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This is the 6th and final chapter in A New Dawn. In previous chapters Dawn 
has related her sexual adventures as a nineteen year old on a European 
vacation to Lisa.
Expect more Dawn stories in the future.

A New Dawn - Chapter 6

"Do you want to hear one last story while we drive home? Just to finish the 
trip off as it were." Dawn was sitting in the front seat of the car. Lisa 
sat in the back, on her own.
"Yes, please. It'll keep me turned on. Oh, Dawn, I'm so excited, but nervous 
too. You will be gentle with me won't you?" she said in a self-mocking tone.
Dawn patted her knee. "Of course, just relax. My belief is that it should 
always be fun. If you feel like laughing in the middle then go ahead. Sex is 
hilarious and serious at the same time.
"Anyway, like I said I moved in with Abbi in her apartment. She shared this 
with an American bloke called Matthew. He was very quiet, had a beard and 
seemed to do nothing all day except smoke dope. He was of course, absolutely 
besotted with Abbi, who treated him terribly. She usually wore nothing but a 
pair of white knickers. I think everyone has a perfect item of clothing. 
Yours just might be that dress you're wearing now. Abbi's was white 
knickers. She moved languidly around the flat, her legs snaking before her 
and then the knickers made her legs seem longer by providing a focal point. 
The smooth front of them was broken slightly by her mound and I always 
wanted to just reach out and stroke it. Poor Matthew had to endure this all 
the time. Abbi would tease him, 'you fancy me don't you Matt? Shame I don't 
do blokes.' Then she was start kissing and fondling me in front of him.
"One day Abbi was working in the bar, while I had a later shift. Matthew 
said he was going out on his dilapidated moped to a beach somewhere. I asked 
if I could join him. He looked disappointed, I think he wanted to go on his 
own, but he was much too polite to say anything. So I put on my bikini and 
then a t-shirt and shorts over this and we chugged around the island, 
sometimes doing less than walking speed.
"Eventually he pulled over in a dusty lay-by and parked beneath a withering 
tree.
"'Where's the beach?' I asked.
"He pointed over the side of the road. 'Gotta climb down,' he muttered.
"I shrugged and together we clambered down a rough path cut out of the 
cliff. It was quite a struggle and at one point, I slipped, sending stones 
crashing down. Matt gripped me and then carried on silently. Once down the 
beach was lovely though. It was a secluded cove, with clear blue waters. 
No-one else was there. Matt sat down and started rolling a joint straight 
away. 'Are you coming in for a swim?' I asked him.
"'Nah, you go,' he continued his rolling.
"I stripped down to my bikini and went into the warm water. I spent half an 
hour or so swimming around the cove, and then returned to where Matt was 
lying, obviously happily stoned now. I lay down on my towel next to him to 
get some sun. Then we heard some voices and saw a couple clambering down the 
rocks towards us.
"'Shit,' Matt said and made to pick his stuff up.
"'It's okay,' I said. 'They'll go away from us.'
"They did, choosing a spot at the end of the beach. They were quite 
stereotypically German, he had blonde hair and a moustache and she had short 
blonde hair. They were probably about thirty and quite attractive in their 
own way. After they had settled down Matt relaxed and I lay on my front and 
slept for a bit.
"Then Matt nudged me with his foot, 'don't make it obvious but look at our 
friends.'
"I pretended to look at him could see over his shoulder that the couple were 
getting very friendly. They were both lying on a towel, kissing 
passionately. He was lying on top of her and I could see he was pressing his 
cock against her through their swimming costumes. Then they seemed to 
remember us, and the woman looked directly at me and pushed her partner off.
"'Oh, shame,' I said.
"'Yeah, I thought they were going to go all the way,' Matt said, trying to 
disguise his excitement.
"I was feeling a bit naughty and also I felt some sympathy for Matt, so I 
said, 'perhaps if we give them some encouragement they will.'
"'What do you mean?' he asked nervously.
"'Come over here and start kissing me.' He hesitated. 'It's okay, I won't 
tell anyone. Wouldn't you like to see them going a bit further? It'll be 
like those German porno movies you watch late at night when Abbi and I are 
in bed, except real.'
"He looked embarrassed at the mention of the porno I had caught him watching 
once. But he lay down next to me, rather awkwardly. I kissed him softly, 
although I wasn't very keen on his beard. He reciprocated, tentatively at 
first and then with more enthusiasm. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and 
flicked it across his. He did the same and we rolled over on the towel. 
'What are they doing?' I whispered to him.
"He pretended to nibble my ear while he looked.'They're looking at us and 
stroking each other.'
