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The beach was deserted–it is a little cove really, with a rocky path down to the shore, and cliffs either side. It only catches the sun later in the afternoon, so it tends to be deserted until then. I would have a couple of hours to myself. I laid out my towel and slipped my sundress from my shoulders. Sitting on my towel I smoothed sun cream into my skin, taking care as I applied it around my bikini. I turned over and lay on my tummy. With sunglasses on, I pulled Mari’s letter from my bag and continued to read. The silence was awful. Eventually, Oscar told me I must stay the night; I couldn’t drive home, not after all that wine and a taxi would be too expensive. “You take the spare bed,” he said, “I have already made it up.” All I could do was smile and nod. I didn’t sleep, I couldn’t sleep. I was tossing and turning. Eventually, at about three in the morning, I got up and went to the kitchen. I thought perhaps if I had a cup of tea, I could finally get some rest. But I couldn’t get it out of my head. What I had done to you. What Oscar and I had done. You have always been a faithful wife and sister. Well, that was kind of her to say, and it had been true for many years, but these last few months had turned my world on its head before I even received Mari’s letter. Anyway, as the kettle boiled, into the kitchen came Oscar, wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. I don’t think he had expected to see me. “Can’t sleep?” he asked. I shook my head. “Neither can I.” he said. “I keep thinking about Irene. Don’t you?” He shook his head. “Then what?” “I keep thinking about you.” My heart started pounding. “About me?” “Yes, you. Your breasts, your body, your mouth. How you made me feel when we fucked.” I shook my head, “Don’t.” “Why not? I am just telling you the truth.” “It should never have happened. We should never have done it.” “But we did. We did.” “I know we did, and it’s killing me. Killing me that I betrayed my sister, and made you betray her too.” Oscar stepped closer. He stood right in front of me, “Hush.” he said. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged, me, held me. Then he kissed my forehead. Just a little, innocent kiss. “It will be all right.” “How can it be?” “It was so right between us. How can it not be all right?” “But Irene!” “Irene’s not here. Just you and me.” He kissed me again–this time my cheek. “Just you and me,” he repeated and kissed my lips. I melted. I just melted. I know I shouldn’t have, but I was tired and weak. I opened my mouth to his and we kissed. Then I felt his hand on my breast–cupping it, squeezing it and I moaned. I moaned and reached for his cock–I felt his cock through his shorts, getting harder as he teased my breasts. Oscar guided me to sit on a kitchen chair, then he knelt in front of me. He kissed my leg, at the knee, then slowly kissed his way up my leg, brushing aside the dressing gown as he made his way higher. The wine must still have been affecting me, because I did nothing to resist. I knew I should, but I couldn’t. Slowly but surely he went higher and higher, turning me on as he went; my heart beating faster and, well, between my legs I was burning up. I suppose the shock had passed. I knew that they had sex, had fucked and there were more pages to the letter, so I expected more. Now, I was getting turned on–how weird was that? Getting turned on by reading my sisters confession! Anyway, I squirmed a bit on my towel, and felt my hard nipples against my bikini top. I reached back and untied the string of my bikini and lay back down, topless–my breasts against the towel. I felt Oscar’s tongue against me, against my lips. He teased me, I was so flushed, my heart beating Maltepe Escort fast. His nose brushed my clitoris, then he flicked it with his tongue. That made me jump and I held him there, held him there with my hands to the back of his head. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this. How could I? But I wanted him. He stabbed at me with his tongue, tasting me, his tongue going deep inside me. “Stop,” I rasped. “Stop.” “Do you really want me to?” “No… Yes… No… I don’t know. I don’t know.” I slapped him, slapped his face, “How could you! How could you do this again?” He was surprised, yes, but there was another look in his eyes when I slapped him. He… he was turned on. I was sure of it. Aroused by my slap. I slapped his other cheek–not because I wanted to arouse him further, but out of sheer frustration. How could I make this stop if he’s turned on even when I try to stop him. What could I do? Oscar knelt up and pulled down his shorts–his penis sprang out, hard and standing up. He shuffled forwards on his knees and rubbed his cock against me, against my sex. “Oh God.” I whispered. “Oh God.” “Do it again,” he replied. And I did. I slapped his face. I slapped his face and he rammed his cock inside me. This was making me hot, so hot. Lying there on the beach, alone, and