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Holiday 2010 James's mother had organised a late summer holiday, we had spent our main summer holiday with my grandparents in Newcastle, it had rained for the whole fortnight but that suited me a lot because it stopped the usual arguments about me wearing a bikini, I'm sure that if James would take his time, encourage me rather than make a big thing about it all, I would probably try wearing a bikini. I knew that my shyness was a problem, James wouldn't normally care at home, we had a swimming pool that I had never used because, even at home I didn't like to be so exposed and James never said a word, just if we went to the beach, it was almost as if he was being judged by all the other men because he couldn't display his property (Me) the way everyone else's girlfriend or wife were showing off! As money was so tight because James had been out of work for six months I thought the whole bikini fight had been put off for another year but I was wrong. James's mother, June, was an extremely wealthy woman, independently of her husband who had his own, very successful business, June was looking for an opportunity to make her bank account swell more and to that end, she had bought a partnership in a holiday caravan site by the coast. There were apparently four fields, each field had ten static caravans and each field was owned by a different partner, the clubhouse and swimming pool were in the centre of the site and all four partners shared in the running costs and profits for the clubhouse complex. James had told me that we were going to the site for a fortnight, just to look things over, see if there was any work that might need doing, it made sense to me as James was off work and had time on his hands. I didn't worry about the bikini issue either, midsummer had been hot and sunny while we had been stuck at home but the rain was just coming back for late summer, I knew that it was mean of me to relish the rain while on holiday, the kids wouldn't have half the fun, but I could at least make it educational with all the trips to museums and art galleries, exciting eh! I was surprised to hear that all ten caravans's that June had bought were empty, I knew it was a deep recession and the forecast was for rain but I had heard that holidays at home in the UK were popular because of the cost of foreign holidays and the high airport taxes. Nothing was said about exactly where the site was, I assumed that June would have bought someplace in Cornwall or the south coast, that was her normal holiday destination of choice, not that she would have ever spent a holiday in a caravan from choice. At Sunday lunch, always a big family event, James was discussing what was needed with his mother, she was telling him what tools she thought he should take down, including a lawn mower and a few gardening implements, we were going to go down on Wednesday, I was more paying attention to James's brothers discussing what they had planned for Saturday, I breathed a sigh of relief, they obviously weren't coming down with us, June was arranging to lend James her Ford Galaxy, just because it had all the stuff in it, like space, DVD players to keep the kids happy on a long journey, it also meant that June wouldn't be joining us either, she wouldn't go far in Ron's Boxter, far too small, far too uncomfortable and far to fast for her, I smiled inwardly, ten empty caravans would have been a huge temptation for most families. I was packing on Tuesday evening, James had picked up the Galaxy from his mother, there was a huge quantity of tins and bottles of food already packed into the boot of the car, the rearmost seats had been completely removed giving it a cavernous boot, I had picked out a pack of twenty four bottles of HP sauce and another of Heinz ketchup, there were trade packs of coffee, beans, soup, biscuits and breakfast cereal, it looked like we were packing for a month or more, there was even a twelve volt cold box that was totally full of bacon and sausages. I was sure that we could have picked up everything that was in the boot already once we were there, it may have cost a little more from a supermarket, James's mother had obviously been to the cash and carry, the other thing was that she would have paid for all the food, as she knew that money would be tight for us. I also found a brand new bikini in a packet, it was my size, James knew very well what size I took in clothes, gloves, shoes and hats, not like most husbands who wouldn't have a clue. I held the bikini up, you're being optimistic, the forecast is for rain all week, maybe even longer, I didn't say, also wishful thinking, the bikini was described on the pack as 'French cut', I could see that the bottoms were more like a thong than bikini bottoms and the tops were halter, with cups that could be spread out to cover more of the breast or concertinaed to just cover the areola to maximise the area for tanning. We set off early on Wednesday morning, drove down the M1 Motorway, left on to the M25, the kids were well bored by the time we got to the Dartford crossing and over the Queen Elizabeth II Bridge. James stopped just after the toll booths and put on the first of the DVD's that we had brought for the journey and they settled down to watch the film as we sped along the M20, south. I had expected June to have plumped for Hampshire or Dorset rather than the more industrial area of Dover or Folkestone. When we pulled into the Eurostar port at Folkestone I started to realise why we were taking so many quintessential British foods on holiday with us, I asked James if the caravans were in France or Belgium but he wouldn't say, just that it would be a surprise. I took the kids to the toilet on the train while James programmed the destination into the inbuilt satnav in the car so I still didn't know exactly where we were going. We hit the Auto-rout, heading for Paris, James convinced me to recline my seat and try and have a nap, we had all eaten while on the train, a picnic at forty fathoms while speeding along in our stationary car. The kids did fall asleep, we were, I think they call it 'batting along', well over the legal speed limit, I did recline my seat too so that I couldn't see death approaching every few seconds as James weaved the Galaxy in and out of lines of traffic. I woke as we were passing a turn off for Limoges, it was starting to get late, the sun was well down in the sky and we were still heading south at speed along the A75, the kids were watching a different film on the DVD player but were still very fractious because of spending most of the day, strapped into the seats on what seemed like a rocket sled, it was still several hours and another meal before we got close to the coast, I could see it on the left for quite a few miles but we still didn't turn towards it. We had to stop at the Spanish border, and there was still three hours left to go. At Midnight we turned up at Blanes, just north of Barcelona, the campsite was still a hive of activity even at midnight, James picked up the ten sets of keys to the caravans, I didn't have a chance to check the van James chose to spend the night in for cleanliness but as I had brought sleeping bags for everyone it didn't matter too much. We slept late on Thursday, then James checked all ten caravans to see if they needed any repairs, as usual there were broken switches, and broken socket outlets, bits of torn or broken furniture. James spent two days fixing things, he also replaced things that couldn't be fixed, then he got the kids to help him, he split the food we had brought with us into five sets and the girls set about putting one set of food into each of the four caravans that had the best positions on the site, cleaners turned up, local staff, employed by the management company to clean caravans between lets, they thoroughly cleaned all ten caravans as James and I set about planting a few colourful shrubs around each caravan. James was up early on Saturday morning, he left the girls, William and me in bed and went off in the car, he returned two hours later, June and Ron were in the car as well as Simon, James's younger brother Peter's son, Ron and June took the caravan that had the best view, after Dinner James disappeared again, returning with his second eldest brother Paul, Paul's wife Sarah and their thirteen year old daughter Eve. Now three of the ten caravans were occupied, I managed to keep my head down as, late on Saturday afternoon, James, his parents and brother and his family, took our kids with them to the beach in Blanes, I was quite happy, using the small electric lawnmower to trim the very long grass that was too close to the caravans for the large mower that the contractors ran over the site once a fortnight. Amy and Laura loved the beach, it was very hot, even for late afternoon it was still sunnier than it had been all summer at home, Sunday morning James nipped off again, this time when he returned he had his oldest brother Ronald jr. with him and Ron's children, Anna 13, Dawn 11, Paul jr. 10 and Michael 7 but Ron's wife, Mary wasn't with them. On Monday morning James persuaded me to put my new bikini on under my clothes, I was trying to get out of the trip to the beach, there was still a little painting that needed doing around the caravan's steps and