"'Best carry on then,' I said and kissed his neck and shoulders. He gave an 
involuntary shudder of pleasure at this and returned the favour on my neck, 
which has always been a sensitive place for me. I had a look at the couple 
and they had now resumed kissing. 'They're back at it,' I said.
"Matt immediately stopped, to my slight disappointment. He watched the 
couple who returned to their previous state of snogging passionately and 
grinding together. After a few minutes, they had progressed no further, but 
were aware we were no observing them.
"'I think we need to give them some more encouragement,' I said. I rolled 
onto my front and undid my bikini, letting the sides fall down. 'Rub some 
suntan lotion into my back. And be sexy about it.'
"He seemed caught between looking at the Germans and at me now, but 
eventually he squirted some lotion into his hand and sitting astride me, 
rubbed it in. He started in the middle of my back and worked outwards. At 
first, he was very mechanical about it, but he gained more confidence, 
pushing it into my skin. He massaged my shoulders and neck, which caused me 
to let out a deep sigh. The German couple had seen what we were doing, which 
had obviously emboldened the man enough to start fondling the woman's 
breasts through her bikini top, while they kissed. At first, she had grabbed 
his hand to stop him but after looking at us, had allowed him to continue.
"'Do around the side,' I instructed Matt, who had been avoiding this area. 
He moved one hand to my right side and rubbed some cream in. I didn't 
flinch, so he became more adventurous, rubbing the side of my breast. I knew 
he'd need encouragement, so I let out an appreciative murmur and slightly 
raised myself so he could get further round my breast. He did this, stopping 
short of the nipple. The German couple had seen all this and although he was 
fondling her pert breasts vigorously through the bikini top, they didn't 
seem to show any signs of going further. I was committed now. I really 
wanted to see them naked at least, but preferably fucking. I don't know why 
- they weren't really my type. Both of them looked very fit, he had a 
muscular and hairy chest. She had well-defined biceps and firm legs. They 
obviously fancied themselves quite a lot. They seemed the sort of couple who 
would both wear leather trousers. Perhaps that was why I wanted to get them 
to have public sex, through my will, as if I was controlling them.
"But they weren't going to give up their treasures easily, so I said to 
Matt, 'I think you need to do my front now.' He got off me and I turned 
over. Kneeling to the side of me, he applied cream to my stomach with 
trembling hands. He didn't take his eyes off my breasts once. 'Make sure you 
do my legs,' I told him just as he had nudged the underside of my tits.
"He looked disappointed, but moved down, starting with my feet and working 
up each leg in turn. I looked across at the Germans and the man was now 
fumbling with the bikini top, while looking at Matt and me. He unclipped it 
and fondled her nipples, which were long and erect. At the same time, Matt 
had reached my thighs. I parted my legs, and I think I must have been 
obviously damp. He took the encouragement and applied more cream on the 
inside of my thighs, brushing my pussy, which caused me to quiver.
"'I think my breasts are burning,' I told him. He stopped staring at my 
pussy and climbed on top of me again. Squirting more cream into his hands he 
applied it to my breasts, smoothing them one way and then another. 'Make 
sure they get a good coating,' I said.
"He rubbed the nipples and then squeezed one between his fingers. I gave him 
another provocative moan. I looked at his crotch and could his erection 
straining painfully against his shorts. The German couple were kissing and 
fondling each other, she was rubbing his crotch, but again they seemed 
content to stay at this stage.
"'We're out of cream,' Matt said, holding up the empty bottle.
"I reached down and grabbed his cock through his shorts. 'Oh no we're not.'
"'Oh, Dawn,' he moaned as I tugged at his shorts. His cock bent down as the 
shorts caught it, and then it sprang free, pointing eagerly at my breasts 
like a hunting dog. He climbed up and I squeezed my tits together and placed 
his cock inbetween them. I was tempted to laugh, it looked so much like a 
hot dog in a bun, but I knew Matt would be ruined by a giggle at that 
moment. He thrust back and forwards, fucking my well oiled tits. His cock 
rose and fell below my chin like a metronome.
"The German couple had stopped momentarily to take in this new development. 
Then with fervour, as if she had been given permission, the woman pulled 
down the man's shorts and took his cock in her mouth. She was obviously 
something of an expert in this and her head bobbed back and forth quickly. I 
had taken quite a dislike to her, I'm not sure why. I thought, cattily, 'I 
bet she boasts about her ability to do that.'
"Matt was holding his prick and enjoying his tit-fuck. While it was good for 
him, it didn't do much for me and I couldn't reach around him to play with 
myself. So, inbetween strokes I said, 'Matt, I think I really need a fuck.'
