My Girlfriend's Dirty Past Pt. 05

This story continues from from Part 4 of My Girlfriend's Dirty Past, the first parts should probably be read first.

I think we all slept well that night, and the first thing I knew was being woken by faint voices outside the tent. I looked over and Helen wasn't there. I glanced at my watch by the side of me, 9.35am. I sat up naked and slowly crawled over to the opening and poked my head out bleary eyed into another bright morning. Helen and Dave were stood chatting quietly, looking very happy together, Dave had his small rucksack on, and they turned to me,

"Morning sunshine!" Said Dave merrily.

"Hmm, 'allo." I said a bit groggy.

"See you later, then." Said Dave.

"Where are you off to?" I said confused.

"I told you the other day, I'm off for a day or two to see my mate, Mark in North Wales."

"Oh, shit, yeah, I forgot."

"You want a lift to the bus stop?"

I asked, moving out from the tent. Helen and Dave both laughed at me, and Dave added,

"I think there's something else you forgot, mate, there must be a law against driving a vehicle naked!"

I looked down at my naked body and smiled,

"Ah, yeah, sorry."

"Ha, ha, it's OK, it's only a ten-minute walk."

Dave turned to Helen smiling and said,

"And I hope to see more of you soon, lovely!"

"Hope so!"

Said Helen beaming at him as she gave him a long kiss on the lips. Dave gave us both a thumbs up and wandered off down the hill towards the exit of the campsite. I looked at Helen. She had on a loose white blouse and short denim skirt and bare feet in sandals.

"You showered already then?"

I said, a bit surprised.

"Yeah, I showered with Dave."

She said casually dropping her washbag on the grass and hanging her damp towel over his tent to dry.

"Oh, you went down together then?"

"Yeah, we showered together."

"Together?"

I said finally catching on to what she had said.

"Yes, it was a bit busy, so we shared a cubicle."

"Oh, really, bloody hell!"

She never ceased to amaze me! I looked at her quizzically hoping that she would elaborate. But she just stared back at me looking a little sheepish. So, I continued,

"So, did you, er..."

"Fuck?"

"Yeah!"

Helen smiled broadly, and added,

"Certainly did! He gave me a nice stand-up fuck under the shower."

I couldn't help but smile back and just shook my head slowly in disbelief, but I should have known!

"You never miss a trick do you!"

I said laughing.

"I never miss the opportunity for a nice fuck, no! And he's away for a day or two, I'm going to miss that lovely cock of his."

"I bet."

I said quietly, smiling. I was more than happy with Dave fucking my girlfriend whenever he wanted!

"Anyway, go and get showered, let's not waste the day."

Said Helen.

"Yeah, alright."

I got myself together and walked down to the shower units smiling to myself.

When I came back, fully awake, Helen had made us cups of tea on the little gas stove which was most welcome, along with some sandwiches she had bought from the camp shop. We relaxed in the morning sunshine, and I finally started thinking of the events from yesterday. Helen looked at me as if reading my mind and asked,

"So, did you enjoy yesterday?"

Smiling in my direction.

"We certainly had quite a session! I did enjoy that."

"You were horny as hell! Must have been those other blokes I had been fucking! I had four different cocks up me yesterday!"

She said confidently, and I got the feeling she was probing me again. I didn't answer, I just looked down at the grass not quite sure what to say. A part of me was still really uncomfortable about her fucking other men, apart from Dave, and I still felt quite humiliated by not being at least consulted first, I really thought when we had come to our little arrangement that I would still have a say who she fucked.

"What?"

She said, pushing me again.

"Oh, you know what."

I said slightly irritated.

"You don't like me fucking other blokes?"

"Well, maybe, but it's more...you know...those letchy old men, just...doing you."

"Hmm."

She said, wriggling her backside into the ground,

"Lovely!"

"Well, I'm really not sure about it."

I said finally. Helen looked at me over her cup of tea and blew the steam from the top angrily.

"Really! Well, at least on this holiday if I want to let my hair down a little and fuck whenever I want with whomever I want, I will! And if I want to spread my legs for some letchy, dirty, old men to enjoy, then I will spread my legs for them, and when they put their dirty old cocks up me, I want you to remember how much I love it!"

I looked at her, as she glared back at me quite sternly. I went a little cold again as I knew I was losing this battle and there was nothing I could do to change her mind.

"Clear?"

She said sharply.

"Yeah...clear."

I said swallowing heavily, defeated.

