Little Dolly Packer hadn’t been a babysitter very long. In fact, she had only started to babysit for money the previous month. Her father was away on a long sea cruise earning much needed cash for the family of five. She and her three other younger sisters were a burden on their sickly mother’s shoulders and Dolly did her best to help out with the earning of income to put food in their mouths and the rent inside her mother’s purse for the dreaded first Friday of every month.

Dolly was still a teenager and found it necessary to drop out of school in her graduating year to be the major breadwinner in the home whilst her father was absent with his return an unstated promise. Her mother’s cough was persistent and a source of constant annoyance to all around her. Still, Dolly organized her siblings into a squad of busy little workers to do all the necessary chores and allow her mother to stay abed and regain her strength.

She was of legal age to obtain her working papers and properly join the ranks of service workers scratching out a meager existence on the edge of civilized society. It was in her favor that she was an exceptionally talented and personable young lady with engaging habits and fastidious appearance. It didn’t hurt her chances of employment that she was prematurely well developed in her upper body figure with a healthy bosom and a face that shone with youthful vitality.

Dolly often looked over her shoulder in the full-length mirror at her heart-shaped bottom and those curvaceous cheeks of glorious promise with a humble but guilty sense of shame. She knew with certainty that her tempting shape caused most males to stare rudely with impudent hope of engaging her in silly conversation of the flirtatious kind. It was a constant source of amazement to her that members of the opposite sex  were so fired up to touch her back there like it was some sort of prize at the annual fair. She certainly didn’t get any tingles looking at boy’s bottoms, either clothed or unclothed, and found the entire matter a mystery yet to be resolved.

It didn’t bother her that she was still a virgin because after all, she was only recently passed into the nubile stage of development. In fact, she had to admit that she was a bit untutored in the secret goings-on behind closed doors of the houses she visited in the course of her babysitting duties. Sometimes, she wondered at the strange sounds the married couples emitted and the terrible noises that were more like some sort of altercation rather than peacefully resting in the marital bed. Her next youngest sister Ruth was filled with stories of how girls had to “lay back and take it” without really describing exactly what it was that they were expected to “take”.

Her sickly mother was not much help in that regard because she became noticeably reluctant to impart any advice. Especially, when Dolly broached the delicate subject of how she should “take” whatever it was she was expected to receive from boys. She surmised the young lads would be imbued with an urge to give her proper instruction on appropriate behavior in the horizontal position but she was reluctant to submit to their weight on top of her with no idea at all of what to expect. Her suspicion that with an absent father and a total lack of brothers to give her an inkling of male anatomy, she was acting at a disadvantage unless she made some forward moves to “grab the bull by the horns” so to speak and find out for herself.

Dolly knew she could never get up enough nerve to do something like that on her own accord. Instead, she decided just to forget about such complicated issues and let nature take its course. She was just finishing up an assignment with a young couple on the other side of the railroad tracks and in a sense she was relieved because the husband was dropping hints of a carnal nature about his “size” and ability to make a young girl smile for a very long time. He had the ability to make her blush with the thought of allowing him to spread her knees and letting him show her what the talk was all about. Still, she resisted because she felt it would be disloyal to the young wife and add to her burdens of tending three young children and taking care of her husband’s needs. She would have been surprised to discover that the wife was not opposed to the idea because she felt the need for some “down time” from her husband’s constant pestering and she hoped a young thing like Dolly might manage to wear him out a little before he turned to his spouse for wifely duties.

The next assignment was for a full two weeks with a May-December couple struggling with a single child with potty-training issues and some sort of ingrained obsession with playing with matches.  She was certain she could handle the potty use problem with no difficulty, but the arson complication was something she had never encountered before and it seemed a bit out of her normal duty requirements.

The couple seemed delighted at Dolly’s CV and she wore her school uniform outfit to the interview to show that she had come close to completing her academic basics. Her shortened skirt accentuated her white cotton briefs both fore and aft whenever she crossed her legs or bent over to adjust her stocking. She knew she should not be employing such a silly ploy to insure their signing of the contract, but she pretended it was just a game and her intentions were of a positive nature.

