, swivelling her hips dramatically. Slowly, more and more of the thick cock disappeared into her cunt, to mutters of encouragement from the audience around me. She moaned with pleasure as he impaled her, and that sounded genuine.

The lucky girl was also having her nipples sucked and twisted by the other man as she wrapped her legs tightly around "big cock's" waist. We watched as they began fucking in earnest, and a close-up showed the thick shaft stretching her opening almost to her thighs, and rubbing against the base of her protruding clit.

I edged onto my hip, moved my upper thigh further forward, and caught my breath as John slid two fingers into my wet, welcoming pussy. I closed my eyes, aware that some people would be able to see what John's hand was doing. Perhaps Jose had seen the movie before, for he was concentrating on fondling my breast and nuzzling my neck.

He had raised my hair away from my neck and his smooth warm lips were tracing tiny patterns behind my ear, and down the side of my throat, between taking nibbles of my earlobe. The wonderful sensations I was receiving from the men, coupled with the erotic charge from the porn, were driving me crazy, and I was longing for a good fuck.

I opened my eyes with a start, as the porn girl suddenly climaxed with a piercing shriek. I could see her thighs convulsing as a genuine orgasm gripped her. It was a real turn-on for me and I nearly came myself as John excitedly stirred his fingers in my pussy. I thought that I was going to cum, and then the pressure faded, leaving me trembling. The film clip ended with the usual "money shot" as the man pulled out his cock and ejaculated all over her belly, leaving creamy blobs clinging to her flushed skin.

As the screen faded, Luca stepped in front of it, holding up a very large bottle of champagne and clutching a folder.

"Now ladies, I am looking for contestants for a lap dancing competition. The prize for the winner is a voucher for 15% discount for two people from our holiday brochure for next year, as well as this bottle of bubbly. Anyone who would like to take part, please come up to me now. I am sure that you girls know a few special moves," he grinned.

"Oh, by the way, I should warn you that touching by the man is permitted but only on arms and thighs. The ladies may remove their tops. In fact you probably won't win, if you don't." There was a ripple of laughter and a buzz of conversation as women debated whether to participate.

To my disappointment, John withdrew his fingers, and Jose had stopped caressing me as they both enthusiastically urged me have a go. At first, only the luscious redhead that I had seen earlier stepped forward, then after a brief pause, several more women joined her.

"Go on, Jill," John urged. "You are a good dancer, and you know what to do." In fact, I had done some lap dancing for John in my flat, and I had seen it performed on TV.

"But I don't really know what to do," I protested, as John pulled me to my feet. "Take off your dress," he encouraged. "You will be perfect in your bikini." Seconds later, he had drawn my dress over my head. "Look," he continued excitedly, "the other girls have taken off their tops." His hands went to the band of my bikini top and he started to pull it up over my breasts. I panicked and tried to hang on to it but he and Jose manoeuvred me towards the other participants as I protested half-heartedly.

The onlookers laughed, applauded, and shouted encouragement to me. Suddenly, a tremendous flush of adrenaline surged through me, to wash away my inhibitions. My nipples and clit tightened at the thought being on display. I would realise later that it was another early sign of my current love of flashing and exhibitionism.

In the grip of alcohol and lust, I stopped resisting, and John stepped away triumphantly with my top, leaving me standing in only my usual spike heels and the black, silky bikini bottom. As hungry eyes ran over my almost naked body, I trembled slightly in a mixture of nerves and exhilaration. At least I knew that my body was in good shape. My long legs were shapely and tapered in the heels, and my breasts were firm and perky, above a flat stomach which merged gently into the long curve of my hips. I shook my long auburn hair free and gazed defiantly back at the crowd.

Blood was pounding in my ears and I wasn't really taking in Luca's words as he ran through what little rules there were. Five of us were competing and he and two other members of staff would be the judges. They would look for technique and the arousal we gave to the five men lined up on seats which had been produced from a back room. We had to perform for each man in turn, moving on after four minutes. Neither John nor Jose had been lucky enough to be included.

Slow, sultry music boomed out and I stood before my first man. I was so nervous that I wasn't able to take in anything of his appearance except that he was young, dark haired and looked Spanish. I started on slightly shaky legs by facing him with my feet apart and my crotch at his eye level. One of the Spaniards was filming with a camcorder and others were using digital cameras.

