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 A perfect beach holiday Introduction: This is a longer story than I would
normally post but it just worked out that way.  There is certainly a second
episode somewhere in the melting pot so if you like this one then stay
vigilant for the next.  (M+F; Oral; Inter; MM)

   The sun filtered through the vines and palm leaves that covering the
restaurant patio.  We, Maggie and I, sat in a corner looking directly onto
the golden sand beach with the tide-free Mediterranean just yards in front
of us.  We had finished a light lunch and were slowly drinking the last
drops of quickly warming beer.  Cicada hummed, the slow and lazy waves
lapped against the sand and the low drone of a quiet beach hung in the hot
air.

   "I say, excuse me" the cultivated English tone pulled me from my
slightly drunken daydream and I looked round.  "Ah...  hello I saw you both
on the beach earlier and I wondered if we could ask you a bit of a favour".
The plummy voice had not prepared me for the jet black young man that stood
in front of me, chest bare and rippling muscles; khaki combat cut-offs
below.  I gazed past him to his three equally dark friends sitting at a
table on the other side of the restaurant.  We all smiled.  "Hi" I said as
I shook his proffered hand.

   "Sorry to bother you, we saw you on the beach and hoped that you could
help us.  We have been getting a bit of unwanted attention from some of the
locals guys, they are being rather objectionable.  We do not want any fuss
and thought that they might leave us alone if we seemed to be with some
respectable people."

   I was slightly taken aback by 'respectable' but I guessed it was his way
of politely saying 'old'.  "We hoped that you wouldn't mind if...  we sort
of...  just look as if you know us.  It would make life so much easier".

   I smiled, "Of course, you are more than welcome.  We are just about to
head back to the beach but join us when you finish your lunch".  He gave
profuse thanks and re-joined his friends.  Maggie and I drank the last warm
drops of beer, paid the bill and with a wave to our new friends headed back
to the sunbeds.

   The beach stretched in a golden crescent round the large bay.  A few
groups of people lay gently grilling in the hot sun.  Out on the water
people were bobbing and splashing to cool off.  Occasionally small groups
of people would wander along the beach from beyond either of the headlands,
look over the browning bodies and the sea then, later, slowly wander back
the way they had come.  Every now and again the same small group of local
lads, rude and loutish, would shamble along the beach making a great deal
of noise and commenting on the sunbathers in very loud voices.  You did not
need to be a fluent speaker to follow the gist of most of the comments.

   From our experience on previous days we knew that these boys would pass
along the beach very quickly.  In the late afternoon they would make their
way to the bars and restaurants where they worked to get ready for the very
busy evening shift.  By then the beaches closer to the town would have
emptied of the hundreds of bodies.  Here, slightly further from town, it
was generally much quieter.  Even further from the town, and around yet
another headland, was the nudist beach; rockier than this beach it was very
much quieter but had no sunbeds, facilities or shade.

   Our four new friends came back from their lunch, moved their beach gear
and sunbeds closer to us and then handed round some excellent, very cold
bottles of beer.  We accepted readily and as the afternoon wore on we all
dozed, chatted and occasionally, as the temperature rose, swam in the calm
waters of the bay.

   With the sun close to the horizon we told the boys that we were heading
back to get ready to go out for the night.  They offered their thanks and
asked if we planned to be on the beach tomorrow.  We said we would and that
we hoped they would join us for the day.  We walked, slightly unsteadily
back to the apartment we were renting.  I showered and then while Maggie
showered I sat on the veranda looking over the footpath and gazing at the
sea and the glorious setting sun.

   Next morning we made our way to the beach and spread out in the same
spot as the day before.  Just before mid-day the lads came bleary eyed and
shambling onto the sand and joined us.  During the course of the afternoon
they told us that on the previous night they had been to a large proportion
of the bars and nightclubs across the town and were now paying for it in
very painful ways.  Slowly, throughout the afternoon they told us a little
about themselves and we told them about us.  They were from the far side of
London, lived on an estate and that Sam, the chap we had first spoken to
was going to start his studies to become a doctor at the end of the summer.
His friends, 2 already at college or university and one about to start his
final year of school were going to make the most of this summer together.

   By late afternoon they were much livelier and we joined them in the
water horsing around and splashing about.  Frisbees were thrown and
retrieved with spectacular jumps and dives ending in impressive splashes.
Despite our far greater age we were able to keep up with the horseplay.  I
noticed after about half an hour that it started to degenerated into a lot
of physical contact for a non-contact sport.  It was good humoured and a
great deal of fun.  There were only a couple of embarrassing moments; as a
result of a low tackle Alf, the youngest of the boys, lost his swimming
shorts and briefly flashed a surprisingly long cock, given the coldness of
the water, for a few moments.  Later, Maggie, during a three person crash,
ended up with her bikini bra pushed down exposing a boob.  The incident was
over quickly and I seemed to be the only one who paid attention to it. 
Although we had been together for more years than either of us cared to
remember I still find the sight of her iron hard nipple pointing from her
ample chest a complete turn-on.  No one else seemed to mind or, given the
number of younger, firmer boobs belonging to younger girls than Maggie
sprawled out and exposed on the beach, be in the slightest bit interested.