“We plan to spend the entire two weeks in the caravan park near the waterfalls. Are you comfortable with spending fourteen days with us in such a small space?”

It was the young wife asking the question and Dolly hastened to reassure both of them that she was ready to devote her full time and attention to their child’s needs and their needs as well.

They showed her the brochures of the campgrounds and it immediately caught her eye that the place was advertised as “natural setting” for all guests and their visitors. The so-called natural setting was with all the happy-looking residents wearing only their birthday suits in all venues including playing volleyball with boobs and male parts swinging in the breeze like back in the Garden of Eden.

“We thought it would be fun to get back into the “Adam” and “Eve” aspects of human interaction and this seemed like the ideal spot for it.”

Dolly could not stop blushing and giggling like a silly schoolgirl. It was bad enough that she would have to be around naked people all day but to walk around naked as a jaybird herself was something she had never planned on.

She was on the verge of giving up the lucrative assignment when she suddenly realized the thought of walking around stark naked with lots of men watching her every movement was a huge turn-on for her and she was already experiencing those tingles in her secret places that she suspected was what her well-informed sister told her was a “big-girl orgasm”

Besides, this was an opportunity for her to get all the inside scoop on male equipment that she found such a mystery for far beyond her time of learning.

“We hope you don’t mind stripping down with us for this interview to show us that you won’t embarrass us in front of our friends at the camp?”

Dolly nodded her head unable to form a proper response with her traitorous lips.

The wife, Agatha, shed her sweater, her blouse and even her bra twirling around in a circle to show off her completely nude upper body. The husband, Matt did the same thing only he bared his bottom half revealing an unapologetic stiffness that did more for Dolly’s sex education efforts than any number of books on the subject. The wife looked at him proudly and lifted his manhood with her dainty fingers for Dolly’s interested visual research.

Of course, when it came to the young babysitter’s turn at shedding attire, she did it a bit more shyly but with determination and soon stood in her birthday suit being admired from stem and stern by the pair of fascinated married people finishing up their own disrobing procedures.

The trio of adventurers looked in the full-length wall mirror overwhelmed with the audacity of it all and eventually they succumbed to the temptation of stroking and petting each other’s bodies with cautious enthusiasm. Dolly was not the least bit reluctant to submit to their explorations and she was just as eager to investigate Mister and Mrs. Brown’s nudity with her inquisitive virginal fingers. Soon Mister Brown was spurting with excess juices of the male variety in the grasp of both his panting wife and the shy but submissive overtures of the newly-hired babysitter.

When the husband insisted on actually placing his face right in the middle of her backside, Dolly was totally mortified. The younger wife seemed delighted with her husband’s decadent and aggressive attitude with regard to the babysitter’s bottom. She even encouraged him to show Dolly how nicely his tongue felt buried in her teenaged crack like some greedy snake with an urge to explore deeper. A rush of heat swept over Dolly and she started to shudder and quake like a girl possessed by Lucifer in the dead of night. The wife soothed her with words of comfort and she lulled into a semi-conscious state of pleasure slowly spiraling into a full-blown orgasm that filled the small room with the sound of her shameful joy.

After that fine beginning, Dolly let her new master bounce his long shaft on any part of her body that took his interest including her face and even right on her lips like a kiss of the most sordid category.

They all decided their excursion to the nudist campground would commence on the following morning and Dolly almost ran home to spread the news she would be gainfully employed by a rich couple for the next fourteen days and nights and that she would have a purse filled with coins upon her return.

She paused and considered running to the church and asking the priest for his opinion on actually cavorting in the altogether with a married couple. Her common sense dictated that she at least wait until after the assignment was completed because she was only speculating on the extent of her fall from grace under the control of the exciting couple. Besides, she knew her labors were needed for the care and tending of the small child and she felt an obligation to her charge in true babysitter’s pledge of responsible child tending.

