WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

UNDERCOVER (in which the  inexperienced probationary-policewomen,  Beth and 
            Gina, were ordered out into the cold, cruel world undercover to 
            gather criminal intelligence)

by Ozman (c) 2000.

  I was summoned up to Superintendent Ploncke's office where I found my pal
Gina waiting outside the door.  She and I had become friendly at the police 
academy, but not really very 'best' friends, having both graduated somewhat 
closer to the bottom of our class than the top. 

  "What's going on?" I asked Gina.
 
  "Don't know. My Sarge sent my up here to see the Super."

  "Constable Fodero,  is Constable Quimby there yet,"  our superior officer 
called through the closed door of her office.

  "Yes Ma'am."

  "Come in then."

  She was a formidible woman of many years' experience in the Service; with 
a reputation for being absolutely straight,  having strong moral values and 
demanding similar attributes from subordinates.

  "Luigina and Elizabeth,"  she pointed to each in turn,  correctly putting 
our names to our faces.

  "Yes Ma'am," we answered.

  "Okay, well I've got a job for you both,  together as a team I mean," she 
explained,  before briefing us in detail as to what the task entailed. "You 
will use your initiative in solving any problems which might arise, without 
reference to me or any other member of the service."
  
  In general terms we were to go to a coastal resort town during the summer 
vacation and mix with the students to discover  what occurred by way of any
illegal behavior.  We were to report only to  her on an 'as required' basis 
and were not to identify ourselves as police unless it was unavoidable.  We 
must become part of the scene there and must not hang back at the periphery 
of the crowd where one is actually more visible, she told us with the clear
certainty of long experience.

  The possibility of us getting into any trouble due to moral turpitude was 
pretty well nil as my upbringing was strict enough, but Luigina's must have 
been even harder in a Catholic,  Italian family.  This relaxed me, although 
I began to wonder  when we went to spend the clothing allowance provided by 
the Super.  Gina bought us all manner of light, casual gear which I'd never 
have chosen to wear due to modesty, but in the context of our task, she was 
probably quite right. Of course we couldn't take anything with our names on 
them like most of mine did so we finished up with bags of garments and left 
the op-shop man with a big smile on his face.

  We set off for the coast on a lovely, sunny morning that promised a great 
day for those of us who enjoyed the beach. Looking back now makes me wonder 
if I'd have gone off down there with Gina if I'd been  aware of what was in 
store for me.  Probably not,  although things turned out well enough for us 
both and we became a little more worldly because of our experiences.

  We caught the train to the edge of suburbia and by 9 am were hitch-hiking 
on the highway running north. A few minutes behind us we saw a teenage girl 
following along with her arm held out to signify that she sought a lift too. 
Barely twenty-odd metres before reaching us, a motorcyclist stopped to pick 
her up and she smiled happily on passing us. A bit later another two walked 
past us and obtained a lift only a hundred metres further down and so after  
another half-hour, decided that we must have had an image problem and found 
a little privacy in the roadside foliage to change. The successful hitchers 
wore only brief shorts or skirts and tops, so we removed our jeans and work
shirts and into something more revealing.  I'd never been in a public place 
without a brassiere before and was feeling  quite self-conscious in a short 
elastic-waisted skirt and halter top of light cotton. 

  Ironically,  we quickly found a lift with a very aged couple on their way 
back to their farm and it was reassuring to find that  they thought we were
schoolgirls on vacation,  asking about our school and the kind of career we 
aspired to.  A few kilometres before they dropped us off Gina indicated the 
side of the road where I saw the motorcycle,  but no evidence of either the 
rider or the hitch-hiker he picked up.

  We hitched for another fifteen minutes before an antique, former railways 
coach shuddered to a halt ahead of us. The forward section had seven paired 
seats and the rear half was a freight van which had later been converted to 
a camper with surfboards in racks on the roof.  

  "Where're you going?" asked a teenage chick whom I immediately recognized 
as one of the hitchers I'd seen earlier and was now bare-breasted.

  Gina answered for us both. 

  "D'you play? Only players allowed on this bus," she giggled while a hairy 
male hand slid up her young body to squeeze one tanned boob.

  It occurred to me that we might just pick up some very useful information 
in that particular situation and perhaps even a social entree to the larger 
social group. Besides, there was safety in numbers here and the highway was 
pretty quiet that day.

  "A ride for a ride, so to speak?" asked Gina, her hands on hips and I was 
unsure as to her meaning then.

  "Right on," laughed the girl, "work your passage, as they say."

  Gina obviously had a better grasp of their vernacular than I, so when she 
gave me an enquiring look to ascertain my thoughts, I merely gave a sort of 
'why-not' shrug and she grinned wryly.  Call me slow, but  it was only then 
that the penny dropped.  I was seriously glad that Ma'am Super wasn't there 
to see what we'd agreed to and hoped sincerely that she never found out how 
low we'd go for a quiet life.

