Naked Summer

This is the first story in a series describing Adam's first sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity.

Chronologically this series comes before "Adam in Asia".

All participants are 18 or over.

Prologue

I am 18 years old and about to start my last year at school. I live in South London with my mother who is a university lecturer. Money is tight.

A bad start

"But Mum, I don't want to go to Brighton. I want to stay here, see my friends; not be held prisoner at the poxy seaside all summer. I can look after myself. I promise there'll be no parties or anything!"

She laughed, "I'm sorry Adam, you have only just turned 18 and it's too long to leave you on your own. I want to be sure that the house is still standing when I get back. Besides, you will have to cook and clean for yourself."

"Why do we have to stay with Aunt Helen? It's only an hour's drive so you could come back every night."

"I'm not going to spend 2 hours a day driving up and down the M23, I'll have marking to do in the evenings, and there's the cost of the petrol to think about too. We're staying with Helen. If there's anything special happening you can come back here on the train, or I'll drive you. But not every day."

I knew money was tight, so I did not want to be too much of a dick about the situation. Reluctantly I packed my stuff.

Helen was a friend from Mum's university days and now they were both lecturers, usually in different cities. For the next six weeks, they would be teaching together on a summer school program in Brighton.

It could be worse; she could have sent me to stay with my father. He's a sheep farmer who would use me as cheap labour. Less like a prison, more like a gulag.

The next morning, we loaded the car and headed south. When we arrived, Helen gave us both a big hug.

"Prisoner Adam reporting. Do you take custody?" Mum joked.

"Of course, his cell is ready for him. Will he want gruel or mouldy bread for lunch?"

They'd been talking.

Lunch turned out to be a selection of ham and cheese with a large bowl of salad. The bread was fresh. We were joined by Helen's daughter, or 'Inmate Jennie' as her mother referred to her.

Jennie is my age. No longer the gawky kid that I remembered, she had grown into an attractive young woman; perhaps this would not be such a bad summer after all. But she kept scowling at me, not such a good omen.

The reason for her annoyance became clear when Helen showed me to my 'cell'. It was Jennie's room; instead, she would be sharing with her younger sister.

"Thanks, Aunt Helen."

"You're too old to call me 'Aunt', call me 'Warden Helen' from now on."

She returned downstairs. The joke was getting old fast.

Settling in

It was Sunday. I slept late. Eventually Mum woke me up.

"If you want breakfast, get to the kitchen now," she instructed.

I arrived just before Jennie; she was still cross. Mum and Helen fussed around making breakfast for their grumpy offspring before heading off to a briefing for everybody who would be teaching on the program.

Jennie disappeared soon after they left. I didn't see her again until dinner. As we ate Helen told her that she was to take me with her to the beach tomorrow. Neither of us was happy about that.

Helen repeated the instruction the next morning. We still weren't happy, but she insisted, and Mum was adamant that I couldn't hang around the house every day. Reluctantly we agreed, got ready, and caught a bus to the promenade where we were to meet two of Jennie's friends, Imogen, and Kate.

The thing about Brighton beach is that it's rubbish; there's no sand in sight! It consists of rocks and pebbles that are desperately uncomfortable to sit or lie on. The only upside is that families with young kids go elsewhere; you can't build a sandcastle without sand.

We removed the sharpest, lumpiest rocks and spread out our towels. Imogen removed her shirt and shorts, underneath she had a black one-piece swimming costume. I got the idea that Jennie and Kate were not happy with her display. They stayed fully dressed. So did I.

I looked at the three girls beside me. Imogen is tall and willowy with long red hair, Kate is shorter and curvier with a mop of dark curls, and Jennie is a strawberry blonde whose body could be an average of the other two. All were very attractive. Of course, as a virgin teenage boy who could get turned on by a picture on the side of a bus, I may not be the best judge. If I got to hang out with these three then my summer wouldn't be a write-off after all.

We started to chat. First, they wanted to know where I lived, and what I was doing in Brighton. Then we got onto common ground with school, A-level subjects, and what we wanted to do at university, followed by music & films and, inevitably, how annoying parents could be, with Mum and Helen being examples.

Kate announced that she wanted to work on her tan. The others scoffed at that because she had a Mediterranean complexion, so her skin was naturally darker than theirs.

"You just want to show off in front of Adam," Imogen accused.

It occurred to me for the first time, that any of them might be enjoying my presence.

Kate stood, slipped off her dress, and did a little pose. "Like what you see?" she asked me.

I did. What's not to like about a busty young woman in a bikini? I blushed and stammered a reply. Kate sat down, opened a bottle of sunscreen, and began to spread it across her skin. She was making quite a show of it.

Jennie groaned in exasperation.

Trying to hide the swelling in my shorts I sat up. I wasn't quick enough.

Imogen giggled, "Careful Kate, I think you might be about to cause an accident."

Now I was sure that they were teasing me. I rolled over onto my stomach, discovering that a hard cock and hard rocks were not a great combination.

Jennie opted to join the fun, shedding her outer layer to reveal a blue bikini that was less revealing than Kate's. She also applied lots of sun crème, which made more sense given her skin. I wasn't going to complain.

"Your turn, Adam. Or are you too shy?"

"Er, in a minute."

I had two problems: an erection, and a pair of tight-fitting trunks. If I took off my shorts my erection would be obvious. The girls guessed as much.

"What's the problem, Adam, has something come up?" asked Kate.

"I can rub sunscreen on you," offered Imogen.

"Remember that I've seen it before," said Jennie.

That was sort of true. We'd played 'Show me yours and I will show you mine' once, but that was at least 5 years ago; she hadn't seen me like this.

Then it struck me, what was the point of hiding it? I didn't have any reason to be shy. Why not call their bluff? Being bold might even lead to something more. I stood up, facing them, removed my t-shirt and then slowly lowered my shorts. My erection was obvious.

They were silent. Staring at my crotch.

It dawned on me that they might never have been so close to such a brazen example before, that they might be as turned on as I was. Even though I might now be in control of the situation, it was time to test that out. I lay down on my front again. The rocks weren't any softer and my cock certainly wasn't, but sometimes a little pain is worth enduring.

"Who wants to do my back?" I asked.

There was a scramble. Imogen and Kate took up positions on either side of me and started work. Jennie was smarter, she kneeled by my legs, grabbed some sunscreen, and began rubbing it into the back of my thighs, and the inside of my thighs, getting perilously close to my balls. I was at risk of losing control.

"Does anyone else need more sunscreen," I volunteered.

"Me!" said Kate. Moving over to the next towel.

I pushed myself up, breaking away from the other two. I squeezed lots of sunscreen on Kate's back, taking plenty of time to rub it in.

"My legs too?" she asked.

"With pleasure!"

With a hard-on too, so I didn't take any liberties. I didn't want to come, at least not there, not then.

We settled down on the towels again. I think we were all digesting what had just happened.

Kate reached back to undo her bikini top, giving me a glimpse of side boob in the process. I wondered if it was possible to have a permanent erection. The summer was looking better by the minute.

Finally, we decided that we had spent too long in the sun. Kate sat back on her heels, giving me a full flash of her boobs as she re-tied her top. It was not accidental. Everyone dressed, gathered their things, and headed home.

On the bus Jennie apologised for her friends' behaviour.

"Don't worry, I enjoyed it."

"That was obvious," she said acidly. My penis stirred again.