Arching my back, I twisted and swung my hips in a slow, lazy circle to the beat of the music; slowly bending my knees, and grinding my pelvis up and down, writhing like a snake. After a moment, I leaned forward cautiously swinging my aroused breasts in his face, my raised nipples only a few inches from his open lips. When he moved his head forward, I teasingly moved them just out of reach.

He responded by running his hands up and down my thighs, his thumbs brushing the edges of my pants. I thought everything was going well, when without warning, he gently gripped my hips and drew me towards him, so that I had to step forward and his legs were between mine. My gyrating pussy was now inches from his face. I wondered if my swelling lips were showing through the thin material, and if his nostrils could detect my arousal.

When I saw his eyes stare hungrily at my mound, I shivered. To my amazement, I instinctively leaned back, bending my back like a bow, so that my pants were stretched tightly over my pussy lips which were now right in front of his face. I held the position, almost willing him to run his fingers down the damp cleft so blatantly offered, as I imagined the temptation he was going through.

He resisted my teasing and I turned my back to him, swaying my ass to the music. I stepped back until I was straddling his legs and I bent my knees in the approved fashion, while swivelling my hips. At first, I tried just to brush his trousers with my ass. Then I lowered myself until I felt his big hardon pressing through his trousers. I took a deep breath, thought of the prize, and as my pussy brushed his bulge I dry humped him.

Suddenly he pulled me down, my legs folded, and I landed in his lap. I instinctively leaned forward for balance and gripped his thighs for support. Then his long arms swung around mine, pinning them to my sides and his hands cupped my naked breasts. I could feel the outline of his big cock pressing on my pussy between my splayed legs. I gasped with shock and arousal, and my nipples bored demandingly into his hot palms.

Time seemed to stand still as he massaged my breasts and pushed at me with his erection, but probably only a few seconds elapsed before Luca blew his whistle to indicate that the four minutes with that man were over. My arms were freed reluctantly and as I rose to my feet, I saw three of the other contestants, stepping away from the men they had been dancing for.

The exception was the sexy redhead who was still bending over to allow her "customer" to suck one of her large breasts. However, she too moved back, and as we moved to dance for the next man in the line, I heard Luca speak sharply in Spanish to the young man who had grabbed me.

I floated on a sexual high as I flaunted my almost naked body a few inches away from complete strangers, while the others crowded around to enjoy the show. I suppose that I had been drawn into it too quickly for me to worry about what I was doing, and the alcohol certainly gave me courage. However if anyone had told me only a few weeks ago that I would be doing this, not to mention my session with the three men, I would have thought they were crazy.

My dances for the other four men seemed to pass in next to no time. I was well into my act and enjoyed the caresses on my legs and ass as I swayed and twisted. My pussy was tingling like mad and I was beginning to worry that my wetness might be really showing at the crotch of my bikini pants and was glad that they were black.

Then the final whistle went and the contestants were called over to where Luca was consulting with the other two judges. After a brief pause, he announced the winner. It was the curvaceous redhead of course! I had noticed her letting another couple of men have a brief mouthful of her breasts and I suppose that influenced the judges.

After presenting the champagne and voucher to the winner, Luca made a point of thanking the other girls individually. His hands were gentle on my shoulders as he gazed into my eyes,

"Sorry you lost, you did well." He jokingly made a point of encouraging us to remain topless. "It will save you time later," he chuckled with a wink. Despite that, I asked John for my top, but it and my dress had mysteriously "disappeared" and as he handed me another glass of wine, he pointed out that the other contestants hadn't covered up. I was about to protest, when, Luca called for attention.

"I hope that you enjoyed that, folks, and that you are having a good time. I will now explain the next game." The women and the men would each be given one of the same set of numbers. A number would be selected at random by him. The man and woman who held that same number would then have to jointly perform a "dare," which would be described on a card drawn at random from a pack.

Holding up a pack of cards, about the size of playing cards, he continued to explain. They contained five different "dares" and each had to last for a specific time. They were:

Kissing.

Stroking and kissing the woman's breasts.

Giving head to the man.

Giving head to the woman.

Complete intercourse.

There was a mixture of nervous laughter and whispered comments as Luca went on,

"Now I must invite anyone who doesn't feel comfortable with this game, to go now. If you stay and then refuse any of the dares, you will have to leave. Those who remain until the end will receive 15% discount vouchers for two from next year's brochure." He paused dramatically. "Any couple that goes all the way will receive an additional voucher for 50% discount."

