A Change in Fortune Ch. 03

Chapter 3

Leaving Bavaria, I headed east over the border to Salzburg, Austria. I spent a few days there, attending a Mozart concert and seeing the sights. Classical music wasn't what I usually listened to, but I enjoyed the 'classics', and you couldn't go to Salzburg without listening to the maestro. Over the next week, I meandered through Austria and Northern Italy, eventually arriving in Venice. I was delighted with my choice of car; it was powerful and handled like a dream, and I could cruise with the top down, enjoying the sun as well as the wind ruffling my hair. The routes and stops I'd chosen so far have also been excellent.

I booked into a good hotel, intending to stay for five nights to leisurely explore as much of Venice as possible at my own pace. It was a beautiful city, as I'd expected, and with the help of the hotel staff, I planned the next four days so as not to miss anything. I'd not been successful with any hook-ups since my stay in Bavaria. Opportunities had certainly been there, but none had felt 'right'. While one-night stands were certainly enjoyable, somehow, their appeal was lessening. Perhaps I needed more emotional involvement than I'd realised to fully enjoy sex? At least with Framke and Agnes, I saw them over a number of days and could spend some quality time with them, as well as the insanely hot sex.

On my second day there, I hired a gondola and relaxed as they took me around the canals to see the sights. The gondolier was obviously very knowledgeable and, as I spoke fluent Italian, was more than happy to explain the history as we went up and down the canals. I was sitting at the front, looking backwards, and as we traversed one canal, I noticed a tour group towards the side. I gasped, as towards the rear of the group was the most stunning woman I'd ever seen in my life. Both in person, online or on screen. She was tall, possibly nearly six feet tall, slim, with legs that went on forever, joining at a pert, apple-shaped bottom. The dress she wore clung to her curves from her mid-thigh over that wonderful bottom, slim waist and curved outwards to breasts that should look too large for her frame, but on this goddess looked just right. Topping it was the face of an angel, hair so fair it was almost white and neatly tied and flowing over her bare back. She was wearing red lipstick but didn't appear to have much other makeup on, and she didn't need it. I was too far away to see the colour of her eyes, but as we moved further, she looked in my direction and smiled. The gondolier saw my expression, glanced to the side and quietly whistled in appreciation.

"Mamma Mia!" he exclaimed. "È bellissima!"

As a building hid her from our view, I finally found my voice.

"Wow, I agree! She was truly beautiful!"

For the rest of that day and all the next, I hoped to bump into her to no avail. The chances she was single were minuscule anyway, but a man can dream! On the morning of my last full day in Venice, I received a call from my solicitor. He had verbally agreed on a settlement of nearly £1m from my previous employer for unfair dismissal, loss of future earnings and reputational damage to me. It was much more than I'd expected, so I agreed he could proceed. I would need to sign some papers, and I advised him of my plans over the next fortnight in Italy so they could courier them to my hotel in Rome.

Strolling around the city in a great mood, I had an overpriced lunch in St Mark's Square, watching the other tourists mingling and gazing at the buildings, before continuing my tour. Standing on one of the numerous bridges, I ate an ice cream and watched the world go by. Emerging from under the bridge came a gondolier. At the front were a man and two women, one of whom was the goddess I'd seen earlier that week. They were chatting, with the man enthusiastically indicating points of interest to them. Aphrodite, for it couldn't have been anyone else, looked up at me and smiled again. I stared transfixed back at her until my ice cream fell off the cone with a splash into the water below. The woman smirked at my gormlessness, and they were soon gone from view again.

I chuckled to myself. I would say it was love at first sight if I were still a teenager, but I certainly wouldn't forget someone as beautiful anytime soon. Unfortunately, my time was now up in Venice. It was a city I had enjoyed visiting and would certainly like to revisit. From Venice, I drove down the east coast of Italy, stopping numerous times before heading west, over the central mountains to Rome.

I spent a few days in Rome looking at the numerous ancient sites, and it made me think of Serapha again. She would have been born before many of these were built, which was difficult to comprehend. It also made me ponder how I would have any meaningful relationships. Would I have a succession of short flings? That would soon lose its appeal, I thought. Could I trust someone to understand and keep it a secret that I would not age very fast? Would I want to remain with someone as they aged, and I didn't? Was that shallow of me? Yes, probably, but also undoubtedly true. While in Rome, I signed the papers from my solicitor and then travelled north to Florence and Pisa before turning west towards France and Spain.

So far, I'd spent two months on my travels and only had one more before I needed to leave the EU. I had planned to take a quick tour of Spain and possibly Portugal if time allowed before heading north through France to Calais, but I would have to cut out Portugal and most of Spain for another time. Heading towards Monaco for my next stop, I pulled into a rest stop on the road. The deserted rest area had about twenty parking bays, several picnic tables and a small toilet block. It was late in the evening, and the sun was starting to set. Pisa had taken more of my time than I'd imagined, so I had left later than planned. I phoned the hotel to inform them I would be late and used the stop to go to the toilet.

As I returned to my car, a small, Spanish-registered Citroen C1 drove in, sounding like a box of spanners, and parked. Steam hissed from the bonnet as it stopped, and a young woman jumped out and swore. I had to pass her to get to my car, so I asked if I could do anything to help. It was not that I was mechanically minded, but I felt I should offer. As she went to open the bonnet, I warned her not to, in case she scolded herself. Thanking me and calling herself an idiot not to think of that, she put her hands on her hips and looked at her car in annoyance.

"Do you have breakdown cover?" I asked her.

That spurred her into action, and she found the number and called them.

"Shit!" she exclaimed. "Number ninety in the bloody queue!"

I did not want to leave her alone with a broken-down car in the middle of nowhere, especially as it would soon be dark, so I suggested she sit in my car while we waited for them to answer.

"Why don't you take a photo of me and my car with the registration and send it to someone?" I suggested to her as she considered the wisdom of getting into a stranger's vehicle.

Disconnecting her call, the young woman took my photo and sent it to her mother with a message saying what had happened. Then she climbed into the passenger seat and redialed the breakdown service. She was now eighty-eighth in the queue, so she put her phone on loudspeaker so she didn't have to hold it.

While we waited, we introduced ourselves to each other. Her name was Yasmin, and she had been visiting her father in Italy. He was Spanish but had moved to Italy after he had split up with her mother ten years ago. Her mother was French-Algerian and lived in the Pyrenees on a small holding in the middle of nowhere. Yasmin herself had long brown hair and a pretty face. She was slim with small, possibly B-cup breasts. She had a very bubbly personality and could talk for Spain, if not the whole of Europe!

We had been chatting for nearly an hour when her call was eventually answered. Yasmin explained where we were and what had happened and was told a breakdown truck would be sent to her. Somehow, after she'd put the phone down and we resumed our conversation, she had me telling her of my travels, and I'm not sure how, but also the hook-ups I'd had. Before I knew she'd done it, she was getting me to tell her in detail about Framke, Agnes and Harmony. Each time I tried to change the subject, she would pump me for more information and wouldn't take no for an answer. She would make an extremely good interrogator if she wanted to be! It was two more hours before the breakdown truck arrived, so all my exploits since my trip started had been shared by the time it arrived. They couldn't fix her car but could tow it to a garage near where she lived with her mother. She already knew I was travelling along the south coast of France and then down to Barcelona, and before I knew it, she had invited herself along with me. She was great fun, and from her frequent glances towards my groin, probably more than happy to share my bed tonight, so I had no objection to her accompanying me.