   Much later, as the sun started to set we all packed our gear away and
slogged off the beach.  The path in front of our apartment could be used as
a short cut to the boy's hotel so we all made our way up it.  As we
approached our rooms Maggie suggested that the boys join us in a
'sun-downer' on our veranda.  They readily agreed and followed us into the
apartment.  The boys stood looking out at the view as the sky changed
colour and I poured out some very generous gin and fruit juice.  In
satisfied silence we watched the sun set, happy, at peace with the world.

   I went into the main room to get my camera and, as I turned and headed
back out I saw Maggie leaning on the veranda rail, her very lightly tanned
flesh emphasised by her bikini was flanked by 2 muscular semi naked black
bodies on either side.  Beyond them the sea and sky were rippling in vivid
orange and yellow.  It was a magnificent view and with a hint of bounced
flash made a fine picture.  As the boys set off back to their hotel we said
that we would not be on the beach until very late the next day.  Our plan
was to catch the early bus up to the fortress about 5-miles out of town. 
We would walk back down the gorge that started below the castle and came
out through the orange-grove at the nudist beach.  This was beyond where we
normally sunned ourselves.  Suddenly the lads were very animated and, after
a lot of chat asked if they could join us, provided that they could get up
in time.  We were delighted and told them to make sure that they had plenty
of water to drink and some snacks and that the bus would leave the square
promptly at 08:30.  That last comment left them speechless until Sam said
that if they wanted to visit the fort then they would be at the bus stop.
As they left Maggie nudged me and I remembered that there was one rather
important point to mention.  We had planned to spend the rest of the
afternoon on the nudist beach and that they might want to head straight
back.  Maggie told them that being naked was not essential and that it was
acceptable to be in swimming togs, after all given our advanced age we
would probably remain in our swimming costumes as we didn't want to
frighten anyone (personally I was keen to sunbathe naked as we always had
in our youth).  The boys response was profuse and sincere as they told
Maggie that just because she was not a teenager did not mean that she had
not got a gdesirable body and that she looked better than any of the girls
they had seen on the beach.  This was sweet but patently not true. 
Jokingly Maggie grabbed the broom from the hallway and pushed the boys out
of the apartment to much laughter and hooting.  They continued to say that
they would see us at 08:30 as they vanished around the corner.  Somehow,
given their state this morning and anticipating another pub crawl I doubted
it.

   Our own night was amasingly intense.  After we had eaten, had wine, beer
and consumed a few cocktails Maggie was incredibly horny.  She flirted
outrageously with the bar man; she kept groping me at every opportunity and
was very open to my own groping of her whenever I got the chance.  About
half an hour before we left the final bar, when Maggie staggered back from
the loo, my groping revealed that she had now decided to go commando.

   As we made our way back to the apartment Maggie pushed me into the first
dark corner we came to, dropped my fly and had my ragingly hard cock in her
mouth in seconds.  She sucked for a few minutes then we moved on.  She
repeated the performance at the next corner and at the third corner I
turned her round, flipped up the long skirt of her dress and ploughed my
cock into the hottest, wettest hole it had been into for a very long time.
She was raging; in-heat.  We both came in record time with Maggie's orgasms
running into each other.  I held out just long enough to give Maggie a good
head start before I dumped a massive load deep inside her.  As I pulled out
I felt a flood follow my cock.  Maggie quickly cleaned my cock in her mouth
and, after looking around to make sure no one was about I reciprocated by
ducking under her skirt and licking her soft and very wet hole clean.  I
then licked a few escaping drops from her thighs.

   Somehow we staggered back to the rooms.  We had some sort of heavy
sexual encounter at every quiet spot on the surprisingly quiet walk back.
Once through the door we ripped our clothes off.  In the heavy, balmy night
air we had another of the hottest, most wild, sexual episodes I can
remember.  We used positions we had not been in for years and, having
already cum, I was able to string out the tension for hours.  My cock felt
raw by the time we collapsed apart and drifted into dreamless sleep.

   Fortunately we had set alarm clocks before going out the previous night.
I was prepared to abandon the trip for today and go tomorrow.  I felt very
tired.  Maggie had other ideas.  She was out of bed and into the shower in
seconds leaving orders for me to make the coffee and get some breakfast on
the veranda table and ready for when she came out.  I slogged around the
kitchen and set breakfast and coffee out.  She emerged full of life and
ready to go.

