Nude weekend - Sunday, the final chapter.

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Sharon stretched calmly across the bed as the noise from the guests roused her for the final day of her first carnal weekend. Being a heavy sleeper, she was not at all surprised to find that Marcus was not beside her and that Lisa was also missing, leaving a naked man sprawled face down across the now lowered cushioned platform.

A glass of water rested on the bedside table and she took a lengthy gulp, enjoying the feeling of the cold liquid refreshing her senses.

She looked down at her bald pussy and ran her fingers around the soft pink skin. Anna had done a fine job, but she was yet to show anyone, other than the men she'd fucked previously, her new look.

The man on the platform rolled over and his cock popped up, firm and hard from the early morning hormonal peak. He didn't wake through and as enticing as it was, Sharon withstood the temptation to mount him.

Keen, but also a little bit nervous, Sharon sauntered out into the hall just as two couples, fully clothed and being farewelled by the naked remainders, passed by.

None of them even really noticed Sharon as they brushed past her and exited.

To her left in the main living area there were six people mingling around the dining table, chomping away at their brunch.

Opposite her though was another bedroom and she could hear the faint sound of sexual activity sneaking out from behind the partially closed door.

Excitedly she pushed the door open only to be disappointed to find a video playing to an empty room.

Sharon watched the young girl being spit-roasted for a moment before being startled by a hand being placed on her shoulder.

"Oh for fuck," she said when she saw Marcus standing behind her.

"Settle petal," he laughed. "Getting into the movie were you?"

"Well," she gave him a kiss on the lips, "Not much happening around here at the moment."

Marcus raised his eyebrows and smiling said, "Someone wore most of the men out this morning."

Sharon just smiled back and grabbed his cock. "I hope this one still has some fuel in the tank."

Marcus reached down to her pussy but as soon as he discovered that there was nothing there his eyes opened in surprise and he pulled back for a better view.

"My, my, my," he said and striking a pose of the Thinker by Rodin, he gazed up and down her torso. "I'm not sure about the shaved pussy. I think I need to examine it a bit more closely."

Playing the tease, Sharon slapped his hand away before embracing him fully.

"I'm hungry and I really need a cup of tea," she said.

Marcus kissed her on the forehead and took her by the hand. "So do I. Let's eat."

The barbecue outside had caught on fire and Peter was trying to dampen the flames, a job that allowed him to wear an apron. An apron that had a naked woman emblazoned down the front of it.

"Peter makes a fine woman, but a crap cook," Marcus said.

Sharon counted only ten people left. Tom and Mark were watching a music show on the television, Lisa and Phil were next to them cuddling on the lounge, Caz was in the kitchen with Neil and Ellen, and everyone else was unknown. When she glanced at the clock, she discovered why.

"Ten to eleven!" She exclaimed, "Wow, that's pretty late for me. No wonder nearly everyone's gone."

"They all had to get to church," Neil said causing Sharon to chuckle. "No, seriously," he said noticing her disbelief. "Many of them have gone to church."

"Religion doesn't always exclude hedonism," Tom said, "Most of the time it does, but not these guys." He glanced down at Sharon's pussy and smiled. "Nice haircut."

Mark looked over and clapped his hands. "Nice. Come over here and we'll test it out."

Sharon giggled and held up her hand. "Right now I need something more sustaining than dicks."

Marcus passed her a cup of tea and the casual nature of the morning returned. They ate breakfast, talked crap about the cricket and Sharon forlornly watched as the numbers continued to dwindle.

"We're off soon too," Lisa said, "We have to go to Phil's parents for lunch."

"What?" Sharon pointed at her bare pussy in exasperation, "So I'm subjecting myself to an itchy regrowth period for nothing!"

"Hey," Mark pointed at Tom, "We're still here."

Tom grabbed his dick, stroked it a few times and winked at her.

Marcus shook his head in mock despair as Sharon placed her cup of tea down, spun on her seat and sauntered over to the two men who automatically made extra room between each other.

"So, what are we watching here?"

"Rage," Tom said. "It's crap this morning though. Top 40 rubbish."

"There's a better show viewing in that room down the hall," Sharon sat between the two men and placed a cushion over her waist, deliberately hiding her pussy from view

"And what would that be?" Mark turned on his side, bending a knee up onto the lounge.

"Oh, well it was two guys fucking a woman, but that scene could well be over."

"Sounds like your kind of scene," Lisa said.

Sharon smiled at the comment but didn't reply. Instead she reached out and stroked first Mark's, and then Tom's cock.

"Hmm, threesomes are so passé," she winked at Lisa.

Lisa looked at Phil who glanced at the clock before shaking his head and saying "We have to go in ten. We should start to get ready."

"Did you guys catch the train?" Neil asked from the kitchen.

"Sure did," Phil said as he rose from the lounge, leaving Lisa to fall across it. When Lisa saw Sharon move the pillow away from her waist, allowing the two men access to her bare quim, she slunk down onto the floor, and like a panther, crawled across the room towards them.

Sharon smiled as Lisa, with a look of desire writ plain across her face, began to kiss and lick up her leg. Tom turned Sharon's face towards her and they began to kiss as Mark slid his hand down to her naked wetness.

"Oh come on," Phil called out, "Lisa, we really need to go soon."

Lisa just smiled and shrugged before returning to teasing Sharon.

"Don't go," Sharon begged "Just one more session, pleeeeaaaaasssee?"

Mark started to suck on her left tit as he fingered her wet pussy. Lisa ran her tongue along her inner thigh before finally, and with great relief for Sharon, slid her tongue across Mark's fingers and into her waiting hole.

Mark concentrated his fingers on flicking her extended bean, rubbing and massaging the sensitive nub.

"I like this new feel," he said, "Feels good on my hand anyway."

In answering, Sharon raised her eyebrows at him and reached down once more to his hard cock. Sharon caught Marcus staring at her from the kitchen. He was sitting nonchalantly back, sipping on a cup of coffee as he watched the foursome unfold.

Tom hopped up on the lounge and held his rigid cock up to Sharon's lips, lips that rapidly encased the engorged head before sliding along its hard shaft.

Sharon, as she sucked Tom, swapped her gaze from Marcus to Caz and back again, several times over until Caz worked out what it was that she wanted.

Caz came up to Marcus and squatting down next to him, whispered in his ear, "I think that she may want you to be the first."

"First?" Marcus asked, not quite getting what she was on about.

"Her new pussy," Caz reached over and grabbed his semi-hard cock, "I think she wants you to fuck her before either of the others do."

"Oh," Marcus smiled and put his coffee cup down, "Well, I might need a hand to get hard quickly, she is quite busy at the moment."

They looked over at Sharon who was now sucking royally on Tom's cock as Mark mirrored the position on the opposite side, offering Sharon his cock as well. Lisa was busy licking and sliding three or four fingers into Sharon's aroused cunt.

Marcus helped Caz up as he arose from the chair and led her by the hand over next to the four.

"Lisa!" Phil called out, with an even greater tone of impatience, but he was cut short by Neil who made him an offer.

"Where do you live?" Neil asked.

"Strathfield," Phil replied, "Well near there anyway."

