My Weekend as a Nudist
written by:
Jillbaby

My Weekend as a Nudist

Copyright © - 2012 - by Jillbaby.

In previous stories, I explained that when I was working as a model in the adult entertainment business, I liked to take vacations that involved lots of sex.

That sounds a bit strange since my modeling involved me in sexual contact every day. The posing I did for photos involved sex scenes with actual penetration, me sucking cock, and having my pussy licked for the camera.

However, they were only poses and never resulted in an orgasm for me. My natural exhibitionism and sexual appetite meant that I was always turned on by the posing and that made things worse. Okay, the photographers were pleased that my expression showed my arousal, but each day I was left frustrated and had to masturbate like mad when I got home.

was twenty-two then and it was difficult to find a steady boyfriend that suited me. Obviously, the thought of what I did for a living was either a turn-on for the men who wanted me just for sex or a turn-off for the ones who couldn't live with the idea of what I did during the day with other men. That's one of the reasons why I developed a taste for no strings attached sex with strangers when I get really horny.

Of course, vacations offer ideal opportunities for that and I'm sure that many single men and women who go on vacation without a partner are hoping for some sex. So anyway, this story is an account of a weekend that certainly achieved that aim.

It was early summer and I badly needed to let off some steam. I was being kept busy at work as they took advantage of the good weather for outdoor shoots, so I could only use a weekend for my break.

I knew from previous experience to book my trips abroad through one of the firms specializing in the eighteen to twenty-five age group. As I browsed the net, a listing for the Greek island of Skiathos caught my eye. The site included a private nudist beach. I had never been to a nudist site and decided to give it a try and to go on my own. I booked an apartment for two nights, returning on Sunday.

I arrived in Skiathos on a Friday, late-morning, reasonably fresh and raring to go after the four hour flight.

The accommodation was laid out in small apartment blocks around a restaurant and bar clubhouse and only two hundred yards from a beach of beautiful silver sand lapped by a sparkling blue sea.

My apartment was small but neat and functional; just a bedroom with en suite shower and toilet, and a small sitting area with a table and armchair. As soon as I had unpacked and had lunch in the restaurant, I bought a few snacks and a bottle of white wine to keep in the apartment fridge and went back to change for the beach.

The temperature was in the mid 70s, warm enough for me and there was only a light breeze from the sea. I was aware that this private beach catered for both naked and swimsuit clad users. It might seem strange, that I should even have hesitated about being naked bearing in mind my nude modeling and my taste for exhibitionism. However, since that was my first visit and I was on my own, I felt awkward about lying naked among the other sunbathers some of whom wore swimsuits, so I decided to keep on my bikini.

Not that it made a huge difference. It was a creation of string and three tiny triangles of white cloth that I wore only on vacation abroad. The two top patches allowed my springy breasts to bounce gently and naturally. They scarcely covered my nipples and the thin material did little to mask how they can turn to hard pointed erogenous zones in a few seconds.

The triangle of material over the mound of my pussy gave glimpses of the top of my landing strip when I moved and showed the outline of my waxed lips. From the back all that could be seen, was the white waistband string running around the swell of my hips and disappearing into the crack of my heart-shaped ass.

Even with the relaxed attitude at the site, it was a bit too daring to wear when off the beach. However, what I wore to cover it was far from modest. My tiny tight white shorts barely contained my firm round ass-cheeks. They rode so low on my hips that the waistband was a mere finger-width above the bikini bottom. The pink T-shirt clung to me like a second skin with a scooped neck that exposed most of my breasts.

I produced my key card for the attendant at the beach entrance and I was given a colored wristband to show that I was a guest. The site's private area of beach was regularly patrolled to keep out any non-residents. A large sign in various languages warned that no sexual activity of any kind was permitted and that police would deal with any offenders.

Bloody spoilsports, I chuckled to myself.

I strolled along the lines of sun shelters and as had been described on the website, they contained a mixture of clothed and naked people of around my age or younger. I found a vacant canopy near the edge of the sea and settled down. I was shielded from the direct rays of the sun but I had applied plenty of sun block earlier. I stretched out, relaxed and after my early morning start soon dozed off.

I was awakened by the sound of loud voices and I opened my eyes. About fifteen yards away two young men were throwing a brightly colored Frisbee to each other. They were very handsome, tall, around six feet and slim. I recognized their language as Italian.

They had the olive complexions, brooding eyes and floppy black hair that characterizes so many young Italian men in their twenties. They moved like athletes as they threw and caught the Frisbee.

But best of all they were naked!!

Despite my familiarity with nudity at work, it was a bizarre but arousing experience to see the naked bodies of these fit young men, not in sexual poses, but just moving naturally with their cocks swinging freely. One of the men had a normal sized dick, but the other's was big. It swayed limp and thick, like a big fat sausage.

Unashamedly I sat up, shading my eyes with my hand and watched their antics as they threw the Frisbee to each other. As they looked around to see who was watching them, I quickly formed the impression that they were looking for appropriate women. They gave me a few glances but quickly turned their attention to two naked young women who were giggling and sending out all the right signals.

