Summer by The Sea, Again

This is the third story in a series describing Adam's first sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity. I recommend reading them in order.

Chronologically, most of this series comes before "Adam in Asia", but it doesn't matter which one you read first.

All participants are 18 or over.

Prologue

My name is Adam; I am 19 years old and have just finished school. I live in South London with my mother.

Summer by the sea, again

When I got back from filming in France, I was exhausted. It had been three intense weeks on set, and coming straight after my final exams, I needed to rest.

"Why don't you come down to Brighton with me?" Mum asked. "You can sleep as much as you want, and I promise that Aunt Helen won't chase you out of the house like last summer."

It was an attractive prospect. We had stayed with her old friend Helen the year before when Mum was teaching on a course at the university. I had not wanted to go but had ended up having a great time. I agreed, so a couple of days later, we were headed down the A23.

It was great to see Aunt Helen and Jennie again. Even Maggie, Jennie's little sister, did not seem as annoying as the year before, at least until she was reminded that they would be sharing her room on my account.

The previous year, I had shared Jennie's room with her, so this year seemed like a downgrade. Fair enough; I couldn't just turn up and expect to sleep with her again. But perhaps, like before, she would join me in the dark of the night.

Jennie came with me when I took my bag upstairs to her room, where I would be sleeping.

"Sorry to be kicking you out again," I offered.

"Perhaps you can't get rid of me that easily," she teased in return. "I might need some more of your bedtime stories. Do you have any new ones to tell?"

The previous summer, when we had been sharing her bed, we got into the habit of telling each other about our various sexual adventures. We weren't a couple, more like friends with benefits, so we were free to play with others, although it is fair to say that I got more action than Jennie did. Still, hearing about them turned her on and led, inevitably, to sex.

"I might have one or two for you."

She grinned, "Oh good, I'll get my stuff from Maggie's room".

And so it was that we started sharing her bed again, just like that. This time we didn't try to hide it. At dinner, Jennie announced that "Adam and I will be sharing again."

"OK," said my mother.

"Just be careful," said hers.

"Great, I get my room to myself," said Maggie.

Later, when we headed upstairs to bed, we got ready as if we were in an established relationship. In a way, we were, but we hadn't slept together, even seen each other, for nearly a year. I guess we were just comfortable together.

Normally, I sleep naked, but that night I opted for a t-shirt and boxers. Jennie had opted to wear a long shirt with panties beneath. We snuggled up in bed.

"So, tell me all the naughty things you have been up to over the last year.

"But make sure they are true, I don't want any fairytales," she cautioned.

"There are quite a few, all related to the film, but let's start with the first."

I told her about my trip to Paris with Diana, the casting agent. How we had slept together and about her performance at a strip club. I could tell that Jennie was getting turned on as her hand slipped under her shirt and into her undies. When I got to the bit about the private dance her other hand sought out my cock. The story petered out - there wasn't much more to tell - as we shed our bedclothes and lust engulfed us.

~

The next morning, during the chaos of breakfast, there was a phone call for me. It was Frances, the mother of one of Jennie's friends, who ran a small photography business.

"I hear you are back in town for a few weeks. Would you be interested in helping me again?"

"Sure, but I won't be around as long this time."

"I understand. How about I pick you up in an hour or so? Then we can sort out the details."

I had been hoping to reconnect with Jennie, but that would obviously have to wait.

Frances took me back to her house, where she had a studio in what had been built as a 'granny annexe'. Over coffee, we discussed which of her upcoming shoots she wanted help with, but I had the sense that there was something else she wanted to talk about.

"Do you remember Pam, whom you helped me photograph last year? You know, the boudoir set that went a bit further than planned."

"You mean the one where I ended up fucking her and you kept shooting?" I asked, deadpan.

Frances blushed. "Yes, that one. Well, I assumed she would only show her husband the ones of her, but she shared the shots with you too."

"You mean he knows I fucked his wife? Is he angry? Does he know who I am?"

"Calm down," she laughed. "He's quite the opposite of angry.

"He wants you and Pam to do another shoot, but this time with him watching. I'll split the fee, like last time, but they are offering twice the usual rate, so it will be a few hundred pounds.

"What do you think?"

I was flabbergasted.

"Let me think," I said. Frances sat patiently while I assembled my thoughts.

I was being offered money to fuck someone. Of course, that was sort of what had happened with Jacqueline in France, but this was different somehow.

"You said he wanted to 'be there', does that mean he just wants to watch, or is he expecting to take part? Is he expecting to do something with me? Or vice versa? I am not willing to do it if he's physically involved."

"I took 'be there' to mean just watch, but it is ambiguous. Let me clarify that with them. Does this mean you'll do it as long as he stays watching?"

"Yes, as long as you keep my face out of shot, like before."

"No problem. Could you do next Monday?"

I nodded. What had I gotten myself into?

"There's another thing you could help me with. I have been asked to do a boudoir shoot for a young woman. It is sort of a hen party thing, so her friends want to spice it up a bit by having a male model for some of the shots. What do you think?"

"Just modelling or are you pimping me out again?"

Frances winced, "Ouch, guess I deserve that. Just modelling."

She told me the date, a Friday, a couple of weeks away.

"OK, I can do that. Anything else?"

"Nope, how about a dip?" she asked.

It was a hot day, so the pool in the garden was looking very appealing.

"How about afterwards?" I replied, stepping close to her.

Frances cocked her head, "after what?"

Then she got my meaning, opening her mouth as I leaned down to kiss her. We had been lovers the previous summer. She wasn't my first - that had been Jennie - but she had been my first older woman.

Back then I did not know the term MILF, if I had I would have used it about Frances. Mid-40s, quite tall, with light brown hair streaked with highlights. In her youth, she would have been willowy like Imogen, her daughter, but motherhood and middle age had added a few curves here and there.