   She wore a long skirt over her bikini briefs and as we left she knotted
the corners of an old shirt over her bikini top.  I suddenly felt revived
as I enjoyed the way the white shirt emphasised her black bikini encased
boobs drawing the eye to them.  I stepped into my swimming shorts pulled on
a T-shirt and we headed to the square.  Minutes later the bus puffed and
wheezed into view in the already burning heat.

   Maggie seemed very disappointed as we climbed onto the bus.  She sat and
she gazed out of the window towards the hotels at the edge of town. 
Suddenly she sat up as the four boys came running into the square and
towards the bus.  They clambered on as the bus started to move and amid
profuse greetings with wheezing breath they flopped into seats close to us.

   "That was a bit tight" Sam said between gulps of air.  "There was no way
I was going to miss this little trip having dragged myself, and these
reprobates, up at this god-forsaken hour".  He slumped down in his seat. 
Next to him Alf was already asleep and both Stan and Biff were close to
joining him.

   The rest of the trip into the hills was quiet with fantastic views over
the sheer drops alongside the road.  After what seemed like hours but was
probably no more than 15 minutes the bus stopped close to the gates to the
fort.  We woke the boys and all clambered out.  Standing dazed and dazzled
in the bright sunlight we waited for the dust to settle.  Across the road
on an exposed ridge, a quarter of a mile further on, was the massive
structure of the fort.  We trudged up the rocky track and paused for breath
in the shade of some gnarled old fir trees.  The light wind sang through
the high foliage.

   Enjoying the temporary shade we stood for a few minutes and drank some
of our rapidly warming water before entering the complex of buildings.  The
outer walls and some of the central buildings seemed structurally sound. 
Other sections were teetering on the edge of collapse or had already fallen
beyond recognition.  At times the piles of rubble gave way to yawning
chasms, dark and menacing that would suddenly appear immediately in front
of you.  They threatened your every step.  The views were stunning to the
hills around and, to the north, the sparkling blue sea.  It seemed to go on
forever and lay invitingly far below us.

   We lost track of time clambering over the stones, squeezing into the
half hidden doorways and gazing out across the landscape.  In those hours
no one else came in to sight.  Our peace was disturbed for brief moments as
a struggling taxi or heavily laden lorry rumbled along the distant road
travelling up out of the coastal plain and on to the plateau.

   Every now and again Maggie and I would chance upon the lads as they
horsed around playing knights in armour or trying to scale the stones of
the walls.  A long time later while we made our way out of the fort we
realised that we had not seen or heard them for at least half an hour.  We
found them sprawled and semi-naked beneath the sparse trees.  The four-guys
were stripped to their waists; their shiny bodies shimmered, sweat soaked,
in the shade.  The light, scorching hot breeze could not evaporate the
sweat quickly enough.  They made space for Maggie in the middle, in the
deepest shade, and I slumped at one end.

   After a few minutes of animated chat we agreed that we had identified
the gully leading down.  We were pretty certain we could find the start of
it.  Chatting amiably we set off.  The slope rapidly became steeper and
within minutes we were in a dry river bed.  The banks on either side got
higher and higher and soon we were walking down the steep incline unable to
see the parched fields to left or right with the sun blasting directly on
to us.  On the positive side the wind, if you could call the moving waves
of hot air that, was funnelled up the gully and continued to dry the sweat
from our bodies.

   We stopped several times in the shade of the sparse overhanging trees
taking some water and something to eat.  All the way down we were given
tempting glances of the shimmering sea way beyond our reach.  We finally
noticed that the slope was becoming less steep and the banks became lower
as the gully itself widened out.  By the time we could see the olive trees
in thick, well-kept groves on either side, we realised that the sea was
very close.  Suddenly we were there.  We stumbled through a line of sparse
trees and came out into the sparkling openness of the beach.  In front a
swath of sand and close by on either side rocks.  Beyond there were patches
of sand between the great lumps of rock.  We could see a few people,
several couples and a few slightly larger groups, the occasional camper van
in the tree line in the distance but the beach, in contrast to the town
beach a mile or so away, was almost empty and silent.

   The boys looked around and their disappointment was obvious; it was
written all over their faces.  There were so few naked girls.  They looked
toward the town beach knowing it was only round the headland to the left
and filled with topless masses.  They then turned their gaze to the water.
"What are you planning now?" I asked?

   They looked around again.  Sam said "If its ok with you we need to cool
down.  I need to get in the water, I am shattered".

