Rebecca unlocked the door to her apartment. She slipped inside, closing the door behind her. She sighed with satisfaction, pleased with her sexual adventure. What now? She needed a shower, so she stripped naked and headed to the bathroom, discarding her sundress and bikini on the bedroom floor. A long, hot shower washed away the sweat - and other substances of sex - but did nothing to cleanse her of guilt. Her betrayal of Henry’s wife had been unintentional, so she could forgive herself, but still the guilt lingered. To avoid future temptations, she would avoid the cheating bastard, which meant finding a new beach.

Unable to face the wardrobe choices her mother had left her with, she pulled on some white knickers and the floral sundress she had worn that morning. As usual, she didn’t wear a bra. She had intended to stay at home and replay the erotic events of the day, but she realised tomorrow was Sunday, so everything would be closed. Hence, Rebecca forced herself to go to the little pharmacy, just a two-minute walk down the road. She was scarlet with embarrassment when she reached the counter where an old lady waited. “Est-ce que je peux acheter la pilule du lendemain, s’il vous plaît?” Can I buy the morning-after pill, please?

Rebecca was pleased she remembered the French for the morning-after pill.

The old lady smiled kindly. “Ils sont gratuits.” She paused. “As-tu besoin de contraceptifs? Ils sont également gratuits.”

She blushed again, realising she wanted to need the pill. That it was free was just a bonus. She nodded, “Oui, s’il te plaît.”

The old lady smiled, looked her up and down, and then stared pointedly at her groin. “Quand?”

Rebecca’s face was hot, as if she were blushing even more, if that was even possible. “Aujourd’hui.”

The woman nodded. “Le plus tôt sera le mieux.” The sooner the better. The woman turned and disappeared through a door.

Rebecca knew the pill was more effective the sooner she took it, but she still worried about pregnancy for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief when the woman reappeared moments later with a discreet paper bag, which she handed to Rebecca.

“Your French is excellent,” the woman said in heavily accented English. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” The old woman grinned. “I know I loved the boys when I was young, like you.”

Rebecca thanked the woman and left the pharmacy, still blushing. She decided she loved France. An interaction like this would be so awkward in the UK, and she doubted she could have managed it.

With her confidence boosted by the morning’s sexual encounter and her success at the pharmacy, Rebecca spent an hour wandering the streets of Beaulieu. Like all beach resorts, it catered to tourists, yet it was still charming, all narrow, winding streets lined with posh shops and restaurants. On the corner of the picturesque Boulevard Marioni, she smiled when she spotted the Pharmacie Anglaise, glad that she had already solved her pill problem. Further along the street, she found a posh café, with a boulangerie opposite, and plucked up the courage to get a table overlooking the street.

When the waiter arrived, she ordered a drink to celebrate her erotic success. She scanned the plats du jour and ordered moules frites, one of her favourites. When the fizz arrived, she silently toasted the cheating bastard, Henry, who had so enjoyably popped her cherry and sat back contemplating the day’s erotic events. She ripped open the paper bag from the chemist's, read the instructions, and discreetly swallowed a pill.

The mussels arrived, and she messily slurped her way through them, thankful for her large napkin, which was soon smeared with sauce. She decided she had no regrets. Aside from a fleeting moment of pain and blood, the day had been incredible, and she had enjoyed every intimate, messy moment. She grinned to herself, deciding that sex was fun, and that she wanted to experience the intense intimacy and sensations again as soon as possible.

Sex again with Henry was out of the question, but tempting. Guilt about betraying Henry’s wife pricked her conscience. She didn’t mind that he was older. In fact, that was exciting. What she hated was his deception. Which meant she had to find a new partner, but even with her newfound confidence, that was a terrifying prospect.

By the time she paid the bill and walked home, the sun was setting. She had drunk too much, and a self-satisfied glow suffused her. Rebecca vowed she would find someone suitable and have sex again as soon as was humanly possible.

By the time Rebecca got back to her apartment, it was fully dark. Though she was already merry, she poured herself a large G&T and sat on the balcony watching the sea, as usual. To guarantee she would avoid Henry, she looked for another beach. A quick search on her phone found a nearby alternative, the Plage de Grasseuil. It was a narrow strip of pebbles beneath the high retaining wall of an exceptionally posh villa and had no amenities, so it was quiet. That suited her perfectly.