"Bloody hell mate, don't worry about it, I can give you a lift to your door, we go straight past Strathfield."

Phil checked out the group and looked at the clock once more, "Fair enough. Thanks mate."

"Anything to keep the peace. Happy wife, happy life."

Ellen coughed to attract the two men's attention and held her hands out to the side as if to ask ‘What about me?'.

"Phil" Neil said, "I think Ellen's feeling a bit left out."

Peter threw the tea towel he was holding onto the bench and said, "so much for washing up."

"Well Neil," Phil took Ellen by the hand, "I'll take Ellen upstairs, there's no room on the lounge. Pete, care to join us?"

Peter looked around the room, at his wife Caz who was on her knees sucking Marcus to hardness, to the four on the lounge and back to the petite form of Ellen.

"Let's go," he moved towards the stairs, but was stopped by Ellen who refused to budge.

"I'm not missing out on this," she said, pulling her hand away from Peter. "And we started this on the kitchen table, let's finish it there."

Marcus held the back of Caz's head and gently fucked into her as he watched Sharon swapping from one cock to another.

Lisa looked back over her shoulder at Marcus and with a nod of the head, beckoned him over. Marcus was quickly replaced by a horny Neil who was more than happy to be able to stay longer. Sharon moaned excitedly as she saw Marcus, his long cock bobbing proudly in front of himself, approaching.

"Fuck me," she called out in wild desire, "fuck me nice and hard."

Just as Marcus got there Lisa knelt up and sucked his dick into her mouth, leaving a long trail of spit hanging from his knob. Sharon shuffled forward and with the support of Mark and Tom, who grabbed her by the back of the knees, she spread her legs wide open.

Marcus knelt on the rug and rubbed his cock along her wet slit, smearing the combined fluids of her own nectar, and Lisa's saliva around the newly naked folds of Sharon's cunt.

"Stick it in baby," Sharon begged, "Fuck me, fuck my little pussy." Marcus had to admit that it felt nice as he ran his cock around her nude pussy, her clitoris protruded elegantly as he ran his knob over it.

"Fuck her man," Mark said, "Fuck her nice and hard and cum in that pussy, I'll fuck her straight after."

"Fuck me together," Sharon moaned softly, as if in a daze. "Fuck my holes, fuck me hard."

Marcus could resist no longer and with Mark reaching down and rubbing her clit and Marcus slamming his cock in to the hilt, Sharon screamed out in ecstasy as an orgasm of cataclysmic dimensions tore through her body.

"Ahhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried out but was quickly muffled by Tom's cock as he returned to fucking her face with a fervour.

Sharon's cunt was making a slopping sound as her orgasm released even more of her thick, smooth nectar. Marcus's balls were slapping against her arsehole as he drove his cock into her, hitting her cervix whenever he bottomed out. Lisa, watching and masturbating from her position on the floor, crawled over to Marcus and began kneading and massaging his tightening ball bag.

Both Mark and Tom were squeezing her tits, tugging and twisting her nipples as she alternated from one cock to another. Lisa started licking Marcus's balls as he pounded into the squirming Sharon.

Ellen and Caz, having now blown Neil, Peter and Phil to hardness, climbed up onto the dining table and lay down, head to toe. Lisa, on seeing the new dynamic occurring, released Marcus's balls from her velvet grip and joined the other two lustful ladies on the table.

Without even an excuse me, Tom withdrew from Sharon's mouth and headed over to the growing throng of naked fuckers on the table.

Mark, grasping the opportunity of having Sharon's mouth, and her exquisite cock-sucking skills, at his disposal, stood up and threw a leg either side of her twisting, aroused body. Marcus slid one hand up to Sharon's right nipple and massaged her hard clit with the other. He watched in fascination as Mark began to fuck her face with a gusto. His heavy balls swung low and in rhythm as he slammed into her gurgling, moaning mouth.

"Fuck, you're good at this," Mark emphatically said, "Such a hot fuck, such a gorgeous little woman for us all to enjoy."

"Here, here," Marcus said, plowing into her super wet and horny pussy and watching her drool all over her chest as Mark pistoned into her. "She just loves cocks, don't you? Love having them fucking your holes, love feeling them cum in your mouth, over your face, in your cunt."

Sharon began pulling on Mark's cock and squeezing his balls as he fucked her face. At times she would pull it out, take a deep breath, moan, lick along its base to his balls, suck them into her mouth as she wanked its length, before going back to running her deft tongue around his knob, tasting the tang of his oozing ejaculant.

Marcus pulled his cock out, and after examining her open pussy, began to lick at her moist quim. Sharon bucked her hips wildly as Marcus sucked her clit into his lips, flicking it with his tongue, pressing down onto the nerve ending of delight that her nub was.

"Oh god, oh for fuck's sake," she moaned. "Fuck me, both of you fuck me."

Mark immediately flicked his body back onto the lounge and sat back, holding his glistening, saliva coated cock in his hand. "Come on babe, ride this one," he said.

Sharon, her body bristling with urgency, climbed atop Mark initially facing him, but after quick consideration, flipped over into the reverse cowboy position. She rested back onto Mark's heaving chest and after spitting down onto his cock, slowly slid it into her arse.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's the way, ride my cock," Mark cried out as he watched his cock disappear up her arsehole. "Oh lord that's tight."

Marcus was impressed with the speed and eagerness with which Sharon mounted and rode Mark's hard cock. So rapt in her own delight she lay back further onto Mark and as he began to squeeze her tits, she ran her hands down to her pussy, began to rub her clit with one hand, and finger fuck herself with the other. Marcus watched her pleasure herself as he stroked his cock. Her beauty astounded him. The way she threw herself into any sexual activity with such abandon excited him immensely. Thinking that this may well be the last session of the weekend, Marcus decided a blowjob was in order. He stood up on the lounge and straddled the two of them as they awoke from their sexual torpor.

"Yeah fuck her mouth, man. She fucking loves it," Mark said as he quickened up the pace of his anal reaming.

Marcus ran his cock along her lips, drawing a string of pre-cum across her cheeks. Teasing her, as she reached forward with her mouth he would dip his cock in, then pull it out again. To fight back Sharon the closed her mouth and as he offered it to her, she turned her head away.

"Ha!," Marcus said, "Well played."

Sharon laughed and looked up at his wanting, needy face, "Well, are you going to fuck me or not? Or will I get Tom to?" They looked over to the table that with legs spread and poking up everywhere, looked a lot like an upended spider.

Tom was fucking Caz as Neil fucked her mouth. Lisa and Ellen were head to tail as Peter and Phil took turns fucking either a pussy, or a pout. Tom had no intention of stopping fucking the middle-aged school teacher on the table.

Marcus held his cock away from Sharon who, momentarily, was going to suck him off, and hopped down onto the floor. Sharon spread her legs even wider and Marcus watched as her pussy opened like an iris in flower.

With no teasing, no rubbing his cock around her labia, Marcus got into position and listened to her wail as he slid his cock in to the hilt.

""Ahh for fuck's...," Sharon screamed in orgasmic bliss as the feeling of two hard cocks filling her up, tripped the orgasm switch once again.