balconies but James wouldn't let me get away with that. It was quite a walk to the stretch of beach that my kids preferred, and for those men amongst my readers who buy their wives or girlfriends the "cheese wire" bikini bottoms, I can tell you that walking any distance with clothes on top of them can be quite painful, painful and something else, eventually the "string" activates a certain button, that can cause all sorts of other feelings, other than pain that is. To my surprise the beach was totally packed, it was barely ten o'clock in the morning and there was hardly enough room to spread out their beach towels, never mind our mob's need for space, there was after all twelve of us. Ron junior's kids were complaining that they wanted to play ball games or fly kites, both tasks that couldn't be entertained at all on such a crowded space. James's father came up with the idea of using the water bus to go along the beach towards Lorette - de - Mar, the boat stopped at several coves along the coast, some more popular than Blanes and others less so. My three demanded to stay where they were, the sea was very gentle there, the sand was very soft and made perfect sand castles and there were shops and cafes close to hand, June said that she wasn't too keen on the boat trip and that she would stop with my three and look after them, James almost got on the boat when he changed his mind, he pushed me up the gang-plank even though I was complaining, I was more than willing to stay behind with June and my children, instead I found myself on the boat with Ron, Peter, Ron jr. and Ron jrs. kids. The first bay that the boat stopped at was almost as crowded as the one we had left but even so, half the passengers on the boat departed, the next bay was almost empty, as we were walking down the gang-plank the skipper of the boat made some comment to Ron sr. about the beach being 'playa nudista' but Ron waved him off and we all departed. We were the only people in sight on the beach, I could make out some shapes on flat rocks that were about six or seven feet higher than the beach, it looked like they were men, it looked like they may have been naked, but they were so far away that it didn't matter too much to me as I couldn't see anything. The kids, Ron and Peter plaid with a ball for almost an hour, leaving me to sit on my towel, reading a book, then Anna came and sat by my side on my towel, she was wearing a bikini that was equally as revealing as my own, the difference was that mine was hidden beneath jogging bottoms and a t-shirt. Anna asked me to rub some sun oil on her back, it reminded me that I hadn't mentioned to James about remembering to top up our own children's defense against the sun. It felt strange rubbing oil into the skin of a young woman, she looked almost like a fully grown adult but her skin still felt like my own daughter, incredibly soft and smooth, even though Anna wasn't fat, she did still have that faint layer of fat, just under the surface. After finishing her back, she lay on my towel, on her back and asked me to oil her front. I didn't want to, but how could I refuse without sounding too much like a prude? I tried to skirt around those areas that I felt uncomfortable rubbing but Anna was complaining that if I didn't oil all of her she might burn where I had left the oil off. Ron snr. Came to my rescue, he came over with Paul jr. and said, "Swap you, this ugly nettle for that delicate bloom!" I oiled Paul jr. but was watching closely as Anna's grandfather finished oiling her, he was definitely not shy when it came to Anna's more 'private' parts, adding extra oil to his fingers and slipping them under the material of her bikini top and bottoms. Fortunately Paul jr. had shorts on, so I could oil right up inside the leg hole without actually getting close to anything improper. Everyone settled down to a little sunbathing, after thirty minutes we had our picnic lunch, then, Anna started to badger me about my dress, at noon the sun was beating down and it was well over thirty degrees centigrade, James had told his father that I had put on my new bikini under my clothes and now Ron sr. was egging Anna and her sister on to try and get me to strip down to my bikini. I managed to fight them off for almost an hour but at one o'clock I finally gave in and took my t-shirt off, as the material came over my head and I could see again, I noticed that I had the undivided attention of Ron sr, Paul, Paul jr, and Peter. Ron sr. gave an impressed nod and the other three just gave lecherous grins in my direction. Anna and Dawn almost fought me, and each other, to rub oil into my back, I had begun to worry slightly, my body had never been so exposed to the sun before in my life and I was worried that I would burn to a crisp. It didn't take long for the girls to force me out of my jogging trousers, I fought them off trying to oil my legs, telling them that I could manage my legs and front but Ron sr. stepped in and took the bottle of oil off of me and began to oil my legs from my feet upwards. When he got to the material of my bikini bottoms, he rubbed right up to the edge of the material; I was so turned on at that point that I and Ron could clearly see the damp patch spreading out from between my legs. That fact wasn't missed by Ron jr and Paul and his son. Ron sr. finished off oiling my top half, as he was oiling the girls all took their tops off and began to rub oil into their bare breasts, before I could stop him Ron sr. had slipped my breasts out of my bikini top too, I fought and fought but between them the men took all of my clothes away to stop me getting dressed again. Eventually we all settled down to sunbathing, I had never felt anything quite like having the sun caressing my body and nothing at all like my father in law, rubbing oil into my bare breasts. One by one we all fell asleep, all except Ron sr and Anna, and of course me! When it looked like we were all asleep, Roan sr. and Anna took a stroll along the beach to the large flat rocks where I had seen the men who looked naked, Ron helped Anna up onto the rock, then in front of the stranger, Ron sr. and his grand daughter also stripped totally naked. I had the only bottle of sun oil that we had brought with us on the boat trip, then I noticed the man, he looked almost as old as Ron sr. kneel down at Anna's side and begin to rub his own sun oil into her 'lower' body. I watched, feeling a mixture of surprise, guilt and disgust that Ron Sr. was sitting there watching complete stranger rub oil around his grand daughter's private parts. I thought that I was disgusted with what I saw, but if I was, why was I now squeezing my upper thighs together and relaxing them, I couldn't stop looking between James's father, kneeling, looking on proudly as his granddaughter was being rubbed by the stranger, even though they were so far away, I could see that both Ron sr. and the other man had very rampant cocks. I was starting to get that feeling deep in my abdomen, I was on the edge of a petite climax when, after a short discussion between both men, the stranger bent forward and his face disappeared between Anna's thighs. I was tipped over the edge as I watched Anna's thighs lifting off the rock to meet the man's mouth, Ron stroking her head, his lip movements looked like he was telling her that she was being a good girl. I realised that I was starting to make noises that could have disturbed the rest of the family laying around me on their towels, the thought of being caught climaxing on a public beach by my family took me down a level in my pleasure mountain, even though I wasn't actually touching myself with my fingers, just that dammed string of a crotch on my bikini bottoms, the sight of Ron and Anna and the pressure between my thighs as I squeezed and relaxed. I had to move, move away from the rest of my family, if I had been thinking straight I would have walked away from the nude sunbathers, but I obviously wasn't thinking straight because I was walking towards them, and if I thought the feelings caused by walking in that skimpy bikini was 'exciting' when I was reasonably relaxed, walking in it while in a state of excitement was a definite eye opener. The petite orgasm that I had started while lying on my towel was rocketed several steps higher as I walked towards the naked group. I hadn't intended to walk all the way to the flat rock, just far enough away from the family group so they couldn't hear me as I climaxed. I didn't once think about the fact that I was walking around on a public beach in just my bikini bottoms, in less than an hour, I had been turned from a shy and prim housewife into a wanton woman, striding along a beach almost naked while in the throes of a gigantic orgasm. I climbed up the side of the outcrop of rock, Ron sr. and the old stranger were too interested in what was going on between Anna's legs to see me arrive but Anna did and through gasps of pleasure she said, "Hi Aunty Issy, isn't it fantastic?" she didn't say what was fantastic, she didn't need to, she was bucking her hips up off the floor as her muscle spasms racked her body, so much so that the old man was finding it difficult to keep contact between his mouth and her cunt. Ron's head snapped in my direction, he was pinching one of Anna's tiny nipples so hard that it was turning blue; as