   Maggie put her bag down and, as she fussed with the contents, I dropped
my shorts, stepping out of my trunks.  The look of shock on Sam's face was
a picture "It is a nudist beach" I said "I don't want to waste an
opportunity", I turned, dropped my salt stiff T-shirt and strode to the
water.  When I dived below the water surface I was suddenly very aware of
my pounding heart, the rush of blood from my head and the very dry feeling
in my mouth.  As I broke the surface I rolled on to my back and looked over
to where I had left the others.

   Maggie was still sorting out her belongings and was kneeling beside her
bright towel.  The boys stood still talking to each other in a very lively,
but obviously hushed manner.  Quickly, while Maggie's back was turned they
all dropped their trunks, threw off their T-shirts and ran towards me in
the water.  What a sight they made.  They were dark, ripped and each had a
very healthy 'package' flopping around their thighs.  I watched and saw
Maggie turn to look at their receding bums as they ran to the water.  Later
she told me that the view was stunning, four of the tightest bums and
sleekest, sweating bodies she had ever seen.  She was in heaven.

   Suddenly, as my gaze returned to the boys I caught one last glimpse of
their flaccid cocks just before the water around me exploded with all four
bombing me.  I spluttered back to the surface and came up in the middle of
them.  No one spoke as we turned and slowly swam out towards the great
clumps of rock 100m from shore.  Very slowly we swam around them.

   I looked back to the shore and could see that Maggie had made her way to
the sea and was standing with the water just below bare shoulders.  I
noticed that the boys swam slightly faster on the return trip.  The final
10m were executed in a wild splashing race made up of effort, spectacle and
effect rather than efficiency.

   We all reached Maggie at roughly the same time and ploughed in to her.
There was a great deal of 'accidental' touching and a lot of "Oooops,
sorry".  I know that no one really meant it.  For a few minutes we all
stood rather awkwardly before Maggie said that she was going to get some
drinking water.  She turned and waded out and up the shore.  As the water
became shallower and more and more of her was exposed we all leaned forward
slightly and watched the water form rivulets and streamed down her back,
then over her buttocks and through the deep 'V' between.  We watched
transfixed.  When she had reached half way to the towels I shouted that I
would like her to bring some water for me.  She waved in affirmation
without turning round.  Suddenly the boys also called for a bottle of water
and she waved over her shoulder again.  We all stood expectantly.

   She picked up two bottles; these she carefully arranging in front of
her. She turned and walked slowly back to us.  I smiled as I watched the
disappointment show on the faces of the boys.  She had carefully covered
her nipples and shaven pussy.  You could feel the tension suddenly melt
away for a brief moment of disappointment.  Then it returned as she got
closer.  We five remained firmly standing waist deep in the water.

   When she was three meters from the water's edge she stopped and sat
down. She put one bottle between her thighs as she bent her knees up and
crossed her ankles.  The other bottle she cradled against her chest.  She
opened the top and then, pushing her chest forwards to her knees she took
several long swigs of the water.  She put the top back on and cradled the
bottle once more.  "Jim, would you like some water?" and she gestured
slightly with the bottle.  I looked round at the boys and they smiled.  As
I started to move forward I was aware that I had a semi erection despite
the coolness of the water.  I stood in front and slightly to the side of
Maggie and stretched out my hand.  She gave me the bottle exposing her
breasts and sat back leaning on her arms.  The tension in her upper body
helped to firm-up her boobs and the relative coldness of the bottle, and
the excitement, had set her nipples as hard as diamonds.  I took several
swigs aware that my cock was still hardening and lengthening.  As I leaned
backwards and drank for a second time I felt Maggie's hand brush my cock. I
jumped slightly at the brazenness and surprise at the act.  She gripped it
briefly before slowly pulling her hand gentle away.  With a raging hard-on
I was glad that my body had shielded most of the act from the boys.

   She leaned around me and shaking the bottle that nestled between her
thighs said "Boys?".  I moved out of the way standing where I could watch
all of the action as it unfolded.  The four looked at each other after
tearing their eyes from her finger-joint sized nipples.  She shook the
water again and Sam, after looking round the expectant faces of his
friends, slowly walked out of the water.  As he emerged both Maggie and I
had our eyes fixed on the point where Sam's cock would surface.  His pubic
hair appeared then slowly his semi-hard cock emerged from the water.  It
was magnificent, thick, black, shiny, heavily veined and reassuringly solid
looking.  I was pleased to see that it did not appear to be too much bigger
than mine when I emerged from the water.  He stood in front of Maggie and I
saw her lick her lips very quickly.  She let her knees open slightly before
lifting the bottle and proffering it to Sam.  His eyes were now fixed on
the shaved pussy below him as he took the plastic container.  As Maggie let
the bottle go her hand 'accidentally' brushed the length of his cock.  Sam
visibly shuddered.  It twitched and thickened.