Dolly tended to believe that at the end of her fourteen days in the nudist campgrounds, she would no longer be a virgin and in all honesty that was entirely agreeable with her and she welcomed the opportunity to grow-up into technical womanhood. She took her bathing costume with her only for her mother’s eyes so she would not be suspicious at her lack of an extensive wardrobe for the next two weeks.

The last thing she did before leaving was to fully shave her pubic regions in the hope she would look more like the modern Mrs. Brown with her hairless slit and sensuous crack emitting the most tempting scent of French perfume like a sirens call on a dark and stormy night. She knew the husband was already addicted to her bottom like some obsessed schoolboy with a fetish to taste her natural essence. That was all fine and good but a little extra wouldn’t hurt and she knew Mrs. Brown was just the person to give her the hints she needed to attract men to her honey.

Dolly was happy she had decided to be a babysitter and not a shop-girl trained to be submissive to male touch and prepared to please a customer whenever required. Her best friend Sally had gone that route and she complained incessantly about the times she had to bend over for the boss or his friends. Sometimes, it was only the belt, but on other occasions, it was taking what they wanted to give her regardless of her thoughts on the matter. Still, a job is a job and the luxury of making one’s own decision was not a way to stay gainfully employed on a permanent basis. Besides, such distasteful events usually were mollified by additional income and perks that young girls found most exciting.

Dolly couldn’t wait to see what the other campground residents looked like. She hoped some of the males were younger than her new master because she had a hidden desire to see if youth was correlated to satisfaction in coupling experiments. Her precocious sister had informed her that the more mature the male, the more skilled he would be in love-making and she would have her best orgasms from the older, married males. In a way, she was opposed to that thought and hoped some of the younger lads were equally as talented in matters of the heart.

She was so eager to begin that she skipped along the sidewalk all the way to the Brown’s house thinking about the future possibilities at the nudist campground.   

THE BABYSITTER AND THE NUDIST CAMPERS

CHAPTER 2

Dolly was so eager to be well received at the nudist campground that she kept her pubic hair in a constant state of fine grooming and she even had her heart-shaped bottom waxed and bleached to make her brown eye less dark and more of a tempting bottomless well of tight female passion.

Despite her frequent fantasies about being taken back there by a man of distinction, she feared the moment of entry when her delicate anus would be stretched and mauled by a hardened cock and she had to take a pounding that would rob her of her personal dignity and private nature. She preferred to think of being fucked with skilled desire flat on her back and with her legs wrapped around the shoulders of her resolute male fucker in a possessive display of submissive enticement.

She encouraged Mister Brown to continue his oral tasting of her flooded pussy and shove his hardness up her fully surrendered rear door like a young man with an obsession for screwing inexperienced girls from behind not caring which hole he used to show her who was boss. He was not as young as she would have liked but his enthusiasm was infectious and she quickly fell into a panting admission that she was willing to let him take her any way he wanted just a long as he mounted her swiftly and spurted his creamy seed sooner rather than later in one of her greedy openings.

She liked it when the Brown’s tag-teamed her at both ends and made her bounce and roll with their ministrations like a rag-doll trained to serve them like a toy with no choice.

Dolly had been taking short sessions under the sun-lamp in the tanning salon in order to have a protective coating of tan on her skin before the nudist camping expedition. Her bottom and her boobs showed no signs of a bathing costume and that was exactly how she wanted to appear to the residents of the nudist camp. In her estimation, they would be much more inclined to behave more friendly toward her if she showed no signs of non-nudist lifestyle like obvious panty or bra lines on her nicely tanned skin.

She walked around the sparkling pool filled with totally nude men and women and paused here and there to bend over and fix her flip flops. Her flip flops needed no fixing, but it was an ideal way to point her heart-shaped bottom in the direction of various residents to show them the perfection of her gaped crack and star and her hairless cunt ready for any contingency. The usually erection free male audience suddenly developed a remarkable awakening that brought smiles to the females in their general area.

Dolly had expected some sort of orgy activity but the residents were remarkably restrained and she was treated with the utmost respect as a first-time visitor.

