My Swinging Vacation - 5
written by:
Jillbaby

MY SWINGING VACATION -5

Copyright -2010 -by Jillbaby.

FOREWORD

At the time of writing, Parts 3 and 4 are still available. I recommend that you read them first. Simply click on my name in the site story header and my list of stories is shown.

PREVIOUSLY Jill has been modeling for about a year, and has taken a week off for a vacation in Tenerife, a Spanish holiday resort in the Canary Islands. On the flight there, the young female flight attendant makes the standard announcement offer to passengers to ask for anything they require. Jill overhears a handsome young man called Morris jokingly whisper to his companion (his wife Paula) that a blowjob from the attendant would be very welcome.

On the spur of the moment, and getting into a horny mood ready for the sexy vacation that she always hopes for, Jill follows Morris to the plane toilet, and to his immense surprise and delight, gives him a great blowjob.

Later they discover that they are staying at the same hotel, and end up fucking in Jill's room. Afterwards they chat about their sex lives. In the after-glow of the fuck, Morris pours out his heart to her and sadly confides that Paula, his wife of around a year, is sexually inhibited. She won't give or accept head, for example, and Morris tells Jill how desperate he is for her to become more sexually adventurous.

Having learned that Jill has had bi-sexual experiences and is very laid-back about sex, he asks her if she could possibly talk to Paula during the vacation, and perhaps find some ways of reducing her inhibitions.

Jill is intrigued and agrees to try to help. Morris introduces her to Paula and her friend Cindy who is on vacation with them. Jill senses a kindred sexual spirit in Cindy and also suspects that Paula may be suppressing a strongly sensual nature.

Jill almost succeeds in seducing Paula, but they are interrupted. Later Jill has a torrid session on the beach with Cindy who agrees to help Jill and Morris to awaken Paula's sexuality.

Later they visit a lap dancing club to test Paula's reaction and purchase a "dance" in a private room. After Jill and Morris have sex with the seductive young dancer, Paula succumbs to temptation and gives Morris a blowjob - her first ever.

The friends head back to the hotel and Paula's sexual development continues as they enjoy a foursome.

Jill and Cindy leave Morris and his wife alone after the foursome and wonder how Paula will react to her experiences. Will she want more? Will their hopes of ridding Paula of her sexual hang-ups forever be fulfilled?

Jill is left alone in the hotel that evening and manages to have a wonderful fuck with Tony the waiter.

The following day, Morris and Paula go out on a trip, so Jill and Cindy visit a lingerie/sex-toy shop and have an erotic session. Later they make plans to invite Tony to join the four of them on the private beach next day for some swinging sex, hoping that Paula will go along with it. They are still not sure if she is ready for a swinging life-style.

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PART FIVE.

I wakened as the morning sun moved round my balcony and streamed over my eyelids. I stirred and then stretched languorously, my arms out high above my head, casting shadows on the wall behind me. I felt really good and my whole body tingled with well-being.

Thoughts of the wonderful sex I had been enjoying on my vacation flitted across my mind, and I sighed happily. Totally relaxed, I ran my hands slowly, sensually, down my naked body, over my breasts, my nipples, my flat tummy, and down onto my thighs.

Image after image scrolled through my mind like a porn slide-show: my aroused cunt being squeezed open by the big thick dicks of Morris and Tony; my clit pulsating under Cindy's soft lips and wicked tongue; and my mouth filling with the pungent arousal juices from the pussies of Paula and Cindy.

As I flexed my fingers, I let them trail from force of habit across my rapidly dampening pussy lips I suddenly realized that, unusually, I hadn't masturbated since my session on the plane coming here. I hadn't needed to, I thought happily - every day so far had brought its sweet sexual rewards. That immediately reminded me of our plans for today - the last full day of the vacation.

The previous evening had been spent quietly in the hotel bar with the friends I had made on vacation, Cindy, Morris and his wife Paula. We had agreed to spend this morning at the hotel's private beach.

Unknown to Paula, as we didn't want to put pressure on her, we hoped to repeat our previous foursome, but with the addition of the sexy waiter Tony who had already given me a glorious fuck. I had phoned him to confirm the arrangements and he would turn up to join us later.

My finger traced the line of my clit as, responding to my memories it swelled and pushed against its protective hood. As on previous mornings, I resisted temptation; I was sure to get plenty of opportunity for orgasms later.

When I went down to breakfast Morris managed to have a quick word with me before we sat down. He said that sex with Paula was much better and that they had enjoyed a passionate 69 the previous night - their first ever. He hoped that our plans for the beach would be a final turning point for her. He felt that she would have to be seduced into her second group sex session, especially with Tony there.

When Paula said good morning I noticed that there was a glow to her skin, and her lovely blue eyes were sparkling. Knowing that we were going to the beach later she had dressed casually as had we all. But even dressed like that, Paula simply exuded beauty and sex appeal.

She was wearing black flip flops, jeans and a white top, an outfit which on most women wouldn't have merited a second glance; however, not on the twenty-year old Paula.

The top was loose and yet displayed the sway of her wonderful firm melon-shaped breasts with every movement of her arms. The jeans clung to her hips as if painted on and two men bumped into each other as they turned their heads to watch her progress across the dining room. I would at least back my legs against hers in a contest but in tight jeans she could definitely stop traffic.

Her long golden hair was tied up in a pony-tail and I heard her say that it was in preparation for the beach. It was the first time that I had seen it swept back from her face and it made me more conscious of her beauty.

When I first met her I had been struck by her combination of a body to die for and wide blue eyes which shone with youthful innocence. Yet I had since seen those same eyes wide and dark with lust as she succumbed to the demands of her body. I shivered even in the day's warmth as I recalled the intense expression in them as they invited me to her naked body during the foursome.