  "Okay,"  we chorused in a display of bravado that belied the gut-knotting 
ache of trepidation in my stomach. I would, I decided, be like those ladies 
of history who lay back quietly and thought of England as their fair bodies 
were ravished by hordes of evil foreigners. If worst came to worst, a quick 
poke in the course of my duty would hardly ruin my life, would it? The wide
pneumatic doors in the middle of the vehicle hissed open on to the darkened 
interior and our nostrils  were assailed by the fragrance of canabis smoke, 
mingled with warm bodies and beer. 

  "Thank God! Reinforcements," I heard the semi-hysterical girl gasp in the 
gloom.

  "You're gorgeous," murmured a manly voice as an uninvited hand slid up my 
soft inner thigh to cover and press my moist crotch.

  I was just about to remonstrate with him when I remembered the fare price 
I'd agreed to pay. As I found a place to stow my bag and back-pack my skirt 
and pants were dragged downward to my ankles and strong arms pulled me down 
to sit on something soft where my top was quickly unfastened and pulled off 
from my naked figure.

  "Nice boobs too," he approved as his stubbly mouth found a swollen nipple 
and thrilled me by gently biting and sucking the shiny pink knob. 

  Rather than be seen as being in any way reluctant, my training telling me 
that it usually leads to violence, I kicked off my leather sandals and lacy
knickers in readiness for the imminent assault upon my poor quim. I reached 
over to feel  what was going to be used on me and found it to be both stiff 
and still rather sticky from being in another chick's vagina.
 
 "Oooooh," he growled at my touch. "A sex kitten, can't wait for it eh."

  I simply grinned inanely so not to spoil the impression and, as he seemed 
to be in no hurry to abandon his attentions to my tits, I took a quick look 
about as my eyes adjusted to the light. My heart seemed to stop momentarily 
as I realized that our fares for the trip would be a lot higher than either 
of us had anticipated: there were at least a dozen young blokes in the rear 
compartment and three more in the front!

  For a moment I considered  reneging on my agreement on the grounds of not 
being told of the full requirement, however I chose to stay for two reasons; 
Gina was all ready giving us credibility with the group and an agile finger 
was alternatively titillating my hard clitoris and sliding in and out of my 
increasingly cock-hungry pussy. In that Gina had made such an effort to get 
us accepted I thought I should at least do a bit to ensure that her efforts 
weren't wasted.

  The tall blonde who'd earlier received a lift from the biker and a petite 
brunette from the other pair of hitchhikers we'd seen, lay at the centre of 
two foursomes of erect cocks variously within their twats, mouths and hands 
for stimulation. Two of these guys left the chicks to move towards Gina and 
I; she obligingly lifting herself into the doggy-fucking position to orally 
accommodate the proffered penis. 

  "Are you going to hog all the talent Mitch?" asked the newcomer.

  "No mate," grinned my original fondler. "You go for it Neddy."

  "Okay?" Ned asked of me and I nodded my agreement.

  My trembling body was arranged as the filling in a human sandwich when we 
lay on our sides, Mitch facing me and Neddy behind. Ned's hard tool pressed 
into the cleft of my buttocks and so I lifted my upper leg back over his to 
grasp it to moisten his knob in my welling slit before he pushed its entire 
length easily into my vagina, surprising me a lot after the trouble I'd had 
in accommodating my erstwhile boyfriend in the past. My usual dry tightness 
was gone and he really felt so nice in there.

  My usual ability to remain detatched deserted me when my senses were just
overwhelmed with pleasure as Neddy's sliding prick stretched my love-sheath 
and his practiced finger diddled my tingling clitoris while Mitch continued 
to fondle my boobs and kiss my mouth so deeply. I held his penis tightly as 
I returned his kisses and all restraint left my deliriously straining body. 
No previous experience could have prepared me for the sexual wallow I found 
myself in and I felt  more than a little pride at having coped successfully
with the unforseen requirement to put out for so many males in such a short 
time. Initially, I'd experienced acute embarrassment at being promiscuously 
intimate, but the prospect of a gang-bang seemed so much less appalling now 
that I was in the situation.

  The electric tingle of climax was growing deep  within my loins and Neddy 
was thrusting violently in an ever increasing tempo, his hot gasping breath 
accompanied by throaty sounds of passion as orgasm was imminent.
  
"Oooooh Jee-sus!" he groaned as he rammed his cock deep inside my belly and 
gushed warmly into my womb.

  His squirting semen set off my own spasms of ecstacy and our rigid bodies 
convulsed repeatedly with the release of sexual climax.  I'd have liked him 
to stay inside me a little longer,  but he withdrew in his semi-erect state 
and rolled away from me.

  I wasn't lonely for very long as Mitch had his postponed needs to fulfil. 
He lifted his hips to pull my lower thigh under him and the other above his 
waist before I put the eye of his knob to my wet slit and he too penetrated 
me to the hilt with a single effortless thrust.  Of course, that set off my 
blissful spasms again and we were obliged to take time out for my senses to 
settle once more.