That night, she slept soundly. She didn’t remember any dreams, but when she awoke, her nipples were hard, and she lay on a damp patch on the bed. Rebecca grinned. What am I becoming?

After her shower, she changed her routine, heading to the boulangerie she had spotted the day before for fresh bread and croissants. She was surprised how easy she found it to buy and order. She smiled, pleased that her sexual encounter had boosted her confidence.

After a leisurely breakfast, Rebecca couldn’t find the un-signposted beach. She wandered up and down the Avenue de Grasseuil, where the entrance must be, without luck. In desperation, she tried a narrow alley down the side of a villa, which she had assumed was for access. It led to a steep, zig-zag staircase that ran down past a huge prickly-pear cactus to the beach.

As she descended the stairs, she looked at the massive villa above the beach with envy. Whoever owned that wasn’t just a millionaire. They had to be far wealthier than that. She smiled. Her own family was wealthy, and she had never worried about money, but this was a totally different league.

Rebecca picked out a spot and performed the usual ritual of laying out a towel. Soon, she was happily people-watching, which she found endlessly entertaining. An hour or two later, after a brief dip to cool off, Rebecca spotted the buxom Asian girl who had targeted Henry on the day she first arrived. She watched as the girl descended the zig-zag stairs down to the beach and spread a towel nearby. Rebecca wondered whether she should tell her that Henry wasn’t a widower but was married, though that would mean revealing their intimate encounter. Not now, she decided.

She settled back down with her book, but couldn’t concentrate. The thought of Henry's infidelity nagged at her. Rebecca sighed, knowing the encounter would be embarrassing. She stood and walked over to where the girl lay, topless, on a towel. The girl saw her approach, rolled over, and sat up.

Rebecca was immediately envious. Not only did the girl have enormous tits, but they were perfect. She shook her head. “Hi, I’m Rebecca.” She waved off to her left, and she blushed scarlet. “I saw you at the other beach with Henry a few days ago.”

The girl laughed. Not a cheerful laugh, rueful. “I remember Henry.” The girl grinned. “The widower. His wife returned literally as he came inside me.” The girl paused momentarily. “I fled naked with his spunk oozing down my legs.” She laughed again. “It’s quite funny in hindsight, but I was mortified.”

Rebecca nodded, shocked at the girl’s openness, surprised that the girl had fallen for the man’s pitiful story. “I knew the widower line was just that, the moment he said it.” She paused. “But I was so desperate for sex and so anxious, I just blurted out that I wanted him to fuck me.”

They spent the day together on the beach. She discovered Kim had far more sexual experience than her own meagre account, and Kim told her that, though large, Henry’s dick wasn’t enormous. She suppressed envy when Kim told her that the enormous villa above the beach, which she had so admired on her way down, belonged to Kim’s grandfather.

Rebecca packed her things away late in the afternoon, reluctant to leave her newfound friend. “See you here again tomorrow?”

Kim smiled. “Of course.” She paused for the merest instant. “Fancy dinner tonight in Beaulieu?”

Even with her increased confidence, Rebecca didn’t want to dine alone. “That sounds great.”

Kim led her up into the ornate and immaculate gardens of the villa and through the massive house to the front gates. “Meet you here at eight?”

The villa was on the way into the town, so Rebecca nodded.

That evening, the girls found a restaurant on the seafront by the marina and passed the evening chatting and exchanging intimate secrets.

“I know I’ve only had sex once, but I never expected I’d love it so much. But I do,” Rebecca said. “Before Henry, I was as virgin as a virgin can be.” She laughed. “I’d never even used a dildo.”

Kim looked her up and down. “That’s hard to believe. You’re beautiful, and you must have attracted loads of attention.”

Rebecca smiled. “If I did, I never noticed.”

Kim laughed. “Then we’d better find a nice Frenchman to broaden your experience.” She leered at Rebecca. “You’re really good-looking, beautiful, even if you don’t have any tits, so it will be easy.”

Rebecca put her hands to her flat chest and grinned. “They won’t even look at me. Your tits will draw all the attention.”

Kim giggled. “We’d better find two handsome Frenchmen, then. Well-endowed, obviously.”

A few minutes later, they had a plan: they would go clubbing in Nice on Tuesday.

