Finding Myself Pt. 03

We met Brenda and Lacey shortly afterwards, and made our way for dinner and an evening drinking in the hotel bar. We were all tired, and returned to our own rooms for some sensual, languid love-making before falling asleep.

The following day, we headed out to one of the 'Eco-parks' close to the hotel. They are stunning places - set next to the sea in green, tree-canopied surroundings, where swimming in the lagoon is relaxing, and 'Snuba' diving (like SCUBA, but with a long tube bringing air from the surface) is exhilarating, with the tropical fish and turtles. We followed this by snorkelling through underground passages.

After drying and changing, we made our way to an historical showcase of the Mayan history of the peninsula, along an avenue with people in ancient Mayan costumes, to an arena featuring the Mayan ball game (very tricky), hockey with balls of fire and leading to the Spanish conquest and eventual unity of the two peoples.

It was fabulous, and dramatic - though I suspected that the total acceptance of the different ethnic groups might have been idealised somewhat.

We took the coach to our hotel, and found that the bar was staging a performance by a local dance group. It was one of those typical tourist evenings, where everyone was expected to get a little drunk and people were invited to participate in the gyrations.

At first, it was all easy going and light-hearted - a few middle-aged people jiggling self-consciously before sitting down laughing with groups of friends, but after the dancers had a short break, there was a distinct step-change.

The dancing was no longer about twirling skirts and spins, it reverted to something far more pagan. The men wore brief loin cloths, with briefs underneath, while the women wore the same, just with thongs rather than briefs. Around their necks were thin garlands of flowers, which seemed to cling to their boobs magically, presumably with some sort of tape.

These were hardly traditional dances - they were more an excuse to stage an erotic display.

The dancers gyrated, rubbing suggestively against one another. The audience noticeably thinned, as those to whom this did not appeal decided to drift away to bed. However, a substantial number remained. We glanced at one another, considering whether or not we wanted to stay, but shrugged and decided we might as well.

It was as if the dancers had staged the first part of this simply to ensure that their audience was open-minded, because the dancing now became even more erotic, definitely more strip-club than cultural.

The good thing was that there were male and female dancers, so it was aimed at men and women.

In truth, they did not strip. The garlands were removed, leaving the women topless, and the loin cloths disappeared, but a modicum of decency was preserved.

Only after two or three dances like this is an audience member invited on stage. He has to do very little, as the dancers strip him to his underwear, then rub their breasts and pussies all over him, until he is very obviously erect, much to the amusement of his group of friends and the dancers. One of them threatens to pull down his briefs, but pulls back at the last minute, allowing him to return to his seat.

Everything is good-humoured, and the man is laughing as he sits back down and slips into his shorts again. It struck me that those who are left are the people who had been on the nudist beach during the day, and probably were very open-minded. They reminded me of my aunt and uncle, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

I think it was inevitable that I would be chosen - along with Brenda. We were younger than most people there, and our bodies would no doubt appeal to those watching. Had I had less to drink, I might have refused, but I just thought 'what the hell, I'm on holiday'.

We approached the stage and stood as the male dancers removed our outer clothing. I suspect that, as with the man before, they planned to rub themselves around us then send us back. However, as I felt hands move to unfasten my bikini top, I decided to take control.

I had spent many years having dancing classes, and when I felt the hands on my back, I slipped away and began to dance in time to the music. I made my way over to Brenda, brushing aside the man who was about to expose her wonderful boobs, and encouraged her to move with me. She took the hint, and as the professional dancers writhed in the background, we staged our own little performance.

I encouraged the female dancers to step forward and join us, which they were very happy to do.

Clearly, our tops needed to come off, and, again, as I offered my back to one of the female dancers, Brenda followed my lead. We both let our tits fall free and joined the dancers in a topless chorus line.

It was a lot of fun, and the exhibitionism had me incredibly turned on, but as the music finished, we left the stage, still bare-breasted until we reached our seats where we slipped on t-shirts.

I had always said that I would not want to perform as a stripper, but somehow, the fact that this was a mixed audience and not just a group of cat-calling men made a difference. I thought it might be fun to strip for a mixed group. One day, perhaps.

