On the Road

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 gotthe 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. How did he do it, I wondered, particularly in that he had so recently been suffering both shaggers back and lovers' nuts. I remembered reading somewhere that men are capable of sustained sexual performance with a series of new partners and wondered how long he could keep it up, pardon the pun.

"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 sexually liberated, some might call it 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 imperceptibly. 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 turn of 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 peignoir.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Norman," 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, her eyes widening 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 experience 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 descended 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 dream-like 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 anus. She sqeezed the bulb and pulled the shaft from her bottom witha 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 and matched 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 vagina, 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 anus. 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 anus.

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 college 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 sin 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 Billy 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 had changed with the two womens' views on free-love.