  He was surprisingly gentle and we thrust together without haste with long, 
langourous movements, continuing to kiss each other with our deeply probing 
tongues and lips soft and slack from earlier exertions, while he pinched my 
swollen nipples  which had become incredibly sensitive and thrilled me with 
his ministrations.

  Slowly the sexual tension grew and I felt the stirring  of another orgasm
deep inside my lower body.  It grew gradually, lethargically and I was able 
to maintain my hip thrusting and rotating until I felt him suddenly stiffen 
and shudder warmly within my encircling limbs. He stayed inside me until we 
had cooled down,  undulating his bottom for us to derive every scintilla of 
sensation from our coupling.

  Fortunately, it seemed that there were no more erections to deal with and 
the blokes had modestly replaced their shorts to go forward for drinks. The 
last four were shagging away at the other chicks and I noticed that the guy 
with Gina's long athletic legs around his waist was neither of her previous 
partners. Had I not known better I might have been excused for thinking she 
was enjoying herself, rather than just a good actress.

  I mopped my sopping pussy on one corner of the large beach towel I'd been 
lying on,  then dressed again as the vehicle came to a halt on the shoulder 
of the highway.  As I stepped down with them I counted nine guys, with four 
still aboard, so with another five or six hours of traveling still ahead of 
us the mathematics didn't bear thinking about.

  Having relieved my bladder in the bushes, I returned for a bottle of soft 
drink as one doesn't imbibe on duty. I was pleased to note that our driver,
Denny,  sipped at a non-alcoholic beverage and that he eschewed a puff on a 
large, hand-rolled herbal cigarette.

  A minibus roared past in a cloud of black smoke and lettering proclaiming 
it to be the property of bible study fellowship from a suburban evangelical 
church. 

  "Me thinks yon Jesus bus shall soon have the pork sword,"  Denny observed 
sardonically.

  "A couple of K at best," his mate Baz agreed with a nod.

  We found the smaller vehicle no more than a kilometre up the highway with 
a dozen pallid people standing around the still-smoking cadaver. Tow chains 
were produced and the wreckage moved to the next truck stop bay on the road 
where Denny explained that he couldn't pull it any further along because it 
was locked in gear and would endanger his vehicle.

  There was then a conference when I had to take myself out of sight around 
the old coach when Denny told the man in charge of the church group that we 
were all actually members of the St Vitus Social Justice Research Committee 
and we would be only too pleased to assist these fellow believers. We would 
deliver his charges to the youth camp where they were heading, keeping them 
safe and sound. The poor fellow was just too distressed to listen properly, 
but agreed  with his spouse that it might be best to send the 'children' on 
ahead with these nice young folks while we wait for the tow truck.

  The children seemed to be in their later teens and several of their males 
were showing more than a passing interest in the chicks from our group. The 
two girls appeared to be much more than a trifle embarrassed over the whole 
matter, looking as if they hoped that the ground might very soon open up to 
swallow them, although I did notice the furtive glance at the bulging front 
of Baz's board shorts where he'd apparently hidden a large cucumber.   

  Back on the road once again, I quickly found myself naked and supine with 
a young bloke between my widely spread thighs and his penis lustily sliding 
in and out of my soft and easy twat.  He found relief fast and didn't cause 
me to come so I lay back shamelessly fingering my red and puffy snatch as I 
awaited the next cock.

  Jock was the epitome of the saying about size being no big deal, it's how 
you use it. He was baby-faced with a barely eleven centimetre prick, but he 
certainly left me knowing that I'd been shagged, entering me without use of 
his hands at all and thrusting his hips to mine in an almost random fashion. 
As I wasn't able to anticipate how each thrust would enter my pussy, he was 
generally forcing his tool into me when I was trying to contract. Initially 
it was pretty disconcerting, but as it became something of a contest when I 
let each stroke surprise and thrill me. It drove me wild with pleasure as I 
just let go and allowed matters to run. 

  My cry of joy at coming so unexpectedly was heard by all those aboard and 
when he came there was barely a flush of semen inside me, his previous bout, 
with Gina, having drained his balls, but I felt satisfied with our coupling. 
I clung tightly to his plumpish  form and feverishly kissed his boyish face 
as our sweaty bodies jerked again and again in ecstacy.

  "Alright, huh?" he grinned at last.

  "Mmmmmmm," I concurred. 

  "We must get together again sometime soon."

  I nodded with a warm grin. We weren't going to get too far past inanities 
in that situation.

  On making myself decent again, I emerged again into the passenger section 
as Gina and the tall blonde, Dani, went back to attend to some more willing 
penises. Their speed of recovery came as something of a surprise to me, but 
by then it was much less of a  problem as I was then 'in role' as seriously 
promiscuous, hitch-hiking surfer-chick. The fact that we had fitted in well
without too many questions being asked indicated that our cover was perfect. 
Hopefully we wouldn't see too many of our new 'pals' when all this was over 
and we returned to our normal lives.

  I got a light beer from the icebox and sat with Erin of petite figure and 
short, black hair who was chatting with Jane and Emma from the church group 
who,  from the bright flush in their cheeks, I gathered had become aware of 
the nature of my recent activities in the rear compartment.

