WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

SWINGING SUMMER  (or how two young married couples discovered that monogamy 
                  wasn't quite as much fun as the alternatives could be) 

by Ozman (c) 2000. 

  Helen Moore and Peta Halliday had become pals as workmates and,  although 
they'd only met a couple of years before, their relationship had the strong 
familiarity of a lifetime as  bosom buddies.  They shared their experiences 
and spent a lot of time discussing all their sexual activities and spouses' 
performances out of curiosity as to the normal sexual frequency by couples. 
Neither had known intimacy with any bloke other than their spouses, but had 
tried every variation of heterosexual love that they could imagine.

  Helen's husband Craig had  obtained the use of his brother-in-law's beach 
house for some weeks during the summer and, as the couple they'd previously 
invited had not been able to get time off work over that period,  Helen had 
asked Peta and Jamie to join them.

  There was very little traffic when they cruised through long stretches of 
forest interspersed with the occasional farm-stead and a single, apparently 
deserted motel.  Further on they found a broken down minibus belonging to a 
church youth group beside the road, the strangely vague, middle aged couple 
with it saying that help was on the way. 

  Around noon they decided to stop for their picnic lunch when Jamie turned 
the car left into a grader track running downhill to a stream, according to 
the roadmap. About a kilometre in they saw a small reservoir among huge old 
radiata pine trees and an aged railways bus,  half coach, half freight van, 
parked near the picnic tables with a barbeque burning. There were twenty or 
thirty youngsters there, all nude and of the five girls, three of them were 
engaged in very public sex on the sunlit grass by the water.

  "Nothing like this ever happened to me during my teen years," randy Craig 
muttered disconsolately. "Life is so unfair."

  They all laughed, a little uncomfortably, watching as the other two girls 
swam back across the lake and happily joined the orgy. Both seemed entirely 
at ease with this situation, smiling confidently as they lay back to spread 
their thighs widely and promuscuously accommodated two horny young males in 
their eager twats. 

  "Oh look!" gasped Peta when a spent youth got up off a well built girl to 
be replaced immediately by one of his fellows. "The poor girl."

  "She doesn't seem to mind," observed Craig when she deftly guided the new 
prick into her wet pussy. "Just look at those hip movements, she's enjoying 
every moment of it."

  "Well, I'm glad it's her," mumbled Peta. "Aren't you Helen?"

  Helen had a strangely wistful expression on her face and her eyes held a 
strange gleam as she considered the idea of a procession of penises in her 
pussy for the first time; not an entirely unappealing fantasy.

  Craig persuaded Jamie to go swimming, making Peta feel more than a little
uncomfortable when they stripped off outside their car and ran naked to the 
water, both men aroused with their stiff pricks waggling about in front and 
making her feel naked too. Their guys sat sunning themselves on the expanse 
of rock a good seventy metres across the water and beckoning their wives to 
join them, but they refused until the heat made them reconsider matters.

  "What d'you think?" asked Helen. "Want to go in? I will if you do."

  Peta wasn't keen to expose herself, but could feel Helen's desire to swim 
and didn't relish the prospect  of being alone there if her friend chose to 
leave anyway. She reluctantly followed Helen's lead and stripped off to her 
panties before covering herself with a large pink towel around her body and 
blushingly walking down to the bank, dropping their towels before diving in 
to swim across to join their menfolk.

  Peta couldn't help but notice Craig's healthy erection when he helped her 
out of the water, also conscious of Jamie's more than a passing interest in 
Helen's body as she emerged,  lying back in the sun with her eyes closed to 
dry her lovely figure.  On hearing the cry of protest from Helen she looked 
over to discover that Craig had removed  her pants and lay on top of her in 
attempting to make her spread her thighs as she fought to keep them tightly 
together. He smothered her lips with his and kissed her deeply until a sigh 
escaped her and she relaxed, her big legs lifted high to encircle his waist 
to allow him easy access to her juicy sheath. His shiny, red knob found the 
entrance to her vagina and, with a slow, single  shove, penetrated her with 
the full length of his hot cock.

  They lay still for a moment until Helen looked  over at Peta with a clear 
expression of enquiry on her face, mouthing something which quite obviously
included the word 'fuck' before Peta got the message.  Helen wanted them to 
get on with it also; hopefully obviating any future tension between the two 
couples by getting them all to do the same things during that time together, 
making it so much easier to remember and laugh over something in which they
had all participated.

  The idea of having sex in front of so  many of other people suddenly felt 
daring and profoundly erotic to Peta, lifting her bottom while Jamie tugged 
her knickers down over her legs,  chuckling nervously when he made hardly a 
cursory test of her readiness with one finger in her unctious snatch. As he
slid over her supine figure she grasped his throbbing member and pushed the 
knob to her eager vulva, lifting her hips to invite him in and gasping with 
pleasure as he entered her slippery vagina so easily. They didn't make love 
but shagged urgently without finesse,  Peta allowing her senses dictate her 
response to Jamie's sliding cock as she writhed and moaned beneath his hot,
straining body. It was over so quickly, much too quickly, his hot squirt of 
semen triggering  a series of ecstatic convulsions in her rigidly, sweating 
form as she clung to his similarly transported person. 

  Later, after a cooling swim,  Helen and Craig were arguing good-naturedly 
over a woman's ability to perform with a succession of guys without a rest. 
Craig opined that any man had the ability to do the same  with the stimulus 
of a series of new partners.  

  "Crap,"  sneered Helen. "You're all entirely useless for at least an hour 
after a nookie."