Back at the house, I masturbated furiously leaving a large load against the wall of the shower cubicle.

At dinner, Mum asked how the day had gone. I blushed and stammered out a vague answer. She must have realised something had happened, but she didn't pry.

Once more unto the beach

It rained for the next couple of days. The beach was out of the question, so we were allowed to hang around the house instead. I didn't see much of Jennie.

The weather was improving. Imogen asked if we wanted to go to the beach again. She would be able to borrow her mother's car. Of course, I said yes to the chance of spending the day with three barely dressed girls. I just hoped there would be sand.

When she picked us up Kate was already in the car, a bright yellow Mini. It was a bit of a squeeze. Jennie asked where we were going. Imogen just said that it was somewhere quiet. She sounded a bit evasive; there was something she wasn't telling us.

We turned off onto several ever-narrower roads until Imogen stopped in front of the gate. She asked me to open it. Beyond was a track across a field. Finally, we parked alongside another car.

"Where are we, Immie?" Kate asked.

"I've been here a couple of times with my parents. The field belongs to a friend of theirs. I phoned him to check that it was OK for us to come today, obviously it was.

"There's a path down to the beach over there, but be careful, it's quite steep."

We picked up our stuff and followed her. At the bottom of the cliff was a small beach. Except for a couple of people in the sea it was deserted, and it had sand! Imogen led us to the end away from the swimmers.

This time there was no delay in removing our outer garments. Kate was in the same white bikini, Imogen had a green one-piece instead of a black one, but Jennie was wearing a yellow bikini that was much skimpier than before. She grinned when she saw me looking.

My penis stiffened as I watched the girls undress. I wasn't completely hard, but it would be obvious to anybody looking when I removed my shorts. All three of them were. Oh well.

Kate pulled out a bottle of sun crème and we passed it around. Nobody wanted to burn. Suitably protected we lay down next to each other. Laying on sand was so much better than pebbles and rocks.

After a while, I realised that the people who had been swimming were now walking along the surf line towards us. I could see that they were an older couple, and I could see that they were naked. I whispered this information to my companions.

Kate and Jennie's heads snapped up.

Imogen said, "Yeah, it's quiet here so some people go nude; nobody minds."

"Bloody hell," said Jennie.

"Have you ever..." Kate asked, her question trailing off.

"Hello Imogen, we thought it was you. How are you?"

It was the naked woman, now standing a few feet away from us.

"Hello Harriet, Hello George. I'm good, thanks. What about you?"

"We're fine dear. Are these your friends?"

Imogen introduced us. This was a bizarre conversation. I tried not to look at Harriet, but there were bare boobs and a naked pussy directly in front of me. Sure, her tits were saggy, and she had a forest of grey pubes, but I was an 18-year-old virgin so of course I was going to look.

"Well, everybody, we'll leave you to it. Have a nice day," said George, turning to leave.

"You really should try getting naked, even just for a swim, I promise you that it feels amazing," Harriet said conspiratorially, "and there's no reason to be shy, there's only us here."

As they walked away, we all turned to Imogen.

"What?" she asked.

"You could start by answering my previous question," said Kate. "Have you ever gone naked here?"

She nodded.

"And does it feel as good as Harriet said," asked Jennie.

Imogen nodded again.

"And you brought us here so that we would, er, we could try it?" I asked.

"You don't have to, but I thought it might be fun."

With that, she stood and pushed her swimsuit down to her waist, and then off completely.

"I'm going for a swim."

The rest of us sat, mouths hanging open, as Imogen sashayed across the sand. I was rock hard. Naked or not, I needed a large dose of cold water. Nearing the sea, I pulled my trunks off, throwing them back over my shoulder.

Harriet was right; it did feel amazing.

I realised that Imogen was a few yards away, gazing at my naked erection. It was the first time that anyone had ever seen me that way. I grinned. It was a good summer.

We messed around in the water for a bit before returning to the beach. Jennie & Kate hadn't joined us in the water, but they were both naked too. It was a good summer.

Imogen drove us home. Everybody was quiet in the car, still processing what had happened.

Back at Aunt Helen's Jennie announced that she was going for a shower. That was fair enough, it was her house.

"Would you like to join me?"

Is the Pope Catholic?

In the bathroom, we faced each other, and then quickly stripped. The shower cubicle was small, so we were pressed together. I bent down to kiss her, she wrapped a hand around my cock, and I grabbed her boobs. We both knew what we wanted, and there wasn't enough space where we were. Quickly we dried off and then headed for Jennie's room, the one that I was temporarily occupying.

I pushed her onto the bed, she spread her legs, and I entered her. It was pure instinct. There was no foreplay, it wasn't necessary, she was already wet, and we were both deeply aroused by the day's events. Unsurprisingly I came quickly. Looking back, I think Jennie came too, but I don't know for sure. Who expects a virgin to pay attention to such things? I collapsed beside her.

With the urgency past I began to take in details of appearance: the curve of her breasts, the little nubbins around her nipples, the triangle of blond pubic hair, some traces of blood on her inner thigh. I reached out to touch, to explore. Swapping around I gazed, close-up, at her pussy. Yesterday I had glimpsed several, but this was the first time that I had had seen one so close look at one. Wow, what a sight! I marvelled at the intricacy, the folds, the shapes, the colours, the textures. As a young virgin male, i. e. an idiot, I had imagined a simple hole. This was way more than that. And this was just one pussy, I had no idea of the variety that awaited me.

My finger trailed along and between her lips. She shuddered as I found her clitoris. I was amazed, entranced, by the complexity of her body. Meanwhile, she was doing the same with me. Fingers gliding along my cock, teasing the foreskin, experimenting with pulling it back. Of course, I began to stiffen again. She giggled, watching closely.

We lay like that for a while, and then Jennie noticed the time. "Shit, our mothers will be home soon, better get tidied up."

~

At dinner, as usual, Helen asked how our day had been.

"Immie took us to a quiet beach she knows," said Jennie.

"Yeah, we had a nice time," I added.

"You've certainly both got a bit of a glow," said Mum.

It wasn't easy to keep a straight face. Somehow, we managed.

Stuck inside

The next day the weather was bad again so another trip to the beach was off the agenda. 24 hours earlier I would have been disappointed. Not now.

Once our mothers had headed off to their teaching duties Jennie and I retired to my bed, well her bed, the bed that I was sleeping in, except that I wasn't sleeping in it at that moment. Do try to keep up.

It was our first chance to talk about what had happened the day before. To talk about stripping off on the beach and about having sex together; especially about having sex together. But we didn't take it. Not at first. We had sex again before we talked.

This time was less frantic, less frenzied. Yesterday we had been fired up by our experience of stripping naked at the beach; today that stimulation was less immediate, but it was still there. And we were both horny teenagers.

I was barely out of my clothes before Jennie went down on me. My first blowjob. Good blowjob? Bad blowjob? I had no way of knowing. What I did know was that I was about to come, so I pushed her off me.

I went down on her instead.

Gingerly I touched her labia, fascinated by the difference between the inner and outer lips, then her clit, peeking out above them. I reached forward with my tongue, tasting a woman for the first time.

Jennie groaned with pleasure.

With tongue and fingers, I tickled her clit, stroked her lips, and teased the opening that I knew was there. Slowly I pushed a finger inside her. Jennie's hips bucked towards me, driving it deeper. It was so warm, so wet, so intriguing. Cautiously I pulled back leaving only the tip within her before re-entering with my whole finger.