soon as he saw me his mouth broke into a lecherous grin. Ron beckoned me to his side, as I moved behind the guy licking Anna's pussy, he broke contact and asked in a heavy Spanish accent, "Can I fuck her?" Ron looked down at Anna, "What do you think darling, you want him to fuck you?" Anna's face was illuminated; her smile couldn't have been any broader as she nodded her head. Ron reached for his ever present camera bag, he opened one of the gadget pockets, most camera men kept lenses, filters or rolls of film in such pockets, Ron had ten condoms in his. Ron handed the guy a condom and as the man opened the foil wrapper Ron pulled me close to his side, as the old guy pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it down the length of his ramrod hard cock, Ron was rolling my bikini bottoms down over my hips and down my legs. For the first time in my life, I was totally naked in a public place. Ron made sure that I was facing towards the couple as the old guy forced his cock into Anna's cunt, she winced in pain as he broke into her body and as his cock slid into her Ron's fingers slipped into my pussy, all thought of what Ron was doing to me slipped from my mind as I watched this very young girl being fucked by a man old enough to be her grandfather, well, it wasn't strictly true that all thought was gone from my head, as Anna began to climax all over again so did I, her climax and my own were the only things in the world at that moment. I lost track of time as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over me and over Anna, I have no idea how long I stood there before my legs finally gave way under me and I slumped down against Ron, there was a lot of grunting coming from the guy fucking Anna, he was grunting Spanish words, my mind interpreted them as things like, "You fucking whore, take all of my cock you dog's bitch!" But I could have been wrong. As suddenly as it started all activity ended, I was still gasping for air long after Ron's fingers could no longer work on my clitoris because I was now in a crumpled heap. I watched as the now flaccid, latex covered, cock was pulled out of Anna's body, the neutral flesh colour of the latex now a vivid red to dark brown, Anna had been a virgin when her grandfather had allowed her to fuck the old man. Anna was totally still, as if she were dead or comatose, she had just been through a total pleasure overload and was now lying in a puddle of her own sweat. The old guy thanked Ron for letting him fuck Anna and then he stripped the second skin from his cock, the teat at the end was full of his semen. Ron pulled my body slightly so that I was facing the old man as he examined the load carried in the latex, Ron patted my breasts and the man smiled at him, then he took hold of the teat end of the condom and tipped it's content over my breasts. Ron started to massage the spunk into my skin, making sure that he pinched my nipples extra hard with sticky, cum covered, fingers. As the man slipped his shorts on and made for the edge of the rock, satisfied and finished for the day, Ron pushed me forward, forced my head, much against my will, between Anna's thighs, I fought him all the way but as soon as my lips touched Anna's blood covered labia I started to lick her, breathing life back into her body, her hands took over from her grandfathers, gripping the back of my head and humping her hips up against my face. As Anna began to climax all over again I heard the 'click whire' of Ron's camera as he fired off a few shots of me licking my niece out, I came to my senses as I heard the camera clicking away and finally managed to fight Anna's grip on me, I rolled away as far and as fast as I could with Ron chasing after me taking snap after snap as I rolled in some very un-lady like poses. I made a dash for my bikini bottoms and as I pulled them on Ron sr. took several more photographs, some of me struggling in panic as I tried to pull the unwieldy garment on, it occurred to me as I struggled under Ron's camera lens that my husband may not have picked quite the right size bikini for me after all, mind you, I'm sure that they would have felt larger if I had felt less panic. After I had that minimum of cover Ron lost interest in me and turned his attention to Anna, she was posing for him as if she had been a photographers model all of her life, mind you, when Ron was around, everyone was a photographers model, my kids all called him grandpa photo, but he had never taken pictures of them like the ones that he was taking of Anna right then. I had no idea if Anna had ever modelled like that for him or anyone else before but she seemed to be putting her heart and soul into her work now. I managed to slip away, back to my towel and the rest of the family, where I slept for an hour or so in the full heat of the sun. When I woke, Anna and Ron sr. were back amongst us, Anna had her bikini bottoms on but her grandfather was still naked and no one batted an eye at seeing him nude. Every time Anna moved my eyes were drawn to the gusset of her bikini bottoms, even though the material was very thick there I could still see a slight red stain as her maidenhead blood was still leaking from her pussy, even though I had licked every drop from it at her and Ron's insistence. There was a little more game playing, beach cricket and football before Ron sr. decided it was time to go back to Blanes, I heard Ron tell Anna to take a dip in the sea, she didn't want to but Ron pointed out the stain that I had seen and she did as he said, apparently her bikini, like mine, wasn't designed to actually get wet and the salt water took most of the pattern out of the print, as the boat arrived I was given my bikini top and other clothes back, I put the bikini top back on but didn't bother with the t-shirt or joggers. In Blanes we found the place on the beach that we had left June, James and our kids was totally empty, there were signs that it had rained during the afternoon even though just a few miles down the coast it had been totally dry and extremely sunny all day. Blanes was also a lot cooler than the naturist beach had been so I dressed before following the family back to the caravan site, as I dressed I realised that the few men that were about on the beach were watching me intently. I didn't think that I had that good a body, I had given birth to three children so there were stretch marks as every mother has but I had spent a lot of time and effort in getting my body back into shape after each child was born. My breasts hadn't gone back to their pre-birth size, they were still a little fuller, still a little heavier than they had been when I was twenty but they were still as firm, my stomach was flat and there was no excess fat on my hips. I had spent most of my life hiding my body, not because I was ashamed of it, simply because I was shy and now, as I dressed, seeing those strangers on the beach, stopping and staring at me, I didn't feel at all shy, in fact, the thought that strangers found me attractive was a lot of a turn on, not that I needed a turn on, I had given myself a small orgasm and my father in law had given me an earth-shattering climax as I watched my niece being fucked, it would be some time before I needed sexual release. The rest of my family were out of site before I finished dressing, it should have taken just a few seconds to slip two items of clothing on but I was revelling in the looks I was getting, as I walked slowly in the footprints that my family had left in the sand I was being followed by three of the men who had stopped to watch me dress. Eventually one of the men caught me up, he said hi, asked me how I was, what my name was, I didn't want to stop, in the past I would have run a mile, it was amazing to me that one afternoon topless on a beach and an hour or so of total public nudity and I was a changed woman. I stopped to chat with the stranger, he was German, about thirty years old, blond hair in spikes and deep blue eyes, he wore baggy shorts and a skin tight t-shirt that showed off his perfect muscle tone, well defined six-pack and beautifully sculptured pecs. As we talked, well, as I answered his questions, we moved off the main beach and into a shop doorway, just as drizzle started to fall, the shop was closed so Fredric had to come extremely close to me to get out of the rain, even through two t-shirts and the little space between us I could feel the heat from his body as it radiated out of him, he had obviously been running just before he saw me and stopped to take in the view. I wanted desperately to lean in and kiss him, I had never had that feeling in my life before, certainly never since I had married almost ten years earlier but before I could Ron jr. Came into view holding an umbrella over his head, "Dad sent me back to find you, he thought you may have taken shelter because of the rain!" I thought that Ron jr. might have been angry catching me talking to another man in such an intimate way but he gave Fredric a friendly smile as I stepped out and under his umbrella. As we walked away Fredric called out that he would be at the Underground Disco in town later if I was passing and wanted a drink. All the family was gathered in the clubhouse on the caravan site, Ron jr. and his father got into a huddle and there was a lot of whispering between them and