  Jamie then mentioned that he'd heard or read something along the lines of 
Craig's statement and Peta joined Helen's sceptical point of view,  quickly 
wishing she'd kept her mouth shut when  Craig confidently proposed a bet on 
the matter.

  "Betting on an unprovable concept is a fairly pointless act,"  Helen told 
him with a sniff.

  "It can be proven," he told them slyly.

  "How?" Helen demanded to know.

  "We'll change partners."

  She looked utterly appalled at her husband's suggestion.  

  "Oh you're seriously gross Craig!" she blushed. "What will Peta and Jamie 
think of us if you carry on like that?"

  "You said it was unprovable,"  he grinned, not really sounding chastened. 
"I've provided you a practical solution  to demonstrate the truthfulness of 
my statement. Show me how you'd disprove it."

  "You can't prove a negative,"  she told him patiently.  "Anyway, it isn't 
something I need to know right now."

  "That's a cop-out," he laughed scornfully.

  "Well at least we have one gentleman in the group," said Helen looking at 
Jamie. 

  "I don't know about that," he chuckled softly.  "I reckon that my current 
thoughts might disappoint you if you were a clairvoyant."

  Helen reddened again, looking across at Jamie in a manner which suggested 
she was seeing him for the first time, but as a potential lover rather than 
just a a friend's husband.

  "Has Jamie ever indicated to you that he'd like to see  you having it off 
with other guys?" she asked Peta. "It's Craig's favourite fantasy, he says, 
so I'm almost tempted to call his bluff, if you agree."

  Peta was acutely excited over that turn of events although she maintained 
a non-committal facial expression to disguise her actual feelings about the 
prospect of sex with Craig.  A quick glance in his direction confirmed that 
he was keen to have a sexual bout with her, if his unabashed ogling was any 
indication,  so it wouldn't be overly onerous to feel his solid cock inside 
her willing quim. It still wasn't quite clear as to what Helen had in mind; 
should she just go over and offer him  her body or perhaps it would be more 
seemly to wait until he took the initiave as she'd actually  only agreed to 
sex between Helen and Jamie, not she and Craig.

  "Okay then," Helen announced confidently. "Here are the rules of the game. 
I'll give Jamie head for exactly two minutes, Peta to count from the watch, 
and we'll go on with it if you've got a full erection on by then. If you're 
unable to get it up you'll give me head 'til I come and winners get to join 
the fun over there. Losers watch."

  Craig agreed, causing Peta to suffer a palpable twinge of jealousy as she 
watched Helen take Jamie in hand, then in mouth as she silently counted out 
the seconds. Helen, it seemed, was keen to have Jamie as she put quite some 
effort into her fellatio and, even before Peta had reached one hundred, was 
astounded at his penis in full erection and  an expression of consternation 
on poor Helen's face as it became apparent that she'd  been so certain that 
he'd never get it up in the time.  She had called Craig's bluff in order to 
find out how far he'd go, expecting him to fold when faced with the reality 
of having to make love to Peta, but was confronted with having to renege on 
their deal if she was to avoid adulterous sex.  

  "One-twenty," gasped Peta who'd been holding her breath in trepidation as 
she counted.

  "Well then," breathed Craig with a wide grin, his curved cock approaching 
the horizontal. "Mine looks about ready to play hide-the-salami, doesn't it 
darling? Or are you going to renege now?"

  She looked over at Peta with pleading eyes which the latter took to be an 
entreaty to not let her go it alone into what she was about to concede. Her 
misinterpretation of things wasn't apparent until Helen later confided that 
she had actually hoped that Peta would not let matters  proceed by refusing 
Jamie permission to go on with their arrangement,  but Helen's statement of 
the rules had been so forthright that she'd felt obliged to comply,  albeit 
reluctantly, if the others were so disposed to go through with it.

  With Helen apparently about to mount her spouse, Peta stepped around them 
on jelly legs with a gut-wrenching ache of erotic anticipation in her lower 
belly,  trembling all over as she threw one leg over Craig's reclining form 
and held his hard cock upright. A thrill of pleasure jerked their bodies as 
her furry love pouch descended slowly to stretch around his hefty organ and 
engulf it with the warmth of her hungry vagina,  before excitedly rotating, 
raising and lowering her ample bottom to slide his member so deliciously in 
and out of her clinging sheath.

  On seeing her hubby's familiar cock sliding so smoothly into her friend's 
pliant pouch, Helen realized that she should likewise go through with it or 
suffer the embarrassment of being seen to start something  which she wasn't 
able to carry through to completion. Gingerly she raised her bum to emulate 
Peta's deft intromission to accommodate Jamie's thick dick in her then well 
lubricated sheath.  He coursed into her cunt so easily that she was naively 
surprised that a really sinful action could feel deliciously normal, albeit 
such a wickedly exciting  sensation that she hadn't previously experienced. 
The overwhelming sensuality she felt was, she knew,  entirely due to her so 
unexpectedly contravening all of those previously accepted moral and social 
rules, not Jamie's turgid sex tusk filling her cunt so completely. It could 
have been any bloke at all and the excitement would have been the same, but 
it was somehow reassuring to have one's first adulterous experience  with a 
man one knew.