Resuming my journey to Monaco, now with a chatty companion, we quickly passed her little car on the back of the breakdown truck and headed into the night, arriving very late in Monaco after stopping en route for something to eat. After confirming she was happy to share my room, we retired upstairs.

After entering, Yasmin excused herself to use the bathroom while I unpacked. I was staying in Monaco for a few nights before moving on, and Yasmin wasn't rushing to get home.

"Now," she said after emerging from the bathroom and wrapping her arms around my neck. "Let's see if these exploits of yours are true!"

"How about a shower together first?" I asked her. "I'm hot and sticky from the road and could do with a wash."

We quickly striped off and entered the shower, Yazmin's eyes growing wide as saucers when my nine-inch cock came into view. We hugged, fondled and soaped every part of each other's bodies, learning every contour and crevice. I then carried her to the bed once we were suitably clean and fairly dry.

I started, as I often did, by going down on her and eating her pussy. I'd found penetration was much easier and less painful for the woman after I'd made them extremely wet and aroused, and I also adored the taste of a woman as she orgasmed. Yvette was a very willing recipient of my tongue's travels, guiding me to where she wanted me to explore next and telling me in graphic detail what she felt. Sex was clearly something she was familiar with, and she knew what she wanted, and she wasn't shy in asking, which was fine by me.

For our first time, Yvette rode me cowgirl style to a wonderful orgasm. After a brief recovery period, she used her mouth to expertly resurrect my cock and then wanted me to fuck her hard, doggy style. I thought I was fluent in Spanish, but she taught me several new and interesting swear words as I pounded into her. I lost count of the different positions she wanted to make love or fuck in, and we didn't fall asleep until halfway through the night.

After breakfast, we toured Monaco, looking at all the expensive boats in the harbour, and Yvette persuaded me to take her to the famous casino that evening. As she didn't have suitable clothes, this meant buying her a dress, which I didn't mind. Monaco had no shortage of high-end fashion boutiques, and she delighted in trying on dress after dress and modelling them for me. I wasn't a gambling man, unless you count doing the lottery or playing the stock market, so we watched the games to begin with. Eventually, Yvette had me try craps, blackjack and roulette. To my surprise, my luck at gaming was at least as good as with the lottery, and we ended up winning nearly fifty thousand Euros, which I insisted we split fifty-fifty, to her shock, surprise and excitement.

Retiring to bed, we were still buzzing with the thrill of our wins in the casino. After making love twice and then cumming over her breasts and face, Yvette asked where we were heading next. I realised I'd forgotten to book a hotel for the next night, so I asked her where she wanted to stay.

"I've got an idea of where it could be fun," she said. "Do you trust me? Can I book somewhere in the morning and make it a surprise?"

"Sure!" I responded, laughing. "I'm up for anything."

Yvette's eyes lit up in excitement with what she had planned, and she cuddled up close to me as we drifted off to sleep, with me no the wiser about where we would be heading. We left the hotel mid-morning after a yummy breakfast. Before we left Monte Carlo, though, I wanted to drive around the Grand Prix circuit. The circuit uses public roads around the Principality and is very busy, with two-way traffic. I lowered the roof before we set off, and with our shades on, we tried to look cool and part of the uber-rich frequenting the city, although I think we failed miserably! On our second and last tour around the circuit, we cruised along the harbourside, taking in our last views of the expensive yachts, when I had to stop at a pedestrian crossing. I was lusting after a particularly large and impressive yacht when Yasmin gasped.

"Holy shit, who's that?"

I turned to watch as the woman I'd named Aphrodite strutted across the road as if she owned the place. The other pedestrians left a respectful distance around her, aware they were in the presence of a Goddess.

"I'd give my firstborn child away for a chance to have her wrap those legs around my neck!"               Yazmin murmured to herself.

"Don't say you wouldn't either!" she told me when she realised I'd overheard her.

"I don't disagree," I replied, setting off again. "I saw her twice in Venice as well. I've never seen anyone as beautiful or stylish."

Yazmin watched the Goddess out of the side mirror as we drove away. She then directed me along the coast roads, and we stopped in Cannes for lunch and a look around the town. From there, we continued our leisurely drive, arriving in Saint-Tropez mid-afternoon for more sightseeing. Leaving Saint-Tropez, Yazmin guided me off the main road, and she eventually announced we had arrived at our next stop. As we pulled in, I turned to her and saw an anxious face looking back.

"I thought you might like it here?" she asked nervously.

"A nudist resort?" I replied, laughing. "Well, I've never been to one, but I'm happy to give it a go!"

"Great!" she replied in relief. "It will be great fun, you'll see!"

She hugged my arm before we got out of the car to check-in. As we approached the reception, she stopped and added.

"One other thing. I hope you don't mind, but an ex works here. Can you pretend to be my current boyfriend to make him jealous?"

"Sure," I answered. "Come on, let's find out which unit we're staying in."

The check-in was smooth and they gave us a key and a leaflet explaining the etiquette expected during our stay. You should respect other guests' privacy; photography isn't allowed; sexual acts should be kept indoors, and things like that. Yazmin told me as we drove towards our cabin that as long as those around you were not uncomfortable, most 'rules' were not strictly enforced. As we slowly drove along the lanes between the units, we saw all manner of bodies. The majority were couples in their fifties or older, but a good number were in their thirties or forties, with a scattering of twenty-somethings. Bodies came in all shapes and sizes, and everyone was happy to 'let it all hang out'.

After unpacking, we stripped off and went for a stroll to explore the site. Yasmin appeared to be proud to be with me, and she held her arm around my waist, keeping me close and letting everyone know I was 'hers'. I was proud of her on my arm as well. She had a good body, and we both received subtle and not-so-subtle stares.

We were both hungry, so once we found the restaurant, we entered and ordered dinner. Walking around naked was easy for me to get used to, but sitting in a restaurant took a bit longer. The food was fine and the views interesting. After we'd eaten, Yasmin took me down to the adjacent beach, where we swam in the Mediterranean. After frolicking in the waves, Yazmin fondled my cock until I was erect and then jumped and wrapped her legs around me before positioning my cock and impaling herself on my pole. We fucked in the waves as the sun sank over the horizon, something I'd recommend to anyone.