The flood of juice from her hot pussy warmed and oiled Marcus's cock, and extra dripped down, lubricating Mark's thick prick.

The two men stepped into a nice rhythm as they sawed into Sharon's dopamine rich body. In her higher state, Sharon began to kiss Marcus as they fucked, her tongue delving deep into his mouth. She began to whisper to him as they fucked, not words of love, but crudities, the type of language that churches wanted banned.

"Fuck my dirty cunt, fill me with cum, fuck my arse, shove your cocks in, cum on my face, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned softly.

Marcus and Mark stepped up the pace as she continue her lewd language.

"Fill me with cocks and cum, fuck my face, cum on my tits, lick me out, lick my clit, suck my tits, oh fuck, oh fuck...."

Her eyes rolled back into her head as an orgasm, that was as unexpected to herself as it was to Marcus and Mark, shook her to the very core of her being.

Her spasming pussy and extra fluids sent Marcus over the edge as well and he buried himself in deep as his cock exploded, coating her inner depths with his thick jizz.

"Oh I'm cumming, oh fuck, oh God that's good."

"I'm close too, man," Mark said from below, "Pull out, let me in."

Marcus slid his cock out of Sharon's newly shaved cunt and stood up. Rubbing his sensitive knob he watched as Mark pulled his cock out of her arse and then lowered her threshing body back down on his cock, a cock that was now in her pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah, babe. That's it, fuck that cock, fuck it hard," he called out.

Sharon leaned forward so that she was bent over at the hips and began to pound up and down on his cock, Marcus's cum coated Mark's cock as she pistoned up and down. In the position that she was Marcus took her by the hair and offered her his waning cock to clean, a job she accepted with enthusiasm.

Over on the table the action on the lounge had brought Caz to a screaming climax that was silenced by Neil cumming into her mouth. Tom joined in moments later by pulling out of her pussy, dashing around the table and squirting whatever left that he had atop Neil's.

"I think that Caz, being the host, should be the final recipient from today. Don't you think?" Tom asked them all.

"Fuck yeah," Mark called out, "what a great host she is."

Sharon angled herself off Mark and fell back onto the lounge, rubbing her pussy as soon as she landed.

Peter helped Caz off the table and on a thin mattress on the ground she knelt down, her arse resting on the back of her elbows. Her right hand began frigging her pussy as the three men began wanking and taking turns being blown by her hungry mouth.

Marcus, his nut sack empty, lay in behind Sharon and they spooned and watched the blow bang occur. Marcus rubbed his free hand around her hips, relishing the soft touch of her young, soft skin.

Mark, Peter and Phil stood around Caz wanking their cocks as she frigged herself and squeezed her tits.

"Come on boys," she urged them, "cum on my face , cum in my mouth."

Peter moved forward and slid his cock into her mouth and Caz reached up on either side of him, grabbing a hold of Mark and Phil's cocks.

Caz twisted her hands around the greasy poles of Mark and Phil like she was revving a motorcycle.

Peter took matters in hand and began a rapid wank of his prick as Caz eyeballed him and lolled her tongue out, waiting for another load from her beloved husband. He didn't disappoint and a thin stream of his spunk shot out along her tongue, coating it like icing on a cake.

"My turn," Mark urgently said, taking his cock and aiming it at Caz's still open mouth. With two good slow, firm strokes, his dick exploded, sending one streaking across her cheek, the other, less forceful ejaculation, rested also onto her tongue. She could feel the thick unction begin to slide down her throat and its passage was soon aided by the weight of Phil's substantial final load.

"Holy, fucking moly," he said as his feet arched up and he stood there, on his tippy toes, wanking his cock on top of the thinning loads of Mark and Peter.

Caz wiped what little had seeped out of the corner of her mouth, and what remained on her chin, and scooped it into her mouth. Then with a wink to her husband, tilted her head back and slid it down her throat.

Spontaneous applause rose from the group as they hugged, kissed and patted Caz, and each other.

"Nice work guys," Peter said, "Pity it has to end so early on a Sunday, but it's been one of our finest."

"Hear, hear," Neil said, "And welcome especially to the lovely Sharon who has fit in quite perfectly."

Sharon curtsied and thanked them all.

"I might grab a lift with you as well," Tom said to Neil, "If there's room. Just to the station will be okay."

"I'm right," Mark said, "I'm parked down the street."

"All sorted then," Caz stepped over to Sharon and gave her a hug. "What are your plans?"

Sharon glanced at Marcus who simply shrugged and said "I've got nothing planned for the rest of the day."

"Can we hang around?" Sharon asked.

"Of course you can," Caz said, "I just need to go do some shopping, supplies are low."

"Cool," Sharon grabbed Marcus and directed him out to the pool. "Swim?"

"Why not" he said before breaking her grasp and running headlong into the turquoise water.

The pair frolicked, groped and kissed in the water as the others showered and dressed.

Seven clothed and refreshed guests appeared at the end of the pool and bid the pair farewell, leaving Peter standing amongst them, looking strange in his nudity.

"Is that it then?" Sharon whispered to Marcus and grabbed his dick.

"Well," he nodded to Peter, "Peter's still here."

"I did say that threesomes are so passe`."

"Surely not," Marcus laughed, "Let's wait the hour or so for Caz to return, shall we?"

"But a threesome would be nice I suppose," she shivered a little as she said it.

"Can we wait just a bit," Marcus said before lifting himself out of the pool and twisting around to dangle his legs in. Sharon came up between his legs and took his cock in hand.

"No more lead in the old pencil then?"

"Plenty," he said, feeling the urge returning. "Just don't want to spoil you."

Sharon pulled herself away from him and dipped herself under the water, "Nor you," she said as she quickly came up for air.

Peter came out to the pool and seeing Sharon rolling around in the water, squatted down next to Marcus.

"Feel like a coffee?" Peter asked.

"Sure," Marcus decided to leave Sharon to her own wading and hopped up. "Be inside," he said to her.

"She's one hot find," Peter said, as they entered the house, "One mighty hot fuck. Reminds me a lot of Caz when we first met."

"She's taught her well, that teacher wife of yours."

Peter laughed, "I'm sure she never taught them anything like what she's learnt over the past two days."

"Too true."

"If you want to keep her," Peter slid a cup across to Marcus. "And I don't mean that like a keeping a pet, just if you want to be with her, she'll need her freedom."

"Like Caz?" Marcus sipped his coffee, "Is that your secret?"

"The secret is that there aren't any secrets," Peter said.

"Will Caz be giving Sharon this little talk?"

Peter smiled as he dumped a teaspoon of sugar into his brew and held it up to him in celebration, "I think that they already have."

"Cool then," he said, his gaze was distracted by Sharon clumsily trying to pull herself out of the water as he had done, however her shorter frame proved the task difficult. "Looks like she needs a hand."

"Nah she'll be right, watch."

Marcus stared admiringly as she eventually lifted herself out of the pool, and rolled across the pavers. She paused for a moment and rubbed her right hip, the exertion and twisting seemingly caused her to pull a muscle.

With a distinct limp she pulled herself up and wrapped a towel around her long dark curly hair, "Stunning," Marcus said, "but I think she's done herself some damage."