The next two days sped by. She spent them lazing in the sun with Kim, heading up to the enormous villa for lunch both days, where Kim introduced Rebecca to her grandfather, Isamu. Rebecca decided she liked the slight, white-haired man.

“Don’t let Kimiko get you into too much trouble,” the old man had joked, his dark eyes sparkling.

Tuesday evening arrived, and Rebecca examined the outfits in her wardrobe, taking each out and then rehanging it. She shook her head. Though lovely, she still couldn’t imagine wearing them in public. She prevaricated over a little black dress - a classic look - but decided the semi-transparent dress, which barely covered her bum, was too revealing, even for her erotic mission. Rebecca sighed and picked out the tawny long-sleeved top and baggy black leggings that she had worn for the flight. She had spilt her drink on her lap, so she had put the leggings through the wash.

Knowing Kim planned for them to have sex, she put on some scandalously brief black frilly panties. Next, she pulled on the leggings, which were now skin-tight, leaving a visible panty line. Rebecca sighed, realising she hadn’t checked the washing instructions. She checked herself in the mirror, deciding the leggings were still less scandalous than the clothes her mother had packed. She didn’t bother with a bra and pulled the long-sleeved tawny top over her head. If men didn’t like her flat chest, that was their problem.

She thought about wearing the black trainers she had worn for the flight, but decided they weren’t good enough for a night out, so she picked out the pair of red high heels that almost matched her top. She checked herself in the mirror and nodded. I look good in this outfit! She grinned. A week ago, she’d have been terrified to show herself like this, with the leggings clinging to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. Now, she was still anxious, but also excited.

The buzzer rang, and she pressed the button to let Kim through the gate. A minute later, Kim breezed into the apartment. The moment she arrived, Kim looked Rebecca up and down and nodded. “You look great.” She leered. “That outfit really shows off your fabulous arse, so I’m sure we can attract two suitable men and get you properly fucked tonight.”

Rebecca blushed, reminded of their erotic intent. She had never gone out with the explicit intention of having sex. The idea was both arousing and scary, but her fears were less than she expected. After all, she’d had a dick inside her now and had loved it. She looked at her buxom friend with envy. Kim wore a short-sleeved white blouse and a long pink satin skirt that fell below her knees. The slim, buxom girl made even this modest outfit look incredibly sexy. She smiled. Kim would make any outfit look sexy. The girl was tiny, just five feet, and petite, making her mammoth chest stand out. Rebecca wished she looked that good. “You look gorgeous, and with those tits as magnets, I know we’re both going to get laid.”

They walked down to the main road and took a taxi, which dropped them thirty minutes later on the Promenade des Anglais, right outside the Negresco. A hundred yards along the road, Kim led her down Boulevard Gambetta and across the street into a glitzy nightclub. A bright laser light show illuminated the crowded, dimly lit room. It took ages for them to get to the bar for a drink. Rebecca gulped down her large G&T, nervous about their plan.

“Come on, you’ve got to dance,” Kim said. She grinned. “I know nerdy-you needs a reason for everything, so here are two. First, it draws attention to you. That’s what you want, right? And second, it means you can scan the crowd for men.”

Rebecca understood the reasoning, but was still uncomfortable drawing attention to herself. Especially to attract men for sex! She drew a deep breath and forced a smile. “If you insist, but I’m useless at dancing, you’ll have to help me.”

Kim took her hand and dragged her reluctantly onto the crowded dance floor. “Just do what I do.”

Rebecca was self-conscious, but she tried to gyrate her hips and thrust her chest forward like her confident friend. “I feel like everyone is watching me,” she said, shouting to make herself heard over the loud music.

Kim laughed and leaned forward. “That’s the whole point. Pick out the watchers that you like.”

Rebecca shook her head. “I can’t. You know I’ve only had sex once.”

As they danced, Kim pointed out a succession of men, but none appealed to Rebecca. Similarly, when Rebecca pointed out two men, Kim shook her head. Rebecca had almost despaired when Kim grinned and nodded. Rebecca looked over and saw two older men, in their forties, both with greying hair. The men were both tall and deeply tanned. One was slender, but the other was muscular with broad shoulders and handsome. Rebecca examined their groins. Both had promising bulges. She turned to Kim, grinned, and nodded. “I don’t mind older men.”