It was obvious that Jennie was enjoying it, so I continued. Suddenly her body tensed, her vagina clamping tightly around my finger. Back then I didn't know much, I knew that this was an orgasm, but what surprised me was no penis was involved. How much I had to learn.

Jennie pushed me away. From her bedside drawer, she produced a condom.

"We should have used one of these yesterday."

I was disappointed. I'd thought I was her first. She saw the expression on my face and realised what I was thinking. Laughing she reassured me that she had not had sex before. Helen had given her them for when she did.

"Mum will kill me if she finds out that I didn't use one. It's only a small box, so we'll have to get some more. Sit here."

I did as she asked. She unwrapped the condom, giggling as she struggled to put it on me.

"Damn, it was easier to put one on a cucumber in sex ed."

Job done she lay back on the bed, legs apart, just like the first time. I positioned myself between her knees and entered her. This time we lasted a bit longer, although not by much. At least today we did not have to rush, our mothers would not be home for hours.

It wasn't long before we were screwing again. This time Jennie pulled her legs up, resting them on my shoulders. I realised that I was penetrating her deeper than ever.

The only problem was that Jennie had ripped one of the condoms as she tried to fit it. We'd used our last one. We needed to visit a chemist.

~

Jennie insisted that I go in on my own. The owner lived opposite her house, and she didn't want one of her neighbours to see her buying condoms.

Inside the shop, I looked around until I found a shelf with a variety of condoms on display. Ribbed, Light, Flavoured, Coloured. I had no idea there were such options. I hesitated.

"Can I help you, sir? Do you need some advice?"

A young Indian woman about my age, wearing a white lab coat; a shop assistant. I blushed brightly.

"Esha, stop embarrassing the customer. Go and tidy the stock room."

"I'm so sorry about that," he said to me, "my daughter likes to tease the young men looking at this display."

He shook his head, "She scares half of them away, but that's my problem, not yours.

"I take it you are not sure which of these to choose."

I nodded.

"Don't worry, a lot of young people get confused by all the options at first. Start with something regular, you can experiment later." He said kindly, pointing to a box.

Jennie groaned when I told her what had happened.

"Esha is, well was, a year ahead of me at school. If the rumours are true, then I'm surprised she didn't offer you a personal fitting."

~

It was still raining the next day. Helen and Mum were working, as they would be most Saturdays during the program. Jennie and I spent the morning in bed. In the afternoon we went to the cinema to watch the third instalment of 'Back to the Future'.

That evening she sneaked into my/her room. We fucked as quietly as we could then slept together, as in being asleep, for the first time. Maggie, Jennie's younger sister, was coming home tomorrow, and that would make things more difficult.

~

Sunday. Sunshine at last.

Imogen called to ask if we'd like to use the pool at her house. Mum dropped us off outside a large house near the edge of the city. Imogen's mum, Frances, answered the door. There was a clear resemblance between mother and daughter, with one main difference being that she had dark blonde hair. She led us through the house to a large garden surrounded by trees.

Kate and Imogen were already stretched out on loungers by the pool. We quickly undressed and joined them. After our earlier visit to the nude beach, I had wondered if au naturel would be the order of the day, but at least for now, it was swimming gear.

We chatted and dozed, occasionally taking a dip in the water to cool down. Frances prepared a barbecue for lunch. Afterwards, she asked if she could join us. Nobody objected. I enjoyed watching as the older woman undid her blouse and slid off her shorts. Her bikini was quite conservative, but obviously, it revealed more skin than her daughter's one-piece.

It seemed that Imogen was displeased by the competition. She rolled her costume down to her waist. Jennie and Kate responded by removing their tops. Was I witnessing some sort of arms race involving swimwear? I noticed Frances watching my reaction. I smiled at her. My best 'it's a hard life' smile. She grinned back and removed her top too. Bloody hell!

"Mum!" Imogen whined.

"I know you all got naked at the beach the other day, is this any different?"

I sensed that this was a good time to be bold again.

"I don't see that it is," I said. I stood and pulled off my trunks, erect cock on full display, then jumped into the pool. Jennie laughed and stripped off too. That was it, soon we were all frolicking naked in the pool. Including Frances. During the melee, my cock was grabbed several times, and I'm sure that Jennie wasn't the only one doing it.

Sadly, that was as far as things went.

~

Frances drove us home.

A man was just leaving, I vaguely remembered him, Paul, Jennie's dad, Helen's ex.

"Hi Dad, I suppose you brought the monster back?" she asked diffidently.

I knew that she was angry with her father, it's why she hadn't gone on holiday with him and Maggie.

"Afraid so. She's looking forward to seeing you again.

"Hi Adam," he said, and with that, he was gone.

There was no doubt that Maggie was present. Loud, inquisitive, observant. No wonder Jennie thought she'd be a problem.

I slept alone that night.

~

The next day, Monday, was bad. Helen expected Jennie to look after her sister. We had no chance to fool around. Not with eagle-eyed Maggie on our case.

The next was even worse. I went to the cinema on my own. Jennie was annoyed with me, annoyed with her mother, and annoyed with her sister; I couldn't blame her.

By Wednesday Jennie was mutinous. That night she crept into my room. She told me that she might have an escape route but wouldn't tell me more.

The next morning, she asked to me to keep an eye on Maggie while she went out for a bit. She returned an hour or so later with a big smile on her face but still wouldn't explain. Over dinner she came clean, she had a job at a hairdresser where she used to work on Saturdays. Helen was furious.

"Who's going to look after Maggie?"

"Why is that my problem? Why am I expected to provide free childcare?" she responded, abandoning her meal.

Mum and I said nothing. Maggie smirked, apparently enjoying her role as the cause of the chaos. Jennie was in her/my room. She'd been crying. We cuddled for a while, then she went back to the room she was sharing with her sister.

The atmosphere at breakfast was distinctly frosty. Jennie told Helen that she'd look after Maggie that day, but she wasn't doing it again. Mum was free the next day so she would take over then.

Jennie and I took Maggie to the cinema.

Helen looked relieved when she got home. She had found a solution to the problem, a summer activity club for under 16s; Maggie looked delighted at the news. She skipped away to watch TV. Our mothers wanted Jennie and I to stay. It looked like a serious conversation about Maggie was imminent. It wasn't quite what I expected.

"Listen you two; we know what you're doing, and it's fine with us." Helen began, Mum nodded.

"But please keep it from Maggie."

"Too late," I said. "She knows or at least has guessed. When I was looking after her on Thursday, she asked how long I had been sleeping with her sister."

Jennie put her head in her hands; Helen groaned, "I'd better talk to her."

There was no sneaking around that evening. Jennie and I shared a bed without trying to hide it.

Centre of attention

On Saturday the weather was good, and Imogen had the car, so we went to the nude beach again. Several people were already there, all naked. Soon the four of us were too. It felt so easy, so comfortable, so natural. Why did people have such a hang-up about nudity?

Jennie noticed that a couple further down the beach were fucking. She grinned, "shall we?"

I was genuinely shocked. I could imagine doing it here, in front of strangers, but in front of her friends - our friends - was another thing. Could I? My cock had the answer. I could.

