SEX: Amanda and Amber's Group Fuck

Rhett, 24, and Max, 23, love to camp. Rhett means English. Max, short for Maximillian from the Latin Maximus, can mean the greatest which bestows a sense of power upon him as the bearer of the name. Both men love to fuck milfs: sexually attractive women who have birthed all their children, thrive in early middle age, are at their sexual peak and searching for young men to fuck. After drinking too much one night, Max suggests a long vacation in the South of France where there are plenty of loose women. They set off on a two-day coach journey from Dover to Calais by ferry, Calais to Paris, where they view the Tour Eiffel and Arc de Triomphe in an electrical thunderstorm. Then it's off to the French Riviera on the Autoroute du Soleil, stopping only for toilet breaks till they pass Nice, Cannes, Fréjus, St Raphael and reach their sexual paradise: the women swingers favourite campsite near the beach at Port Grimaud.

Their tent is pretty rudimentary: a shared sleeping compartment, living area with a camping gas cooking unit, and an adjustable waterproof shade awning, meaning they can sit outside in all weathers and watch milfs. The shared communal shower block nearby features shuttered outside toilets with open air hand basins for handwashing and intimate shaving. How to spend seven days and nights in a tent? Find a pair of married sexy milfs who are staying without their husbands in one of the site's many luxury caravans and apartments, or simply sunning their breasts topless on the beach, and fuck them.

The plumbers, from Ilford, start out by exploring the riviera on mopeds. Ever the risk taker, Max insists on showing off, riding bareback without a helmet, to Rhett's intense annoyance. Demand for plumbing jobs nose-dives during the summer drought. Their funds are limited. They can just about afford to board the guided coach trip to Cannes, home to the famous film festival and beaches: Plage du Midi with its sandy shoreline, Plage du Mace with its convenient amenities and the more secluded Plage de l'Aiguille. The highlight of their scenic tour is one hour's sunbathing on Plage du Mace with Amanda and Amber.

Rhett chats up their chubby wavy-curly-pearl-blonde-haired guide, Amanda, an appropriate name for a beautiful woman that means precious jewel, on the sand while she is sunbathing in her miniscule bikini. Max meanwhile shares his melted chocolate ripple glace with her chubby cut-short-honey-brown-haired girlfriend, Amber - which means she must be loved; while staving off the unwanted attentions of the pestilential lookie-lookie men who boat across from northern Africa in their hordes to sell the girls trays of cheap beads, pendants, imitation jewellery, figurines sealed inside glass phials of brine which, when shaken, produce a cooling, fluttering, snowflake effect.

Both women have fair skins, pale complexions, big round floppy breasts and folds of belly fat, all handle bars for the men to hold while they're being fucked, Rhett notices, traits he finds sexually attractive in women. Their behaviour is overtly intimate, they touch each other's hairless skin in a tender tactile way: they're clearly women who thrill at the prospect of having sex with other women, and men? Rhett can't be sure but neither woman is wearing a wedding band. He suspects they might be bisexual milfs who could be interested in having sex with men. He starts to burn in the midday sun. Soon, their tour will be over, the coach will return them to their campsite: he might never see the blonde again. They lie roasting on their towels, Max at one end with the brunette, the blonde in the middle, Rhett at the other. Max is making out just fine with Amber, and Amanda seems ready to converse. Rhett asks her where she lives.

'I share an apartment here, in Cannes, with Amber.'

Amanda surprises him. He thought she might only be here for the summer period, working as a guide.

'Here, in Cannes?'

'Yes, here. We can afford to live in luxury.'

She speaks clearly with an elocuted, plum-in-mouth, middle class London accent. He surmises, Amanda might have been born of wealthy parents and educated privately: Roedean, Benenden? His heart sinks: Rhett was born one of five kids to poor parents, a plumber's mate and his wife, a coarse woman, a slut who worked the cobbled streets and narrow alleyways as a prostitute, within the chimes of Bow Bell's.

He has no chance, no chance at all, of fucking such a classy woman as Amanda, he thinks, or has he?

