Oz Beach Boy Reverse Gang Bang

NOTES: This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, sex addicted 26-year-old male exhibitionist) being consensually gang-banged by ten Irish party girls. This story features CFNM, female nudity, ENF, mild humiliation, and a ten-on-one reverse gang-bang. This is a work of complete fiction. All characters are over eighteen. I am endeavouring to write a CFNM “Oz Beach Boy” story in every Literotica category. This entry: “Group Sex”.

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It was a pleasant summer’s night in Sydney, Australia. My heavily muscled body was covered up, but I was ready to play.

Horny as always, I was clad in a thin, loose-fitting, white button-up short-sleeved shirt, a pair of olive-green denim shorts, slides, and the straw cowboy hat I’d purchased from Prairie Man in Byron Bay. I was hot-to-trot and on the lookout for sexy fun.

With the stars sparkling in the night sky, I stared down from a large wooden lookout platform into the secluded but very familiar bay below. Almost like a canal, there is a very small sandy beach at the base of the bay, with a long stretch of rocks jutting out toward the ocean on either side. A walking track rings around the bay, and then leads off to one of Sydney’s popular beaches.

I’ve had many great sexual experiences at this secluded bay, and just recently enjoyed a little nude interaction on its water-splashed rocks with two very, very sexy Brazilian women [See Story: “Oz Beach Boy Nudes For Insta Girls”] that turned out to be even hotter than I’d expected.

Hot sexual experiences are a regular part of my seamy, sleazy day-to-day life. Though not clinically diagnosed, I’m a raging sex addict. I’m a 26-year-old narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me.

I love to stay fit and healthy, and I spend hours training to get my body into intensely ripped and muscular shape, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.

I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney’s many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it.

I am constantly and intensely horny, and I’ve enjoyed a lot of extremely kinky hook-ups in my time. I enjoy being verbally ridiculed and objectified by women, and I definitely have a submissive side, which I frequently explore.

Being nighttime, the bay was obviously devoid of its usual sunbathers and swimmers, but from the wooden platform, I could discern a sizeable group of people down on one of the large rock platforms.

I could see candles burning, small lamps glowing, and cigarettes sparking in the darkness. I could distinctly hear the sound of glass clinking and the very obvious strains of laughter drifting across the secluded bay.

I strained to see through the darkness, but apart from being able to clearly discern figures moving around on the rock platform, I couldn’t tell whether they were men or women or a mix of both. I desperately strained my ears to catch the sounds from the bay.

After a few minutes, I became convinced that the laughter and chatter had a distinctly feminine quality to it. Perhaps optimistically, I told myself in hope that it was a group of women partying down in the bay.

With a hopeful smile, I pulled my cowboy hat low and tight on my forehead and straightened out my shirt. I turned, walked down the small set of wooden stairs off the lookout platform, and then moved quickly along the walking path and towards the secluded bay, not passing a single person along the way.

I eventually walked down the small set of concrete steps onto the sand of the small beach, which was partially lit up by the string of street lights that ran along the walking path. I then cut over onto the long, more darkened platform of huge, flat rock that made up one side of the bay, moving carefully in the evening half-light.

The sound of loud, raucous, enthusiastic female laughter became more and more clear as I got closer and closer to the group of people on the rocks. I listened hard for male voices, but heard nothing.

I could also hear music playing at an acceptable level through the darkness enshrouding the rock platform. This group of partyers obviously didn’t want to draw the attention of the wealthy residents in the palatial houses that looked down on the bay from the hills above.

As I got closer to the group of people, the glow of the candles and lamps finally made them easier to make out. I peered curiously through the half-darkness into the billowing light, and I was now certain that I’d actually happened upon a group of women. I couldn’t believe my luck, and I was ecstatic.

Groups of women are great when it comes to sexy fun, but groups of drunken women are even better. They’re usually looser, wilder, and more uninhibited, which certainly helps when it comes to naughty activity. I smiled to myself. It looked like I may have found the sexy situation I was looking for…but this ended up being much, much more than that.

