WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

VACATIONERS 4 (in which the Searle's, et al, help Deby to appreciate sex as 
               a means to enjoy one's friends and acquaintances, to express 
               one's love and to make new friends)

by Ozman (c) 2001.

  When Robbie went off to work he was limping, hunched slightly forward and 
a little bandy-legged. I'd seen the symptoms once before, the morning after 
our wedding night when he'd shagged me furiously seven times, so I knew the 
cause. 

  Mark was in the lobby getting a  morning paper and appearing to be in the 
early stages of decomposition. 

  "You're looking a little weary Mark," I chirped. "Overdid the naughtiness, 
did we?"

  "It's all right for you sheilas to sneer,  but you don't have to make the 
same strenuous effort that we do, on the job I mean."  

  "The only reason you guys make an effort is because you're always in such 
a hurry to come in us," I told him amiably, surprising myself with the easy 
vulgarity of my remark. "That's why women can satisfy so many more partners 
than men in the same time."

  Mind you,  if I'd satisfied any more guys than I had during the course of 
previous day,  my pubic mound would certainly be aching as much as Robbie's 
testes.  As it was, I wasn't looking forward to any love-making before that 
evening.

  "So what are we doing today?" he asked. "Vern and Eve are busy with a new
group here,  so Lisa and I thought we'd have a picnic at a beach somewhere. 
We've got a four-by-four waggon so we can go almost anywhere.  Want to come 
too?"

  "Love to,"  I accepted,  thinking that with both Lisa and I together, his 
weakened libido would be much less a problem. 

  We drove around looking over the various coves, bays and beaches until we 
found a perfect spot, a small bay with rocky headlands at each end and huge 
shade trees.  After a swim,  I wore Ronnie's gold thong and the others went 
nude,  we set out our picnic lunch and picked at the food as we drank wine. 
It wasn't long before Mark's thick dick was hard and horizontal,  with Lisa 
holding it lovingly as she led him down the beach and into the  water where 
they coupled for a submarine 'quickie'.

  Within the half-hour he was horny again and Lisa looked at me,  then down 
at his hard cock to indicate that she didn't mind if I'd like to try it.

  "It's okay Deby,"  she assured me huskily. "I'm certain you'll return the 
compliment eventually."  

  I felt self-conscious at her assumtion that I would have casual sex there 
and then,  wondering if Mark had told her of our getting things together on 
the previous afternoon,  but assumed he had and slipped  my g-string off to 
take advantage of her offer.  It made me feel very close to them both,  but 
probably even more so to her.

  "Thanks,"  I whispered into her ear and pecked her cheek, then slipped my 
arm around Mark's waist in response to his doing that with me. 

  He squeezed a buttock and I reciprocated.

  "You told her then?" I enquired. 

  "No, 'course not, I promised."

  "Oh," I gulped.

  Wading out to chest deep water we embraced before he lifted me by the bum
as I guided his cool dick to my willing pussy to enter me. I locked my feet 
behind his pumping  bottom and leaned  back with my fingers entwined behind 
his straining  neck to move my hips in  meeting his lusty pelvic thrusting, 
sliding his cock deeply in and out of my love sheath. I abandoned myself to 
wallow  in the voluptuous sensation of illicit sexual play,  despite having 
full approval of both other partners,  making sounds that came naturally to 
me rather than trying to find words to turn him on. 

  We ground and rolled our tingling hips  together in sliding his throbbing 
member in my slippery sheath,  increasing the cadence to a point  where our 
bodies seemed to move of their own volition when  we abandoned ourselves to 
carnal pleasures of lustful sex. I'd no doubt that it was the circumstances
which excited me so much;  never before having been so thrilled in a sexual 
contact as I'd been since  my first adulterous bout with  Mark the previous 
afternoon. I'd enjoyed accommodating Norman and Vernon as very experienced,
older partners, but Mark and Robbie were different somehow; more cuddly and
like fluffy toys I suppose. 

