It's been nearly seven weeks since my weekend of sex with Rob, John, and their Uni mates, and I've not had sex since, and I haven't heard from them either. Perhaps they have had their fun and moved on. So it looks like I will have to find other outlets for my rekindled desires.

Ken and I used to go away regularly, either midweek or on a long weekend, for our dogging or pickup adventures together. Midweek was best for the hotel trade, and weekends for dogging or, occasionally, clubbing. Sex clubbing that is. I am thinking of restarting that routine, perhaps more dogging and clubbing. I have an inkling to explore group sex more, gangbangs, rather than one-on-one sex.

Settling into an evening of internet surfing, checking out dogging sites and clubs, the doorbell interrupts me.

"Rob, how nice to see you," I say when I see Rob at the door. "Come in. I assume your exams are over then. Although I thought you said you were staying in Loughborough?"

He steps into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

"They are, and I am. I've just popped back for a few days to see Mum and Dad, then I'm back working all summer at Tesco's," He confirms.

"That's nice; I remember you saying you were at Tesco's part-time," I gush.

"Come into the kitchen; I'll put the coffee on," I continue. My pussy is getting all tingly!

Standing at the kitchen worktop preparing the coffee, with my back to Rob, he steps up behind me and presses his body against mine. His hands grip my hips and pull me into him; his cock presses firmly into my back. Looking over my shoulder and up at him, I smile as he slips his hands up my sides and around to my breasts, cupping them firmly. Stooping down, he kisses me on the lips as his fingers fumble with the buttons on my blouse, undoing them from the top downwards. Stepping back from me, he slips the blouse off my shoulders and turns me around, one hand now massaging my bum as the other deftly releases my bra as he continues kissing me ardently. Breaking off the kiss, he stoops to my breasts, slips off my bra and sucks my left nipple into his mouth. Umm, yummy.

His hands slide down my belly to my trouser tops while his mouth and tongue continue to explore my breasts. Sucking, licking, nibbling at the tender flesh and pulling my nipples into his mouth, making me groan even as his fingers release the button and zip on my trousers, and Rob pulls them, and my knickers, over my hips before he bobs down and slides them to my ankles and slips them over my feet.

Standing back up, Rob grabs me by the bum cheeks, easily picks me up, and carries me to the kitchen table. He sits me on the edge, spreads my legs, and kneels in front of my pussy, planting his face into my wanton maw. His tongue works its way around and into my waiting sex, lapping at the lips, nibbling at my clitoris, poking into my hole, and making me groan and squirm in pleasure.

Standing up again, Rob undoes his trousers and releases his pent-up cock. Wiping it over my wet and wanting sex before sliding it into me. I sigh in relief and expectation as he slowly plunders my depths.

Gentle, purposeful strokes light my touch paper. Longingly, I open my eyes and look up at Rob. He has his head down and eyes open. He is watching his cock disappear inside my body! Now you see me, and now you don't. His face is a picture, like a child watching a new toy perform. It is so sweet to see and an effective turn-on as an orgasm floods through me, quickly followed by his warm cum filling my pussy as he ejaculates deep inside me.

He lets his cock wilt inside me, and to flop out naturally, then grabs for some kitchen roll to clean off his cock, handing me some as well.

Slipping off the table, I walk over to the coffee maker and pour two cups for us. Rob's cum runs slowly down my inner thighs. Lovely!

Handing a cup to Rob, I notice the clock on the wall. Damn, he's only been in the house ten minutes, and he's fucked me already!

Nodding to my laptop. "I haven't disturbed you, have I?" Rob grinned as he sat at the kitchen table.

"No, just looking for a short break somewhere," I lie smoothly, sitting opposite him, with my naked breasts on show.

"We'd love to have you back at ours," He says. "But we'll have to be careful."

"Oh, why's that?" I queried.

"Well, Gilbert is making waves," Rob says. "You know, the guy you bumped into and took back home with John and his mates," Rob grinned.

I nod in acknowledgement and add, " I met them again later, too."

"Yes, that's right," Rob grinned back. "Anyway, he's getting quite persistent about meeting you again. He's got a bee in his bonnet about setting up a gangbang for you and filming it. Making you a porn star, he says, and I'm sure you don't want that."

