Beetles music came from the little transistor radio as Jenny sat with her legs curled up. The hot afternoon sun shone relentlessly on the North Devon coast as surfers braved the waves. She wore white lace-up plimsolls which matched her skimpy tee shirt, these contrasted with tight blue cut off jeans. An unexpected eddy of gentle breeze whipped up strands of the long dark hair that plunged down below her shoulders - Jenny was slim and lithe, a regular dancer, she looked even younger than her 18 years. Fifty yards away, two strong looking youths eyed her closely - Jenny had spoken to them earlier, Bob had been full of fun, but spoke with a strong accent, down from the north for the surfing - the other was called Jed and he worked with the local boat builder, well that was when he did any work, the way Jenny understood it. Closer by, little Thomas squealed with delight as he jumped up and down in the rock pool - it would be time for her to take him home for his tea soon. Four hours later, she had managed to get Thomas off to sleep - Jenny crept by his room so not to waken him as she let herself out, the jeans having been hastily changed for the shortest of cotton skirts. Jenny wore no panties the gentle wisps of air cooled her bush as she hurried down to the local inn, feeling and hearing the crunch of the gravel path beneath her thin rubber soles. Bob and Jed were there already and had drinks on the bar, they were both still dressed in their frayed and faded beachwear - there was live music and the place was packed, a throng of both locals and holiday makers revelling - the session went on till after closing time. The three of them left arm in arm and walked to the beach noisily, Jed stumbled over some milk bottles, a loud voice of protest coming from an upstairs window. At the beach, Jenny squatted down and peed onto the sand. The lads cheered and followed suit seeing who could reach the furthest. Round a small headland they were now well clear of the village, the light of the moon bounced off the gentle ripple of the ebb tide. Jenny splashed through a pool, the water squelching in her plimsolls - she bent down, her little skirt reaching up above her tight bum - Jed came forcefully from behind - she gasped at first and was confronted by Bob\'s massive cock that she quickly took in between her cute lips. Both men reached their climax quickly, but she was not sated and lay down on the sand spaying out her legs and screaming at them to finish her off - Bob\'s massive cock lived again and slid into her pussy which was soaking with Jed\'s cum. When it came, Jenny\'s orgasm was cataclysmic and she hollered out as if she was waking the dead - she writhed and gasped and then lay in ext-racy listening to the sound of the sea. Jenny closed her eyes and thought back - she had not seen Thomas\'s father for three weeks now - he had come home with three of his work pals and she had cooked and served for them as was her duty. One of them had pinched her bottom, later she had taken them all in turns - the stout one had the smallest \"willy\" she had ever seen - it fitted quite well up her arse, her first anal experience. Whilst Thomas\'s father had his throbbing manhood down her throat, the other two had taken her in turn. She swallowed his cum just as they all came together, well except for the little one - he had been first up her cunt and was resting now, he looked rather too red in the face for her liking. Jenny smiled to herself as she pondered the situation. It had been good looking after little Thomas over these last eight weeks - his mother, Lady Beaton-Smythe had been so kind, threating her just like one of the family and had allowed two nights off per week to come out to the pub and have all this fun. Still, an au pair\'s life was not for ever - she would be off to \"uni\" next week to start reading law. Who knows, one day she might even become an Appeal Judge like Thomas\' father. NB All Plimboy\'s fictional stories have some basis in truth - it is for the author to know which bits are fact and for the reader to imagine!