As she chatted vivaciously to Cindy, I tried to hide behind my coffee cup, as my eyes were drawn to her lips - the shape that some women pay a fortune for; but hers were all natural. Beautifully fleshy and slightly pouting, they just demanded to be kissed. I could easily imagine men longing to have them around their cock, and I sympathized with poor Morris for having waited so long for a blowjob from her. To boost my own ego against such competition, I relished the thought that her early learning efforts wouldn't match the one I gave her husband on the plane. What a hottie she was going to be if she let her sexuality break free completely. Today might be the turning point either way.

When breakfast was over, we arranged to meet in the foyer in an hour. As soon as I returned to my room, I phoned Tony again and arranged for him, on my room tab, to mix some strong sangria fruit punch, chill it, and bring it down to us later with some snacks. I told him that we would be at the farthest end of the beach and that I would invite him to join us. He sounded enthusiastic and said how much he was looking forwards to seeing me again. That sent a tingle to my pussy, as I thought of what might happen later.

We assembled in the foyer with our swim gear under shirts and shorts, and carrying beach bags with the necessary towels and sun block. When we reached the hotel beach, we showed our room cards to the attendant, and paid the hire for a sun shelter. We also obtained some extra folding screens for privacy.

After walking right to the very end of the area laid out with beach shelters we found one designed to be big enough for a family, with the usual canvas screen surround except for the side facing the sea. I had noticed my companions' heads, including Paula's, turn as we passed the many women who were topless.

We laid our towels on the canvas flooring, stripped to our swim suits, and stretched out, chatting happily. All three women were in bikinis but Morris was wearing loose swim shorts. All the easier to slide my hand up, I thought greedily.

I explained for Paula's benefit, that I had decided to treat us to some cold drinks and that Tony, a waiter I had befriended, would be along with them soon. Again, for Paula's ears, I made up the story that he had some interesting information he could give us about the area.

When Tony found us, I watched the eyes of Paula and Cindy widen as they looked him up and down. He was clad only in very brief Speedos and the big bulge left nothing to the imagination. His dark hair and firm olive skin gleamed in the sunlight as did his sparkling smile. I made the introductions and Tony put down the large cool-pack containing the drink and glasses, and I said,

"I believe it's your day off Tony, would you care to join us?"

Paula looked surprised, but Morris chimed in supportively,

"Sure, why not, sit down with us."

Tony charmingly accepted the invitation and I moved over on my towel to give him room to sit beside me. My clit stirred as the warm skin of his thigh brushed mine. He opened the container and served us with cool drinks. I knew from experience how powerfully alcoholic the seemingly innocuous fruit mixture could be and I sipped cautiously without warning the others who were knocking it back happily.

Tony then proceeded to tell us some of the history of the area and how it had become a Spanish colony. I had noticed that Paula tended to giggle easily when enjoying a few drinks, and soon she was doing so at Tony's jokes, and almost flirting with him I thought.

After a while, the sun moved around to shine into the shelter, and I decided to get things going. I asked Tony to place the extra screens across the entrance, supposedly to block the fierce rays of the sun, but actually for privacy. Giving Morris a sly wink I suggested that we protect our skin with some sun block. Everyone agreed and reached into their bags.

"Will you help me Tony?" I asked with an inviting smile and his eyes lit up.

I lay back as Tony opened the bottle and shivered when his warm, oily hands glided over my thighs. I was delighted to see that Morris had taken the hint,

"Here, ladies, let me do your backs," he offered gallantly to Paula and Cindy and they responded by rolling onto their tummies on their towels and wriggling apart so that he could kneel between them.

As Tony's sensitive hands moved over my body I was caught between closing my eyes in bliss and watching how Morris was getting on with the other two. I noticed that both women had turned their heads so that they could ogle Tony's tight butt as he knelt over me.

Although he hadn't finished my front, I rolled over presenting my back to him. With a sudden urge, and wanting to encourage the others, I reached behind and unclipped my top, letting the straps drop to my sides. Accepting the invitation Tony glided his hands all over my back, sweeping down my sides to stroke the swell of my breasts with the tips of his fingers. My nipples rose and thrust into the soft white towel which stimulated them even further and instinctively I squeezed my inner thighs against my swelling pussy lips.

Glancing across I saw Morris follow my lead and unclip Paula's top as she lay on her stomach. She put up her hand and started to make a half-hearted protest, but when Cindy undid hers, she relaxed. Morris whispered something to Cindy and she started to smooth oil into the backs of Paula's cream colored thighs.

Tony leant further over me and I quivered when his tongue found the delicate flesh of my ear. Slowly, teasingly he traced the curves with the tip, occasionally sucking the lobe. I could feel the line of his erection pressing against my thigh as he no doubt thought of our previous raunchy fuck. Through my eyelashes I could see Paula's eyes widen as she watched. As far as she knew, Tony and I were only acquaintances.

When I moaned in appreciation of Tony's touch, he gave up the pretence of simply applying sunscreen. His hands slid under me and cupped my breasts, squeezing them and flicking his thumbs across my nipples. I groaned, and when I opened my eyes to see the reaction of the others, Morris was now kissing the nape of Paula's neck and Cindy's hands were close to the divide between Paula's spread legs.

Then it all started to heat up.

I felt Tony's hands on my buttocks as he positioned himself behind me. Throwing caution to the wind, he gripped my bikini bottom and with one swift movement pulled it down and over my feet, before hoisting me into the doggy position on my hands and knees. Goosebumps rose on my legs as the cool sea-breeze wafted over my exposed ass and engorged pussy lips. From the corner of my eye I saw his black Speedos drop to the ground and then I felt the unmistakable warm touch of a hard cock on my inner thighs.

Much as I wondered how the others were taking this sexual display, I was too engrossed in my own excitement to take any notice. In fact the awareness of having an audience added to my pleasure as always. The warm firm flesh slowly moved upwards until it brushed the damp outer lips of my pussy. Both his hands were on my breasts and he was letting his cock probe for an entrance unaided. I felt the tickle of his pubic hairs between my buttocks and then the hard shaft of his cock was pressed against the length of my cunt with the swollen head gently rubbing against my clit.