"'Oh, okay,' he said and climbed off, somewhat disappointed I felt. I pushed 
him on his back and quickly pulled off my bikini bottoms. His prick sat 
above his belly, aching in the sun. I gave it a swift lick, kiss, and then 
climbed on him. I took his cock and guided it into me. There was some brief 
awkwardness as it met some resistance and then it slipped in and I leant 
forward and rocked gently on his shaft.
"The Germans too our cue and within seconds the woman was on all fours, 
facing us, as the man fucked her from behind. She was looking directly at me 
and I realized with a shock that she didn't like me either. We glared at 
each other while our partners continued to fuck us, oblivious of the silent 
challenge that was being issued. I knew it was a competition to have the 
best sex and not to come first. An odd competition really, where finishing 
first means you lose.
"Luckily Matt had been smoking dope, which made him horny but affected his 
ability to reach an orgasm. I bounced up and down on his pole energetically, 
arching my back and clutching my breasts, like someone in a porno movie. The 
German responded by thrusting her arse wildly against her partner and 
shouting obscenities. Not to be outdone I got off Matt, lay on my back and 
pulled him on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his arse and pulled him 
into me. 'Fuck me with big, long strokes Matt,' I ordered him. He obliged, 
pulling his cock right back so it was nearly out of me and plunging in again 
up to the hilt. I bucked my hips enthusiastically.
"My rival countered by making her partner stand up and climbed onto his 
cock, with him holding her back, and her legs clamped around him. It was a 
very athletic position, which demonstrated her strength and litheness. This 
was another reason to dislike her I thought. We continued like this, both of 
us becoming noisier and increasingly outrageous with our movements. While 
Matt looked a bit shocked by this and was showing no signs of coming, it was 
having an effect on me. I couldn't show weakness by getting Matt to slow 
down, but I could feel my orgasm building deep down inside me. I tried to 
think of other things, but with the stream of screams and shouts coming from 
the other woman, and my need to keep watch on her, it was very difficult to 
think of anything apart from being fucked stupid. It was coming, I could 
feel it in my stomach. 'God, no' I thought, 'not yet.'
"Then I heard an almighty scream from the German woman. She was clawing and 
hitting her partner, part in ecstasy and part in anger at having lost the 
battle. She was coming very hard and so was he, both of them unable to hold 
their standing pose anymore, they collapsed onto the beach and continued 
grinding to their finish. Confident I had won, I now allowed my orgasm to 
come and it flooded through me, all the stronger for having been dammed up. 
I let out a long 'wooooooooh' cry, like someone on a rollercoaster. As I 
came, I grinned across at the exhausted German who glowered back with 
hatred. Then it was over and I lay still. Matt tried a few more hopeful 
thrusts, but I didn't respond. He pulled out and looked pitifully down at 
his still erect cock.
"'I haven't come yet,' he mumbled like a disappointed boy who hadn't got the 
toy he wanted.
"I was panting and unable to do much more. 'Go and fuck her,' I suggested. 
'She'll have to let you.' And I knew she would, it was the prize of the 
victor to demand it.
"He looked unsure, but to my surprise, he stood up and walked towards the 
couple, his cock at right angles, pointing towards them like a diviner. The 
woman looked at me with renewed hatred and I nodded, smiling. With a 
grimace, she pushed her partner off, who sat to one side, perplexed. Then 
resuming her position on all fours, Matt knelt behind her and started 
fucking her. She didn't put anything into it and I guess she must have been 
tired and sore. But Matt didn't seem to mind the impersonality of it and 
carried on where he had left off with me. The man just sat there, watching 
with a detached air. This lasted about five minutes and then Matt finally 
grabbed the woman's hips and pulled her to him as he came inside her. With 
that, she pulled herself off and walked down to the sea. Matt came back to 
me and we packed in silence and went back to the bike. I gave the woman a 
sarcastic wave as we climbed the rocks.
"I told Abbi about it and she thought it was hilarious. She teased Matt 
about it, saying, 'so you fucked Dawn did you? Naughty Matt, she's mine. Did 
you like it? Sweet isn't she?' He never tried it on again with me, even when 
we were alone but I noticed him standing up to Abbi a bit more after that, 
as if it had helped him get over his infatuation with her."
Phillip pulled the car into the parking bay in front of their block. "Here 
we are. You two probably didn't notice but I had to take the long way back 
to let Dawn finish that story."
"That's alright," Dawn said, "I've been looking up Lisa's skirt all the 
way."
Lisa grabbed her skirt down, "Dawn!"