"She's a determined woman," Peter said, not seeing that Sharon had somehow hurt herself. "Just like Caz, she'll get everything that she wants."

Sharon held a hand above her eyes and squinted inside the relative darkness of the house, "Could I have a coffee too, please?"

Peter grabbed another cup and poured it from the plunger, "How does she have it?"

"Um," Marcus had no idea, "I honestly don't know. I'd guess white with no sugar, but that's only because that's how I have it."

As Sharon lurched into the kitchen she tossed the towel across the back of a chair and as Peter turned to ask her how she took her coffee, Marcus interjected.

"Did you do some damage getting out of the pool?"

Sharon grimaced slightly as she rubbed the small of her back, "It's an old netball injury. I just need to stretch it out."

"Looks like the glutes," Peter held the coffee in his hand as he spoke, "I can give you a massage if you like, complete with happy ending."

Sharon giggled and took the coffee from him, "No sugar I hope?"

Marcus smiled and winked at Peter, "Nope, no sugar."

Peter sat down next to her and asked, "Seriously, with or without the happy ending, would you like a massage?"

Sharon twisted herself slightly around and nodded as she supped from the cup.

"Righto then," Peter clapped his hands in delight, "one massage it is."

Peter took off and began rummaging around in the lounge room, re-arranging chairs, flipping mattresses on top of each other until he'd made a makeshift massage table that was crowned with the leather covered mattress that had previously been hanging from the ceiling in the room in which she'd slept.

"Ta da," Peter announced, "Fear not for your safety dear maiden. This has been tested before and is certified by the engineer that stands before you."

"I thought you were a masseur?" Sharon asked.

"Masseur on weekends only," he replied, "Marcus help her up while I go get the oil."

Marcus pulled a spare chair across to the lounge and as Sharon cautiously climbed atop, he caressed whatever flesh came close to him.

His fingers trailed over her mons, an arm brushed her breasts, his mouth kissed her neck.

Peter bounded down the stairs, his cock swinging in time with his gait.

"Face down please," he directed Sharon and threw Marcus a bottle of oil. "Marcus, you can massage her back and shoulders as I do her glutes."

Peter folded a towel and placed it under her head before squeezing a long line of oil down her back and onto her buttocks.

"Marcus stand down near her head and gently massage down and around her shoulders and neck, don't go in too hard, just relax the muscles,"

Sharon let her body relax as the two men began to gently knead and rub her nubile young skin. Pangs of pain shot down her leg as Peter found and massaged her knotted glute.

For a novice, Sharon found Marcus's technique to be more than adequate. As he leaned forward, his cock would rub against her head, or when he was at an angle, against her face.

Peter deliberately shot a jet of oil down her bum crack and she instinctively spread her legs slightly wider to allow it to run down to her freshly shaved pussy.

With every press down onto her buttocks, Sharon felt the tightness disappear. When Peter bent her knee and continued on, it assisted even more.

Unlike moisturiser, the oil didn't absorb too rapidly or dry out, but enhanced the sensation of the gentle, sensual touch of the two naked men, one of whom, Peter, was now kneading both her buttocks.

Marcus pumped some more oil onto his hand and began to smear it down her arms and onto her hands.

At that height Marcus's cock was directly horizontal to the makeshift bench and Sharon grabbed a hold of it as he expertly released the tension in her muscles.

Immediately she found that her grasp, and the oil, made his cock grow into a hard shiny rod. She cupped his balls in her hand and he dribbled more oil down upon them.

Peter also was beginning to firm up as he watched her lasciviously working on Marcus's prong.

"Time for you to roll over," Peter said, an action that Sharon was quick to take.

Both of the men began to pulse jets of the almond oil across her body, highlighting once more the erotic nature of the massage.

"Mmm, that's nice," she moaned as Marcus began working on her firm tits, her nipples protruding hard and high.

Peter began to work on her legs as Marcus, giving up any pretence of massage, began drawing his cock across her face.

"What sort of oil is this?" Sharon dreamily asked.

"Almond," Peter answered, "Yes, you can get it in your mouth." Sharon and Marcus needed no further prompting and he immediately began to fuck her wanton and willing mouth.

Peter ran his hands up her thighs and she opened her legs slightly, sending an invitation to explore her shaven pussy, a signal that Peter quickly caught on to.

"Oh fuck," Sharon muttered in between mouthfuls of Marcus meat. Her body was alive as the two of them continued to massage her its, sliding their hands and fingers into her open and inviting cunt.

Just as Marcus was about to slide her down the leather and oiled bench and fuck her, a rapping on the front door echoed down the hall. Sharon heard it and beckoned for Marcus to stay, but her groans and slippery grabs for his cock failed to stop him from temporarily moving away.

With a glance to Peter who shrugged and took his place at her mouth, Marcus wrapped a towel around his waist, unsuccessfully hiding his erection.

Through the stained glass he could see the figure of a group of people and cautiously he placed the chain across the door and gently opened it.

Standing at the door was the neighbour Nick with the three Frenchmen, Raul, Manny and Clement.

Marcus immediately had an idea and before they spoke, held a finger to his mouth to silence them.

They all looked at Marcus and smiled. "Look who I found standing around out the front like a pack of dogs on heat," Nick whispered.

"Shh," Marcus opened the door and stepped outside. "Sharon is the only one left, all the other women have gone."

"Ahh, no," Raul cried out, "Maybe we can still come in and say hello,"

"Shhoosh," Marcus said, silencing the disappointed Frenchman, "Of course you can, in fact, I insist that you do."

They all smiled at what Marcus was suggesting.

"You would like us all to..." Clement inserted his finger into a ring made from his thumb and index finger.

"Just be as quiet as you can," Marcus said, "Nick, you joining us?"

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, "Come on."

They all snuck silently into the bedroom and disrobed as Marcus explained what was happening and why she was alone.

"Does she take it in the ass?" Raul asked, using the American pronunciation.

"It's arse," Marcus corrected him, "le cul, oui."

Impressed by his schoolyard French, Raul high-fived him.

"That is good news," Raul whispered.

Marcus looked down the hall and held his hand up, silencing the horny men once more. He glanced at Clement who was already sporting a massive erection.

"I'll go distract her and when I wave, all of you come in."

They all nodded and Nick took the role of watching for the sign. Marcus pulled his cock back to hardness as he approached the massage table and he wasn't at all surprised to find Peter had slid the oily Sharon along the bench and was fucking into her wet, greasy, hairless hole.

Sharon was lying back, eyes closed, revelling in the sensation of Peter's cock sliding effortlessly into her snatch. Marcus went around to the side of her head that allowed him a view of the hall, and turned her head towards him.

"Who was it?" Sharon moaned, "Visitors?"

"No," Marcus slid his cock into her mouth. "Girl guides selling biscuits." Marcus winked at Peter and then nodded towards Nick who was peeking around the corner.

Sharon didn't argue with what was clearly a bullshit answer. With his cock in her mouth, and subsequently obscuring the sight of the four men that were watching from the hall, Sharon was unawares of the approaching gaggle of naked men, all proudly displaying their hard or semi-hard cocks, cocks that would soon be penetrating every orifice in what would be the first of many gangbangs that Sharon would enjoy.