In my bikini, I was no match for them and the men headed for the women and soon were sitting beside them chatting happily. I lay back in the partial privacy of my sun-shelter feeling disappointed and horny. I was hidden from the sides and there was nobody directly in front of me. On an impulse, I threw a towel over my waist and eased my bikini bottom down over my pussy.

As I expected, my fingers found moisture when they stroked my bare slit, and I settled down to enjoy a nice play. My other hand slipped down my belly to ease two fingers into my hot opening and my hips pushed up to meet them as I gently finger-fucked myself.

The fact that I was in public gave me as usual, the additional thrill that I craved. As I fondled my clit, my eyes were closed and I knew there was a risk that anyone standing close by might see the movements of the towel as my hands went to work. I just hoped that it wouldn't be one of the site inspectors who checked for sexual activity or I might be thrown off the beach.

My finger traced the line of my clit as responding to my images of the naked young men it swelled and pushed against its protective hood. I felt a stab of pleasure as the inside curve of my clit-hood ring pressed against the swelling bud.

As my arousal grew, I moved my left hand to one of my flushed breasts, and through the thin bikini top, tugged the nipple, sending a ripple of pleasure to my clit. I heard voices approaching. I was so close, but managed to force myself to stop. I lay still, breathing heavily in the ozone-scented air until the passers-by moved out of sight. If anything, the disturbance had increased my excitement and now I finger-fucked myself harder and deeper and my legs twitched as my fingers slapped against my clit again.

I imagined the Frisbee player with the big thick cock watching me, his erection growing steadily, and my hips started to buck demandingly at my hand. I wished that I had my big jelly vibe to push into me as my fingers danced around my clit and reamed my flooded pussy.

At last, the orgasm started in my toes and I had the presence of mind to free a hand to stuff the end of the towel into my mouth as my usual scream bubbled up in my throat. With the help of the towel, I managed to limit my sounds to strange-sounding gurgles as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

Finally, I collapsed back, totally spent, and breathing heavily as if I had just been jogging. I had the sudden thought that anyone who had been watching me might have imagined that I was having some kind of fit. However, I grinned at the idea that the bobbing of the towel from my hand movements could have been a give-away.

Satisfied for the moment, I dozed off for a while and eventually headed back to my accommodation. I noticed that the fit young men and the women they had been chatting with had disappeared. I had a good idea what they would be up to, and felt a pang of envy. Ah well, I told myself, there's still plenty of time for some adventure.

It occurred to me that there might be few men here on their own as men like to hunt in pairs and I wondered if I had slipped up by not bringing a female friend with me. But I am a bit of a lone wolf and enjoy the freedom to make my own choices. I was pretty sure that something would turn up.

After a pleasant dinner of kebabs and savory rice in the site restaurant, I considered taking a taxi into Skiathos Town to have a look at the shops and the nightlife. But then I learned that in the evening, after dinner finished, there was disco dancing in an open-air area outside the restaurant so I decided to give that a whirl.

I dressed in a white mid-thigh cotton dress that buttoned up the front, a white G-string and medium-heeled sandals that were comfortable for dancing.

The scene that greeted me looked promising. Tables were scattered around a small wooden dance floor that was packed with bodies gyrating to the pounding beat of the music and everyone seemed to be having a good time. I found a vacant table and I was immediately served by a smiling waiter. I sipped my vodka and tonic and took in the atmosphere.

The site catered for youngish visitors and it seemed that the dances were meant to encourage some sexy goings-on. The disk jockey kept making suggestive comments as he urged everybody to have a good time. Unusually for a disco-style dance, about every third or fourth tune was a slow number to encourage intimate close-up dancing.

After my second large drink, I began to enjoy myself. It was dusk, the lighting around the floor was soft and unobtrusive and the ambience very relaxing. When a tune with a good beat started, I made my way to the floor and found a space to dance. I really enjoy free-style dancing. It's a wonderful mix of physical relaxation and the opportunity to show off my body to no one in particular.

I was as one with the music; lost in my own daydreams as my body writhed and thrust, simulating the motions of sex which is the basis of good disco dancing. I tossed my long auburn hair and my hands stroked my curves, as if making love to my body. When I raised my arms high above my head and bent forward slightly, the lower half of the curves of my ass could be seen. With the narrow strap of the G-string concealed in the cleft, it would look as if I wasn't wearing panties.

Occasionally I slowly bent my knees and my undulating hips fucked the air from the cowgirl position. Of course, that made my dress slide way up my thighs to display virtually all of my toned legs. My nipples thrust hard at the thin material of my dress and I for one was certainly being turned on by my own exhibitionist display.

I sat down for each slow tune and sipped my drink as I recovered from my exertions. When I was dancing, it wasn't long before various men began circling me. In keeping with the usual game plan for this situation, I pretended to ignore them, while giving the occasional inviting glance from the corners of my eyes as I weighed up my choices.

Eventually one took my fancy. He was maybe a few years older than me and his body was lean and athletic; muscular but not bulky, just the way I like it. His long-sleeved tight white T-shirt gave a lovely view of his firm pectoral muscles as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. As he moved to the music, I marveled at how good his ass looked in his blue chinos.