I was ready for him and reaching down between my thighs, my fingers found the tight sac that hung below his cock. I tenderly massaged his balls tugging on them as if to pull him closer. Then I laid my hand along the length of the rubbery shaft guiding it towards my slippery outer lips.

When I positioned it against my slit a slight movement of his hips was all it took for him to enter me. My stomach lurched and I gave a little grunt of pleasure as he filled me and began fucking me gently, his hands caressing my breasts. Despite wanting to concentrate on the delightful sensations, my curiosity made me open my eyes to take a peep at how my companions were getting on.

Things had moved quickly. To my delight, Paula seemed to have surrendered totally and was on her back naked as Morris fucked her vigorously. Cindy also had stripped off and was leaning over Paula sucking one of her breasts. Despite my own pleasure I had to watch as Paula's big, round breasts bounced each time Morris drove into her. I couldn't help but admire his heavy balls or how his ass clenched each time he slammed his cock into her. They were sideways on to me and with her legs around his waist I could clearly see his cock opening up her pussy, penetrating her fully.

Cindy moved behind Morris and as she knelt I could see through her legs as she reached for his swinging balls, cupping them in her hand. Her raised pussy was now only a few inches away from Tony and me. Supporting myself on one forearm I couldn't resist reaching out to run my fingertips along her glistening cunt. That must have given Tony an idea, for he startled me by suddenly withdrawing from my pussy with a plop and crawling across to where Cindy's ass was stuck up so invitingly. Although disappointed, I could understand him wanting to sample another new cunt.

I moved to give him room in the confined space of the shelter, and when he gripped her hips, she looked around with a welcoming smile. In seconds Tony had slipped his glistening cock into her cunt and started to fuck her steadily, again in the doggy position. I lay still for a moment, stroking my clit and savoring the show of the two women being fucked; two tight, firm male asses in action - one bobbing up and down, and the other pumping back and forth.

Paula came first, crying out with joy. Morris must have shot his load only seconds later, for when he stopped his action, I could see little rivulets of cum escaping from Paula. They held each other and watched for a few minutes, as Tony fucked Cindy steadily. I was again impressed by his control and could imagine that he would have plenty of opportunity to get it off with the constant stream of female visitors.

Determined to join in, I slipped under Cindy, sucking her hard nipples and taking as much of her pointed breasts into my mouth as I could, while she moaned in ecstasy. No doubt excited by the action, Morris withdrew from his wife and shuffled across to us on his knees, offering his sticky, semi-erect cock to Cindy.

For the second time that week, she opened her mouth and sucked it in hungrily, licking the coating of his cum and his wife's juices. We were all very close to each other, enabling our bodies to link easily and Morris, wanting to reassure Paula, reached across to stroke her leaking pussy as his cock was sucked by her best friend.

Needing a break from my cramped position, I crawled across to Paula, leaning over to kiss her heavy breasts, licking up the salty beads of sweat. She offered no resistance and indeed, to my surprise, she lifted her body on her elbows, feeding her nipples and breasts to me, letting me lick and suck on her big nipples as she watched the other three. I knew that only a few days ago the very idea of what was happening would have seemed unbelievable to her.

Then with her usual undulating wails, Cindy let Morris's cock slip from her lips. Her body shook and quivered as she came several times from the attention clever Tony had been giving her pussy and clit.

Just then, Tony surprised us by whipping out his cock from Cindy. I thrilled at the view of his big brown rigid cock. The head projected above the grip of his fingers and was slick with Cindy's juices. Then it erupted, sending long ribbons of creamy semen in arcs all over Cindy's back. I hadn't seen that done for a while, as I preferred men to cum inside me.

Everyone, except Cindy, gazed at the criss-cross pattern of globules on her white skin. Then with a chuckle, Tony collected some on his fingers, reached around and offered it to Cindy as she recovered. She looked up with a smile, and sucked his fingers clean. Then she grinned at me,

"Isn't it great to have two cocks to play with?"

With that episode over, I was the only one who hadn't cum and I was stirred up and very horny.

"What about poor little me," I protested in a mock little-girl voice.

"Now, now, Jill baby," Morris comforted me. "We wouldn't neglect you, would we Tony? The only thing is we're not quite ready yet," he added, pointing to their only half-erect cocks. "Help us out girls."

Morris beckoned Tony over to where Cindy and Paula were sitting, having wiped their leaking pussies with tissues. He knelt in front of Cindy, and when Tony got down before Paula, I stiffened. This would be a test. Having only so recently conquered her aversion to blowjobs, would she do it with someone other than her husband?

Her face froze, and she gazed at Morris appealingly. He reached out, kissed her and whispered something in her ear. Meanwhile Tony thoughtfully wiped his sticky cock with one of Paula's tissues, to make it easier for her. As though in a trance she leaned forward took his cleansed cock into her hand and with eyes closed, slipped her lips around the head.

I could see Tony desperately reaching to try to get his hands on the big breasts he had been lusting for but couldn't reach them as she hunched over his cock. Meanwhile the lucky Morris was enjoying an enthusiastic sucking from horny Cindy.

I didn't have long to wait before Morris was sporting an erection and turned towards me, cradling it proudly. Tony withdrew his and I saw that Paula, in her inexperience, hadn't managed to get him fully stiff.

Seizing the initiative, Morris lay back and waved me forward. Then as if the idea had just occurred to him, he asked in a challenging tone,

"Do you think you can take both of us, hot Jill?

"Go on Jill, you show them," Cindy called, hoping as ever for some extra excitement.

I was raring to go and having already had Tony up my ass, I was aware that he knew what he was doing and wouldn't hurt me. I straddled Morris, facing him, and opening my pussy with both hands I lowered myself slowly onto to his now firm cock as he held it steady. I knew that he was wider than average and his cock filled my cunt to bursting point, forcing my arousal juices to run down the crack of my ass as I gingerly settled down on him.