  Mark banged away at my  crotch in a very much more leisurely  manner than
on the previous day,  I whispered to him of my enjoyment and  affection for
him and we became  oblivious to the world in our pleasure.  As he increased
the cadence of his thrusting hips I became  more voluble as the spark of my
climax became an erotic current through my whole being,  ever growing until
it exploded in a flash of pure pleasure and a series of hot convulsions had
me jerking ecstatically as I clung to his warmly shuddering form.

  It wasn't until my senses returned that I noticed five people, two blokes
and three women, standing on the beach near Lisa and looking our way. I got
the impression that two women wanted to leave, our exhibition no doubt, but
the others insisted on staying. 

  Mark and I eventually emerged from the ocean, I'm sure I was blushing, to
rejoin Lisa.

  "Okay?" she enquired. "You seemed to be enthusiastic about it."

  I blushed again. "You heard?"

  "Yeah, but don't worry. I like it that you like him too."
 
  We lay about sunning ourselves until I noticed the two of them exchanging
secret glances and grinning.  Mark made a circle with his left index finger
and thumb and poked his right index finger through the gap before moving it
rapidly back and forth to indicate coition, raising his eyebrows in a query
which she agreed to with a nod. He was hard and horny as they rose to go to
the sea hand in hand,  waded in and were quickly and very obviously engaged  
in a sexual union.

  "Hi," greeted a female voice. "Do you lend him out to anybody?"

  I looked up to find a nude, fully tanned redhead standing beside me.

  "He's not mine, he's hers," I explained.  "I just borrowed him to relieve
my immediate need."

  "She's happy to lend him around though?"

  "She only started yesterday," I explained, "swinging I mean."

  "So where's your partner?"

  "Back in town, at work."

  "He a swinger too?"

  I nodded.

  "Yeah," she said thoughtfully.  "My hubby and I have talked about it, but
not yet explored it seriously. Wouldn't mind though." 

  Her male friends had taken off their bathers to  display their horniness, 
but their wives remained modestly clad in their brief bikinis. 

  "Oh they won't even consider it.  Well Paula and Colleen won't," she told
me, on seeing me looking their way. "So what do you reckon about......"

  "Mark," I put in for her. "Well, there's no harm at all in asking."

  "Just like that," she giggled. "Okay then."

  And when they returned it's exactly how things went down.

  "Hi, I'm Justine. I noticed that your husband enjoys shagging and, due to                                 
a great need on my part, wondered if I might borrow him too. I promise I'll 
reciprocate at the earliest opportunity," she told Lisa. "My hubby's coming
down here tomorrow."

  "Your friends don't, um...?" enquired Lisa.
 
  "No, wish they did though. Billy and I thought we'd give them a chance to
try it with us, but they have consistently refused to rise to the bait. Are
you enjoying it? Is it as much fun as they say?" she wanted to know from us.

  Lisa and I nodded enthusiastically.   

  "I'd never have done it at all," I told her,  "but having it thrust in my
face like that made me consider the matter.  My need for sex, not love, was
suddenly so much stronger than my desire to be a conventional woman of good
moral reputation. I just had the almost overwhelming desire to do something 
to satisfy that part of me which needed to feel slutty and loose."
 
  "We'd talked about it, so it was just a matter of breaking the ice," Lisa
told her. "I was a little fearful over the consequences, but without cause,
as things turned out.  I had a really exciting nooky with Vern and actually
found myself looking forward to more in the near future."

  By then Mark's cock was at the ready and I noticed Justine glance down at 
it, then up at Lisa who nodded almost imperceptably.  He stood and drew her 
to her feet as they joined hands and waded out into the sea where they very
quickly got things together with some quite loud sounds of pleasure from an
excited Justine.
 
  They seemed to stay in the water much longer than the time at which their 
voices indicated that they'd climaxed, eventually emerging to rejoin us.  

  "You slut, you moll," one of her girlfriends spat out as Justine returned
to get her towel.

  "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," grinned Justine. "You really don't
know what you're missing."

  "I don't know how you could," grimaced the other young woman. "A complete
stranger."