I started to dart him glances and he moved closer. The stranger wasn't strikingly handsome but my heart gave a little flutter whenever I caught his steady intense gaze that never seemed to leave me. He had an air of quiet confidence and I began to direct my body movements at him. My hips swayed invitingly to the rhythm of the music as if I was responding to the touch of an unseen lover. The fingers of one hand stroked my lower belly as if I wanted to reach for my pussy.

He edged in and I swiveled on my heels to turn away while wiggling my ass at him.

"May I buy you a drink?"

I could just make out the whisper in my ear above the sound of the music. The accent sounded French and I looked over my shoulder into his brown eyes as they crinkled attractively in a smile. He joined me at my table and we ordered fresh drinks. His name, if I remember correctly, was Marc. By an unspoken agreement, we left out the fast tunes, and danced only to the slow numbers.

I love close-up dancing; swiveling my hips against a man's firm body, sliding my mound up and down his thigh until his cock hardens against me. In the dim lighting provided by only the stars and the colored bulbs around the dance floor there was very little actual dancing going on in the press of swaying bodies.

Marc seemed to have taken for granted that I was up for it and his hands soon began to rove over my body. The thin sundress offered very little protection as he stroked my ass and breasts. Elated by alcohol and the vacation atmosphere, I floated on waves of sensual pleasure in the sultry night air. Almost by reflex action, my leg slipped between his thighs and rubbed the hard line of his erection. Everyone seemed very uninhibited and I noticed that other couples were also enjoying a good grope.

Well, I was back in action again I thought happily.

A little moan escaped my lips when his hands gripped my buttocks and he gently dry-humped me. My breasts were swollen and tingling from all the caressing and my erect nipples bored into his chest. When he drew my hand onto the bulge of his hard-on, I pulled down his zip, slipped my hand into his boxers and stroked his hard cock with my fingertips as we shuffled to the music.

We were kissing, and sucking tongues greedily when I felt his hand down between our bodies fumbling at a button of my dress. I quivered as his fingers found their way into my dress and pushed inside the flimsy G-string. When they found my damp throbbing clit, my legs buckled for a second from the surge of pleasure.

That seemed to settle it for us. Marc led me off the floor and after locating his friend, managed to signal to him that we were leaving. We set off hand in hand for the short walk to my apartment, pausing for a kiss every now and then. He was French and spoke excellent English but there was no need for any discussion - it was a typical vacation hook-up and our bodies were doing all the talking.

As soon as my apartment door closed behind us, Marc swept my dress over my head leaving me in only my tiny white G-string and shoes. I groaned as my breasts filled his hands and he tugged at my already erect nipples, sending a burst of pleasure to my swollen clit.

I thrust my tongue into his mouth as our lips crushed together while I tugged frantically at his T-shirt until he stepped back and whipped it off, pressing my naked breasts to his bare muscular chest. My hands stroked the warm smooth flesh of his back for a moment before they slid around to his firm belly. While he stroked my breasts, I clumsily undid his belt, and fumbled with his zipper until I could push his chinos and boxers down far enough to release his erection.

I gasped as I held the hot firm flesh of his cock properly for the first time. I broke the kiss to look down and marveled at how small my hand looked against his hard throbbing shaft. I groaned and eased the silky flesh up and down as we renewed our kissing, our tongues dancing over each other.

Despite my desperation to have him inside me, I couldn't resist dropping to my knees where his hard dick bobbed in front of me. I inhaled the faint masculine musk and greedily pushed his pants down around his ankles as I stared happily at his long slender erection. With a groan, I bent forward to pull it down to me and take him into my mouth. Marc leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed as I sucked on his cock and licked his shaft from top to bottom. I heard him grunt with pleasure as I switched to licking his hairy balls, sucking them into my mouth one at a time.

I held his shaft and guided him back into my mouth. I seemed lost in a storm of desire as my hand moved faster and faster and I sucked him harder. Instinctively he began to fuck my mouth, his hips rocking backwards and forwards.

Marc grabbed my head, his fingers entwined in my hair and muttered something about stopping - but it was too late. He groaned loudly a split second before his body tensed, and the first jet of his thick semen surged into my mouth. I sucked hard, my lips sliding up and down his firm shaft as his cum poured into my mouth. I kept my mouth sealed around his cock, his veins throbbing against my lips as I sucked from him all he had to offer.

When he had finally emptied into my mouth I stood up, his cock still in my hand and smiled at him as I swallowed several times to clear the frothy mess in my mouth. As my lips moved, I felt a watery dribble escaping from the corner of my lips. I leaned forward to kiss him. At first, he hesitated and then my lips were on his, our tongues entwining as he tasted his own cum.

My pussy was throbbing like mad and I desperately needed to be fucked. In my excitement, I had overdone my cock sucking. But I needn't have worried.

His fingers slid inside the G-string and gently eased my swollen lips apart. One and then two fingers slid easily inside me through my wetness and I moaned against his mouth. My legs started to weaken as Marc reamed my clinging pussy but as if sensing it, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the bed.