  On glancing up she found Peta staring directly into her eyes and grinning 
self-consciously as she gently rolled her hips above Craig's,  apparently a 
bit unsure as to how much ardour was seemly during fucking another's spouse 
in front of her and one's husband.  Jamie reached up to knead her quivering 
breasts as Helen arched her back in an obviously acquiescent pose,  rocking 
slowly on her knees to slide her sloppy twat up and down his tingling tool, 
then leaning forward to dangle her boobs in his face to elicit the response 
she sought from his lips, teeth and tongue onto her tightly swollen nipples 
as she offered them in turn.  She sighed then groaned at his ministrations, 
her heightened excitement affecting  her entire person when she became more 
intent upon pleasing her new lover.

  Peta too had Craig's mouth at her large, protuberant nipples as she urged 
him to bite, groaning loudly as he complied with vigour, responding without 
reserve as he held her face to kiss her mouth deeply and with real passion. 
There seemed to be little point in holding back when she allowed herself to 
savour the pleasure of unrestrained nooky with her new lover and, if it led 
to recriminations later, amen, but Helen's wild, wanton writhing upon Jamie 
seemed to make that unlikely.

  It seemed to be over much too quickly and as the intense spasms of climax 
slowly abated, they became aware of two teen girls who'd appeared unnoticed 
and had watched their sexual endeavours with interest.

  "A great day for it," grinned one of the girls.

  "Mmmmm," Helen agreed languidly. "Perfect."

  "The guys want to know if you want to barbeque  something for lunch while 
it's still going," the girl, Erin, told them.

  The menfolk withdrew slack dongs from sated snatches before swimming back 
across to the car.  

  "So how many have you done?" Erin asked her friend, Jade.

  "Thirteen, how about you?"

  "Fifteen."

  "Oh you slut!"

  The two women were aghast at the equanimity with which they'd admitted to 
multiple partners and the apparent pride they'd felt over the achievement.   

  "Jeez, you'll have a reputation,"  giggled Peta, picturing herself on the 
receiving end of more than a dozen stiff cocks.

  "No, we're careful about where we do this,"  said Erin. "We do as we like 
on vacation, but are very careful during term.  Our parents and the Sisters 
would go ballistic if they discovered what we got up to, so we need to keep 
our two lives well separated."

  "Isn't hitch hiking dangerous?" asked Helen.

  "Depends on how far you're ready to go. I'd rather put out for a real pig 
of a guy than be murdered."


  "Yeah, see what you mean, but there are a lot of dicks over there."

  "Yes," sighed Jade dreamily. "Aren't there." 

  She'd never had to put out more than four times on any earlier trip, each 
in separate vehicles, but the idea of satisfying a score or more of healthy 
young cocks didn't faze her at all. On the other hand, brazen Erin had once 
entertained an entire football team and staff on a single trip, twenty-four
men in all, probably under the age of consent if her current appearance was 
any guide. 

  Erin and Jade had been the first to be picked up by the bus that morning, 
another chick alone and a two-some made the odds a managable two-and-a-half 
dicks per pussy. The other girls had admitted having swapped sexual favours 
for a ride in the past,  but none had ridden on a bus full of horny surfers 
before and,  despite their apprehensions  regarding that apparently onerous 
undertaking, had taken to it with relish.  However, when the bible-thumping 
brigade had joined in the sexual ruck, they were back to square one because 
their duo of chicks had no intention of adding to the number of acquiescent 
quims.

  Helen seemed both aghast and fascinated at their accounts of multiple sex 
partners,  understanding that none would have gone out consciously to screw 
twenty-odd lusty young men in a single day,  but having found themselves in 
the situation they'd made the best of it and experienced something new. The 
consensus, she found later, was that it had been very revealing in terms of 
their perception of sexual power, both personally and generally, and having 
started, go on to discover how far they could go in fucking with all of the 
available males as partners.

  "Oh God, I think I'd die of embarrassment," groaned Helen.

  "Didn't you just swap hubbies?" Erin asked with a mocking grin.

  "Just the once," she blushed, looking sheepishly at Peta. "I didn't think 
you'd be in it,  so I could hardly believe my eyes when you went and sat on 
Craig's dick. I was sure he'd chicken out when he saw Jamie's dick anywhere 
near my pussy."

  "And now you're sorry it happened," whined Peta. "You should have said. I 
did it because you seemed so sure about wanting to go all the way."

  "No, I'm not sorry it happened," Helen laughed self-consciously, "but I'm 
concerned about how we'll all get on together for the rest of the holidays. 
I feel as if I've stepped into the twilight zone or some equally unfamiliar 
place from which there's no returning to  the way things were."

  "Same with me," Peta consoled her, "but now, having done it, the question 
would seem to be quo vadis? What, if anything, will we do next in the field 
of extramarital sex?" 

  "It was exciting," Helen confided in a low, breathless voice.

  Peta nodded her agreement.

  "The change of partners was extremely stimulating to me; very arousing in 
a wicked, slutty kind of way," Helen went on.

  "Yeah," Jade interrupted. "I always feel like that. I usually stick on an 
innocent sort of facade, what most see as the way a convent chick would be, 
pretending to be surprised  that I'm actually required to have sex with the 
kind motorist and stringing him along a while with my protestations of some
misunderstanding. By the time I finally submit myself to him we're so randy 
that it's all over in an instant, but satisfying to me at least and letting 
me maintain my demure image. Other times I travel in slutty mode, and leave 
no doubt as to my willingness to please, because most guys on the road just 
want an active,  attractive feminine receptacle for their cocks and it's no 
real effort to be a free and easy trollop under those circumstances. And my 
reputation remains intact back in the real world."

  Helen and Peta looked at each other wistfully,  suddenly regretting their 
sinless, single lives where keeping up appearances  was more important than 
anything else,  remembering their mothers' emphasizing  what was seemly and 
giving due deference to what others might think.