a lot of them looking in my direction and smiling at each other, James came over, "My dad told me that you stripped down to your bikini on the beach earlier, it's a pity I missed that!" James looked at my face closely, I was a little concerned about exactly what his father had told him about earlier but I needn't have worried, James wasn't like his brothers, they were all, very much like their father, all more like mates than father and sons but James was his mother's son, he had her religious streak in him, non of the rest of the family were in the slightest bit religious. I helped June to cook the evening meal, we had planned a bar-b-cue but as the drizzle was still hanging on in the air we just cooked the meat in a paella pan, I made up a huge salad even though I knew that almost no one would eat any of it voluntarily while there was sausages, burgers, chops and ribs frying over two gas rings on the cooker in June and Ron's caravan, Peter fetched fresh bread from the bakers and I allowed Amy and Laura to butter the bread once it had been cut up into manageable pieces. After dinner we all played board games or cards, there were too many of us to all fit in one caravan so after eating we all went back to the clubhouse, there was a definite air of conspiracy between Ron sr. Ron Jr. and Peter, they were playing poker in a corner and doing a lot of whispering, I knew that I was a large part of their conversation because they were looking over at me a lot and laughing, James and I spent most of the time playing games with Michael, Amy, Laura and William with June playing slightly older games with Paul jr, Anna and Dawn. At eight o'clock we decided that it was time for the younger children to go to bed, Ron sr. stopped us all in our tracks, "We've decided that the best thing to do is put all the kids to bed in one caravan, that way only two of us need to stay behind babysitting, we're going to cut cards to see who stays to look after the kids. I took all my three kids and Michael to the shower block to get washed up and changed for bed, by the time I got all four into bed, Amy and Laura in one bed, Michael and William in another, the cut had been made. I wasn't surprised that James had lost the cut and was going to be one of the two to babysit, I was though surprised that I wasn't the second one, in the past I had always volunteered to look after the kids on family night's out, no one ever complained as a willing volunteer is worth ten pressed men, June had lost the cut to be second babysitter, as an aside to me when she was helping to read a story to William and Michael she said that she was glad to get out of a night out, "When booze is as cheap as it is here they always go too far, who wants to spend the evening with a bunch of drunkards?" Sarah had a dress in her hand when she came in with her daughter and the rest of the older kids, they were all going to watch TV for an hour before they also went to bed, their bed sharing arrangements would be sorted out by James and his mother but the caravans were all very large, they all had three large beds, two were permanent and one was the main seating area, that could be two singles or converted into a king sized bed and two singles, the four youngest kids were in the single beds, June and James were going to sleep in that caravan for the night in the main seating area but not convert the bed into a king sized bed. Sarah handed the dress to me, she was a little smaller than I was, "Dad said that you should try this on, it is a little big on me so it should fit you perfectly!" I was a little taken aback by that, granted, I never went out, didn't actually possess any posh frocks or anything, I was perfectly happy to stay behind with the kids and let June and James both go out with the rest of them but if I was going to go out I should at least be alowed to wear my own clothes. I tried the dress on out of curiosity when I got back to our caravan, it seemed so empty without the sounds of three fighting children or three sleeping children, I seldom had silence even in the dead of the night there was one or other of my family snoring or something similar. The dress, back to that, Crepe-de-chine, micro-light fibre, a slivery shimmering blue, the top of the dress was two separate 'cups' that were joined to the waistband at the bottom and the tops were darted to reduce width until they joined together as a halter around the neck. Below the waistband, the skirting of the dress was rah-rah style, just a flat disk of the material sewn to the waist, so that every step taken in the dress caused the fine, light, material to flick up in the air, the only part of the dress that was tight, the only part that was meant to be tight was the waistband, the top, although separate right down to the naval was like loose bags. As I tried the dress on I did notice that the sides had been, at some time in the past, held down with double sided sticky, dress tape that was no longer sticky on both sides and if I turned quickly it left certain parts of my body behind. I didn't own a halter bra and when I asked Sarah if she had one she could lend me she shook her head, "I was planning to use that dress as a play suit for bedtime not to go out in!" Far too much information dear! I put a dressing gown on top of the dress and went out to find Ron sr. I tried to explain to him that there was no way I could go out in public dressed like that, Sarah had never intended to wear it outside and her much smaller breast and cup-size would mean that she would have no problem at all wearing that dress, nothing moving around inside the dress to spill out of the front of it. While I was talking to Ron sr. the rest of the family members came in, well the rest of the family members that were going out anyway, my brother's in law were all very complimentary to me about the way I filled out the dress, even Sarah told me that I'd better keep the dress as it suited me so much better than it had ever suited her. With all the adoration ringing in my ears I allowed Ron Sr. to take my dressing gown off of me and throw it on his bed, the drizzle had stopped and the evening had turned a little warmer than it had been earlier so no one took a coat out with them on the trip. On the walk into town we stopped off at every bar, I asked for soft drinks in each bar but I was sure that at least two drinks were spiked with alcohol. I wasn't a big drinker but as I had eaten a reasonable meal and we were doing quite a lot of walking the alcohol wasn't causing me too many problems, the sixth bar we entered was the Sol-Sporting bar on the "Avenida de las Americas" there was a big screen TV showing an American horse race, the number of runners in the race was the same number as people in our party so Ron, being the consummate gambler gave us a wager, the horses didn't have names, just numbers on their saddle cloth, Ron quickly scribbled down the numbers on bits of a torn up bar tissue and we all had to pick a number out of an ashtray, I got number nine and Ron got number three, as the gate opened and the horses set off, Ron said, "The one with the winning number gets to set a dare for the one with the loosing number, is that OK?" Everyone but me agreed so the majority had it, Ron sr. had picked the winner, naturally, my horse was, like me, very slow off the mark, my dare was to drink a tequila shot, to the rest of the family that wouldn't be a dare at all but they all knew that it was a big thing for me to act on the dare. We stopped longer in the sports bar, we had a melee on the darts board, the one to score the highest score with three darts got to set the dare for the one with the lowest score, this time it was Paul who set the dare for Sarah, she had to remove her panties, not in the toilet, right there in front of everyone and they were pinned above the bar for all to see, not that there was much to actually see, Sarah's knickers were very scanty indeed. There were a few more games, all with rules that didn't meet any recognised standards for the conventional game, just organised so that there was a quick result and a discernible winner and loser. I managed to come in the middle for several rounds but eventually I lost and Peter won, Peter dared me to kiss Sarah, on the lips, and for a full three minutes, I thought to myself that I would rather have lost my panties like Sarah had instead of a three minute kiss with all the men in the family watching. Sarah didn't give me much chance to think, she was right there in front of me, she actually looked like she was looking forward to the kiss. My first ever kiss with another woman and it was a dousey, the fact that the men were watching intently as we kissed did put me off a lot but not Sarah, she even stuck her tongue in my mouth after some attempts on my part to stop her, she definitely got carried away, eventually I closed my eyes, shut the men out of my mind completely, we stood in a tight embrace, I had no idea how long we actually kissed, the guys weren't about to tell us that time was up, as the kiss progressed in time Sarah began to grind herself against me, manoeuvring me into a position where my right knee was slightly forward and her pussy was grinding against my thigh. I got a little excited while she was humping against me but she actually managed to bring herself off, as she