  "Do you do this all the time too?"  Emma asked in an embarrassed whisper. 
"Like Erin, I mean?"

  "Not really,"  I chuckled, ruefully wishing I had bitten my tongue before 
I'd spoken. "I've only had one-on-one rides before."

  I blushed and hoped the lie covered my error.

  "You must enjoy it then?" 

  "Well it's very cheap travel and more fun than staring at endless scenery 
for hours and hours."

  Both chicks blushed again as they visualized being in a similar situation 
themselves and I knew how  they felt as virginal ingenues in a world they'd 
never experienced, nor were likely to.

  Jade, who'd been 'entertaining' the guys with me, came in to perch on the 
edge of our seat. 

  "Some of the boys from the bible-bashing team want to try a bit of rumpy-
pumpy," she sighed theatrically.  "I said I'd ask how you people felt about 
it. Your friend Gina's made a start, in fact.  The other guys don't mind as 
long as they get priority, so it's up to us."

  "What do you reckon, Jade?" Erin asked with a knowing smile. "You want to 
try for my record?"

  "No-o!" Jade cried  adamantly.

  Erin raised an inquisitorial eyebrow.

  "Okay," Jade admitted, "it did cross my mind."

  The two girls looked enquiringly at Erin.

  "She's the absolute slut," grinned Jade, nodding towards Erin. "She's got
the record for the number of different pricks she's had in one trip down to 
the coast. A football team, if you can imagine it. Twenty-three guys!"

  "And you want to be a bigger slut," chuckled Erin. "Don't you Jadie dear."

  Jade smiled self-consciously. "I'd just like to beat you for once. You're 
always doing stuff first." 

  "How about helping out?"  Erin asked Jane and Emma. "Then you'll know all 
about it; good or bad." 

  They turned crimson as they shook their heads firmly at Erin's teasing.

  The three of us went back and disrobed, followed a moment later by a trio 
of the younger lads who diffidently got their gear off while we lay back in 
readiness for sex.  My partner trembled violently when I drew him down into 
the valley of my limbs and tenderly kissed wetly around his mouth. Grasping 
his rigid prick I pushed it down between our bodies to my furry vulva, then
moistened his knob in my dewy slit and felt him stiffen and groan while his 
warm semen squirted all over the entrance to my sheath.

  "Ooh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he mumbled in his embarrassment.

  "Don't worry, it happens to everyone at sometime, truly," I consoled him. 
"You'll last a lot longer next time.  Have a rest and try again when you're 
ready."

  Fortunately Baz was standing by and treated me to a hot, rollicking nooky 
that left me limp, lying back in the afterglow as two other youths had what 
seemed to be their first sexual experience as an ongoing orgasm shook me as 
they banged away inexpertly at my spasm-racked pussy. I rested where I lay, 
feeling pleasantly lethargic and fulfilled rather than abused, then quickly 
dressed again when I felt the coach turn off the blacktop and on to a rough 
road.

  We'd stopped at a picnic area in a small radiata pine forest by a storage 
dam for firefighting water where a gas barbeque was set up and, after money 
was collected, the church people were invited to partake of food and drink. 
Apparently we five, sexually willing females had earlier paid for ours with 
our favours. Erin, Jade and Dani had stripped off to swim in the nuddy and, 
as it looked so inviting, Gina and I joined them with several men from both 
groups. In no time at all the other chicks were flat on their backs getting 
laid again while I evaded the pricks to get the sunblock cream for my white 
parts from the bus.

  Several other vehicles came along the access track, then quickly departed 
on seeing mass nudity and sexual activity. However one did remain, the four 
occupants surveying the scene about them until the men got out to walk down 
to the pool, stripped off and leapt naked into the cold water.  Their wives 
followed along a little later, sitting in the shade to observe proceedings. 
Eventually that reluctant pair were persuaded to undress down to briefs and 
join their spouses in the water, swimming across the pool to sun themselves 
on an expanse of smooth granite. 

  The men had obviously been aroused by all the sexual activity and quickly 
stripped off their ladies' briefs to engage in sex that didn't appear, from 
the struggles of the women, to be entirely consensual.  

  Two female cyclists swept down the road to stop abruptly by the dam where 
they took off their helmets to view the debauched scene by the water. 

  I stepped up into the coach as Jane and Emma disembarked after having got 
out of their frocks and  pantyhose and into light tennis dresses.  Not only 
had they discarded their tights, but,  as evidenced by some fairly dramatic 
wobbling beneath both bodices, their brassieres too. 

  One of the cyclists, a tallish, redheaded woman, had pulled off her lycra 
speed-top to display a fully tanned torso and,  when she'd tested the water 
temperature with a bare foot,  slipped out of her bike-shorts to reveal her 
matching nether regions. She had the most fabulous golden hued tan all over 
as she stepped lithely down to the water and dived in before her much paler 
girlfriend disrobed and followed her in.