They entered the flat and Lisa sat on the sofa next to Dawn. "Drinks 
anyone?" Phillip asked.
He made three gin and tonics and gave sat opposite the two women. There was 
a long silence as everyone sipped their drinks.
"I'm a bit nervous," Lisa said, having finished her drink. "You couldn't do 
me another drink could you Phillip? And Dawn, could you tell me one last 
story. I really liked the last one and it will help me, you know, get used 
to the idea."
Dawn patted her knee, "Of course. Let me see....how about my last night on 
Paros?"
"Is it rude?"
"Oh, yes, very."
"Then that will do thanks."
"My time was up and I needed to come back home. I had been putting the 
decision off for a while, as I was reluctant to leave Abbi. As I said, my 
original plan had been to go to Germany, but I had quickly dumped that idea. 
Then I had made my mind up to leave for home the week before, but had phoned 
my mum to say I was staying for another week. But now I couldn't put it off 
any longer. Abbi was her typical cold self, pretending she didn't care, but 
I knew she did.
"So, it was a Friday night and I was getting a ferry the next morning. Abbi 
and I were working in the bar that night. I had told her all about my 
adventures in Italy and as we were getting ready she said, 'I think you 
should wear something special tonight. How about one of those dresses that 
woman gave you in Italy?' She knew Antonia's name but always referred to her 
as 'that woman', which I thought revealed some jealousy.
"She had been sullen all week because I was leaving, so I thought this might 
lighten her mood. 'Okay, you go in the lounge and I'll come through.' I put 
on the blue dress, with knickers but no bra. Abbi was sitting next to Matt 
in the lounge. I was rather underwhelmed by her response. Matt perked up but 
Abbi said 'Nah, the other one.'
"'Oh, I don't think I can - it's see-through,' I explained.
"'It'll be alright with bra and knickers though,' Abbi replied.
"'But I can't - I promised that I would never wear a bra with it.' I had 
told her this, of course.
"'Well it's your choice,' she responded moodily.
"I traipsed back in to the bedroom and pulled out the diaphanous outfit. I 
put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. The two strands that covered 
my breasts were not quite wide enough, so the sides of my breasts were 
visible, and if I bent over it peeled away to show all of them. But as my 
round nipples were clearly visible through the material it didn't matter 
much. My white panties were also clearly visible. I really didn't think I 
could wear it.
"I went back in to the lounge. Abbi sat up, 'that's more like it,' she said 
clapping. I now felt I couldn't let her down.
"'I don't think I can, I mean look at it. I'm practically naked.'
"'Don't worry,' she said. 'We'll have a laugh. If you worried about blokes 
getting over-familiar I'll be there and so will Matt, won't you Matt?'
"'Err, yeah, sure, if you want.'
"'Okay, but I'm going to change if it gets too much.'
"We started our shifts at seven. I felt sick with nerves. The first few 
customers said nothing but stared at me. I heard a woman who was with her 
family that she thought it wasn't appropriate. They left shortly after and 
she gave me a look of disgust. I saw a woman who was with her boyfriend 
telling him off for looking at me, and they left soon after as well, with 
her marching ahead of him. I thought I would have to change. As it got a bit 
darker, the gloomy lights in the inside bar made me feel less exposed. A 
group of three lads ordered drinks, which Abbi made me take over to their 
table.
"'That's some outfit you've got there, love,' one of them sniggered.
"'Don't leave much to the imagination does it?' another chipped in.
"I ignored them and returned to the bar. Some raucous laughter came from the 
lads and I guessed I was the object of it. The bar was thankfully quite 
empty. There was an old French man sitting on his own, drinking brandy. He 
was bald and quite frail looking. He smiled sweetly at me, which was a 
comfort after the treatment I had got from the lads. 'Why don't you join 
me?' he asked, in a whisper. He had liver spots over his head and arms, and 
the skin was gathered and wrinkled on his shaking hands. But he had a 
playful glint in his eye and I was feeling weak with the nervous tension. I 
sat opposite him in an armchair. He didn't say anything, just sipped his 
brandy and looked at me.
"'You're a very attractive lady,' he said. 'I'm an old man, you don't mind 
if I just look at you and remember the old days when I used to chase girls 
like you.'
"I shook my head and let him stare at me for a while. Then, after a few 
minutes I said, 'I better get back to the bar.'
"He nodded, 'of course, thank you. Come back and sit with me again later 
will you?'
"'Okay,' I said. Abbi gave me some drinks to take to a couple sitting 
outside. The man was older than the woman who was petite and pretty. The man 
looked bored, but she was perky.