I was laid down with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed as he knelt in front of me. I shuddered as he pulled off my G-string and plunged his tongue inside me. He lapped at my pussy and sucked on my lips, his tongue flicking everywhere. Flashes of pleasure hit me as his mouth and tongue worked tirelessly; along my slit, across my clit, down to my ass as I drew my legs up higher in encouragement.

My breathing was ragged as I grabbed his head with one hand and pulled him tighter to me. I could feel his nose rubbing against my clit as his long tongue reached inside me. Then he eased back a little and slid two hooked fingers inside me. He fucked me with them, slowly then faster, finding my G-spot easily. He was good and I blessed my luck or sixth sense in finding skilled lovers.

His tongue was on my clit now, licking and flicking in time with his fingers until I was squirming desperately, totally under his control and being brought to a peak of ecstasy. I screamed as I came with a rush and waves of pleasure flooded my body. Except for it not being with a cock, it was a perfect orgasm - a combined stimulus of my clit and pussy as they exploded together.

Even as I came, Marc kept his fingers working inside my pussy as my convulsing muscles gripped him tightly. He brought me down to earth slowly before standing up and lying beside me. This time it was me who tasted my juices as we kissed and our tongues slithered together. Reaching down, I took his cock and stroked him softly, feeling him slowly start to harden even though he had cum only minutes before.

Marc was on his side as I lay on my back, his hand resting lightly on my belly. He leaned over to kiss me, his cock pressing against the outside of my thigh as our lips met and our tongues explored.

His hand moved slowly downwards over my belly and I gasped in anticipation as his fingers moved towards my pussy. But then they were gone as he reached lower to run his fingertips over the soft skin on the insides of my thighs.

As he touched me, I felt his cock continuing to grow and I slid my hand along his stiffening shaft. His fingers were on my pussy now, teasing my clit before stroking through the sticky folds of skin to find their way inside me. His other hand was on my breast, caressing me and then teasing my nipple. As I groaned, he broke our long, lingering kiss and licked his way down to my other nipple, devouring it hungrily as he sucked it into his mouth.

Marc was rock hard in my hand now and my pussy, my whole body, was screaming out for him, needing his cock. He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My breasts were squashed against his chest and his cock hot and hard against my wet pussy. Our mouths were locked together as I wriggled against him, rubbing my pussy around his cock, trying to guide him inside me.

In desperation, I sat up and straddled him, his hands sliding around my hips and onto my ass. I reached down to hold his cock as it quivered beneath me. With a deep groan, I rubbed him against me, feeling his hot cock on my pussy for the first time. I eased down, pressing myself against the bulging head. I could feel him stretching me as my tight pussy opened for him.

I flexed my thighs and dropped down on him, my weight driving his cock inside me at last; my flowing juices making it easy for us. I sat still on him when he hit the top, savoring the sensation of his long cock trapped in my pussy and at my mercy. Then I began to slide up and down his dick. I tried to move slowly at first, enjoying the feel of him filling and stretching me. But within seconds, I was wildly bouncing up and down on him, my hands braced on his chest.

As my raging horniness increased, I leaned forward and grabbed the wooden bedstead for leverage, my breasts swaying above Marc's mouth. He bent forward to suck my nipples and breasts as his hips bounced off the bed to meet me, driving his cock into me faster and deeper as my cries became louder and louder.

I felt his fingers search for my clit. When they touched it, I immediately came again; my body on fire, my juices flooding from me around his cock. No sooner had my screams faded than Marc was rolling us over, still embedded in me as I lay on my back.

He fucked me smoothly as I reached up to cling again to the bedstead, my breasts bouncing with every driving thrust of his cock. Then he moved us again, his cock slipping out of me as he rolled me over into the doggie position.

He gripped my hips and drove his cock back inside my hot and willing pussy, every thrust triggering a wave of pleasure through my body. It was his turn to take control and he had me gasping and wailing as he fucked me senseless. This was turning out to be one of the best fucks I had enjoyed for a while, and again I marveled at my luck.

He held my hips as my breasts swayed wildly beneath me and he drove into me ever harder, our skin slapping together at each stroke. He was lasting well after his earlier orgasm. I felt his hands moving over my ass, pulling my cheeks apart a little as he stroked lightly over my tight rosebud. I shivered as his finger explored, wet with my gushing juices.

I froze for a split second as he slipped a finger deep into my ass. Then he was shagging me even harder and finger-fucking my ass. My hair thrashed from side to side as I swung my head wildly; totally lost in the erotic sensations I was receiving.

And then I cried out in disbelief as I came for the third time - most unusual for me in so short a time. A flurry of powerful spasms racked my body and then Marc was cumming at last. He muttered something and I felt powerful jets of his semen ejaculating into me, filling my throbbing pussy.

We held each other for a while and it felt comfortable, as if we were friends. This had been a totally honest physical encounter with no pretence from either of us. There didn't seem to be any need for words.

Eventually, Marc kissed me on the forehead and got up to dress. Before he left he muttered something about perhaps seeing me at the dance again, but I just smiled and nodded. I knew that a second time could never hold as much excitement and magic as our first fuck. There were plenty of other fish in the sea.

