This follows on from the previous episode published on the 5th December. Many thanks for your encouraging comments. It was only the fifth time I slept with David and obviously the first after putting on a dirty exhibition of wanton sex for two other guys. I was feeling HORNY! We'd gone back to our tent about midnight but it was gone one before I finally let David sleep. He was wrong when he told me, Martin and Phil that he would be no further good that night after spunking over my face and tits. I was having the most wonderful dream. I was laying on a bed in a room full of naked men all sporting stiff cocks. They just floated about, in and out of my vision. All different types and sizes. Not all modelled on Adonis or Michaelangelo's David (Thank god! Have you seen the size of his willy? It's tiny!). Where was I? The men were different ages, quite young (my age) to very old (my Granddad's age). Some fat, some fit, big cocks, smaller cocks, straight cocks and curved cocks. All of them had hard cocks and big balls full of spunk. One naked man was laying behind me, we spooned. I could feel his naked body hard up against mine. It felt good. I could feel his stiff cock trying to nudge between my thighs. It felt very good. I was wet. I wanted his cock inside me. I lifted my leg and felt cock head stroke against my wet pussy. It felt so real! I wriggled my hips with pleasure and delight. The other men in the room began to fade, slowly their bodies faded as the cock at my pussy eased its way inside. My orgasms started to build. I looked at the naked men, their bodies were nearly invisible, just their hips, the tops of their thighs, bums, erect cocks and balls were left. The cock in my pussy was buried deep. The disembodied cocks that floated around in my vision had thrust their hips forward. My climax built steadily. I heard myself moaning with pleasure. The cock in my pussy started to shag me and the cocks in the room mirrored the strokes in and out of my greedy pussy. Dozens of cocks, all different shapes and sizes were pounding my pussy. My moans and groans of sheer pleasure filled the room almost drowning out the similar noises of the naked man behind me as he rammed his hard cock deeper and faster. I knew I was making lots of noise, the walls of the room reverberated, the chandeliers rattled. The naked man behind me groaned aloud and thrust deep. He shuddered. I climaxed. The cocks surrounded me. I felt spunk jet into my pussy. I came again. The cocks above me spunked. I was covered. The man spunked again and I came with him as the cock spurted once more. The man emptied his balls into me and the cocks emptied their balls over me. I rested, the cocks faded away and the cock in my pussy slowly slipped out. An arm draped over me and the hand cupped my heaving breast. Lips kissed my ear. “Was that good my darling Wife-to-be?” said the man behind me. When I awoke again I was still spooned with David. It was daylight and the tent was very warm. David still cupped my breast with his hand. He nuzzled my neck when he sensed I was awake. “Did you sleep well Wife-to-be?” “I did, Husband-to-be, especially after you shagged me in the middle of the night.” I rolled into his arms and smothered him with kisses, found his first stiffy of the morning and with a whoop of delight helped myself to it. We shagged noisily. As we rested in a post coital glow of contentment a voice from outside asked, “Is breakfast in ten minutes too soon?” David and I looked at each other and laughed. “No, that's fine, thank you.” I called out. I thought David needed to keep his strength up. Putting on my T shirt and skirt I wormed my way out of the tent while David struggled into his shorts. Still feeling a bit dozy it took a few moments to realise that something was different then another couple to work out what it was. “What's this?” I asked, “Fairy Godmother come in the night?” “Didn't think of you as a fairy godmother,” replied Phil, “but you certainly came about 3o'clock. I suspect the whole campsite heard.” “Oops, sorry, did I disturb you?” “Disturb? No, Dead jealous? Yes.” grinned Martin, “but it was great to share your fun, sex on radio as it were. Phil and I are hoping for the film version to come out soon.” The thought added to the wetness of my pussy. I made no direct comment but filed the thought away. “So what happened here? Last night this was a bit bigger ridge tent than ours now it's a massive frame tent.” David came up and stood beside me. “So,” he said, “you had a bit of magic yourselves last night then?” which raised a laugh. Phil handed us a mug of coffee each and we drank while Martin explained. They had only arrived about twenty minutes before we returned from the pub the previous evening. No time to put up the big tent so they used the overnight tent instead. They had put the larger tent up as soon as they got up that morning. A quick tour inside showed a large lounge/kitchen area and two large sleeping areas behind. A large, luxury four berth family tent belonging to Martin's parents. The previous evening we had arranged to climb Jacob's Ladder. After eating, washing up (when I flashed lots of my naked bum and pussy) etc. we set off for the Gorge about ten thirty. Being gents the boys let me lead the way. I didn't mind. I knew they would be examining my bum closely as I climbed above them. As I reached the top David caught up with me, lifted my short skirt and slipped his hand inside my knickers. You didn't think I'd have left my knickers off, did you? The boys did suggest it but I told them others with children might