Jennie retrieved a condom from her bag, unwrapped it, and applied it without difficulty. Practice makes perfect. Kate and Imogen watched with a mixture of surprise and fascination. I mounted Jennie as if it was completely routine, something we'd been doing for ages rather than a week.

In no time I was thrusting hard and fast into Jennie, and she was responding with equal urgency. I heard moaning from beside us, it was Kate, furiously rubbing her clit. Imogen too was playing with herself, fingers pushing into her cunt.

I could hardly believe what was happening. The sun and the breeze on my body were a turn-on. The others' reaction was a turn-on. Could sex get any better?

It wasn't long before I came, then Jennie did too. I'm unsure about the others but I suspect they did; their moans suggested so.

A round of applause alerted me to our audience; the couple who had inspired us.

After we recovered somewhat Jennie suggested a dip in the sea. It sounded good.

Together in the water we embraced and kissed.

"That was incredible," she said.

"Yeah, it was fantastic. So exciting. Just, wow!"

"Did you see the others?" she asked.

I laughed, "Hard to miss. Have you ever seen each other like that before?"

"No way! Kate comes across as quite flirty, but I wonder if she's even touched herself before. Imogen is more experienced; she says she's not a virgin."

"Don't you know? I thought girls told each other everything."

"We do, but that doesn't mean I believe it all."

"Well, after that, I guess Kate will fuck the next boy she meets."

Jennie groaned, "She wishes, but I hope not, she has terrible taste in men. The only good thing is that they disappear before anything happens. It's like they are scared by how eager she is.

"Immie's the same, but opposite. She seems so unapproachable, so disinterested, that guys don't even try.

"It's a pity that we can't clone you."

"Who needs a clone when you have the real thing?" I joked.

The implication of what I had said dawned on both of us at the same time.

"Shit, sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

She laughed, "like hell you didn't. But maybe that's not such a bad idea, at least with Kate."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. It's not as if we made a lifelong commitment before we had sex. Are we even girlfriend and boyfriend? Is one trip to the cinema on a wet afternoon enough to count? We have been thrown together by our mothers' friendship."

"Well, I understand that argument. But how would you feel if I fucked one of them on the beach, right now, in front of you?"

"I think I'd be very turned on," she said.

I laughed, "I think I would be too."

Back on the beach, the others were behaving as if nothing had happened, except that they kept glancing across at us. Neither wanted to make a move.

Jennie saw a way to break the impasse.

"Kate, I think Adam needs some sun crème. Would you mind helping him?"

The excuse was transparent, I was lying on my back, and I didn't need any help. Kate wasn't troubled by the logic. She grabbed the sun crème and set to work.

"Make sure his cock is protected," she instructed, "a sunburnt cock is no use to anyone."

Kate was very diligent.

We had reached a key point. Go further or stop.

Jennie leaned close to her friend, "Do you want to fuck him? It's OK with me if you do, and I have a condom you can use."

"Mm-hhuh" was Kate's response.

With the condom fitted Jennie guided Kate on top of me. I felt her hymen resist, then surrender. Her full boobs dominated my view; it was a magnificent sight that further fuelled my arousal.

"Go on, fuck him" Jennie whispered.

Instinctively Kate responded, rising and falling upon my cock. I drove upwards, trying to match her rhythm, and reached up to play with her breasts. It wasn't long before she came, quivering repeatedly, then collapsing on top of me. Jennie helped her friend climb off me.

They sat cuddling, without shyness, as if they had sat like that before. My consideration of their situation was interrupted by Imogen leaning over, pulling the condom off me, and licking my cock clean. Job done she sat upright.

Smacking her lips, she explained, "I wanted to know what cum tastes like."

I was astonished. We all were.

In bed that evening Jennie and I talked more about our relationship. Whether it was OK to fuck somebody else; yes. If the other had to be there; no. Did we have to tell the other; yes, except that Jennie did not want to know if I had sex with her mother. In short, we were free to do what we wanted.

It had been an amazing day.

The only bad thing was hearing that Imogen would be away for the next two weeks. I had been hoping there would be another 'tasting'.

The week started badly.

Monday morning was chaos. Mum and Helen needed to get to the university and Maggie had to be delivered to her activity program. Because her new job didn't start until Tuesday Jennie had agreed to organise her sister. Four women and one bathroom is not a great combination. I stayed out of the way until Jennie returned. With her sister out of the way, we were able to spend the day in bed.

Tuesday was worse than Monday. Firstly, Jennie also had to get work and secondly, I was on my own all day. I went to the cinema and saw two films.

Wednesday was shaping up to be even worse than Tuesday. I had watched the movies that I wanted to see so my options were hanging around the house or shopping centre. Neither was attractive, so I opted to go into town. Mistake. It started raining like crazy as soon as I got there. I went straight back home. On the way I realised that I should have asked Kate if she wanted to meet up. Too late now. I would call her that evening.

A young woman got off the bus ahead of me. It was Esha, the girl from the chemist's shop who lived opposite Helen's house. She was as drenched as I was.

"Looks like you went out without a coat too."

"How can you tell?" she asked with a straight face.

"Just a hunch," I replied. "You're Esha, aren't you? Jennie told me your name. I'm staying at her house this summer.

"Oh, I'm Adam by the way."

Light dawned.

"You were in the shop the other day buying..." she tailed off giving me a knowing smile.

"Aren't you working today?" I asked, desperate to change the subject.

"No, Dad sometimes allows me a day off.

"Would you like a coffee to warm up?" she asked.

That was an unexpected development but "sure, why not? If you don't mind a soggy visitor."

Esha led me through to the kitchen, put the kettle on, and went to fetch some towels. Although we weren't dripping any more, our clothes were clinging tightly. The outline of Esha's nipples was visible through her shirt and bra.

She glanced down and grinned. "Perhaps we should get out of these wet clothes. I can put yours in the dryer if you want."

Even more unexpected. "Um, OK, that sounds like a good idea."

I hesitated; 'Bold Adam' was seemingly absent.

She pulled her shirt over her head, "there's no need to be shy."

"Er, no, you're right. There's no point."

We stood facing each other, gaze locked together until Esha stooped to pick up our clothes. I watched as she crouched to load the dryer.

"Let's go upstairs."

I admired Esha's bum as I followed her slight frame up the stairs. In her bedroom she turned to me, standing on tiptoe as we embraced, my stiff cock pressed between us.

"Mmm, that feels good."

I bent over to kiss her, my tongue pushing against her mouth in a way that would have been alien to me a few weeks before. She responded in kind.

Our height difference made it an uncomfortable position, so we lay down on the bed, exploring each other's bodies with mouths and hands. Esha seemed fascinated by my cock, as if contemplating the size of it. I'm not the largest but I wondered if it might be too much for her.

I need not have worried.

She clamped her legs behind me as I thrust into her over and over until we both came, gasping for breath. I flopped on the bed beside her.

"Are you working tomorrow?" I asked.

"Afraid so, but maybe we could meet up next Wednesday?"

"That sounds good", I nodded.

In bed that evening Jennie was delighted at the confirmation of Esha's wanton behaviour and my enthusiastic replay of the events described.

~

The weather was better the next morning, so I decided to go into town again.

I was walking through the square when somebody called my name. It was Frances. I was surprised to see her as I assumed she would be with Imogen at her Granny's. We exchanged the usual greetings. I told her I was bored.

"If you like you could come up to the house. I need help moving some soil; I'd be happy to pay you."

The work didn't sound like fun, but getting paid did.

