Written by Shirley Travels

Meetings
5 Dec 2015


I firmly believe that inside the DNA of every female is the gene that tells her she has to get inside a guys jeans. In some it is simply for the act of procreation in others it is stronger. In my case I suspect it is much, much stronger.

My first holiday with my husband-to-be was a camping holiday. The first four days had consisted of sex, sex, sex followed by lots more sex. The fifth day started out with lots of shagging and continued into the early evening the same way then we went out for supper then the pub. For the nitty gritty please see my previous episode published Friday 4th December 2015.

The banging stopped. It was getting dark. Everything was quite quiet. We heard what sounded like a Primus being pumped up then a Tilley lamp flared. The big advantage of going camping with a mini van over camping on a motorbike was that there was room for a few luxuries. A kettle whistled. Water was being poured.

“Tea's ready when you are!” came the call from outside.

“Thank you,” we replied in unison, “be right out.” I finished.

Those of you that remember James 200 motorbikes and the original mini vans will also know that nice fat rolls of very absorbent kitchen towels were one on the many things that hadn't been invented then. We had Man Size Kleenex (other brands were available) which took up far too much room on a motorbike and Hand-Andies which were much more manageable but real buggers to get into, especially in a rapidly darkening tent.

“What should I put on?” I asked David passing him the packet of Handi-Andies to open. The problem, if it should be considered a problem, was that David always had a good helping of spunk for me and although he was very careful cleaning me up afterwards there was always the bulk of his seed too deep inside for his tongue to reach. Yes, I sucked his cock and swallowed. Yes, I always tried to lick and suck him clean afterwards and he didn't hesitate to use his mouth and tongue on me but, and here's the silly bit, we hadn't got so far as to work out that; if after spunking inside me and me cleaning him up, he put his cock back inside to get it covered with more spunk, I could then lick and suck it clean and we could continue until it was all gone. Of course there was also the added bonus that with all that sucking and licking he would be ready to fuck again quite quickly. As I said we hadn't got to that stage at that time, pity.

So, what to wear? Mum probably realised that we were going to 'have sex' while we were away but I didn't really want to rub it in by bringing home ten pairs of spunk stained knickers to wash, hence the need for the Handi-Andies which were proving a real bugger to open. The plan was to fold one into a pad and slip it inside my knickers. I'm sure I'm not the only girl to have done that countless times.

“Go as you are,” suggested David, “the lads have seen you almost naked and for the last half hour or so they've heard and watched us shagging. What's to hide?”

I could see a flaw with that. “Fine, for you and the boys but what about the other happy campers? There might be kids around as well as strait-laced mothers or wives.” I told him.

“Hold on,” he replied, even in the gloom I could see he was smiling, “I'll see who's about and how dark it is.” He stuck his head out of the door.

He laughed, “Come and have a look,” he suggested. I stuck my head out the flap.

The lads had finished making their camp. All was tidy and ship-shape. The banging we had heard was them putting up a series of screens forming a long wind-break that curved around the far side of their tent, across the front and extended to within about six feet of our tent. There were four fold-up chairs outside, one spare between them and one opposite. The icing on the cake was that their khaki shorts were around their ankles and they were both stroking their cocks in the light of a Tilley lamp.

“Hi,” called one, “We thought you had a good idea so decided to follow your advice. Come and join us.” He waved us over. David and I looked at each other then, without a word wriggled out of the tent and joined them. We were both naked. Introductions were made and David sat on the chair between them. I did wonder if the space had been left for me then considered that, in the hope that I wouldn't be too dressed sitting opposite would give them a better view. Clever boys! I sat down opposite and lounged back in the chair.

David whispered something in their ears and they removed their shorts completely. Now we were all naked and I had three guys sitting opposite me all stroking their cocks. I was mesmerised. I had tossed David off a couple of times when I wasn't feeling up to much else. I'd sucked him off frequently but mostly I only stroked his cock when I wanted it in my pussy. I only saw David do it himself when my needs exceeded his power of recovery. He would kneel between my legs and stroke his cock until it was fit to do the deed.

“You thinking of shagging my girl while you wank?” asked David.

“Yep,” said Martin and Phil simultaneously.

“So am I.” replied David with a dirty grin in my direction. He didn't clarify if he was thinking about himself shagging me or thinking about Martin and Phil shagging me. But I did know that my pussy was suddenly a whole lot wetter than it was when I left the tent and it wasn't dry then!