There was a buzz of conversation, and then two woman and a couple hurriedly made an exit, looking embarrassed. Luca glanced around the room, "Is everybody else happy?" he asked, and then after counting the people remaining he announced that there were fifteen women, so the numbers allocated would be 1 to 15, and he had adjusted the amounts of each dare card accordingly.

For tonight, there would be twenty-five - 11 for kissing (two minutes); 2 "fuck" cards (ten minutes); and 4 of each of the other dares (five minutes).

"We're definitely staying aren't we?" John whispered excitedly in my ear, as he eyed up the women. So much for worrying about me being fucked, I thought, with a grin. I was trying to do some rather fuddled mental arithmetic. The chances of drawing a "fuck card" were low, but I had to admit that in my horny state, the men all seemed very good looking, and I was very excited at what card I might draw, and with what man. I had even lost my embarrassment at wearing nothing but a bikini bottom and my heels.

"Okay, we'll stay if you want to," I murmured. One of the sofas was drawn to the centre of the room and Luca sat by a table with the dare cards, other cards numbered one to fifteen, and two small boxes. The remaining fifteen women were called over, and we were each asked to take a numbered disc from one of the boxes. I glanced down at my white disc with the number 7 in black, and realised that my hand was trembling with excitement. Men jostled to line up for their their discs, black with white numbers, from the other box.

The male group seemed to be divided fairly evenly between male holidaymakers, who had been accompanied by a woman of course, and male staff. I noticed that John and Jose had managed to be included. Quite a few of the women had come on their own or with a female friend.

Once again, I found myself on a cushion between Jose and John who seemed to have decided to share me, for the moment anyway, with the Spaniard, as he had shared me with the other two men who had fucked me. He didn't know however, that Jose had already sucked me off and shagged me earlier that day.

Luca shuffled the number cards and after placing them face down, turned over the top one - number 12. A tall, fair-haired man and a pretty blonde stepped forward nervously handed their discs to Luca, and sat on the sofa as they awaited their dare. Like a television game-show host, Luca made a dramatic performance of shuffling the pack, placing it face down and selecting the first dare. There was a breathless hush, until he announced it was a kissing card. The couple seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before putting their arms around each other.

At first, the kissing was diffident and awkward, but then it warmed up and they were clearly enjoying themselves. When it was time to stop, they looked disappointed, and I noted that walked away hand in hand. The next dare was also for kissing and while the deep kissing was going on between complete strangers, I noticed that the rest of the women had paired off, either with the man they had arrived with, or with one of the staff and were necking and groping.

I was becoming increasingly nervous and excited while awaiting my number, and was glad to be distracted when hands started fondling my breasts. My experience of sex with several men at a time was increasing rapidly since the holiday started, but it was a first, when John and Jose each started to suck a nipple. In my very horny state, the double thrill was intense, and I arched my back as the stimulated nipples sent sharp spasms of pleasure to my clit.

Jose's hand had slid up my naked thigh to the edge of my pants, and John had placed my hand on the bulge in his trousers, when we were disturbed by Luca announcing the next number.

There was a ripple of excited chatter. The third couple had drawn the card for giving head to the woman. The girl's face was flushed with embarrassment, and she looked tipsy as she giggled with excitement. The man looked liked another Spaniard, and he wasted no time. After depositing his card partner on the sofa, he dropped to his knees, pushed up the woman's skirt, and whipped off her white panties.

He waved them triumphantly around his head to a burst of laughter and applause, and I guessed that was going to play to the gallery and to the camcorder which was being focussed on the pair. I could see the line of his erection bulging through his tight white slacks. Camera flashes went off regularly and I wondered if the film and the photos were sold as a little earner for the staff.

Licking his lips, he leaned in and for a few moments ran his tongue slowly up her inner thighs, tormenting her, as she lay back, her legs splayed invitingly. Then he leaned back grabbed her ankles and pivoted her legs up into the air, spreading them wide, and totally exposing her pussy to our view. The soft light glinted on moisture clinging to the fine dark hair around her partially open slit.

As if anxious to give everyone a good view, he kept his mouth a little way off her cunt, sticking out his long, dancing tongue to lick delicately around her damp lips. The girl lay breathing heavily through her open mouth, her hands clutching her breasts through her top and her legs supported on his shoulders.