Finally close enough to see properly in the light of the flickering candles and glowing lamps, I scanned the group of partygoers carefully until I was satisfied there were no men hidden amongst the small crowd.

All I could see was long hair, cut-off denim shorts, skirts, sun-dresses, singlets, soft female flesh, curvy butts, and breasts of all shapes and sizes. These women looked amazing — as nearly all women do — and I was very, very excited.

“Hey, how are you going there, mate?” I heard a thickly accented, female Irish voice peal out in the candle-lit night. “What are you up to, lad? Walking around in the dark?”

Once again, I couldn’t believe my luck. These women had now made the first move, and I didn’t even have to dream up some lame line with which to introduce myself. This enchanting-sounding Irish lass had opened the door for me straight away, and I was ready to walk right through it.

“Just going for an evening walk,” I replied stupidly, my irritating inability to come up with anything funny or witty once again front and centre. “Enjoying the warm night, you know? Just having a stroll.”

“Yeah, alright, nice one,” responded the Irish girl. “Why don’t you get your arse over here and have a drink with us, cowboy? Come on, mate…don’t be shy!”

“Oh, um…yeah…okay,” I replied stupidly, and looked closely at where the voice was coming from. “Yeah, sure…okay.”

While a group of eight women danced, drank cider and beer from cans and bottles, vaped, smoked, and chatted freely in a loose, large, extended huddle, two other women — including the friendly one talking to me — were on their own a few metres away from their dancing friends.

The two women giggled and dug enthusiastically into a large esky packed to bursting with ice and alcohol. The two young women quickly produced a cold can of beer, which they held out to me as I got closer.

“Get this into you,” the second woman said with a laugh. “That’ll put hair on your chest! And on your bollocks! Get over here…we need some testosterone…it’s a girls’ night, yeah?”

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt,” I said quickly with a smile. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“No, no…you can definitely intrude,” the second woman said with a big laugh. “Please intrude! You’re a cute one! Join the party, lad!”

I walked over, and the first girl handed me the can of beer and gave me a big, warm smile. Short of stature with shoulder-length, curly blonde hair and big blue eyes, the Irish lass was wearing a tight-fitting red singlet which showed off her large, full breasts, and a pair of black, hip-hugging denim shorts cut right up to her rounded, curvy butt. She was all woman, and I was instantly turned on.

“I’m Shauna,” the Irish girl smiled and pointed to the girl next to her. “This is Regina.”

I cracked open the can of beer, and had a better look at Regina, who was equally as appealing as Shauna. She had long, dark hair pushed back from her wide, pretty face with a white headband. Regina was about the same height as Shauna, but she was even curvier, her huge breasts and big butt clearly discernible under a short, green sun-dress.

“Hi, ladies,” I replied, and took a swig of the beer. “I’m Matt. Nice to meet you.”

“I like your cowboy hat, Matt,” Regina said with a smile, her green eyes alive with mischief. “Actually, I like a lot of things about you.”

As I stood sipping from my can of beer, Shauna and Regina shamelessly checked me out, their lively eyes gliding up and down my body, almost appearing to mentally undress me. I loved it. The situation was already arousing. I was very excited about where things might possibly lead.

“Thank you,” I replied. “You ladies look lovely too. What’s happening tonight? Are you just here having a few drinks? What’s going on?”

“We’re actually having a little party for our friend, Siobhan,” Shauna replied, and pointed over to the group of girls dancing. “She’s the tall one in the blue dress. It’s her birthday…she’s 23 today. She’s the youngest in the group.”

I looked over at the gaggle of girls, and instantly caught sight of Siobhan. With her long, black hair, tall, lean figure, and almost regal features, the birthday girl was very, very attractive indeed. Siobhan’s short dress showed off an incredible set of legs, and she looked to be having a great time with her friends.

“So, are you girls nurses or traffic controllers?” I asked Shauna and Regina cheekily, naming the two jobs that most female Irish travellers take while they’re working and holidaying in Australia.

“Oooh, we’ve got a smartarse here,” Shauna said with a laugh, and wagged her finger at me. “I like it! I like it! A bit of banter! Good lad!”