They each seemed to have different techniques. Martin's preference was for bursts of short sharp strokes, his hand never going over his knob head. Then he'd stop for a breather before starting again. Phil, on the other hand, used a longer, slower action with his fist going as far as possible up his cock then as far down as he could pushing the swollen head out into the night air. David's technique was completely different. He had just emptied his balls into me so I wasn't expecting him to be competing in the stiff cock stakes with Martin and Phil just yet. David just held the head of his limp dick between thumb and forefinger and teased his foreskin back and forth over the purple head. It was surprisingly effective and soon he was able to take the growing length in his fist. Once his cock had stiffened sufficiently he maintained a similar slow steady action to Phil's but he placed his forefinger and thumb such that they worked over the cock head together as his fist worked the head in and out of view.

“C'mon, show us how girls do it.” suggested David. Neither Martin nor Phil tried to dissuade me.

On our first night David had tried to talk me into doing a streak back to the tent after our shower. If I'd been totally sure that there were no kids about I would have done. In the end I compromised and wore my knickers. We'd both known I was an exhibitionist for a long time. Initially I had flashed David 'accidentally' not knowing if he would enjoy it or not. He did and encouraged me to flash other guys. He loved me to dress sexily when we went out, leaving my bra and tights off despite wearing very short skirts. We both knew that although I was teasing other guys it would be David's cock that sent me home with a pussy full of spunk every time. Since we had been on holiday he had gone out of his way to create situations where I could flash and tease.

I loved flashing and teasing other guys but now David was encouraging me to go a step further.

I struggled out of the deck chair and started to lie down at their feet. “Hold on,” said Martin. He disappeared into the tent and emerged with an old army blanket which he laid on the grass. Much more comfortable. He passed me a pillow, even better. The boys got out of their chairs and knelt as close to me as they could. David was between my feet, Martin close against my left thigh and Phil on the right. They each had a perfect view of the ensuing proceedings. I had an audience! I bent my knees and swung my legs apart. The boys went back to stroking cocks as I reached down between my raised thighs.

Unlike now I wasn't nice and smooth then. I wasn't bushy either. I quickly learned that it was better to trim nice and close than be epilated hair by hair when they became caught in David's teeth and ripped from my bush. No contest really.

The boys had an excellent view of my tidy pussy. I used the fingers of one hand to hold the swollen lips apart displaying the wet, swollen recently fucked hole behind and the fingers of the other hand started to play.

“Watch and learn boys,” I instructed, “every girl you have will have has nice wet pussy and every girl will love you playing with it if you do it right.”

The guys wanked and I frigged myself totally enjoying the attention they gave me as much as the pleasure of seeing them pleasing themselves. I came many times, small but exciting ones.

I could tell Martin was going to be the first to loose control of his balls and watched him carefully as I frigged myself faster. I slipped another finger into my cunt and worked both in and out frantically. Spunk erupted from Martin's cock splashing onto my thigh and the lower part of my belly.

The sight of his spunk spurting pushed me into a proper orgasm. I jerked and moaned with pleasure without reducing my frigging pace. Martin looked shocked, I could see he was about to apologise and told him in no uncertain terms that he shouldn't even think about it.

Phil was obviously encouraged by this and moved slightly giving himself a clear aim at the top and front of my thighs. I kept stroking myself, watching his hands and cock while listening to his breathing. He was close, very close. I lifted my pussy up towards him.

“C'mon big boy, cover me with your hot spunk!”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Spunk hit the back of my hand, I moved my hand and tried to get my pussy even closer to him. He was dead on target, spunk hit my cunt, mons and the inside of my thigh sending me over the top yet again. He milked his cock of the last few drops and let them dribble onto my belly. That just left my David!

“Where do you want it, Sweetheart?”

I wanted it where I always want it, in my cunt! I just wasn't sure if David was ready to fuck me with Martin and Phil actually watching his every stroke.

“Over my tits, Lover.” I told him. David straddled me, pinning my arms to my side, his cock inches from the valley between my tits. His fist was a blur, his eyes closed and he rose to his knees. He pointed his cock down and let out a satisfied sigh as the first load hit me on my nose. He moved a little and the next hit my chin with the third on my left tit. He squeezed the rest onto my right breast then rubbed his tummy all over my face and chest spreading his seed as much as he could. Dirty bitch that I was, a came again.

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