"The porn star bit no," I confirm. "You do realise that it was a gangbang that was had at yours, two or three in fact," I inform him.

"Oh, yeah, I suppose it was," Rob replies sheepishly. "I didn't think. However, he's talking mega numbers. Not the seven or eight at ours," Rob explains.

I don't disillusion him; I could probably do mega numbers! Not that eight is a small number for a gangbang.

"However, he's away for the first two weeks of July, a family wedding, or something. If you could manage then, it would be great," Rob almost pleads.

I check my diary, although I know the answer.

"I'm off from Monday the sixth. So what if I come down on the Sunday and stay a few days? Would that work for you?" I ask.

"We'll make it work," Rob gushes.

"What about Pete and Jake?" I question.

"They will be about; both have jobs locally, like John and me," Rob confirms. " I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I told Mum I'd only be gone for ten minutes," he says as he gets up.

"Thanks for the coffee," he winks as he walks to the front door. "And for everything else."

"My pleasure," I sultrily reply. "Cum again, anytime."

It looks like I can hold off on planning any dogging or clubbing and see what happens with Rob and his cronies. For now, anyway.

Driving to Loughborough on a nice, warm, sunny summer day, I am looking forward to my few days with Rob and John, and who knows who else! They did introduce at least four other lads, and then there was Gilbert and his mates, although I invited them!

Arriving at their house, I follow the note on the door. An arrow and the words, 'Hi, Sharon, come round the back.'

Rob, Jake, and Pete are sitting in a pool—a plastic kiddies paddling pool! It is a decent size, though, and would have been nice to cool down in, like they are doing, if I had a costume with me.

"Come and join us," Pete invites.

"No swimsuit," I reply.

"That's OK, underwear is allowed," he answers, standing up and showing his boxers.

I quickly consider my underwear, then strip out of my skirt and T-shirt, slip off my plimsolls, and approach the pool.

The white cotton bra and matching thong look a bit like a swimsuit!

Stepping over the side, which is nearly two feet high, is awkward because I'm so short. However, there are plenty of willing hands to help me. Damn, the water's cold! I sit down gingerly to accustom myself to it.

Rob hands me a can of cider before getting in the pool himself. Alcohol lowers my slut threshold far too much, so I sip it carefully.

For the next hour or so, we chat, along with the odd 'accidental' touch of my body. Nothing too bold, though.

Memories flashed through my mind of similar 'accidental' touches when Rob, John, and their small group of friends joined Ken and me in our pool when they were only thirteen or fourteen years old. Perhaps it was not so accidental after all, I muse.

"John still at work?" I ask, looking at my watch. It's six-thirty.

"No, he's picking someone up. He'll be along about seven o'clock," Rob answers.

Umm, adding to the numbers already, are they? Never mind, it's only one more.

Stepping out of the pool, much to the boys' dismay, and saying.

"I'm going to the little girls' room to powder my nose, as they say."

Looking around, typical lads, no towels!

Picking up my case and clothes, I walk into the house and head up to Rob's bedroom, where I set them down. Glancing in the mirror confirms what I thought about my cotton undies. That's right, they're see-through when wet.

Finishing in the bathroom and grabbing a towel before returning to the pool. I'm halfway down the stairs when the front door opens, and John and the other person walk in. Interesting, she's a girl.

"Hi, John."

"Hello, Sharon. What gives with the underwear?"

"No swimsuit."

"So this is the tart you have been talking about," the girl pipes up.

"Oh, sorry. Yes, um, I mean, Sharon, please meet Amy, my girlfriend," he stammers.

"Been talking about me again, have you, John?" I snigger.

Amy brushes past John and steps up to me.

"How much of a tart are you?" she asks, staring straight into my eyes. I've heard that phrase before. Is she related to Gilbert?

John has a type in mind. Five foot tall, brown eyes, brunette, just like me!

Dropping the towel and pressing one hand into her crotch and the other catching her behind the neck, I pull Amy into a forceful kiss. She's quick to respond, grabbing my bum cheeks with both hands and pulling me tight into her.
Breaking off the embrace, Amy grins and says.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me back up the stairs.

Glancing over my shoulder, I smile at John.

"You can watch if you like."