"Good! Now get your shoes on and let's go!"

"Go where?"

I said nervously.

"I'm off to get my second cock of the day hopefully, are you coming? Or are you going to just sit here and play with yourself?"

Wow, I couldn't believe how angry and forceful she seemed, she was really wiled up! I hadn't a clue where she was planning on going, or whether she had a plan at all and she was just trying to show me who was boss, but I meekly put on my trainers and followed her down the hill to the main road heading towards the beach. OK, so she wasn't going to find Graham and Harold at their caravan at least. I relaxed a bit after that assuming this was just her blowing off a bit more steam.

We walked quietly down the hill, and she took my hand, so I guessed she had calmed down at least. We walked along the beach front on the left-hand side this time passing some really nice but modest sized cottages with lovely gardens. To my surprise, Helen suddenly stopped outside the gate of one of them and said,

"Here it is."

"What?"

I said, quite puzzled.

"Seaview Cottage!"

I didn't know what she was on about, or doing, and to further my puzzlement she opened the gate, walked up the path and rang the bell. For a moment I thought she was just going to run, but she just stood there. No answer. She rang again and remained on the doorstep for a moment when suddenly I heard a voice a little way away on from the road,

"Can I help you?"

It was quite a well-spoken voice, and I turned to see an oldish man, at least I would think in his 70s in a tweed suit and trilby, walking up to me with a walking stick. He looked at me quizzically and then turned towards Helen as she came back down the path,

"Hi!"

She said brightly, raising her hand to him.

"Oh, it's you!"

He said in sudden recognition, and I suddenly recognised him too as the man from the beach on our first day who had witnessed Helen, topless, covered in come from me and Dave. Bloody hell! I felt quite embarrassed standing in front of him again knowing what he had seen of us and was gobsmacked that Helen had actually taken up his offer of coming to see him.

He smiled broadly at Helen and lifted his stick in a friendly wave,

"Good morning, miss, how delightful to see you again!"

"You too, sir."

They smiled at each other, Helen slightly blushing and standing coquettishly, looking a little bashful as she lowered her head a touch and looked at him batting her blue eyes. He held out his hand to shake and said,

"Mr. Meadows, Arthur Meadows. You can call me Arthur."

"Helen."

She said as their hands met.

"Very nice to meet you...again."

He said. He looked me up and down a little suspiciously. Hardly surprising as I must have appeared a bit strange as I was aghast at the actions and behaviour of my girlfriend once again, and my mouth was half open in a daze. Did she really intend to just throw herself at this old man? Surely, not even Helen would be so brazen.

"And er...to what do I owe the pleasure?"

He asked Helen still looking a little suspicious, as if he couldn't really believe his luck.

"Well, we're staying at the campsite up the hill on holiday, and I thought you had enjoyed my little display the other day, and thought you might...you know, like a closer look?"

She said, as she gave him a very sweet smile, and licked her lips slightly. Arthur raised his eyebrows and looked her up and down slowly,

"You better come in then."

He said as Helen opened the gate for him, smiling and still blushing a little as she gave me a furtive look. Christ, she really was going to do this, the dirty little bitch! But was this just to teach me some sort of lesson, or did she really like this kind of thing I wondered. Probably both, I suspected. I did wonder whether she would actually bottle out of this at some point if it went too far.

I hesitated as Arthur lead the way up his garden path, but Helen happily followed by his side. He took out his key and opened the door and went inside. Helen stopped at the entrance and looked round at me as I hesitated behind her a little way down the path still.

"Well, are you coming to watch or not?"

"Are you sure about this?"

I asked nervously.

"Yes. I want to have some fun, and it looks like he doesn't mind you being here too, so it's up to you, you can either come in and enjoy it, or you can go and sit on the beach and wait for me, all the time anxiously wondering what I'm up to. I know what you're like! So, what's it to be?"

I took a deep breath, and slowly trudged up the path to the door. Helen smiled at me triumphantly and said quietly,

"Don't worry, I'll give you a show to remember."

And winked at me. Arthur had taken off his hat and put his stick down and he opened another door from the hallway to what I could see was his lounge.

"Do take a seat."

He offered as we all walked in. He sat down on a slightly ancient sofa, and Helen I noted immediately sat right next to him. I sat down in another equally ancient looking armchair opposite. I glanced around at the décor. It was modest sized room and there were many paintings on the walls mainly of old RAF aircraft.

"Oh, you like aircraft then, Arthur."