started to shiver into the foothills of her climax I suddenly remembered that her husband and our father in law were watching us and I pulled away. As soon as there was daylight between us the whole bar erupted in wolf whistles, cheers, clapping and stamping of feet, not only the family were watching but the whole bar had fallen silent as everyone, men and women alike were standing watching the show. Another round of drinks was bought, Sarah whispered that if I wanted her too she would be perfectly willing to take me into the ladies and help me get off like I had helped her, I blushed even more than I had whilst kissing her but turned her kind offer down. The games carried on until eleven o'clock, I had mainly been on soft drinks apart from the occasional stronger drink being slipped in the mix, "One last game, one last dare and we'll all move on to the Underground disco!" Ron was back in charge a simple pack of cards, one card dealt to each person, most cards came off of the top of the deck too, I'm sure that mine and Ron Sr.'s card, I'm sure that they both came off of the bottom of the deck, Ron was good at it, there was no way I could prove it but I got a two of clubs, the lowest of the low and Ron got the ace of spades, the top ace. "It's a long walk to the disco and it'll probably be a little draughty on the walk, Poor old Sarah is the only one who will feel the breeze so I think you should join your sister in her discomfort and leave your knickers over the bar like she did earlier!" I tried to back away from Ron but the boys closed in behind me, the rest of the bar was deadly silent, all eyes were on me, stupidly the only things that were going through my mind were things like, I hope my knickers aren't dirty, some of the things we had been doing had excited me and so the crotch of my panties was very wet, would that show? And would my knickers look ridiculous next to Sarah's thong, I hadn't even put on bikini panties; I had full sided passion-killers from British Home Stores, built for comfort rather than style! I was about to ease out of my knickers as discretely as I could, there were no longer seven people watching me, the whole bar was looking on, not only looking but also singing the tune to the stripper, there was a little disappointment because I just pulled my dress up an inch, caught my knickers through the thin material and pulled down the inch, several repeats of that and my knickers were on the floor without showing anything of my body at all. Ron took my big knickers to the bar and pinned them up with Sarah's tiny thong. On the walk to the disco, I had to grab the hem of my dress every time a slight gust of wind blew up, the lightweight material that the dress was made out of made it fly out at the slightest trace of wind. Inside the disco it was mainly dark but Fredric had spotted me within seconds of my arrival, he rushed over and kissed my hand, he was enthusing over the way I was dressed and wanted to buy me a drink, Ron sr. turned up with my drink and shook hands with Fredric, introduced himself and invited Fredric to join our party, Fredric was very confused that my father in law was inviting him to join us when he was so obviously trying to 'pull' me. There was a lot of dancing, mainly rotating between Fredric and Ron sr. but my brother's in law all took a turn too, more alcoholic drinks flowed, the group got steadily drunker as did I, the 'fixed' drinks were beginning to ought weigh the non-alcoholic ones. Fredric took me into a darkened corner to have a smooch and a grope, as he was enjoying himself I noticed Sarah and Peter dance past, Peter had his hand up Sarah's dress and they were tonsil-wrestling with each other, it was close to three o'clock in the morning and Fredric had just managed to get passed my defences and managed to get his hand up between my legs, his finger was just easing into my vagina when Ron sr. came up, "We're all heading back now, hey, Fredric, you fancy a coffee at our place?" Fredric's fingers shot out of my warm dark place as Ron spoke, there was definitely a worried look on Fredric's face, Ron could after all have been trying to lure him outside to get a beating from Ron and my brother's in law, as we walked back to the caravan, Ron was on one side of me with his arm around my waist and Fredric was on the other with his arm over my shoulder. Once at the caravan site, Ron, Fredric and I went into Ron's caravan and the others all went into Paul's caravan, Ron made a coffee for the three of us, there was little chat really, Ron sat one side of me on the long sofa, Fredric on the other side, Ron pulled my face to his and kissed me on the lips, his hand worked its way into the side of my dress and he started rubbing my breast, Fredric looked on awkwardly, I could tell that he was beginning to get cold feet or was suffering from boredom, Ron released the kiss but didn't remove his hand from inside my top, fondling my breast he said, "I think that you should give Freddy a kiss now, it must be his turn!" I didn't even look towards Fredric, he reached out and pulled my head to him, he copied Ron's kiss and his hand was also inside the top of my dress, one man fondling each of my breasts. Ron turned the lights down a little, then he told me to bend my head forward, he eased the neck strap of my dress over my head and allowed it to fall forward, instantly exposing my breasts. Fredric fell on my left breast, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on my nipple, Ron sat on the seat opposite us watching as Fredric went to town on my breasts. In quick time Fredric's hand was up my dress again, Ron stopped him, pulled me to my feet and eased my dress down over my hips, I was suddenly naked, in my father in law's caravan, with a stranger fondling my breasts and heading for my pussy. Ron had his digital camera out, taking snaps of Fredric making love to me, Fredric was driving me mad with his mouth and fingers, I didn't want Ron to be there, didn't want Ron to take photographs of me in the nude committing adultery in front of him but I was too far gon, too much alcohol and too much of an exciting day to stop it now! (8,500 Words) Fredric started to move me towards the rear bedroom of the caravan, the bedroom that Ron and June were supposed to be sleeping in. Ron trailed us snapping photographs of as we went. I was pushed onto the bed and Fredric pulled his shirt off, his upper body was truly magnificent, he even posed for Ron before he fell on top of me, he held me down with his body, kissing me as he fumbled with his belt and trousers. Ron even helped him to pull his trousers and underpants off so that Fredric could keep me held down. I felt Fredric's cock against my thigh as he was trying to position it, to get it lined up with my cunt, I couldn't believe just how big it felt against my thigh, it had to be alcohol induced miss-prospective or it could have been fear but I suddenly got the need to see it before he managed to get it in me. I managed to wriggle out from under him, Ron thought that I had come to my senses and was breaking for the safety of the children's caravan but he was wrong, as soon as I got a glimpse of Fredric's cock I froze in my tracks, the fact that Ron was also naked didn't faze me as much as seeing the monster cock that was now throbbing with the blood pulsing through it, more than ten inches long, almost the same in circumference, a true monster, I heard Rom whisper, "Fucking hell, a horse would be happy to own that thing!" I just knelt there, frozen with fear, it had crossed my mind that I should run, Ron had taken things far too far, the nudity and the masturbation earlier while my niece was having her cherry busted open was bad enough but this was serious, James would kill me if he had any idea that I was naked in his father's bed, with his father, naked, looking on as I was about to commit an international incident with a German disco stud. I was pulled back onto the bed, but not until Ron had taken several photographs of Fredric's cock with the tip of its head touching my belly, even though he seemed to be a very long way away from me. Fredric forced me back onto the bed, because his cock was so long, he could get the head of it into my cunt with his body far enough away from mine that Ron could get in between us and snap a few pictures of the cock actually parting my labia and more, fifteen shots a second as Fredric slowly pushed his manhood deeper and deeper into me. I actually climaxed with just five inches inside, at that point Ron had to back out, he flicked his attention to my face and upper body, feeling the cock inside of me was a huge turn on, having Ron, naked and watching was a bigger kick, knowing that Ron was taking photographs of me being fucked by a stranger was the tipping point that induced my orgasm, wondering exactly who Ron intended to show the pictures to, that made me erupt out of control. I flinched a little as Fredric forced the next inch of his cock in me, I knew that my vaginal cavity was only around five inches deep, so the pain I felt was actually Fredrick's cock head trying to turn me inside out. The pain suddenly brought me back down to earth, I was now struggling to get away from under Fredric, I suddenly saw just how wrong the situation was, my old shyness came flooding back into my life. Ron spotted