Kim took her hand and dragged Rebecca off the dance floor, directly towards the two men. “Do you want to dance with us?” Kim brazenly asked the two men.

The muscular man laughed, ogling Kim, his eyes settling on her chest. “Why not?”

Rebecca suppressed her jealousy that the handsome man had picked her friend, so she smiled and focused on his tall, slim companion. After a few minutes on the dance floor, she had learned the slender man was Auguste, and his friend was Patrice. Rebecca tried flirting with Auguste, but she was awkward, struggling to string two words together. She glanced over at Kim. A flash of jealousy ran through her; Patrice already had his arms around Kim, holding her pressed against him as they danced.

She stared at Auguste’s groin as they danced. The man had an obvious boner. Rebecca wondered how he would compare to her one experience with Henry. Would he be bigger or smaller, and what would his dick be like inside her? Would she get that delicious stretching sensation?

Kim interrupted her musings. “We’re going out to fuck on the beach. Are you two coming?”

Rebecca blushed scarlet, realising that was exactly what she wanted to do. She dragged her gaze away from Auguste’s crotch. Patrice had an arm around Kim’s waist, and the girl was grinning. Rebecca leered at Auguste. “Are we?”

She jumped when Auguste’s hand reached forward between her legs, rubbing the gusset of her leggings. He laughed. “You are soaking wet, so I think that’s a yes.”

He took her hand, and Rebecca let Auguste lead her out of the club, across the Promenade des Anglais and down the ramp to the beach, following close behind Kim and Patrice. They stopped where railings separated the ramp from the beach, with a closed, dark beachside café nearby. Her stomach did flip-flops, but she didn’t care. Rebecca craved the intense sensations she had so enjoyed when Henry fucked her.

Once on the beach, she wasn’t sure what to do. Beside her, Kim was on her knees, already undoing Patrice’s trousers. So Rebecca mimicked her, dropping to her knees in front of Auguste and undoing his trousers. As she did so, Auguste pulled off his T-shirt. The moment the trousers fell around his ankles, Auguste stepped out of them. Before Rebecca could act, the man had also removed his boxer shorts, and he stood naked before her, with a mammoth erection waving in her face.

She grinned to herself. I know exactly what to do now. She pulled back his foreskin, opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Auguste’s fat dick. She knew she had shocked Henry by inhaling his complete length, so she did the same with Auguste’s longer cock. When his tip tickled her tonsils, she forced herself not to cough and pushed her head further forward. Unlike with Henry, there was more than a mere inch to go. As she pushed forward, his dick distended her throat.

Auguste groaned. “That feels wonderful.”

Rebecca bobbed her head, pulling back until the tip of the man’s dick met her lips and then inhaling once more, pushing forward until his wiry pubes scratched against her lips. “Keep going,” Auguste said. “So good.”

She sucked hard and increased the pace, jerking her head backwards and forwards. Auguste moaned. “Oh yes, like that.”

Pleased with her efforts, Rebecca continued to inhale his dick, taking as much as she could down her throat. Auguste drew a deep breath and groaned, and his hands pressed gently behind her head. “I’m going to come.”

Rebecca pulled her head back as the dick in her mouth twitched, and a jet of hot jizz filled her mouth. That’s disgusting! She tried to pull back further, but the hands held her in place as another jet of spunk filled her mouth. She slapped Auguste, and his hands released her. Rebecca jerked her head back, just in time for his dick to spurt a massive rope of cum all over her face. God, that’s even worse.

Rebecca stood up, spat to clear her mouth, and wiped most of the cum off her face as she watched Patrice similarly plaster Kim’s pretty face with spunk, also filling her mouth. Kim turned, swallowed, and grinned at her. “Let’s get fucked side-by-side.” She gestured at the nearby railings separating the path from the beach. “From behind, bent over, holding onto those.”

Rebecca had been fucked in two positions, missionary and cowgirl, and was eager to try something new. She grinned. “That sounds wonderful.” She turned to Auguste. “What do you think?”

The naked man laughed. “I’ll fuck you any way you like.”

The two girls looked at each other. “Let’s do it,” Rebecca said.