Once in John's bedroom, Amy turns to me, places her hands on my shoulders, and sits me on the bed's edge. Telling me to lie back as she tugs my knickers down my legs and off. Raising and spreading my legs, exposing my eager sex to her view and to that of four spectators. The lads have all piled into the room.

Kneeling in front of my vulnerable pussy, Amy asks the lads to take hold of my legs. Freeing her hands to explore. Her fingers run softly down my inner thighs, approach my central point, circling it, teasingly close to my needy sex. They continue up my mound and around that triangular patch of hair that points to my playground—following its directions, and slipping down my slit. Pressing so softly, Amy's fingers glide over my labia until they reach the open hole and slip smoothly into it. Two fingers probe in and out, fucking me gently and slowly. Teasing at things to come, not quite reaching my inner pleasure centre, leaving me on edge.

Slipping out of my hole, Amy holds up her glistening fingers and beckons to John to lick them dry.

"Umm, that's Sharon. I'd recognise that flavour blindfolded," John grins.

Back at my pussy, Amy peels back the fleshy hood hiding my clitoris and runs her tongue tenderly across it. Swiping her tongue side to side, barely touching my nub but igniting its nerve endings and sending spasms of pleasure around my sex and then she nips it between her lips, and nibbles at it with her teeth. Groans roll up from my stomach and out of my mouth, and my hips surge involuntarily. Only for Amy to hold me down firmly with her other hand. Sucking, swiping her tongue, nipping with her lips, teasing and tormenting, and swiftly bringing me to my first clitoral orgasm in two years.

I come down from my orgasm and realise that she is still playing with me and pushing the feeling at my nub from pleasure to discomfort to pain. It is not truly pain, but it is unbearable just the same. I writhe and wriggle, fighting against her grip, lifting my head and begging her to stop. She does, then stands up.

"Keep her there," she orders as she slips her knickers off.

Looking at the boys, I will not get any help from them; they all look eager for the show to continue, especially John.

Amy climbs onto the bed and straddles my body, her legs pinning my arms down as she lowers her naked pussy onto my face and sits so firmly that I can barely breathe. The smell of her young sex is intoxicating and makes me forget the previous torment. I so want to suck and chew on her smooth quim.

Amy bends forward, once more engulfing my sex with her mouth. Her pleasure centre now sits inches from my face. I can see it clearly, but pinned as I am, I can't reach it.

Her tongue plunders my hole, lapping around and into it, reaching deeper than any tongue I can remember and then sucking on my lips, pulling her head back, stretching them wickedly. Returning to my hole, she uses her tongue like a little piston. Slipping it in and out, fucking the entrance to my sex, tormenting my body and my mind. I so want to suck on her pussy; the frustration is incredible, her scent so tempting.

She sits back on my face.

"She's ready to fuck guys. Who's first?" Amy announces.

A cock slides easily and deeply into my throbbing sex hole. Long, easy strokes ran the entire length of my silky walls.

"Come on, Rob, fuck her," Amy encourages.

"I'm enjoying being first in; they can bang her hard when she's really wet," Rob responds.

He continues with his long, slow strokes, gently building his pace as he nears his climax. Ejaculating casually inside me and continuing his stroking of my pussy as his cock wilts. Mixing his juices with mine. Finally, stepping aside and allowing the next cock in.

Oh, this one is Jake's. He is an inch or so longer than the other guys; it's no better, but it is noticeable. His height makes a difference, though; he is three or four inches shorter than Rob. Meaning he enters me in a more stomach-ward direction. His cock catches my inner pleasure centre, or G-spot, and quickly brings me to orgasm. My hips surge upward, only for Amy to lean forward and press them back down again. I gasp for air as her pussy leaves my face. Jake is still pumping hard, mixing the juices even more. His balls slapped against my arse, adding to the squelching and splashing noises coming from my nether regions. Adding his seed to Rob's and wiping his cock on my thighs as he steps away from me.

Pete will be next; John always comes last, as he likes to watch.

Before Pete gets his turn, Amy reaches for my pussy and scoops up the cum running down my crack, and spreads it over my stomach.