  "You could if you want to," grinned the apparently telepathic Erin. "Your 
men are ready to try anything, so if you don't take advantage of the chance 
you'll die wondering how it might have been."

  "If only it was that easy," mused Peta.

  "Why isn't it?" chuckled Erin. "All you have to do is to let go and enjoy 
the sensation of being completely free of the rules, a liberated spirit for 
the first time.  Do it and you'll never feel the same about yourself again, 
I'll promise you."

  "That's the problem,"  Helen said morosely. "I might like the new me, but 
I'm concerned at how Craig'll feel about my much-used quim when it's over."

  "You don't reckon they're over there right now, busy trying to think of a 
way to get in amongst it and, because your shagging around the group is the 
key to their being able to do it.  They looked at us with pure lust because 
they want to try something, perhaps it's more correct to say somebody, new. 
You girls are the problem though, how you'd see their desires and would you 
be prepared to put yourselves about to assuage their consciences," she told 
them, waxing philosophical.

  Helen explained the bet and the outcome.

  "So, there you go.  D'you reckon they want you to watch on chastely, from 
a distance?"

  "I really don't know.  Besides, we're a bit old for the young guys around 
here."

  "Actually, your bums received positive comment when you got your gear off 
before," Jade put in.

  "They're a bit big," Peta blushed uncomfortably. "What was said?"

  "It was generally lewd, but the gist was that you've got "real" hips, the 
sort that many men fantasize over, big hips which work so furiously to give 
a bloke real pleasure. They all think with their dicks you know, but if you 
adopt the same outlook you can have just as much fun as they do, maybe even 
more." 

  They chatted on, Erin trying to persuade the older women to abandon their 
'niceness' for the duration of their holiday at least, until Jamie beckoned 
them back to eat.

  While they'd been across the water a pair of  female cyclists had arrived 
and swum nude before socializing with the surfer set in an unclad state and, 
after a can of Fanta, taking two of the young men down to the waterside and 
shagging happily.  While the four of them ate, two more girls appeared from 
inside the coach wearing tennis frocks:  from the pentecostalist group they 
surmised.  In no time one had been persuaded to  have it off with a surfer, 
followed soon after by her sister, as it emerged.  Both were extremely well
upholstered and obviously no strangers to the  pork sword as they stripped, 
spread and slotted the proffered pricks with alacrity, no hesitancy nor any 
doubt apparent.

  Peta found Jamie being very attentive,  sitting close as they listened to 
take in the interplay  between the naked youngsters around the big portable 
barbeque. Helen and Craig compared the physical attributes of the teenagers 
in view and teased each other how it might be to have sex with the subject, 
he apparently  not terribly fussed if she was to put herself about while he 
and Jamie took advantage of having won the bet across the pool.  Their talk 
embarrassed Peta, although she felt the sensual yearning to be able to join 
the salacious banter and voice her secret desire to be, for once, an object
of pure lust rather than love.

  Suddenly they were discussing the idea of actually joining the orgy after 
Helen revealed what Erin had suggested to them and Craig wanted to know her 
thoughts on the matter. She wasn't completely comfortable with matters, but 
was content enough to see him go and fuck himself stupid with the teenagers 
all around them, in accordance with their earlier agreements.  Her complete 
lack of jealous feelings intrigued her as she visualized her spouse lustily 
screwing a young chick with whom he'd become acquainted at the time he slid 
his dick into her pussy. It might, she considered, exorcise her deep-seated 
inhibition about promiscuously  offering her sexual favours to any stranger 
if she saw Craig do it first. The unabashed ogling of her naked body by any 
number of boys and youths had helped to reassure her that she wouldn't wait 
too long at all for a sexual partner if she'd  indicated her willingness to 
introduce her previously private pussy to a medley of undiscriminating male 
members. 

  The taller, redheaded cycliste glanced in their direction more than once, 
both Helen and Peta envious of her tall willowy figure of bronzed tan, neat 
boyish bottom and washboard tummy, before she and her paler friend took two 
of the surfers by the hand to find a spot on the grass to make love. They'd 
looked back at Craig and Jamie with  facial expressions which would be best 
described as inviting,  her husband meeting Helen's eye with a slight flush 
of uncertain excitement.

  "Go on then," she told him patiently. "You can go and play."

  She smiled and inclined her head towards the two women who were obviously 
at ease with the prospect of some serial loving.

  "Coming?" he asked Jamie.

  He looked inquiringly at Peta who shrugged her shoulders.  "I thought you 
won the bet," she told him slyly.

  "So what are you two going to do then?" asked Craig. 

  "What would you like us to do?"

  "Whatever you feel comfy with. Give it a whirl."

  "We'll see. You go first then,"  she told him with a sharp posterior slap 
of farewell and encouragement to get on with realizing his fantasy.

  As the men sauntered away the two wives tried to divine each other's true 
feelings toward the situation into which they'd fallen. Neither, it seemed, 
wanted to be seen as the instigator of any free-loving afternoon. Peta felt 
rather more inclined to put herself about sexually, but far less sure about 
speaking her mind on the matter

  They watched in silence as their menfolk replaced the two young men who'd 
been first to enjoy the enthusiastic love-making of the biking women, their 
sexual energy apparently undiminished by their initial bout as they writhed 
wantonly beneath the thrusting hips of the blokes, clutching desperately at 
the pumping buttocks to increase the force of every sliding stroke of stiff 
tools in their avid cunts.  