  When I looked across the lake again I noted that things had progressed to 
both women then providing oral sex to each-others' husband,  then pause for 
discussion before one lady threw her leg across her friend's spouse to take 
his cock within her pussy. The other followed her lead and they all shagged 
furiously in what appeared to be their first swinging experience; making me 
feel a little better about how easily I seemed to find the accommodation of 
multiple partners.

  After swimming the two cyclistes approached the group around the barbeque, 
the redhead introducing herself as Bev and her friend as Cathy,  both quite 
unfazed at the stares attracted by their hard, athletic figures; apparently 
accustomed to public nudity.

 "Quite an orgy you've got going,"  laughed Bev when the introductions were 
concluded and she looked over at Emma who was sipping a soda. "A Fanta! I'd 
kill for a Fanta!" 

  "But would you screw for one," grinned Baz, holding out a cold can of the 
drink to her.

  She didn't take the can immediately, but pulled out the waist band of his 
shorts and looked down.

  "Well I reckon there may be the first half of a fuck there," chuckled Bev. 
"Who's got the rest?" 

  She peered down into several more guys' shorts with similarly disparaging 
comments before taking her can.

  Cathy took her cue from Bev to check a few more, plunging her hands right
down into their shorts and rummaging through the appendages.

  "Ooh look Bev, this one's all soft and squishy. No good. Who's got a nice 
hard stiffy?"

  Shorts were shuffled down before they were presented with several sets of 
fully erect wedding-tackle of which both chicks made a great deal, touching 
and minutely inspecting the cocks before taking Baz and Boof away to spread 
their towels and legs on the grassy bank.

  I'd noticed that both of them wore engagement and wedding rings and Cathy 
had a multi-colour, rose tattoo on her lower belly. They also wore multiple 
ear-rings and studs and I found the flat-topped, gold ornaments through the 
upper edges of their navels to be disturbingly erotic.

  Emma and Jane were standing apart from the lunching group around me and I 
thought that they probably felt more than a little disconcerted at what was 
going on around them, so I was surprised at seeing Emma and Jock making doe-
eyes at each-other. She smiled coyly before dropping her eyes to his small, 
stiff prick and her hands to the hem  of her skirt which she lifted to show 
him that no briefs covered the bushy, black curls between her solid thighs, 
before their eyes met again. He took her hand to lead her down to where the 
others were performing the horizontal tango and the manner in which she got 
rid of her dress and welcomed him aboard suggested that she wasn't entirely 
inexperienced in sexual activities.

  The two couples from across the lake had returned to their car and set up 
lunch on picnic table to observe proceedings.

  Others had  relieved Red and Baz of catering duties and they were free to 
indulge their pricks once more and, possessing the only unoccupied pussy, I
became the object of their sexual lust.  As I lay on my towel beside Emma's 
writhing body I heard her use of words of encouragement that she definitely  
hadn't learnt in church, confirming my thoughts as to her state of chastity.

  It felt somewhat odd to have Baz lying so close and watching as Red and I 
arranged ourselves for our coulping,  so I shut my eyes as I spread my legs 
and took his hard prick in hand,  moistening the tip in my dewy slit before 
sliding the swollen globe into my dilated passion-portal.  He pushed easily 
in to the hilt, paused for a moment, then commenced to thrust with a manful 
rhythm at my unctuous pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grasped 
his pumping buttocks to make him shove his loins harder to mine in 
belly-thumping, delightfully sweaty passion.

  "Oooh yes! Ye-ess! Bang me hard Red," I gasped hotly into his ear.

  During my very limited love life I'd suppressed a desire to be vociferous 
during sex, it seemed unladylike I suppose, but the carnal chorus around me 
prompted me to join in and vocalize  my pleasure as I wasn't likely to ever 
find myself again in a position where it didn't much matter what my partner 
thought about what I said and did in the heat of the sex act. Red seemed to 
regard my urging as some  kind of a challenge and tried to set records with 
the speed and violence of his thrusting hips,  rising to his knees, lifting 
my legs under his armpits to grip my hips and fervidly ram at my eager cunt. 

  I wasn't able to contribute much in that position and quickly felt myself 
slide over the edge into the misty, enfolding bliss of orgasm. Although I'd 
have preferred Red to have come about then too I kept the thought to myself 
as he continued his lusty thrusts and,  when he eventually found release, I 
was in a quivering, gelatinous state from continuous climax.


  By the time I'd floated back to reality I grew aware that sexual congress 
continued around me.  Emma's valiantly stretching snatch was then receiving 
attention from Toby's ample cock and Baz and his partner screwed loudly and 
enthusiastically on my other side. I wasn't able to see her face, but a big 
unusual gold bracelet and solid figure identified Jane as the girl writhing 
happily under his big, hard body. The relish with which she cooed and moved 
so wantonly testified to to her having more than a passing familiarity with 
the complementary male part. It was also fairly obvious that the message on 
sex not being for teenagers was difficlt to get across even with the threat 
of hellfire. One taste of that apple and they're never the same again.