My pussy released fresh moisture as I imagined the man's tongue working on my clit. The atmosphere was certainly very steamy and erotic and the party seemed to be turning into a bit of an orgy, as had no doubt been intended.

Jose slid an arm around my waist, his long fingers caressing my belly just above my pants. He nuzzled an ear and cupped a breast, gently flicking at the hard nub of my nipple, while John was edging his fingers under the leg of my pants.

The Spaniard started to eat the girl in earnest, and judging by her reactions, he was good at it. It was difficult to see the action, but from the movements of his head and the girl's jerks and tremors, I could imagine his tongue flicking on her clit, first fast, then slow; sideways, and then up and down.

She must have been flowing with juices as he lapped at her, and even from where we were sitting, I could hear slurping sounds. Then, suddenly just as I was wondering how much time he had left, he had the fingers of one hand on her dripping clit, and two of the other hand, curved up into her. She gave an extremely erotic wail, and wound her fingers into the man's hair. In fascination we watched her hips thrust spasmodically, lifting her ass off the sofa as her orgasm started.

The tense silence was broken by her moans.

"Ohhh fuck, ohhh fuck, ohhh fuck," and her legs jerked up and down, like a puppet's as muscle spasms gripped her. The male part of the act suddenly raised his head, to reveal the sticky moisture clinging to his mouth and smeared over his cheeks. He wiped most it away with the back of his hand, and raised his fist in salute as the spectators laughed and clapped.

He got up, and gallantly helped the young woman to her feet. Picking up her panties, he thrust his hips forward, pointed to the bulge of his hardon and rubbed them over it. There was more laughter, and her already flushed face went scarlet. Without bothering to put on her panties the woman went over to her own companion, while the showman was receiving an enthusiastic embrace from a pretty, and no doubt very lucky, young woman.

John's fingers were now inside my pants and I eased my thighs apart as he stroked the line of my engorged lips. Jose lips moved from my ear to find mine and our tongues probed each other's hot, wet mouths. Suddenly I realised that Luca was speaking, and I broke off the kiss.

He was holding up a number card. Would it be my number, seven? "It is number s . . . ." He paused teasingly, as my heart stood still - was it me? Six, he finished, and I breathed again. My number was proving elusive. A young couple arrived on the sofa, and there was an audible gasp around the room as Luca announced the next dare - it was a fuck card!

The woman's face went white, and then red in quick succession. In obvious confusion, and to some mocking laughter, she muttered some apology and headed for the exit, followed by a man who presumably was her partner.

Luca didn't look too surprised, although the male number six appeared very disappointed, as he was waved away from the sofa.

"I am sorry about that," Luca said. "The procedure now is that the dare card remains in play, and I will draw another number. He had everyone's attention and there was total silence as he picked up a number card. Again, he paused theatrically.

"Number 15," he called. When I heard John and Jose sigh with disappointment again, I nudged them with my elbows,

"Well you still have me," I reminded them with a smile of promise.

Round the room, the couples had also stopped their necking and fondling, and all eyes were on the two who stepped forward - a curvaceous, black-haired woman wearing a tight white T-shirt and short denim skirt; and a younger, broad-shouldered man with slim hips, and black curly hair. I recognised him as one of the waiters. She looked to be older than the supposed upper age limit for the club of twent-five, and he couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen. She had a confident cheeky smile, and she had been one of the lap dancers earlier.

The youth pulled off his T-shirt, and slipped out of his shorts. He wasn't wearing pants. We were in a good, close-up position at the side of the sofa and my eyes strayed to his crotch. His thick cock was about 6 inches long although still only semi-hard and his balls hung heavily in their hairy sac.

The woman sat back on the sofa expectantly and without any sign of embarrassment pulled off her top, and reached behind to unclip her bra allowing her large, plump breasts to swung free. The circles of her large pink areolas were already swollen with arousal, offering a contrast to the brown, thimble-size nipples crowning them.

I recognised her as a fellow exhibitionist, but wondered if I would ever have her brazen nerve.

When the young man knelt in front of her, she obligingly drew up her legs and pulled her skirt to her hips, revealing a tiny red G-string, drawn into her shaved crack. She was one serious sex-addict, I marvelled. She raised her hips and the man drew off the scrap of silk. He hesitated as he gazed at her pussy, and she reached out and pulled his head down to her crotch. When his face vanished between her legs, she edged forward, and looped her legs around his neck. Her hands went to her big nipples and she twisted them lovingly as her hips writhed against the pleasuring mouth.

