Ashley loves the sun.

It doesn’t always love her.

At thirty, she needed to be more cautious with her paler skin. She burned easily.

At least now, the fit redhead no longer broke out in freckles from top to bottom. A good SPF saves lives!

Jayzus! Thirty already?

This holiday to the Caribbean was just what the doctor ordered.

Literally.

Her GP and her therapist both said that after the terrible breakup with Lars, she needed time away to recoup. The mental and physical toll his cheating and eventual deceit took on her was starting to affect her weight, her sleep, and her ability to smile.

Ashley was an extremely sexual being. She and Lars had regularly fucked and she had felt very fulfilled.

Apparently, he did not… And she was not really miffed at the cheating, (for fucks sake, they had enjoyed threesomes before) rather the lies, and the fact that she caught them in her own bed… again…after he swore he was not seeing the busty blonde twat from his club.

Standing outside her own bedroom door and hearing her boyfriend of three years say, “You are a way better fuck than Ashley!” felt unforgivable. Yet after her anger subsided some she decided to not give a fuck.

And honestly, no way her being better was true, but that no longer mattered.

The fanfaring surf that marched back out to sea provided the rhythm of the island. She was slowly surrendering to it on day one as she strolled along at sunset.

This was day two, and her relaxation had taken root. Her mind was unclenching, her anger was miles back whence she came, and her muscles felt supple. She even danced a bit last night at the resort’s silly nightclub.

She had not gotten dressed up for a hot night by any means; she had not planned on even going in. The thumping rhythm turned out to be quite alluring.

Several guys had given the five-four fit IT specialist in the spaghetti strap floral dress the once over. Yet she did not show any interest. In fact, the only person she danced with was an older American woman who was there with her sedentary husband. She had met them the day before at dinner, and Ashley had taken a liking to their safe harbor.

Dolores “just loved” Ashley’s Scottish brogue. Ashley admitted to herself that this older, dark-haired American had a nice fit shape that looked hot when she danced. Maybe a girl-on-girl revenge was on the books.

You haven’t done that since you were at school!

Now it was midday, and she was clad in her sweet green two-piece. Its pink strings hung on her hips quite nicely, and the top made her double B breasts look internet-ready.

She started to feel a horny type of frisky. Her post-dance-club-almost-lesbian session last night was sliding her silver vibrator in and out of her wet opening while diddling her aching clit. It had yielded two glorious orgasms.

This morning, she realized that two had not fully doused the fire. Some solid revenge fucking was necessary this week.

Maybe with an unnamed stranger!

Don’t be daft. Have another wank like last night.

“Hey conscience, wheesht!” she muttered to herself.

As she lay out sun worshipping, she heard some voices animatedly chatting even over the surf. She turned her head and lowered her sunglasses. About ten yards away was a trio of young men. They looked to be late teens, perhaps twenty years old, and not at all unattractive.

Maybe…

The tallest, a brown-haired one, had been pointing at her and immediately dropped his finger. They all three gave surreptitious glances her way, and she had to smile at their immaturity.

She recognized boyish hormonal fascination. And she was flattered.

Look all you want, gentlemen.

She smiled and lay back to enjoy the sun, perhaps arching a bit more this time. Prominent nipples began to make an appearance, and she did little to stop them. Her red wavy locks spilled out beautifully below her broad-brimmed hat.

After a brief moment, she felt a cool shadow across her just-tight-enough abdomen. Like something out of a romantic comedy, she slightly dropped her sunglasses to find the tall, brown-haired young man standing next to her. He was a fit, brown-haired, athletic boy who had not yet filled out into the man he wanted to become. She immediately noticed that he was filling his clingy swim shorts quite nicely.

He fidgeted and made to speak, but nothing was coming out.

“You’re very cute,” she offered. “Do you have something you need to say?”

Her boldness took him by surprise, and he cleared his throat.

“Pardon, miss,” he said in a Yorkshire lilt.

Oh, these lads are from the UK, just like you.