We watched for about another half hour before grabbing a drink and heading back to our rooms, where we all collapsed, giggling on the bed.

"You two are gonna be the most popular guests in the hotel tomorrow," stated Josh.

I hadn't even considered this. All those who saw us would remember, and no doubt we would suddenly be very popular.

"Who gives a shit?" Brenda laughed. "I don't mind showing my tits."

As if to make the point, she whipped her t-shirt off, revealing her over-sized breasts. We had all seen them before, several times, but they were still eye-catching, and I saw Josh gaze hungrily at them. Not to be outdone, I took off my top, inviting Josh and Lacey to enjoy the view.

"Oh, fuck it," muttered Lacey, "if everyone else is doing it..." They whipped off t-shirt and binder, letting their small but nicely shaped titties pop out. I liked Lacey's boobs. They were little more than swellings, but the nipples extended for some distance when erect, and made their body decidedly feminine.

"Like anyone's gonna look at mine with you two around," Lacey mumbled.

"Aww," mocked Brenda, "your tiny titties are gorgeous," and she reached out and fondled them, stroking the soft skin and allowing her fingers to catch the distended nipples. Josh made me proud by joining in.

"Yeah, small but perfectly formed," and he took the other one in hand.

I pouted. "Not fair. I haven't got any Lacey to play with."

They laughed, then Lacey looked at me, meaningfully. "I can think of something." They looked down, towards their shorts.

I took the hint, and as Josh and Brenda enjoyed a boob each, I slipped off Lacey's shorts and underwear, before sliding a hand between their legs.

Lacey was very wet. I knew their nipples were incredibly sensitive, and the handling of the others had done the job. I slipped a finger between the swollen, puffy lips, immediately finding the hard nub of their clitoris and started to rub.

Josh and Brenda leaned in, each taking a nipple in their mouths, and I completed the oral triad, slipping my tongue onto their clit as I opened the lips with my fingers.

I moved my hand lower, finding the slippery hole, and slid in one, then two fingers.

Together, we pinned Lacey down and brought them to a thrashing, screaming orgasm. I had to hold their thighs tightly as I was determined to lap every drop of their juices, and keep tongue and fingers working until the rhythmic pulsing of their cunt against my hand stopped.

It was good to let Lacey know how valued they were. Brenda, Josh and I all had bodies which drew admiring looks, while Lacey was almost androgynous, and, especially with scars from self-harm beginning to show more obviously with the effects of the sun, people tended to ignore them. It was a shame, and wrong, as I was learning that Lacey was a truly beautiful person.

We rolled off, giggling, and slipped off the rest of our clothes.

Brenda sat on the side of the bed, holding her boobs and looking at them.

"Shit," she commented, "I'm gonna get a nice tan but have white tits. It'll look ridiculous."

I realised that I was in the same situation - and that for photographs, this was not a good look.

"Only one answer to that," chipped in Josh, "get 'em out on the beach."

"What about having a white bum?" I asked, "or a little white pussy triangle."

We laughed again - I had a thong, so my bum would tan, but what about my little, bald pussy? She needed tanning too!

Josh was way ahead of me. "Only one answer - nudist beach. Who's rubbing on my sun cream?"

We all laughed again, and volunteered our services to him - however, it was Lacey who concerned us. Their body issues were well known, and this might be a step too far.

Lacey took a deep breath. "Oh, whatever. I'm up for it. I know there's no clothes allowed - but what the fuck. Not like anyone's gonna look at me."

We commiserated once again, and made as if to swamp them once more, before being pushed off.

"Oh stop worrying," I said, who's gonna look at me with Bren's tits wobbling about."

There was a chorus of mock sympathy - and as I hoped, hands snaked out to fondle my boobs - Josh and Brenda once more enjoying mouthfuls of nipple. Lacey paused, before burying their face in my cunt.

I like being restrained - the feeling of being helpless while someone makes use of your body is incredible - and while no handcuffs, restraints or ropes were involved, I was effectively rendered helpless by the three of them.

Brenda had taught Lacey well, and they licked and fingered me skilfully, even slipping a finger into my back passage as I climaxed, intensifying the experience. I think I might have squirted, Lacey's face was dripping when they resurfaced, gasping for breath as I had crushed their head between my thighs.