She followed Kim over to the railings. She sensed Auguste behind her. His hands gripped the waistband of her leggings and tugged them down to her knees. Her panties followed, slithering down her thighs. Auguste’s firm hands caressed her exposed buttocks. Rebecca was desperate to have his dick inside her, but she turned her head to Auguste. “I want to see what it looks like first. Can I watch Patrice fuck Kim?”

Auguste laughed. “As long as you then let me fuck you.”

When Rebecca turned back, Kim was already bent over, supporting herself on the railing. The busty girl wore just stockings, a suspender belt and her high heels, and looked incredibly sexy. Patrice stood behind Kim, naked, with his stiff boner held in one hand. Rebecca watched as the man rubbed his dick up and down her friend’s shaved slit. Kim gasped when Patrice thrust his hips forward, driving his big, hard cock a few inches into Kim’s wet cunt. That looks so sexy, I hope I look that good! She watched, envious, as the tall, muscular man worked his dick balls-deep into Kim’s pussy, accompanied by Kim’s sighs of pleasure.

Rebecca turned and leered at Auguste’s fat erection and his shiny glans. “Please fuck me now.” Her leggings and panties were already down by her knees, so it was awkward shuffling next to her friend. She pulled her top up, exposing her midriff, and bent over, grabbing the railing to steady herself. She peered back over her shoulder and watched Auguste move behind her, wanking his enormous shaft. His hands ran over the smooth flesh of her backside.

“I love your bottom,” he said.

A strong finger ran along her hairy slit, pressing between her labia. Rebecca sighed when the fingertip sought her entrance and probed inside.

Auguste laughed. “You’re soaking wet. You must really want this.”

She heard Kim exhale and sigh beside her. Rebecca grinned back at the man. “I do.”

She gasped when his tip ran up and down her sensitive slit, impatient for his dick to penetrate her. Thankfully, the tip immediately pressed between her lips and found her entrance. It inched inside her wet cunt, stretching her wonderfully wide. Hands gripped her waist, and the rigid weapon advanced another glorious inch into her wet, hairy grotto.

Auguste sighed. “You might be wet, but your pussy is tight. It’s like fucking an angel.”

Rebecca glowed at the compliment, but her attention remained focused on the incredible sensations as the fat dick inside her crept ever deeper, with the large hands on her waist pulling her back. She loved the pressure of the short, slow thrusts as the massive dick invaded her secret garden, until finally, her pussy felt like it would explode as his wiry pubes tickled her bottom.

Auguste’s weight pressed against Rebecca’s back as he leaned over her, balls-deep in her distended pussy. She gasped when a hand reached around and massaged her clitoris, adding to her pleasure. Another hand crept up inside her top and massaged her tiny tits, tweaking her rock-hard nipples. His hot breath was in her ear. “I’m going to make you come, girl.”

The hand stopped massaging Rebecca’s small tits and grasped her narrow waist. Auguste’s dick slowly withdrew as his fingers massaged her love bump. Her attention focused on the erotic sensations as the two strong fingers stimulated her clitoris, and she savoured the long, languorous thrusts into her tight, wet minge. This slow pounding continued for an eternity until the fingers abandoned her clit, and two hands grasped her waist.

There was a slow increase in pace as the massive cock pistoned smoothly in and out of her teenage cunt. The dick soon rammed hard into her, distending her gloriously, and the powerful hands at her waist pulled her back, forcing the monstrous cock deep inside her. Rebecca’s arousal grew rapidly as the pounding increased in pace. She heard Auguste’s groin slap against her arse with each hard thrust, and her pussy glowed from the repeated dilations.

As the rigid weapon slammed into her, Rebecca knew she was about to climax. She moaned in time with the vicious thrusts into her tight cunt, revelling in the repeated distention. A few thrusts later, her climax overtook her. Rebecca shrieked. “Yes, I’m coming.”

Her cunt rippled against the stiff pole inside her, and her skin shivered. A liquid sensation tickled her thighs as her pussy gushed.

“Shhh,” Kim said beside her. “Or we’ll attract an audience.”

Overwhelmed by her intense orgasm, Rebecca couldn’t care less. She shrieked again. “This is wonderful. I’m coming so hard.” She panted and moaned with pleasure as Auguste continued pounding her pussy.

When her climax subsided, she heard Kim squeal beside her. Rebecca glanced at the naked, buxom girl. She was grinning as the man behind her, grunting with the effort, slammed his dick into her cunt. Kim glanced at Rebecca, leering. “My turn to come.”