  "Not any more," Justine chuckled. "He's very nice actually, nice cock."

  "Oooooo! Yu-uck!" they cried. "You've become a real harlot Justine. After
only one adulterous bonk too."

  Their husbands appeared  more than a little uncomfortable at the turn the
conversation had taken,  having obviously hoped for their ladies' reactions
to have been more favourable with regard to a little spouse-swapping, but I
think they could see any hope flying out the window of opportunity. 

  However, after watching Lisa, Justine and I each enjoy another nooky with 
Mark and a little more singing syrup, they partly relented and took the men
into the water. They returned topless and their husbands with droopy dicks,
indicating sexual release by some means.

  We parted agreeing to meet Justine and her husband there on the following 
morning,  although the other four seemed somewhat non-committal about their
own attendance.  The female half weren't at all sure about the day's events
and were obviously considering the potential for embarrassment if they were
pressured to join in on the morrow.

                                     *

  With Robbie working late with Norman it seemed like a good night to catch
up on a little sleep. I had a lovely long bubble bath, brushed out my hair,
sprayed on some cologne and slipped between the sheets in the nude. Just as
I began to relax in the comfort of the big bed there was a quiet tapping at 
the door, so I climbed out and slipped into my pegnoir.

  "Who is it?" I asked.

  "Norm," he replied.
  
  "Ooh, Norm," I whined, having no doubt over what he sought from me, but I
slipped into my mules and opened the door to him anyway.
  
  He was clutching a bottle of Moet and two glasses; proceeding to open the
bottle as soon as he was inside.

  "So how's it been going?" he enquired.

  "I had a quieter day," I smiled, taking the proffered champers.

  "And you can now let your hair down," he chuckled.

  "I was actually thinking of getting my head down," I told him truthfully.

  "Oh, don't be like that, Debs,"  he grinned. "So much nooky and so little
time to use it up."

  I didn't want to be a spoil-sport so I acceded.

  "Okay, but just the one, alright."

  "Fine," he agreed and took my hand and towed me out and along the hallway
to another suite.

  OF course I was terrified of somebody seeing my virtual nudity, but other
guests, if any were about, stayed in their suites.

  He tapped on the door and Vern admitted us to another, obviously standard 
suite where Lisa reclined on the huge bed as immodestly attired as I was. I
introduced Norm and Lisa before he removed his clothes to reveal his mighty
member in a semi-tumescent state, drawing more than mild interest from Lisa
eyes widend considerably on catching sight of it.

  After a couple of drinks we all discarded our gowns and paired off on the
bed.  From the previous evening's casual quickie I knew that I was about to 
experince what could be fairly described as a serious shagging. With around
two hours available it would certainly memorable from what I'd seen of both
Norm and Vern thus far. 

  He kissed my mouth, gently at first, but with growing ardour as he delved
into my wet cunt with a practiced finger to lubricate it before titillating
my swollen clitty. His lips and tongue on my nipples were heavenly, jolting
me with the thrills to the point of orgasm before he moved his face down to
cover my vulva with his mouth and penetrate me deeply with his agile tongue
lapping within.  He pressed my pleasure pearl with a circular motion of his
tongue, alternating then with sucking and squeezing it with his teeth until 
I simply wasn't able to control my senses and came explosively with a wild,
involuntary cry of passion. As I lay convulsing ecstatically he knelt above
me, leaned forward on his hands and carefully slid his rock hard penis into  
my drooling sheath.

  "Lie on me, Norm," I groaned between gasping inhalations.

  "Sure?" he asked, frowning slightly.

  I nodded, exhaling hugely, then inhaling as his full weight decended upon 
my flushed form.

  "Okay?" he asked quietly.

  I nodded again. It wasn't an entirely comfortable experience, but similar
to things like having one's nipples bitten hard; painful but pleasurable in
their way.

  He began to to rotate  his hips almost imperceptibly to indicate his need   
to screw.

  "Yeah," I breathed, clamping my sheath on his cock, "it's okay now."