  I found it interesting  to surmise how I might of acted in Jane or Emma's 
positions of being under no pressure to exchange sex for transport and just 
engaging in promiscuous fucking for the fun of it. Could I have got excited 
enough at the sight of indiscriminate group  nooky that I'd need to join in 
too, or was it just a matter of their being companionable and doing in Rome 
what the Romans do? Would I have not wanted to be seen to be or to actually 
feel left out of what others were doing all around me? In the context of my 
task at hand I guessed that I probably  would have catered sexually to some 
blokes to establish the cover that we seemed to have done. My mind returned 
to my ability to enjoy something which had always seemed  utterly abhorrent 
to me and if my inhibitions had entirely evaporated because everybody there 
was similarly occupied. I really didn't know whether or not to be concerned 
about it as an indication of latentnymphomania or if I should treat it as a 
gift that just might enable me to see this thing through, whatever I may be 
confronted with in the course of my duties. 

  When Red rolled off me and got to his feet I espied a pair of the churchy 
boys looking hopefully in my direction. My inclination was to follow Red in 
for a swim, but relented on viewing their upcurved erections, smiled warmly 
and rubbed my palms invitingly over my parted inner thighs. One walked over 
to me and lay in my embrace as I slotted his stiff prick into my love pouch 
with alacrity.

  Fortunately he was quick about it and his clumsy thrusting kept me at the 
edge of orgasm until I came with him. He gallantly offered his hand to help 
me up as he rolled off me and rose to his feet,  continuing to hold my hand 
as we strolled to the water's edge. His pal, I noticed, had replaced Baz in 
Jane's willing love tunnel.
 
  I swam the fifty-odd metres across the little lake and lay on the marbled
stone to warm  my body in the sun and await Gina's arrival for some private 
comparison of noted.  However, it was Erin and Emma who swam over behind me 
to talk about their day so far.

  "You've played 'hide-the-sausage' before, Emma," accused Erin, but with a 
smile on her face, "and here's me thinking you're still a cherry."

  "I lost it four years ago, actually," blushed Emma, "but I've really only 
had four more since then."

  "Guys or fucks?"
 
  "Sex."
  
  "Jeez, that's long before I did,"  said a surprised Erin, "and I was only 
fifteen too. How old were you?"

  "Eleven," breathed Emma. (See story, "Emma") 

  "Christ!" swore Erin. "I s'pose you'll to tell us it was your old-man?"

  "No!" cried Emma. "It was my  best friend's big brother. She told me he'd 
been feeling her up and penetrated her with a finger; she knew he wanted to 
do it to her and was going to let him, but wanted me to be there to stop it
if she wanted to call a halt. I didn't stop anything and she got done, then 
me, but it didn't hurt me at all."

  "We'll,"  breathed Erin,  "you'll at least quadruple your agregate today, 
if you try hard."

  "Yeah,"  she giggled hesitantly, "can't let you chicks do all the work on 
my behalf."

  "Such a sacrifice for a nice girl to endure," mocked Erin. "All those big
nasty dicks waiting to plow your furrow; enough to make a body feel faint."

  "Mmmm," Emma blushed, unconsciously pressing her small hand to her crotch. 
"Dreadful thought, all that sex and stuff."

  "So what happens at your camp if the word on all this gets around? You'll 
be in trouble I s'pose?"  

  "Who's going to dob on me? The guys here can't say anything if they think 
they'd like another go at it."

  "So you're planning some serious nooky?"

  "I wasn't, until now. Things have changed and I have many more options." 

  "How about Jane?" asked Erin. "She seems to be familiar with the ins-and-
outs of sex too."

  "My big sister had her first this year, after becoming legal.  She hasn't 
a clue about my experience, I kept it secret."

  "So whose idea was it to join the thrash?" 

  "Hers. She got randy watching and wanted a bit too; suggested that it may
be a good opportunity for me to try it, as a dare."

  "She did look a bit surprised when you flashed your pussy," I commented.

  "Didn't she," Emma giggled happily.

  We swam back for a lunch by the barbeque where I noticed that the married 
motorists were ogling the two cyclistes who, in turn, seemed to be giving a 
tacit 'come-on' to the guys. The men walked over to them and, after a short 
chat,  all four went down to the grassy bank and quickly coupled beside the 
energetically screwing Jane and Emma  who were obviously making up for lost 
time. The wives remained by the picnic table looking a bit lost.

  I felt a pair of hands cup my boobs and a hard, hot cock pressed into the 
cleft of my posterior so I wiggled my bottom against him in invitation.  He 
responded by sliding  his hand down my flat belly to squeeze my furry mound 
before finger-testing my vagina for its readiness to accommodate his cock.

  My new  friend was Denny and I turned to face him to meet his mouth for a 
long, trembling tongue-kiss. I was seriously attracted and, in another time 
and place, would have seen him as a genuine matrimonial prospect.  However, 
I wasn't in that situation and he didn't see me that way.

  "All for little me?"  I giggled playfully, stroking his thick, dark penis 
jerking in my hand.

  "Yep," he grunted at the sensual thrill of my touch.