Next Brenda bemoaned her body - this time, Lacey and I handled her tits - a tricky task as they flowed and wobbled, nipples escaping our mouths and needing to be recaptured. Josh pushed his face into her pussy, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he demonstrated all the skills that I had taught him.

Soon Brenda too was thrashing and crying out as our lips clamped firmly over the jelly like tits which were her pride and joy.

The only one who hadn't cum was Josh, but as he didn't really have three parts to play with (well cock and balls maybe - and his bum, but they were too close together for all three of us), there was a pause.

Brenda and Lacey looked at one another, in a way which made me think something was going on, especially as Lacey mouthed "go on" to Brenda.

Brenda looked shyly from me to Josh. What could be so difficult to ask? We had known each other forever.

She blushed as she spoke. "Well... we wondered... I know you said you wouldn't fuck other people - just oral, hands, toys and stuff - but... well... seeing as it's us and we've been friends forever, might you make an exception?

"You see, though we use strap-ons and thinks, we'd love to feel what the real thing's like... y'know..."

Her voice petered out and she looked from me to Josh, imploring.

Josh and I exchanged a look, as he knelt on the bed, his rock hard penis pointing first to Lacey, then Brenda. I considered.

"Well... I don't mind, seeing as it's you, but it's really up to Josh."

He looked at me. "I'm OK with it, if you're sure you don't mind. What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico."

I nodded.

"And while you're busy with one, me and the other one can have fun."

Everyone seemed happy with this - and after a brief hiatus when we realised we hadn't brought condoms (Brenda had - she and Lacey used them on dildos if they had anal), we settled back, ready to play again.

For some reason, it was just assumed that Brenda was first. She lay on the bed, legs wide, her pussy like a pink rose, sparking after the rain. She looked nervous, but Josh is sensitive. He slipped a hand between her legs and started to stroke her clit, before sliding in two fingers. He began thrusting his fingers in and out, before moving down and putting his head between her thighs.

Josh loved Brenda's taste, he had told me. I agreed. She tasted very musky, but had a smooth flavour. I could have licked her for hours. The way Josh tucked in, I think he could too.

Although Lacey and I were supposed to be playing with each other, we were more interested in watching. I lay behind Lacey, with my arm over them, reaching down to touch their pussy, gently fingering the large clit which I found there. My other hand was between my own legs, rubbing myself. Lacey lifted a leg to give me better access, and reached behind them to touch me.

Eventually, Josh worked up Brenda's body, lingering over her tits, making her moan as he bit down firmly on her nipples. As his hand worked between her legs, he positioned himself above her, and gradually replaced his fingers with his cock. He entered easily, and as he buried his length, she groaned "Oh yes, yes." He began to move his hips.

I decided that Lacey and I should give them a little privacy. I slid back, so that they lay flat on the bed, and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking and pressing on it, enjoying the taste of the solid cylinder as my fingers slid inside them. They responded, reaching for my boobs, pinching a nipple hard, making me gasp.

I worked my way over the scars on their stomach and down, turning my body so that I could straddle their face as I lapped at the swollen clitoris and thrust my fingers deep into their cunt. They responded, reaching up and pulling me down so they could lick me, arms round my hips, fingers between my bum cheeks, pressing against my back passage.

With my face buried between Lacey's legs, I could not see what was happening, but I felt movement on the bed and guessed Josh and Brenda had changed positions. I knew Josh's methods well. He would have raised her legs over his shoulders first, then turned her over to fuck her doggy style. I wondered if they would do anal.

We continued for a while, working towards our orgasms. I heard muffled cries from Brenda, which I suspected were her climax, and was getting close myself, when I felt a gentle hand pull me back.

"All change," announced Josh, "I'm gonna shoot my load if I keep going with Bren."

As before, Josh started fingering and licking Lacey, and Brenda clearly wanted to watch him enter her partner. I was less bothered this time, So I began licking her free-flowing juices, tainted slightly by the lube on the condom, but still very tasty. She was so wet, it felt like lapping from a bowl of wine - just a smoother taste.