Strolling back to our cabin, we decided to use the communal shower block rather than the one in our hut. The block had several cubicles separated by waist-high walls. As almost everyone was naked the whole day, showering on display to other people wasn't seen as an issue. As we entered, three other couples were showering together. One pair in particular, a couple in their sixties, looked to be enjoying themselves. Although they were older, they were in good shape, and the woman was openly wanking the man whilst surreptitiously glancing around to see if they were being watched, which I think she wanted. Yasmin stood with her back to me, facing them, and we watched as the woman brought the man to a climax over her. While Yazmin was watching, I soaped her front, paying attention to her breasts and pussy. When the woman had finished, the couple kissed and washed each other with evident love for each other. Yasmin, by now, was becoming more aroused, and she put her hands on the low wall and urged me to enter her and fuck her from behind. Seeing as all the couples in the showers were watching us and not complaining about our actions, I readily complied. Yasmin was more vocal than usual, and the exhibitionist in her quickly brought her to a noisy orgasm before she dropped to her knees and wanked me until I climaxed over her face.

The other couples soon finished off washing and left for their lodgings, each with a hunger in their eyes. I imagined they would be making love as soon as their doors were closed behind them. We left soon after too, making love again when we went to bed.

The following morning, we headed to the beach after breakfast in the restaurant. Yasmin, this time, urged me to walk along the dunes before getting to the beach. As we walked, Yasmin held my cock, which with an occasional stroke she kept fully erect. We'd seen other men occasionally walking around with erections, and, especially down on the beach, it appeared to be accepted.

Cresting one small dune, we stopped when we saw a young woman lying on a towel with two older men kneeling on each side. She had their erections in her hands and was wanking them vigorously. As we watched, both men ejaculated over her breasts, much to the woman's delight. Another man was standing nearby, wanking himself, and as the first two departed with a smile, he approached the woman. Initially, he went to kneel between her legs to fuck her, but that wasn't what she wanted. Instead, she took him in her mouth and gave him a blow job, finishing him off over her breasts again.

"Do you want to do that with her?" Yasmin asked me as she caressed my erection.

I had read about these situations and seen video clips of similar things online, so I was happy to join in. The woman was in her mid-to-late twenties, with C or D-cup breasts, a slightly chunky, but not fat, build, and a pleasant-looking face. Yasmin led me by my erection towards the woman, and she looked towards us as we approached. When she saw the erection Yasmin was holding, she gasped and gestured me to her. Yasmin let go of my cock, and the woman quickly and reverently grasped it, cooing in delight. Wasting no time, she took me into her mouth and proceeded to give me a blow job and even managed to deep-throat me, to my and Yasmin's surprise.

Whilst I was getting a blowjob, Yasmin knelt by the woman and ran her fingers over the woman's pussy. The woman soon opened her legs wider so Yasmin had more access, and Yasmin inserted two fingers into her as she rubbed the lady's clit with her thumb. Feeling my orgasm approaching, the woman took her mouth off me and started to wank me instead, aiming me at her already cum covered chest. When my cum erupted, she was caught unprepared for how much cum I produced, and the first three ropes spattered on her face before she re-aimed lower onto her breasts. Her face was now coated with my cum, and I'd doubled the amount already on her tits, much to her enjoyment.

Yasmin still had two fingers deep inside the woman, and as she continued to finger her, the woman lay on her back and opened her legs as wide as she could. As I watched, Yasmin added a third and then a fourth finger before the woman called out to Yasmin.

"Yes! Do it!"

I was amazed as Yazmin added her thumb before slowly and carefully inserting her whole hand into the woman's vagina. Once inserted, she proceeded to fuck her with her hand, much to the woman's pleasure. After the woman had climaxed twice, Yazmin withdrew her hand and offered her fingers to the woman for her to lick clean. Watching the act had brought my erection back to full strength, and seeing it again, the woman turned over onto her knees and begged me to fuck her. I entered her easily, her cunt already stretched from Yasmin's hand. Holding the woman's hips, I fucked her vigorously, knowing she could accommodate my length and thickness without any issues. The woman climaxed twice more before I spilt my seed deep inside her.

We left the woman lying on her back with a smile on her lips. I don't know if she wanked any other men who came long or returned to her lodge to recover, but she wasn't there when we left at lunch.

The rest of the day was spent lazing in the sun or frolicking in the sea. We briefly returned to the complex to buy a baguette for lunch but returned to the beach for the afternoon. As we walked back late in the afternoon, Yasmin clutched my arm, her head resting against my shoulder and my arm around hers. We entered a bar, and as I was ordering us a drink, she suddenly stiffened and clutched my arm tighter.

"Are you okay?" I asked in alarm.

"It's my ex!" she responded in shock. "Over there with the woman we met on the beach!"

Sitting at a table was a thin, tanned man with a heavy gold chain around his neck, a thin, wispy attempt at a beard and numerous earrings in one ear. Both arms were heavily tattooed, and one was around the woman we had met on the beach, taking on all-comers. Seeing Yasmin, he stood and gestured for her to come over. The woman with him had been fondling his cock under the table, and he proudly pointed it towards Jasmin as she walked over. The bar wasn't busy, and I could just about hear them talking, with him proudly showing her his girlfriend and letting her know how good life was now for him. Jasmin had told me how much of a dick he had been to her, and she had been glad when they broke up, and he'd left. He put the woman's hand back onto his cock and indicated he wanted her to continue to masturbate his poor excuse for an erection in front of Jasmin.

The barmaid finished our drinks, so I took them over to Jasmin. As I reached the table, Jasmin stepped to one side, and he noticed me for the first time. He quickly scanned my body, realising his physique was no match for mine and noticing that my flaccid cock was bigger than his erection. I kissed Jasmin, holding our cold drinks against her nipples. They rose to the occasion, and after she had taken her drink, she turned back to her Ex to introduce me. As she did, her other hand held my cock and started fondling me. Soon, the blood was rushing south, and my cock rose to point to the couple at the table. The woman from the beach licked her lips as she saw my erection once more, remembering where it had been earlier that day. Yasmin's Ex's erection soon started to wilt, no matter how his new girlfriend tried to stimulate it, and quickly, he made some excuse, and they left the bar. Yasmin was delighted to have embarrassed and belittled him after all the cruel things he'd said to her when they split up.

We sat at the now-empty table, and Yasmin left my cock alone, wanting to save our fun for when we were alone later. We had a great evening in the bar. They had a karaoke machine, which, with some persuasion, Yasmin and I sang along to. The older couple from the shower the night before were also there, and we shared a quick conversation. Nothing was said about the previous night; I got the impression that 'What happens in Rome, stays in Rome' was taken seriously here. Late into the night, when everybody was either drunk or not far off, we were told we had one last turn at the Karaoke. Yasmin had been sitting on my knee, and I'd been fingering her under the table to get her in the mood for when we turned in, so neither of us was expecting to get up in front of everyone again.

I managed to get my erection to subside to some extent by the time we made it to the machine. When the song started, it was a duet, and we took turns singing. I started first, and as my part came to an end, Yasmin dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hand. When her part started, she pretended my cock was the microphone, to a loud roar of amusement from the patrons of the bar, especially when my erection quickly returned. We carried on for the rest of the song like this, with Yasmin licking my helmet when I was singing to keep me aroused. As the song finished, we received the biggest cheer of the evening. We bowed to our audience, and I then lifted Yasmin and plonked her onto my cock to more applause. With her legs wrapped around me and my cock buried deep inside her, I walked us back to our hut to finish what we'd started.