   He remained directly in front of Maggie and as he bent back pouring
several mouthfuls down his throat I watched Maggie hungrily stare at his
throbbing, slowly hardening and lengthening cock.  He finished and turned
to pass the bottle to the next guy.  He stopped mid turn, paused for a
moment, then bent and handed it to Maggie.  She snuggled it back between
her thighs again.  She leaning past Sam, raised her eyebrows and signalled
the next guy.  That was all it took for Stan to start striding out of the
water.  Sam moved to the other side of her and Stan stood immediately in
front.  Stan's cock was looking good.  It was a lot thicker than either
mine or Sam's although it had been a similar length on emerging.

   He took the water and, once more, Maggie 'accidentally' stroked the cock
in front of her.  Stan coughed and spluttered involuntarily.  Recovering
quickly he managed to push his lengthening cock further out and into her
hand before it moved away.

   When he had drunk what he wanted he passed the bottle back to Maggie. 
She took it and placed it between her thighs.  Biff walked up to her and
took the bottle when she offered it.  His semi-hard was long and thin at
least 2 inches longer than mine and flexed nicely.  It grew another inch
when she touched it.  As Maggie settled the bottle between her thighs he
stepped aside and Alf started to walk from the water.  I was still watching
Biffs cock swaying in the sunlight and missed Alf's first few inches.  He
may have been the shortest and he may have been the youngest but as he
emerged his cock seemed to stay below the surface.  I realised my mouth was
hanging open.  I looked around and saw the other boys looking from Maggie
to me and back again.  They smiled at us, enjoying our evident shock.  We
boys finally looked to Maggie whose jaw was hanging open.  Her chest was
flushed and her breathing was shallow; but her eyes were fixed on Alf's
cock.  It was fucking huge.

   He took the bottle of water and thrust his thighs closer to Maggie who,
as she dropped her hand, stroked the cock several times.  Alf sighed and
shuddered.  His cock started to move straightening out and rising.  Maggie
and I were transfixed.  He took a couple of swigs and passed the bottle
back then offered his hand to Maggie to help her stand.  She later told me
that her legs almost gave way; they felt like jelly.  At that moment a
group of people came noisily around the headland from the direction of the
town and the spell was broken.  Without a word being spoken the five of us
guys turned and rushed towards the water; our raging hardons flapping about
in front of us.  The group that had appeared were still far enough away
that they would not have been able to make out the details of our excited
state.  We were, however, very embarrassed.  Maggie, on the other hand, was
in fits of laughter as she stood watching us, our heads bobbing about in
the water.  She stood with her hands on her hips until the new group came
past her.  She spoke briefly to them, pleasantries expected from strangers
passing on the beach.  All the while she was smiling at our discomfort and
then, as the newcomers moved on, she came down into the water with us.

   "You boys seemed a little distracted" she said as she swam up to us.

   "It is not so obvious to the world at large when a girl is enjoying the
view" I said sternly as I moved away and created a great storm of splashing
soaking her and all of the boys.  Within seconds they were powering after
me easily catching up and piling on top of me to press me below the
surface. I could feel several cocks brush over my legs as they pressed
down. They swam back and I followed.  As I reached Maggie I ran my hand up
her leg to her slit.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that my hand
joined a queue as there were at least 2 other hands already on her.  I was
not sure who they belonged to as everyone stood so close.  I moved away to
get a better view of proceedings.  It was still hard to tell whose hands
were where since the boys and Maggie kept moving, swimming away, rolling
back and generally splashing around.  From a distance this gave a show of,
at least, a semblance of good clean horse-play.  Occasionally I could catch
a glimpse of hands on boobs and cocks and, very occasionally, it was
possible to make out hands on Maggie's groin.  I moved back in.  No one
spoke and the splashing had subsided.  Pretence had almost gone as the
horse-play turned into a fondle and grope session.  Maggie had her eyes
shut and was now 'floating' on her back.  She was being supported by her
own arms evidently holding and pressing down on a cock in each hand.  I saw
hands stroke her body and legs and they seemed to converge on her breasts
and her groin.  There was a slow rotation of the boys and Maggie took a new
cock every few minutes.  I joined the circle and soon my cock was in her
hands.  I stroked her breasts and then down her stomach to her slit where I
pressed my hand into her soft and very open hole.

   We played like this for some time.  Later Maggie told me that she
experienced several small, but pleasant orgasms during this period of fun
and that she really loved being the centre of attention.  At one point I
had to move away as I was on the edge of coming.  As I moved back to join
them the people who had walked along the beach earlier came back into view.
Without a word being spoken Maggie was lowered so that her feet touched the
sand and we all moved a little away from her.  The spell was broken and
once more the moment had passed.