As Auguste slowly shafted her dripping twat, Rebecca watched Kim writhe, pushing herself back onto Patrice’s rigid cock. Kim’s face contorted with ecstasy, and she could see the girl’s thighs quiver as she squealed with pleasure. Her enormous boobs bounced with each brutal thrust of Patrice’s cock. Rebecca had never seen anything so erotic. Finally, Kim exhaled in one long sigh of satisfaction. “That was fabulous. I love being fucked hard.” She turned her head and leered at Rebecca. “And I think you do too.”

Rebecca laughed. “I love it.”

The dick pulled out of her wet, tingling minge. She stood and turned around, leaning back against the railings. To her right, Kim was still bent over, with Patrice slamming into her. His muscular frame, beaded with sweat, aroused her. Rebecca watched with envy as Patrice’s glistening dick inched out of her friend’s cunt. As Auguste’s hand reached towards Rebecca’s pussy, she couldn’t help herself. She knelt in front of Patrice and took his dick into her mouth, sucking him clean. Behind her, Kim laughed. “Naughty girl,” Kim said. “I was going to do that.”

Rebecca blushed and jerked her head back, letting the enormous dick leave her mouth and sway in front of her face.

“Let’s swap men and see who pounds us harder,” Kim said, glancing between the two naked, sweaty men.

The idea shocked Rebecca. Though she had just had Patrice’s rigid boner in her mouth, and she preferred the muscular man, she had imagined only Auguste’s cock would invade her cunt, pleasuring her as many times as she desired that evening. She stared at Patrice’s groin. She had spoken no more than a dozen words to the man, but she wanted to stroke his muscular body and to have that fat, rigid cock inside her. Already, Auguste’s dick had surpassed Henry’s, driving her to a long, ecstatic climax, but Patrice looked even bigger. She glanced between Auguste and Patrice and then looked Auguste in the eyes. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Auguste guffawed. “Hell no.” He looked her up and down, and then glanced over at Kim. “You’re a fantastic ride, but I prefer bigger boobs.”

Rebecca lifted her top, exposing her tiny boobs. “What about you, Patrice?”

The man leered at Rebecca. “If you’re up for it, I’d love to destroy your ginger pussy.”

She grinned. “Yes, please, but start gently, as this is only my second time.”

Patrice laughed. “Then you’re in for another treat before I fuck you senseless.”

He took her hand and led Rebecca over to one of the café tables. His powerful hands gripped her waist and lifted her onto its polished surface. The man’s strength aroused her. “Spread your legs.”

Rebecca moved her knees as far apart as she could manage. Patrice knelt so his face was level with her ginger mound. She sighed when his tongue probed her slit, stimulating her clit. She grinned down at him, leaning back slightly, supported by her hands. Rebecca giggled. “That’s lovely, but Henry already did that with me.”

A finger probed and found her wet entrance. She moaned when it pushed inside, hooking around inside as the tongue played with her love bump. “That’s new; I love it.” She looked down and stared as the man stimulated her, his tongue circling her clit and a finger frigging her cunt. She gasped when a second finger joined in the action. Her pussy was now dripping, and gurgled liquidly as the fingers sped in and out, hooked so they stimulated her in all the right places. Her arousal grew, accompanied by the familiar tingling of an approaching orgasm. She moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Liquid dribbled out around the man’s strong fingers when she peaked. Her hips bucked, and she squirmed under the tongue and fingers’ attention as her climax overtook her. When the wonderful shudderings subsided, she giggled. She knew her pussy gushed when she came, but hadn’t realised just how much.

Patrice looked up at her, his face soaked with her juices. “I love girls who squirt.”

Rebecca heard a nearby moan. She turned and watched, appalled, as three of Auguste’s fingers pushed in and out of Kim’s backside.

A finger pushed back into her dripping entrance, forcing Rebecca’s attention back on her handsome partner. Patrice stared up at her, his face filled with lust. “I want to fuck you right now.”

Rebecca laughed, wrenching her gaze away from where fingers still violated Kim’s arse, glad his urgency matched her own. “Yes, please!”