By the front driveway, there was a pallet loaded with sacks. Each one had to be taken to the back garden and then emptied into a raised bed. They were too awkward and heavy for one person, so I understood why Frances wanted some help. Soon we were both dripping with sweat.

"I'll make some lunch. Why don't you have a swim to cool down?"

Lunch sounds good, but I don't have my trunks with me," I objected.

She looked at me, a smirk on her face. "That didn't seem to be a problem the other day."

"Good point."

This could get interesting.

I stripped off, rinsed off the worst of the sweat under the outdoor shower, and jumped into the pool. Frances put some sandwiches on the outside table, then undressed and showered before we ate. It was both weird and comfortable to sit naked with her.

We talked about what I was hoping to do for a career and her job as a freelance photographer. I complimented on the landscape pictures that lined the main hallway.

She sighed, "Those are the ones that I like taking, but the money is in pets, children, 'boudoir' - that's middle-aged women in their undies - and weddings. I avoid those; far too stressful."

"Actually, would you like to help me over the next few weeks? Somebody to help carry the gear on shoots would be useful."

"Why not, I have nothing better to do."

And so it was done. I became a temporary photographer's assistant.

We sealed the deal with a dip in the pool. And a kiss. And a grope. And yes, we screwed.

Frances' body was different than the four younger women I had been with so far. Her skin was softer, more giving. But I found it no less exciting, no less pleasurable, no less desirable.

~

For the first time that week, I had a good reason to go into town. I was going to meet Kate. We met outside the burger bar, my usual haunt, the place where I spent so many hours there should be a plaque with my name on it.

We hugged and I asked, "What would you like to do?"

Kate gave me a shy glance "How about we go back to my place?"

To a horny 17-year-old like me, the implication was obvious, she wanted to have sex. I was happy to oblige.

Happily, she lived only a short bus ride away.

Inside the flat, we could hardly wait to rip our clothes off. Still half-dressed we stumbled into her bedroom, pausing to complete the task before throwing ourselves onto her bed. Kate's substantial boobs attracted my attention first. Her large areolae puckered at my first touch; I sucked eagerly on each in turn before running my tongue down her body and through her black bush to her pussy.

She bucked beneath me as I touched her clit, swirling around it while my fingers pushed inside her, feeling the wetness, enjoying the warmth. I broke away to retrieve a condom from my jeans, then entered her enthusiastically, driving in hard and deep, until we both came, collapsing in a sweaty heap.

~

On Monday morning Frances picked me up for my first assignment as her assistant. We were going to photograph a horse. A task she laughingly described as a 'nail-gun job'. Which was an odd way to talk about what she said were her favourite animals to capture on film.

"They seem interested in what's happening. Dogs won't sit still, and cats just don't want to be there."

I wasn't sure why I was there. We were able to park in the stable yard and there wasn't much equipment needed. I mentioned this on the way back. She told me not to worry. The problem was that it wasn't always clear how much help she would want. Today had turned out to be an easy gig, not all would.

Frances asked if I'd like to learn about photography. Of course, I said yes. She explained the need to balance between aperture, shutter speed, and film rating, and the importance of focus. It seemed clear, but I knew that it couldn't be that easy.

On the way home we stopped at a local beauty spot high on the Downs. In the car park, Frances loaded a new reel of film into her camera and then gave me a quick explanation of the controls.

She posed, leaning against a tree, then a rock, and finally with the open landscape behind her. At her direction, I took several shots each time varying the aperture. For the final set, Frances unbuttoned her blouse to give me a flash of boob.

Back at her house, it wasn't long before we were naked in the pool once again.

~

I woke on Wednesday morning thinking back to the previous week when a sudden rainstorm had brought Esha and me together. Sadly, there was unlikely to be a re-run today as I would be helping Frances. We were working in her studio when the doorbell rang. She was sorting through some negatives; I was waiting for my next task.

"Could you get that?" she asked.

A middle-aged woman was on the doorstep, a holdall at her feet. Not a Jehovah's Witness.

"Oh hello," she cooed. "I wasn't expecting you, is Frances here?"

"Yes, she's busy with something in the studio. Can I help?"

"I expect she's getting ready for my shoot. Show me the way!" she commanded.

This was odd. Frances hadn't said anything about shooting a client today, but the woman seemed certain, so I led her through to the studio.

"Hi Pam, what are you doing here?" Frances asked, confusion evident, "your shoot is next week."

"Oh no, that can't be, I'm away on holiday then. It must be today; I want the photos as a gift for my husband. A romantic trip for our anniversary." She gave an exaggerated wink.

Frances was flicking through the diary she kept by the phone.

"I have it down as next week, but I suppose we could shoot today. The only problem is there's no stylist here to help with hair and make-up."

"That's no problem, I know how to do that, and I'm sure your young man can give me a quick touch-up if I need one."

The innuendo was obvious.

"Adam won't be here; I don't do a session like this with other people around. It needs to be intimate."

"I don't mind him staying, he'll get my juices going."

Frances gave in. She showed Pam to the dressing room to get ready. As we prepared the studio, she explained that her son was the same age as Imogen, they'd met at children's parties, PTA meetings, and so on.

"Is she always like this?"

"Yup, afraid so. I don't know why I agreed to do this shoot. She's going to drive me - us - nuts today."

Pam appeared dressed in a pink satin gown edged with lace, with glimpses of matching bra and panties beneath. Frances took dozens of shots frequently moving around, instructing her subject to change position.

We paused for Pam to put on a different outfit. Black lace replaced pink satin, with obvious areolae instead of a hint of nipple. A less confident woman might have hesitated, perhaps troubled by her fuller figure, but our model appeared to relish the exposure. When she returned to the dressing room for another change, Frances whispered to me.

"I think the flirting with you is all show; with your help, I'd like to call her bluff. If you're up for it, of course."

I grinned. "I've been 'up' all day, I think I can stay that way."

"You're as bad as she is!" Frances gave me a playful punch. We agreed on a plan.

Pam returned in only a short negligee that was hanging open. Nothing was concealed, and she knew it. She pouted at me. It was all deliberate. This was going to be fun.

I left the studio; in the corridor outside I quickly stripped off. Stroking myself to stay hard while I waited for a signal from Frances. I could hear her giving Pam directions and see the flash of the lights every time she took a shot.

"Adam," she called "Can you help Pam, please?"

I stepped back into the room. My cock pointed directly at Pam, who squealed in surprise. Frances took a rapid sequence of shots.

Moving closer to the couch, my cock now inches from Pam's face, I could hear her ragged breathing. Silently I was daring her to touch me. More shots.

Tentatively reaching out a hand to place a single finger on my shaft. Then grasping it, starting to stroke. More shots.

"Hold it," called Frances, "I need a fresh roll of film."

"OK, ready. If it's OK with Adam, you can suck him." Pam glanced up, and I nodded.

She leaned forward, sticking out her tongue to lick a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my penis. Slowly she slid her mouth down the shaft. More flashes from the lights.

"Stop!" I need to change the film again. "If Adam's willing, do you want to try a different position, Pam?"

We both nodded.

"Right. Pam, I want you to kneel on the couch, resting your arms on the back facing away from me. Oh, and lose the robe."

Frances gestured for me to stand to one side. Pam did as she told, ample arse now on full display. More shots.

"Pull your cheeks wide." More shots.