Said Helen, looking around the room too.

"Yes, flown in many of them too."

"Oh, where you a pilot?"

Said Helen.

"No, a navigator, on bombers mainly after the war on national service and I stayed on for a while."

"I bet you looked handsome in your uniform!"

Said Helen with some genuine enthusiasm. Arthur just chuckled lightly and added,

"Well, many ladies liked a man in uniform."

"I bet!"

She said, beginning to flirt again. There was an awkward silence, and Arthur looked at me slightly uncomfortably and then back at Helen before asking,

"Helen, forgive me, but I want to be certain why you are here, what was it you were hoping for?"

Helen looked him in the eye as she lay back easily on the sofa next to him. She smiled lazily and very casually opened her legs, allowing her skirt to lift up and showed him her light blue knickers.

"Absolutely anything you want."

She said calmly. Arthur looked intently between her open legs, his eyes wide with surprise and lust,

"Oh, my!"

I felt a sudden rush like a bolt through me, and without thinking I stood up. Arthur and Helen looked over at me a bit startled,

"Can I use your toilet please, Arthur?"

His look turned to one of sudden amusement and he answered gesturing with his hand,

"If you must, of course, first on the right."

I rushed out and into the immediate sanctuary of the toilet and locked the door. I was shaking slightly with adrenalin, and I thought of running back to the beach. It was a real shock, of course I had heard Helen talk and even describe many things she had done with other men, even as recently as yesterday evening, but I had never seen her in action with a complete stranger. I was still amazed at how brazen and sluttish she could be, she seemed to revel in it.

My mind was rushing, and I could hardly think straight, I thought about my girlfriend next door offering herself so openly to this old man to do whatever he wanted with as I felt my cock begin to stiffen against my shorts. I stayed in the locked toilet for about 10 minutes deliberating, had a drink of water, and then couldn't hold back any longer. I decided I really had to go back and see for myself what was going on.

I walked back into the lounge, Arthur and Helen were both still on the sofa, but they were locked in an embrace and snogging deeply. Arthur had his right hand inside her blouse and was feeling her breasts, his hand quite mobile under her white top. They both stopped when I came back in and Arthur spoke,

"To be honest, I was wondering what you were doing here but Helen and I just had a little chat and she tells me you like to watch! Is that right, young man?"

I just stood there staring, and nodded affirmatively, unable to speak my throat was so dry.

"Ha, well I never, most amusing! Well, if it means I get a chance to enjoy myself with this pretty little thing then I am more than happy to oblige you."

I just nodded again as I glanced at Helen smirking at me as if I had just been snitched on to a teacher at school, and she had done the snitching. She stared back at me and defiantly undid the buttons on her blouse and opened it showing off her little breasts to Arthur. Arthur went back to groping them with both hands and said,

"Oh, and she has such gorgeous soft little titties!"

Helen giggled and they kissed again, tongues wallowing in each other's mouth. Then he lowered his head and began sucking on her nipples and licking her breasts. I could see his saliva leaving trails all over them in the bright room. Helen looked back at me smiling and pulling faces truly enjoying herself and moaning out loud,

"Oh, that's nice Arthur, suck my little titties!"

I just stared hypnotised, still standing on the spot barely 6 feet away, my shorts bulging shamefully, something not unnoticed by Arthur as he turned again to look at me,

"Hmm, looks like he enjoys watching very much indeed!"

He said out loud and laughing along with Helen as they continued to grapple with each other. Then, to my surprise Helen stood up and said,

"OK, Arthur, time to find the bathroom I think."

"Lovely!"

Said Arthur with great vigour. I was a bit baffled, but they walked past me, and Helen just grabbed my arm pulling me along with them,

"Come on, you don't want to miss this, this is when I get really dirty!"

We entered the bathroom and Arthur was already undressing. Helen followed suit but it didn't take her long to jettison her blouse, quickly followed by her skirt and then she pulled down her knickers in front of Arthur who watched with a big smile on his face as he finally got to see her gorgeous pussy. She thrust out her pert breasts and wiggled her slim hips showing him her shaved pussy,

"Is that nice, Arthur?"

"That is most delightful, you naughty little thing!"