He bought himself a souvenir: an oval stainless steel pendant on a steel chain to hang around his neck, sexily, when he is bare-chested. The inscription reads 'love' in italics. Rhett has worked out religiously since he left technical college, growing his body into an astonishingly impressive v-shaped physique, perfect for squatting on the beach in his skimpy jet black trunks, showing it off to tourists. He classifies the tourists into groups. English peasants who spend their holidays basting in the hot sand, the wealthier French surfers and pedalo cyclists, and far out to sea, the super-rich English, French, Swiss and Germans who cruise the coastline aboard their luxury speedboats and yachts.

His skin has shrivelled, like a desiccated man's raisin, under the burning hot sun. Rhett would be amazed if he doesn't develop skin cancer in old age but that is years away. At his tender age, he has his whole unmarried life ahead of him. He intends to enjoy milfs to the full. But this sexy, sophisticated, bikini-clad beauty is no ordinary milf; this isn't some bored housewife from Wickford craving to be fucked.

He feels her tactile touch, her soft pudgy hand, stroke his hairless chest, tinkering with his love pendant. She sets his loins on fire. He can feel the bulge in his jet black trunks turn hard, grow, erect, then swell. Blushing hard, yet pretending not to succumb to her gentle caress, he inhales then exhales, swallowing his Adam's apple, confronting his alluring, tempting, modern day Eve with:

'Amanda.'

'Mmmn?'

'How can you afford to live in such luxury?'

'This isn't our main job. Guided tours are just our way of having fun, spending time in the sun, oh, and meeting handsome studs like you Rhett, of course.'

Amber giggles mischievously in the background, 'Don't forget my stud Max, Mandy!'

My stud? Seems their die is already well and truly cast. By now, his woman's hand has slid as far as his belly: he feels Amanda's soft fingers brush his line of belly fluff, poke his navel, rub his abdomen and.

'No, we mustn't forget him, Amber. It takes two for us to couple, in couples, not me and you, at night.'

Rhett finds his strangled voice, 'So, what's the night job?'

As if he doesn't know. He recalls his dead mother working the streets, fucking as many as ten men in a single night. How she'd lie in bed all day, and not rise until sunset. Helping around their filthy two-bed flat, cleaning, washing, cooking her junk food with his dad, missing school. He couldn't be more wrong about Amanda, or her girl Amber for that matter, their steamy nights of sin? She surprises him yet again.

'We're sex models, some might call us actresses, we make girlie porn.'

His jaw is aching, drooling at the prospect, he tries to act all innocent, 'Girlie porn? What's girlie porn?'

'Amber and I make out on our double bed, cameras video us in the act, we sell the films to sex peddlers, movie gurus, adult sites, sell our photos and videos on our Only Fans channels on X, and get rich,' she slides her hand inside his trunks and grabs his cock, 'As luck would have it, your luck Rhett, we're filming a session tonight. You and Max can stick around after we finish. You can shaft us if you like?'

Rhett is unfamiliar with the use of the phrase. The last thing he would do is cheat on them, 'Shaft you?'

'Shaft as in have sex with us. You never know you might end up in one of our videos and strike it rich?'

Rhett sits up fully erect on the beach towel, his rigid cock grasped firmly by Amanda's naughty hand. He twists his head to see Max avidly kissing topless Amber's bare breasts, licking her flat beige nipples.

Amber's sultry voice chirps: 'Care to join us, Max?' she unlatches his mouth from her little teat, 'Max?'

'Love to, wouldn't we, Rhett?' his best friend grins and agrees, 'But we don't have any money left.'

'No worry,' Amber soothes, 'I'll arrange a cab to collect you at the campsite, take you home afterward.'

She dresses in her bikini top, stands on her towel, plucks her veil out of her wicker bag, then wraps her torso in a wispy satsuma sarong. The sun is at its zenith: high noon: too hot for fair, pale skins like hers.

Amanda advises the thirty-six, mainly English, tourists that it is time to board the coach, Amber checks them in. Exhausted, far too excited to sleep, Rhett and Max take their seats in the cool back row of the air-conditioned bus, close their weary eyes, and dream of their impossibly sexy night ahead with the hottest maturing women - Rhett estimates the models' real ages as 'early-to-mid thirties'- on the coast.