After breakfast, we went down to the beach for one last dip. It was still relatively early, and only a few people were around. We'd made love twice before breakfast, so we didn't get up to any shenanigans on the beach, preferring to use the time to swim and splash about. Back in our hut, we packed and dressed. Me in shorts and espadrilles with no top, and Yasmin in a strappy top, shorts and sandals. It was another beautiful sunny day, so we drove with the roof down along the coast towards her home in the Pyrenees.

We stopped in the walled medieval town of Carcassonne at midday and toured the stunning town, having lunch in a delightful restaurant that Yasmin knew. I'd seen pictures of the town online, and it had been on my wish list of places to visit. It certainly lived up to the hype. Leaving Carcassonne, we headed towards the mountains, and as we reached the foothills, Yazmin told me more about her mother, Farah.

Farah had been born in France to Algerian parents, and was in her early fifties. She'd married Yazmin's Spanish father but had divorced when Yazmin was ten when he'd moved to Italy. Shortly after they had married, they moved to her current home, deep in the mountains. The house sat on a modest plot of land next to a small river and was reached at the end of a long, gravel forest track. Her mum was into an alternative lifestyle, growing most of her fruit and vegetables, fishing in the river or hunting for food and keeping chickens and goats for eggs, milk and meat. Lastly, she was prone to walking about naked whenever the weather was warm enough. Having spent the last few days at a nudist camp, I didn't think that would be too much of a problem, but it was good to have been warned.

We arrived at their local village late in the afternoon and drove further into the mountains, eventually turning off onto a gravel track. Yazmin assured me my BMW would cope with the track, insisting it was well maintained. Her little car probably had no more ground clearance than mine, so she was doubtless correct. When she'd warned me the gravel track was long, she wasn't lying! It seemed to go on forever, winding up into the dense forest on the mountainside.

We eventually turned a corner, and her home came into view. It was a modest-sized log cabin nestling close above a river. As we pulled up, we heard someone chopping wood around the back.

"That will be my Mum," Yazmin told me. "The stove runs on wood, and we use it to heat the water and the house in the Winter. Come on; I'll introduce you."

I went to put on a T-shirt, but Yazmin told me not to bother. Taking my hand, she led me around the house. As Yazmin had described, her mother was of medium height and slightly stocky, but I imagine much of that was muscle. Her long brown hair was tightly braided, falling to her waist. She was wearing some loose-fitting dungarees, so her back was bare. As she was standing in profile to us, each time she swung the long-handled axe, I could see her large breasts hanging unfettered beneath the dungarees. It was quite a sight. Her breasts must have been at least an E-cup, and her dungarees were doing a poor job trying to keep them confined as she attacked the woodpile.

"Hi, Mum, I'm home!" Yazmin called out.

Farah paused and turned fully towards us. Putting the axe down, she approached and hugged Yazmin in greeting.

"This is Mike," Yazmin said. "He's the one who helped me when my car broke down."

"What?" Farah asked. "What happened to your car?"

"I left you a message," Yazmin explained. "My car broke down, and I had to have it towed back here. Mike kindly drove me here, and we've spent the last few days together. I sent you a photo of Mike and his car in case anything happened to me!"

"Oh," Farah replied. "I haven't looked at my mobile since you left for your dad's. Hi Mike, pleased to meet you. You look strong. You can do the chopping while Yazmin and I stack the logs."

"Let us just quickly get changed, Mum," Yazmin said. "And then we'll be right out."

We returned to the car and brought our bags in, and Yazmin directed me to put my bags in her room. I didn't have any work clothes, but Yazmin found me an old pair of her father's shorts at the back of a cupboard. Coming back outside, Farah had staked a new pile of logs to be split. Taking up the axe, I then started work. It took a few minutes to get the hang of it, never having chopped wood before, but I got into a good rhythm once I did.

I chopped for the next few hours, and the women stacked the logs. It was hot, sweaty work in the sun, and all three of us were dripping with sweat by the time Farah announced we had done enough. Leaning the axe against the chopping block, I wiped my brow. As I did, Farah slipped the straps of her dungarees off her shoulders and stepped out of them. As she bent to pull them over her feet, her large breasts swung below her. Seeing me stare at her mum, Yazmin poked me in the ribs.

"Pervert!" she giggled. "Stop ogling my mum!"

Her mum laughed as she stepped over to an outdoor shower and pulled a chain to release the water.

"Ha! He can ogle all he wants! I certainly intend to when he removes those shorts!"

"There is a lot to ogle!" Yazmin replied, snuggling into me.

While the two women were talking, Yazmin had stripped off as well and waited next to the shower for her turn. I watched Farah as she soaped her body and rinsed off the sweat. She had an allover tan, which wasn't surprising, and a thick bush of pubes and underarm hair. She might have been in her early fifties, but she was still attractive, and the resemblance with Yazmin was unmistakable, apart from their breasts. Farah made the most of washing her pendulous breasts, knowing how good they must look. For a woman her age who presumably hadn't worn a bra for decades and with breasts that large, there was very little sag in them.

As her mum stepped away from the shower to dry herself, Yazmin stepped under, shivering briefly from the cold water. Like her mum's, Yazmin's nipples soon stood proudly on her breasts from the effects of the cold water. After Yazmin had finished and was drying herself, I slid my shorts down and walked over to the shower. If Yazmin was happy for me to display my body to her mum, I wasn't going to complain. Farah studied me as I showered under the cold water. Her eyes darting over my muscles and lingering on my cock. Due to the exertion from all the chopping and now the cold water, my cock stayed flaccid, but it was still six inches long and thick.

Once I was washed and refreshed, I dried myself. Both women had remained naked, so I assumed that was expected of me, too. Yazmin went inside and quickly returned with three cold bottles of lager. Around the side of the house, down nearer the river, were some benches where we sat to drink and chat. Yazmin sat close to me, with Farah at an angle to us on another bench.

Farah was obviously very comfortable with her body, and she relaxed on the bench, not caring whether her legs were closed or not. Yazmin told her about her trip to see her father and how she had met up with me. Farah was shocked at my generosity as Yazmin retold our trip to the casino and about how I'd won fifty thousand Euros, giving Yazmin half.

"If Yazmin hadn't been there," I explained. "I wouldn't have gone to the casino and won anything. Besides, I'm comfortably off, and Yazmin has been wonderful company over the last few days, so I don't begrudge it in any way."

Yazmin then told her mother of our trip to the nudist camp and of meeting her Ex.

"How is the little shit?" Fatima asked. "Still full of himself?"

Yazmin then described how we'd met him in the bar and how he'd tried to intimidate her by having his new girlfriend wank him in front of her.

"Egotistical bastard as always," Farah muttered angrily. "I hope you ignored him."

"Nope, I didn't," Yazmin replied. "What I did was this.."

Reaching over to my cock, Yazmin started to fondle me, quickly bringing me to a full erection. Farah watched intently as my cock grew and pointed towards her.