  A pair of the older group, the surfers, emerged from the water and looked 
their way while apparently conversing from the corners of their mouths and, 
as they approached,  both ladies found their eyes drawn irresistably to the 
semi-erect penises  swinging in pendulous arcs before their  cold-tightened 
balls. While they watched in trembling fascination they knew they'd soon be 
faced with a decision that could irrevocably  change their lives for either 
better or worse, their insides aching with intense trepidation.  

  "I think we're about to be propositioned,"  Helen whispered nervously. "I 
don't remember feeling this scared back when I resolved to allow Craig into 
my knickers the first time."

  "Hi, I'm Baz, this is Denny," the young giant told them.

  Helen introduced herself, then Peta, both tremulous of voice and blushing 
of cheek.  

  "We saw you gorgeous ladies looking left out of everything and thought we
would offer you our companionship," grinned Baz ingenuously.  "We saw it as 
the neighbourly thing to do as you were half way to joining in with us."

  "And you really take the concept of loving thy neighbour very seriously," 
Helen chuckled coyly.

  "Very," Baz agreed. "Especially those of the feminine gender."

  "And your caring attitude has nothing to do with adding to  your tally of 
sexual conquests, I suppose?"

  "Well, that's really a two way street,"  he laughed amiably. "A game with 
two players who both win. What could be more perfect?"

  "How does that add up?" she enquired, glancing at Peta.   

  Her friend's thoughts  were elsewhere as she stood against the end of the 
permanently anchored table with hands on Denny's shoulders while he fondled 
her tits, then kissing before reaching down to mutually caress each-other's 
more intimate parts.

  "Every innings ends with a scoreline of one-all," chuckled Bazza as Helen 
glanced down at his hard, upwardly curved cock.

  Taking it to be sign of acquiescence  he stepped forward to take both her 
hands in his, a moment of near-panic causing her take a short rearward step 
as her buttocks bumped the table so that he couldn't help  lurching against 
her trembling form. His hot, hefty cock, fully erect in anticipation of his
enjoying her body, throbbed between their tightly pressing bellies while he 
reached back to grip the orbs of her white, fleshy bottom in a disturbingly 
erotic embrace.

  Over his shoulder she could view her husband still entwined with the easy
redhead while the buxom, church chicks spread their towels beside him after 
swimming, reclining in much less than lady-like positions before two youths 
watching them accepted the clear invitation to share a carnal dalliance.  A 
desperate backward glance revealed Peta sitting  upon the edge of the heavy 
tabletop in a most indelicate pose, her left foot on Denny's right shoulder 
and her right on a bench beside as salacious sounds of pleasure escaped her 
quivering lips, he leaning forward over her sucking her swollen nipples and 
his busy fingers titillating her distended clitoris.

  "What are you doing?" squeaked Helen in fright.

  "I'm caressing these lovely breasts,"  murmured Baz, gently tweaking each 
stretched nipple to thrill her.

  "I don't remember giving permission," Helen mumbled lamely.

  "Your hubbies reckoned you'd try a bit of 'hide-the-salami' in return for 
them cooking on our barbie."

  "They didn't!" blurted Helen. "...... did they?"

  "Never let it be said that we'd renege on a deal like that," Peta laughed 
huskily as she reached for Denny's slim, swarthy tool.

  Poking it into the moist slit amidst her black, furry muff to moisten the 
sepia knob, she parted the thick inner frills and pulled it into her hungry 
sex portal.

  "Go on then,"  she urged him in a breathlessly sensual whisper, using her 
lacquered fingers to guide his prick as he penetrated her fully with just a 
single easy push of his hips.

  Rising to a semi-sitting position she wrapped her arms about his neck and 
crossed her feet behind his thighs as she  parted her trembling lips to his 
probing tongue.

  "Oooh, that's nice," she breathed hotly into his ear to let him know that 
his long, slow thrusts were just right for her.

  "Craig wouldn't ever say anything like that,"  Helen gabbled nervously as 
Baz continued to fondle her quivering bosom.

  "True," he admitted sheepishly. "I just wanted to see if you'd go for it. 
Peta did."

  She glanced rearward again to see  Peta writhing and moaning passionately 
in her pleasurable pursuit as Denny's dark,  glistening prick slid wetly in 
and out of her juicy vagina.

  "Did you actually suggest it to Craig?" she asked Baz. 

  "Yeah, I did. He said it wasn't up to him, but for you to decide,"  Bazza
told her while gently stroking her blonde, pubic muff in trying to worm his 
finger between her firmly closed thighs.

  "Did he tell you to ask?" she gasped as the digit slid backward along her 
furry slit, then curled forward between her frilly inner lips to get at her 
sensitive clitty.

  "Nope he was very non-committal about it," he told her sincerely, smiling 
genially as her thighs suddenly parted, apparently of their own volition.

  She was about to speak again when Peta interrupted her.

  "Oh for Christ's sake Helen!" she gasped in exasperation. "Please shut up. 
Either get on with it or go away. You're ruining our fun."

  Helen reddened uncomfortably, but didn't protest as Baz lifted her by the 
bottom to sit at the very edge of the rough planked table top to spread her 
substantial legs to him while raising her arms to his shoulders in a gentle 
embrace as he tilted her chin upward to kiss her full on the mouth. When he 
didn't force it she parted her lips to allow his tongue to probe within and 
reciprocated happily as her ardour grew, his thick cock making tiny jerking 
movements where it was trapped between their pressed bellies and making her  
reach down to stroke it out of curiosity.  Taking this as her indication of  
readiness for sex, he lifted her legs to his waist and poked at her exposed 
pussy with kis knob. She'd have liked a little more time for foreplay to be 
entirely happy with her situation as a budding sybarite, but accepted it to 
keep the rest of them happy.  