my discomfort and my attempt to escape, he looked troubled by it, he took a bottle from his bedside cabinet, I recognised it instantly, James had been dosing the children and I with the same stuff for days, Vitamin Complex Ten or something, James had been putting a small spoonful in our drinks at least twice a day all week, Ron opened the bottle, it had a kind of eyedropper in the lid, Ron sucked up some of the liquid, he checked the level inside the glass tube, as I gasped again from the pain of Fredric trying to get more of his cock in me Ron pushed the end of the tube between my lips and emptied the lot into my mouth. The vitamins were thick like treacle, within seconds I had calmed down again, the pain was gone and suddenly I didn't mind being naked in front of Ron again, I relaxed and started to climax once again, it took a while but eventually I felt Fredrick's balls against my thigh, I looked down between gasps for oxygen, Fredric was all the way inside, my womb must have been turned inside out, I may even have sustained internal damage but I didn't care. I just settled into enjoying the feeling of being so completely filled. It was almost six o'clock and I was still gasping through my orgasms, if I had been myself I would have been worrying about the time, the kids were often up at six o'clock but again, I was having so much fun that I didn't care. Ron was bored with snapping pictures; he moved around to my head and offered me his cock to suck. I had offered to perform that service for his son once but he had refused so I was surprised that I took his father's cock so readily, Ron had to give me a lot of pointers to stop me hurting him and to maximise his pleasure, I felt a deep warmth flooding through my abdomen, 'Oh, that's Fredric cumming up me' I thought to myself. There was a nagging thought at the back of my mind, something about children, then Ron forced his cock passed my oesophagus and started firing his spunk directly into my stomach, the thought was pushed further to the back of my mind by the thought that a man as big as Ron, pushing his cock deep down my throat should have hurt, and that I should have been at least worried about something, but for the first time in my life I really wasn't worried about anything! Fredric dressed and left quickly, he didn't even kiss me goodbye, within seconds we could hear James asking one of his brothers if he knew where I had slept, Ron rushed into the living area, he fetched my dressing gown and threw it at me, we heard Paul telling James that he thought that I had actually slept in our own caravan, Paul knew perfectly well that Ron had planned to allow the German to fuck me all night in his caravan, so he was obviously trying to give Ron and I a little safety margin. Ron handed me a bar of Spanish soap called Florales-de-depilatorio, it smelled disgusting, a little like fly spray, he also gave me a face cloth and a towel, "Wait until you hear James knocking on your caravan's door, then slip out to the shower block, just wet your hair quickly but wash your fanny properly, and I mean, very deeply, just in case James wants an early morning fuck!" I waited and ran for the shower block as soon as I heard the door being knocked; I had the only key to the caravan so I knew that James would be knocking for some minutes in case I was sleeping. I ran to the shower block and quickly jumped into a shower cubicle, I wet myself from head to toe, the smell from the soap put me off a lot but I had no other way to take the smell of almost three hours of fucking away from my body. I made sure that my pussy and lower body was well scrubbed, I was rushing like crazy, I had to make James believe that I had been in the shower block for some time, suddenly the perfume hit me, as the block of soap hit the water and was smeared over my body, it didn't smell too bad, I washed all over my body, the smell was so good and the suds so luxurious that I was tempted to wash my hair too but James calling out for me made me decide not to. I didn't bother to dry myself off, no time, I hardly had time to rinse myself off properly, I just pulled my dressing gown on and ran from the shower block. James was already heading for his parent's caravan to see if I had started cooking breakfast, their van because they had the paella pan, perfect for cooking up industrial quantities of bacon and eggs. James was totally surprised to see me walking across the campsite in just my dressing gown, I would never do that normally, I was very particular that I always took my clean clothes with me to the bathroom, James was shocked but also very pleased. "Wow, you look sexy and you smell great, where did you get that scent from?" James was very impressed at how his normally shy and totally reserved wife was dressed, I passed him the bar of soap, "Mmmm, 'Florales-de-depilatorio', do you know that that means in English?" "No!" "Where did you get it from?" Shit Issy, think fast girl "I think Sarah left it in our caravan last night, she was letting me smell it!" Phew, safe James smelt the bar, "God that stinks, good thing it smells better on you than on the bar, I hope that you didn't get any on your hair though!" "Why?" "Roughly translated, the soap says it is 'Flowers of hair removal'!" Shit. Shit was I glad that I didn't wash my hair, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind that I had washed other hairy parts of my body, one certain part that I wouldn't ever have dreamed of de-foresting. "We forgot the kids clean clothes last night so I need to get into the caravan before they drive their Grandmother to distraction. Have you got the key handy?" Double shit and a whole pile of crap too I knew exactly where the key was, and it wasn't in my pocket where it would be if my deception were to work. I patted the pockets of my dressing gown, "It should be here somewhere, god, I must have dropped it someplace!" Sarah came out of James's father's caravan, "Hey, did anyone drop a key, dad told me it wasn't his but as there is paint on it, it could belong to you guys!" James took the key and unlocked our door, "Thanks sis, where did you find the key?" "Outside the shower block!" James went into our caravan to get the kids a set of clothes each, as soon as he was out of earshot Sarah said, "What was it like fucking Fredric?" I pushed her away from the caravan 'shushing' her all the way. "What the hell, James could have heard you!' Sarah gave a naughty giggle, "I felt his python while you were dancing with dad, and he had a whopper, I was so jealous when Ron told me that you were going to get to fuck him all night long, I'm looking forward to the pictures!" Ron had realised that I would have needed my hand bag for my keys and that it would have looked out of place taking it to the showers, so he had called Sarah, hunted through my hand bag, found my keys and got Sarah to do the acting slot. James was very impressed that I was still standing in the open wearing just a dressing gown, the old me, the usual me would have run all the way from the shower block and scurry straight into the caravan, James was so happy that I was so calm about being almost naked out in the open, if only he knew the truth! (2,009 Words) June came out of the kid's caravan and asked for my help with breakfast, "I should get dressed first!" James smiled at me, "Plenty of time for that, the kids will be starving!" I shrugged my shoulders, James took the towel and the rest of my bathroom requisites and I followed June back into Ron's caravan. Ron had stripped the bed and was in the process of remaking it, the whole caravan stank of sex, well, sweat and body odour at least. June looked at her husband suspiciously, "How come you are changing the bed?" "I was so drunk last night that I had a little accident!" June gave Ron one of her most 'Roman Catholic' looks of disapproval, "Could you help him to change the bed Isabella while I get everything started with breakfast?" "Did James suspect anything?" "No, I don't think so; why the hell did you give me that soap that makes hair dissolve?" "I like a clean woman, I think that's why I love looking at the kids!" I helped Ron to make the bed, as I had to keep bending forward to lean over the bed my dressing gown kept falling open, I began to blush and started to struggle to keep my body covered, Ron stopped me, he tilted my face towards his, I felt my cheeks flush red as Ron studied me closely. "Time for some more vitamins I think!" Ron got the bottle of Vitamin Complex Ten and filled the eye-dropper, I noticed the mark on the glass tube, just a few hours earlier, Ron had filled the tube to the mark, this time the liquid in the tube was way past the mark. "Open wide!" I tried to refuse him but he backed me into a corner and forced the tip of the eye-dropper between my lips, "Good girl, drink it all down!" I got a sudden rush of wellbeing and comfort flooding through my system, then, as I steadily began to calm down, I watched as Ron dosed everyone in the family with the thick vitamin rich liquid. More for my sisters in law and the older girls, slightly less for Amy, Laura and William. The older boys and rest of the men didn't have any. I relaxed beyond any expectation I ever had in my life before, I helped June to cook breakfast and the front of my dressing gown kept falling open but I didn't care in