Clothes quickly discarded, our hands explored familiar shapes and crevices. I leant back against the arm of the big red sofa as Frances sunk to her knees exploring my now stiff dick with her hands and mouth. We swapped around so that I could go down on her. Mouth on her labia, tongue teasing their ridges and folds, fingers gently penetrating her vagina. She quivered against me as I brought her to orgasm, moisture flooding her passage.

Ready for the next step, she pushed me away, spread a towel across the arm of the sofa and bent forward. It was obvious what she wanted, and I was happy to oblige, easily ramming my cock all the way in, balls slapping against her thighs. Gripping her hips, I quickly increased my speed.

I was learning that this was one of my favourite positions, consequently, I came quite quickly, moaning as I did. Frances wasn't quite there yet, so I kept stroking in and out, revelling in the sticky mess of cum that slurped around my cock, until she did.

"Now it's time for the pool," I said, and we wandered outside.

In bed that evening, I told Jennie what Frances was proposing. Her face was a picture.

"Wow, so you are going to be a gigolo!" she giggled.

"I hadn't thought of it that way," I mumbled, "maybe I should cancel."

"Nah, go for it. You'll earn some money and have a story to tell me, you might even have fun!"

"How about you tell me about your adventures," I suggested.

Jennie thought for a moment, "There's nothing to compare to your story. I have been out with a few boys from school. They were either jerks or too shy to start anything. Imogen and I took one to the nude beach, which was a disaster.

"We stripped off, but he refused, and then he came in his pants!

"Imogen and I have been making out. Being with a girl, at least with her, is so different. But I don't think I can give these up..." she said as she reached for my cock.

~

The next day, Frances called to say that she had confirmed the ground rules with Pam and Jerry, so the shoot was on. Over the next few days, I helped her with several shoots, mostly animals: cats, dogs, and horses. There was also one day of product shots for a local company. Nothing exciting, but I liked learning more about photography, and she was happy to teach me.

Most days we ended up fucking. Sometimes in the pool or by it, sometimes inside. Ron, her husband, was on a business trip, and Imogen, her daughter, was away with friends, so the house was otherwise deserted. I think Frances was glad of my company; the sex was good too.

~

Each evening, I told Jennie what we had been up to.

"Does it bother you that she is older?" she asked one evening.

"No, not at all. Obviously, her body is not the same as a younger woman's, which some guys would find a turn-off, but I don't. Plus, she has experience, she knows what she likes and how to please a man.

Neither of us are looking for a relationship; it's just for pleasure.

"Perhaps you should try somebody older yourself. Imogen's Dad would probably be interested. We could have a foursome!"

I expected Jennie to reject the idea immediately. To my surprise, she seemed to be considering it.

"Imogen's my best friend, so I don't think I could do anything with her Dad. But you might be right about trying somebody older.

"Now fuck me!" she demanded.

~

On Monday, Frances was busy with preparations, so I took the bus to her studio. Entering through the side door, I bumped into a petite young woman with long dark hair.

"Oh, hi, you must be Adam. I'm Joanna."

We shook hands. I had forgotten that Frances usually had a makeup artist present for a boudoir shoot. Would she be watching me perform, too?

"Pam is almost ready; do you want me to do any work on you?"

I declined and went to find Frances, who was in the main studio area adjusting lights. After a quick hug, she introduced me to Pam's husband, Pete. Shaking hands with a man whose wife I was about to screw, with him watching, is high on my list of strange things to be doing.

"Time to get ready, Adam," Frances instructed, "there's a robe in the dressing room; please wear that to start."

Pam was in the dressing room, with Joanna fussing over her hair. I greeted her and she gave me a warm smile.

"Thank you for doing this for us, Pete and I are so excited."

"Last time was so spontaneous, I hope I can live up to your expectations."

"If it is half as good as last time, it will be great." She assured me.

Unlike Frances I would not call Pam a MILF. She was quite heavy, with sagging boobs. I was worried about getting hard, but as I stripped off, I could feel my cock stiffen. Pam had noticed too; I caught her staring at me in the mirror.

I slipped on my robe. "See you in the studio."

I chatted to Pete as we waited for Pam.

"Have you done this before?" he asked.

"No, apart from the previous time with Pam, and that wasn't planned. It was meant as a bit of a joke, but it got out of hand," I explained.

"That's what she said, but we loved it. It was such a turn-on seeing her with another guy.

"We had talked about doing that, but never acted on it until now."

Pam came into the studio, followed by Joanna.

Frances started with some conventional boudoir poses, carefully instructing Pam what to do and where to look. Occasionally, she would guide her into position manually. She had taken these kinds of shots the previous year, so I suspect the idea was to get Pam and me warmed up for what was to come.

When she beckoned me over, I was more than ready. Although I wasn't attracted to Pam the idea of screwing somebody with others watching was a huge turn-on.

We began with a blowjob; Frances crouched nearby for a close-up. Pam was keen to work my cock, but we had to keep freezing in position so that the focus was sharp. It was both frustrating and tantalising.

I glanced over to see both Joanna and Pete staring in rapt attention.

Next were some shots of me going down on Pam. For these, I wore a mask so that I could not be recognised. This wasn't a great position for photographs, so we soon moved on to a series of me touching Pam - boobs, cunt, etc. - for which I kept the mask on, just in case.

Finally, it was time to fuck. If that is the word for the slow torture that Frances put us through. Penetrate, hold! Thrust, hold! Pull back, hold! In the days of film cameras, you didn't want too many expensive shots to process, out-of-focus shots. I was desperate for her to finish shooting so that Pam and I could let go and satisfy each other.

A call from across the room interrupted things. Pete was gesturing for Frances to come over to talk to him. He looked ridiculous with his trousers around his ankles, but the conversation seemed serious. Then she came over to me.

"Adam, they have a request. Would you consider doing a DP scene?"

"What's that?" I asked.

"Double penetration. Two cocks, one in the cunt and another in the arse.

"They'll pay double, but it's up to you."

"Shit, that's unexpected. Let me think a moment."

She nodded, "Sure, take your time."