When Rebecca turned back to face him, Patrice picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them over to the seawall, where he swung her around so that Rebecca’s back was against the smooth plaster. Rebecca dropped her feet to the ground and lifted her arms as Patrice pulled her top over her head, leaving her lithe torso naked.

His teeth and tongue toyed with her hard nipples before he kissed her, and his hands reached down to part her thighs. The man bent his knees, so his dick was at the right level. She reached down and grasped his fat shaft, guiding his tip between her legs until it pressed between her inner lips.

When Patrice thrust into her, Rebecca squealed. Her wet cunt, already stretched by Auguste, was now distended almost painfully by this fat monster. She stared into Patrice’s blue eyes as his mammoth boner pressed ever deeper into her, until his groin pushed against her belly, almost lifting her from her feet with his dick hilt-deep inside her. Rebecca was replete, stretched almost to bursting point. She moaned. “God, you’re so big.”

Patrice leered. “You like being fucked hard, do you?”

“I think I do.”

Patrice chortled. “Good.”

His dick withdrew, almost leaving her tight twat, and then rammed home, lifting her onto tiptoes again. Her pussy tingled beautifully from the pressure of being stretched so wide.

Over Patrice’s shoulder, she saw that Kim was bent over a table, with her huge tits pressed against the polished surface. Kim's hands reached back and spread her cheeks wide. Behind her, Auguste was naked and holding his long, stiff boner. Patrice’s mammoth dick slammed into her, lifting her from her feet, dragging her attention back to the sensations coursing through her.

Kim squealed, and Rebecca glanced at her Asian friend, just in time to see Auguste’s dick push into Kim’s sphincter. Kim moaned. “Oh yes, fill me up.”

Rebecca watched aghast as the rigid cock inched into her friend’s back passage. I could never do that! It’s just disgusting. But Kim squealed and moaned in obvious pleasure as the long, fat cock slowly and smoothly pistoned in and out.

Patrice’s rigid weapon slammed into Rebecca’s pussy, lifting her onto tiptoes once more. She squealed in delight, and her arousal grew with each thrust as the man’s mammoth cock punished her cunt. The now-familiar sensation of an impending orgasm built quickly, centred on where the fat cock stretched her wide open. When her climax peaked, Rebecca shrieked. “I’m coming.” Her cunt rippled against her intimate invader, and again liquid oozed down her legs. Patrice leaned forward and kissed her hard as his dick rammed into her again and again. Rebecca moaned with pleasure.

Patrice broke from their kiss as her shuddering subsided. He grinned and stared into her lust-filled eyes. “You do like it hard, don’t you?”

Rebecca moaned softly as his fat dick slowly moved in and out. She nodded. “That was marvellous.”

Kim shrieked and yelled, “Fuck my arse.”

Rebecca forced her attention away from the rampant dick still slamming into her pussy and looked at her friend. Kim was now on her back on the table, with Auguste’s dick slamming hilt-deep into her sphincter. Kim noticed her attention. “You must try it,” Kim gasped between the thrusts into her backside. “It’s so intense. Far better than in the pussy.”

It looked revolting. But Kim obviously loved it. Rebecca shook her head. “I can’t. I mean, I won’t.”

Auguste’s hands gripped Kim’s thighs, pulling her hard onto his erection with each thrust. Rebecca stared, appalled and aroused, as Kim thrashed and moaned loudly in ecstasy as she climaxed. Rebecca shook her head in a mix of revulsion and arousal. “You can have anal orgasms?” she whispered.

Patrice grinned as he rammed his stiff rod deep inside Rebecca again. “Yes. Do you want one?”

She shook her head violently. “No, no, no. It’s too revolting.” But the idea now aroused her more than it disgusted her.

Patrice looked back over his shoulder at where Auguste and Kim were now standing, pressed together with arms around each other, kissing. “In that case, I’m going to fuck Kim’s backside. Auguste can’t have all the bum fun,” he said, leering. He leaned forward again and kissed Rebecca passionately. “That was fantastic, thank you. You’re a great fuck for a beginner.”

Rebecca glowed at the praise, but was disappointed when he withdrew the huge, fat dick from her dripping cunt. When he walked towards Auguste and Kim, she realised the disappointment wasn’t just that she felt empty, but that part of her wanted to experience a dick in her arse.