the slightest bit. I noticed that Ron had everyone gathered around his laptop, the only people who weren't struggling to look over his shoulder at the screen were James, June, me, Laura and William, I also noticed the wire plugged into the side USB slot that disappeared down into Ron's Camera bag. Amy kept looking from the screen to me and back to the screen, at one point she asked who the man was but Ron 'shushed' her. The breakfast was totally cooked by the time everyone had finished looking at the pc screen, I was surprised that June or James weren't suspicious that every time they went close to the computer, Ron switched screens. I had already worked out that Ron was running through the photographs taken of me the day before, on the nudist beach as well as in Ron's caravan after the disco, the fact that Ron was showing the pictures to the older children didn't seem to bother me either, not even that my own daughter, Amy, was looking on in amassment. Everyone struggled for places to sit to eat the bacon and eggs that June and I had prepared, William had chosen CoCo pops, even though he asked me every day for a full English breakfast, his favourite by far was CoCo pops. I was about to start clearing the table when Ron told me to sit down, and take it easy, he stopped his wife clearing the table as well, he set the older boys the task of clearing the table and washing the pots, he caught Paul Jr's. arm and whispered something in his ear. As the boy's cleared away William's bowl, all the chocolate covered rice, well and truly eaten, just the milk left in the bowl, we had to use UHT milk which didn't go down as well with the kids as pasteurised milk, Paul bumped into Michael's arm and I got a chocolate milk shower which soaked straight through my thin bathrobe. Ron jumped into action and tried to mop up as much of the milk as he could but I was well and truly covered. James was trying to hold back his sniggers but couldn't and as he burst out laughing he said, "Sorry darling but it looks like you have to have another shower!" I got all my shower stuff again and went back to the shower block, unfortunately, while I was gathering a clean towel and my shower bag, the rest of the family had been herded into the shower block. I opened the door and there was someone standing outside both shower cubicles, my need was greater but I was at the back of the queue. June suggested that I jump in with one of the others, I almost did it, I actually came very close but chickened out at the last inch, "Well, go and put the closed sign on the men's block and shower in there!" June suggested, for me, that was the better option by far. As I walked past the end of the female toilet block, I spotted Ron and Dawn standing out of sight between the two blocks, I noticed that Ron had a smaller bottle of the vitamins that the whole family seemed to be taking, the other bottles I had seen had blue labels with ten percent stamped in red ink across the front, this bottle had fifty percent and a red label, Ron had his back to me, the boy's were still in Ron's caravan trying to scrub the huge paella pan clean, the girls, all except Dawn were in the showers, "But Grandpa, Anna said that new stuff tasted really horrible when you give it to her!" "Yes darling, but did she say that what happened to her yesterday was terrible?" "No, she said she loved it and was looking forward to doing it again next time!" "Well, you have to start taking this new stuff to get you ready or you'll have to wait until next holiday to start!" Ron had the glass tube in Dawn's mouth and was squirting the content in her open mouth. Dawn pulled a face as the liquid hit her taste buds. Then she noticed me and her expression changed to one that looked like an eleven year old being caught doing something that she shouldn't be doing. Ron span round and saw me. The sun was starting to dry the chocolate milk on my chest and I was desperate to get it showered off, "Hey Issy, come over here!" Ron called out to me, he patted Dawn on the top of her head and told her to go and shower, as she squeezed between him and the wall of the toilet block he said, "Good girl, we'll see how fast the medicine takes to work, see if we can't speed things up for you!" Ron pushed me against the outside wall of the men's toilet, he started to pull at the front of my dressing gown, trying to open it out there in, well, I was about to say open but it was between two buildings and not in view at that moment, I felt my face redden and I pushed his hand away from me, Ron just smiled and dipped the eye dropper into the red labelled bottle, he filled it way past the mark on the tube and told me to open wide, I did, I didn't even question him, he pushed the tube right into my mouth, the tip of the dropper was right at the back of my tongue before he squirted the liquid into my mouth. It was far thicker than the usual stuff, thicker and very foul tasting to boot. I was also given the good girl treatment, no pat on the head though. I turned and headed for the men's toilet block. As I was showering, using the depilatory soap again, careful not to get any on my head, not that it seemed to matter, I had washed myself very thoroughly earlier and the hair covered bits were still covered in hair. The soap did have a lovely scent on my body even if it stank to high heaven on the bar. This time the result of soaping my lower body couldn't have been more different, as the shower washed away the soap suds, it washed away most of my hair too. I had locked the outer door and put up the closed for cleaning sign but it didn't stop someone using a key to come in. I had June's key, so it had to be the cleaners or Ron, it was still an hour before the cleaners were due to come in, so.... Ron yanked the flimsy curtain open to my cubicle, he could hear the water running and the plastic curtain was so thin that he could see that it was an adult in the shower, probably even see that it was a woman, Ron was naked, he stepped into the cubicle with me, the thought flashed through my mind that just five minutes before I had stopped him opening the front of my dressing gown in the gap between the two toilet blocks but here I was, just standing, well, moving over to let him come into the shower with me. Ron took the soap from me and started to re-wash my pussy area again, the few clumps of hair that had clung rigidly to my body slipped away under the torrent of water. Ron washed under my arms, my belly and lower abdomen, then he turned me round and washed the small of my back too, then down between my bum cheeks, I know that I should have stopped him, I know that I shouldn't have opened my legs to allow him easier access to my bottom, but knowing it didn't stop me doing it for him. I was very surprised, surprised and disappointed when Ron slapped my bottom, "Go on, go and get dried off. I stepped out from the shower, there was no towel, no dirty bathrobe, my ridiculous bikini was hanging where I had left the towel and dressing gown. "I need a towel Ron, mine has gone!" "Yes I know, I sent all the washing with the boys, can you get dressed and pop over to make sure that they have separated the whites and coloureds for me!" "But I needed the towel to dry myself!" "Just put your bikini on, it's really hot outside, you'll dry quickly enough!" Yesterday I had been worried about wearing my bikini on the beach; suddenly I didn't see anything wrong with wearing it in the campsite. There wasn't really any problem with wearing a bikini around the site, the German's all seemed to walk around in beachwear on their area of the camp and the French were often seen topless in their area. It was just that I never, well, didn't usually, dress in that way in public, I didn't dress that way around the house to be honest, yet here I was, striding across the open camp site in just bikini and flip-flops. James looked totally shocked, surprised and proud when he saw me striding across the site in my bikini, he had never seen me so scantily clad in our ten years together. He had never shown any interest in seeing me naked, even when we had sex, it was always in the dark, in bed, him in his pyjamas and me in my nighty, he seldom even took off my knickers, just pulled them to one side, he was never in me long enough to worry about doing more. The laundry block was in the shared area so nothing could be left, the boys had expertly separated the washing and had taken over three washing machines, they had used the shortest cycle to wash the laundry but that's boys all over. They did look appreciatively at me as I walked in the laundry room and saw how I was dressed though. By the time I had returned to our area of the camp site, the men had erected a rotary washing line outside each of the caravans, that would at least mean that the boys didn't have to tumble dry the washing, we could at least hang it all out to dry in the Spanish sunshine. June had the idea that she would like to take a run down to Barcelona to see the cathedral that had been under construction continuously for almost five hundred years, it was her car but James was the only name on the European insurance to drive her car, so he had to go with her to drive, June was trying to persuade others to want to go with her and James but got little take up. My kids and I had just spent twenty-four hours in June's