A bit later, in the privacy of the huge clubhouse restrooms, Dolly was subjected to a fair degree of pinching and poking by the female residents with a liberal attitude toward the relationship of the sexes. In all honesty, she didn’t mind the gauntlet of curious fingers and generally ignored the inquisitive explorations of naked total strangers in areas she normally considered off limits to people she was not well acquainted with and had some sort of reciprocal arrangement.

The women were joking about silly things like the length of a certain resident’s dick or the best lubricant to use for anal sex like most feminine groups would discuss things like new recipes or some new invention to make house cleaning a bit easier.

A fairly attractive older woman asked her,

“Do you mind older gentlemen with wandering minds, dear?”

Dolly was startled by the question because it had never been posed to her before.

“I certainly have no objection providing he has no history of belligerent attitude and is willing to follow my orders without question.”

The still-attractive mature lady smiled and patted Dolly’s pleasingly plump and nicely curved thigh.

“My Donald doesn’t take an interest in anything any longer unless it has a ball and a bat or tosses a football in the air. All he does is watch sports, sports, sports. It’s a morning, noon and nighttime thing with him and I confess I have no interest in all in such things, unless the men are playing in the nude and are looking for a bit of fun.”

Dolly confessed she had a need to make some spending money and gave her going rate to the interested woman. Since it was quite reasonable, the woman made arrangements for her to come to their double-wide mobile home that evening for a three hour stint of minding her husband while she went to a neighbor’s home to play a nude game of bridge.

Young Dolly wondered what the rules were for naked bridge and how long the game would progress until one of the players decided it was time for another game far more personal and where there were no winners or losers, only satisfied participants.

Her new prospective employer told her that when they were playing poker, the lowest hand in any game had to go down on all fours and take it doggie style from all the other players. Of course, the wives all had their own personal strap-on devices and they used them on husbands and wives with equal authority. The men came naturally equipped for this sort of fun and games and had no need of the silly things. For those older gentlemen in need of some additional inspiration, sample packets of Viagra were in a bowl in each bathroom.

In a way, Dolly enjoyed toying with the idea of being the loser in one of those games and how it would feel to bear the brunt of three other players using her bottom for their personal satisfaction. She had to admit, it sounded like a delicious concept. The pretty young girl looked into the eyes of the other nude residents and contemplated what it would feel like to be at their mercy down on all fours and looking over her shoulder at their lusting, sex-hungry eyes. She was certain they would welcome her fresh young body into their midst and show her the extent of their multiplied lust.

In the last room on the right, she saw a circle of naked residents cheering on a pair of dark brown females about her same age wrestling in the old Greek style of nude contests much to the delight of the screaming mob surrounding them. Dolly thought it was all an act until she saw the one with the bushy jungle of black between her legs twist the other larger girl’s boobs with her punishing hands and make her beg for mercy in complete surrender.

She pushed closer and found that she was suddenly right at the center of the circle and that they were already taking bets on how long she would last against a scared-looking older woman wearing only thick black rimmed glasses and a pink fanny pack on a tight belt around her slender waist. Dolly surmised the woman was also a visitor that did not want to be separated from her valuables. It was odd, that she was so logical in that regard, but was willing to be pushed into the center of a wrestling ring completely naked. Also, that she was ready to do combat with a much younger and desperate looking opponent taken completely by surprise and eager to show her tough side in order to retain her personal dignity. I kneeled alongside her and when it came time to commence the bizarre show, I swept her feet out from under her and straddled her face with my shaven slit and made her lick me just to prove I would do much more to win this silly match.

 Some spectator took off the woman’s battered glasses and I saw she had the softest hazel eyes I had ever seen. That made me feel a little guilty, but I caught her arm and shoulder up in a full lock from the rear and made her double up in agony right underneath my punishing body. Strangely, I was fully into pounding and pressing her soft feminine flesh into a pretzel to satisfy my need to dominate and control another human being. Her soft buttocks were between my muscular legs and I reveled in the sight of her pleading eyes begging me for mercy. The others around us were screaming for me to dish out some more but I felt a flash of shame for my actions and simply kept her down on her back for the triple count that signaled her defeat.