Helen giggled and I watched still mesmerised as she helped Arthur out of the rest of his clothes. She discarded his jacket, waistcoat, tie, and then shirt. He took off his shoes and socks and then she knelt down and undid his trousers, dropping them to the floor. He wasn't in bad shape for his age, fairly slim, with a bit of a belly. He had on some old-style white briefs and his cock hung down in them quite heavily like fruit in a sack. She looked up at him batting her blue eyes as she spoke,

"Oooh, what have we got in here, Arthur, something nice for me I hope."

"It's all for you, you bad girl!"

Helen rested his balls in her hand a moment, weighing them gently in her hand through the material of his briefs, and gently traced the outline of his cock with her other hand.

"Hmm, this little soldier is nearly standing to attention!"

She said licking her lips, and then pulled down his underwear as his cock and balls flopped out. He had a semi at least, circumcised, slender, and it wasn't massive, but would probably be at least 5 or 6 inches when he stiffened up completely, but his balls seemed big and hung down about another 4 inches from his cock. Helen ran her hands all over them, massaging his grey hairy balls and rubbing gently on his half stiff old cock, and rubbing her thumb over his big plump cockhead.

Arthur put his head back and moaned out loud, clearly enjoying every moment. I was I confess still slightly baffled as to why we were in the bathroom however, but my confusion ended quite suddenly.

"Now time for you bath you dirty little girl!"

Ordered Arthur.

"Ooh, yes!"

Said Helen excitedly and stepped onto the slip mat in the bath, now quite naked. I thought Arthur was going to give her a bath for a moment, but to my further astonishment he simply edged up to the side of the bath as Helen knelt down facing him and he took hold of his semi-hard cock and pointed it directly at her face. Helen turned to me momentarily and said,

"Arthur wants to do a wee wee on me!"

My eyes opened wide! I thought I had misheard her! But then Arthur began to piss all over her! Helen just mumbled noises of contentment as she accepted his pee as it ran over her hair and face and trickled over her breasts and body. He pissed for maybe 20-30 seconds and then Helen added,

"Oh, don't forget pussy!"

And she sat back opening her legs, spreading her pussy open for Arthur to pee over. She seemed to particularly enjoy that as she squealed slightly as the warm liquid hit her square between her open lips, and I glanced back at Arthur and noticed he was now fully erect and clearly enjoying performing such a depraved act on my girlfriend.

His little shower slowed to a trickle and Helen bobbed her head forward and put her mouth over his cockhead licking up the last drops of his pee and giving his now hard cock a little sucking, my own cock rising rapidly as I watched her for the first time sucking an old man's cock.

Helen sat back again in the bath covered in piss laughing heartily as Arthur chuckled happily too. She looked at me and said,

"Would you like to join in darling?"

"What?"

I said in sudden surprise.

"Wouldn't you like to piss on me too? I'd love that! Come on, get your cock out!"

I looked first at Helen, a bit startled, and then to Arthur, but they both looked back expectantly down at my bulging shorts. I swallowed hard and undid first my belt and then the zip on my shorts and dropped them to the floor. My hard cock was embarrassingly obvious, tenting out the front of my briefs as I just stood there a moment, humiliated at my own excitement. Arthur just stared down at my hardon looking quite intrigued still holding his own stiff cock, absent-mindedly rubbing it up and down, and Helen said,

"Come on, and your pants, don't worry I've seen it all before, and Arthur's got one too so don't be shy!"

I knew I was not going to win any argument about this, so I swallowed hard again, took a deep breath and felt a rush of blood to my face as I pulled down my pants in front of my audience. My cock sprang up and slapped against my belly before coming to rest at 45 degrees to my torso, shamefully rigid and engorged, all 7 guilty inches of it.

"Good boy!"

Said Helen.

"Gosh, someone is excited!"

Said Arthur with some surprise and more than a hint of approval.

"Told you he loves watching me be a bad girl!"

Said Helen,

"Now come and pee on your bad girl, darling! Arthur, I think he might need a hand!"

Without further warning and much to my further surprise Arthur took hold of my penis with his other hand and pulled me to the edge of the bath. His hand was firm and warm against my cock, and I felt it spring up another degree closer to my belly involuntarily with excitement.

"Ooh, this is nice!"

Said Helen seeming to approve thoroughly of Arthur handling my stiff cock.

"Now, piss on this little bitch!"

Said Arthur quite firmly, pulling on my cock and pointing it at Helen. Helen just smiled and opened her mouth as I let go of my piss and covered her with it. It jetted into her mouth and splashed all over her smiling face and then Arthur directed my cock down to piss on the rest of her body, as she once again sat back and pulled the lips of her pussy open.