A couple of the guys had even made it as well, the first year in five that anyone from our school had advanced that far, so they really did have somet...ing to celebrate. But again, it was guys-only.Or was it? A couple of days before the “big night,” Mark Peters cornered me in the cafeteria. A few of the guys, apparently, had been talking… would I be interested in coming along? He rattled off the names of half a dozen other girls who’d already said yes… I knew three of them well, two more by name. Jean started to play again, this time with a banana shaped vibe, Steve was busy with his camera and Jean was lost somewhere in her dreams, she started to cum a couple of times then stopped and spread her pussy for us to see, she was soaking wet, I couldn’t help but dip a couple of fingers in there and have a play, Jean concentrated the vibe on her clit, then I had one finger in her pussy and the other up her arse, I thought I had spoilt the moment when she pulled my fingers out and told Steve. At the beach, Liz rented a hut to get changed in, and to leave her street clothes, which were also pretty new. She had bought them only a week before, when she almost embarrassed herself in the supermarket, when her jeans had slipped past her waist and were threatening to slide right off her. Now she had a whole new wardrobe, and a younger looking one. Even at still just under twenty, she had always worn clothes that hid her figure. Now she was dressing to show it.As she walked down the beach. I was still bent over facing my husband as he got out of his seat, now supplementing his tongue with his fingers thrusting into my vagina with force and he remarked to my husband how much I needed to be fucked and he was offering to fuck me and discipline me.'You ready Mariel, you fucking dirty slut'? 'Yes' I uttered between clenched teeth and before I could ready myself for whatever he planned as I was still tingling between my legs and yearning for the promised fuck, The leather belt whacked.