"'You must be Dawn,' she said in a posh English accent. 'Your friend Abbi 
told us to expect you wearing something unusual. I must say I like your 
dress. You must be awfully brave to wear that. Of course, I haven't got your 
boobs, so I couldn't pull it off like you do.' She indicated her small, firm 
breasts under her t-shirt. 'What do you think Clive? Would you like to see 
me in an outfit like Dawn's?'
"'Yeah, I suppose,' he grumbled, not really looking at either of us.
"'Oh, don't worry about old misery-guts here,' she chirruped. 'He's just 
angry because I didn't fuck him before we came out.'
"I raised my eyebrows in surprise. It seemed that wearing this dress was a 
licence for people to talk to me openly about sex.
"'I'm Charlotte by the way,' she said, offering her hand, which I shook, 
although I wasn't sure that she didn't want me to kiss it. 'Between you and 
me, the trouble is he has a very big, you know, penis. I do love a big 
cock,' she declared in her upper-class voice, as if she were declaring a 
preference for strawberries. 'But the trouble is, it makes one a bit, sore 
you know. So you have to say no, sometimes.'
"'Seem to say no rather a lot,' Clive muttered, seemingly unembarrassed. 'I 
thought that was why you married me.'
"'That and your charming wit, darling,' she retorted. I thought I had best 
leave them to their argument.
"Clive had already finished the drink I had brought him. He proffered the 
glass up to me and said 'get me another one of these, nice tits.' He was 
rather uncouth, definitely not from the same class as Charlotte, and I 
guessed he rather revelled in the role.
"'Clive!' Charlotte admonished him with a slap on his knee, but you could 
see that she enjoyed it. 'That's no way to speak to a young lady, even if 
she has got, as you say, nice tits.'
"I shrugged and left them to their little game. Inside Abbi asked me, 'have 
you met the odd couple yet?'
"'Yes, strange pair.'
"'Dirty little pair, I reckon. He practically had his hand inside my 
knickers while she talked about his big cock.' Abbi was wearing a short 
flared skirt, with her usual white knickers on underneath and a boob tube 
top.
"'Yes, she mentioned that to me also. Do you think she tells everyone about 
it?'
"'Yeah, that's how she gets her kicks. Stuck-up little bitch. Mind you, 
something horny about her too, don't you think?"
"'I know what you mean. It's that poshness I think. Anyway, best take this 
drink back to big cock out there.'
"As I left Abbi patted my bum and whispered to me, 'you look lovely 
tonight.'
"Outside I gave Clive his drink. Charlotte was looking a bit drunk already. 
'Have you had a big cock Dawn?' she giggled.
"'I suppose. Big enough. I'm not really into just big cocks though.'
"She wagged a finger at me, 'no I mean really big. Clive is about 11 inches 
and sooo thick. You see I got fucked by a man with a big cock when I was 
twenty, and once you have a big cock you just can't go back. Nothing beats 
that feeling of being filled up by big meat I think. I just love it.'
"'Charlotte, you're making a fool of yourself,' Clive snapped at her.
"'You don't mind do you Dawn? This is what girls talk about darling. Don't 
we Dawn?'
"'Well, sometimes.'
"'See? Anyway, if you haven't had a really big cock, I recommend it. That's 
why I married Clive, to have big cock on tap as it were. I'm just a sucker 
for big dick, quite literally,' she chuckled. Then, more seriously, she 
asked, 'do you want to touch Clive's?'
"'Charlotte, stop it,' he moaned. This obviously wasn't the first time she 
had behaved like this.
"'Go on,' she said to me. 'Just feel it to get an idea of the size. Don't 
pretend you don't want to Clive, you've been ogling her tits all night.'
"Clive leant back in his chair and nodded towards his lap, 'go on, it's the 
only thing that will shut her up.'
"And I did. I reached down and felt the thick bulge that was going down his 
trouser leg. It twitched at my touch and I pulled my hand away, as if I had 
startled an animal. He laughed and I put my hand back on it. I couldn't get 
my hand all the way round it. I traced its length down his leg and it just 
seemed to go on for ages. It was easily the biggest dick I had ever 
encountered.
"'Is it hard yet?' Charlotte asked, excitedly.
"'Getting there I think,' I informed her.
"'Poor Clive. It gets so uncomfortable when it gets hard in his trousers. He 
can't give it the freedom like most men as it would come out the top of his 
pants. I have to get it out sometimes.'
"'I best go,' I said and went back inside, a bit unnerved by the encounter.
"The three lads had gone, but there were two young teenage boys at the end 
of the bar, trying to get drunk. I served them and one of them tried to 
touch my breasts as I leant over the bar. 'None of that,' I smacked his 
hand, but smiled at him.