When she gently pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth, keen to taste herself, Josh was behind Lacey, who was on their knees. I was confident that he was penetrating them anally - I knew Lacey enjoyed this, and as I watched, he withdrew, positioning himself a little lower. I guessed her bum-hole was so tight he was worried about cumming.

Brenda worked down my body. "You're turn," she whispered, abandoning my tits and moving to my stomach. She moved further down, tongue tickling my lips, licking all round them as I spread my legs, desperate for her to find my clit.

I closed my eyes and put my head back as she used her fingers to expose my inner parts, and moaned loudly as touched my swollen, sensitive clit. Her fingers spread me wider, before sliding into my hole and pumping in and out. She must have been watching Josh, as her rhythm and pace were identical to his, and guaranteed to make me cum.

She worked me mercilessly, desperate for me to orgasm, as I listened to Lacey moan as she climaxed on Josh's cock. As I came closer, her other hand moved round, and I felt her finger slide between buttocks, first touching, then entering my bum-hole.

I know I cried out, but my brain was no longer in control as I let go. My pussy became the focus of my existence at that point, and I would not have known if there had been an earthquake. I went with it, allowing waves of pleasure to engulf me. It could have gone on for hours, and I would not have cared.

With regret, I returned to the real world, and looked down, to see Brenda's smiling face.

"I knew I could make you squirt," she grinned, "we all enjoyed it."

I looked at Josh, who was on his back with Lacey astride him. Both were looking at me. Apparently, as my orgasm began, Brenda had moved back, so that they could watch the strong, clear streams shoot high in the air - the first hitting Brenda in the face, while others were less vigorous. I was a little embarrassed, but proud - not least because my friends had enjoyed it so much.

Finally, it was Josh's turn. He had waited long enough, and none of us wanted his cum to end up in a condom. I suppose it was becoming rather standard for all of us, but we wanted to watch his warm juice spurt out, and wanted to feel it on our skin, and taste it. Josh was happy to oblige.

He deposited his semen on all three of us, then we all sucked his cock, before applying our tongues to one another to 'clean up' our faces and breasts which he had hit.

We collapsed on the bed, shattered and fulfilled and lay for a while, breathing heavily. After a few minutes, we separated into couples, Lacey and Brenda cuddling and kissing, while Josh and I did the same, mumbling loving words to one another.

Eventually, our friends decided to leave - whether to have more sex in private, or just to sleep was unclear. Josh and I did not bother moving. We lay together and dozed off, waking with our alarm, before showering and dressing quickly and dashing off for breakfast.

Brenda and Lacey joined us as we left, and, together, we collected our food and settled down at a table. People seemed quite friendly that morning, with several people smiling at us and nodding, and it took a few minutes to realise that these were people who had seen Brenda and I perform the previous night.

As we ate, a middle-aged man approached our table and addressed us.

"We loved your dancing last night. You must join the more 'open-minded' people on the beach. Anything goes there. We'd love to get to know you better."

He winked and strode off. He was not the most attractive man, definitely not someone I would choose to 'get to know better', and we chose not to discuss the interruption. This proved rather more difficult than we had hoped, however.

As we dined, several more people came over and said similar things - most were less subtle, however. We were invited to join one couple for group sex in their room, and informed that there would be plenty of people happy to fuck us on the nudist beach - 'it's just a free-for-all down there', commented a woman who was probably in her fifties.

It seemed that our performance had made us a target for every swinger in the hotel - and there were quite a few. We disliked the assumption that, because we had had some fun, we were willing to have sex with pretty much anyone. It was like being with my aunt and uncle all over again. They believed that sex was not a matter of attraction, but should be freely available to anyone who wanted it. We felt decidedly uncomfortable, being treated like 'new meat'.

We were preparing to leave, disappointed that we could no longer go the nudist beach, when a younger man, maybe a similar age to Josh approached us. He was good-looking and had an open, friendly smile. Despite this, we greeted him with hostile looks.

"Hey," he began, with an American drawl, "don't worry. I'm not one of those guys. My friends and I had the same problem. We went to the beach on the first day and got so pissed at being propositioned every two minutes. Guys were coming up to my girlfriend with hard cocks and just asking her to sort it out for them. They didn't like it when she said 'no'. Eventually some guy asked what the fuck we were there for if we weren't going to fuck.