"Now your pussy." More shots.

Was Frances trying to humiliate this woman?

"Changing film again. Tell me if we're going too far."

There was throaty 'this is good' from Pam.

"Right, Adam. I want you to lick her pussy. Stick your tongue out and keep your head back as far as possible so I have space to get some close-ups."

It was a bit uncomfortable. Frances was close enough for me to hear the camera shutter.

"Now, put your face right in there. Don't worry about the camera."

She backed off and the lights flashed repeatedly as she took more pictures.

Pam moaned as I explored her pussy with my tongue; she was very wet. How far were we going to go with this? Did Frances want photos of me screwing Pam? Was I prepared to do that?

OK, that last one was a silly question. Of course, I was.

Finally, Frances asked Pam if she wanted me to fuck her. She did. With a condom? Up to me. I was OK without one.

I stood behind Pam and entered her cunt. It was warm, wet, and loose. Frances instructed me to move slowly so that things weren't too blurred. More shots.

I bent forward, reaching for Pam's pendulous breasts. More shots.

Frances moved around us, shooting from different directions, and different angles. She must have changed the film a couple of times. At last, crouching near the back of the sofa she told me 'Now'. I didn't need any further encouragement, and neither did Pam. Thrusting as hard as I could we both came quickly. The camera fell silent.

"Super, I think we got the shots you wanted, Pam.

"Adam, you'd better use the shower first, Pam's going to need a moment."

I withdrew my cock, dripping with cum, grinning at Frances.

When I returned, now fully dressed, Pam had recovered somewhat. But her manner was different; her previous bluster and bravado were gone. Had we broken her?

"Thank you," she said to me, sheepishly, as Frances hustled her off to the shower.

After Pam had left Frances and I headed for the pool. As you'd expect, she was extremely horny. I did my best to satisfy her; it's important to keep your boss happy. Job done, we chatted.

"I like being a photographer's assistant. What happens now?"

Frances explained that because she'd used so much film, she'd use a specialist in Worthing to develop all the negatives, then show a selection to Pam so that she could choose which to print.

"It'll be tight to get everything done in time, but it's possible."

I asked if she had ever done a shoot like that before or had intended to go so far with this one.

"There have been a few intimate sessions with couples who got a bit frisky, but I left the studio when things got too hot.

"As for today, 'no'. I thought we'd just tease her a bit and then leave her hanging. But, well, I was turned on and I could see both of you were.

"By the way, I'll make sure that you are recognisable in any of the pictures."

"I hadn't thought of that, thanks."

Frances drove me home. At dinner, as always, Mum asked what I'd been doing that day. I said we'd had a studio shoot with a difficult client, but by the end she was satisfied.

Later, in bed, I told Jennie the full story. Well, most of it, I didn't tell her that the client was her classmate's mum.

~

The next day, Thursday, I was at a loose end again. Frances was going to be busy sorting out the photos from the shoot with Pam, so she didn't need me. Jennie and our mothers were all at work, and Maggie was at the activity program. The house was deserted; I could do what I liked.

What I liked was a long lie-in, followed by an intensive session of doing nothing, then a spot of lunch. By early afternoon I decided on a shower and getting dressed. Mum would not be impressed if I was still in my night clothes when she got back.

In the bathroom, I stripped off. I had a serious erection from thinking of the shoot with Pam yesterday. As I considered whether to jerk off over the sink or in the shower the door swung open. Helen. Helen, eyes wide with the sight that greeted her.

"Oh, Adam, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were home," she stammered.

'Bold Adam' kicked in. I turned to face her. Prick at full attention.

"Hello, Warden. Are you here to do a strip search?"

She blushed. She hesitated, obviously torn between leaving and staying, decorum and impropriety. 'Bold Helen' won.

"Would you like me to?"

I nodded, she stepped in close, grasped my dick with one hand, and pulled my head down with the other. We kissed deeply, lips parted, tongues tangled.

"My room," she gasped.

Still holding my dick, she led me to the top floor, undoing her blouse as she went.

Urgently she undressed, I helped as much as I could. Blouse, bra, skirt, panties, all gone within moments. Without ceremony, she kneeled on the bed, her arse in the air, and instructed "fuck me!"

This was all happening very quickly. We had gone from 0 to 60 in no time at all, but I hate to disappoint a lady. After checking with my fingers that Helen was suitably wet, I quickly entered her as far as I could go. Sensing her need I thrust in and out as quickly and as powerfully as I could. Her loud groaning told me that I was doing the right thing.

When Helen orgasmed, her reaction was stronger than any that I had experienced before. She screamed out and she shook violently. That triggered me to cum too. It was a good thing that nobody else was in the house. This was not a discrete fuck.

Helen looked back and grinned, "We probably shouldn't have done that, but I'm glad we did.

"Just promise me that you won't tell Jennie."

"Don't worry, I won't.

"I won't tell her even if we do it again. Perhaps you could help with this..." I gestured at my cock, which was only at half-mast.

"It would be my pleasure to help such a model prisoner," she said as she swallowed my cock.

Before long we were screwing again. Helen wasn't quite so vocal this time, but anyone in the next room would have heard her.

She glanced at the clock and sighed, "It's almost time to collect Maggie so I had better tidy myself up. Thank you again, and not a word to anyone."

I smiled my agreement.

~

Monday, my penultimate week in Brighton. Frances wanted me to help her with a location shoot which meant that it was the first day that I was working but Jennie was not. She was not happy about that. I wasn't either but earning some money and the possibility of fucking Frances again helped.

We had to photograph an old lady with her pet cat, a 'woman stroking pussy' job as Frances put it. It was a perfect summary of what happened.

The light in the cottage was good enough not to need lights and reflectors so, as fetching and carrying those was my main task, I had little to do. For my benefit, Frances gave a running commentary on what she was doing for each photograph. I was back in school.

On the way home she turned off the main road; we were headed for the nude beach. Down on the sand we both stripped off. I photographed Frances as she struck a series of poses.

Initially discrete they became increasingly explicit. Lying on the sand revealing little, leaning forward cupping her breasts, then spreading her legs, and finally pulling her pussy lips apart. I was very stiff.

We swapped roles. I mimicked her poses, replacing the last with lying back on the sand with my cock pointing to the sky.

That was it. Frances put the camera in her bag before crawling across to take my cock in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the tip, juggling my balls with her fingers. I lay back savouring the moment.

Were there other people on the beach? I had no idea. Was anyone watching? I didn't care.

My reverie was broken when Frances positioned herself above me, sinking onto my dick with evident pleasure. I reached up to play with her boobs as she bounced up and down. What a feeling.

I came before she did. Frances kept going until she peaked too.

We recovered with a quick dip in the sea.

~

The next morning, I caught the bus up the hill to Frances' house. There was no shoot planned but she wanted some help re-organising the studio. As before it felt like make-work, but I wasn't going to complain.

I saw Imogen for the first time in a couple of weeks. Over lunch, we chatted about her holiday. Her grandmother sounded terrible to me, but she seemed to have had a good time.

Work done I sought her out again. Imogen was in her room.

"Have you fucked my mother?".

I wasn't expecting that question.

"Er, yes, how did you know?"

"Seen the signs before. She gets a kind of glow. Don't get me wrong, I like it. She gets much more mellow around the house."

"You don't mind?"

"No, kind of jealous actually."

That stunned me. I was even more stunned when Imogen kissed me.