"Oh, I expect that didn't go down well!" she laughed before licking her lips. "I recall you weren't that impressed with his equipment."

"Strangely, he was somewhat intimidated and suffered from performance anxiety," Yazmin said with glee as she continued to stroke my cock.

"I bet his new girlfriend wasn't impressed!" Farah added. "I bet she wished she had Mike's impressive pole in her hands!"

Yazmin then told her mum about how we'd seen the woman in the dunes with other men. That the woman had wanked me over her face and breasts and how Yazmin had fisted her, and I'd then fucked her from behind.

"So he's now a cuckold, and his new girlfriend is having fun with anyone who passes by!" Farah said, holding her sides from laughing so much. "Priceless!" Her laughter caused her large breasts to sway about hypnotically, which I'm sure she knew.

My cock was now leaking pre-cum, and I was wondering when Yazmin was going to take this indoors.

"It looks like Mike could do with something more than that," Farah said, nodding towards my cock. "Don't mind me."

With a smile towards her mum, Yazmin stood and swung a leg over my lap, trapping my cock between us. Not wasting a second, her tongue hungrily invaded my mouth as she kissed me. My hands automatically went to her breasts and her still erect nipples. I knew from experience these were sensitive, and within minutes, she was moaning above me. Lifting herself, she positioned herself above me before slowly lowering herself onto my cock. Once fully impaled, she rocked back and forwards, rubbing her clit against me. She kept that up until she climaxed and then started slowly lifting herself until my cock almost came out of her tunnel before lowing herself once more. Farah had a good view from where she was sitting, and her eyes were glued to us as she watched my nine-inch cock repeatedly invade her daughter. Wanting to give Farah a good show, I held off my climax until Yazmin was begging me to cum inside her. She'd by now climaxed herself three more times, so I held her under her thighs and stood up. With Yazmin's legs wrapped around my waist, I used my strength to fuck her as I stood in front of her mum. When I climaxed, Yazmin's face looked to the sky as she shrieked her joy to finally receive my seed.

I held Yazmin in my arms momentarily as she regained her breath. As I let her down, I noticed Farah disappearing into the house.

"I expect mum might need to take care of something!" Yazmin said with a giggle. "Sit down again while I get you another lager and start dinner."

Instead of sitting on the bench, I moved closer to the river and sat on the bank, watching it bubble over some rapids. In amongst the ripples, I noticed fish, possibly trout, swimming beneath the surface, waiting for something to eat to float downstream.

"Do you want fresh fish tomorrow?" Farah suddenly said.

I glanced up as she approached and sat near me on the riverbank. Her face was flushed, and her eyes sparked in delight.

"I don't want to presume too much, but I got the impression from Yazmin that you might be staying a few days?"

"Yes, I'd like to, if that's okay with you. I don't have much planned for the remainder of my holiday. If possible, I want to visit Barcelona and then Paris on the way home, but I'm in no particular rush."

"Great!" Farah replied. "I'll fish tomorrow afternoon then for dinner. It will be nice to have a man about the place again, even if only for a few days. Especially one as pleasing on the eye as you."

Yazmin arrived as Farah was talking and handed us both a lager.

"To new friends!" Farah said, clinking her bottle against mine and Yasmin's

"With fit bodies and big cocks!" replied Yasmin doing likewise.

"And pretty women with no clothes on!" I added to laughter from the other two.

After we'd finished our drinks, Farah insisted on cooking dinner for us and headed indoors.

"So, what do you think of my mum?" Yazmin asked.

"She's great fun," I replied. "I can see where you get your looks."

"Yeah," she said. "Apart from my tits. I'm not sure why mum was blessed with such melons whilst I have to make do with these little things."

"There's nothing wrong with yours," I said, cupping them in my hands. "These are lovely. I've met women with all sizes of breasts, and I can promise you, I adored each and every pair of them!"

Yazmin moved and sat between my legs, her back to me, as we watched the river flow by. Farah eventually called us in for dinner, a tasty casserole accompanied by a bottle of local wine. Over dinner, she asked me about my life, and I told her about losing my job and finding my wife in bed with my best friend. How I'd been eventually found innocent of the charges brought against me and how I now successfully bought and sold shares for a living. I didn't mention my luck with the lottery or how I'd been granted the wishes, as how would anyone believe that. We talked late into the night, Farah and Yazmin telling me about the local area and Yazmin's childhood. After we retired to bed, Yazmin and I made love a few times, Yazmin being more vocal than usual.

The next day, over breakfast, Farah kept giving Yazmin pointed stares. I imagined Yazmin must have had men staying over before, and I expect she hadn't been as vocal with them. I didn't know what Yazmin was playing at and didn't want to get involved. Yazmin then phoned the garage where her car had been towed to and found out it had been fixed, so I offered to drive her there so she could pick it up. After we'd cleared up and put some clothes on, we set off. The town was a short distance from the nearby village, and after picking up her car, which I insisted I pay for, we returned to the village to meet a friend of hers.

We met Lauren, her friend, at a café where we ordered coffee and some pastries. I let the two friends catch up and just listened to their conversation, happy to watch them or the world go by. Lauren was French and had been a school friend of Yasmin's, growing up in the village. She was pretty, with black, wavy hair and appeared shy and not very confident. This lack of confidence was mirrored in her clothing, which did nothing for her, being dark and shapeless. From the nervous way Lauren kept glancing at me, she either had something private she wanted to divulge to Yazmin, or she didn't like or wasn't comfortable around me or men. Yazmin appeared to come to the same conclusion as I was thinking this, and she turned to me.

"Mike, would you mind returning to my place while I catch up with Lauren? I'm sure Mum will have some jobs she would like help with if you don't mind?"

"Sure," I replied, standing up and leaning over the table to kiss her.

"I'll make it up to you later!" Yazmin whispered in my ear.

I said goodbye to Lauren and headed back to my car. As I arrived at their house, I saw Farah working in one of the fields, mending a stone wall. As usual, she was naked, so I went inside, removed my clothes and put on some walking boots before joining her.

"Want a hand with this?" I asked her.

"Yes, please!" she replied, mopping her brow. "Some of the stones are heavy. Where's Yazmin?"

"We met Lauren, a friend of hers, and she stayed behind. I got the feeling Lauren needed to tell or ask her something."

"What that girl needs is a good fucking!" Farah said with feeling.

I looked at her, shocked by what she'd said.

"Don't look at me like that. It's true," Farah continued. "I've studied her aura when she's visited Yazmin. There is a lot of pent-up sexual frustration hiding under that shy persona. She had a strange childhood; her parents were quite strict with her."

Farah showed me what she was doing, and we worked on fixing the drystone wall over the next few hours. It was hot, sweaty work under the sun's full glare, and eventually, Farah called a halt so we could rest.

"Let me get some drinks," she said. "We can cool off in the river for a while before we do any more."

We walked back to the house and grabbed a couple of lagers from the fridge before heading to the riverbank to sit. We drank the refreshing liquid beside each other and watched the water flowing past.

"Come on," Farah said. "Let's cool off in the river. Mind the bank here; it can get slippery."