At first I just slowly tipped my pelvis forwards and back getting used to the size of his dick. Meanwhile Tony knelt to straddle Morris's head, presenting his semi-erect dick for my attention. Supporting myself with one hand on Morris's chest, I took the damp cock with the other. It was still sticky with Paula's saliva as leaning forwards, and fully impaled on Morris, I took the head into my mouth.

While I licked at it greedily, spiraling my hand up and down the length of the shaft, Morris twitched his hips impatiently and reached up to fondle my breasts, circling my nipples with his nails. Trying not to let the cock slip from my lips I slid my cunt up and down on Morris's shaft with increasing intensity. He matched my strokes, thrusting his hips towards me as I sank down on him and I wallowed in greedy, wanton pleasure as I rode him smoothly, my cunt gripping tightly.

When Tony's cock had swollen in my mouth he slipped it free and moved around behind me, carefully positioning his knees between Morris's legs and mine. I glanced over my shoulder to see him wiping his cock dry and then smearing it with sun oil.

I had to pause my action on Morris as Tony eased me forward until I was resting on my forearms and my breasts were brushing Morris's chest, who resumed our fucking by bracing his feet and legs and thrusting steadily up into me.

Although I was expecting it, I grunted and jerked as a finger popped past my anal ring and into me. The slippery digit worked in and out a couple times, and then pulled out to have more oil slathered on. Again it worked its way in, more easily, sliding past the second knuckle this time. Tony wiggled it around and around and pulled lightly to stretch the opening. I was relieved that he really did know how to prepare for anal sex and that familiar sensual feeling spread up my spine, in tandem with the pleasure from Morris's cock in my cunt.

Then the firm cockhead was pushing at my anal ring steadily, but not too hard. I forced myself down on Morris to trap his cock and stop his action. As the pressure on my anus built, I relaxed my muscles letting him force his way slowly into my ass. His hands soothingly stroked my sides and lower back. I relaxed and tensed in turn as the well lubricated organ slid slowly inch by inch deeply up my ass. I felt stretched as it probed alongside the big cock in my cunt and when I stiffened in discomfort, Tony whispered,

Oh, Jill, you're so tight. It feels like a fist squeezing me down there."

His hands slick from the sun oil held my hips, pulling me to him. Finally he was fully sheathed and both men paused as they felt the pressure from each other's cocks. Then they started a slow smooth fucking action and I was pressed forward onto Morris's chest. In that position it was almost impossible for me to move very much, and it's difficult for the bottom man to thrust fully into my cunt unless he is fit and has strong legs.

However Morris proved to be more than equal to the task. As they fucked me smoothly, I could hear above their panting the sounds of Tony's thighs smacking up against my ass cheeks with each impaling lunge. As their excitement grew the pace and intensity slowly, steadily increased. As ever, the combined but different sensations of pleasure from ass and cunt filled my head and my body began to shake and quiver.

"Hold on a bit Tony, I'm nearly there Morris croaked from under me, clearly hoping that they would cum together.

Obligingly, Tony slowed his efforts and for the first time they were not in synch as Morris went for the finishing line with a series of mighty heaves from his hips. I trembled from waves of sensation as the cocks reamed me. Bang -- one thrust up the ass; and then bang, bang - two quick ones in my cunt.

Tony had been stroking my clit for a while and now three nerve centers were sending frantic messages to my brain. It was all too much and I slipped into a voluptuous trance of ecstasy for a few seconds, like going under from anesthetic. Then as my cunt started to quiver, as if from a distance I heard Morris say,

"Yeah, she's cumming all right, don't stop Tony."

Under the sensory overload, I shook, wailed, and then screamed as I climaxed violently, my body shuddering and trembling uncontrollably. I was only dimly aware of the men's final flurries, as I lay helplessly between them. Then I felt the warmth of stream after stream of semen pumping into my two orifices followed by drops of sweat on my back from Tony's forehead. Finally the two pairs of hips straining against me relaxed and our three bodies lay still - with me the filling in a sweaty, sticky sandwich.

When I opened my eyes I was pleased to see that Paula and Cindy were kissing - that was hopeful. I couldn't help wondering what kind of relationship the three would have when they returned home. Would the shared sex continue?

With all of us sexually satisfied, it suddenly felt too hot and oppressive in the shelter and the air reeked with perspiration and sex. Morris suggested that we should head back for a shower before dinner and we started to dress and gather our things together. The other three went ahead while I helped Tony to pack up the picnic gear.

As we walked along the beach together, Tony asked me what I knew about Paula. I had noticed him spending a lot of time looking at her and he seemed to be very taken by her lovely looks.

"She would make a great porn model, you know," he suddenly remarked.

I had no difficulty in agreeing with him, except for saying that I wasn't sure if she would even consider such a thing. He suggested that we sit down and let the others go on. When we had done so, he came up with some amazing information and suggestions. This is the gist of it.

He was friendly with two professional photographers who worked for a local firm. In their spare time they made porn videos which they sold privately among local people and sometimes to tourists. For obvious reasons local women in the closely-knit community would not participate, so they relied on persuading tourists to be filmed.

Usually it worked by making friends with couples that they or Tony met in bars or clubs. Hard porn wasn't available for sale on the island and access to the internet was limited at that time. So with the prices they could charge for the videos, they could afford to offer substantial payments to the couples to be filmed having sex - either by themselves or with others.

Knowing my profession, his first offer was for me to be filmed. However I explained that my exclusive contract with my agency was watertight and I couldn't risk a copy getting to the UK.

"How about Morris and Paula," he asked naming the sum they would be paid.

I gasped at the amount. It would cover most of the cost of their vacation and I knew that the money would be very welcome, so I agreed to have a word with Morris. I did warn Tony that they were in the very early stages of swinging, and doubted if Paula would agree to it. Tony refused to be put off by doubts, and eagerly explained that he could arrange for the filming to take place that very evening, at a house not far from the hotel.

When I got back to my room, I phoned Morris. There was a long silence as he tried to absorb what was being suggested. He asked again about the money, and again there was a pause as he thought. I knew that our return flight the following day wasn't until late afternoon, so there was no need for an early rise in the morning.