When the first hand glided across her tits, she barely moved, but when the second and third began to knead and caress her body she rapidly removed Marcus's cock and gave a little yelp in surprised delight.

"Oh fuck," she cried out, "You're back, oh fuck me, all of you fuck me."

Nick turned her head to his cock and silenced her by gliding his cock into her mouth. She grabbed Clement and Raul's cocks in her hand and they joined in the oily nature of the scenario by pulsing some of the fine oil into her hands as she stroked them.

Manny was busy rubbing her clit as Peter thrust hard and deep into her sodden pussy.

"Who wants to fuck her arse?" Peter asked, "After I do?"

"Me, me," Raul excitedly said, "I fuck her."

"All of us probably will," Marcus stated, "If she's up for it, she'll take one in each hole."

"Oh hell yeah," she moaned as she swapped back to Marcus's cock.

"And two in that sweet pussy of hers," Peter pulled his slick cock out of her quim and Manny immediately began fingering her.

Peter, who had his arms wrapped around Sharon's legs, offered one to Manny and Raul and they held her legs high and wide. Peter scooped up some of the oil that had pooled in her in her belly button and smeared it along his thick, hard cock.

He winked at Manny as he slid his cock, almost effortlessly, into Sharon's arse.

Sharon released Marcus's cock and let out a low moan of delight as she felt the greasy cock pass her sphincter and proceed inwards. Manny began a furious frigging of her cunt, concentrating most of his energies on her protruding clit. Oily hands massaged her boobs, her nipples extended out hard and sensitive. Whenever Clement or Raul pinched them, a jolt of pleasure would hit her pussy.

"Oh God yes," she moaned, "Keep rubbing my pussy, fuck my arse, fuck my cunt."

Peter whipped his cock out of her arse and slid it directly back into her pussy, the interplay between her holes sending her reeling into another orgasm.

"Mmmmpphhh," she sighed, Nick's cock prevented any legible words from escaping her mouth.

Peter dragged his cock out and rubbed her clit his his firm knob. After slapping her wetness he nodded to Manny and stepped back.

"Your go," he said.

Manny repeated the greasing process and rather than swap, they rotated in an anticlockwise manner, Clement replacing his compatriot at her left leg.

Sharon began sucking Raul, his cock oozed precum across her tastebuds, the sharp taste fueled her desire for sex even further. Manny, although keen on fucking her in the arse, began his fucking foray firstly in her fine fanny.

He started slowly, revelling in the feeling of her shaven cuntlips grasping the edge of his cock, and then he picked up the pace, his hips almost blurring with the speed and rapidity of his thrusts. Clement was steadily rubbing her clit, his fingers occasionally brushing Manny's cock as he rubbed the raised nub.

Sharon was rolling from one orgasm into another, her mind wandered as one cock replaced another. She was in a yoga like calm as cock after cock fucked her pussy and arse. Her hands acted on reflex whenever she felt a cock in them. They'd grasp the hard rod and pump it long and slow. Her tongue would flick whosoevers cock was in her mouth. The language of sex and satisfaction came from the men, a guttural moan from her.

"Let's fill her up," Marcus said, breaking her transcendental state of being. "Over here."

Marcus dragged the Ottoman out from the lounge as Peter and Raul helped her off the massage bench. Unsteadily Sharon stumbled across to the large raised foot rest and kissed Marcus on the lips. She pushed him down and climbed on top of him, his cock slid quickly and easily into her oiled and wet cunt.

Marcus grabbed her arse cheeks and spread them wide. "Pussy or arse guys, the choice is yours."

Sharon elicited a small groan that quickly turned into a muffled garble as Nick filled her mouth with cock.

Clement was the closest so he moved in first, slowly sliding his cock into her arse.

As Clement filled her arse, Marcus withdrew slightly, allowing Clement's fat cock to fill her arse more easily, as soon as Clement withdrew, Marcus thrust. The seesawing motion continuing until Clement, on the brink of orgasm pulled out and stepped aside for Raul.

Raul fucked her arse, as did Manny, Nick slid in next to Marcus, a move that elicited cries of delight from Sharon. Peter took pleasure in both.

They rotated around her torso, giving and taking pleasure in her lustful desires. Her oily body accentuating the tender, sensual touch of the men, all of whom were keen to please.

Marcus eventually decided that he wanted to escape the confines of being underneath Sharon and held his hand up when the next rotation was due to begin. Sharon fell back on the Ottoman and instantly rubbed her well fucked pussy as the men rearranged themselves. Sharon shuffled forward and hung her head over the edge and Nick began fucking her mouth as she lay back.

Raul moved in between her spread legs and began fucking her pussy, a slopping wet sound emanated from her shaved pussy as her orgasmic juices squelched and squirted from within her.

"She's so wet," Peter said, "Such a sexy woman."

Sharon had a cock in each hand and was now taking turns on Marcus and Nick, swapping from one cock to the other with a simple turn of the head. Raul filled her arse with cock and Peter rubbed and fingered her pussy, sending more shards of joy through her.

After another few rounds it was Sharon who broke ranks by rolling off the ottoman and taking Manny by the hand, walking to the lounge.

"Sit down," she said, "You can have my arse all to yourself."

Peter threw Manny the oil and he rubbed some around his cock before he pulled Sharon, who had spun around and had her back to him, down on himself.

With little effort, Manny slid into her arse and thanks to the ample padding on the lounge, was able to fuck her arse with small thrusts as his countryman Raul moved into place between their legs and began fucking her cunt.

Through garbled moans caused by Peter and Clement taking turns fucking her mouth, Sharon expressed her delight at being so thoroughly fucked. Marcus and Nick stood by, holding her legs wide and watching as Sharon consumed the cocks with a gusto, and a passion that belied her diminutive size.

Cock after cock drilled her pussy, and between mouthfulls of cock she would direct them to fuck her harder, cum in her holes or on her tits, to fuck her arse.

Raul, on his second time in her pussy, was the first to cum. Accompanied by a volley of French expletives he whipped his cock out of her pussy and sprayed a massive load up all over her stomach and down onto her pulsing quim. His thick cream flowed down onto Manny's balls, the lubricating nature of it made his thrusting faster, easier and more sensitive.

At the sight of the cum coating her abdomen, Peter came in her mouth, the shock causing her to open her mouth and allowing most of it to slide right back out, spilling down out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her heaving, red chest.

Manny could hold back no longer and also desperately wanted to get away from the possibility of any more friendly fire. He pulled his cock out of her arse and sprayed a substantial load up over her pussy. Marcus and Nick released her legs as Manny crawled out from below.

Peter, Raul and Manny stood aside as Marcus, Nick and Clement dived down upon her cum soaked body. Marcus sat on the lounge and pulled her upon himself, this time facing him, Peter's cum was still glistening on her chest, but his desire to fuck her, to cum in her pussy overrode any aversion to the masculine effluvia that coated her body.

Clement went around the back of the lounge and began to fuck her face as Nick slid into her arse.

"Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck meeee," she cried as Nick pounded into her arse.

"Nick," Marcus called out to him, "Fuck her pussy, man, fuck her pussy with me."

Sharon exploded in multiple orgasmic delight as Nick edged his cock cautiously into her pussy. Clement held back on his face fucking as she groaned and moaned, rapturously exclaiming the joy of being double stuffed once more. Marcus knew that he'd be doing this again and again and weighed the pros and cons in his mind as he felt Nick's cock resting against his own.

On the con side was the whole touching another man's dick thing. On the pro was here was a hot sexy woman that loved to fuck, and that he loved to fuck also. A woman who was up for anything and was also level-headed, interesting to talk too and a smile that brought cheer to all.

The pros clearly outweighed the cons.

Peter, Raul and Manny were still in the room watching as Nick pounded into Sharon with a gusto that rapidly brought him close to orgasm.

"I'm close, man, really close," he said to Marcus, suggesting that he was about to pull out. Marcus though knew that Sharon would near collapse if they both came in her at the same time.

"So am I," he said, "Together, let's cum in her together."

Even those words were enough to send Sharon and Nick into a united convulsion of cock exploding and pussy spasming delight. Sharon's cunt contracted tightly around their two cocks, pressing them together, forcing Nick to cum, coating her insides and Marcus's cock with his jism.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Nick groaned as his legs nearly cramped up in delight. His balls emptied their heavy load into her quim, the sensation causing Marcus to lose all restraint and begin to shoot yet another load into her, the feeling once more sent Sharon peaking in pleasure.

Clement showed the most self control and managed to hold his load back, waiting for his turn in her cum filled hole. Nick and Marcus withdrew together, her pussy making humourous noises as the air rushed in and out again.

Sharon rolled off Marcus and rather than feeling sedated and calm, she was alert and alive, eyeing off Raul and Manny as they stood there wanking on their hardening cocks. The adrenaline coursing through her body more than counterbalanced the endorphin surge from multiple orgasms. She sat back on the lounge, legs spread, her fingers playing with her well-fucked cunt.

Clement rolled over the back of the lounge and slid his cock into her sopping pussy. Raul moved in next to her, watching Clement's cock pounding her hole. Manny took to her mouth, receiving a sloppy blow-job as she worked successfully to get him hard again.

Marcus high-fived Peter and Nick as they watched Sharon begin another round of sucking and fucking.

"She's a real champ," Nick said, "A real champ."

"I know, right," Marcus said proudly.

"A la fois?" Manny asked Clement, wondering if he'd mind sliding in as well.

"Oui," Clement said and whipped his thickly coated cock out. Sharon knew no French at all but simply followed their motions as they wrangled her back onto the ottoman.

Clement lay down and Sharon climbed on, shoving his cock immediately into her moist slit. Raul, now firm, stood at her head and began wiping his cock across her face, teasing her searching mouth.

Manny dribbled some more oil on his cock and rested his cock up against Clement's. Sharon dropped her head as she realised that rather than fucking her arse, they were going to double stuff her cunt, she relaxed, helping to ensure it would be a success. She need not have worried because he slid easily in, eliciting a small moan from her.

Marcus and Peter had nothing left to offer Sharon and they sat back at the kitchen table, enjoying the view of the three frenzied Frenchmen fucking the fine filly.

"Beer?" Peter asked Marcus who just nodded in agreeance.

"Where's Caz?" Nick asked, "She's missing out."

"Getting supplies," Peter glanced at the clock, "Actually, she shouldn't be too long. You want a beer, Nick?"

Nick nodded before he turned and ran headlong into the pool. His entry was almost splashless, years of diving into the surfing had taught him well.

Manny and Raul swapped roles, but Raul began to fuck her arse rather than join Clement. Peter and Marcus stood silently watching Sharon roiling in bliss as the three men pleasured her. Marcus noticed the curtains move well before he heard the front door open and close as Caz, laden down with bags of shopping, sauntered back into the room.

"What the hell!" Caz exclaimed, seeing the no-holes-barred activity on the lounge.

"Our French visitors have returned," Peter said, "They couldn't wait."

Caz placed the bags on the table and flipped the keys to Peter, "Be a love and go get the other bags," she said with a smile.

"I'm not dressed," Peter protested.

"In seconds," Caz undid the zip on the side of her skirt and let it drop to the floor, "Nor shall I."

"Bloody hell," he laughed, "This is why we love you girls."

Sharon was pleased to be watching her mentor Caz stripping off and sidling up to the lounge. She squatted down behind Clement and Raul and began kneading and licking their balls. Manny hopped down from the lounge and fed his cock to Caz as she worked on the two men's scrotums.

Holding the back of her head Manny fucked into Caz's face with a fervour, an intensity that she wanted in her aching, itching for cock, pussy and arse.

Caz stood up and after reaching for the oil bottle, squirted a line of it along Manny's cock before getting on all fours on the ottoman.

"Whichever hole you want," she said to him. Manny took the oil from her hand and shot a jet of it into and around her arse, a sensation that shook Caz's being.

He lined it up to her bud and pushed it directly home.

"Ahh, fuck, yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yes." Caz cried out as Manny reamed her arse hard.

"Hey there," Nick, dripping with water, reappeared from the pool. "You're back."

"Anything left in the tank?" Peter asked Nick, nodding at his flaccid cock.

"I've always got something for my neighbour," Nick said as he wandered over to Caz who opened her mouth, accepting and working on his semi-hard cock.

Peter passed Nick a beer and went back to Marcus who was already half way through.

"Great weekend, hey?" Peter held his beer up and they clicked the heads in salute, "Here's to insatiable, horny women."

"Indeed. Cheers," Marcus replied.

A sudden change in the groaning of Raul as he fucked Sharon drew their attention, soon enough he whipped his cock out and emptied it all over her arse, allowing it to run back down onto Clement who also quickened his pace.

Sharon though suddenly flipped off a surprised Clement and knelt down on the floor next to Caz. Horny and ready for release, Clement leapt up, but Sharon had other ideas and with a snake like suppleness, slid in beneath Caz, her head below Caz's dripping cunt.

Nick stood back from fucking Caz's mouth as Clement, his cock on the verge of exploding, urgently nudged him aside. His prick barely entered Caz's mouth before his first jet of thick cum shot into her mouth, coating her tongue with his thick goo. Thanks to Manny's relentless thrusting, the second angled across her nose before he motioned to Manny to stop, gained control, and landed the remainder in her mouth.

Caz held it in her mouth and dribbled it slowly down onto Sharon's open, fucked, and oily cunt.

Clement ran his cock around the mass of spit and semen that was plastered over Sharon's pussy and slid his cock into her hole. When he withdrew Caz licked and sucked his cock, savouring the interplay between his cum and Sharon's copious juices.

Whenever Manny rested his cock fully inside Caz's arse, Sharon would stop licking Caz's clit and suck and lick his balls. Keen to see him cum, she upped the ante and massaged his heavy sack as it swung only centimetres above her face. She could feel it begin to tighten up and he quickly removed his cock from Caz's arse and slid it straight back into her pussy. Sharon turned her attention to the underside of his cock and Caz's clit, flicking and sucking Caz's nub until the moment when Manny ejaculated deep inside her.