Farah trotted down the bank and jumped into the river with a shriek of glee, while I almost slipped onto my arse before jumping in with her. The water near the bank was up to my stomach, which was nipple height for Farah. We immersed ourselves fully, the water feeling great after the afternoon sun. We then started splashing each other and trying to duck the other person under the water. I was taller, stronger and fitter, so it was a bit one-sided, but I let her duck me a few times. All this wrestling and frolicking meant our hands were all over the other persons' bodies, and I mean all over. One moment, I was holding a breast, then a buttock, then a leg and even between her legs several times. Farah was equally handsy with me. All my major muscle groups were grabbed and held, and in no time, I had a raging erection, which she made use of as a handle whenever she could.

Our escapades had led us to the middle of the river, where a gravel bar meant the water was now below my knees. Stepping back hurriedly to avoid her again, I stumbled backwards into the shallow water. Farah tripped, and we ended up with me lying on my back, supported by my elbows, with Farah astride my thighs, her large breasts encasing my erection. We both looked down and saw my cock poking out between her breasts, my foreskin pulled back, and my cock pumping in time with my heartbeat.

Taking a chance, I reached down to push her breasts together, further incasing my erection, and pumped my hips a few times to see her reaction.

"Don't stop!" she murmured. "That looks as hot as fuck!"

Pleased I'd read the situation correctly, I proceeded to pump my cock between her breasts. After a few minutes, Farah bent her neck and licked my cock each time it emerged from her breasts. Every dozen strokes or so, I'd thrust harder and pause as she took the end of my cock into her mouth and ran her tongue over the sensitive helmet. My fingers found her nipples, and when I gently squeezed them, Farah murmured in approval. Soon my thrusts grew more desperate, and with a roar, my cum erupted over her breasts and face. As Farah sat tall on my thighs, my cum glistened on her skin.

"Wow," she said. "I don't think I've seen so much cum before!"

As she used her fingers to clean up my mess and transfer it to her eager mouth, I used a thumb to rub her clit while the other played with her nipples. Farah leant back, her hands on my shins as I aroused her. This gave me even better access to her pussy, to which she moaned her approval. When she climaxed, she screamed in pleasure, knowing there wouldn't be a soul for miles to hear her.

After a brief rest, we emerged from the river to dry off. Then, we returned to work on the dry stone wall until Yazmin returned a few hours later. When Yazmin returned, we sat by the riverbank as Farah fished for our dinner.

"So," Yazmin said after a while. "Seeing as you're not walking funny, you obviously didn't fuck Mike. But from the guilty look on your face, you at least got up to something. What was it?"

"Um, a titty fuck?" Farah replied nervously. "It was an accident!"

Yazmin gave her mother a look of disbelief.

"I'd love to know how a titty fuck can be an accident!" Yazmin replied with a laugh. "I send this hunk back here to spend the afternoon naked with you, and you don't seize the opportunity to fuck him? Mum, how will you ever get laid if even Mike doesn't tempt you."

"He does. Its just been so long!" Farah responded.

Yazmin looked at me and flicked her head questioningly towards her mother. Understanding her unspoken request, I stood and approached Farah.

"Why don't we let Yazmin finish off catching our dinner?" I asked Farah. "I think we should go inside and get some rest."

Farah looked uncertainly towards Yazmin, but Yazmin took the fishing rod and shooed us away.

"And make sure you don't get any rest!" Yazmin shouted to us as we walked towards the house.

Farah led me to her bedroom, turning towards me as we entered. I took her in my arms and kissed her properly for the first time, feeling her breasts squashing against me.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked. "Don't feel pressured into doing something you don't want to do."

"I do," Farah said. "But I'm nervous as it's been so long, and I'm much older than you."

"I expect sex is just like riding a bike," I replied. "And you might be older, but you still have a great body."

"Are you calling me a bike?" Farah said, laughing at my metaphor.

Gently pushing Farah back onto the bed, I moved between her legs and kissed up her legs. Reaching her pussy, I parted her labia with my fingers and used my tongue to stimulate her. I'd never gone down on a woman as hairy as Farah, so this was a new experience. It didn't bother me, apart from the occasional hair getting in the way. Farah was quick to be aroused, my tongue soon lapping up her juices. Then, using two fingers, I inserted them and found her G-spot, and moved my tongue to her clit.

After she'd cum, I lay on my back and guided Farah onto my cock. Farah was a noisy lover, just like her daughter, and from the moment she slid down onto my cock, she gave a running commentary of the sensations she was feeling. If she hadn't been with a man for as long as she'd indicated, I wanted the first time back in the saddle to be memorable. After she'd climaxed on top of me, I moved behind her and entered her from behind, doggie style. Looking to my right, I could see her breasts swinging wildly beneath her in the wardrobe mirror. I waited until she'd climaxed once more before rolling us onto our sides and spooning her. In this position, I could reach around her to fondle her breasts more easily as we made love. Finally, after Farah had climaxed for the fourth time, I entered her in the missionary position. We could now kiss as we made love, and I tried to make her feel like the most special woman in the world. As Farah climaxed once more, my cock erupted deep inside, filling her with rope after rope of my seed. I lay above her as my cock gradually softened, supporting my weight on my elbows as we kissed and breathed deeply.

"Wow!" Farah finally said when she had enough breath to talk. "I'd forgotten what that was like! Thank you!"

"Why are you thanking me?" I replied. "That was epic! Perhaps we should be thanking each other because I enjoyed that as much as you appeared to!"

Farah giggled as I moved off her to lie next to her.

"He's good, isn't he?" Yazmin said from the doorway with a beaming smile. She was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her head resting on the frame. I don't know how long she'd been watching, but her face was flushed, and her nipples were standing prominently on her breasts.

"Dinner will be about ten minutes," she continued before returning to the kitchen.

We lay on the bed for about five minutes, me gently caressing Farah while she lay exhausted. Kissing her on the forehead, I left her to help Yazmin prepare our dinner. The trout smelled terrific as I came up behind her and cuddled her as she cooked. After a passionate kiss, Yazmin asked me to lay the table, so I did as I was asked. As Yazmin served our food, Farah emerged from her bedroom, walking gingerly. We didn't comment, but Yazmin and I winked at each other on seeing Farah's discomfort from the energetic sex we'd just had.

After dinner, Farah insisted on cleaning up, so Yazmin and I took our wine outside to sit in the evening sun. The views from their property were stunning, and I could see why they loved it here so much.

The following day, Yazmin took me on a hike into the mountains. After walking for just over an hour, we came to a small lake she said she frequently visited. This part of the Pyrenees was sparsely populated and had few visitors, and Yazmin told me they rarely saw anyone around. The lakeside had a gentle gradient, and Yazmin and I stripped off and went skinny dipping. The water was cold, but it was lovely once your body became used to it. We swam and splashed about before Yazmin decided to swim across to a small island in the middle. Reaching there, we lay in the sun and soaked in the rays. Neither of us was worried about our clothes on the shore. As Yazmin said, in the worst-case scenario, we'd just have to walk naked back to her house.