"I'll tell you what, Jill," he finally said, a growing note of excitement in his voice. "The idea's fine with me and the money's great. Leave it with me to talk to Paula, and I'll get back to you."

About ten minutes later, Morris phoned back,

"Paula has agreed, but on condition that she has sex with me only, and that you and Cindy accompany us for safety in numbers." he said.

He explained that he had stressed to her that they would never see the photographers again, and that she should just ignore the cameras. The money had been a big factor too. That was it - the die was cast.

I contacted Tony, was given an address and booked a taxi. I felt butterflies in my tummy at the thought of Paula fucking in front of complete strangers. Would she freeze when it came to getting it on?

We had to be at the house by seven pm so we all met up in the hotel snack bar, had a light meal and headed for the bar for some courage-boosting drinks. The atmosphere was tense and yet there was an air of excitement. At least the last night of the vacation wasn't going to be dull. Paula looked pale, said very little, and only managed to nibble at her food. Morris was being very attentive to her and kept stressing what they could buy for their house with the money. Cindy and I kept up a stream of idle chat as she asked me about my own photographic experiences.

The taxi deposited us at a small white bungalow, one of a row of similar houses. Tony opened the door as we approached and welcomed us effusively. We were introduced to his two friends, Juan and Luca. Both looked to be in their thirties and were typically Spanish in coloring with olive skin and black hair. Juan was tall and well-built and seemed to be in charge, while Luca was about my height and of slender build.

They seemed relaxed and gave us a polite welcome, as they ushered us into the room where the filming was to take place. The centerpiece was a black leather sofa with the back folded down to form a double-sized bed. Two arc-type photography lamps were positioned nearby, and various items of camera equipment lay on a table.

Juan poured us some Spanish brandy while he explained broadly what he was after. He encouraged Morris and Paula to say anything they wanted during the sex. When editing the tape he could dub or delete sounds as appropriate. That also meant that any other sounds such as his instructions could be removed.

He wanted to record several different short scenes. The first one was to portray Paula as a captive with Morris arousing her helpless body before fucking her. He encouraged Paula to fake as many sounds of arousal and orgasm as possible, offering them the bonus of a computerized copy disc of the uncut tape if she did well. They would get that before they left. Paula sat with her head down, during this and it was difficult to tell how she was reacting. Juan and Luca gave her the usual photographers' assurance not to feel shy as they had seen it all before.

The outfit they gave her was classically sexy; black thigh-highs, stiletto heels, a wispy black thong and a matching half-cup, platform bra. There was also a black leather choker for her neck, with a gleaming metal ring attached.

While the photographers fiddled with their cameras - a camcorder and an ordinary digital one for stills -- Paula turned her back and changed into the costume with Morris hovering in assistance. When ready, she turned, her eyes closed and her cheeks scarlet with embarrassment as he helped her to lie down on the sofa.

The black leather was a perfect background for her creamy skin and her golden hair which fanned out around her perfect features. She looked like something from a man's wet dream. Her round pink nipples were raised above the round orbs of her lush breasts, thrust up by the half-bra, and the outline of her pussy lips was visible through the gossamer-thin scrap of the thong.

As Cindy, Tony and I watched, she seemed to tremble as she felt the cool leather against her bare back and Luca's hands on her legs when he secured her ankles to the leather restraints. A black silk scarf went over her eyes and another bound her wrists together. When he raised her arms above her head and attached her bound wrists to a hook she lay submissively with her breasts thrust up invitingly.

I could guess at the erotic sensation she was feeling and the thoughts, added to the spectacle, made my pussy tingle. Unable to see, she waited and wondered. The uncertainty, the slight edge of fear, would only heighten the arousal she felt.

Luca stepped back and he and Juan picked up their cameras, indicating to Morris that the filming was about to start. Morris had confidently stripped naked and his cock was already hard as he bent down, his tongue barely grazing the skin of a breast as he circled and teased just around the outside edge of a nipple. Paula gasped for air, as if she had been nervously holding her breath.

His mouth wrapped around a nipple suckling it into the heat of his mouth, and her back arched up off of the sofa, pressing her nipple further into his mouth. I saw saliva wash over her nipple before he licked it off, drew back and blew gently over the aroused tip.

I wasn't sure whether Paula was acting or not when she whimpered in her throat as he latched on again and suckled hungrily at her round plump breast. In my heated imagination I could almost feel the blood-engorged tip tightening up and sending jolts to her wet pussy. Perhaps remembering the role she should be playing, Paula muttered some kind of protest and twisted against her bonds. Or was she just reacting to her increasing lust?

Morris chuckled for the camera and moved to the other breast, flicking his tongue over the peak as his hand slid slowly over her taut belly. He pulled up off of her nipple slowly, tugging it with his lips before blowing on that one as well.

"I'm going to make you cum, bitch," he whispered, warming enthusiastically to his role.

If my reading of Paula was right I was sure that her body would want this; her pussy would be wet and her clit swelling little by little. I strained my eyes in search of any signs of moisture where the wisp of black material strained against the junction of her wide-spread thighs. Any attempts by her mind to hold onto her dignity would lose out to the lust building inside her. I knew how only too well how good Morris could be.

Her legs shook a little when he slowly licked up and down her flat belly, an indication that she was really getting into it now. He teased around her belly button, moving ever so slow down towards his goal.

The musky scent of her cunt that I remembered so well, would be reaching his nostrils and I felt my mouth watering in anticipation. My eyes were drawn to where his big stiff cock swayed with his movements. Paula pulled at her bonds, as if wanting to be free of his tormenting tongue and growled low in her throat. Suddenly he passed a finger over the line of her pussy and I knew she was wet enough when I saw the thin gauze sticking to her folds. The way her pussy lips were outlined reminded me a of a wet T-shirt contest.