I paused, my dick still buried in Pam's cunt. It was a surreal situation.

"OK," I said, "but if he starts touching me, it's off."

"Thank you," said Pam, "don't worry. He's really not interested in guys."

My agreement triggered a flurry of discussion about position, angles, and who should be where. Decisions made, Frances started posing us.

Pete, now fully naked, would be on the bottom, his prick in Pam's arse. I was to stand between their legs, my cock in her cunt. It took a while to get them ready, and then I took my position.

My thoughts were in turmoil. On one hand, I wasn't keen on Pam or Pete, but doing this on film was exciting.

Slowly, I penetrated Pam again, pausing every time Frances asked. She circled around us, shooting from different angles. It was weird to be so close to a naked man, to smell him, to feel his legs and balls against mine, especially to feel his cock through the wall of tissue separating Pam's arse and cunt.

And then Frances was done. She nodded to me, "OK".

I let go, starting to thrust in and out, faster and faster. Pam moaning beneath me. She came quickly, and it didn't take long for me to follow, the situation too stimulating.

Once spent, I withdrew. Watching Pam and Pete gently separate, gazing lovingly at each other.

Joanna passed me a towel. "That was hot," she said in a quiet, husky voice.

Frances smiled, "Well done."

She indicated the couple on the couch, "Go and grab a shower before the lovebirds recover."

~

Jennie gasped when I told her what had happened.

"Oh my god! Do people really do that? Did you really do that?"

"Apparently, they do. I had never heard of DP before. Frances had to explain it."

"Not sure I want a dick up my arse," she shook her head. "I like it when you touch me there, but shoving something in, eugh!"

I laughed, "Don't worry, I won't do anything like that without your permission. All I can say is that Pam seemed to enjoy it a lot."

With that, we got down to sex in a more conventional position.

~

It was the day of the boudoir shoot. I arrived early so that I would not be seen before the moment of surprise. Frances approved my outfit - jeans and an oversized white shirt - whilst Joanna fussed about giving me a sort of bouffant hairstyle. Then I retreated to the main house, where I would wait until I got a signal to come to the studio.

Imogen was at home, so we chatted about how our summers had been so far and if we were confident about our exam results, which were due the next week. She was also taking the piss by calling me a gigolo; Jennie must have shared that with her.

When Joanna came to collect me, she had a big grin on her face. "You are going to have your hands full with that lot."

"What do you mean?"

"All four of them want shots taken, so it's going to take forever, and they've been drinking already. I think they will all want shots with you," she winked, "perhaps more."

Imogen laughed, and I groaned as we headed to the granny annexe where Frances worked.

I hung back whilst Joanna glanced into the main room. Over her shoulder, I could see three young women in a motley collection of underwear, negligees, and robes. All were holding wine glasses. One of them spotted us and came over.

"Hi, my name is Ramona, nice to meet you," she held out her hand to shake mine. I detected a hint of an accent, American or perhaps Canadian.

"I'm the chief bridesmaid and I organised all of this. You look great like that, but are you cool about getting a bit more, er, in the mood?"

I assured her that I was.

"Great, we're not quite ready for you yet. Naomi still has her panties on; I will fetch you once she is naked. She is going to freak out!"

I stayed out of sight, listening to Frances give instructions and Ramona and her companions laugh and shout encouragement.

Finally, there was a round of applause, and Ramona gestured for me to come into the room.

The young woman standing naked in front of Frances' camera gave a shriek of alarm, reaching for a robe beside her.

"Now Naomi, there's no need to panic," it was Ramona, "we thought we would make today a bit more exciting."

"I said 'no strippers'," Naomi groaned.

"He's not a stripper, he's a model. And it's OK if you don't want to be photographed with him, but we will."

There were hoots of excitement from the other two women. Joanna was right, they were going to be a handful.

Naomi clearly wasn't convinced yet.

Frances chipped in, "It's entirely up to you. No poses you aren't comfortable with, and we can start with one of the others first."

Naomi nodded, "Let's do that."

Ramona went first. She was keen to get shooting with me straight away. We began with us standing, her half-turned towards the camera, draping herself across me. I was still fully dressed, she in a dark-grey bra and panties.

Ramona wasn't shy. Her hands roamed freely across my body, slipping one inside my shirt, then undoing the button on my jeans and reaching inside. She was a natural; Frances hardly had to direct her. This was going to be a hot set.

She slipped off her bra, freeing her substantial boobs, which she happily pressed against me. One hand returned to my waist, lowering the zip, then working inside my pants, touching my penis for the first time. She was brazen.

Her friends cheered her on.

Ramona stretched up to kiss me. Tongue enthusiastically seeking mine.

Next, her panties and my shirt came off. Ramona turned to face the camera. I slipped my hands around her, one covering her breasts, the other protecting her vagina. I felt pubic hairs tickling against my palm. Frances kept shooting.

Ramona turned back, crouching to lower my jeans and pants, revealing my now erect cock.

More cheers.

I wasn't surprised when Ramona took my cock in her mouth, enthusiastically working up and down the shaft, coating it in saliva. Then she surprised me by breaking off.

"Can't have you coming yet. Need to save you for the main event," she winked at me.

I wondered exactly what she meant by that as I redressed again.

Next up was a tall brunette named Zoe, dressed in a silky camisole and French knickers. She was less of a natural than Ramona, needing instruction through a similar sequence of poses. She kissed enthusiastically enough but balked when we got to the blowjob. Fair enough, I thought.

It was time for another change.

I needed a break, too. This time I did not redress.

Grinning, Imogen handed me a glass of wine. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked.

"I'm not complaining," I acknowledged.

A petite blonde called Gabi stepped forward. She spoke with Frances, who then directed us to the bed.

"Please put your pants back on, Adam," she instructed. I complied and she arranged us side by side, Gabi's arm across my chest, face to face, lips almost touching. The next position was us kissing with her hand lower, touching the waistband of my pants. Then, on top of them feeling my erection. Then inside, grasping me firmly.