"The night wore on like this. Not many people came in. I sat with the French 
man again and let him look at me for a while. Abbi served Clive and 
Charlotte. The teenagers got more daring and managed to cop a feel of my 
tits and bum. Three old ladies sat in the corner and drank gin with a 
thirst. Matt sat morosely at the end of the bar and looked as though he 
wished he was back in the apartment.
"It came to closing time and Abbi locked up so no new people could come in. 
I went out to give the last drinks to Clive and Charlotte. It was obvious 
Charlotte was quite drunk now. Her straight, neat hair was now looking 
dishevelled and hung over her face. It gave her quite a sexy appeal. Clive 
had his eyes closed. 'Oh goody,' she clapped. 'It's Dawn. Come round here 
Dawn, I've something to show you.'
"I went round the other side of the table, and saw what she was pointing at. 
Clive had his cock out and it was sticking up onto his belly, glistening in 
the moonlight. It looked obscene and yet fascinating.
"'You're naughty friend Abbi has been teasing him so badly I had to take it 
out. He was in agony, weren't you darling?'
"'Mmmhmm,' Clive mumbled, contentedly. He didn't open his eyes, unperturbed 
by the fact that two women were staring at his erect penis.
"'Magnificent isn't it?' Charlotte said proudly.
"'It certainly is a sight.'
"'Can you come inside now, please?' Abbi called.
"'Bring your drinks in if you want,' I said, still looking at Clive's 
frightening member.
"Clive grumbled and bending over stuffed his cock back in to his trousers. 
Charlotte skipped next to me and put her arm through mine as if we were old 
girlfriends. 'Do you want a go?' she whispered to me.
"'What?'
"'Do you want to have a go on Clive's prick. He likes you.'
"'No, you're okay,' I said. The thought terrified me, and I wanted to spend 
my last night with Abbi.
"'Go on. It's worth it, honestly. It would be doing me a favour. You see I 
was a bit naughty recently and got a bit tiddly and fucked Clive's best 
friend. He was round for a barbecue, he had on these tight shorts you see, 
and I could see he had a nice cock. Not as big as Clive's, but a good size. 
I started talking about Clive's cock, like I always do, and got a bit turned 
on. He said he wasn't so bad himself, so I challenged him to show me. And he 
did and then he fucked me on the garden table in front of Clive and this 
chap's wife. Oh Dawn, I was such a slut. But I loved it. Anyway, he's been a 
bit angry with me since then, so if you fuck him that will make things sort 
of even.'
"'Charlotte, thanks but no thanks,' I said firmly.
"She pouted until we were inside. I went to the bar and when I turned around 
again Charlotte was standing on a table. 'Listen to me everyone,' she 
shouted in her schoolmistress voice. Everyone immediately stopped talking 
and looked at her. 'Thank you, now I want you to call out yes if you think 
this is a good idea and no if you think it's a bad idea. My husband, Clive, 
has got a very big willy. I want him to have sex with young Dawn here, who's 
been teasing us all night in that dress of hers. So shout out yes if you 
think he should do it here.'
"There was a chorus of yeses, including from the three old women, who 
clapped gaily. Abbi led me out and said, 'looks like it's unanimous. It's 
Dawn's last night, so let's give her a send-off to remember eh?'
"There was more applause and whistles. Then Clive came forward and unzipped 
his trousers. He pulled out his massive cock and there was a collective 
intake of breath. One of the old women started cackling. I heard one of the 
teenage boys say 'wow.' Abbi said, 'my, my, that is a monster. I think she 
may need some warming up before she takes that. Would you like to oblige?' 
she said to one of the teenage boys who shot off his stool and was standing 
before me with his shorts and pants around his ankles before I had time to 
protest.
"Abbi laid me down on a table and pulled the straps on my top apart to 
massage my breasts. 'Have fun,' she whispered in my ear. 'I love you.'
"The lad pulled down my panties and climbed on top of me. He didn't bother 
with foreplay much, just mauled my breasts and then stuck his dick in. He 
needed some help with this, and I guided him in. Everyone was standing 
around the table now. The three old ladies had their gins in their hands and 
were crowded around Clive, who still had his cock out. They were talking 
about it to Charlotte, as if it was a troublesome pet. I saw one of them 
touch it tentatively then jerk her hand away with a screeching laugh. Abbi 
was holding my hand as the teenager pumped into me furiously. I knew he 
wouldn't last long and sure enough within a minute or so he gritted his 
teeth and Abbi snapped 'come on her, not in her.' He pulled his cock out and 
a stream of jism shot onto my belly. He milked the last bit out and then 
sagged down.