"Mmm," Yazmin said. "That gives me an idea."

Her eyes darted about as she formulated her plan before she continued.

"Remember Lauren?"

"Yes," I replied. "Your friend we had a coffee with the other day?"

"Yeah. I've swum with her here several times before. Would you do something for me if I promise it's something Lauren secretly desires?"

"Of course," I replied. "I can't see you doing anything to hurt her."

"If my plan works, she'll thank me for it forever more!" Yazmin responded.

Yazmin then explained her plan to me. I made a couple of suggestions, but she had already worked most of it out in her head.

The following day, Lauren joined us for lunch. Because they had guests, the three of us put on some clothes. Farah, in her dungarees, didn't leave much to the imagination, but it was the best she could be persuaded to wear, while Yazmin wore a strappy top, shorts, and no underwear. We had a light lunch before Yazmin and Lauren went for a walk. After twenty minutes, I followed them, making sure I didn't catch up with them.

Yazmin and Lauren were heading for the lake, and as I approached, I slowed and moved into the treeline so as not to be seen. I watched from a short distance away as they swam naked and played in the lake before Yazmin persuaded Lauren to swim over to the small island. Yazmin had told me they'd done this before, and Lauren readily agreed to Yazmin's suggestion. As they swam over, I moved out from the undergrowth and picked up Lauren's clothing, apart from her shoes, before returning and hiding them in some bushes. I now moved back up the path to watch them from a distance.

Once the two girls reached the island, they lay sunbathing, happily chatting away, their arms gesticulating in the air as they talked. After a while, Yazmin stood, stretched, and then dived back into the lake to swim to the shore. Lauren was slower to respond and was also not as strong a swimmer. Consequently, when Lauren emerged from the water, Yazmin had already put her top and shorts back on and was doing up her shoes. Now, Yazmin's plan would unfold.

I watched as an increasingly frantic Lauren looked around to see where her clothes were. Yazmin had been in her sights the whole time, so she knew she couldn't have hidden them. After a fruitless search, Lauren put on her shoes, and Yazmin guided her up the path back towards the house. Initially, Lauren walked with one arm over her breasts and a hand covering her pussy, but Yazmin took one of them and held it. Now, Lauren could only cover either her breasts or pussy. Lauren had confessed to Yazmin several months ago that she had exhibitionist urges but had been too timid to indulge her fantasy, so Yazmin was currently enabling them to come true.

Yazmin and Lauren walked for about fifteen minutes, and Lauren gradually became less jumpy at every sound she heard before I started walking down the track to meet them. Lauren stopped and froze in terror as soon as I came into view. I tried to ignore the fact that one of them was naked on a forest track and waved to them as I approached. When I reached them, I kissed Yazmin on both of her cheeks before holding out a hand to shake Lauren's. Her hand that was currently covering her pussy. In a daze, she reached out and shook mine. Still holding her hand, I leaned in and kissed her cheeks, her bare breasts rubbing against my t-shirt as I did. Transferring her hand to my other one, I stood on the opposite side of Yazmin, each of us holding one of Lauren's hands.

The three of us then casually continued walking along the track I had just come down without anyone mentioning Lauren's lack of clothing. When we came to a viewpoint, we stopped, and Yazmin and I moved at right angles to Lauren, still holding her hands. As we talked, Yazmin and I would run our eyes slowly over Lauren's body, silently reminding her of her nudity, but not speaking of it. On the third viewpoint we reached, Lauren was showing signs of arousal. Her nipples looked painfully enlarged, and her chest, neck and face were a bright red.

"Look what you're doing to poor Mike!" Yazmin tutted at Lauren. "Displaying yourself like this in front of him. You're enjoying teasing him, aren't you? Look at those nipples! I can see you are turned on!"

"No! No! I'm not!" Lauren said without conviction.

"I bet she's wet down there, don't you?" Yazmin asked me. "Why don't you check?"

Lauren looked at me in alarm as I slowly reached out and ran a finger up her slit. As I did, she shivered and moaned. Lifting my finger in the air. It glistened with her juices.

"Positively soaking, I'd say," I replied before putting my finger into my mouth. "Mmm, tasty, though."

Lauren shivered once more as I sucked her juices off my finger.

"Why don't you show Lauren how her shameless display affects you, Mike?" Yazmin asked me.

With my free hand, I unzipped my shorts and freed my erection. Lauren watched me, and as my cock came into view, she gasped in surprise at my length.

"As you are the cause of that," Yazmin continued. "I think you should hold it as we continue our walk."

Lauren was staring at my cock, so I moved the hand of hers I was holding to my dick and transferred it so she now held it. Yazmin set off once more, and now having a free hand, I put it around Lauren's waist, occasionally stroking her bum.

"If you let him go limp, I won't give you any clothes, and you'll have to drive home naked," Yazmin said after we'd walked a few hundred yards. Lauren immediately tightened her grip on my erection and even allowed her hand to joggle up and down if the track was uneven. Knowing the area well, Yazmin led us in big circles, with Lauren none the wiser, her mind on other things. Lauren still jumped every time she heard a rustle in the trees, which I enjoyed as her hand would twitch on my erection as she did.

As we walked down another track, two women crossed a few hundred yards before us. Lauren briefly stopped in shock, but Yazmin told her to keep walking or else. One of the two strangers turned and saw us and stopped her companion. Their eyes opened wide in surprise, not expecting to see a naked woman flanked by a clothed couple. As we came nearer, their eyes opened even wider, seeing Lauren holding my erection, jutting from my shorts.

"Bonjour!" Yazmin greeted them as we approached. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?"

"Er, yes, it is," replied one of the women.

"I'm Yazmin, and that is Mike, who's on holiday from England. The naked woman is Lauren. She likes people to see her naked, don't you, Lauren."

Lauren just stared in fright at the two women.

"I don't think they heard you, Lauren." Yazmin continued.

"Um, yes." Lauren stammered. "I l-l-like people to see me n-n-n-naked."

"Interesting," one of the women said. "My name is Claire, and this is Marie. Can we join you on your walk? It looks a lot more interesting than ours!"

"Of course," Yazmin replied keenly. "We would be delighted, wouldn't we, Lauren?"

"Y-y-y-yes," Lauren answered reluctantly. "Please join us."

We set off again, Yazmin handing Marie the hand of Lauren she had been holding before, then joining Claire in walking behind us.

Claire and Yazmin gave us a running commentary on the actions of Lauren's bottom as we walked. When Claire later mentioned she could see Lauren's thighs getting wet from the juices running down from Lauren's pussy, Lauren gasped and shuddered as she tried to stop herself from having an orgasm in front of us.

Yazmin called a stop as we approached yet another viewpoint. We gathered in front of Lauren to watch her and the view. Despite herself, Lauren appeared to be enjoying the torment we were putting her through.

"Look at poor Mike," Yazmin said just before we departed again. She pointed to my erection, from which pre-cum was hanging in a long thread from the end. My shaft was also liberally coated in the liquid. Lauren had been holding and occasionally wanking me for nearly an hour now, and while I was enjoying it, it was also torture for me.