  He rolled on to his side with my thighs above and below his waist to kiss
and to tenderly touch and caress each others' flushed and trembling bodies.
Behind me I could hear Lisa and Vern's sweaty bellies slapping furiously as 
they fucked in the missionary position, Norm then sliding his huge prong in
and out of my delighted quim with increasing fervour. 

  In that position we were able to reach each others' nipples with hand and
mouth without fear of cramps as we fucked, Norman making me feel absolutely
wonderful in a dreamlike way as he drove me on towards a second orgasm.  

  "Oooh God! Oooh Christ!" I moaned as I felt my senses explode in a series
of unprecedented convulsions of pure, erotic bliss. 

  I raked his corrugated back and clawed at his hard, pumping buttocks with
my painted nails until he drove his cock deep inside my belly and spewed an
enormous gush of warm semen into my womb.   

  "Now that's what I call a fuck," Lisa sniggered into my ear as I surfaced
from the dreamy warmth of sensual semi-consciousness following my climax.

  After a period of relaxation to cool our senses we had another fizzy wine 
before she took me off to the bathroom. After that experience with Norman I
needed a shower and a little talcum powder to make me feel normal once more.

  "How would you feel about having it off with me?" she enquired hesitantly. 
"I'm curious and the guys want to see it to get things up again."

  I looked at her, incredulous. Carol had once asked me that, after telling
me about her own experience with alleged dyke Natalie Kupa, but I'd assumed
that that particular story was as tall as her others.

  Lisa took a red rubber globe with a slim, black phallus sticking out of a
kind of neck at the top,  squatted over the commode and poked it inside her 
pink rectum. She sqeezed the bulb and pulled the shaft from her bottom with
a rush of fluids. I'd never had or seen an enema before, but I knew what it
was, but not why. I didn't ask immediately, not wanting to display my great
lack of knowledge on that matter.

  When Lisa had showered and powdered herself we rejoined the guys for some
more champers and nooky. Lisa told them I'd agreed to try a little girl-on-
girl stuff with her, I blushed and the two men grinned.

  I was not really afraid to try it with Lisa because it was her first time 
too and, despite having only a few minutes to consider, it didn't seem very
daunting because I liked her a lot. We began by lying on our sides with our
legs entwined as we kissed and caressed each other from mouth to cunt, tits
pressed flat together and bodies trembling  with such a profoundly exciting
first experience of sapphic love. She knelt above me, head to head, crawled
forward to suck at my swollen nipples as I reciprocated on her tits hanging
in my face, before we tongued each others navels.  We moved into the sixty-
nine position andmatched tongues with cunts, but even with our best efforts 
it really wasn't possible to sustain continuous,  mutual stimulation of our 
clitties. Her taste wasn't at all abhorrent to me as I licked deep into the 
smooth cleft between  her frilled inner lips and upward to find the swollen 
clit and feel her jerk and jolt with the erotic thrills I'd imparted.

  She suddenly pulled away from  me and knelt between my widely spread legs   
and delve her busy tongue into my welling vulva, find my clitoris and begin
a round of wild licking, sucking, pulling and nibbling until my senses were 
out of control and overwhelmed by a huge wave of erotic pleasure as I came.

  Lisa was gone; I watched Norm's hefty organ vanish easily into her snatch
as she straddled him and lowered her hips with a happy smile.  She rode the 
mighty member until Vern murmured something and she stopped, bottom raised, 
while he smeared a clear lubricant on and in her her puckered, pink rosebud
and over his big,  thick dick before pressing the dark knob to her virginal
rectum. He pressed forward and she grimaced, shoved again to make her gasp,
then thrust even more firmly as he held her neat hips, making her cry aloud
as the head slid through the widely stretched portal and him to grunt at an
extremely tight grip of her rectum. 

  He thrust again and again with short strokes following short withdrawals,
she grunting and groaning open-mouthed at the strange, invasive feelings in
her posterior region until he could slide his hot organ smoothly in and out 
of her unwonted anus. Norm also started thrusting up into her snatch as she 
raised and rotated her bottom as they  quickly developed a rhythm to enable
participation by them all.