   I turned to swim into deeper water and was suddenly submerged in an
explosion of spray as Sam landed on me and pressed me under.  I felt his
semi-rigid cock press into my back for a brief moment before I turned and
pushed myself away from him.  I quickly surfaced and pressing my feet hard
on the sandy sea-bottom launching myself at him.  We submerged in a mass of
spray and flailing limbs as I pressed one hand to his chest and pulled him
up by the cock and balls tumbling him over.  Spluttering to the surface he
said through the laughter and coughing "you are cheating".  Immediately two
pairs of hands attacked me from behind.  They grabbing me by my legs and
pulling them from under me launched me headlong into the water.  As I came
up again I was about to jump up when I saw that Sam, Stan and Biff were
standing transfixed by something behind me and closer in to the shore.  I
turned and saw Alf facing me, planted up to his waist in water, arms at his
side and his eyes glazed over.  It took a few seconds to see that a pair of
white arms had snaked around his body converging below the water in front
of him obviously pumping his very long cock.  Maggie's head looked around
from behind his back and smiled at us, Alf closed his eyes and thrust his
hips forward gasping and panting as he obviously dumped a load of his sperm
in the water.  Moments later gobs of white floated to the surface as Maggie
moved in front of him and ducked her head under the surface evidently
cleaning up the mess she had made.  Alf stood dazed and smiling, eyes still
closed.

   When she surfaced again she turned to us and said "I fancy another drink
if anyone wants to help".  And she turned to the beach, took Alf by the
hand and walked to where our gear had been laid on the sand.  We looked at
each other and rushed in a very unseemly fashion after her.

   We arrived as she pushed Alf down onto a towel and then pressed her
mouth to his slightly flaccid cock.  We stood and watched as she worked it
expertly back to a full stand and then proceeded to repeat her actions from
earlier and brought him to a shuddering, cum exploding climax in about 5
minutes.  Throughout the performance she made several attempts to swallow
his giant organ but each time failed.  As she cleaned his shrinking tool
for the second time she kissed the end of it and said "I will swallow you
before very long" and kissed it again.

   Biff was standing close behind her and she turned, stretched up and
using his hard cock as a lead pulled him down onto the towel as Alf got up.
Biff's cock quickly vanished into Maggies mouth and she worked on him. 
"Man, that was fantastic" Alf exclaimed to me as he stood up.  He turned to
the others "Fan..  fuckin'..  tastic" he said as he hefted his still huge,
dangling but soft cock in both of his hands.  We formed a semi-circle
around the pair on the ground and as we watched we made comments and
suggestions while slowly manipulating our cocks.  Biff came quite soon. 
After he was licked clean he stood up and was replaced by Stan.  Soon
Maggie was finished with Stan and moved on to Sam.  His face said it all
and as he dumped a huge load of cum in her mouth I moved over to take my
turn.  Her mouth was warm and soft with an unbelievable texture that I had
never, in all these years of receiving head from her, felt before.  I doubt
if I lasted five minutes as I came in a flood deep in to her throat.  She
gently licked my cock clean, kissed the tip and rolled on to her back.

   She smiled up at us and said "What does a girl have to do to get some
attention here"?  The words had barely left her lips when all 5 of us
dropped to our knees and started to work on her.  The first thing I did was
kiss her deeply, pressing my tongue into her mouth and feeling the warm
softness inside.  We kissed for several minutes as she sighed and gasped
between my lips.  I lifted my head to look about me and could hardly see
her body as her white skin was covered in a layer of moving black hands and
licking and nibbling heads.  They touched her flesh gently then pinched her
hard.  The tweaked her nipples and they pulled her labia.  For the next few
minutes she was being used by five pairs of hands delving over, into and on
every part of her body.  Her muted moans and groans emphasised the impact
the touching was having.  I went back to kissing her when she gasped loudly
and arched her body.  I looked up to see that Biff had his head between her
thighs and was licking and fingering her as hard as he could.  It only took
a few minutes for her to crash into a massive orgasm that, had I not
pressed my mouth to her mouth and twisted my tongue around hers, would have
led to a deafening scream of pure ecstasy.

   I looked up once more then as I turned back to Maggie's mouth I found
that I had already been replaced and Alf had moulded his face into
Maggie's. I saw a vacant nipple and pressed my mouth to it licking and
nibbling it as I touched her body.  She convulsed again and when I looked I
could see the top of Sam's head between her thighs.  We moved slowly
between stations each getting to taste Maggie's very wet thighs and inner
lips and to kiss her and play with her tongue.  Every now and again we were
rewarded with moans and convulsions as she started a new batch of orgasms.