“Erm, my mates and I were wondering if…well…”

He was glancing at her crotch, and she immediately knew what the question was.

“Drawn the short straw then?” Ashley asked with a smile.

“Pardon?” he croaked out. Even with her sunglasses, she could see he was blushing.

“You wanna know if I’m a ‘real’ redhead.” She pushed up on her elbows allowing her boobs to reset. “The three of you were having a think, and one needed to be bold enough to ask. Am I correct?”

He looked back to his mates, who were laughing a bit, but then they stood a tad taller, thinking she was sizing them up. Which, of course, she was.

“Well?” She was sounding low and sultry, enjoying the older woman roll.

He hemmed and hawed. “Spot on. Erm…I apologize for bein’ forward an' a bit uh…inappropriate.”

Quite proper. Very cute.

She smiled softly and crooked her finger. He leaned down and she nearly whispered, “Aye. I am.”

His green eyes grew wide, and he looked to his mates. Then brazenly back to Ashley’s crotch.

“And aye, I have natural red pubic hair that matches.”

He could not take his eyes off her, and she opened her long legs slightly as if he might be able to see through her bottom.

“You handled that very well, pet. Most guys are a bit more blunt and not so polite.” He shrugged slightly. “Was that all?”

Apparently, that was too much for him, and he abruptly turned and trotted back to his mates, kicking up a bit of sand onto her belly.

She was going to be annoyed, but then thought of this as a playful moment. She gently dusted off the sand with her well-manicured fingers. Seeing some on her swim bottoms, she caressed it with just a little bit too much purpose.

She was only 50% surprised to find that the slight pressure against her vulva gave her a full tingle. The young man’s brazen inquiry had gone straight to her honey hive, and she was feeling quite damp.

She was also perversely happy that she kept a V-shaped patch of the aforementioned colour just above her recently wronged womanhood. It somehow made both his inquiry and her response more authentic.

With a final chuckle, she laid her head back down, deciding to go back to her room early and put her small silver friend through a few rounds.

With the sound of the surf, walking on sand does not make much noise. So she slightly gasped when she sensed all three of them standing around her. Her initial investigator was at her feet, and his two mates framed either side.

No longer looking awkward or even inquisitive these three young men had purpose and brazen need burning in their eyes.

This time, Ashley took the sunglasses completely off as their leaning was helping to block the sun.

“What have we here? Dinna trust your mate?”

The one to her left was a darker-skinned South Asian man. His brown eyes were quite attractive and reminded Ashley of Dev, her first boyfriend back at Uni.

“We want proof.”

She raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘Oh, do you?’

Her reaction made him gulp, and he retreated slightly. “That is to say, if you are willing… Ma’am.”

Ma’am?!

“Fer fucks sake, boyo. I’m not my mother!”

Ashley had a moment. She wouldn’t call it clarity. She wouldn’t call it brave. And she certainly wouldn’t call it sensible. But in her current emotional and mental state, it just felt right.

She looked up at the boy on the right, who seemed to be the younger of the three. He was blonde and blue-eyed, certainly the most athletically fit of the three. The poor thing already was sporting arousal inside a tight blue Speedo.

“And do you have anything to add?” She hoped the innuendo was gotten.

He gently nodded, but then melted away the last of her inhibition with a megawatt smile.

“You’re a very sexy woman. We all think it.”

Back to sitting up on her elbows, she was closer now to evidence that he was telling the truth.

“I can see that.” She was happy that he did not blush, but seemed to smile even more broadly.

She looked right and left and saw a family further down the beach. An older pair of women sat far enough away that she felt the moment to be strangely private.

Looking down between her bent legs, her first friend was almost salivating. He was also looking to the same people she had just sized up. He nodded to her as if to assure her that it was a safe place.

Fuck it! Why not?

Ashley reached down and untied the sides of her swim bottoms. She grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled it down towards her toes. It was as if she was pulling back the bed covers to reveal the sheets below.