  As things transpired she was a bit more ready for him than she'd realized, 
her oozing sheath stretching easily around Baz's hard organ when he entered 
her fully with a single push and then lowered her back on the table to suck 
at her fully distended red nipples with his hips not moving.

  "This feels as good as I've ever felt," he sighed warmly.

  "Mmmm," she intoned luxuriously, tightening her cunt around the hard tool 
so deep within her body.

  "You know, I've never made love with a lady older than I am before."

  "I don't really want you to make love to me," she smiled archly.  "I just 
want to be seriously fucked, as they say in the classics. Now that you have 
found yourself in here I think you should show me what you can do. My moral
reputation is ruined if my friends find out about this, so make it good for 
a newly qualified slut, I don't want my fall to be in vain."

  He chuckled at her strangely hysterical outburst and gave her a series of 
short,  sharp thrusts as she spurred him on with her heels in his buttocks, 
lying back on the table and rolling her broad bottom as he slid his cock so 
smoothly within her unctuous vagina, revelling in the rugged jolting of his 
hard abdomen against her open crotch and inner thighs. Peta's face was then 
close beside hers as the other received an equally robust shagging with her 
newfound lover and surprised Helen with her volubility;  having made barely 
any sound when she'd fucked with Craig a little earlier. She seemed to have 
shed her inhibitions as she urged Denny on in fairly lascivious terms, with 
her ankles against his ears and legs bowed while his taut, corrugated tummy 
slapped noisily on her thighs and buttocks while they wallowed in unbridled 
pleasure.

  "Hang on," grunted Bazza between gritted teeth as he leaned right back to 
lift her feet to his wide shoulders.

  She felt extremely vulnerable in that position, with him holding her legs 
so tightly at the front confluence to enable him to shove hard and fully at 
her immobile pussy while leaving her only able to move slightly, so she lay 
there and thought  it was probably as good to receive as it was to give and 
murmured vaguely lewd expressions of this new sexual pleasure. The inablity 
to participate fully irked her sufficiently to ask him to stop so she could 
put both feet on the ground and her broad buttocks against the table before 
they recommenced with her then able to gyrate and thrust her hips to his.

  Behind her, Peta announced her impending orgasm in a manner that would've 
caused any porn actress some envy. With an unrestrained cry of joy she went 
rigid with Denny, their shiny bodies locked tightly in the sweating embrace 
of climax while jerking wildly with the hot spasms of ecstacy that engulfed 
her senses.

  "Go for it,"  gasped Helen to Baz as she lifted her legs to his waist and 
lay back again.

  He seemed to be in no great haste so she thrust her hips upwards and more 
urgently to impart the message of her rapidly increasing  need for release, 
causing him to lean forward from the  waist to bang harder and faster until 
she felt the burgeoning tingle of climax in her loins.

  "Oh yes!" she cried at last. "Yes, ye-es!"

  A sudden rush of sensual pleasure swept through her body as she abandoned 
herself to the wickedly erotic sensations that libidinous loving brought on, 
her climactic bliss hightened by his continuing to ram his thick penis into 
her convulsing pussy until he drove in hard and his muscular body collapsed 
with his full weight on her as he spasmodically jerked in release.

  When she eventually rejoined the world she looked about to find that Peta 
and Denny had gone and that a number of people,  excluding Craig and Jamie, 
were looking uphill at she and Baz. The two cyclists were hosting new cocks 
while the other young chicks were all happily sharing  what seemed to be an 
inexhaustable supply of stiff dick. Peta then emerged from the water, dried 
herself perfunctorily and joined her hubby on the grass.     

  Helen would have been content to remain  beneath Bazza's solid form for a 
bit longer,  but he wasn't one to let the grass grow underfoot, withdrawing 
his flaccid dong from her sloppy pussy and standing back to help her to her 
feet again. He flashed her the knowing grin of his unspoken appreciation of 
their brief but wonderfully carnal union and she smiled back to acknowledge 
her own enjoyment of their entirely physical intercourse: an occasion which 
she was sure she would remember fondly for all time.

  Her legs felt weak and tremulous as she strolled  down to the others with 
her hand in Baz's huge paw, took a dip and, when he went off to find a beer, 
rejoined her spouse who was chatting to a couple of the girls with Craig.

 "Oh my God, look at that," gasped Helen, covering her pussy with one hand. 
"They're having two more straight off."

  "Yeah," Peta murmured wistfully as Jane and Emma, the bible school girls, 
accommodated another penis each.

  "They're catching up," grinned Dani. "I reckon they're close to twelve or 
more now."

  "How many have you had then?" enquired a wide-eyed Peta.

  "A baker's dozen."

  "Truly?"

  "Honestly."

  "What's it like?"

  "Okay. Quite an experience actually."

  "Have you done it before."

  "No, never even thought about it to be honest. I suppose it's a matter of 
being in the right place at the right time. I have had three nookies on the 
way to the beach before,  but all with different drivers in different cars. 
This is my first mob-job."

  A thoughtful silence ensued and the women gazed at the sexual performance 
of the seven busy couples shagging away in front of they and their husbands 
at Dani and Beth. Their dicks had swelled to semi-tumescence in response to 
the proximity of young women who were fucking promiscuously and were trying 
to figure a way to get back amongst it. 