car travelling down from England, so we had automatic 'get out of three hours each way in the car' free cards. So Ron Jr. and Simon agreed to go with their mother and James. As we were a little depleted in the adult department we decided to go to the section of beach closest to our site, we were situated on a cliff top, some sixty feet above the sea, the path down to the beach was steep and treacherous and the beach was covered in heavy rocks and stones. As I had no sleep for forty hours, I took a lounger and put on my large sunglasses to catch a little sleep in the sun. Ron insisted that I put on a healthy covering of high factor sun cream, I did the same for the girls, all of them, mine and the assorted nieces while Ron did the same to the boys. I settled in to my lounger and in five minutes I was trying to force myself to go to sleep by regulating my breathing, trying to make it as slow and deep as possible. It was beginning to dawn on me that I was trying too hard, I was really tired, sleep would find me soon enough on its own, I only had an hour or so before the kids would all be complaining that they needed lunch. Ron whispered my name, then a little louder, I ignored him, if he knew I was awake he might want to try something with me and I really was desperate for sleep. He called me once more in a normal voice, then he told the kids to go and play, "Build sand castles at the water's edge, don't go in the sea or you'll have to come back here for more sun cream!" Eve was told to hang back with her grandfather, "I need a little help with the sandwiches for lunch!" Was his excuse. Ron gave the kids a little time to get busy building at the water's edge, then, "did your dad give you vitamins from the red bottle yesterday?" I watched as Eve nodded her head enthusiastically, "did he give you the red one again this morning?" Once again she nodded, "Would you like to sunbathe without your bikini with me today?" Eve blushed and shook her head, "That's OK, I think I'll give you a little more vitamins and you can go and play with the others, it takes some people a little longer for their medicine to work than others!" Ron was looking at me as he said that, he took the red bottle out of his beach bag and gave Eve a double dose, much to her disgust as it tasted so bad. Ron called my name once again, I still ignored him, then he dipped the eye dropper into the bottle once again and drew out a full dose, he came over to me, gently eased the tip of the dropper into my mouth and squirted the lot directly into my throat, I coughed and gagged a little before turning onto my side and finally fell asleep with that disgusting taste in my mouth. It was around two o'clock when Ron woke me, somehow my bikini top had been removed amd was on the back of Ron's lounger, the kids were all sitting around eating, Paul Jr. pointed out to Ron that I was looking a little red, Ron looked over at me, I looked down, my breasts were looking very red, Ron passed Paul jr. his bottle of sun cream and Paul came over to me, squirted a little of the cream into his hand and started to massage it into my breasts. I didn't stop him, it didn't seem at all wrong, even when he re-applied the cream over and over again I didn't stop him. I watched Ron give Eve and Dawn more of the red vitamins after they finished eating their lunch, he told the rest of the kids to go and play again but he held back Paul Jr. and Eve. I was sitting up, I had started eating my sandwich after the kids had all finished theirs so I was still eating as they all ran off to the water's edge. "Well now Eve, how do you feel about taking off your bikini now?" Eve looked at Paul Jr. she looked worried but her face didn't redden, "Paul loves to sunbathe in the nude, he doesn't really like me putting sun cream on the bits under his shorts for him, but he loves girls doing it for him!" Eve didn't look quite so worried now; she even had a smile on her face at the thought of her grandfather oiling young Paul's private area. "Well, would you like to put the cream on for him?" Eve said nothing but I saw her head nod, almost imperceptibly, Ron smiled, "You'll need to help him to take off his trunks!" Eve hesitated a second before moving in to Paul and pulled at the lace holding the shorts tight, then she pulled them down for him. Paul was only ten years old so his cock, although very hard, wasn't particularly big, there was the faintest hint of dark hair over his cock, it had obviously been blond until recently and was just starting to show as dark. My mouth went dry as Eve took a little cream from the bottle that Paul was still holding and she gave his lower body a generous covering, including his cock and balls, Ron turned Paul round so that he was facing me, then he told Eve to put some cream on his bum and down between his crack. Ron took my hand and placed it on paul's cock and got me to rub him off a little as Eve was rubbing sun cream into his bum, Ron whispered in her ear, then I saw her offer her grandfather her middle finger, Ron put cream on the tip of her middle finger and her hand went back down between her cousins legs, I felt his little cock jump as Eve slipped her finger into his bottom hole. Paul was now fucking my hand as Eve was massaging her finger up into his bottom. It didn't take Paul long to shoot his load into my hand. I was about to wipe it on my towel when Ron stopped me, he took my hand covered in boy spunk and rubbed it all into my breasts. Paul was then told to undress Eve; she just stood there, quite happily waiting for Paul to undress her. Once naked, Ron encouraged Paul Jr. to cream Eve's whole body before spreading a towel out on the ground for her to lie back on. Paul was guided by Ron to play with Eve's body, especially between her legs, under Ron's expert tutoring Paul managed to give Eve several orgasms before he regained his erection, then, right there in front of me, Ron gave the children instructions as to how to have sex with each other, which Paul took too, word for word and, from the look of it, much to Eve's delight. Before they had finished all of the rest of the kids were gathered around us, all watching their cousins or brother, fucking on the towel. I had a lot of questions to answer from my three after they saw that I can tell you, I realised that I wasn't my usual up-tight self, I was describing it as perfectly natural, even though, deep down inside I knew just how wrong it all was. As the kids were finishing off on the floor, Ron turned to me and instructed me, in a very forceful voice, "Take your bikini bottoms off!" I just did, even though we were surrounded by children, three of them my own. I knew it was wrong to be naked in front of my family but I couldn't do anything about it, it was as if I had no free will at all. At least in Spain we weren't doing anything illegal in being naked in public, the Spanish have a very free attitude to nudity on the beach, simply walk past the last person who was clothed on the beach and strip, you were now on an official nudist beach. It took just seconds for all the kids to follow mine, Paul and Eve's lead and get naked, Ron and Paul jr. took great delight in putting sun lotion on the girls and I was left to put cream on Michael's body.. Michael gave me a very handsome smile as his cock grew under my hand, then my own son, William came over for sun cream, usually he would have run a mile at the suggestion of sun cream but he was standing there waiting for me to rub the oil over his cock and balls. The kids settled down to sunbathing, Ron pulled Eve onto his knee, "I don't think Paul actually broke you in, there was no blood on his cock after he finished and his spunk didn't go very far up inside of you, can I break you in now?" Eve looked thoughtful for a moment, then she nodded. Ron lifted her leg, then lined her vaginal sheath, still dripping Paul's cum from it, then he pulled her down hard against his cock, Eve cried out in pain and began to fight her grandfather to get off of his cock but he held her tight, forcing her down ever harder onto his cock. Once she stopped fighting him, Ron lifted her knees and I could see the bead of blood infused spunk running from her tight hole all around her grandfathers cock. There was a few moments of stillness before Ron started to lift Eve off of his cock, I saw his blood streaked shaft leaving her body and just as the purple of his cock head hove into view, Ron dropped her down again, repeating the action over and over again until he erupted up inside of her and the blood started to flow over again. As I watched the gross deflowering of the thirteen year old girl, Paul crept onto my lounger with me and then he positioned himself between my legs, before I realised what he was doing, it was too late to stop it, not that I really wanted to stop him and Paul Jr. gave up his third load of spunk in less than an hour. Paul and I fell asleep together in that position, him, still connected to me and his spunk dribbling out of me wetting the towel between my legs. Ron was the only one still awake as the afternoon wore on, he was ever vigilant for anyone coming down onto what was in reality our private beach, although the law in Spain forbids anyone actually owning any of its beaches. (4,052 Words) (Total 14,561 Words)
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