I fell asleep there and then, deliciously satisfied and uncaring about the cum that was inside me. My last thought was to wonder what tomorrow would bring.

It was late morning by the time I woke up. There was still a pleasant tingle in my pussy and I stretched lazily like a cat before getting up. When I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, a wicked smile crossed my face as I thought about the night before.

"Naughty girl," I scolded myself with a grin as I saw the smears of dried cum across my thighs.

My weekend had started just the way I'd wanted and I couldn't wait to see what the day would bring. This time I was definitely going nude on the beach. Those Frisbee guys hadn't escaped me yet.

I showered happily, enjoying the feel of my soapy hands running over every inch of my body and letting the water cascade over me to wash away the soap and bubbles. I dried quickly and headed for the cafeteria for a late breakfast of eggs and croissants.

Later, I went for a long walk along the public part of the beach enjoying the sweeping vistas along the beautiful curving coastline. I had a quick lunch and then it was time for an afternoon at the nudist beach.

Since I was going to be nude, there was no point in bothering with my bikini and I pulled on a flowered knee-length kaftan over my nakedness. My wedge-heeled sandals and a beach bag for my towel and bits and pieces completed my outfit. I decided to take a paperback, although I hoped I would be doing more than reading.

I wandered down to the site supermarket first and picked up a couple of bottles of water and some chocolate. As I walked the few hundred yards to the beach, I enjoyed, as always, the wonderful feeling of warm air wafting across my bare pussy. One of my pleasures in life is to go without panties when the weather is suitable.

As I walked, my breasts swung gently and they were outlined by the thin gauzy kaftan. I received a few appreciative glances from men. Once on the beach, I wandered along until I found an empty sun-shelter near where I had been the previous day. I dropped my bag and towel, took a deep breath and slipped out of my robe.

I lay down on the beach mattress and despite my enjoyment of discreet flashing, it felt strange to be completely naked in public, especially when some of the other people were wearing swimsuits. However, as I smoothed on some sun block oil my body began to respond and I felt a distinct buzz of arousal.

Although I was sheltered from the direct rays of the sun, I knew that I had to protect my body from the reflected sunlight. As I did my breasts, my nipples stiffened into erect points sending a tremor of pleasure down my spine, and it felt very sensual when I spread it over my belly. After a nervous glance around, I smoothed a dollop over my shaved pussy lips and of course, my clit began to firm up.

When I was finished, I settled down to read for a while. Various people went past but there was no sign of any suitable men. After a while, I heard familiar Italian voices and looked up eagerly to see the Frisbee players walking past a few yards away. They gave me an appraising look but to my disappointment continued out of sight.

Damn! I thought; don't they fancy me? But it occurred to me that they would be looking for two women together.

I must have dozed off in the warmth and wakened with a start. I gulped some water and ate a few pieces of chocolate. By now, the sun had moved and was shining on my ankles and feet. I sat up, reached for the sun oil and was stretching forward to do my feet when I was startled by a voice,

"Ciao signorina...can I help?"

I sat back and looked up, shading my eyes with my hand. The first thing I was aware of was a long fat cock swinging directly at eye level. I looked up at the speaker's face as another voice cut in,

"Or maybe I can?" I twisted the other way, my eyes opening wide in surprise.

I couldn't believe it. It was the Frisbee men!

"I see from your book that you are English...yes?" The first speaker said in a liquid Italian accent as he looked down at the lurid cover on my paperback.

His dark eyes flashed with excitement, "May we...?"

And without waiting for a response, the two naked young men put down their towels and beach bags and dropped down onto the canvas floor covering on each side of me.

For one of the few times in my life I was speechless and my mouth hung open as I searched for words.

"Ciao..." said the one with the fat cock, "I'm Mario and this is Carlo."

"Jill," I muttered, able to get a word out at last.

"May we then...?" Carlo asked, "Help that is..."

Fuck me...I thought; more in astonishment than hope. This was amazing even by my past experiences. Now these really were smooth operators. I thought back to the easy way these youths had picked up two women yesterday and it began to dawn on me that this really was a swinging type of vacation site. The promotional blurb on the web page about "exciting times for adventurous young people" had actually been accurate.

It seemed that lying naked around here was a clear invitation to be fucked. No wonder there had been lots of notices warning against doing it on the beach. Nudity was fine on selected sites, but Greece was still strict about "public decency."

I assumed that after these two passed me earlier they hadn't been able to find two willing women and had returned to me. I was still trying to come to terms with all this, when Mario continued with a gallant bow,

"Look, the sun is moving and getting to you Bella ...come on, roll over...we can't have you getting burned, can we?"

I was suddenly very aware of our nakedness and the way my nipples were tightening. I couldn't resist peeping at the two cocks just feet away from me and I was sure that they had hardened slightly since the last time I looked.

As if hypnotized, I rolled over on to my belly but instinctively kept my legs together. Understandably, they took that as a yes.

The next thing I knew was their firm but gentle oily hands sweeping lightly across me, smoothing the lotion into my hot skin. One pair moved across my back, then up onto my shoulders and neck where the treatment turned into more of a delightful massage.