  "You can give it a try if you want to, dear," Craig told Helen.

  She looked startled and a little guilty,  as if he'd divined her thoughts 
exactly,  but realized that he seemed to be aware that she'd recently had a 
pussyful of Baz's mutton-gun.

  "I've just got used to the idea of having a nooky  with my husband's best 
friend, or is that my best friend's husband," she chuckled self-consciously 
and blushed.

  "Was that so bad?"  

  She glanced quickly at Jamie,  then averted her eyes and blushingly shook 
her head.

  "So?" he persisted.

  "You just want to bonk some young stuff," she accused him.

  "Yeah, but you'll get more than me," he admitted.

  She gave him a long, searching look before turning to Peta.

  "Can you believe this?"

  "Call his bluff then," Peta giggled uncomfortably when she realized Jamie 
knew they'd already partaken of an adulterous shagging, but now wasn't sure 
about repeating it in front of him. If Helen accepted her dare she would be 
expected to follow her to some indiscriminate fucking.

  "Go on, I dare you," grinned Craig.

  Without any words she stood and walked up the bank, her well-upholstered, 
white, posterior region rolling and  quivering deliciously with every step. 
Boof was coming down from  the vehicles with an erect prick seeking vaginal 
solace when she accosted him with a hand on to his hip. He initially looked 
surprised, glancing at Craig for some confirmation that his wife's cunt was 
actually on offer,  stepping into her embrace when he got a wink of assent. 
She slid her arms up around his neck while they kissed deeply, grinding her 
ample hips to his before dragging  him down on top of her and inserting his 
hard cock into her ready twat. Her big legs encircled his sweating torso as 
his sliding prick glistened wetly in the sunlight and the rest looked on at 
her real joy at being fucked in that situation.

  "I didn't thing she'd actually go for it," Peta gasped softly.

  "Shocked?" Jamie enquired gently.

  "Not as much as I should be."

  "How so?"

  "We've seen each other having it of with other's partners today and Helen 
and Craig have gone one step further, but it doesn't really seem to be that 
far to me now."

  He glanceded at Craig who lay back as Dani sucked upon his hardening cock, 
then took Beth's nude form with lust-filled eyes before turning back to his 
wife.

  "D'you want to try it?" he asked her.

  "What would you think?" she blushed, playing the innocent.

  "It would make me very horny."

  "To watch me?"

  "Yep."

  "Truly?"

  "I promise."

  "Do you love me?"

  "I love you with all my heart."

  "But will you still love me after I do something as slutty as this?"

  "As much. I want to see you be a real harlot. It'll be a real turn on for 
me and we'll probably never get another chance to do anything like this."

  A youth stood looking enquiringly at Beth, his tool standing horizontally 
as she began to rise to her feet, but Peta grasped her hand.

  "Look after Jamie?"  she asked before Beth could leave. "You can see that 
he lusts for your body."

  Beth boldly stepped over him and gripped his swelling prick as she kissed 
his lips at length.

  "Have fun," Peta giggled nervously and walked over to the young bloke and 
embraced him salaciously.

  Jamie lay on his side to watch his wife as Beth positioned herself behind 
him, head between his slim thighs, to suck his circumcised penis. Peta then
introduced the youth's slender, pink prick to her willing vulva,  the plump 
lips fringed with trimmed brown hair, where he thrust easily into her juicy 
slit.  The muscles of her solid thighs tightened as he withdrew to ram into 
her once more,  giving him a ride to remember as she bucked and writhed and 
stroked his flanks, urging him to push his hips harder and faster in fairly 
basic terms as her reserve evaporated.

  Beth felt Jamie's penis harden appreciably at the sight of his wife's now
wanton behavior and thrilled as an unseen tongue found her clitty.

  "I couldn't resist," Craig grinned as she looked down and their eyes met. 
"You have a lovely pussy. D'you mind?"

  She shook her head very slightly, opening her slim thighs widely to allow 
him better access to her crotch,  seeing Dani trying to smile at her around 
a mouthful of penis and smiled back, wincing at the abrasive contact of his 
stubbly chin on her soft inner thighs. However she suffered this a bit more 
willingly when his tongue and fingers probed her tingling passion pit.

  Jamie drew her up to slide his wet tool into her from  behind as they lay 
on their sides to watch Peta invite one more of the lads to replace his pal 
who'd just vacated her unsated cunt; then oblivious to all but the need for 
a hard cock inside her hungry snatch.  Beside her Helen rapturously writhed 
and gurgled as she showed her third boy what a friendly chick she was, both 
women lost in a voluptuous mist of purely physical pleasure.

  Even with his prick sliding within her and his hands  kneading her tender 
titties,  Jamie's attention was wholly focused on his spouse's unrestrained 
pleasure, Beth's cunt being only the medium for vaginal masturbation.  Peta 
looked over at him and  grinned crookedly as the young bloke got up after a 
quick bout,  making a circle sign to indicate that he was being well looked 
after by Beth,  then stretched back to open her legs widely and signify her 
readiness for the next guy seeking to share his sexual need with her.

  Peta had taken the last of the waiting youths while their spouses pounded 
their hips on those of Beth and Dani,  Helen feeling both pleasure tempered 
with envy and doubt at watching their slim teener bodies moving without any 
inhibition and turning the guys on with their youthful exuberance.  After a 
dip she spread her towel on the grass between Peta and Erin and lay tanning 
her figure as she considered her position,  resolving to try another casual 
union as the first experience had been a plus to her. Peta grimaced, gasped 
and groaned in her pleasurable exertions, desperately clutching at the slim 
body as he fiercely thrust his tingling tool in and out of her juicy snatch, 
coming very quickly and, then satisfied, arose looking a bit self-conscious 
at having been watched. 