“We’re actually a mix of both,” Regina added with a giggle. “You got us, Matt! Except for Aisling…she works in a café. Oh, and Maeve…she works in a massage parlour. She does rub and tugs! She jerks lads off for a living!”

“Oh, wow,” I said quietly, following Regina’s finger as she pointed out the very attractive Aisling and Maeve. “I was just joking around. Sorry…”

“That’s okay…you seem like a good lad,” Shauna said, and winked at me naughtily. “I’m glad you wandered along. You’re cute.”

“Hey, you’ve made a new friend, have you?” called a tall, extremely heavy-set young woman from the group of dancing girls. “You’ve found yourself an Aussie cowboy, Shauna? Have a dance, love…show him your moves, lass!”

“Hey ladies, this is Matt,” Shauna shouted to her friends.

“Hi, Matt,” the girls shouted teasingly in a sing-song manner.

“Go on, Shauna…dance with him!” yelled the extremely heavy-set young woman from the large group.

“Yeah, alright then, Emer,” Shauna responded with a laugh to the big girl’s demands, and then looked me right in the eye. “Do you wanna dance, lad?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” I replied. “I’m not a very good dancer though.”

“Nobody gives a shit, lad,” Regina interjected with a raucous laugh and then moved closer to me. “It’s just an excuse to get next to you!”

As I took another big gulp of my beer, Shauna and Regina started to sway to the music pealing out from the portable speaker nearby, their big hips moving from side to side, and their arms raised upwards in the evening air.

Regina worked her way to the rear of me, and positioned herself directly behind me. Shauna, meanwhile, moved herself right up in front of me. The two Irish girls were now sexily close to me, and I could smell a heady mix of perfume, sweat and alcohol coming off their wonderfully pneumatic bodies.

The two young Irish women moved their hips sexily to the rhythm of the music, and slowly moved in closer to me until I could feel their warm, wonderfully soft bodies sensually mashed up against mine.

Shauna suddenly turned around and then unashamedly pushed her big, fleshy butt right into my crotch, moving it from side to side, and up and down, driving it against me in a display of pure, wanton sexiness. I looked over at the group of dancing girls, and they were now all staring at us, clearly enjoying Shauna and Regina’s moves.

“That’s the way, girls,” shouted big, blowsy Emer. “Show him what you’ve got!”

“Go for it, Regina!” shouted birthday girl Siobhan. “Go for it, Shauna!”

Behind me, Regina was equally uninhibited, pushing her big, heaving breasts into my back. I could feel their soft sponginess through the thin material of my button-up shirt, and I started to get aroused.

I then felt Regina’s hands on my hips, and felt her warm breath on my neck as she slowly put her lips to my cheek and then started to kiss me with surprising enthusiasm. Her lips were soft and sensual on my skin.

“You alright for a party pash?” Regina asked with a giggle.

“Oh, yeah,” I replied enthusiastically.

As the lovely Regina kissed me, I nestled my chin into the equally lovely Shauna’s neck from behind, her perfume wafting up into my nostrils. I kissed her neck, and spoke quietly into her ear.

“Is this okay?” I asked. “Can I kiss you?”

Shauna looked back at me and smiled in response, and then I felt her fingers rubbing at my crotch, pulling at my denim shorts and searching for my cock. Shauna finally got a good hold and then gave my cock an almighty squeeze. I flinched with delight.

“Oooh, you’re a big lad,” Shauna cooed sexily. “You’ve got a monster down there.”

“Oooh, give him a kiss, girls!” shouted birthday girl Siobhan. “That’s the way!”

I felt Regina’s hands move up under my shirt, her palms and fingers sliding all over my muscled pecs and abs. She pressed her big, soft tits into my back with even more sexual force. She put her chin on my neck and spoke quietly into my ear.

“You’re a fit lad, huh?” Regina said with a giggle. “I love your muscles, lad. You’re gorgeous.”

As Regina rubbed her warm fingers all over my marbled torso, I felt Shauna’s hands move from my crotch up to my waist. Her fingers moved around until they found the button of my denim shorts.

