Written by Mark S

Erotic
5 Oct 2006


My wife and I had an experience I think you would like to read about, on holiday this year.

Debbie is 37, 38d and a cuddly sort of big girl. Not fat, and as she cannot have children she has no stretch marks etc.

We had a chalet for a week. Saturday to Saturday. After a busy weekend we took Monday easy. I was up first and opened the curtains to let in the sun. It is cool in the chalet first thing so I put the fan heater on to warm it up for Debbie. When Debbie got up, she went to the loo, made friends with the flannel and came thru for a cuppa. Debbie came up to me in her short nightie, the near see thru black one I like, and bent down to kiss me. I put my book down and grasped the front of the nightie so she could not stand up. She said I was a dirty bugger who just wanted to look down her cleavage. I grabbed her left tit and groped it for a bit, and bunched a little in my hand. "you are trying to get this off me you dirty old man" she said. I let go of her tit and went for her slit, getting one then two fingers in. "Perv, is you want some, ask nicely" "Not me oh sex bomb of my life, but those guys playing football are getting a good look at your chuff" I said.

She tried to stand up. I told her to do it slowly, and let go of the nightie. When she looked out of the french windows she turned back quickly and sat down beside me. "You bastard, you bloody perv, what was that all about?" There was a thud. The ball had come over to us. A young guy with a cheeky grin came to get it, grinning and leering at Debbie.

All week Debbie was thinking about what I had done. She admitted that after the shock she was turned on. I asked if she had thought of doing some more. "What, flashing?" "Well, I know you would not do anything else, you don't have the nerve" "Says you"

Well she did. On the Thursday morning, Debbie emerged in a towel. She stood facing me and said, "Throw me that jar please" It was a cream. I threw it and as she caught it she lost the towel. The lads got a side on view of the 38 d's and a full frontal as she retrieved the towel. "So, not the nerve then, how was that?". She had planned it, dirty cow.

I said when she was dressed, "I bet thats as far as you go"

she asked how far she could go. I said as far as you dare, not very.

Debbie grabbed her purse and went to the site shop. When she came back she had arranged to meet the lads in a pub, Friday night. She said I would be at a meeting to do with work. "Balls, I said, "why Friday, we got Saturday morning?"

That was why. No come backs. "I bet you chicken out". We had a ruddy good fuck that night.

Friday Debbie put on the best dress she had with us, dark blue, low cut and a split up the left leg that goes rather high. "What time do I have to be home?" she said. "I am leaving at 9.30, be here in time to change"

Debbie got back just after eight. I was stunned She was a bit bedraggled. On the drive home she told me what went on.

By about half past nine Debbie was feeling no pain. I called to see how she was but her phone rang from the kitchen were she had left it.

By about half ten Debbie says, she had been felt up several times, tits and arse and one brave boy bot two fingers wet while snogging Debbie in the corridor outside the toilets. In all there were six lads, one was sober as he was driving the mini bus they had rented. When the pub closed they all went to a beach car park and polished of a few alcopops. Debbie was in the back between two lads, one got her snogging while the other undid the zip on the back of the dress. One from behind her reached over and pushed the dress off Debbies shoulders and started playing with the 38 d's. The one that undid the zip started to work the dress down from the top and up from the bottom. He managed a finger until Debbie slid forward a bit so he could get three in. Some one shouted "Shit, a car, could be police look at the side". Debbie doesn't know what it was but the mini bus started up. Halfway home and Debbie says she was on her back on the seat, head under the window with her ankles held under the arms of a guy who had his cock all the way up. He had a condom on but she never thought to mention it first. Two more lads got in Debbie before the mini bus stopped, but only the first two had cum. They were at the lads chalet. Debbie was led in with just a lads jacket on her shoulders. Inside Debbie was pinned to the wall for a knee trembler from the guy who was last fucking her on the way back. Before he finished they others had put a mattress on the floor. As Debbie was let away from the wall she was led to the mattress, and one lad said "Put the bitch on her knees and lets spit roast her". They did. Debbie says she got turned on with the dirty talk. She was called a whore, sex mattress, fuck easy lay cock sucker and many more. She was fucked by all six at least once, Two of them in her arse, a couple at least did it twice. When they were done Debbie was covered with a quilt and left on the floor. She slept a while and then she said one by one tha lads all came back for more, one of them said " Your a right fucking slut, does your old man know that?" "He will in the morning" she said. Around seven Debbie woke up and decided to shower and come home. When she got out of the shower one of the lads asked her to bend over the table so he could do her from behing. She said she must go as she had to get ready to leave. "Well don't fuck about then, bend over and lets get on with it." Next thing she new Debbie was over the table being shafted. Two more lads lined up and Debbie said she must be back by 9 o'clock. some one said No sweat.

As the third or fourth lad took his turn the doorbell went. "Shit, who's that" said a voice. Debbie was taken to the bedroom while the door was opened. It was the bloke that runs the site. He has seen Debbie go in the night before and as he passed that mornig heard what he knew was her being fucked. Debbie was back on the mattress being spit roast again by a lad and the manager. When he was done he left to fetch his mate so he could fuck Debbie too.

When she came in at 9.20 Debbie said, did I know a certain rest place on the way home. I said I did. "Good, meet us there, the boys are going part of our way home, I am fucked, but they are going to fuck me as much of the way home as they can."

At the stop, Debbie was a bit glassy eyed. The boys as she calls them, had fucked her several times, once, on a country lane they had her up against the back window so a couple of blokes in a car could watch as she was fucked from behind. The passenger took photo's on his phone. Good job the bus was rented.

I left Debbie in the car while I went in for a leak and some tea. When I got back, the lads had two blokes from the kitchen with them, letting them fuck Debbie in our car with seat tilted back. When they were done one of the lads came over and said, "The cum slut just got us a free breaky. I don't know how you keep up with her. You must let her fuck anyone she wants right?" I said of course, she is known as the easiest lay in the village. "That I can believe mate, I wrote a number on her dress, call it when you want us to come and fuck her some more, bye"

Debbie was sore for days. She went to the Doctor about a rash on her upper inner thighs. He asked if she had trousers that rubbed. She said not so he asked with care about sexual activity. He treated her for friction burns!

When I told her about saying she was known as an easy lay, she said, "That may just come true, what do you think?"

With a bit of luck I will have more for you soon.

Mark.