  We wandered down to the approved shagging area where I pushed him down on 
his back and knelt astride his hips,  held his broad bonker vertically as I 
positioned my cunt above the mauve, plum-shaped knob, moved it fore and aft 
in the dewy frills of my slit and lowered my bottom to stretch my well-used 
love-sheath down over his blue-veined shaft. With a gentle rocking motion I 
absorbed it all inside me,  tentatively clamping my vaginal muscles to feel 
the fullness within.

  As I rocked and twisted to slide his delicious prick in my juicy pussy he 
seemed to want a little more action, strenuously shoving his hips upward as 
I leant forward to take all my weight on my hands against his shoulders and 
lift my bottom higher to allow him to ram deeper into my slurping crotch as 
he needed to do. We climaxed together soon after as my senses were delicate 
from the pre-lunch pounding my pussy had received. 

  I rose and swam across the pool to the warm rock again, but Gina was busy 
shagging and I had to  wonder at her constitution as she'd scarcely taken a 
breather since we'd climbed aboard the old coach. 

  Up at the picnic table I saw that Baz and Denny had carried drinks to the
two neglected wives and were chatting.  Perhaps I should have concluded the
previous sentence with the word 'up' as Peta  leaned back on the rough wood
tabletop to spread her slim thighs and gleefully receive Den's swarthy zoob 
into her eager snatch. Her friend Helen seemed to be somewhat hesitant, but 
eventually yielded to stretch her vagina around Baz's healthy member. Below 
them, out of sight on the bank, their spouses had recovered from their bout
with Beverley and Kathy and were in the process of introducing their pricks 
to Jane And Emma's sloppy snatches.

  When I felt sufficiently rested I returned to sit and share a herbal puff 
with Dani before we were joined by Craig and Jamie,  the married guys, then 
their wives, Helen and Peta respectively.

  "Oh my God, look at that!" gasped Helen, covering her pussy with one hand. 
"They're having two more straight off."

  "Yeah," Peta murmured wistfully as Jane and Emma happily accommodated one 
more penis each.

  "They're catching up," grinned Dani. "I reckon they're up to eight or ten
now."

  "How many have you had then?" enquired a wide-eyed Peta.

  "A baker's dozen."

  "Truly?"

  "Honestly."

  "What's it like?"

  "Okay. Quite an experience actually."

  "Have you done it before."

  "No, never even thought about it to be honest. I suppose it's a matter of 
being in the right place at the right time. I've had three shaggings on the 
trip the beach before, but all with different drivers in different vehicles. 
This is my first mob-job."

  A thoughtful silence ensued and the women gazed at the sexual performance 
of the seven couples screwing away  before their eyes and their husbands at 
Dani and I.  Their pricks had swelled to semi-tumescence in response to the 
proximity of young ladies who were fucking promiscuously and were trying to 
figure a way to get back amongst it. 

  "You can give it a try if you want to, dear," Craig told Helen.

  She looked startled and somewhat guilty,  as if he'd divined her thoughts 
exactly, but realized as I did that he wasn't aware that she'd recently had
a pussyful of Baz's mutton-gun.

  "I've hardly got used to the idea of having it off with my husband's best 
friend, or is that my best friend's husband," she chuckled self-consciously 
and blushed.

  "Was that so bad?"  

  She glanced quickly at Jamie,  then averted her eyes and blushingly shook 
her head.

  "So?" he persisted.

  "You just want to bonk some young stuff," she accused him.

  "Yeah, but you'll get more than me," he admitted.

  She gave him a long, searching look before turning to Peta.

  "Can you believe this?"

  "Call his bluff then,"  Peta giggled uncomfortably when she realized that 
Jamie didn't know that they'd all ready partaken of an adulterous shagging, 
but now wasn't sure about repeating that in front of him. If Helen accepted 
her dare she would be expected to follow her to some indiscriminate fucking.

  "Go on, I dare you," grinned Craig.

  Without a word she stood up and walked up the bank, her well-upholstered, 
white,  posterior region rolling and quivering deliciously with every step. 
Boof was walking down from the vehicle with his erect prick seeking vaginal 
solace when she accosted him with a hand on his hip.  He initially looked a
bit surprised, glancing at Craig for confirmation that his wife's pussy was 
really on offer,  stepping into her embrace when he got the wink of assent. 
She slid her arms around his shoulders as they kissed deeply,  grinding her 
ample hips to his before pulling him down atop her to insert his stiff cock 
into her ready twat. Her hefty legs encircled his sweating torso as his hot,
sliding tool glistened wetly in the sunlight while the rest of us looked on 
at her real joy at being fucked in that situation.

  "I didn't thing she'd actually go for it," Peta gasped softly.

  "Shocked?" Jamie enquired gently.

  "Not as much as I should be."

  "How so?"

  "We've seen each other having it off  with other partners today and Helen 
and Craig have gone that one step further on, but it doesn't seem that much 
further now."

  He looked at Craig who lay back while Dani sucked on his hardening penis, 
then took in my naked form with lust-filled eyes before turning back to his 
wife.