"Fuckitty, fuck, fuck," Caz cried out as the dual delight of hot jizz splashing against her insides and a tongue on her clit sent her rocketing skywards. Clement was still hanging around her face and fed his cock to her as she writhed around atop Sharon.

Manny burried his cock deep inside Caz's pussy and as he slowly withdrew, Sharon ran her tongue along the underside, enjoying, as Caz had done, the sharp taste of their combined juices.

Also, like Clement, Manny rubbed his cock around Caz's pussy, followed by dipping it inside Sharon's mouth.

The two Frenchmen hi-fived before completely separating, leaving the two women to suck and lick at each others quims.

"I bet you weren't expecting that," Peter said to the three of them as he passed around some beers. "Where is Sophia?"

Marcus's ears pricked up when he heard her name mentioned, but was disappointed to see them all, almost as one, shrug.

"We don't know," Manny said, "She left with a group of people and we haven't heard."

"Damn," Marcus said, "Tres disappointing."

The three Frenchmen laughed at his poor attempt at French.

"Très décevant," Clement simultaneously corrected, and agreed, with him.

Although the men, for now, were spent, Sharon and Caz continued on licking, fingering and sucking each other's pussies.

"Women can be so lucky," Nick said, "If they want to, they can fuck pretty much all night. The orgasms just seem to make them hornier. For us, after a few, we have to regroup."

"That's why as good hosts," Peter nodded at the three Frenchmen as they moseyed on out to the pool, "we always provide back-up."

"Hear, hear," Marcus said.

Sharon had four fingers in her former teacher's cunt and was busy licking Caz's clit as she did so. Caz, in return, had Sharon's pussy wide open and was tenderly licking and sucking on her clit.

"What time do you normally pull up stumps?" Marcus asked Peter, but it was Caz who answered. Lifting her head away from between Sharon's legs, Caz followed that motion with a slow peal away from Sharon, leaving Sharon to take over, playing with herself as she lay there in a post coital glow.

Caz picked her clothes up off the floor and taking the beer from Peter's hands, took a deep swig, almost emptying it.

"Usually around four," Caz said, "I need to get some marking done for school, so yeah, four."

Both Marcus and Sharon checked the clock and realising that they had just under two more hours, smiled profusely.

"Sharon, I'm going up to have a shower, Care to wash the oil off?" Caz asked.

Sharon didn't answer, but sat up and wiped her her firm tits with her hand, smearing oil across them.

"I'm hungry," Sharon said, nodding at the bags of bread rolls that Caz had bought, "You guys can get to work, hey?"

"I'll spark up the barbie," Nick said, and grabbed the nude woman apron. "She did get some snags didn't she?"

Peter started ferreting through the bags and eventually pulled two bags out. "Lamb forequarters and some prime beef sausages," he held them high like trophies.

"Not many, but she wasn't to know that these three would show," he raised his eyebrows at the French visitors.

"Seeing as they've bought nought but their dicks, maybe they can cook the meat," Nick unlooped the apron from around his neck and stepped out to interrupt the French.

"Guys," he said, throwing the apron to Clement. "You get to indulge in another Australian past time, over-cooking meat."

Raul intercepted the flying apron and took control.

"I can look after this," he bravely said.

"Righto," Nick said, "Maybe the other two can make some salad?"

Clement and Manny smiled at each other and headed into the kitchen. "No problem," Raul said as he passed Nick, "You know we French can cook."

With nothing to do in the kitchen, or anywhere else in the house, Nick and Peter grabbed a beer each and turned the cricket on. Marcus headed upstairs to check on the ladies.

Both Caz and Sharon were in the shower, lathered from head to two in suds, the pair were washing the oil from each other's bodies. Marcus could feel his cock harden as he watched them caressing each other. Caz removed the shower rose from the wall and aimed it at Sharon, washing the thick folds of soap from her petite torso.

The shower cubicle was large, clearly designed for more than one person and Marcus decided to join them. As soon as Caz saw him open the door she directed the water at his cock, sluicing it with the warm water. Sharon grabbed the soap filled sponge and massaged and cleaned his prick, an action that nearly completely brought it back to life.

It was Sharon, of course, that had his cock raging again. She squatted down in the shower as Caz washed the soap off his cock. His prick was quickly sucked into Sharon's mouth, his balls cupped in her hand. Caz began to cascade the water over Sharon's head, rinsing the shampoo, in meandering rivulets, down Sharon's back. Caz took to kissing Marcus's chest and running her hand down his abdomen, grabbing his cock as Sharon took as much of it as she could into her mouth.

"Damn you two," Marcus sighed in delight. "So good, so fucking good."

Caz silenced him by pulling his head down and kissing him deeply on the lips, their tongues meshing in erotic desire.

"Fuck me," Caz said, "I want to be fucked, by both of you."

Sharon looked up at her ex-teacher, not fully understanding what it was she wanted.

Caz knocked the door open and after flicking the water off, shuffled them all out onto the tiled floor of the ensuite. Without even drying themselves they then exited into the bedroom. Marcus and Sharon fell upon the bed as Caz drew a small box out from underneath it.

Caz, a look of lustful anticipation writ clear across her face, tipped the box onto the mattress and held it down over the contents.

"Sometimes," she said, "Peter and I like to get a bit kinky." Caz lifted the box revealing a range of dildoes, vibrators, straps, whips and clips.

Grabbing a strap on dildo from the pile she handed it to Sharon. "Here you go, time to fuck your teacher up the arse," she laughed.

"Hell yeah," Sharon leapt up, poked her legs through the two loops of fabric, tied the buckle behind herself and adjusted the phallus in front.

"Bend over Miss," she slapped Caz playfully on the arse, "You've been a very bad girl."

Marcus shuffled around to Caz's head as she positioned herself on all fours. Sharon spat down onto the thick rubber phallus, greasing it up prior to penetration.

Sharon couldn't help but chuckle out loud as she thought about how ludicrous it was that she was about to slide a thick rubber into the arse of someone who only a few years earlier had been her teacher.

Marcus watched with interest as Sharon rested the knob against Caz's rosebud and nudged it slowly in.

"Oh fuck," Caz groaned as Sharon filled her arse, "This is so good."

Marcus, waiting for the risk of a sharp bite down to subside, slid his cock into Caz's groaning mouth.

"Suck it babe," he said, "Suck my cock."

Sharon eyed a tube of lube on the bedside table and stretching over, just managed to gather it up in her hands. She partially withdrew the long cock and ran a thick line of the clear emollient along its length. She pulled the cock completely out, rubbed the gel around the dildo's head before easily pushing it back into Caz's arse.

Caz had one hand wanking Marcus's cock, the other reached sideways, searching for something on the bed. Sharon could see that she was blindly searching for one of the other sex toys that were rolling around the bed.

Sharon shuffled a few over and Caz grabbed a thin long white vibrator and held it in her hands for a few moments as Marcus and Sharon picked up the pace.

"You like that miss?" Sharon said as she buried the strap on deep in Caz's arse, "Like being fucked by your students?"