Despite my nervous tension, I felt my body relaxing and responding to the sensual stroking. I could feel tingles running from my breasts to my pussy as their hands played across my skin.

I opened my eyes for a second to see that it was Mario working on my upper body. His hands moved downwards to my waist, and then confidently but briefly across my ass cheeks and back up the sides of my body; fingertips playing lightly across the outside of my breasts.

Meanwhile Carlo began to slowly and rhythmically move from my feet and up my calves, first one and then the other. After what seemed ages, his supple fingers moved onto the backs of my thighs and I began to tremble. Mario was still gently massaging my back and caressing the sides of my breasts where they were squeezed out by my weight. I was totally turned on, my clit had fully hardened and my pussy was creaming madly.

As Carlo continued, he gradually tried to spread my legs apart so that he could reach the insides; just a little pressure and then a bit more - very subtle and persuasive. At first, I resisted and kept closing them again. But he was persistent, and after I had closed my legs several times my willpower finally faded.

I gave up my resistance and my heart began to race as he slowly eased my thighs apart, inch by inch, and smoothed in the oil. With my thighs spread, I knew that he would have a great view of my pussy slit and I was sure that it was beginning to leak.

When I felt a towel being placed across my ass to conceal his actions from any passer-by, I knew what was going to happen. His well-oiled hands crept higher between my legs and the fingertips met the crease at the very top of the insides of my thighs, a fraction of an inch from my outer pussy lips. I tensed up expectantly; but tantalizingly they moved away again.

Carlo's fingers touched my lips - with both hands at the same time and I shuddered and moaned softly. That, plus my lack of protest gave him all the permission he needed.

Two long fingers had slid into my fired-up pussy and it grasped them hungrily. His other finger found my clit and both hands worked on me for a few glorious moments. Then they stopped, the fingers withdrew and Carlo leaned into me to whisper,

"Let's go back to your apartment."

By God, they were good. After getting me totally roused-up they guessed that I wasn't going to refuse. They were right of course. Without hesitation, I turned over, sat up and drew on my kaftan. The men produced shorts and sandals from their bags.

The Italians chattered away on our short walk back. They told me that they were students about to start their final year at University. They had noticed my clit-hood ring and asked the usual questions. However, in addition to not always understanding their broken English, I wasn't really listening. I was in an erotic trance and kept thinking that I was going to awaken from a wet dream.

I was bubbling with arousal, but even so I think I might have called a halt to what was about to happen if it hadn't seemed so right as part of this sexy vacation. Also, the men were so relaxed and charming about it all that they made it seem the most natural thing in the world to be picked up on a beach by two naked strangers.

As soon as we entered my apartment, they stepped towards me and it became frantic in contrast to our previous calmness. Mario reached me first, our lips blending as we kissed and our tongues meshed. I could feel Carlo pulling my Kaftan off and interrupting my kissing. Their previous cool was gone as they went at me wildly.

They seemed fascinated by my body and their hands were all over me, on my breasts my pussy and my ass. I twisted towards Carlo, kissing him in turn. Hot juices flooded my pussy as I felt their growing cocks through their shorts. We stumbled as I took turns kissing them.

Then they too were naked. Mario kissed me and I reached down to touch his big cock; the cock that I had longed to see erect. I wasn't disappointed as it pulsed in my fingers, long thick and rock hard. His groans met mine as our tongues explored. I gently jacked his shaft as his hands rested on my hips and pulled us closer together.

Behind me, I could feel Carlo's erection prodding against my back. As he stepped closer, he bent his knees and I felt it slip along the tight cleft between my cheeks until it was lying upwards against my streaming slit; our three bodies pressed together.

His arms came around me, his hands cupping my breasts and his fingers toying with my almost painfully erect nipples. His warm lips nuzzled my neck and even as I shuddered with elation from the attention that I was receiving, part of me marveled at my luck.

I twisted my head around, my lips meeting Carlo's a second after they left Mario's. As I kissed him, Mario was leaning down to suck hard on my nipples while Carlo held my breasts up to him. I moaned as Mario toyed with one nipple, and then the other, biting sucking kissing, licking. Mario left my breasts and ran his tongue down over my belly as he dropped to his knees.

As he moved lower, I pushed my hips forward to meet him and spread my feet apart, wantonly offering my pussy. I gave little gasps of delight as his tongue lashed across my clit before delving between my folds of skin and into my pussy. Carlo's fingers were running down between my cheeks and probing at my rectum. I was trapped between two competing sources of pleasure, and I pushed my ass back at him, wanting more.

Then I was moaning in frustration as Mario's mouth left my pussy. I eased forward towards him, only to feel Carlo's finger slip away. I rocked my hips in frustration wanting them both, wanting everything in a kind of sexual delirium.

Mario stood up, both their bodies pressed hard against me. I reached for both their cocks as their hands and mouths moved over my body. Slowly, they maneuvered me towards the bed until I was perched on the edge. As Carlo leaned over me, I pulled him between my legs, lay back and guided his hot cock to my slutty pussy.