  Then they got into some serious shagging, really whooping it up as Lisa's
penetrated orifices were rammed unmercifully until her emotions were beyond
control. Finally, Vern gave her a final last thrust and came, soon followed   
by a panting Norman and lastly by Lisa who sobbed with wanton and unbridled 
sexual exertion.  The three of them remained inseparably locked together as
they were shaken repeatedly by spasms of ecstacy until their senses finally
returned.

  "Ooooh shit!" cried Lisa, "now I've been mob-jobed. Now I know how Alicia
Mallory felt."

  "Who's she," I asked.

  "A fellow Sunday school teacher who was gang-banged on a chartered train,
we were on a school excursion, who seemed quite unaffected by her 'ordeal'.
I later discovered that Ali had two lives; one as the very devout type that
her parents wanted her to be and the other as her cousin's partner in crime 
as the complete social sex-machine.  Her cousin, Hayley, lived right across            
the city, so she could be promiscuous with impunity. I asked her about more
than one partner sex, but she said it was impossible to describe."

  We were finishing the last of the wine when Norman's phone rang to advise
me that Robbie was on his way. I staggered back into our suite and showered,
got into bed and was thankfully slumbering when my beloved finally came in. 

                                     *
                            
  The following morning found Mark quite bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after
his abstinent night at home alone.  He was smart enough to realize that his
twin complaints of shagger's back and lover's nuts were likely to develop a
chronic flavour if he didn't take a short rest from his sexual exertions.

  "The name's Simpson, not Samson," he sniggered to himself when he drifted 
comfortably into slumber on the previous night.

  We returned to the scene of the previous day's naughtyness at around ten,
then about a half an hour later Justine arrived with two guys; her husband,
Billy, and a younger, single friend of theirs named Sean.  Both were wholly
aroused, if the bulges in the fronts of their bathers were any guide, as we
sat enjoying an early drink and soaking up some sun. Eventually Justine and
Ken went into the water where he discarded his shorts and provided her with
an energetic rogering below the glassy surface of the warm sea.  Lisa and I
looked at each other to decide who would see to Sean's sexual relief, but a
vehicle bearing Paula and Colleen and spouses arrived, so we waited to find
out if anything would change with the two women.

  The two guys, Mick and Josh, got their gear off to reveal their horniness
to the world and, to our surprise, their ladies had given up their somewhat
modest bikinis for the skimpiest of stretch thongs. The width of the straps
and the frontal triangle of fabric made it clear that they'd been busy with
their razors, the matter confirmed when Colleen bent over to reveal a vulva
free from fur.

  When Justine and Billy returned we formed a single group where even young
Sean got his bathers off to display a penis as thick as Vern's and equal in
length to Norm's. He hadn't had a lot to do with girls because of his self-
consciousness at the size of his sex organ, he'd confided to Justine, while
she'd eventually persuaded him that a big dick is a big plus, not a minus.

  Justine was obviously eager to sample Sean's prick and got up to lead him
into the water, followed closely by Lisa and Billy.

  "Come on ladies," she called back over her shoulder.  "This might be your  
one chance to try it."

  They looked at each other flushing as Mark pulled me to my feet.

  "Hold on a moment,"  said the short, blonde Paula as she shoved her green
thong down her legs and walked naked to Mark, pushing Mick towards me.

  I closed my hand around his nicely curved, standard dick and smiled in my
best loose-woman manner as we headed for the water.  We'd walked only a few
paces when a then naked Colleen and husband caught up with us to blushingly
indicate that an exchange of partners would make them happy. I took Josh in
hand and into the warm ocean where we fairly quickly got something straight   
between us. My legs were wrapped tightly about his slim body and my fingers 
intertwined behind his neck as he lustily rammed his hips to my crotch in a
rhapturous sexual rhythm to slide his nice dick in and out of my hungry sex
pouch. 

  "Oooh, ye-es," I told him urgently. "Do it! Do it hard to me."