  Peta took a refreshing plunge when two boys arrived from the far bank and 
began groping her so, rather than protesting at their eager attentions, she
reciprocated before all three climed out to dry land. One of them whispered 
something into her ear and she laughed with a skake of her head, then moved
up to where Helen lay. 

  "I brought you one too,"  Peta laughed gaily as she pushed her new friend 
down and knelt astride his excited body before bearing down easily upon her 
ample hips to sheath his sword in her shamelessly promiscuous pussy.

  Helen rolled over to glance at the youngster standing  at her feet with a 
deliciously upcurved tool jutting out from his thick, black pubic hairs and 
an expression of uncertainty on his face, so she gave him a reassuring grin
and drew up her knees to display her pussy in the manner which conveyed her 
willingness to play.  When he fell into her welcoming  embrace she realized 
that she was now in the gang-bang line, but it didn't seem to be a chore at 
all, in fact less so when his cool cock slid fully inside her.

  His thrusting was completely inexperienced,  hard and rapid with his only 
motive being his release without any consideration for her,  but beyond his 
shoulder she spied several more horny boys awaiting a berth, relaxed in the 
knowledge that she'd come in due course as there were plenty to finish what 
her present partner had initiated. With heaving hips she matched his fierce 
fucking until he groaned softly while convulsing blissfully with his weight 
fully on her, giving her a shy grin before withdrawing his slackening penis 
from her quim, leaving her fingering her red clitoris while she awaited his 
replacement.

  Peta's partner was more of a stayer and she gyrated wildly above his slim
pumping hips in a scene of total sexual abandonment, her lack of inhibition 
then encouraging Helen to go on with the game more confidently.  Their guys 
were then engaged with the teenage sisters from the biblebashing brigade so 
she grinned rather lewdly at a well hung youth  who was gazing at her puffy 
snatch,  shedding her last vestiges of reserve to haul him roughly over her 
lusting body and unceremoniously guide his stiff prick to her avid pleasure 
pouch with a delighted sigh at his full and easy penetration.        

  And so the afternoon  continued until Baz rounded up the coach passengers 
at about a quarter-to-three and the old diesel sprang smoothly to life with 
Denny demonstrating enormous skill on the gearstick as the venerable Albion 
ambled effortlessly up the steep incline to the highway.

  "So how many?" Craig enquired of his wife.

  "How many what?" asked Helen sharply.

  "How many times did you get shagged?"

  "I wouldn't have thought that was the kind of query a lady would answer."

  "You weren't being very ladylike when I last looked over," he chuckled 
affectionately.

  "Really slutty?"

  "Yeah, wonderfully slutty," he reminisced with a happy grin.

  "You enjoyed it?"

  "Oh yeah, rapt."

  "Is this how you want the rest our holiday to be?"

  "If you're game."

  "It wasn't so bad," Helen said thoughtfully. "In fact it was quite fun. I 
don't feel very much different from before,  except that I now have a sense 
of power and confidence and I still love my husband."

  He kissed her mouth,  her lips swollen and red from all the kissing she'd 
endured during the shaggarama.

  "Oh, I love you too, darling,"  he laughed as he hugged her tightly. "You 
brought my fantasy to life and it was just so arousing."

  "How many did you do then, not counting us?"  Peta asked him. "Jamie will
admit to five."

  "Yes," Craig told her as he thought. "Yep, that'd be right, now how about 
you two."

  "Eight," Peta told them simply while Helen coyly held up seven fingers. 

  "Oh you harlots!" cried Craig in feigned shock. "You'll be smoking next."

  They all laughed until Peta brought a more sober mood to matters. "Nobody 
answered Helen's question about how  we behave during the rest of our hols. 
I think it'd be best to agree on that right now."

  "I'd like everyone to just say what they feel about things, not what they 
think the others think, right?" said Helen.

  "Okay, so what do you think love?" Craig asked her.

  She blushed and inhaled deeply. "I'm surprised at myself, but I'd like to 
have the freedom to make love with anyone I like from now 'til we get home."

  "Hear, hear," chorused the guys in unison.

  "Fine," smiled Peta. "No recriminations over what anyone else does, okay?"

  "Agreed,"  they told her together before getting into the vehicle for the 
remainder of their journey.

  It took almost an hour to catch and pass the surfers' coach,  a cheer and 
a wave from a bare boobed Jane, Emma and the dark complexioned girl, Gina. 

  "That's the best way to travel," giggled Peta, pulling her single garment, 
a long t-shirt, off over her head to sit nude as Craig leaned back with his 
head in her lap.

  "Did you ever think of getting a belly-button ring," he asked her, poking 
his tongue into the deep slit of her navel.

  "Jamie likes the look, but I'm a bit worried about the pain in getting it 
done."

  "I might get an earring," he mused. "What d'you reckon Helen?"

  "Whatever turns you on, sweetie," she replied, noticing Peta's nudity and 
removing her t-shirt too. She'd seen her spouse's hand at Peta's crotch and 
her friend's sliding beneath the waistband of his shorts.

  "It looks as if it'll be one of those sorts of trips," she said to nobody 
in particular.

  "Pardon?" said Jamie who was driving again.

  "Nothing, darling," she said. "I'll get Craig to relieve you in a bit."

                                      *