"'Ready for big boy now?' Charlotte asked.
"I nodded. 'Okay open her legs up wide,' she said and she took one leg, 
while the other teenager to the other. Clive stepped out from the old 
ladies, like it was his turn to give a presentation. 'Now just ease the head 
in,' Charlotte instructed him, as if she was a television chef. I felt the 
tip of his cock press against my pussy and thought there is no way he will 
get this in. I was amazed that little petite Charlotte could manage it. He 
pushed and the tip squeezed in. I gasped. 'Now gently, slide it in. Take a 
deep breath Dawn.' I did so and he pushed in. It stretched me painfully and 
I let out a cry of pain. Abbi squeezed my hand. I felt like I was giving 
birth, with Abbi as the concerned partner and Charlotte some demented 
midwife. I didn't think I could take anymore but he pushed again and I could 
feel it deep inside me, filling me up. I felt slightly sick.
"'How does it feel?' Charlotte asked with excited eyes. I could see her 
little nipples poking through her t-shirt.
"'Painful. Massive. I don't know.'
"'Fuck her,' she said to Clive and he pushed it all the way in. I squealed. 
'Fuck her with you big cock, darling,' Charlotte shouted. 'Oh you are 
beautiful darling. I love you cock. Go on fuck her.'
"He was now pistoning in and out of me. I was delirious with pleasure and 
pain at this stage. I noticed Abbi had let go of my hand and wasn't sure 
when this had happened. I looked around and she was standing behind 
Charlotte, who was nearly hysterical with excitement now and screaming at 
her husband to fuck me. Abbi slid her hands up inside Charlotte's t-shirt 
and massaged her breasts, while kissing her neck. Charlotte was too 
energized to care and let Abbi carry on. I started to come then and screamed 
at Clive to stop, but he just kept pumping into me. I came with a grunt and 
a whimper, but Clive was still going. I watched Abbi lift off Charlotte's 
t-shirt and bra and then slide her hands down Charlotte's trousers. All this 
time Charlotte seemed oblivious to Abbi's attention, focused as she was on 
her husband. Abbi was now frigging Charlotte inside her knickers and for the 
first time Charlotte looked around at her as if to ask 'what are you doing?' 
She didn't stop her though.
"Clive felt different inside me now. I had accommodated him and it was now 
more pleasurable. It felt like no other fuck I had to admit. The sensation 
seemed to swell all around my hips, abdomen and stomach, as if my whole 
mid-section were being fucked. I was building to a second orgasm and as I 
moaned, I could see this fact excited Clive who leered gleefully over me. 
Abbi was working Charlotte's pussy hard with her fingers. Charlotte's perky 
little breasts were like two tubes, ending in a teat. She was still shouting 
at her husband, 'are you going to come darling? Shoot your hot spunk all 
over her. Make her come again with that big cock of yours.' This was all 
quite comical as it was screeched out in her upper-class manner. The three 
old ladies had pulled up chairs on the other side and were chatting happily.
"I could feel my orgasm building like storm clouds. It was gathering in my 
stomach and ready to erupt through my body. I was just moaning by this 
stage, going 'Oh God, oh God, oh God.' Then it burst and electrical impulses 
seemed to shoot along every nerve ending. My legs and arms twitched 
voluntarily and I emitted a long wail. Clive started to come and pulled out 
his cock. It was like an out of control hosepipe as it sent big streams of 
spunk shooting onto my tits and belly. Charlotte squealed with delight and 
thrust her arse back into Abbi as she came too.
"I was exhausted. I lay there panting. Charlotte pushed Abbi away roughly, 
having realised presumably that she had just had an orgasm without the aid 
of a big cock and was disgusted with herself. Clive collapsed back into a 
chair, his fading cock lowering itself like a drowsy beast. Abbi came around 
to me again and kissed me tenderly. 'Sorry about that, I had to see if I 
could get that rich bitch to come. Did you hear her shouting?'
"'Mmmm,' I kissed her back.
"'Looks like you're not finished yet,' Abbi said, indicating the second 
teenager who now stood at the end of the table, holding his erect cock 
expectantly.
"'Oh, I don't think I can do anymore,' I groaned.
"'Come on,' Abbi implored. 'For me. I love seeing you get fucked. You are so 
beautiful when you do.'
"By this time the lad was in between my legs, nudging his cock at me. With a 
sigh, I opened my legs and he slipped in. After Clive, I must admit I could 
hardly feel him in me. Within moments, he too was pulling out and shooting 
his spunk on to me. I was absolutely soaking with jism, some of it creamy 
and some watery. My tits, belly, crotch and thighs were all coated. I pushed 
myself up on my elbows, trying to gather my dress around me.