Pete's cock slid up my sodden hole. Forcing cum out as he does so. Starting gently, changing his footing, getting comfortable, wrapping his arms around my thighs, pulling me tight against him. Now he's ready, and he starts the assault on my so-wet sex. Hammering into me with intent. The wetter the pussy, the more energy is needed to satisfy both of us. Pete is a footballer; he has the energy and succeeds in his job. He shoots his load deep inside me, holding himself there until he is empty.

John swiftly replaces him, not allowing any cum to seep out of my pussy. He does enjoy a messy pussy, and is taking his time. Happily mixing the juices, turning my inner thighs into a white frothy mess. Enjoying the sounds of cum splashing and squelching between our bodies. Amy is again holding my hips down, letting me breathe and gaze upon her tempting pussy. She offers lots of vulgar encouragement and makes John all kinds of promises. It seems to work as John suddenly pulls his cock out of me and explodes all over my belly and bra, splashing Amy in the process; she scoops the cum off my belly, slips off me, and wipes her cummy hands over my face.

Amy slips off me, now free, I grab her by the shoulders, and force her down onto the bed, climb over her, and pin her as she had pinned me. My sodden pussy pressed firmly into her face; I started writhing around, wiping myself over her before lowering my face to her still pristine pussy, lifting mine off her face and out of reach. Letting it drip juices freely over her face.

She smells so fresh, unmolested, but running with her juices that taste so good as I lap them up with my tongue—opening her gash as I lap at her—licking around her tight little hole, nibbling on her tiny, unstretched lips. Her clitoris is a revelation! Standing proud and tall, it is undoubtedly half an inch long, hard like a cock, and a wonderful thing to suck on. So I do, suck, nibble, lick, and tease. Her hips move in response, humping gently up and down.

Suddenly, I feel movement behind me, quickly followed by a cock entering from behind, taking me completely by surprise. Damn, someone's recovered quickly!

My head gets lifted violently off Amy's pussy. Before I get a chance to protest, a cock is pushed against my partly open mouth. It's been a long time since my last spit-roasting, but who am I to complain? And I let it slide down my throat.

Both cocks fuck me in a near frenzy. Amy must be having a great time, watching me get fucked and getting showered in spent juices too.

The cock in my mouth cums first; obviously, my mouth is tighter and less slippery than my pussy! I hold his cum in my mouth until he withdraws, and then let it dribble onto Amy's pussy. Amy's only cum of the night. So far. The cock behind me keeps pounding away until he, too, unloads inside me, withdraws, and moves away. I half expect the other two lads to take another turn as well, but they don't.

So it's back to Amy and me, as I lower my pussy to licking range for Amy. She eagerly obliges, licking and sucking my pussy clean while I do the same for her. We tease and torment each other till we both have had enough. There are only so many orgasms you can endure!

"Come on, let's get in the shower," I say, dragging her to the bathroom. Neither of us can see that well with our cum encrusted eyes; however, we can see that the boys have left us.

We just about fit under the shower together, and I have finally got my bra off and my tits out, and Amy is out of her clothes too. That's where I differ from Amy: her tits are small, probably only a 'B' cup. Mine are 'D's.' However, hers are perfectly formed, firm, and pleasant to run your hands over!

Twenty minutes later, we leave the bathroom clean and dry. Amy goes to John's room to get dressed, and I wander down to Rob's to do the same. I put back on the skirt and top I was wearing on arrival: a lightweight linen skirt and a loose-fitting T-shirt. I'm not bothered getting fresh underwear out of my bag, so I wear none. Amy knocks on the door as she passes, and we walk to the garden together.

"Hi, you two. The barbecue is ready. Do you prefer sausage or burgers?" Pete asks.

"I've had enough sausage, so I'll have a burger," I answer to ripples of laughter.

"Oh, you've met these two already," Robs says slyly, pointing to two lads sitting on a bench.
"They're our neighbours, Winston and Clive."

The penny drops. Nobody recovered quickly; it was these two lads fucking me!

"The pleasure was all ours," Winston smirks, and another round of laughter ensues.

Six cocks and still only seven-thirty! And one pussy too!

Amy and I chat, leaving the lads, all except John, to get wasted on booze. I expect John has plans for Amy and himself. Sure enough, just after ten thirty, he strolls over, takes Amy by the hand, winks at me, and leads her away, leaving me alone with five drunken guys. It's not looking promising, so I retire to bed a few minutes later, alone.

TBC