   I took my turn with my face pressed between her thighs.  I licked Maggie
for several minutes and then slid up her body.  My cock ran along her thigh
and was then funnelled towards her very wet and inviting lips.  As my cock
head touched her she shuddered and I felt her hand grasp my cock and
roughly feed it in to her waiting hole.  I started gently....  for a couple
of seconds but could not hold back and quickly built up a fast rhythm
pounding my cock fully in to her until with a loud groan I shot everything
I had left deep inside her.  I lay there without moving for a minute before
I was pushed aside and Sam slid his hard black cock into her well
lubricated hole.  I took a few minutes to watch what was happening and to
enjoy the incredible scene beside me.  One after the other we each mounted
her and shot our loads as deep inside her as we could manage.  She was
covered in a mass of moving hands that gently excited her body and she was
gasping and squealing as we pounded in to her.  Alf was the last to move
over her.  I was excited to watch his massive tool open her out.  By the
time the four of us had already worked our magic Alf slipped in almost
unnoticed.  I say almost because as the head moved in I looked at Maggie's
face and watched her reaction to the intrusion.  She sucked her breath in
and screwed her eyes tightly shut.  She held her breath for a few beats
before letting out a sigh that floated from her pounding heart.  She was
physically moved by the sheer volume of flesh that filled her.

   Finally she called for Time-out and as we moved away from her she picked
up a bottle of water and took several deep draughts.  "I need to clean up.
Then you can get back to work boys.  This is a woman's dream come true." I
reached out and scooped up several fingers full of our mixed cum from
inside her lips.  As I held it up I licked it from the tips and then stuck
the finger into my mouth and sucked.  Maggie gasped and shuddered and the
boys said a loud and united "awesome" as they watched.

   "What!" I asked looking round.

   "I know you lick up your own mess sometimes but I never thought you
would swallow someone elses" Maggie said.

   "There is plenty you don't know about me" I replied.  "We all have
secrets" "What other secrets"

   "If I told you they wouldn't be secret any more".

   "And do you suck it fresh from the source" she asked.

   "It has been known, but not for a very, very long time.  I am sure that
I am out of practice.  Anyway, it is getting late and we should head
back....  after I have helped clean you up a bit".  I moved over and
licking around Maggie's mouth, and face, over her neck and to her breasts
before licking the cum from her thighs and then delving into her well used
hole.  It was tasted strong, was thick and creamy and, unfortunately, full
of sand.

   I stood, my now hard cock pointing straight out in front of me.  The
others stood up and we helped Maggie to her feet.  We gathered our things
together, we boys putting on our shorts and then watched as Maggie tied the
tail of the shirt below her breasts and wrapped the sarong around her hips.
She dropped the bikini bra and knickers into her bag.  We were riveted to
her breasts as they moved so enticingly inside the thin shirt.  Whenever
the light breeze blew our attention was re-directed to her pussy, each of
us eager to catch a glimpse of it as if we had never seen it before.

   During the walk back we suggested heading to our apartment but going via
the supermarket where we could get some food and a few bottles.  The boys
readily agreed and buzzed around Maggie like wasps to a honey pot.  They
were very attentive almost fighting over who would carry her bag and who
stand closest to her.  Once in the supermarket we wasted little time
getting our provisions together but I did make a point of standing well
back so that I could watch the effect that this mature lady with her four
very attentive young black men was having on other customers.  There were a
few disdainful looks but most seemed to be envy.  I loved it.  We paid up
and headed back to the apartment.  The streets were quiet; that period
between the day on the beach and the night in a club or bar when everyone
is inside getting ready to head out.  This gave us plenty of opportunity to
play with Maggie as we walked.  She was groped, licked and fondled at every
opportunity by one if not all of us.  By the time we entered our apartment
the sun was beginning to set.  I quickly got the gin open and poured out
six large shots with fruit juice, a perfect accompaniment to another
glorious sunset.  Walking back towards the balcony I once more had that
beautiful sight of four perfect male bodies, rippling muscles on their
backs, flanking the already naked Maggie.  Her 'white bits' were glowing a
light orange but stood out in very marked contrast to the blackness of her
companions.  It was time for another memorable photo I thought.

   I asked the boys to hang their towels over the balcony rail giving an
increase in privacy.  I then instructed them to remove their shorts.  This
created an astonishing image; their tight, muscled black butts now flanking
Maggie.  The two either side of her started to move their hands gently over
her back and arse cheeks worming their way into the crease between them. 
At the same time Maggie had each hand on a firm black butt cheek.  She
slowly moved her fingers up and down their hard creases teasing their
rosebuds with her nails.  Even from behind I could see that their cocks
were lengthening and firming up.