  "D'you want to try it?" he asked her.

  "What would you think?" she blushed, playing the innocent.

  "It would make me very horny."

  "To watch me?"

  "Yep."

  "Truly?"

  "I promise."

  "Do you love me?"

  "I love you with all my heart."

  "But will you still love me after I do something as slutty as this?"

  "As much. I want to see you be a real harlot. It'll be a real turn on for 
me and we'll probably never get another chance to do anything like it."

  I thought that their profession of undying love  was rather odd under the 
circumstances, although they appeared sincere about it, but I surmised that 
they shared the concern over how their feelings for each other might change
as a consequence of a bit of serious adultery.

  A youth stood looking enquiringly at me,  his prick standing horizontally 
and I began to rise to my feet, but Peta grasped my hand.

  "Look after Jamie?"  she asked before I could leave. "You can see that he 
lusts for your body."

  I boldly stepped over him and gripped his swelling dick as she kissed his 
lips at length.

  "Have fun,"  she giggled nervously and walked over to the young bloke and 
embraced him salaciously.

  Jamie lay on his side to watch his wife as I positioned myself behind him, 
head between his slim thighs, to suck his circumcised cock. Peta introduced 
the youth's slender, pink dick to her willing vulva, the plump lips fringed 
with trimmed auburn hair, where he thrust easily into her juicy snatch. The 
muscles of her rounded thighs tightened as he withdrew to ram into her once 
more, giving him a ride to remember when she bucked and writhed and stroked 
his flanks,  urging him to ram his hips harder and faster in basic terms as 
her reserve evaporated.

  I felt Jamie's prick harden appreciably at the sight of his wife's wanton 
behavior and thrilled as an unseen tongue found my clitty.

  "I couldn't resist," Craig smiled as I looked down and our eyes met. "You 
have a lovely pussy. D'you mind?"

  I shook my head very slightly as it's rude to speak with one's mouth full, 
isn't it? Opening my legs widely to allow him better access to my crotch, I 
saw Dani smiling at me around a mouthful of penis and grinned back, wincing 
with the abrasive contact of his stubbly chin  upon my tender inner thighs. 
However,  I suffered this more willingly when his tongue and fingers probed 
my tingling passion pit.

  This was my initial experience with married men whom I knew to be married 
before indulging in sexual intercourse and,  having no illusions about them 
as future matrimonial prospects, was able to give free rein to my instincts. 
Jamie drew me up to slide his wet tool inside me from behind as we reclined 
on our sides to watch Peta invite another of the lads to replace his friend 
who'd just vacated her unsated snatch; oblivious to all except her need for 
a stiff prick inside her hungry pussy. Beside her Helen rapturously writhed 
and gurgled as she showed her third boy what a friendly chick she was, both 
women lost in a voluptuous mist of purely physical pleasure.

  Even with his tool moving within me and his hands kneading my tender tits, 
Jamie's attention was wholly focused on his spouse's unrestrained pleasure, 
my pussy being just the medium for vaginal masturbation. Peta looked across 
at him and grinned crookedly as that young bloke got up after a quick bout, 
making a sign to indicate that he was being very well attended by me,  then 
stretched back and opened her legs  widely to signify her readiness for the 
next guy seeking to share his sexual need with her.

  Eventually he too came, setting me off in a deliciously subdued way, then 
rolled away and dived into the water. A boy came aboard and was on me, into
me and gone in a manner that brought to mind  the mating of a cock sparrow. 
Craig was next and we watched as Helen accommodated cocks number six, seven
 and eight. By that time the need seemed to have dried up so I took a brief 
dip before seeking an alcoholic beverage to slow me down a bit.

  The coach was packed up and we set off again on a journey that I remember 
only as a warm, hazy time during which I alternately dozed off and received 
cocks in my love pouch; my contribution to the latter being negligible with 
most. I'm  certain that the twenty-six guys with whom I'd become acquainted 
that day had had their way with me,  some more than once, but I didn't feel 
too badly about it as, short of being shot at,  things were unlikely to get 
any harder than that.

  We were dropped off in the main street with Erin, Jade and Dani, who knew 
which street we were looking for and led the way, saying goodbye to the two
the younger girls one street short of ours. 

  "What number's yours?" Dani asked as she stopped by the gate of a clearly 
occupied duplex.

  "7b," said Gina and Dani pointed to the number on the letterbox. 

  It was '7a' so we were in the other half. 

  "You know the Sarge?" asked Dani. "She's much higher up now, but we still 
think of her as Sarge."

  "We're really just house sitting. It was arranged through my Aunty," lied 
Gina.

  It was comfortably furnished, for a holiday house, so we were set up very
nicely for our stay there.

  After unpacking I lay in a hot bath and found my poor, raw pussy stinging 
from the surfeit of schlongs I'd serviced during the day. Any male pointing 
percy at me then would have risked his hearing, or even life, to continuous, 
high-frequency sound. Finally we dined on hot canned beans and toast before 
collapsing into our beds.