Caz responded with a low moan around Marcus's cock, followed by turning on the vibrator and rubbing it against her pussy.

Marcus shook his head in amazement and winked at Sharon as they continued to fuck her. Sharon pulled the rubber cock out of Caz's arse and slid it into Caz's pussy, a move that sent Caz over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, cunt, fuck," Caz groaned as she shook in orgasmic delight.

"Time for a real cock," Sharon said to Marcus, "Fuck her, fuck this bitch teacher."

Sharon withdrew the dildo and unbuckled it from her waist. Marcus flipped Caz onto her back and replaced Sharon between Caz's spread open legs. Sharon was almost tempted to whistle downstairs for back up, but decided to instead, keep it private.

Marcus drew his cock along and around Caz's open, wet snatch, coating it in the combined nectar of her pussy juices and lube. When it was well coated he took the vibrator off Caz, turned it on, and as he slid it into her arse, rubbed the vibe around her extended clit. Sharon climbed on top of Caz's face so that she and Marcus could watch each other.

Marcus leaned forward and they kissed, their tongues twining and flicking in a passion that was reserved only for them.

Caz's tongue expertly sought out every nook and cranny of Sharon's well fucked quim. She sucked on her clit, sending shards of joy through her almost exhausted body.

Marcus swapped from Caz's arse to pussy and back again, enjoying the slick sensations of both her holes.

Part way through a kiss Sharon whispered in Marcus's ear, "Fuck me, fuck me now."

He pulled his cock out of Caz's pussy and Sharon fell forward, sucking it deep in her mouth. Marcus almost lost it at that moment and he allowed a small glob of precum ooze out onto her tongue.

He held his cock hard and moved around to fuck Sharon's arse. After spitting down onto her bud, and inadvertently letting some of it drip down onto Caz's forehead, he slid his cock into Sharon's arsehole.

Sharon groaned and let her head fall forward as he began to thrust into her. Caz would lick his balls whenever he was in to the hilt and he even, on occasion, would slip his cock into Sharon's pussy, then into Caz's mouth.

Sharon couldn't believe just how lucky she was. One entire weekend of fucking was drawing to a close and although she knew that she could go downstairs and fuck the three French visitors again, and possibly Nick and Peter as well, she felt that it would be perfect for them to finish here, with the man and woman who introduced her to uninhibited sex.

When Marcus fed Caz a mouthful of his man meat, Sharon deftly swung her leg over, turned one hundred and eighty degrees and began a dual blowjob that he deserved.

Caz licked and sucked his balls as Sharon took his cock deep in her mouth. They both knew firstly that he had little left in the tank, and that he was ready to finish, desirous too of concluding the day.

Sharon poked her tongue out and looked up at him, a rise of the eyebrows was both permission and encouragement for him to shoot a load into her mouth. He took his cock in hand and with a furious flash of hands, came across her lolling tongue.

Marcus looked at the ceiling as he twitched and unloaded a thin stream of his manliness. Sharon didn't even try to catch it, rather she just let it ooze out down into Caz's waiting mouth.

Marcus fell back on the bed, exhausted from the unexpected final fuck for the weekend. He looked down at his shrinking cock, uncertain if it would ever recover.

Sharon climbed off Caz and lay next to Marcus, snuggling beside him like she'd known him for years.

Caz, a smile etched deeply across her face, gathered up the toys and shuffled them back into the box. She lifted her nose to the smell of cooking and turned into the bathroom where she splashed water on her face, cleansing away the jizm that had dribbled across her chin.

Sharon threw one leg over Marcus and ran a hand along his chest, caressing his tired body.

"What time do you want to leave?" She asked.

"Soon, now, whenever," Marcus muttered, "I think I'm spent."

"Same," Sharon said, finally satisfied.

Going home though to her small one bedroom flat, being alone again after the company that she'd enjoyed all weekend, just didn't seem right, and for Marcus, going home to his parent's townhouse in the suburbs had no appeal whatsoever.

"Do you," Sharon began awkwardly, "Do you want to...ummm,"

"Where do you live?" Marcus asked, thinking the same thing that she was.

"Near Surry Hills," Sharon replied, excited that he'd asked.

Marcus thought it was weird that they could spend the weekend quite clearly as a couple, walking around naked, being fucked by and fucking total strangers, yet asking to stay at her home could be so difficult.

"Mind if I stay, you know, just for one night, or so?"

Sharon didn't mind at all, in fact she could think of nothing better.

"Sure, of course you can." She reached down and grabbed his soft cock. "Do you think that this will be operational again, anytime soon?"

Marcus chuckled, "Well, I darn well hope so."

Sharon sat up in bed and sniffed the air like a beagle, "Let's eat and then leave," she said. "I'm over fucking for now."

Marcus slapped her gently on the arse, "Over fucking, you?"

"Well, for now I am."

"I'll shower and be right down," Marcus said, leaving Sharon to head back to the feast. "Won't be long."

Marcus quickly soaped himself up and dried off, removing any hint that he'd just fucked sundry women and had probably made a friend for life. He imagined walking downstairs to find Sharon being pounded by the three French men, but true to her word she was simply sitting at the table, enjoying some finely cooked lamb chops.

"Voila`" Raul said, "Perfect!"

Marcus nodded in agreement, they were perfection.

"We're heading off after this," Sharon said to Caz.

"We?" Caz enquired, glancing at Marcus who could feel a blush coming on.

"Yes, Marcus and I."

Peter clapped his hands in approval but spoke nought.

Caz also smiled broadly, but it was Clement who tempted her once more.

"Pardon? No, no," he said, "Three of us," he pointed at Raul and Manny, "One more time."

Marcus laughed, but Sharon stood her ground.

"No, no, no. Time to go."

"Arhh," Clement laughed, "No more for us."

"Nor me," Caz said, "this is it lads, all over."

"Okay," Clement said and stood up, "Thank you very much for everything that you have done. We love you all."

Raul and Manny joined in applauding their hosts and returned to feasting on the free meal before them.

At the end of the meal, as Peter collected the plates, Nick toasted Peter and Caz, thanking them for hosting yet another weekend and for them taking him in after his divorce.

"Well," Sharon patted Marcus on the thigh, "Shall we go?"

Marcus just nodded and smiled at his guests. Going home with someone felt kind of weird, but welcome also.

Nick bid everyone farewell and asked the French if they'd like a surfing lesson. They all agreed, taking Marcus and Sharon's imminent departure as a cue to leave.

As they dressed Sharon let the men finger her pussy, squeeze her tits and kiss her. Marcus though stood back, fully clad and excited to be leaving, to be able to spend some quality time with this woman who intrigued him, who excited him, who was this perfect mix of danger and certainty. An adventurous, intelligent and caring woman.

When Sharon checked herself in the mirror, adjusting the clothes that she arrived in days earlier, she admired Marcus standing behind her. He was supportive and loving, yet not consumed with ownership. Clearly he knew what she was like, what she wanted, indeed what they both wanted. There was no need to verbalise their love, no call for long letters or verses of admiration, the stare they gave each other in the mirror was one of love, a long deep abiding love that would last forever.