He placed his fingers over her mound and would feel felt her heat through the damp material. He would want to taste her, and he undid the bow at the side of the thong and folded it back to reveal her trimmed gold pubes. The strong lights revealed the little droplets of her juices clinging to the downy hairs.

Running his tongue along her hip he tantalizingly moved down her inner thigh with gentle licks and kisses. She whimpered again and arched her back appealingly. Morris hunkered down between her thighs until his face was inches from her hot cunt gazing at the moist slit, there for the taking. What a cock-stirring prize for him after her refusal to allow cunnilingus until this vacation.

I heard Juan whisper something to Paula about acting, and she muttered some kind of protest to her supposed captor, rocking her head from side to side as if to shake off the blindfold.

The camcorder moved in for a close-up as Morris slid his hands under her firm young ass cheeks pulled her open wide as he leaned in to lick between her legs. He would be savoring her wonderful combination of sweet and musk that Cindy and I had enjoyed.

The rest of us followed Juan to get a better view, being careful to stay out of camera shot. Morris licked her quivering pussy right up to her anus. When he slipped two curved fingers into her cunt, he kept his tongue on her brown pucker and probed in with the pointed tip. I knew from Morris's comments to me that she guarded her ass jealously and he had never explored it. So when she twitched and pulled against her restraints I knew that it was genuine and not play acting.

"Nnn . . . no . . . ohhh," she moaned.

As we peered in from the side, his thumb started to flick her swollen clit while his tongue and fingers continued their action. Her feeble protests dried up and she wiggled her hips against him. In response, he suddenly removed his saturated fingers from her cunt and instead of his tongue, slid one of them right into her asshole. From the way that she groaned and tensed up, it was obvious that was a brand-new experience for the inhibited Paula. Then to my surprise she relaxed and melted like butter, pushing her hips eagerly against his hands.

Then still gently manipulating her ass he closed his lips around her now totally exposed clit. Her breathing had become erratic but now she gave a series of deep gasps. We could see the muscles tensing in her arms and legs and her heels dug into the bed as she attempted to thrust her hips forward.

Not wanting her to cum yet and to keep her on the boil, Morris released her clit and shoved most of his long sinewy tongue into her gaping slit. Lapping at it like a mad man, he sucked and tongued until her saliva drenched folds spread wide like an open flower and her hips were bucking against his face.

Juan clicked off the camcorder leaned down to him and whispered. Morris stopped licking and looked up, wringing mewling sounds of complaint from Paula. Beads of sweat were trickling down her face from under the silk mask and the black choker, and her normally silky hair was becoming tangled from her constant head shaking.

His face was covered with her cream and it dripped off his chin and onto his muscled chest. With a clear view we could see juices running down to her asshole and the insides of her creamy thighs were sticky with saliva and her essence.

Juan was giving Morris some instructions and we saw him look surprised and shake his head. However the photographer spoke urgently and eventually Morris nodded and climbed back between his wife's legs. As he did so, I was amazed to see Tony respond to a signal from Juan and step forward to the bound and helpless "captive".

Cindy and I were caught between surprise and desire as we watched Tony quickly strip to reveal his slim body and hard cock. He sprawled beside Paula and while Morris kept clear of her body, Tony closed his lips over hers in a slow, lingering, passionate kiss. For a moment she seemed to be responding, thinking it was her husband and then seemed to notice the difference.

"Ahggh . . . nuuhh . . . what . . ." she tried to say through Tony's enveloping mouth.

But even as she tried to pull her hands free, Morris slipped a cushion under her hips and entered her with one swoop of his big cock. Tony's hands were now on her breasts and everything seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Morris started to fuck her fully aroused cunt with long steady strokes and Tony's mouth moved to join his hands in enjoying those wonderful big firm breasts that he had been admiring.

"What . . . what . . . you said . . . oohhh fuck . . . ohhhh fuck," Paula moaned.

Then I saw something very interesting. In her struggles, Paula had actually managed to loosen the silk scarf around her wrists and it was hanging slackly. If she had wanted to, she could now use her arms to push Tony away. Instead her fingers were gripping the material, her knuckles white, as she gave the impression that her hands were still bound. Ahhh, I thought our little hottie is enjoying this -one more step on the road towards the wonderful world of uninhibited sex.

But even more was to come.

Luca put down the digital camera to join the other two in action. He loosened the restraints around her feet and like birds taking flight, they swung up and looped around Morris's waist as he fucked her steadily. Luca slipped off her stilettos and began to massage her feet and stroke her thighs above the black self-supports.

Paula moaned loudly; the sensations must have been wonderful. I was becoming jealous and desperately needed to stroke my clit. My pussy was so wet that I could feel it leaking.

Hands were on her feet, her ankles, her thighs, her breasts - and a hard cock was reaming her. Her flesh would be alive with sensations everywhere; on the soles of her feet, along the insides of her thighs, the tips of her nipples. Fingers stroked and caressed, pulled and teased; lips left wet trails over her breasts.

Then my attention focused on Morris as he made his, by now familiar, guttural orgasmic sound - almost a protest at the end of the pleasure. His arms shook as they tried to support him and he gave a final deep sigh and rolled over. As his wet cock slipped free it was followed by the usual trickle of thick white cum from her gaping cunt.

Morris was still catching his breath, when Juan, like a team coach bringing another player into the game, tapped Tony on the shoulder and nodded. Moving from her saliva drenched breasts, Tony lithely moved between her spread thighs. Paula offered no resistance as he folded her legs back against her breasts, her thighs pinned by his braced arms. With one hand he poised his thick shaft at her leaking hole and it slipped in smoothly, squeezing out more cum to trickle down her ass.

"What . . . who is . . . OH FUCK! Paula screamed breathlessly.

I noticed that she had forgotten about her supposed wrist bonds. Her fingers had released the scarf and her nails were digging into the leather sofa.

She now seemed to be captive to something other than restraints; her recently discovered, voracious sexual hunger was in total control.