After the match was over, I walked with my opponent out to the swimming pool and we both jumped in to wash off the sweat and grime from the contest. Now that we were relaxed, I saw that she was much more attractive than I first thought when I first saw her. I think it was the fact she was wearing those horrible black rimmed glasses and she was so frightened that she had that look of a victim that makes anyone an object to be pitied.

Now, I bobbed up and down right next to her, almost in her arms, and we could look into each other’s arms like a pair of closely connected lovers ready to take it to the next level. I remember she told me her name was Pamela Griffin; but that I should call her simply Pam because that was what she was used to hearing. She giggled when I told her my name was Dolly and that I was a babysitter for anyone willing to pay my going rate. We were at the edge of the blue tinted tiles and she turned into my arms like she was playing a game and I had her soft buttocks and long slender legs between mine like they belonged there as a matter of course.

She took my hand and led me to a room on the second floor looking right down into the cool waters of the pool sparkling in the moonlight. The entire area was dimly lit with only the imitation South Sea Island torches that make it all look a bit exciting and exotic. The room was a disaster and Pam told me that three of them were bedded down there to save money and to pool resources. I wondered where the other two were and was surprised when she pulled my head down to her mouth and whispered,

“It’s all right, they are real close, if you know what I mean.”

I didn’t need a map to figure that out and thought it was a better situation than risking strange men wandering into the room all night and disturbing one’s sleep with a case of mistaken identity. There were so many naked people wandering about that I saw no sense in questioning where they were because it really didn’t matter at that moment in time.

The room was a two bedroom suite and we were in a circular bed with a mirror in the ceiling above the bed. I insisted on being on the bottom because I wanted to look up and see Pam’s beautiful backside humped up in the air right on top of me with my knees wrapped around her waist like her girlfriend wishing she had a cock. In fact, I liked Pam fairly well and the problem of her not having a cock could be pushed aside with a little bit of improvising and trying to imagine her as a spirited young lad with a need to pound me into submission.

It worked for me and I thought it did for Pam as well because she had no less than two orgasms before I took my position on top of her and showed her that her cunt could take my phony ten inch cock all the way up without breaking a sweat at all.

The other pair of room-mates came in right after her second orgasm and the timing couldn’t have been any better. Surprisingly, they had a much older gentleman in tow and he looked like he had been helping himself to the free Viagra in the bathroom. They crawled right in next to us. Pam and I were still wrapped together like Siamese twins with our arms and legs indistinguishable from each other in the dimly lit room. The girls were at each end of their male guest and both of their asses looked delicious in the mirror above my head. One of them had her thighs wrapped around his grey bearded face and the other naked girl was perched right on top of his buried cock presumably deep inside squirting quim that wetted all the sheets with a spray of female juices. The older man seemed lost in the pleasure of taking on two young girls at the same time and his rampant cock was much larger that I had expected in one of his age.

He spanked the one on his face and she immediately got down on all fours like they had practiced it before for some display of complete depravity. He disengaged from the already satisfied other girl and swung in behind the face-sitting girl with his huge tool and rammed it without pause straight up her rear door opening that appeared ready for the indignity.

It was amusing to the rest of us to see that pretty girl getting ass fucked by an expert because she attempted to escape his huge tool to no avail no matter how hard she squirmed and begged for momentary respite. In fact, to the contrary, the old fellow started to spank her nicely curved cheeks with a hard hand and the sound of a serious spanking filled the tense atmosphere in the double suite.

It was the first time I had ever been five in a bed with so many horny people and I was certain the old fellow would do me just as hard as soon as it was my turn.

THE BABYSITTER AND THE NUDIST CAMPERS

CHAPTER 3

My two weeks at the nudist camp with my nude couple that had hired me as their babysitter were fast coming to an end.