Looking straight ahead at her group of dancing friends, and with both her hands moving behind her back, Shauna struggled but eventually got the button undone. I then felt the zipper of my shorts slide down.

I heard laughter from behind me, and I realised that Regina had seen my shorts loosen and open at the waist. She obviously knew that Shauna had unzipped me, but the group of girls were yet to catch sight of what was unfolding.

I couldn’t believe it…Shauna and Regina were pawing and pulling at my clothes, and the naughty Irish duo obviously wanted to get me out of my gear and down to at least my underwear.

I was thrilled but undeniably a little nervous. I love being naked around clothed women, but this was a large group, and we were out in public. If things got out of hand, I was well and truly on my own…but I was happy to go with the flow. This was turning into a very sexy situation indeed.

The large group of Irish girls seemed to catch on that something was happening between Shauna, Regina and me, and I soon heard laughter and clapping rising up. I got more and more excited. Shauna and Regina then worked my shorts from both sides, clumsily sliding them down my thighs until they were stretched across my knees.

“Ooooh, it looks like your shorts are down, lad,” Regina said with a laugh from behind me. “You’re about to lose your clothes. Let’s get this shirt off and show the girls what we’ve got here. I hope you’re not shy. Let’s show off those big muscles, lad.”

“Oh…um,” I stuttered. “I don’t know about this. This is a bit embarrassing…you can’t strip me out here…it’s embarrassing.”

“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about,” Shauna said, turning her head to look back at me over her shoulder with a laugh. “I just felt your willy, mate…you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. It looks like you’re our entertainment for the night, lad.”

“Oh, my god,” I muttered.

In my long history of sordid, sleazy behaviour and naughty encounters with the opposite sex, I’ve realised that most women enjoy having the power in a situation, and like to feel that they’ve got one over on a guy.

With this knowledge, I often play it coy, hesitating a little in the face of female sexual aggression, and letting them get on top of me. This had served me well in the past, and I opted to do it again, even though I was very happy to be stripped and toyed with.

I felt Regina’s hands reach under my arms from behind, and then felt her long-nailed fingers pulling aggressively at the buttons on my shirt. One after the other, the enthusiastic Irish lass popped the buttons until my shirt hung open, revealing my heavily muscled bare torso. Regina then pulled my shirt back right off my shoulders, and threw it on the ground behind her.

“Oooh, Regina’s got his shirt off, girls!” shouted Emer. “They’re getting his kit off! They’re getting his kit off! Go, girls! Get his clothes off!”

As the eight dancing girls clapped and cheered, Shauna slowly moved to the side of me, revealing to her excited friends that she’d actually already got my denim shorts down too. I was left standing in front of ten Irish party girls with my shorts around my knees in just my black Calvin Klein fitted trunks.

Waves of excitement rolled through me. I was turned on not just by the two curvy, sexually audacious Irish lasses who’d partially stripped me, but also by the fact that their friends were now looking at me with obvious excitement and enthusiasm too.

“Cor, look at him!” came another thickly Irish accented voice from amongst the din of whistles, laughs, jeers and catcalls. “Look at that hot body! Alright, girls, nice one, yeah?”

“What a hunk!” hollered another of the Irish party girls as her friends clapped and cheered. “Cor!”

As I felt ten sets of female eyes taking in the sight of my bare torso, Shauna reached over, jumped up a little, and then cheekily plucked my cowboy hat from off my head. Her big, heavy breasts bouncing wonderfully up and down as she moved, the pretty Irish girl then placed my stolen cowboy hat on her head and gave me a very naughty wink.

“Do I look cute?” Shauna asked with a giggle.

“Very, very cute indeed,” I replied with a smile, and then looked down at my shorts stretched stupidly across my knees.

“Get those shorts right off him, Shauna,” shouted Emer. “Get ’em off!”

With a big, bold laugh, Shauna bent down and then pushed my shorts right down to my ankles. As I stumbled slightly and came out of my slides, the pretty Irish lass pushed me a little, and then got the denim shorts off over my feet as I struggled ever so slightly.