Like Ramona, Gabi began to take the lead, sliding my pants down, releasing my cock to point skyward. She twisted around for a close-up view, and then a lick, fingers caressing my balls.

Another shuffle and her pussy was directly above my mouth. I couldn't resist; I craned my neck so that I could touch her with my lips and tongue. Gabi moaned as I made contact.

Things might have gone further, but Ramona leant over to whisper in Gabi's ear. It seemed that Naomi had made a decision.

Frances asked me to dress again, which I did between swigs from a glass of wine that Imogen had passed to me. Naomi, a busty brunette with an ample chest, was wearing a red bra and panty set with black stockings.

We started with her standing against me, in the way that Ramona and Zoe had done. We ran through the same sequence of poses. When we kissed, I could taste the wine on her lips; she was obviously less inhibited than before, but not yet drunk.

Her bra and my shirt came off. She loosened my jeans then, after a slight hesitation, reached beneath my pants to find my cock, squeezing me rhythmically.

Dropping to her knees, she pulled down my jeans and pants. My cock was now pointing straight at her face. She glanced up at me, as if seeking permission, I nodded, and she swallowed the glans, teasing me with her teeth. She wrapped her hands around the shaft as her head bobbed back and forth.

Naomi's friends whooped and cried, Imogen and Joanna joining in. Frances remained professional, circling around us, shooting as she went.

After an afternoon of stimulation from three attractive young women, there was a limit to how much I could take. It was time to move things on, wondering how far Naomi would want to go. I pulled her to her feet and then led her to the bed.

With a gentle push, Naomi fell back. I wasted no time burying my face between her legs, smelling her arousal before I even made contact. She moaned and quivered as my lips connected with her labia; she was dripping wet. I pushed further, my nose rubbing against her clit, tongue teasing her opening.

I kept going until she came, pausing until she stopped bucking beneath me. She might have moaned or screamed, but with her legs clamped around my head, I could not hear. Hands on my shoulders pulled me up, Ramona, but I was focused on Naomi.

Holding my gaze she said, "fuck me."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

Before I could ask for a condom Ramona had placed one at the tip of my cock, then expertly rolled it down the length. She grinned at me, "I came prepared; I should have been a Boy Scout."

Suitably equipped, I lifted Naomi's legs high, planning to penetrate her deeply.

Ramona reached in to grab my cock guiding it to her friend's pussy. I slid in easily, burying my cock to the hilt. Naomi and I maintained eye contact. She nodded, I pulled back and began to thrust, slowly and then faster.

Other hands touched me. On my shoulder, my back, my arse. Sliding down between my legs to play with my balls as they swung back and forth. Zoe climbed onto the bed next to us, bending over to kiss Naomi. Gabi joined us to play with Naomi's breasts. So, it must be Ramona who now had her mouth on my arse, her tongue teasing my anus.

That was enough for me, and I shot my load in three massive spurts. Beneath me, Naomi, equally over-stimulated, came too. I wondered how long Frances had kept shooting.

Eventually, I felt able to move. I stood, sweat dripping from my body.

Ramona pulled me close to her, stretching up to kiss me. "Thank you, that was spectacular. Just what we were hoping for."

I looked around the room. Gabi and Zoe were helping Naomi. Frances was smiling, Joanna's mouth hung open, and Imogen was next to me, offering another glass of wine. I took it gratefully, knocking it back without hesitating.

"I need a shower," I announced.

Ramona grinned, "Let me help".

I wasn't going to argue.

The bathroom had a generous shower cubicle, with plenty of space for us to move around, soaping and groping each other.

"Have you guys ever done anything like that before?" I asked.

Ramona shook her head, "Zoe and I have fooled around before. She's into girls, and I am flexible. Gabi and Naomi are straight, so they surprised me today."

Under her attention my cock was stiffening.

"Can you go again?" she asked hopefully.

"No chance of me coming, but maybe you can. Condom?"

Purring in anticipation, Ramona shook her head, then wrapped one leg around my hip. I crouched so that she could guide me inside her. Water cascaded over our bodies as we tried to synchronise our movements. It wasn't easy while standing, but we managed well enough to satisfy her. Before long, she threw her head back, moaning with pleasure, then slumped against me.

We stayed like that for a minute or two, until my leg seized up with cramp and we fell against the wall with a yelp. No major damage was done, but the commotion brought Imogen and Zoe dashing into the room.

Sheepishly, I hobbled out of the shower after Ramona. The others handed us towels, but it was too crowded to make good use of them, so I wandered out into the studio and finished drying there.

"Showing off again, I see", called Frances.

She was right. Through my experiences over the last year or so, I have realised that I like being naked around women. It did not matter if they were clothed or not. I wasn't ashamed. It did not embarrass me. It turned me on.

Still naked - of course - I sat on the couch next to Naomi, who was wrapped in a robe, looking more composed than when I had last seen her.

She grinned at me, "Thanks, I really enjoyed that. I will remember it for a long time."

"You are welcome, but it wasn't just me."

"Yeah, it got a bit kinky back there. Not sure what to make of it all."

"You know, I have done things recently that I never knew were things at all, which turned out to be enjoyable. I have decided to just go with the flow."

Gradually, her friends reappeared, dressed after showering.

"I suppose I had better get cleaned up too," Naomi sighed. "I could get used to sitting around like this."

"Would you like me to wash your back?" I asked.

She nodded, and we headed for the bathroom. We were both too tired for anything other than a gentle, caressing, mutual clean-up.

After the hen party had left, Imogen, Joanna, and I helped Frances tidy up the studio. Putting away equipment, clearing glasses and bottles, and collecting used towels and sheets. It was warm outside, and the flashlights had heated the room even further, so we all had a sweat on by the time we finished.

"Pool?" asked Frances. Imogen and I agreed enthusiastically,

Joanna hesitated. "No costume," she said with regret.

"None needed," insisted Frances, "we'll all be naked."

