Shirley's Adventures Pt. 01

"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 (no pun intended), 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'd 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 will have has a 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, I came again.

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 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." Martin grinned, "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 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 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, so far, 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!

Twice in one day David had asked me if I was going to shag somebody else. Twice I had clearly asked him if he wanted me to. And twice he had replied that 'he didn't mind'. Part of me was fuming the other was content, which I know sounds very odd. The thing was I needed to know that David wanted me to shag another guy or guys, not 'wouldn't mind'. The fact that he had stated, on both occasions, that it was with the proviso that he was present didn't really cover it. He might have needed to know that they weren't shagging me better or making me squeal louder than he did.

I would have been very happy to shag all three BUT I needed to know that David WANTED it too.

After the farmer had seen me naked, wet and recently shagged I didn't see much point wearing more clothes than absolutely necessary around the two tents I only wore a skirt, the shortest and most revealing, to go to the ablutions shed or water tap I sometimes put my short shorts on instead but only because there were others on the site and although I suspect the males would not have objected too much their girlfriend or wife might have been a bit pissed off with me.

Both my skirts were designed to be worn with those hated tights that Mary the Q invented. Like I want to show off my legs and panties so I cover them with, impossible to remove in a hurry, tights? I should coco. The skirt I preferred was short to the point of nearly obscene with four buttons holding the front together. I didn't do them all up while around the tents.

Dinner was fun, we sat outside on the big army blanket. I sat with my legs crossed and the boys food probably got cold they were so slow eating. I was wet. I'd told David I wouldn't mind tossing them off and as he hadn't said that he didn't want me to, I was hatching my plans and showing my wet pussy to make the boy's cock's stiffer.

The ablutions block also had some washing up facilities so, unusually, I took David down to help me wash up as the guys had cooked the meal. I asked David if it was alright for me to toss Martin and Phil off? He said he would be delighted and asked if I was planning on tossing him off as well. I told him I was thinking of giving him a blowie for being so good. We made our plans then walked back to the tents. With washing up done and coffees half drunk I stood up and undid the final button on my skirt. It fell to the blanket.