”I raised my eyebrows at her, and she nodded her encouragement, so I thought ‘what the heck’, and I turned over and lay on my back, with my boob... hanging slightly off to my sides……totally exposed to the sun and Claire’s oily intentions. She rubbed oil all over me, starting with my arms and shoulders, then moving on to my breasts and stomach. She added more oil and spent a lot of time massaging and squeezing my boobs, and gently pinching my nipples until they were fully erect. She continued. Your asshole is being stretched and distorted, making awful noises as it too is wrenched open and slapped closed. You feel your back rubbing hard back and forth in short jerks on the remains of your dress, and you know, with all the juices seeping and leaking and being forced from both fuckholes that you can never wear this one again in public. My fingers are grinding hard, deep inside you, and you are ready to swear that I must have linked them together inside your churning cunt and rectum,. This story isn't the dirtiest or most intense out there, however it always makes me horny thinking about the day I started to realise my sexual desires and what put me on the path to who I am now. This story goes back several years to when I was 16; I had spent the day with friends on a hot sunny day drinking beers round the BBQ pit. I enjoyed my friends' company but I always felt overshadowed by the fact I was the only virgin in the group; it wasn't a big deal to anyone but it drove me mad, so. She's so warm, was my first thought, followed by glorious amazement at how soft her body felt. Being in such intimate contact with her felt absolutely exquisite, and my cock twitched as the pressure of her inadvertent touch increased. How can she not feel that? Doesn't she know I'm hard? Oh, fuck! What if she does?I was at the tender crux of youth and maturity, and unprepared for a sexually confident woman. My thoughts confused reality with desire, fantasy with expectation, and all I could do.