Reluctantly, Joanna stripped off with the rest of us. After splashing about a bit, the four of us gathered on the underwater ledges in the pool seating area. We chatted about the shoot: what we liked, how it had gone further than we expected, and I teased Frances about pimping me out again.

Joanna spoke up, "Frances, I have a favour to ask. You, too, Adam."

She explained that she wanted to get into modelling or acting, so she needed to put together a portfolio, which she wanted us to help with.

"Of course," said Frances, "what sort of shots do you want?"

"I know that I am too short for runway stuff, but the agent I talked to told me he should be able to get some catalogue work, maybe advertising, some in-store gigs. So, shots that would help with those."

She looked sheepish. "he also suggested that I could get nude work. I don't know if I want that, but perhaps taking some shots, a bit like today, would help me decide."

"Well," said Frances, "he sounds like a dirty old man who wants to see some photos of you naked.

"An old friend of mine runs a legitimate modelling agency; I can put you in touch with her. I have done some portfolio work for her before, so I know what they like. In the meantime, I am happy to take some shots for you, including, if Adam is up for it, some nudes."

Joanna looked stunned. "Thank you, that would be fantastic!"

"I am happy to help, too," I added.

"Thank you both," she beamed.

~

"You had a foursome!" squeaked Jennie that evening, "in front of Imogen, Frances, and the make-up woman!"

"Er, yes, I suppose I did. It wasn't planned like that," I offered lamely.

"You are such a show-off, Adam. Absolutely shameless!" she chortled. "Have you got enough energy left to fuck me?"

"Let's find out," I said, reaching for her.

~

Sunday. Our first chance for a trip to the beach this summer. Imogen picked Jennie and me up in her mother's mini. Kate was still away on holiday, so it was just the three of us.

It had the makings of a glorious day, so, unsurprisingly, the car park was already quite full, which meant more people on the beach. The year before it would have made me nervous, but now it caused a surge of excitement.

We found a clear patch of sand, laid out our towels, and stripped off. Judging from her tan lines, Imogen had obviously been out in the sun; Jennie and I were pale by comparison. Suitably covered in sun crème, we lay down on our towels.

"Imogen, I hear you were treated to a show by Adam last week," said Jennie.

"Yes, it was quite a performance," she replied, "him and four girls."

"I heard you two have been having fun too; perhaps you could give me a demonstration today."

"Maybe later," Imogen teased.

Later, after a dip in the sea, we lay down again, with Jennie between Imogen and I. Slowly Immie leaned over to caress Jennie's boob.

"Is this the sort of thing you were thinking of?" she purred.

"Hmm, it's a start, I suppose."

She glared at me. I turned onto my side, facing them and began my exploration of my bedmate's body. Jennie was getting turned on. I had screwed both girls on that beach before, but not with so many people around. How far was this going to go?

Jennie moaned when Imogen's hand reached her vulva, playing with her labia, and then her clit. I slid my left hand down to join the fun, slipping two fingers into her moist pussy.

Jennie was getting noisier, so I put my mouth to hers, hoping to minimise the sound. People on this beach were pretty tolerant, but no sense in attracting too much attention. Imogen shuffled around so that they were in a 69 position. It was the first time that I had seen them interact like this; it was a real turn-on, and I had an erection to prove it.

Imogen's head came up. "Fuck me," she commanded.

I positioned myself behind her and navigated my way in. My knees were on either side of Jennie's head, so my balls slapped against her nose and forehead as I thrust in and out of her best friend. It wasn't the low-key fuck or hand-job that you sometimes saw couples engage in here; this was a full-on sex act that would be obvious to anybody looking our way.

Unsurprisingly, we attracted some attention: a wolf whistle from a couple not far away, and a few lone men gradually getting closer, perhaps hoping to join in the action. Jennie and Imogen would have been oblivious to this, but I could see what was happening. It turned me on enormously. With a great shudder, I unloaded inside Imogen. As I withdrew Jennie adjusted her head so that she could lick my cock clean. What more could I ask for?

When we were all satisfied, we cleaned off the sweat and cum from our bodies in the sea. Our audience had drifted further away, but they were still watching. We decided to head home.

~

In bed that night, Jennie and I talked more about her liking girls as well as boys.

"I've enjoyed being with Imogen, but it feels more like experimenting, and a substitute for the useless boys I meet around town.

"Sucking your dick right after you had come in her was really exciting. I have never done that before."

It was time for the talking to end. We spooned together, she lifted a leg enough for me to find a way inside her for a gentle, goodnight fuck.

~

When I got to the studio a few days later, Frances and Joanna had already started. The petite make-up artist turned aspiring model was dressed in a formal jacket and skirt, with a white blouse. She could have been a secretary, or perhaps a junior executive.

As Frances directed her through a series of suitably demure poses, I sat on the couch next to Imogen.

They worked through a series of outfits, each less formal than the rest, with poses to match. Imogen helped with the costume changes, taking each one from a rack that had been wheeled into the studio.

During a break for coffee, Frances explained that the next series of shots would be more revealing: swimsuit, underwear, boudoir, and then on to implied and explicit nudity. Joanna confirmed that she was still up for that. So, they got back to work.

Joanna gave up on going to the dressing room to change. After all, we had seen her naked in the pool the previous week, and modelling jobs are not famous for modesty.

Frances called for another break, this time for a quick lunch. By now, Joanna was naked. She pulled on a robe, but did not bother fastening it, so she was on display. She seemed to be loving it.

"It is such a turn-on being naked with all of you able to see me. I am starting to understand why you seem to enjoy it so much, Adam."

"Well, he doesn't get to enjoy that feeling just yet," advised Frances. "The next set of shots will be you naked with him dressed."

The sequence of poses was much like the first set I had done with the hen party the week before. Me dressed in a white shirt and jeans with Joanna, naked, turned towards me. Gradually, under Frances's instruction, she opened my shirt, then loosened my belt, each time slipping a hand inside my clothing, always looking up at me with a sultry pout.