My own pussy released fresh moisture as I watched. Equally affected by the scene, John boldly unzipped his fly and folded the fingers of my right hand around his warm, pulsing erection. Nervously I looked around me, only to see similar scenes as people became more uninhibited and horny. Jose copied John and I quivered as I stroked two hard cocks in front of a crowd of people - amazing.

John pulled my legs apart, almost unbalancing me from my cushion, and in seconds had three fingers in my slippery, accommodating pussy. He proceeded to finger fuck me while both my boobs were being fondled vigorously. I wanted to lie back and give myself up to the pleasure, but I was still fascinated by the live sex show.

The young man raised his head, gripped his sex partner by the hips, and drew her towards him, until her ass was poised on the very edge of the sofa. We had another brief glimpse of her swollen, wet cunt, before he leaned into her, eased down his rigid cock from where it strained against his flat belly and slipped it into her. His arms, braced on the sofa pushed her thighs back, as he filled her to the top.

She gave a little squeal of delight, and gripped his arms as he started pumping in and out with a lazy rhythm. Next, her right hand snaked down her belly and we could see her strumming her clit, as she wriggled with pleasure. As if unconcerned that he was allowed only ten minutes, he continued his smooth, unhurried piston-like action.

Occasionally, when he was fully impaling her, he swung his hips so that the base of his cock circled her cunt. For a mere youth he seemed very experienced and I wondered just how much fucking went on between the staff and visitors in a season. The woman was muttering encouragement, between groans and gasps, but I couldn't make out the words.

Perhaps as a warning that his time was running out, Luca said something to the man. He paused for a second, threw back his head and speeded up his hip movements, going at the older woman with the enthusiasm and athleticism of youth.

Watching porn at home was good for masturbating to, or warming up with a partner, but this display seemed to be distracting both John and Jose, so that their work on my pussy and breasts had become half-hearted, although I was floating on a frustratingly high level of desire. They seemed more interested in getting me to pump their cocks. Sweat was streaming down my face and dripping onto my breasts as I kept nearing my climax, then slipping back. Somehow, I couldn't get into the right position and was distracted by the hand jobs I was giving.

Meanwhile the woman's whole body was being shaken with each of his rapid thrusts; her breasts quivered and she started making little mewling sounds, as her head thrashed from side to side under the young man's onslaught. Hell, I thought, she was getting her money's worth from the holiday, and I wasn't too surprised when she came first.

Her legs went straight up into the air, she raised her head, and I could see her wide-open eyes gazing sightlessly into space as her orgasm surged through her. She gave a long series of short, almost agonised yelps and collapsed back onto the sofa. The man continued to fuck her senseless. I hadn't a clue how long he had left but was silently urging him on - go for it lad.

Sweat was splashing from his face as he rammed into her, and just as Luca started to raise his whistle, the young stud thrust home one last time and his body went rigid. With a loud groan, he gazed up at the ceiling and I could imagine his tight balls emptying spurt after spurt of creamy spunk into her, before he sprawled forward onto his willing accomplice.

Suddenly my frustration boiled over.

"It's too warm in here," I muttered to John. "Please take me outside somewhere and fuck me in the fresh air." His look of surprise turned to doubt. He was enjoying the party, and knew that he could fuck me any time.

"Jose can come too," I added enticingly, realising that for the first time in my life, I was initiating group sex, and couldn't blame John for it.

"What about the holiday discount?" He asked.

"Fuck the discount," I snapped, knowing that I wouldn't be coming back here with him anyway. "You stay if you want and Jose and I will go. All right Jose?" I enquired.

That persuaded John and he retrieved my top and dress from a corner. I put the top in his pocket and slipped on the dress. We returned our discs and left as the next couple was being chosen. I waved goodnight, and Luca gave me a disappointed smile and a little, shrug of his shoulders.

The stars were bright and the balmy night air, scented with the tang of the sea, refreshed my hot skin. My head was buzzing with alcohol and erotic images. Impulsively I leaned on Jose's shoulder, bent over and pulled off my damp, chafing bikini bottom. John stashed it away, after taking an appreciative sniff. I linked arms with the two men,

"Let's find a quiet corner down by the beach," I suggested. "I am feeling really horny, and if I don't get fucked soon, I will scream."

TO BE CONTINUED