It had been an enjoyable two weeks with lots of completely naked fun and games usually involving more than two people. I noticed that the nude female campers were equally as interested in my teenage figure and I certainly never once refused an offer of a nice lick of my feminine slit or even a demanding tongue deep inside my ass crack looking for a taste of teenage honey.

I had discovered that the older gentlemen with physical limitations often compensated for it with their love-making ways and I had many a beautiful orgasm without benefit of a hard cock to press their point on my completely nude body stretched out for their pleasure.

It was without a doubt much better than working in a dreary mall listening to all the complaints from bored housewives that hadn’t gotten any for a long, long time.

I loved the television room best of all because the middle-aged and older men would constantly pull me down on their hard cocks right in front of their wives or female partners and introduce me to the sport of lap dancing completely nude and with a hard cock either in my pussy or up my constantly pestered brown eye that was not used to so much attention.

It was sweet just bouncing up and down like I was on a human see-saw and getting all wet and wild up deep inside like I had done with the football team after they won a big game.

Sometimes, the women would get a little frisky and they would give me their hot kisses in places I loved to be kissed just as long and as deep as they wanted in a way that almost always led me into a glorious explosion of liquid release I seldom experienced with a regular date or some hunky older man that wanted to show me his best moves.

I was partnered with a widower called Bill something in a four hand game of bridge along with my employers, Mister and Mrs. Brown.

Agatha and Matt were a little on the “outs” because Agatha had caught Matt screwing the camp director’s daughter right on top of their king-sized bed in the unit where I had a separate room right next to the little baby daughter that was really no trouble because she slept quietly all through the night without any problem. I suspected that Agatha even woke the little baby up from time to time just to make certain I wouldn’t get too lazy sitting on my ass and looking for carnal trouble. I knew she wasn’t jealous of me and her husband because she was the one that usually had me bend over or lift my ankles up on his shoulders when she wanted to see him fucking a teenage girl. Sometimes she would lick me or kiss me at the same time so I was certain she was conflicted in her sexual preferences and I suspected she liked me better than her husband on top of her when she just had to have it hard and heavy. She had purchased a ten inch black strap-on for me to wear on such occasions and I have to admit with the other end of the thing inside of me it was just like screwing and getting screwed at the exact same time.

She even made me wear it and shove it up Matt’s perfect ass one time when he was ass-fucking her doggy style with me up on top buried to the hilt in his soft sweet cheeks. I knew he liked taking it like that because of the way he moaned and looked at me with this strange submissive look in eyes that frightened me a little bit.

I found that his look of submission was my first inkling of the power I held in between my legs and even in the sensual application of my pointed wet tongue in a female vagina or tight clenched pucker as well as a male’s heated shaft or his sensitive hindquarters raised for my ministrations. I fear it was somewhat tempting to exercise my newfound power in ways that were both shallow and devious as I worked my way through the entire camp of horny men and equally needy women desperate for the touch, taste and sight of a youthful willing female body ready for the depths of depravity.

One over the hill couple of out of shape seniors had their grandchildren testing the waters of the nudist experience whilst in their graduating year from high school. They were fraternal twins called Patrick and Patricia and had just celebrated their eighteenth birthday.

Since Patrick sported the same hair style of his sister Patricia, they both looked alike from the rear just like two peas in a pod. I liked to play with them in the hot tub because they both were entirely uninhibited in the totally nude atmosphere. Sometimes I would sit between them and they would kiss each other across my hardened nipples with me wiggling my finger in both their teenage asses. I have to admit it was a huge turn on for me and I would often come to a climax just feeling them up or kissing or licking their private parts.

Of course, the two young twins were in constant demand with the older crowd and they had managed to raise a lot of spending money for their first year in college. I was a bit envious of them for both being financially able to attend a university of higher learning and having the opportunity to partake in all of the fun and games of a college life with hordes of nubile females and horny young lads with only one thing on their dirty minds – and I can assure you it was not academic studies.