It was working, I was getting hard. By the time she touched my cock it was straining at the trousers.

"Better get those off before there's an injury," Frances told us with a chuckle.

Now, I was down to me boxers with a raging stiffy pointing out through the fly. Frances instructed me to tuck it inside, which I did, so that only the tip was visible above the waistband. She took a few shots whilst Joanna had one hand resting on top of my erection, hiding it from sight. She wasn't shy about it.

Until now, she had seen me naked a couple of times, and we'd all been together in the pool, but we had not done anything sexual together. How far would this go? Would Frances keep shooting if it got really dirty?

The lights were making the studio hot, so we took a break for a cold drink and wiped away the sweat. Frances and Joanna huddled together, presumably to discuss what was going to happen next and what the limits would be.

"Almost done," called Frances. "Adam, get your pants off. Both of you, into position."

What followed were a series of poses implying sexual activity; soft porn, if you like. Joanna pretending to blow me, to ride me, and so on. Except she either wasn't good at pretending or wasn't interested in doing so. The blow job was real, if not completed; in cowgirl she was grinding her clit against me, and I could feel moisture leaking from her onto my balls.

"OK, I think we are done," said Frances.

Joanna looked disappointed as she climbed off me. She walked over to Frances and signalled for Imogen to join them.

Whatever was said, both women looked surprised and then looked at each other. Frances shrugged, as if to say, 'up to you'. Her daughter turned to Joanna, nodded, and then started to undress. Apparently, she was going to join in with the shoot.

Frances took some shots of the two women kissing: mouths, breasts, and pussy. Then some with me as well, including both pretending, and failing, to lick my cock. Finally, she posed us with me screwing Joanna doggy-style. Imogen wriggled underneath us, and that was enough for her mother.

"Right, that's me finished," she announced. "Take as long as you want, I will be in the pool."

With that, she switched off the lights and headed outside.

I don't know how long we were kissing, sucking, and fucking. I know that I screwed both of them and that we all came at least once; but it was something of a blur. Finally, sated, we headed for the shower.

They were an interesting pair to look at. Both had slim bodies with small boobs, both had long hair, but Joanna's was dark brown versus Imogen's honey blonde. The latter was also a lot taller.

Clean-up done, we headed out to join Frances for a swim and a glass of wine.

~

"I thought you would end up screwing her," said Jennie, "but I am surprised about Immie joining in."

"Me too; Frances was as well. She was obviously uncomfortable shooting Imogen in sexual positions; it would have been strange."

"Yes," Jennie agreed. "Perhaps you and I should get some shots done together.

"What positions would you like me in?"

I gave her a practical demonstration.

~

It was a big week. The results from 'A' level exams were due. Your grades could affect whether you went to university, or not, what subject you studied, and consequently your whole career. They matter; so, across the UK, thousands of young people and their parents were waiting anxiously.

I was one of them.

Mum was unable to get away from her summer job, so I was at home in Croydon on my own. It was mid-morning when the envelope dropped through the mailbox. I ripped it open, scanning down the page for the crucial information: three good grades. I shouted in delight. It was better than I expected and, crucially, it was better than I needed.

I called the university in Brighton and left a message for Mum, then I called around my friends to find out how they had done.

We arranged to meet in a pub.

The next morning, I caught a train to Brighton, where Helen met me at the station with a big hug and a passionate kiss full on the lips, not the kind you expect from your Mum's best friend.

"Your Mum is lecturing until five o'clock, and Jennie is working too. I was on my own, so I thought I would surprise you. I hope you don't mind.

"Congratulations on your grades. You know that Jennie got what she needed, and so did Imogen and Kate. Everyone is chuffed to bits. Frances and Ron are throwing a party on Saturday to celebrate."

With a coy grin, Helen said, "Remember that I like 'A' levels too."

It took me a moment to catch her meaning: anal sex. I had fucked her in the arse the previous summer. She was obviously after a repeat performance.

"If you don't mind, of course."

I didn't.

Back at the house I dropped my bag on the hall floor, and we raced upstairs like a pair of horny teenagers, which came naturally to me. In Helen's bedroom we stripped, exchanged another deep kiss, then she dropped to her knees to swallow my cock in one go before striking up a frantic rhythm of pulling back then going down again.

"Enough," I urged, "I'm going to cum soon if you keep doing that. You want to get past 'O' levels, don't you?"

"We can't have that," she giggled, throwing herself down on the bed, a pillow positioned beneath her hips so that her bum was easily available. I bent forward to kiss and lick up and down the crack of her arse, focussing on the rosebud at the centre.

"There's lube in the bedside drawer."

I squeezed a dollop onto her sphincter and another on my index finger. Cautiously, I wriggled the tip against the opening, pushing a little way in until the sphincter tightened against me. Slowly, carefully, I pushed further in, pausing whenever her body resisted.

"You have no idea how many times I played with myself, remembering when we did this last summer. It has been torture having you here again, but no time with you alone." She gasped.

I pulled back, repeating the process with two fingers. When they were fully in, I figured that she was ready for my cock. After applying more lube, I began the slow journey inside her, always waiting until any resistance had passed. Finally, my dick was buried deep in her arse. We were ready for the next stage.

I withdrew almost all the way, leaving only my glans inside her, then pushed back in, still slowly, but this time without hesitation. Gradually, I increased the tempo, feeling Helen respond to each thrust. She was tight. I could only last so long. With a final stroke, I unloaded inside her. Helen shuddered beneath me.

"You know, I think that is my favourite way to come," she said. "Am I weird?"

"I have no idea whether it is 'weird' or not, but I love doing it with you."

We cuddled together on the bed until the impending return of Mum and Jennie made it wise to get up.

~

Imogen lived in a large house on the edge of Brighton. She and her mother, Frances, were laying the table for lunch when we arrived.

Kate and her cousin Guido were not far behind us. Her parents were busy in their restaurant and would only be joining us later.