be about. “You gonna let them shag you tonight?” whispered David. I turned around to face him being sure to keep his hand in my knickers as I did. My pussy was suddenly wet. His finger discovered it. “Should I take that as a 'yes' then?” he said as he slipped a finger inside. I thought for a moment. “You want me to?” It was just a question, no inflection in my voice to encourage any particular decision from him. My pussy flooding did that enough. “I wouldn't mind if you did,” he replied then added, “as long as I can watch.” There's a yawning chasm between 'want' and 'wouldn't mind' and it's full of what ifs, whys and consequences. “No! You dirty bugger. That's your job.” I told him. My brain had over-ridden my body despite him continuing to finger-fuck me in front of Martin and Phil. “My job to shag Martin and Phil?” “Silly sod,” I laughed, “your job to shag me.” I looked down at Martin and Phil who were blatantly rubbing their cocks. “Wouldn't mind tossing them off later though.” David brought me off for everybody's benefit then supported me while I recovered. I was such a dirty bitch back then! We made our plans for the rest of the day. Martin and Phil were going to walk along the top of the gorge and back the other side, It's why they had come. David and I were going to shop for some essential supplies, tomorrows breakfast for four then return to the tent for a shag. It's why we came. We would all eat out together, the pub, showers then back to the tents. Sorted! In the event we didn't do the shopping but went straight back to the tent for a shag or few. About three David declared that he needed a rest and would wander into the village to do the shopping I had 'refused to allow him to do earlier'. I laid the groundsheet behind the wind-break, between the two tents, and tried to steal an overall tan from the weak afternoon sun. I laid on my back, arms out to the side and legs parted so the the inside of my thighs didn't remain pasty white. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander over delicious recent events as I felt David's spunk making an escape bid from my swollen pussy. I was very much at peace with my world as we said in the late sixties and slipped easily into a contented doze. You know what it's like when you have a feeling that somebody is watching you? Well I had that feeling. It didn't bother me in the slightest as you will have realised but a girl likes to know who is enjoying her. I cracked an eye open. The farmer was standing on the other side of the windbreak unashamedly looking directly at me or at my swollen pussy to tell the truth. I had a little cum and could feel the extra moisture even over the wetness of David's spunk. I reached between my legs and brushed an imaginary fly from my pussy lips then returned to give it a stroke. The farmer watched closely so I stroked some more, opening up my pussy lips and playing beneath for a moment or two before stretching my legs wide and fumbling for a tissue on the ground sheet beside me. I felt that I should make an attempt to wipe off the spunk that had dripped down onto the groundsheet, at least. It took a while being attempted from the totally unnatural position of laying flat on my back but I stuck with it. It's surprising how many ways you can open and close your legs for an audience when you are trying to carry out a totally pointless exercise. Eventually I gave up, rolled onto my tummy and knelt up, facing away from the farmer. Armed with a fresh tissue I reached between my well parted legs and carefully wiped my soaking pussy before turning around and sitting down. The farmer was looking straight at me with a big smile on his face. “Oh! Hi, Mr. Bull sorry, I didn't see you there,” I said matter-of-factly, making no attempt to cover my nakedness. “If I pop by for my money again this time tomorrow will you 'not see me there' again?” Mr. Bull laughed, “I came up this morning but you were...” his voice trailed off but his smile told me what we were... “Having a shag?” I suggested leaning back and swinging my knees apart so that he could enjoy the view. “Yes,” he agreed, “I stood with the lads and listened for a while. Your husband is a very lucky man. Pity you're married I'd shag you myself given half a chance.” “Oh, we're not married, yet. Engaged though so I'm officially off limits unless David says otherwise, but I do love being looked at and I don't mind who knows I'm being screwed by my David. He's the only one that has shagged me so far.” I told him. “Hi! Sweetheart,” said David as he appeared beside Mr. Bull and looked over the wind-break, “You been teasing Mr. Bull?” “She hasn't been teasing,” said the farmer with a wicked grin, “she's been showing me everything she's got. I was just telling her I'd love to shag her myself but she told me you're the only one that's had that pleasure, you jammy sod!” David had a grin from ear to ear, “Yeah, I can think of another couple of guys who'd love to slip her a length as well; We missed you this morning, can I pay you now?” “Narr!” he replied, “I reckon that performance was well worth a quid. Maybe I'll pop by later tomorrow and hope not to get paid again. Don't tell the missus though.” With a cheery wave he wandered off. David came round the wind-break, cuddled me, kissed me and stroked my pussy. “You gonna shag him?” he asked. “You want me to?” I asked again with the same tone as before. It had to be his decision not mine. “I don't mind, as long as I can watch!” he replied instantly. Grrrrr! Would you like to know if/when I shag the farmer? Ask and you shall receive xxx