  And he did; banging away lustily until I came with a wild cry of pleasure
as he continued to thrust into my convulsing cunt,  eventually shoving deep
inside me to squirt semen into my womb and bring on another ecstatic spasm. 

  "You're like really wild," he said to me when he'd caught his breath once
more. 

  "I wasn't a couple of days ago," I giggled. "But after so long being good,
I rather enjoy the sensation in being a slut."

  "I don't reckon you're a slut. Free and easy, liberated maybe, but not at
all slutty. Actually, I'd like Colleen to be more like you."

  "And you don't mind her going with other guys?"    

  "No, I really wanted this, you know, for her to be much more her own lady
and not constantly worried about what others might think, particularly some
others whose thoughts just don't matter to me," he told me. 

  "Yeah," I said thoughtfully. "But I'm really surprised at how many blokes
want to see their wives doing this. The whole idea appalled me until I gave
in to Mark, but I can't imagine what I was thinking now."

  The rest of the day was spent in a sexual round-robin where every guy got
to fuck with each of the women, all of us discussing how it felt to do that
and how we felt about being what we'd become, especially the females. Paula
and Colleen were as sexually familiar with all the blokes as the rest of us
by the time we parted and their spouses appeared to be more than pleased at
their transformation. 
                                     *

  I hadn't a clue about what Ronnie had in mind for me on her 'girls night',
but of course I had to accept that I'd be engaging in some manner of sexual
activity at some point during the course of the evening. We dined at a very
swish restaurant specialising in seafood where she introduced me to oysters,
I didn't know  why at the time, but found them much more palatable than I'd
have imagined them to be from appearance.  

  We then drove back to her place where she poured us another wine and went
to the downstairs bathroom where she used a huge rubber syringe as an enema. 
She smiled by way of commending it to me too, so when she left after taking
her shower I naively complied without understanding why.  
  
  In a guestroom she'd put out two short, silk camisoles, stay-up stockings 
and  mules with fifteen centimetre heels. She pulled my hair up and plaited 
it at my crown, coiling and pinning it under a scrunchie. The doorbell rang 
while she was doing my makeup so she left me finishing my mascara while she 
let the visitor in. 

  I pulled on the black, lace-topped hose and stepped on to my shoes before
dropping the gold smock over my nude form and checking my mirror reflection.
The camisole barely  covered either my crotch or nipples,  causing me quite
some embarassment on hearing  more than one masculine voice coming from the 
lounge-room.  However I needn't have worried, as on entering the room I saw 
the first of three men coming from another of the guest rooms.  He was nude
and obviously aroused, his solid penis curving slightly upward as it jutted 
out from his trimmed crotch. To my not exactly happy surprise, two more men
followed him out, both as horny as he but sporting only standard size dicks.

  "This is Leon," Ronnie said by  way of introduction to the bloke with the
twenty centimetre member, "Vin and Rick. This is Deby."

  Both Leon and Vin embraced me easily, giving me a quick peck on the cheek,
then Rick, as green and nervous as I tried so hard not to touch me with his 
cock, but caused us to fall on to the couch and get a chiacking about being
in such a hurry to get on with it.

  Ronnie provided drinks and sat talking with Leon and Vin while Rick and I 
sat across the occasional table looking at her cunt showing beneath the hem
of her dress. I guessed that mine was as obvious,  but was past feeling any
real embarrassment after only two days as a swinger,  allowing one shoulder 
strap to fall and bare my boob.

  Eventually Ronnie rose and expertly let her silken camisole slip down her 
body to the carpet without appearing to have done anything to cause it.  

  "Come on Rick," grinned Ronnie, "let's get acquainted."
  
  He sat beside  Vin  while she knelt before them to alternately suck their 
jerking, thrilling cocks.  Leon lay on his back to slide his face under her  
perfumed crotch and tongue her exposed clitoris until she panted and gasped
with pleasure.