The two men laughed and exchanged a few words in rapid-fire French, but Rebecca caught the gist; the two girls were slags but fantastic fucks. Rebecca’s face burned scarlet once more. Yes, what we’ve done is truly slutty. Fucked on a thirty-minute acquaintance and a dance. But she had zero regrets. Everything had been intensely arousing, erotic, and had made her come. Several times. She grinned. That’s the best bit.

Auguste approached with his slimy boner gleaming in front of him. “Are you ready for another round?”

Her pussy was tingling, but still wet. She nodded and reached down to grasp his thick erection. “I can’t wait.” She guided his dick into her now gaping slit, gasping as he rammed it hard inside her in one long thrust.

Rebecca stared into his eyes as his dick rammed repeatedly into her glowing cunt, revelling in the stretching sensations. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Auguste’s waist, driving his dick even deeper into her greedy pussy. The smooth plaster of the seawall pressed hard against her back as the man grunted with effort as he pounded her. “Yes, just like that,” she squealed between thrusts.

It wasn’t long before another orgasm approached. She wailed and moaned as her cunt clamped hard against the pork sword inside her. Auguste groaned, and a hot, liquid rush filled her pussy as the dick spurted his seed deep inside her. More flooded into her with each thrust until the man was spent. Rebecca giggled, realising that with her legs up around his waist, it wouldn’t ooze down her thighs. She leaned forward and kissed the older man. “That was fantastic.”

Rebecca tried to lower her feet to the ground, but her high heels were entangled behind Auguste’s back. She panicked for a moment, fully impaled on his enormous boner, until she unhooked them. Auguste laughed at her frightened expression. He smiled and shook his head. “You know I’d never have let you fall.”

The slim Frenchman leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She was disappointed when his dick pulled slowly out of her sodden cunt.

Behind him, she heard Patrice groan loudly just as Kim screamed. She looked over at her friend. Patrice slammed his rampant cock into Kim’s derriere three times, as she writhed and squealed, each time pausing when he was hilt-deep. When the man pulled his dick out, Kim’s sphincter gaped wide open, a dark, red-rimmed chasm. After a moment, a creamy trickle of cum oozed out of Kim’s abused sphincter as the girl sighed in pleasure. “I love it when someone comes in my arse.”

Rebecca was aghast, but she wished handsome, muscular Patrice had come inside her, too. How could Kim enjoy anything that left her arse gaping wide open like that? Surely it was painful?

Kim laughed, and Rebecca realised she had asked that out loud. “It looks awful, doesn’t it?” Kim paused. “But it feels incredible. You really should try it,” Kim said. “It’s wonderful, my favourite thing ever!”

Rebecca wasn’t convinced. The idea appalled her, but she had stared, unable to tear her eyes away, as Kim’s arse was reamed. Though it looked revolting, the buxom girl really had loved it, squealing in delight throughout. It had even made her come. And, she finally admitted to herself, the idea was intriguing. What must it feel like? “Maybe next time,” she replied non-committally.

Kim snorted. She turned to the two men, who, disappointingly, were now dressing. “Don’t you want to fuck us again?”

The half-naked men glanced at each other and grinned. “Of course we do. Why wouldn’t we?” Auguste said. “But later, I’m spent.”

Patrice laughed. “Me too.”

As the girls dressed, they arranged to meet at the club again on Friday evening. They exchanged phone numbers. Rebecca grinned, glad she now had Patrice’s. Three days until they would meet again.

Ten minutes later, Rebecca slumped against the comfortable back seat of a taxi. “Wow, that was fantastic,” she said, “but, boy, am I tired now.”

Kim giggled. “Hardly surprising. You came four times and shrieked like a banshee every time.”

Rebecca’s face flushed, knowing her shrieks had attracted their audience. “Sorry about that.” Kim squirmed on the seat, looking uncomfortable. Rebecca couldn’t help herself. “Do you really like a dick in your bottom?”

Kim leered. “I know I shouldn’t, but I do. It feels so good in all the wrong ways.” She giggled. “And the orgasms are so intense. Far better than in my pussy.”

“Really? It just seems so revolting. I mean, it’s where we go to the toilet.”

Kim laughed. “I saw you. You let Auguste fuck you with the dick he’d just pulled out of my backside. You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”

Rebecca still wasn’t sure, but the idea was no longer out of the question.

To Be Continued.