Hands roamed, tongues twisted, clothes were shed.

Imogen moaned as I pushed inside her for the first time. Our eyes connected as I paused deep inside her. She grinned.

"Do it. I want to know how it feels."

I smiled back.

"With pleasure."

~

Frances didn't need me on Wednesday, so I was at a loose end. I decided to see if Esha was around. She was.

When she saw that it was me at her door, Esha smiled broadly and grabbed my hand, pulling me inside and then up the stairs.

"I missed you last week," she called back over her shoulder.

"Sorry, had to work."

Not a second was wasted. We went straight to her bedroom, stripped, and fucked. There is no other word for it. Esha urged me on, and I responded, wildly pounding into her as hard as I could. As I did so she orgasmed repeatedly. After I came myself, I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to the side so that I did not crush the tiny woman.

Esha looked at me sheepishly, "Sorry, that was a bit rude. I get so horny that I forget my manners. You don't mind, do you?"

"How could I mind having sex with a beautiful woman?"

We had sex again. This time it was unhurried, more gentle, softer. But no less enjoyable. As we cuddled afterwards, Esha asked what turned me on. Esha was astonished to learn that I was a virgin until a few weeks earlier.

"It's too soon. I don't really know yet but being naked in front of other people is exciting."

"You've done that?" she asked.

"Yes, I've been to a nude beach a couple of times and stripped off at a friend's pool."

"Ohmigod, that's so cool. I wish I could do that."

I smiled. I had an idea.

~

I spent the next morning with Frances in her studio then hurried home hoping to see Helen. I wasn't disappointed.

"I was hoping to see you," she said.

This time was less hurried, less frantic. We undressed in the bathroom and then showered together, it wasn't easy in the cramped space, but we managed. Upstairs, I pushed Helen onto her bed. She spread her legs so that I could go down on her. I explored her thoroughly with my fingers and tongue. She moaned with please and then spasmed, her legs clamped against my head.

"Adam, would you do something special with me? It's been a long time, so we'll have to go slow, but I'd like you to fuck my arse. Would you do that for me?"

"OK," I nodded, uncertain what to say. She reached over to the bedside cabinet, producing a tube of lubricant, and instructing me to use lots of it. She placed two pillows on the bed beneath her, her bum stuck up in the air.

I followed her instructions, pushing one finger slowly inside her, stopping whenever her anus tensed around me. One finger became two, and then Helen said that she thought she was ready. Kneeling behind her I placed the tip of my cock against her hole, pushing forward with gentle pressure.

Suddenly it was inside, but her rosebud tightened again. I waited until it relaxed. As slowly and gently as I would I pushed all the way in, then stopped. Hearing her whimpers I asked if she was alright. In no uncertain terms, she told me to carry on.

Carefully I pulled back, then thrust deep again. Over and over, faster and faster. I didn't last long. The tightness of Helen's arsehole and the novelty of what I was doing saw to that. She screamed in delight as I shot my load inside her. Exhausted I slumped onto the bed beside her. She smiled at me.

"Thank you".

~

Sunday was another glorious day. The only dark cloud was the knowledge that my 'sentence' at the seaside was nearly done.

The plan was for Imogen to drive Jennie and me to the nude beach again. I broached the idea of Esha joining us. They took some convincing, but they came around to the idea, so I popped across the road.

Esha's Dad answered the door. He did not look pleased when he realised that the boy who had been buying condoms wanted to speak to his daughter, but he called her down anyway. We sat on the front step, and I asked if she wanted to come with us. She looked both delighted and petrified.

The little car park was nearly full, so it was no surprise that there were a lot of people already on the sand, most of them naked. We found a nice spot and spread out our towels. Esha stood gawping as Jennie, Imogen, and I stripped and applied sunscreen.

"It's OK, Esha," said Jennie soothingly, "it's not compulsory to get naked. Just relax and see how you feel later.

Esha was shaking, "thanks, I think I'll stay like this for now."

A little while later she stood, said "fuck" loudly and pulled all her clothes off as fast as she could, as if trying to finish before she lost her courage. We all laughed. Esha looked triumphant.

So, there I was, sat with three friends, all of us naked. What had seemed strange and daring a few weeks before was now normal, but still a bit exciting.

The excitement mounted when we went for a dip. There was a lot of splashing, pulling people under, and groping going on. I was at half-mast as we returned to our towels. The girls played 'Rock-Paper-Scissors' for the honour of fucking me first. Imogen won. Jennie handed her a condom. Esha looked on enviously.

Imogen chose to ride me, which Jennie exploited by burrowing between our legs to lick us both. Esha looked on in amazement.

Around us, others had noticed what was happening. Imogen's cries of pleasure as she came were rewarded with applause and cheers. She looked about at first in shock, and then in triumph. I noticed Harriet and George in the crowd and hoped they would be discrete about what they'd seen; it wasn't for them to tell Imogen's parents.

"Ohmigod, that was so hot," whispered Esha. "I want to go next!"

"You need to give me some time," I cautioned.

I must have dozed off. The next thing I was aware of was a hand stroking my cock. Esha. She grinned at me, then rolled a rubber onto me. What was I to do?

Esha knelt on her knees and elbows, "From behind please."

I positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt.

She was dripping wet. Shoving myself inside I began pistoning into her. God, she was tight.

I could also see Jennie touch Esha, reaching beneath to fondle her small breasts, and then leaning down to kiss her. Meanwhile, Imogen was stroking down my back, between my cheeks and onto my testicles. Looking around I saw people becoming aware of what was happening.

As before a crowd started to gather, I didn't care. I came, and so did Esha.

That left only Imogen unsatisfied. I smiled at her, "Don't worry, you'll get your turn."

She did. Somewhat ironically it was another couple that got me fired up again. Imogen did not complain.

~

Monday. The start of my final week by the seaside. Jennie & I were going to meet Kate, to catch up after her trip to Italy. The weather had turned foul again, making a day in the town centre a miserable prospect, so she came to us.

We sat side by side on my/Jennie's bed listening to music. She asked how Kate's holiday had been. The answers were positive, but the tone was all wrong. Something was clearly troubling her. Jennie held her friend's hand.

Then Kate burst into tears. Jennie put her arms around her, hugging her tight. I picked up a box of tissues and passed one to the distraught girl.

Eventually, she told us the whole story. She had been having a great time staying with her grandparents until her uncle and his family arrived. Guido, her cousin, would not leave her alone, always trying to kiss and touch her. He wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

It came to a head one day when they were both in the garden. Guido sneaked up behind Kate, grabbed her and managed to stick his hand down inside her panties before she realised what was happening.

"I turned around and kneed him in the groin; he didn't like that." She gave a brief smile, "then it got a lot worse."

I could see a look of concern in Jennie's eyes. Kate saw it too. "No, don't worry, it wasn't that," she said urgently.

"Our parents heard Guido's squeal when I kicked him, and they came running. He... he said some horrible things about me. He told them I was a whore who had been leading him on all week.

"Of course, that makes no sense, if I had been leading him on why would I have hurt him? But his father believed him or at least took his side. That got my mother angry, and she said that Guido was turning out to be as bad as him. And then they were all arguing with each other, throwing insults, Mum slapped her brother, Guido's father, and... well... it was awful. They stormed off and Granny was crying.

"It all feels like my fault. Maybe if I had reacted differently... but it was just instinct," she sobbed.