  Vin and Rick looked at me as they undulated their hips to Ronnie's avidly
sucking mouth. Knowing I'd have to join in to get any I stood, let my other 
shoulder string fall away and felt my one garment slowly drift floorward to 
show all my charms to a pair of virtual strangers.  While I was still a bit
nervous, despite my promiscuous activity during the day, I was much less so 
than Rick who was obviously on his first outing. It made me feel a bit more
self-assured as I knelt on the carpet and took his nicely curved penis into 
my mouth to suck and tounge at its highly sensitive knob and manipulate his
tight balls in my hand.

  In only a moment I felt his tiny hip movements quicken suddenly, his body
stiffen and my mouth and throat fill with his gushes warm, creamy semen.

  "Oooooh!" he moaned, clutching at my head.

  I leaned back and slid between Leon's solid, hairy legs to grasp his hard
and horny love tackle to eagerly fellate him too.  Rick was looking down at
me so I opened my thighs to display my furry clam and,  perhaps, suggest an
activity we could both enjoy.  He took the hint and quickly  had his tongue 
at my swollen clitty to circle and press.  He may well have been a newcomer
to swinging,  but I have to say that he was a dab hand (dab tongue?) at the
art of cunnilingus. He quickly had me at the point of orgasm despite all my 
sexual activity during the day and my determination not to come before I'd
seen to Leon. Fortunately he climaxed just before I did (how would you tell
the paramedics that a woman had drowned in semen in your lounge?) and I was
able to manage things.
  
  After the sighs and moans of pleasure had abated we took another drink of
wine and Leon produced a packet of rather upmarket cigarettes. I'd smoked a
little on a number of occasions as an appetite supressor during weight-loss
campaigns after childbirth,  but there was something  quite different about 
these smokes. The main flavour was of good Turkish tobacco, but with a nice
aftertaste of something else and in a few  minutes I realized that the high 
was more than tobacco could induce.

  With the guys all hot and horny  once more Ronnie got Rick to sit back on
the big leather sofa as she knelt over his lap to slot his cock in her easy
cunt. Leon smeared KY on her exposed rectum and on his knob before kneeling
at the edge behind her and pushing his penis deep inside her rear entrance.    
Vin stood behind the couch with his tool in her mouth as she expertly moved
her body in such a way as to slide all the male members in their particular 
orifices.

  "I think Debs might be a bit lonely there, don't you?" she observed slyly
to Vin.

  He came to me and lay behind where I'd indicated to easily slide his cock
into my wet and welling cunt to fill me, causing me to again expeience that
wonderful sensation of novelty that comes  with the initial intromission of
a new man's penis into one's pussy.  Clutching at and kneading my quivering 
boobs he began to thrust his hips to slide his lovely cock in and out of my
drooling vagina to the accompaniment of his tight belly slapping noisily on
my flexing buttocks. 

  "Oh yes!" I breathed hotly. "That's lovely Vin."

  I twisted my head back to let him kiss me deeply.

  Ronnie had settled into an easy rhythmical pumping motion with her beaus,
their cocks sliding easily in and out of her orofices in an almost perfect, 
synchronised cadence as she loudly urged them to pleasure her to the utmost
of their ability.

  By then I could feel that Vin's building coital tension was very close to
its climactic point and,  as mine was upon me too,  reached down between my 
legs to jiggle his balls and feel him  ram deeply into me as I stiffened in
orgasm.  He held  me tightly until we began to relax as our ecstatic spasms
abated,  then diddled my clitty with a finger until I just had to pull away
from his embrace at the unbearablely intense pleasure he was causing me. 

  When Ronnie eventually disentangled herself from the double embrace there
was another drink and smoke and a period of jocular levity during which she
and Leon swapped pornographic sexual jokes or anecdotes which had us all in
stitches. Later we formed a oral daisy chain, playing and tickling until we
were again ready for sex. Ronnie took charge in having me adopt her earlier
position astride Leon's hefty cock, lower my hips and take it completely in
my stretching vagina,  feeling her smearing my virginal rectum with KY as I
comprehended the reason for cleaning my lower bowel.  It's de rigueur among
serious swingers, it seems.