"'Excuse me,' came this frail voice. 'I was wondering if you might allow an 
old man the last go.' The old French man stood before me, struggling with 
his belt.
"One of the old women said, 'she's not is she?' to which another replied, 
'she is you know.'
"Abbi looked at me and shrugged. 'Seems a shame to leave the old guy out 
doesn't it?'
"I turned over so I wouldn't have to look at him as he fucked me. 'Thank you 
Madame,' he said and I heard his trousers hit the floor. I felt his cold 
hands lightly hold my slippery waist and his bony hips press against my 
buttocks. His thin, half-erect cock slipped in and he began to move it, 
almost imperceptibly back and forwards. After all the frantic sex, this was 
actually quite soothing.
"Abbi was standing in front of me, her face inches from mine. 'What's it 
like being fucked by a septuagenarian?' she asked.
"'Quite nice actually.'
"'I'll always remember you this way - being fucked by all these men and 
covered in cum. I think you're beautiful.' She kissed me lightly.
"'You're beautiful too, Abbi. Oooh - the dirty old sod's playing with my 
clit now.'
"'Do you think you're going to come again?' she asked, her clear blue eyes 
glistening.
"'My God, I think I might Abbi.' And despite myself, the old man's gently 
rolling motion inside me and expert stroking of my clitoris had me building 
to another orgasm. I thought this would be shameful, but I couldn't stop it. 
'Here I come Abbi. Hold me.'
"Abbi cradled my head as a gentle, flowing orgasm rippled through me. Just 
as I was finishing I felt the old man push hard a couple of times and a thin 
stream of spunk shot inside me. Strange, that he was the only one to come 
inside me that night. He pulled out and with a bow, said, 'Merci.' It seemed 
fitting that I had started this European adventure by being fucked by an old 
man and had ended it the same way.
"I pulled my dress on me and it stuck to all the wet patches on my skin. I 
had lost my knickers.
"As I climbed off the table the still topless Charlotte stepped forward and 
helped me off, saying to everyone, 'come on ladies and gentlemen - a round 
of applause for our game girl, Dawn.'
"Everyone clapped and whistled and I gave a modest bow. I heard one of the 
old ladies say 'the entertainment is much better here than in our last 
hotel.'
"Matt and Abbi more or less carried me back to the apartment. Now that Abbi 
had had her show, she allowed herself to be tender and loving to me and we 
cuddled all night. In the morning, she saw me off at the ferry. She refused 
to give me her address and wouldn't take mine, saying, 'let's leave it 
perfect.' I think she was my first love in many ways.'
Lisa wiped a tear from her eye, "that's lovely. Was it good being fucked by 
so many men?"
Dawn shook her head, "no, not really. Two is good, but beyond that, it gets 
very mechanical. Two of the men I didn't really notice at all. But it was 
for Abbi really. How are you feeling?"
"Horny, very, very, horny."
Phillip had joined them on the sofa now, so Lisa was inbetween them.
"Good, but before we begin I have something important to say. All this week 
hasn't been just about seducing you, although obviously we want to do that 
too. I found out something important last week - I'm pregnant."
"Oh, congratulations," Lisa kissed Dawn on the cheek.
"Thank you. But what it means is I've decided to stop. To hang up my fuck-me 
skirts and quit shagging around. I don't want to be a sad fifty-year old 
going to swinger's parties. I've had my fun, I want to devote my time to my 
child now. Phillip's the same. But I can't quite quit it for good. I don't 
need the participation anymore, but I do need the stories. That's where you 
come in Lisa. I want you to take it on, to become the new Dawn. And I want 
to hear your stories.
"It's an important decision. It affects everything - career, friendships, 
and outlook. For a start you'll probably have to leave your current 
boyfriend - I don't suppose he would be interested in this sort of 
lifestyle. But you will find someone, like I found Phillip and then the 
relationship you have is much deeper. It's the same with friends. We have 
Nadia, who comes and sees us once a year, Marcello and Antonia, Sandy, our 
American friend and Tom, Phillip's friend. We have erotic friendships with 
all these people and they are different to any other sort of friendship. So, 
are you willing?"
Lisa bit her lip. "Okay, I mean I want to. But I'm not sure I can."
"Well, how about I help you out for the first month, then you're on your 
own."
"Okay."
"I envy you - so many adventures ahead."
A hand reached up and deftly slid the strap of Lisa's dress off her 
shoulder. It met no resistance....

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