I held it for just seconds and then it was inside me. I felt a delicious stretching as he pushed and I moaned loudly as Carlo's cock filled me all the way to the top.

For a few moments Mario watched, his thick cock in his hand, dripping pre-cum as he stroked himself slowly. I beckoned to him and he stepped closer, letting me reach out to hold him, to stroke him. He lay down and wriggled until he could feed his cock into my waiting mouth.

I sucked hungrily on it while Carlo rammed his cock into my pussy, driving my ass into the soft mattress with every powerful thrust. Mario was trying to fuck my throat and only my hand around his thick shaft held him back as I tried to concentrate on him over the blasts of delight from my pussy.

I find it very difficult to concentrate properly on a blowjob while trying to enjoy a fuck, so I pushed Mario away, saying "later...later." Fortunately, he accepted it and used his right hand to brush away some strands of hair that lay matted over my face.

Then, still gripping my hair, he leaned forward and proceeded to lick and nibble on my ear as a hand stroked my breasts. That was better and I wrapped my legs around Carlo, pulling him closer to me and rocking in time with his steady fucking.

Then I received a wonderful surprise as Mario's other hand slid down my belly to my pussy. With a finger just above his friend's thrusting cock, he found my swollen clit and began a rhythmic, circular motion around it. I had told them not to tug on the ring and he was very careful in giving it the lightest of flicks.

I gasped and grunted loudly at the extra stimulation from my clit, and shock waves of intense pleasure coursed through my body. This was even better than last night. I was being sent into a voluptuous frenzy by the combination of Carlo's cock and his friend's blissful work on my clit and nipples. Blood roared in my ears and I made gurgled and incoherent sounds of delight.

Gradually, my body began to spasm as I became overwhelmed by the intense stimuli. Then just as I was on the brink, I heard Carlo groan and there was the inevitable hot flood from his erupting cock. Mario's finger left me and as Carlo's cock slipped out, I was left high and dry - bursting with frustration.

I had lost all shame, and heard myself pleading, "Fuck me...please fuck me and..." as my fingers dug desperately into Mario's arm. I just wanted that big cock in me.

Quickly kneeling between my widespread legs, he looked down at me hungrily. Our eyes locked briefly in understanding; we both knew that what we were after was enjoyable fucking without any commitments and we were enjoying ourselves.

As his eyes shifted to my open pussy, he made himself even harder by stroking his big cock for a few seconds, offering it proudly to me as I gazed down at it. Then, without a word, he leaned forward and lined up his long thick cock with my cum-smeared slit.

I felt the head of his cock pressing against my lips but after the previous fuck and the leaking cum, it slipped in effortlessly despite its girth. Mario had been patient for such a young man, but now his passion boiled over and he rammed his cock in and out of me savagely.

"Yes...oh fuck yes..." I moaned softly.

He braced his arms to increase his leverage as if he was doing push ups. To ease the stinging but pleasurable impact of his cock as he hit the top, I swung my legs around his waist stretching my pussy to its fullest extent. My hands griped his ass feeling his buttock muscles contracting with each stroke.

Carlo had warmed me up nicely and now I was being fucked senseless and loving it. As my body rocked back and forth, I seemed to forget about my normal quest for an orgasm and just floated on a cloud of voluptuous joy. I started moaning loudly, and heard myself say,

"That's so fucking good...so good...go on...fuck me hard..."

Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut, for my words seemed to spur him into a final frenzy and after a flurry of very fast strokes, he came inside me with a hot gush.

As he sat back on his haunches and his cock plopped out, I was desperate. Without hesitation or shame, I closed my eyes and began to strum my clit. My breathing was ragged as my fingertips danced and I teased the hard nub of flesh. My other hand found my sopping opening and the feel of the slippery cum only increased my excitement.

I slipped two fingers inside; searching out the spot that I knew would drive me to an explosive orgasm in seconds. I had just found my G-spot when I received an unexpected boost. Fingers of one of the men gripped both my distended nipples and squeezed gently; that did it and I finally came with a long piercing wail of delight and relief.

As a powerful orgasm washed over me I drew up my legs with my feet hanging loosely in the air, and my toes curled tightly. My pussy gripped my fingers and I rocked back and forth on them as my body bucked wildly while the orgasm continued tearing its way through my entire body. Eventually I flopped back in exhaustion. There was total silence; had the men gone? I opened my eyes to see them gazing down at me with a touch of awe in their eyes.

"Magnifico..." Mario praised.

"Si...splendido..." Carlo added.

I got the feeling that they were impressed by my masturbation and orgasm, but I was too stunned-out to care.

"There's some cold wine in the fridge," I told them, "I could do with a glass...and please help yourselves."

After they had been to the bathroom, I too, went for a pee and gave my leaking pussy a brief wipe. When I got back, they were lying on the bed taking turns to drink the wine from the bottle. Carlo held out to me the only glass available and I squeezed down between them, drinking the cool white wine thirstily.

As soon as I had emptied the glass, their hands were on me, sliding over my thighs and belly then up onto my breasts. They were both leaning over me, their hardening cocks rubbing against me and their mouths each licking and sucking at a taut nipple.