  She got me to raise my bottom again and I felt Vince's knob pressed to my
sensitive rosebud and make me jerk with the thrill of a truly new sensation.  
He pressed once more and I felt his knob penetrate me only minimally, but a
little further then with every push at my rear portal, until his whole knob 
suddenly popped into my anus with  my rectum tightly around the neck of his 
glans. I tightened my sphincter and heard him gasp, but not complain.

  At Ronnie's direction I started to very slowly raise and lower  my bottom
and, as the blokes began to thrust carefully, rotate my hips too. In only a
few minutes  we were all shoving easily and in concert while I forgot about 
concentrating on my rhythm to savour the sensation of being filled with and
surrounded by so much masculinity.  It was simply heavenly; hands caressing
me everywhere and mouths in places I'd never known them  before, especially 
on my lower back which I found particularly exciting.

  It was such a  wonderfully voluptuous experience which became a downright
debauched trio when Rick presented his stiff penis to my lips for some oral
stimulation. The tightness of my rear portal caused Vince to come first and 
quickly withdraw his prick to make way for Rick's hard organ which was duly 
inserted to begin banging away with vigour.  

  Eventually Leon came to his orgasm and did not have very much of a squirt 
for me as it happened, but enough to set mine off as we clung to each other 
very tightly in ecstatic embrace. Poor Rick was then confronted with having
to thrust into an orifice that was dilating and alternately clamping closed
with each blissful convulsion of my orgasm. Then he too came, falling fully 
on me as he shuddered hotly.

  That's how  we spent the rest of the evening; a few drinks, smokes and an
excellent triple penetration fuck for both Ronnie and me before the message
by phone to wind matters up. Forty minutes later I was dressed in the way I
had arrived as Norm and Robbie returned, having apparently experienced some
dearth of sex.

  After a drink Norm took me to the porch, ostensibly to show me a lily I'd
admired on the first visit. We returned silently and went into the darkened
dining room where we could look right through to the kitchen by the one way 
mirror in the servery hatch. Robbie and Ronnie were at it once again, about
to couple as I felt Norm raise my skirt from behind, then lower my knickers
to massage my buttocks as his enormous sex organ slid  warmly under my damp
crotch.

  Turning my face backward over my shoulder,  I kissed him as he unfastened 
my bra to massage my unfettered boobs. Even after so much sex I was aroused
once more, needing to have his mighty member inside my love-sheath again as
a matter of urgency.  He leaned back as I thrust my bottom both up and back
towards him,  feeling his knob against my pouty labia before he slid it all
inside me with a single, slow shove of his strong hips.

  Ronnie's broad bottom rotated deliciously as my hubby thrust his prick in
and out of her avid snatch. I tried to emulate her movements and heard Norm
softly voice his appreciation while he clutched at my hips to indicate that 
I had it right at last. 

  We banged away merrily as if  we'd been lovers forever, I felt absolutely
no shame or hesitation over enjoying a quickie just for the sex,  while his
actions told me that he appreciated my body as a connoisseur of femininity.

  "Oooh God!" I gasped as quietly as I could manage. "Oooh Jesus!"

  With that Norm  whipped his love truncheon out of my snatch and forced it
into my anus just as my initial spasm of bliss gripped my hot, sweaty body,
thrusting firmly against the rhythmic contractions of my sphincter muscles.
I felt him slide in deeply and stop, his knees buckling momentarily when he
groaned and convulsed in orgasm,  then encircle my body with his hairy arms
and lean on me as I sagged against the top of the dining table.

  "Ooooh Christ, Deb," he breathed lovingly into my ear. "You've really got
the taste for it now.  You excite me and it's been a while since I last got
to be so stirred up over a new girlfriend."

  I put my finger across his lips and shook my head.

  "There will be more for us before I go, but it's just fun remember?"

  "Oh, I wasn't suggesting anything more," he grinned. "Just appreciating a
good time for me and, hopefully, you too."

  I kissed him happily, luxuriating in the feel of his granite body against 
mine in our embrace. 

  By the time the other two returned to the lounge we were cooled, calm and 
collected while Rob looked a bit flushed and slightly sheepish.