Their grandparents were heavy drinkers, but they were lots of fun because they doted on the grandchildren and spoiled them at every turn. The nana was called Rhonda and her hair was still naturally red despite her just turning seventy. The sight of that shocking red hair on such a mature woman was exciting and I welcomed her heated visits to my neatly trimmed snatch when she was in her cups and looking to please me with her oral skills. She was truly “old school” and loved to be spanked in front of an audience watching her shameful humiliation right out in the open. Her husband Claude was half French and most of the older females in the nudist camp were attracted to his oversized male equipment that seemed to glow with the vitality of a much younger man.

I had made the mistake of falling asleep in their back bedroom one late afternoon and woke up to his cock buried in my ass with the skill of a devoted ass-fucker. It was far too late to object and in all honesty, I would not be tempted to do so under any circumstance because the granddaughter Patricia had described to me in glorious detail the way that Claude could make a woman melt like butter with his huge dick in either their pussy or their bum.

On the night before the end of the two week vacation at the nudist camp, they had a camp-wide dance and public spanking exhibition right up on the stage where everyone could see some naughty female get her just dues for either teasing or tempting some poor soul with indecent intentions.

I was tapped on my shoulder by Patrick and I knew he wanted to spank me badly from the way he constantly patted my ass a little too hard from time to time and the way he licked my crack with his hot little tongue.

There had to be at least a hundred people watching us as he spread me open across his knees and I knew that for the next fifteen minutes he would make me suffer for all the times I had bent over in front of him and allowed his hard dick to wander across my ass cheeks like a hot poker searching for that perfect fire to stir with enthusiastic vigor.

I could hear them laughing as he even spread open my cheeks to show off my pucker to the audience and their sighs of sexual anticipation as he pressed his naughty thumb into my defenseless rear door.

Once he started on the serious spanking, I lost all thought and ability to control my sexual impulses and started to spurt my female juices in a shameful display of moral abandonment that exposed the depths of my guilty fall from grace.

My ass cheeks were as cherry red as a ribbon on a Christmas tree when he tired and he slowly rubbed my cheeks and showed the audience that my pucker was blinking in agitation and obvious indignation at my humiliating treatment in front of witnesses.

The grandfather Claude came up on the stage behind me and shoved his huge business up my bum without a single word of warning. I was so embarrassed in front of all those people that I started to sob with deep emotion at my total and upsetting disgrace. 

Unfortunately, that was not the end of my suffering because the horny male started to line up behind Claude hoping to dip their wicks in my pussy goo just to feel my tight feminine folds surrounding their naughty cocks with my teenage wetness.

I lost all sense of how many man were in that line-up but it would be an understatement to say we were certainly the center of attraction for the better part of a full hour.

I remember looking down at the floor and seeing a deep puddle of cum sitting obscenely right between my ankles. My nipples were burning with desire and I found that most disgraceful of all because it showed that I was loving every minute of it and that my whimpers and tears were a mere pretense to bolster the claim that I was more the victim than the instigator of this tableau.

That night, the pool lifeguard George became my asshole buddy with his weight-lifting muscular torso and his divine Greek God oversized tool. Patricia and Patrick joined us along with Agatha and Matt. The six of us cavorted on the king-sized bed like a bunch of wild teenagers with nothing to hide.

 I have to admit that George was superb stuffing my anal cavity with the enthusiastic Patrick pounding my pussy. Rounding out that picture was the happily smiling Matt face fucking my with the familiarity of a nasty older brother getting fully drained before dropping off to a sound sleep in his little sister’s bed. Patrick’s naked buttocks were being licked quite vigorously by his twin sister Patricia and Matt had his frenzied spouse Agatha’s face buried in his flanks like she was searching for the answer to the meaning of life.

It was difficult to keep track of who came first or how many times we all achieved an orgasm, but rest assured that the switching combinations were most inspiring as the long night slowly turned into day and the sun made its appearance in the assigned spot from over the horizon casting shimmering rays onto the crawling ships following the channel out to sea like horny sex addicts lined up for their turn at the elusive golden ring.