Jennie pulled her tight. "Guido is responsible, and his dad too, not you. I'm proud of you."

"Yeah, well done," I added, patting Kate on the knee. Then I realised that the two girls were kissing. Not a peck on the cheek either, it was a deep, passionate kiss. I started to get up, thinking that I should leave them alone, but Kate broke away.

"Stay, please," she said and then kissed me too like she had been doing with Jennie.

"You are both so kind and gentle with me. There's no pressure to do anything I don't want to."

Leaning in for a group hug, the kissing continued in different combinations. Hands were wandering, exploring, undoing buttons and zips, sliding inside clothing.

Suddenly Kate was standing, removing all of her clothes, grinning at us. "Now, both of you."

We did. My cock was hard, pointing at both the women. Beautiful in different ways. Their nipples were hard, and their pussies were glistening with moisture. Jennie made the next move, pushing Kate backwards onto the bed, then pushing her head between her thighs.

It did not look like the first time she had done this. I wasn't completely surprised. Since our first time on the nude beach, I had wondered if the tender way that Jennie had helped Kate off me was something more than simple friendship.

I leant over to kiss Kate on the mouth, then licked my way down to suck on her breasts. Her breathing became heavy from the attention that she was getting. She grabbed my dick, pulling it to her mouth. Her need for air made swallowing it difficult so she settled for licking the shaft, whilst one hand played with my balls. Her efforts and the novelty of what I was seeing brought me to a climax, my sperm landing across her face and into her hair. A new experience for both of us. Kate spasmed in a wave of orgasms.

Jennie broke away, seeing her friend plastered with my cum she giggled wildly. Seeing her face coated in Kate's juices I laughed back.

"Bad man, I assumed that you would fuck Kate next. Your punishment is to eat her out. Make it good," Jennie instructed.

I did my best. Kate seemed to appreciate my efforts, but it was hard to be sure when Jennie was sitting on her face.

The rest of the day was spent pleasing Kate as best we could. Jennie and I did not actually fuck until we went to bed that evening.

"Thanks for being there for Kate," Jennie whispered just before she fell asleep.

~

Thursday. Another day working with Frances at the house. I caught the bus up the hill and then walked the rest of the way.

We sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee she handed me a large envelope.

"This is the first part of your going away present. Open it."

Inside were several large photographs. The top one was Pam licking a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my dick. Next were several others from the same shoot, then one of those I had taken of Frances on the beach.

The last was new to me. Frances was naked, directly facing the camera, holding the lips of her pussy wide.

I smiled. The best wank material that anyone could want.

"Thank you."

"There will be a second part, but it needs some work. Would you help me?"

"Of course, boss."

We finished our coffees. The studio was set up in the usual way, but I noticed that the camera was different, sitting higher on the tripod.

"Motor drive," said Frances. "Advances the film automatically, no need to crank the lever. Combine with a self-timer and you can take a whole reel of film without touching the camera.

"Let's test it out."

Understanding the implications, I grinned.

~

Sunday. My last day in Brighton. Frances had invited all of us for a barbecue; good. Parents and siblings included too; not-so-good, bathing costumes would be staying on.

So that Mum and Helen could have a drink if they wanted, we took the bus. Kate was already aboard; her parents had a prior engagement so they wouldn't be coming.

As soon as we arrived at the house Maggie threw off her outer layer of clothing and jumped into the pool. Frances introduced me to her husband, Ron, who was preparing the barbecue. With his pale skin and mass of ginger hair, you could see where Imogen's complexion came from. He travelled a lot on business, which is why I had not met him before. We chatted about the places he had been, which he liked, and so on.

Frances tapped me on the shoulder, "I've got something for you. It's in the studio."

I admired her swaying hips as I followed her. Was there an extra waggle just for me? My cock thought so.

The something was another envelope with large print photos inside. They were all from our shoot the other day. Unlike those with Pam she had not cropped my face out; we were both completely recognisable.

"Keep those to yourself," she urged. "And there's one more thing I want you to do."

Frances leant forward, elbows on the arms of the sofa. It was obvious what she wanted me to do. I flipped up her sundress, expecting panties but finding none. I could see moisture around her cunt. I undid my shorts and pushed them down, trunks too.

The fuck was fast and furious. We were both excited by the risk of being seen. I could feel my balls slapping against her and could hear the noise of our bodies colliding. We both came.

When I pulled out there was cum oozing from her pussy. Instinctively I wrapped my lips around her cunt, licking and sucking her clean; she climaxed again. It was the first time I had ever done that; it wouldn't be the last.

Back by the pool, Ron was cooking the first pieces of meat. I helped Frances carry trays of salad from the kitchen. She was now in a simple, red, one-piece swimsuit.

Imogen, Jennie, and Kate had all been sunbathing topless. To my surprise, they didn't cover up when we crowded around the table to eat. Nobody mentioned it, not even Maggie. Helen leaned over for a quiet word with her youngest daughter.

Maggie's reply was louder, "That's OK, mum. It will be just like the beach in France last year."

Helen removed the top of her bikini. Mum took a large slug of wine and then did the same. Frances rolled her one-piece down to her waist. Apart from Maggie, all the women were now topless.

Had they planned this?

Lunch over everybody helped to clear the table, then settled down to enjoy the sun.

As usual. it was Imogen who raised the stakes. Completely removing her swimsuit before diving into the pool for a swim. Kate and Jennie quickly accepted the challenge.

Helen and Frances were a bit more casual about it, but they stripped too. It took another glass of wine for Mum to pluck up the courage, but she did.

I noticed Ron talking quietly with Helen, who walked over to Maggie for another whispered conversation. She glanced back at him and gave a clear nod. He pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts, revealing his cock amidst a mass of red pubes. Maggie was staring.

My turn.

I stripped too.

Now only Maggie was wearing anything at all. I felt sorry for her. Being the odd one out is never a nice thing, especially for a teenager.

So, there we all were, mostly naked. It felt good, a mixture of naughty and normal.

Later, emerging from the toilet Helen grabbed me, dragging me into the adjacent utility room. Closing the door behind us she sank to her knees, grasping my cock in both hands.

I could feel her breath against my skin, then her tongue, then her lips, and even her teeth as she drove her head forward until her nose hit my pubes. It was the deepest she had ever taken me, the deepest any of them had.

That evening, in bed with Jennie, I told her about my quick fuck with Frances and we looked at the photos from the previous week. They were hot. One of me entering her from behind particularly excited her Jennie. She leapt out of bed to adopt the same pose, leaning on her desk. I reached for a condom.

"No," she said, "I'm on the pill now. I want you to clean me afterwards, like you did for Frances."

"It will be my pleasure."

Pausing only to check that Jennie was wet enough, I pushed inside her. Although I was behind her, I could see Jennie's face in a mirror on the wall. Her mouth was wide, gasping for air, eyes shut, revelling in the feeling of my cock driving into her.

Six weeks ago, we were both virgins. Our first sex had been fumbling and brief. Since then, we have fucked often, learning how to last longer and give more pleasure.

Epilogue

As Mum drove us home, I reflected on the summer in which I had lost my virginity, slept with seven women, and discovered the joy of public nudity.

I hadn't wanted to go to Brighton, but it had been the best time of my life so far.

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There will be more stories about Adam in this series, and you can read about some of his other adventures in 'Adam in Asia'.