For the first time in a decade, she exposed her womanhood to the cooling air of a beach.

All three of her new admirers showed complete and utter awe as they saw a neatly trimmed red-orange triangle appear above her glistening and slightly open labia. Aye, this was arousing her in a way she never thought possible.

“There you have it, lads. The proof in the pudding so to speak. And judging from your expressions, this must be your first redheaded pussy; m’I correct?”

The first two nodded with their jaws slightly open, but Blondie was more confident.

“Not my first, but it’s a really nice one.”

“‘Really nice?’ You won’t get another girl to drop her knickers with that kind of talk. Can you do better?”

The challenge made her heartbeat faster, and she felt a little bit of sweat on her forehead. She was in the mood to be a bit mad and her cunt was enjoying this new boldness.

“Erm…you have a hot fiery cunt, Miss.”

Her grin tried to match his. “Well, ta for that.”

She started to reach down to cover herself up again, but something made her stop. She was almost sitting up right now, and three very fit and nicely packaged young studs were inches away from her mouth and hands.

Was she this pissed off at Lars? Aye. She was.

She looked at the brown-haired boy who started this all. “How old are you all anyway- and don’t lie. I’ll be able to tell.”

He cleared his throat and proudly stated he was eighteen. Blondie was as well, and their darker-skinned friend had just turned seventeen. He seemed very proud of that fact.

She felt like leaning into the uniqueness of her Scotness might make her appear a bit more exotic. A daft thought but a fun one. “All right, lads, this is a one-time offer. Yeh can keep looking at my red rough, but in the interest of fair play you gwin ta show me what colour yeh got.”

The three looked to one another as if to get permission as well as courage. No surprise Blondie was first.

He grabbed the waistband of his Speedo and carefully peeled it down to mid-thigh. A very impressive six-inch thick youthful cock dropped down and bounced in front of Ashley. He had light golden pubic hair covering a sweet pair of very full balls. Her mouth watered and slightly opened as she let out the quietest of moans.

“Oh yes. Quite nice and a perfect match. Thank you, number one.”

She winked at him and turned to the other two as if to say, ‘Well?’

The darker one was next. And was not at all disappointing. Neatly trimmed black pubic hair covered the base of a thin, but very long, black and purple cock. It dipped down and was already offering a few white beads of arousal on its tip.

Mr. Bold brown hair was last and was worth the wait. It was as thick as her wrist and at least 7 inches long. Surprisingly, he was the first to take it in hand and begin to stroke. He either had not grown much pubic hair yet or had manscaped it away.

Ashley was now fully on her knees. She had not put her bottoms back on, and her legs were slightly open to allow the breeze to tickle her now throbbing gash. This was exactly what she needed and had not planned.

She slid her hands up her rib cage and took hold. She tucked the minor cloth triangles under her tits and let her thumb and forefinger grasp her nipples.

“Sweet Jesus,” said Brown-hair.

“Blimey!” croaked out Not Dev.

“Nice set,” said Blondie with ridiculous future-punter attitude. He was trying hard to be a tough guy, but was too posh and put together.

“Well done, all of you. High marks for bravery. Now, do all six of these balls have something to offer me? I haven’t taken a shower yet; perhaps you’d like to help."

They immediately began to stroke their answer, and she shocked herself by how much it turned her on. Her left hand slid down and began to push up and down her swollen slot. Her clitoris was on fire and would not need much coaxing.

“Holy fuck,” said Blondie as he reached to grab hold of her right breast. She took his wrist and pushed him back.

“No touching. Just look…and then paint.”

His sexy grin had returned, and he looked quite determined. This was a reverse race between the three of them to see who lasted longest. She giggled at how silly young men, boys really, could be.

She had a brief moment of clarity that she was basically naked on a public beach with three barely legal men and was committing a public sex act. She did not know the local laws but imagined that in a place like this, they would often look the other way.

The worst part was that in the state of her arousal and imminent orgasm, she didn’t give a fuck.