reading about my husband and my sister. My own pussy was throbbing and my nipples were standing out like thimbles. “Excuse me.” The voice made me jump. I looked up and there just a few yards away, was a young man–eighteen or nineteen. “I am thinking I must be lost. Can you help?” He was Indian, judging by the look of him, and his accent. Good looking, slender, wearing shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops. He held out a map. “Sure.” I said. He crouched down next to me and showed me his map. “Are we here?” He pointed to a place up the coast about ten miles North. “No,” I replied, “Sorry. We’re here.” and showed him where we were. “Oh no… I am lost.” “Is that where you need to be?” “Yes.” “Do you have a car?” “No, I am walking.” “Well, in this weather that’s a long walk. Are you meeting someone there?” He nodded. “My university party is meeting there at four o’clock.” I looked up at him. He was a nice looking guy. Deep dark eyes, and a mop of hair, but he looked sad. He also couldn’t stop looking down at my boobs. I lifted myself a little further–partly so I could see him better, partly so he could see me better. His eyes widened. “Maybe I can help,” I said. “Oh yes?” “I could give you a ride in my car–we could get there in no time.” “Oh that would be wonderful,” he replied. “Thank you so very much.” But now his eyes were glued to my boobs. Something about Mari’s letter was making me feel very horny, and playful. I pushed myself up to a sitting position, revealing my breasts completely. He stepped back, eyes wide and tripped over a stone, landing hard on his bum. I laughed. It was comical. “Oh dear,” I said, “Are you OK?” “Yes, Mrs. I am fine. Sorry.” “What’s the matter?” “I… I have never.” It was clear what he’d never. I looked down at myself. “What? You’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before?” He shook his head. “What? An attractive young man like you?” He shook his head again, more emphatically. “Would you be more comfortable if I covered up?” “No Mrs. No please.” I smiled again. “Then let us introduce ourselves.” I held out my hand, “I am Irene. And you are?” “Raj.” “Nice to meet you, Raj.” “A pleasure to meet you, Mrs Irene.” “Just Irene.” I corrected. “Come sit with me.” I patted the sand next to my towel and he crawled over to sit down. This was exciting; another young, inexperienced man, and I had him all to myself. “Raj,” Maltepe Escort Bayan I said, “Can I ask you a question?” “Of course.” “Are you a virgin?” He nodded, his eyes cast downwards. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” “I know, I know Mrs… I mean Irene. But… But I still wish I wasn’t.” I smiled and he glanced at me, holding my gaze for just a second before his eyes returned to my boobs. He was mesmerised. “Can I ask another question?” He nodded. “Has a woman ever seen your penis?” He shook his head. “What if I asked if I could see it?” He started. A real jolt–almost like I’d slapped him. “I… I… I don’t know. Here? Now?” “Sure. Why not? People don’t wear clothes on this beach. And there’s no one here but me anyway.” He looked around, as if wanting to confirm what I’d said. Then he knelt up, so he could get to his shorts and pulled them down–he must have pulled down his underpants too, because suddenly his cock was there, between us. It was hard and pulsating, and twice as long as little Oscar’s. “Oh my.” I whispered. “What? Is it OK?” “Yesss…” I replied, “It is very OK. Do you think I could touch it?” He nodded, struck dumb by my suggestion. I reached out my hand and wrapped my fingers around his dark brown, throbbing cock. Slowly I stroked it down to the root, feeling the forest of jet black pubic hair at its base. “Oh my.” I said again. I stroked him again, very slowly, almost teasingly, up and down his shaft. But that was enough–the poor lad erupted–he sprayed cum from the tip of that gorgeous cock and it hit me square in the chest, my tits covered in his sticky white spunk. “Oh no!” He whimpered, “I am so sorry. So sorry Mrs. I didn’t mean to.” “That’s OK,” I replied. “Don’t worry. I should have expected that–if you’ve never been with a woman before.” I raised my hand, which was covered in cum, and licked it clean. Then took my towel and wiped the cum from my breasts. He was aghast. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Here was this strange woman, seducing him on the beach and then licking up his lovely salty cum. “Not to worry Raj, not to worry.” I smiled reassuringly. I was convinced that it wouldn’t take an inexperienced young man like this very long at all to sport another erection, and I wasn’t finished with him yet. “Let me ask you another question.” He nodded. “Have you ever seen a woman’s pussy?” He shook his head. “But you’d like to?” He nodded. “Mine?” He nodded emphatically, and I smiled. I lay down on my back, and hooked my thumbs over the hem of my bikini bottom then hesitated and turned to Raj. “You do it.” I whispered, “You take it off.” I lifted my bum from the ground, and–wide eyed–Raj pulled down my bikini bottoms. He was riveted and couldn’t take his eyes from between my legs. “Can I touch it?” he asked. I nodded and he reached out. His touch was electric, his hand shaking as his fingertips explored my glistening folds. I gasped as his index finger slipped between my labia and inside me. I looked over at him and saw his cock growing again as he pushed his finger deeper inside me. “Mmm. That feels good, Raj.” I reached over and grasped his cock again, rubbing it up and down, feeling it grow in my hand. “You’re not going to be a virgin for much longer.” “Can I… Can I put it in you?” “You want to fuck me?” He nodded, and I smiled in reply. “Lie down.” I said. He lay down on his back and I rolled over next to him. Then I knelt up and looked down at him, still wide eyed, but with his cock now throbbing and twitching like a living thing. I lifted one leg and sat astride him, holding his gaze. Slowly I guided the tip of his cock to my entrance, rubbing Escort Maltepe it up and down, teasing him; pre-cum leaking from his cock. Then I lowered myself onto his member and his face showed everything–relief, and ecstasy, excitement and astonishment. Down and down I went, taking in more and more of his cock. When I had him all inside me, I rocked back and forth, feeling his penis moving inside me. I took his hands and guided them to my breasts, letting him knead and play with them as we fucked. I started bouncing up and down on his cock and all he could say was, “Oh!” I bounced faster and dropped myself onto him, over and over–filling myself with his member, losing myself to everything else–to Oscar and Mari and Thomas as Raj filled me. “Mrs.” he said, “Mrs. it is going to happen again. I am going to… going to…” I knew what he meant and could feel his body tensing. I wanted him, this boy, but we hadn’t used any protection. I lifted myself off him and he looked so disappointed, until I knelt by his side and took him into my mouth; sucking his cock while I stroked it until his eruption filled my mouth, cum leaking from my lips. He gave a long drawn out groan as he came. I looked down at him and said, “Remember, Raj, call me Irene.” “Irene,” he repeated. I lay on my side next to Raj and smiled at him. He lay on his side and looked at me like he’d just won the lottery. “Congratulations,” I said. “You’re not a virgin any more.” “Thank you… Irene, thank you.” “You’re welcome,” I replied, leaned over and kissed him. I let my fingers explore his body from his thighs, across his belly, to his chest, his neck; feeling his firm stomach, his hairy chest, and even hairier crotch. “My friends won’t believe me.” I giggled. “No?” He shook his head. “They are all virgins.” “I see.” I paused. “And are they the ones you are meeting at the other beach later?” He nodded. “Then you can introduce me.” He went wide eyed once more. “They’ll have to believe you then.” He grinned. “Yes,” he said, “They will.” I gently stroked his cock and he started to stir. The wonders of the young male body. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked him, listening to him moan; the volume and intensity of his moaning drove me–telling me what he liked. I got up and knelt between his legs and took his cock into my mouth once more. Then he really started to groan. When I cradled his balls and gave them a squeeze he loved it–as he did when I raked my teeth along his shaft. There was a pop sound as I lifted my mouth from his tool; I whispered, “Do you think your friends will like me?” “Oh yes, definitely.” I stroked him more. “Do you think I could make them hard like this?” “Yesss…” I stroked faster. “How many boys are you meeting?” “They are not boys… We are men. Students.” “And how many men are meeting?” “Six.” he growled, “Including me.” I rubbed his cock faster, occasionally licking the underside of the shaft, or taking his glans in my mouth. Just thinking about that was turning me on. Six young virgins. What would that be like? I sucked on Raj’s cock and he moaned. He moaned louder when I caressed and squeezed his balls. I tightened my grip on his member and started to stroke faster, “Oh, Oh, Ooh,” he moaned as pre-cum leaked, dribbling down his cock. I put the head into my mouth and sucked, gripping him tight and stroking fast. I felt his balls tighten and got my reward, hitting the back of my throat I swallowed his salty load. …ooOoo… Half an hour later, both decent, I was driving Raj the ten miles to his rendezvous. I was nervous and excited. Could I really take on six young men? Satisfy the craving of six virgins all of whom would have appetites like Raj’s? We arrived at the beach and even from the car we could see a group of young men sitting cross legged in a circle a little distance away. I asked Raj to go over to them and suggest they go up into the dunes above the beach to a more secluded place where I would meet them shortly.
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