Amber's word is her bond. Their taxi arrives outside the campsite gates at six to take Rhett and Max to the women's luxury apartment which overlooks a fine sandy strip of beach. They are warmly embraced at the maximum security door by Amanda and Amber who are barely dressed in alluring, candy pink, see-through, baby doll negligees, held by the hands like naughty boys, and led past an automated kitchen to the bedroom studio.

The bedroom is dominated by a king-sized double bed with a freshly-laid, clean white duvet and antique dark mahogany bed headboard holding up four fluffed-up clean white pillows. Rhett appreciates the warm summer breeze blowing through the net curtains, the cloudy grey drapes neatly tied back to admit the evening light. Lying beside the switched-on bedside light on the table sits a handheld remote with a flashing red light. He takes this to be the control for the cameras discreetly located in the recesses in all four corners of the room. He wonders if they are being filmed. At the end of the bed are a pair of padded chairs, presumably where he and Max will sit and watch the women make out. Amber breaks the silence.

'Can I offer you guys a drink?' she casts an arm over the cocktail bar in the corner of the room, 'There's rough local red, Scotch, gin, vodka, rum, coke, beers.'

Max takes in the expensive crystal cut glasses and ice bucket, smoked salmon canapes, no nuts or crisps. Amber wryly reads his thoughts, 'I didn't want you to choke on your own nuts when we made out. Help yourself to a drink and a nibble, guys, make yourselves comfortable, enjoy our little show. You might want to take off all your clothes? Before we get too hot for you?'

The atmosphere in the bedroom turns steamy, close and clammy. Electrified by the anticipation of what is about to occur on the love bed, Rhett and Max help themselves to stiff double gins with ice and tonic, clear the silver salver of smoked salmon canapes, pick their teeth clean with the silver toothpicks laid on for their convenience, undress to their underpants, take a seat, and wait for the performance to begin.

'We're about to start filming us having sex,' Amanda advises her guests, 'Do join us if the mood takes you.'

Rhett's ears prick up, 'Join you?'

'Yes, join us on the bed.'

Amber adds, 'You can fuck us if you like, but I must warn you: we are being filmed. Happy with that?'

Rhett and Max nod in unison, the tomcats who'll lick the cream of the pussy cats who'll purr like kittens when they come, 'Very happy, thank you.'

'Good! Then we'll make a start. Amanda?'

Amanda climbs onto the bed, strips off her negligee, and throws it in Rhett's face. Amber joins her on the bed, peels off her negligee, and hands it to Max. He sniffs it: the silk smells of woman's body odour. The men watch avidly as the women start to kiss-and-touch. Amanda clutches her full right breast with her slim fingers, pulling at her nipple, blushing hard as she seals Amber's lips with hers. Amber's reply is to clutch her full left breast, pulling at her nipple, blushing redder as they kiss. The women lean in to each other, pressing their floppy free breasts against each other, teasing out their erectile teats, aroused. The men gasp when the women swing their legs open for them, revealing their shaven pudenda. Max can clearly see Amber's enticing cleft. Rhett leans forward, gripping Amanda's calf, opening her legs wide so that he can get a view of her red slit; the women make out on the bed, fingering and massaging each other's clefts until they are moist and ready to be fucked. Amanda's voice is little more than a sexy murmur, a whispered come-on to their men-in-waiting as the women, lazily, roll over onto their backs.

'You can fuck us now if you like.'

Amanda is fucked by Rhett, Amber is fucked by Max, missionary. They swap partners. Amanda: reverse cowgirl grinding Max's cock. Amber straddling Rhett clenching his seeping nub with her vaginal walls. For their flourishing finale, the women give their men breast relief until they come in floods, spurts and splashes, their thick grey semen daubing the women's breasts and chests in warm blobs of manly mess.

Amanda and Amber are currently starring in Milfs Go Mad For It with their two anonymous male studs. Rhett and Max share a luxury apartment with a chubby wavy-curly-pearl-blonde-haired sexy model and her bisexual chubby cut-short-honey-brown-haired girlfriend in Cannes. They make love - rather a lot.