Suddenly she ripped off her blindfold and gazed down at Tony as he fucked her. I held my breath as she hesitated for a second before reaching out to him. The fingers of one hand entwined in the waiter's curly black hair and the other gripped an arm for support as she bucked her hips up to meet the thrusts of his cock.

Juan was looking excited as he shuffled around to get the best shots of this hottie in full flow. He knew that no porn actress could simulate the genuine passion that Paula was displaying. I wondered whether in her arousal she was even aware of the camera or if it was even adding to her excitement.

I suddenly wondered how Morris was responding to seeing his wife thoroughly enjoying being fucked and handled by two men after all her previous sexual modesty. Was he delighted that she had turned into a hot slut or was he feeling jealous? Certainly his cock was stiffening again.

Juan muttered some instruction in Spanish and Tony dropped down on to his forearms. Arching his back his mouth closed on one of her big aroused pink nipples.

"Ohhhhh," she sighed cradling his head against her breast.

Supporting himself on his knees and one arm, he reached down under his groin to find her clit.

"Ooooooh yes . . . right there!" Paula moaned, her breath ragged and her legs visibly tensing as she crossed her ankles behind Tony's head.

Paula was loud when she came - almost as loud as me. Once again I heard her distinctive orgasmic sounds; a slowly rising series of squeaks which gradually built to a shrill crescendo of utter surrender to the pleasure. Juan wouldn't need to edit that cock-hardening sound. Indeed my own clit was poking against my thong, and unashamedly I pushed my hand down the waistbands of my skirt and thong to move the material away and give it a much-needed stroke.

As Paula legs slid down Tony's arms to sprawl on the sofa, the filming stopped. After more staccato instructions, Tony reluctantly withdrew his dripping erection. Paula lay still her eyes closed and arms folded across her breasts which still rose and fell steadily as her breathing returned to normal.

Juan now spoke to Morris where he sat nursing a semi-erection and then to Luca, just out of my earshot. I was distracted anyway as I stroked my clit, feeling left out of the action. Cindy noticed what I was doing and I shivered when, with an understanding grin, she slipped her hand under my top to fondle a breast.

Morris nodded agreement and the next surprise was when Luca quickly stripped to reveal a large bobbing erection. Meanwhile Morris had crouched down beside his wife stroking her hair and whispering to her. Paula, as if attempting to recover some slight form of modesty, had closed her legs together, concealing her dribbling pussy. When she felt Luca's hands drawing them apart, she raised her head, opened her eyes and started a feeble protest. As Morris continued to talk soothingly to her, and stroke her breasts she closed her eyes and lay back again.

As Juan focused his camera up close for the cum-licking shot, Luca lay down between her legs and parted her puffy spunk-smeared lips. He moved lower, his tongue flicking wildly over her pussy hole, lapping up her sweet juices as if hungry for more. He began to tongue fuck her as deeply and as quickly as he could, his whole head moving back and forth.

Paula was becoming more vocal in her reactions and started to mumble garbled words of encouragement from deep in her throat, as Morris sucked her nipples,

"Yees . . . ohhh . . . there . . . oh fuck, oh fuck . . ."

Luca kept it up for a few minutes and then moved up to her clit, while his fingers slipped into her sloppy slit. She began to tremble and buck against his probing fingers, as his lips sucked over her clit drawing it from the hood.

I fingered my clit with increasing urgency. I was more accustomed to be at the centre of the action than being a voyeur. Cindy toyed with my nipple and her other hand had vanished up her dress. I had briefly closed my eyes when Juan barked,

"Get on your hands and knees!"

This was a change of direction. It seemed that they had brought Paula to such a state of sexual arousal that she was now their unresisting fuck-toy. I marveled that only a few days ago she had been sexually naive.

Lacking the willpower to disobey she moved into the doggy position. When her eyes met mine they had that deep trance-like look of lust that I had seen previously but now they had a devilish glint. Her normally immaculate golden hair was bedraggled and matted with sweat and some stray strands stuck to her face. Her melon shaped breasts seemed swollen and larger than ever as, streaked with Morris's saliva, they swung temptingly beneath her. Who was going to take her I wondered, wishing that I was in her place as I fingered myself.

Juan switched on the video camera and got into position as Luca moved behind her. His erection was normal size but had a distinct curve like a bow and he rubbed it up and down her slit a few times grazing her clit with the head. Morris seemed to be encouraging her to talk dirty, but I somehow doubted if she was play-acting when she growled in a shaky voice,

"God dammit," she panted, rocking back and forth, "Fuck me!"

He took hold of her hips and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust. Paula cried out in a mixture of shock and pleasure, and he pulled back slowly, almost completely out of her, before slamming back into her again. The sound of his thighs slapping her ass began to sound in a steady rhythm.

Although still filming, Juan snapped at her again,

"Do you like that?"

"Yes," she panted.

"Is this what you like, slut?"

"YES!" She cried out louder.

"You like his cock in your tight little cunt don't you?" He growled.

"Ohhh yes," she responded.

What a quick learner, I thought, feeling a twinge of jealousy at the new slut on the block. Morris's eyes were wide with wonder. He had told me that she would never speak during sex.

"How badly do you want to cum Paula?"

"Badly . . . oh please I want to cum again," she wailed while Luca reamed her vigorously.

"Do you like your husband watching you being fucked?" He questioned.

When there was no response,

"DO YOU?" He yelled.

"Yes," she whimpered; her body quivering as she rocked from the thrusts of Luca.

Tony had been waiting patiently, stroking his thick shaft and when Juan waved his hand he knelt before Paula and offered her his cock. With a groan she opened her mouth and licked the head tentatively, perhaps still reluctant to take a dick into her mouth.

Skilful Tony took his time, just sliding it along her full wet lips, until she opened wider and the head popped over her tongue. She drew back once with a grimace but as Tony gently cradled the back of her head with one hand, his cock slipped in again.

Continuing to bounce back on Luca, her features relaxed into a blissful mask, her mouth feasting on one cock while being fucked by another. Juan kept moving his position to get the best angles, zooming in and out. I was slightly shaken by Paula's transformation but continued stroking my clit while Cindy now had both hands under her dress.