We ate outside, shaded by a large awning. Ron made sure that everyone had a glass of champagne, then made a toast congratulating us on our exam results and wishing us success in the future.

It was a hot day, and the pool looked very inviting. Imogen was the first to jump in and, true to form, she stripped naked first. I thought Guido's eyes would pop out as he gawped at her willowy body. He had not been to the party last year, so he had no idea what was likely to happen next.

Sure enough, Kate and Jennie stripped too, followed by Mum, Helen, and Frances. Poor Guido, he was surrounded by six naked women, and he didn't know where to look. Soon, Ron and I were naked as well, leaving him as the only person wearing clothes.

"Is this an orgy?" he asked.

"No, Imogen's family are naturists, so this is normal behaviour around here," I explained. "Do you know the expression 'When in Rome...'?

"Besides, you might do yourself an injury if you keep those trousers on."

"I can't," he hissed, "I have an erection."

"That's obvious, but don't worry. I had the same problem last time I was at a party here. Nobody minded."

Reluctantly, and with some difficulty, he took his clothes off to reveal a huge hard-on, quickly jumping into the pool to hide his embarrassment. But it was too late, the girls had taken a good look already.

It was mid-afternoon. Everyone was relaxing on sun loungers around the pool or on towels spread on the surrounding lawn.

"Hello," a woman's voice called.

"Oh shit," shrieked Kate, "it's my parents! They're early!"

I could see a man and a woman standing at the side of the house, taking in the collection of naked people in front of them. He looked shocked; she had a broad grin on her face.

"The restaurant is quiet today, so we left the rest of the staff to it," he explained.

Amidst a scramble for clothes, Frances reacted fastest, simply wrapping a towel around herself as she went to greet the new arrivals, kissing them both on the cheek.

"Sorry, things are a bit casual around here; I hope you don't mind."

"No problem," said the woman. "I might join you all."

Kate, now in her bikini, had reached her parents.

"Let me introduce you to Gill and Adam; you know everyone else."

Kate glared at me. I was still naked as I stood up to greet them; I didn't care, 'Bold Adam' was in charge. I noticed her mother checking me out.

"Adam, meet my parents, Nancy and Gino," she said.

I shook his hand, then offered mine to her. Instead, she pulled me in for a big hug.

Unsurprisingly, Nancy was like an older version of her daughter: the same Mediterranean complexion, olive skin and dark hair, and a curvy figure. As she was carrying a bit more weight on a bit less height, you might even describe her as voluptuous.

"Adam, it is so lovely to meet you at last. Kate has told me all about you," she cooed. Whispering, "Well, not quite everything," in my ear.

My cock twitched to react to the attention. She must have felt it.

Ron quickly sorted out their drinks, and everyone settled down again.

I noticed that he had not bothered dressing either.

Nancy finished her wine and then disappeared inside, returning with only a piece of material wrapped around her. Dropping that she climbed into the pool, swimming with gentle breaststroke to the end near where I was sitting on a pool chair. She maintained eye contact the whole time, finishing with an exaggerated wink as she turned.

Kate sat on a chair beside me, gave a loud huff.

"My mother is flirting with you," she said angrily.

"Does she do that with everyone?" I asked.

"Only to men with a big penis; I guess you qualify," she giggled.

"Leave it two minutes and then follow me inside."

I wondered what she was planning.

Timing my move for when Nancy was swimming away from me, I wrapped a towel around me to hide my growing erection. Kate was waiting for me in the studio. She grabbed my hand, pulling me into the dressing room, locking the door behind us.

"On the floor, now!" she commanded.

I lay back; my cock pointed to the ceiling. She unrolled a condom onto me and climbed aboard.

"Mum is not going to fuck you before I do," she insisted.

Technically that was a moot point as Kate and I had fucked the previous summer, but I decided this was not the time for pedantry. Instead, I reached for her breasts. They were not as big as Nancy's, but I suspected that was probably a matter of time and childbirth.

The sex was intense. All the nudity, even if it included our parents, was a turn-on and we were horny teenagers! Kate rode me hard before coming with a shuddering climax, which set me off too. She collapsed on top of me, still impaled on my cock.

We lay like that for a couple of minutes before I said, "We'd better get back to the party".

Back at the pool, Frances asked, "Adam, could you get some more wine from the garage? I sent Ron, but he seems to have got lost."

I soon found out what had happened to him. Opening the door, I could hear a rhythmic banging, which turned out to be a workbench hitting the wall because Nancy was bent over it with Ron pounding her from behind.

Both saw me and grinned. Without breaking his stroke, Ron held a finger to his lips in a shushing motion.

What is the protocol when you find two friends' parents fucking? I don't know, but mouthing the word "wine" probably isn't part of it. Ron pointed to some boxes. I collected a couple of bottles and returned to the garden. There was no sign that Frances knew what was happening.

I decided to try their new Jacuzzi. I considered Guido's question from earlier. While it wasn't a full-on orgy - people weren't openly fucking - but Kate and I had slipped away already, and so had Ron and Nina, perhaps others had too. Maybe he was right.

My thoughts were interrupted by Nancy asking if she could join me.

"Of course," I answered, "I was starting to feel lonely in here on my own."

She settled into the water next to me. I had the feeling that Kate was right; her mother had me in her sights.

"Kate tells me that you work for Frances sometimes. Are you planning to be a photographer too?"

"No, I'm going to study finance at university and see where that takes me. Helping Frances is just a summer job, carrying equipment at off-site shoots, setting up lights in the studio, that kind of thing. It's been fun, though."

"I bet you enjoy those boudoir shoots she does. I might get one done if you were going to be there."

I laughed, "I don't usually get involved in those. Anyway, I am leaving next week."

"That's a pity. Maybe next time you are here."

As we sat there, I could not stop staring at the bubbles foaming around her magnificent breasts.

"Please don't say anything to Kate about what you saw," she said.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Her father is a good man, but he's hung like a chipolata, and I need a salami, like Ron's... and yours," she added as her hand slid up my thigh, grasping my cock.