"I think from now on," Claire said. "Every one hundred steps, Lauren should bend over and take Mike's cock into her mouth to clean him up, seeing as she is the cause of the mess."

"I agree," Yazmin quickly added, with Marie adding her agreement.

So, for the next few hundred steps, one of the women would call a stop and guide Lauren in front of me. With her feet apart, they made her bend at the waist and take my cock as far as she could manage into her mouth. Once they were satisfied my pre-cum had been cleaned off, Lauren was allowed to stand once more, and we proceeded along the track.

Lauren's actions improved each time she went down on me, managing to get a little further each time. It wasn't helping her own situation, though, and the smell of her arousal hung heavy in the air, mixed with the scent of the pine trees.

"Is the shameless Hussey a virgin?" Marie asked as we stopped once more.

"No, she isn't, why?" Yazmin answered for Lauren.

"Seeing as her legs are coated with her juices," Marie carried on. "Perhaps we should allow Mike to dip his wick a few times before she cleans him each time we stop."

"Oh yes," Yazmin and Claire replied together. "I think that's an excellent idea!" Yazmin continued.

So, the three women bade Lauren to bend at the waist as before, but this time, I went behind her. Her labia were slick with her juices as I looked at her pussy. Rubbing my cock along her slit, I placed my hands on her hips.

"Is this okay?" I asked her, not wanting to force her this far.

"Please!" she begged. "I'm desperate to cum!"

I slid in easily. She was so wet already, as was I. After pumping into her a few times, I withdrew, and Lauren turned around and took me into her mouth to clean our combined juices. She hadn't cum, and was now even more turned on. We carried on like this, and the poor girl became increasingly desperate to reach a climax. The other three women were aware of this and delighted in keeping her on the edge as we walked.

Eventually, we returned to the lake, much to Lauren's confusion.

"I thought we were heading home?" she asked.

"Why?" Yazmin giggled. "Your clothes are just over in the bushes. I'll give you an option, though. Do you want your clothes or for Mike to make you cum?"

"Please let me cum!" Lauren begged.

"You'll walk home naked?" Yazmin asked.

"Yes! I need to cum, please! I'll do anything!"

"Ha!" Claire laughed. "I'd have thought by now you'd be careful what you'd agree to!"

I led Lauren to a soft-looking grassy area and laid her on the ground. As I removed my T-shirt, shorts, and shoes, Lauren licked her lips in anticipation while Claire and Marie whistled their approval at my physique. I knelt between Lauren's legs, my erection staining before me.

"Are you sure?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

As Lauren nodded frantically, I slid my cock into her. Lauren threw back her head and moaned loudly as she climaxed immediately. I held myself still, my cock still buried as she recovered. Lauren then wrapped her legs around my waist and urged me to fuck her hard. I started gently, but she soon begged me to go harder, so I obliged. I don't think I'd ever seen a woman so in heat before. Her eyes almost had a manically look to them as we fucked in front of the other three women. After only a few minutes, Lauren was climaxing continuously. As soon as one washed over her, another quickly built and consumed her. In the end, I took pity on her, and when she climaxed once more, I joined her, flooding her womb with the biggest load of spunk I think I'd ever produced.

After getting my breath back, I withdrew, my cock still erect and dripping sperm. Lauren lay comatose before me, her legs bent back and her pussy, red and gapping, my seed flowing out and down her arse crack.

"That's one well fucked pussy!" Claire said in awe. "If I weren't married, I'd pin you to the floor and take you myself."

"You and me, both!" Marie said under her breath.

The four of us chatted as we watched Lauren sleep. Yazmin asked me to retell my holiday experience, especially at the resort in Bavaria, which I did much to delight and titillation of our new friends. After a quarter of an hour, my erection hadn't wilted, and Lauren still hadn't stirred, so Yazmin came and knelt behind me.

"I've had another brilliant idea!" Yazmin whispered in my ear as her hand reached around and clasped my cock. "Seeing as Lauren has promised to walk home naked. Why don't we improve the look?"

With that, Yazmin started to gently wank my cock, pointing it towards Lauren's body. Claire and Marie quickly cottoned on to Yazmin's idea and giggled their approval.

"Do either of you want to do the honours?" Yazmin asked the two women. After a glance at Marie, Claire readily agreed, telling us that it wasn't cheating as she was only using her hand. Marie agreed, and the two women then took turns wanking me, each not believing they were holding such a big cock in their hands. Lauren eventually started stirring, and as she did, Claire and Marie increased the urgency of their actions. When Lauren finally opened her eyes, she saw me knelt astride her hips, being wanked in her direction. After a moment of confusion, she smiled and raised herself on her elbows so her breasts were closer to me. When Claire brought me off, ribbons of spunk coated Lauren's breasts and face, to the delight of all four women.

After a quick rinse in the lake, I dressed and collected Lauren's clothing from the bushes, handing them to Yazmin to carry. Lauren initially looked shocked, not believing Yazmin was serious about her walking home naked, but with encouragement from Claire and Marie, she realised it was what she secretly desired herself. I carried Lauren, to begin with, her legs too wobbly to walk on, but when Claire and Marie turned off our path, I set her back down. Strolling, we returned to Yazmin's home, Lauren's pace gradually improving. When we arrived, Farah was outside gardening in the nude. Lauren walked proudly past her, cum still covering her face and breasts.

Lauren agreed to stay the night with us, and we all spent the remainder of the day naked. That night was my last night with Yazmin, and we made love several times. Lauren spent the night in our bed but was too sore to have sex again with me. In the morning, she used her mouth to get me hard and then guided me into Yazmin's eager pussy.

I intended to leave straight after breakfast, but before I dressed, Yazmin nodded towards her mum, who had her back to us as she washed up in the sink. I approached Farah, standing close to her so my cock was pressing into her. Reaching round, I dipped my hands into the washing-up bowl and scooped some soap suds.

"What do you think you are doing, young man?" Farah asked.

"Thanking you for a wonderful stay," I replied as I soaped her large breasts.

"You are taking a few liberties, aren't you?" Farah continued as she shuffled her feet back and further apart.

As I played with her breasts and nipples, my cock hardened and rose up. Feeling it against her arse crack, Farah undulated her bottom. My cock was trapped between my stomach and her arse, and she kept up the motion as my erection grew. Once Farah felt me fully hard, she opened her stance even more and leaned down, gripping the side of the sink with her hands. I adjusted my angle and entered her. We both sighed in pleasure as my cock slipped up her tunnel. In this position, my cock was rubbing her G-Spot every time I thrust into her. With her trademark loud screech, Farah climaxed as I filled her with my cum.

Farah and especially Yazmin were a little tearful as I eventually left. I promised to keep in touch and call in if I was ever in the area again. Yazmin and I didn't have enough in common that I'd want a committed relationship with her, but if she wanted, I'd be happy to be a friend with benefits to her.

I hope you enjoyed this third chapter. Please vote and comment so I know what you think of this story, it really does help inspire me to keep writing.