I moaned as I held their heads to me as they licked and sucked while their hands roamed over my belly and thighs. It wasn't long before my horniness started to rev-up again and I reached to hold their stiffening cocks.

Just wait until I tell my modeling friends about this - they'll be green with envy, I thought happily, as I basked in the men's attentions to my tingling body.

I spread my legs apart as one hand found my clit, and another my pussy. I felt fingers inside me, fucking me slowly while other fingers swirled around my clit, tweaking the ring and stroking my sensitive bud. I couldn't tell whose hands were doing what.

Mario's tongue was leaving a trail as he moved away from my breast, and kissed and licked across my belly. They changed positions and he ended up kneeling between my legs as his tongue probed at my clit and pussy. I was delighted that European men didn't seem to mind licking cum-filled pussies, because some back home weren't too keen.

Then his tongue was inside me, his fingers on my clit as Carlo sucked one breast and caressed the other. Carlo was nearest to me and I reached for him, hearing him grunt as I slid the skin back from his smooth cock head. He moved to straddle my head, leaning forward awkwardly as he positioned his semi-hard cock at my mouth. I sucked gently noting from the taste of semen and my juices that he hadn't washed.

We stayed like that, linked together, tongue fucking and sucking for what seemed ages. Then they moved around, and I sucked Mario while his friend was licking me. I was cautious when blowing each man for I didn't want to make them cum too soon. My insatiable pussy was ready for more cock. They had made a few attempts to go for my ass, but I was still fairly inexperienced at anal at that time and I told them no.

Then they were ready again.

Carlo threw himself on his back with his cock swaying against his flat belly. I straddled him quickly, both of us panting with eagerness as I fed his cock into my slippery pussy. I leaned down onto him, my breasts squashed against him, my pointed nipples grinding into his chest as our mouths locked together. He slowly eased up his hips until his cock was sheathed fully inside me - right to the balls.

My walls stretched to accommodate him and we held it there for a moment, enjoying the mutual pleasure while my hot wet pussy throbbed around him.

Then I sat up and began to ride him slowly. My hips slid up and down in a sinuous, almost lazy motion as I twisted and turned on his rigid cock. Mario waited patiently knowing that I preferred not to give head while being fucked.

They decided on a team action. After Mario tapped him on the shoulder and said something in Italian, Carlo rolled me over onto my back. He pulled out and Mario took his turn at fucking me.

After having earlier received two loads of cum, my pussy was making a squishy sound as his cock sank into me. I knew that there would be a mass of foaming goo around my slit. However, sloppy seconds didn't seem to bother these two.

I had closed the window to try to confine the screams that I knew I would be making and the room reeked of the musky erotic odors of sex. They kept swapping like that. It was as if they were holding a competition to see who could last the longest. As they took turns at fucking me, my body jerked and writhed under their driving cocks.

My knuckles were white as I clung to the end of the bed, gasping and moaning from the non-stop onslaught of pleasure as their cocks reamed my throbbing pussy and I could hardly catch my breath. I had been wallowing in the wonderful friction in my pussy for ages. But my legs began to tire from gripping around their neck or waist and the need for an orgasm became intense. Ridiculously, it seemed ages since I had last cum although it was only around half an hour or so ago.

They were so intent on their own staying power that they had been neglecting my clit and I reached down for it. Once again, I was having to attend to myself but I couldn't complain about the steady fucking I was receiving. As always, the combination of clit and pussy stimulation worked quickly.

Just as I was on the verge, Carlo stroked my hair and that simple touch gave me a final stimulus. I gasped and arched my back as my clit exploded into orgasm and sent ripples of intense pleasure to my brain. My pussy convulsed rhythmically around the fat cock and as always, I screamed in time with my writhing hips.

Finally, my hips stopped moving and I realized that Mario was still inside me but had gone still. His head was bowed and I realized that he had cum without me noticing. The clutching orgasmic contractions of my pussy often finish off the man who's fucking me.

The two men exchanged high fives as Carlo replaced his friend and began to fuck me. It was a slow pleasant session and I enjoyed it in a relaxed way. My urgent need had gone and I lay back and enjoyed it It wasn't very long before Carlo finished with a loud satisfied grunt and added another surge of semen to my drenched pussy.

With passion spent, they didn't linger long. Muttering something about being ready for dinner, they kissed me and left saying that they hoped to see me again on the beach. I didn't mind because I too was very satisfied and content and I was ready for a rest and some personal time.

Things couldn't have gone better and I felt great. After a long shower, I had a nap for an hour and took a taxi into town. After a lovely dinner in a restaurant, I finally got around to more normal tourist activity. I spent the evening browsing the shops and the bustling seafront, and enjoying a quiet drink by the ocean while the sun set. I even resisted the temptation and waved away a few attempts to pick me up.

On the morning flight home, I enjoyed re-playing in my mind the wonderful sex I'd enjoyed. My body was relaxed and my mind at ease and despite my efforts, I couldn't quite decide which of my many orgasms had been the best.

I made up my mind to visit there again but with a female friend this time. Now, the new girl Jana might be interested, I thought.

By Jillbaby.