   The sun had barely set and the red glow was still lighting up the sky as
the six of us moved through to the bedroom.  The beds were already pushed
together giving us the maximum amount of space on the bed and around the
edges.  Maggie was soon invisible under the pile of writhing, licking and
pawing bodies.  As the minutes passed the noise level increased and the
sounds became more and more incoherent.

   It was a night to remember.  There were a few breaks for more drinks and
for food.  As you would expect Maggie was the centre of attention for
almost all of the night.  She received cock in her pussy and mouth in an
almost endless stream.  As the night wore on my talents as the chief cum
cleaner were in great demand and I licked, sucked and drank my way through
a lot of second-hand spunk.  At some stage, and I am not sure when, I moved
in and helped by providing a 'fluffing' service, taking the opportunity to
lick and suck each and every cock and to feel their cock heads as far down
my throat as possible and even tasting their sweaty young balls.  I did
take a few lesser loads of strong tasting sperm directly from the source
but generally assisted Maggie by cleaning out her constantly filled pussy
and ensuring that there was a hard cock waiting.  Of course I was kind
enough to ensure that I snowballed some to her mouth each time.

   As the sky brightened and dawn crept in we were all starting to drop off
to sleep.  There was not enough room for six of us to sleep so reluctantly
the lads crawled out and into the chill of the morning.  We, Maggie and I,
fell asleep in the rumpled and very cum soaked bed as our final day on the
island burst into light.

   Our arrangements were that if we surfaced we would be on the nudist
beach where the boys could meet up.  Late in the afternoon, packed and
ready to go we went to the beach for a final swim.  With our departure so
close the atmosphere was very strained when the boys finally appeared. 
They stripped off very quickly and after some preliminary petting each
deposited a wad of sticky cum inside Maggie.  I left my deposit before
cleaning her out.  Refreshed we swam some more with lots of petting and
then played a very physical game of Frisbee.  It was wonderful to see
Maggie bounce as she jumped and stretched and for the boys cocks to jiggle
and flap so enticingly as they caught the plastic disc.

   It was during this time that a young couple came by who, by the look of
their pale skin, had only just arrived.  They nervously took furtive glance
at us as we jumped and ran.  On their return journey back down the beach a
wild throw from Stan sent me chasing across the sand towards the couple. 
As I picked up the Frisbee I said hello to the pair as they stopped to let
me get to the toy.  I started a banal conversation asking if they had just
arrived and so on.  After a few minutes everyone came and joined us and the
new couple were struggling to find somewhere that they could look without
being embarrassed.  This made us more determined to make them blush and
finally Alf achieved this when he stepped from behind Biff with his huge
cock ragingly hard.  The purple head shone in the bright sun.  The girl
gulped and lost track of what she was saying and the lad just openly
started pressing his hand to his cock-filled shorts.

   When we asked them to join in the game they followed us up the beach
liked condemned men.  They remained in their swimming costumes for a while
finally having a heated discussion about whether they should remove their
clothes.  We played on until the girl turned to us and asked if we minded
if they were nude too.  We told them that they would enjoy it and should
certainly do it...  but to watch out for sunburn on the previously
underexposed bits.

   As they peeled off they had 6 sets of eyes boring in to them.  The girl
had tiny boobs with very dark areolae and a neat landing strip on her
pussy. The guy was nervous and shrivelled but determined to join in.  We
played on, all 8 of us for a while until I saw that the new guy and girl
were transfixed by something behind me.  I turned and saw that Maggie was
on her knees sucking Biffs big cock.  We all walked closer and watched as
Biff blew his load.  Stan thrust his cock immediately into Maggies face as
she grabbed the next two nearest cocks to her and started to pump them. 
Sam and I leaned back pushing our cocks into Maggie's hand and enjoying the
sensations.  For a few minutes our eyes were closed.

   Maggie worked her way round the rest of us guys saving Alf for last as
she struggled with his massive cock in her mouth.  At this point the new
guy, eyes boggling and cock firmly in his girlfriend's hand came spurting a
fountain into the air to splatter on the sand and Maggie's knees.  "Here,
allow me" I said as I knelt and licked him clean.  They fumbled with their
gear making apologies and rushed off to their hotel room for some wild sex.
I know about this in detail because when they met up with the four boys on
the beach the next day they told them all about it.

   We took a last swim and headed back to the meeting point for our bus to
the airport.  As we waited to get on the bus the boys hugged us and kissed
Maggie much to the delight of some and the horror of other passenger.  We
fixed a firm date to meet again back in the UK, exchanged e-mail addresses
and with a few final waves they were gone from sight as our bus careered
around the first corner.  We were sad to see the end of the trip but very
excited about the prospect of meeting the boys again very soon.  We were
also very, very tired.