They must have felt it was time for another shot of Paula cumming for Luca moved his hand down to her clit. She groaned and her lips parted to engulf more of Tony's fat cock. Her cheeks fluttered as her tongue wiggled around it. His fingers threaded through her hair, tugging it to the side to reveal her face, and his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

"Mmm yeah . . . suck it baby . . . suck it from me..." His voice was thick and deep, his words urging her on.

Luca's free hand trailed up and down her back and I could see goose bumps on her pale silky skin. As her orgasm drew near, her movements picked up; her hips bucked faster and her hungry mouth seemed to be taking him deeper and deeper. Luca began to fuck her harder. She was being swayed from one to the other as her cunt and mouth were fucked thoroughly and she had to put a hand on Tony's belly to avoid being choked.

She came again suddenly. As she threw her head back, the cock slipped from her mouth and her squeals rang out. She twisted and turned, thrusting back, as her cunt clenched his cock with each contraction. We could see her juices flowing freely, and his balls were soaked in it. Her fingers dug into the sofa, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip as the pleasure clawed up her spine.

Juan called to Luca who yanked his cock out of her cunt immediately. As the camera focused, his hand stroked furiously and he shot load after load of spunk over her back. With the jerking of his hand, some spurts flew high and landed in her hair. The rest decorated her shoulder, down her back, until the final dribbles trickled onto her ass.

Paula collapsed forward lying in a heap on the sofa, her porcelain smooth skin gleaming with the sheen of sweat. Even as she panted for air and her body once more twitched and jerked with pleasure, Luca eased her onto her back.

Tony gave his cock a few final strokes and the camera captured another "money shot" as it's known in the trade, as he erupted over her unsuspecting face.

Fortunately her eyes were closed and as she lay still, thick jets of semen formed patterns all over her face. I watched in fascination as thick ribbons remained in place, interlinked across her forehead, eyelids, and lips. Then the pattern was disturbed as they started to slowly dribble down her cheeks. She made no attempt to wipe it away, and as the video camera continued to run, Tony ended the scene by gathering globs of semen on his fingers and smoothed it into her big pink nipples.

There she lay, her beautiful curvaceous body now turned into the image of a cum-slut. Luca grabbed his camera and took various still shots of the erotic spectacle which I was sure would sell well. Juan switched of his camcorder and gave a thumbs-up.

"That's it! Well done everyone."

I was by then desperate to cum. I would have grabbed Morris and fucked him senseless, except that I couldn't trust Juan not to film me. I grabbed Cindy,

"Where's the bathroom?" I demanded, and when Juan pointed, I dragged a surprised Cindy with me.

"What are you up to, you slut?" she asked, with a knowing twinkle in her eye.

As soon as I had slammed the bathroom door behind me, I pinned Cindy against the wall and dropped to my knees. I pulled her damp thong to the side and stuck a thumb into her slippery cunt, drawing a squeal from her. Then I plunged my mouth over her firm, protruding clit. Her hands were braced against the wall as she ground her dripping pussy into my face, moaning like crazy,

"Oh yeah . . . just like that baby . . ."

Like me she was obviously really worked up by what we had seen and she approached orgasm rapidly. As she came, her sticky juices squirted onto my lips and hand. I sat down on the toilet and pulled up my skirt, pulling Cindy towards me, scarcely giving her time to catch her breath. I leaned back and opened my legs,

"Fuck me Cindy, for fucks sake fuck me," I muttered.

She knelt and pulled down my thong, her fingers finding my clit and rubbing in small circles. The soft skilful touch was wonderful.

"Ohhh yes . . . ohhh yes," I sighed.

As previously, Cindy was brilliant at finding my elusive G-spot and her two hooked fingers went to work, dancing and stroking inside me. I pushed up my top and fingered my aroused nipples breathing through my mouth in short gasps. Like Cindy it didn't take me long,

"OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" I screamed, totally uncaring as to who heard me.

My unaccustomed role of spectator instead of participant had driven me wild it seemed. I rocked back and forward as a fierce orgasm rocketed through me, leaving me dizzy and shaky. Now I understood why so many people enjoyed being voyeurs of live sex.

When we washed and rejoined the others, everyone was fully dressed and Morris was proudly clinging to the disk which Juan had run off his computer as promised. No doubt Morris had already pocketed the substantial sheaf of Euros he had been promised.

Paula was pale and subdued, and Cindy and I rushed across to kiss her and make a fuss of her,

"You were brilliant . . . brilliant," I whispered in her ear. "I was jealous. Was it good?"

Looking reassured, Paula smiled sheepishly, and then blurted out.

"What the hell . . . Fuck yes, it was wonderful. I never thought that my body could respond like that."

Cindy and I joined her in typically female giggles as we made our way to the waiting taxi in the early hours of the morning. There was an air of companionship among us all on the short journey to the hotel, a sense of achievement and sexual fulfilment.

At breakfast the next morning we exchanged phone numbers as holiday friends often do, before we went off to pack for departure. I blew Tony a kiss from the other side of the room and he gave me his lovely smile.

Morris drew me to one side to thank me for everything that had happened on the vacation. He seemed very happy with the changes in Paula but I wondered if he realized what a can of worms he had opened. I recognized the raw, powerful sexuality in Paula - was she another Jill perhaps?

She had been suppressing it because of her oppressive, strict upbringing; but now it had broken free. I couldn't resist giving Morris my "agony aunt" parting words of advice.

"By all means try the swinging life if you want, Morris. But you might consider sticking to wonderful imaginative sex with just you and Paula. You don't want to lose her."

However, different rules applied to me -- the lone she-wolf without attachments. On the flight home I happily considered where I should go for my next vacation. I hadn't seen many of the tourist attractions on this one, but the sex had been great and my body was glowing and relaxed.

I had heard reports that the popular resort of Cancun in Mexico was the place for some great sex. I grinned; that will do me nicely I decided.