This four-person masturbation was unlike anything she had ever done. She wondered if they had ever simply wanked for the sake of covering another person’s body. Again, the curiosity disappeared when the first wave of an orgasm rose from her core and blew out of her pores in a way that made her already sun-soaked body feel like it was thrown on a pyre!

She bent forward, then threw her head back and moaned. “Ohhhh fuck boys! That’s it come on now, give it to me!”

Her full on slut face made them all grunt in unison and kick into overdrive.

“Paint Me! Give me all of it!”

The wave of her intense orgasm mirrored the surf and immediately rose up to crash again. The sound of her wet stroking could almost be heard over the sloppy grunts of her new best friends.

She looked at each one of them deep in the eyes and smiled and tilted her head back, prepared to take whatever they shot. The complete surrender manifested in her opening her arms as if attempting to achieve nirvana.

The guy on her left was first. She squealed when the first steaming hot blast hit her stomach and crotch. He was grunting and gasping, trying to aim at soaking her red triangle; the curiosity that had started this whole sudden and shockingly anonymous event.

After three hot blasts in that area, he tilted up and hit her left breast full on with an audible splat.

Another orgasm hit her and made her body shake and convulse.

She looked at Blondie and saw intense determination to not be second. He was going to win last place no question. She leaned back so her hands were on her towel. Her sexy, naked body was now covered in white streaks like something straight out of a porno.

One sexy as fuck drop was clinging to her left nipple.

Her first friend was second and began to shoot up her body. His initial volley hit her right thigh, second was a direct hit on her pubes, third filled her navel, and fourth splashed across her chest and neck.

A few follow-ups landed in the sand between her legs.

Ignoring her earlier rule, Blondie grabbed her head by her red hair. She gasped and made to pull him away, but something in her, something primal and wanting, let him take control.

“Fuuuck yes!” He grunted too loudly.

Each of his hot ropes hit her face in a different area. It was searing and sexy, and exactly what she needed. Several landed right in her mouth, and his mates made sounds of boyish envy.

He was stroking like a madman, determined to empty every drop he had.

To claim her.

To let her know she was being handled by a winner.

It was blissful, sexy, and so wrong.

And too-soon ended.

Ashley was panting and still moaning. Her body must have come again, although she was not aware of just how much. Her focus had been on watching these marvelous cockheads open and spew.

She opened her eyes and sat up some. Her body ached a bit from the intensity. She had to wipe away some of Blondie’s spend that had hit her eye.

She licked it off and hummed slightly at the deliciousness. Youthful cum had a wonderfully untainted taste to it. She had not had some in… well, since she herself was that age.

She looked at each face as they were tucking themselves back in. Each one had a different level of concern and/or post orgasmic satisfaction.

“Cheers, lads,” she breathed. “That was quite lovely. Now run along. I’ve got to get in the water and clean myself.”

There was a slight amount of disappointment, but polite nodding. None of them spoke, and she was glad that they hadn’t. As they began to walk away, she looked at her body and wished she had the courage to take a selfie.

You acted the slut why not save some evidence?

She picked up her mobile and took a picture that showed from her nose down that she was indeed completely covered in the white spend of youthful extraction.

Without bothering to retie her top, she stood and walked towards the water, her body dripping with white wonder. As the water hit her, she lost her breath at the sudden cold. But she welcomed how easily it washed away the evidence of her raunchy display.

After lolling a bit under the water, she rose, and for the first time realized she was completely naked. On the beach, several people lounged about enjoying themselves, and not one of them seemed to have taken notice.

A slight disappointment rose in her. Perhaps she was becoming an exhibitionist.

She walked towards her belongings and found a note quickly scribbled on the back of her book.

“My name is Daniel. I was the blonde one. We’re in cabin 237.”

Her eyes rolled, and her brain laughed at his boldness. No way what she going to fuck someone this young.

She bent to put her bikini back on.

Aye luv, said her pussy. You’re bang wrong on this one.

It was going to be a wonderful night.

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