"Gino understands my needs. He doesn't mind me fucking other men so long as I tell him all the details afterwards.

"What shall I tell him about us?"

The invitation was obvious and very tempting.

"Let's go inside," I said.

The studio was the nearest option. Nancy threw a towel over the arm of the big leather sofa and bent forward, her arse towards me. The same position she had been in with Ron, it must be a favourite of hers.

I felt between her legs, easily slipping two fingers inside her; she was ready. With a single thrust I rammed my cock all the way in, my hips slapping against her arse. I watched her cheeks ripple as I hammered into her again and again. But I was neglecting those amazing breasts.

Leaning forward I reached beneath her, grabbing them, feeling for her nipples so that I could squeeze them in tempo with my cock in her pussy. Drive in, pinch; pull back, release. Nancy bucked and moaned. I increased my speed.

With her moans and the slap of my body against hers, we were making quite a noise. I moved one hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her cries.

I was on the brink.

We had not bothered with a condom. Unsure whether it was OK to come inside her, I pulled out. Just in time, too. Three great spouts of cum arcing over her back to leave a trail from neck to bum.

Concerned that Nancy had not come I dropped to my knees, pushing my head between her thighs so that I could reach her pussy. The first touch of my tongue brought her off.

In changing position, I had released my hand from her mouth, so there was nothing to stop her enormous groan.

We stood, facing each other. As she wiped her juices from my face, she whispered, "Gino will love to hear about this."

She had made so much noise that I wondered if he already had.

We cleaned up in the bathroom, then returned to the pool as discreetly as we could.

I settled down on a sun lounger next to Imogen.

"Do you think I didn't notice you sneaking off with Kate's mum?" she teased.

"Guilty as charged," I answered in a serious voice.

"I assume that means you've fucked her too?"

I nodded.

"You've fucked me and my mum, Kate and her mum, and you're sleeping with Jennie, so you just need Helen for a 'full house'."

My silence gave me away.

"Oh-ho!" Imogen chortled, "You've been with her too. Three girls, three mothers. That's quite some record."

"Please don't say anything to Jennie, Helen doesn't want her to know."

"Is it a fetish? Have you got a thing for older women?"

"It's not a fetish; I do like older women, but like ones of our age too."

"Screwed any grannies yet?"

"No, but I don't rule it out. If she's hot and gives a good blow job."

She laughed and thumped me playfully on the arm.

"Am I hot? Do I give good head?"

"Mmm, not bad on both counts."

She thumped me again.

"Anyway, what's happening with you and women? Jennie told me that you two had been getting together, and then there was Joanna the other day."

"Don't worry, I haven't given up cock completely. Being with a woman makes a nice change, that's all," she replied. "I guess that makes me bi-sexual."

"This is turning into an orgy," she mused. "Obviously, there's you and Nina, and you with Kate earlier. I'm pretty sure that my Dad was with Nina too."

I said nothing to that.

"Then Jennie and Guido have slipped away, and those are the ones I know about."

"Feeling left out?" I asked.

Another thump.

"I might give Guido a try," she mused, glancing across at me.

"If he doesn't work out, you might be in with a chance."

It was my turn to thump her.

"Do your parents know what the other one does?" I asked.

Imogen thought for a moment, "I don't know. Mum knows that I know about her, but I never asked if Dad knew too. I hope he does; I don't like the idea that she's cheating on him."

"Yeah, that wouldn't be good.

"Nobody likes to think about their parents' sex life. I don't know what Mum gets up to, and I don't want to. I just hope she is happy."

"I wish I didn't know about mine," said Imogen.

We sat silently, considering the situation.

"Come on," she said, "I need to do something to take my mind off things."

Taking my hand, she led me through the house to her bedroom. Lying down on the bed, legs apart, she commanded me to eat her. I didn't need a second invitation. Our previous love-making had been rushed and urgent, now was a chance to take my time exploring her pussy with its prominent inner lips.

As a virgin, I had not expected different shapes and sizes of labia. Now I loved discovering them in all their variety.

Carefully, I touched, licked, and sucked all around her vulva. Through the intricate folds and flaps, occasionally penetrating her cunt. Inevitably, Imogen was getting aroused, very aroused, judging by her constant moans and how she pressed down on the back of my head.

"Fuck me now," she commanded.

Once more, no second invitation was necessary. This being my third fuck of the day I doubted that I could come again, but I was as erect as I could be. After fitting a condom, I lifted her legs and pushed my cock straight into her warm wetness. The leisurely pace from earlier was replaced by our usual urgent drive.

Imogen came loudly, and to my surprise, I managed to ejaculate a bit too.

Our exertions had not gone unnoticed. Jennie and Guido offered us a small round of applause when we returned to the garden. Imogen blushed; I bowed.

The party went on late into the night. Everybody was pretty drunk, so taxis were called.

By the time Jennie and I climbed into bed, I was ready to go straight to sleep, but she had wanted to share what she had been up to that day.

"You'll never guess who I fucked today."

"I know about Guido," I trailed off.

"He was useless," she complained. "he's got that big cock but has no idea what to do with it."

"His dad?" I asked dubiously.

"Nope, it was Ron."

"Ron! You said 'eugh' when I suggested that before."

"I know, but after Guido I was desperate for a good fuck and you were busy with Immie. So, I decided to give it a try."

"Did you just go and ask him?"

"More or less."

"And how was it?"

"Great; I had a really good time. I'll have to widen my horizon. Perhaps, I can find a sexy professor at university."

"That could be interesting," I agreed.

"I'll tell you about my adventures tomorrow. But now, I must sleep." I told her.

With that, we both fell asleep.

Epilogue

Mum had another week teaching in Brighton, but I was heading home for a couple of days before visiting a friend in Oxfordshire.

On the train back to Croydon, I thought about the incredible summer I had enjoyed so far. It had been even better than the previous one, and it wasn't over yet.

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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'.