“Oh, come on,” I said quietly as Shauna threw my shorts over with my discarded shirt on the ground. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Regina said with a laugh from behind me. “Did you really think you could walk up to ten drunk Irish girls and keep your pants on? No way, lad…Irish girls don’t hold back!”

“Lesson learned,” I responded with a weak smile.

Now in nothing but my black, fitted Calvin Klein boxers, I made fists of my hands to make my large biceps bulge even more impressively, and tensed the muscles in my chest and abdomen. The clapping and cheering of the Irish girls got louder as they continued to swig from their bottles of beer and cider, and take hits from their vapes.

A broad, excited smile played across Shauna’s lips as she stared at my bare torso, her eyes scanning up and down my body, obviously amused by how she and Regina had so effectively conspired to get my clothes off. Shauna’s eyes settled on the bulge in my boxers, and the sassy Irish girl literally licked her lips.

“God, look at him!” birthday girl Siobhan shouted, and then grabbed Emer by the arm with both hands. “Look at him, Emer!”

“He’s too much, huh?” said big, blowsy Emer with a wild laugh. “For fuck’s sake, girls…let’s have his jockeys off! Get that lad naked! Let’s see that willy! Take his panties off!”

“Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!” came the instant chant from the drunken Irish girls.

There was then a crazed, near hysterical collective scream from the girls, and I suddenly felt Regina’s hands inside the back of my underwear. Her long-nailed fingers raked the flesh of my butt, and squeezed my rock-hard glutes voraciously. Regina then put her chin on my shoulder and spoke firmly into my ear.

“They’re comin’ off, lad,” Regina said with a giggle. “The girls want your bollocks out. We’re pulling your jockeys down, Matt…whether you like it or not. We’re all gonna see you naked. Get ready, lad.”

“Oh, my god,” I replied, continuing to play coy. “We’re out in public…this is embarrassing. You can’t…”

With that, Regina yanked my Calvins right down from behind, and Shauna helped from the front, grabbing a fistful of cotton and wrenching my underwear enthusiastically and mercilessly downward.

The Calvins rolled over my crotch and thighs, first revealing my small thatch of man-scaped, sandy brown pubic hair. My long, thick, vein-crossed, uncircumcised cock then flopped up and down as the waistband of my Calvins slid over it.

I’m blessed with a truly massive cock, and as ten raucous Irish party girls looked right at my exposed crotch, my monstrous member dangled heavily over my equally outsized nut-sack as I stepped out of my Calvins. Shauna picked my underpants up and threw them over with the rest of my clothes.

Totally, humiliatingly nude, I twitched my enormous, low-swinging, slightly engorged cock to make it jump a little, which prompted riotous giggling from my audience of ten drunken, naughty Irish party girls. The cheering got louder and louder as the girls absorbed the true enormity of my manhood.

“He’s hung like a fuckin’ horse,” Emer yelled, and then took a big swig from her bottle. “And look at his bollocks! They’re like tennis balls! Look at all that sausage! Look at all that meat! He’s all man!”

“My god, it’s beautiful,” Siobhan said open-mouthed. “I’ve never seen a lad that big before. It’s so beautiful. I love it. He’s amazing. His willy…”

“It’s got its own heart and lungs!” bellowed Emer, her enormous breasts heaving up and down comically, and madly sloshing around inside her U2 t-shirt. “He’s a fucking bull! He’s a stallion! A fucking donkey dick!”

“Oh, my god, it’s so pretty,” Siobhan said again, almost hypnotised as she swigged absent-mindedly from her bottle and stared at my cock. “He’s got nothing on. Shauna and Regina stripped him…they stripped him nude right in front of us. I’ve never seen a lad stripped by girls before. I can’t believe it. He’s completely naked…”

“Have sex with him, Siobhan!” came a loud voice from amongst the group. “It’s your birthday! Fuck the lad! Go on, girl!”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Siobhan said with a drunken giggle. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Come on, girl…Shauna and Regina unwrapped him for you,” Emer bellowed. “It’s the best present a girl could get! A naked muscle man with a massive willy!”

I was in mild shock at what had unfolded. I’d been stripped nude by two rowdy, drunken Irish party girls, and now an equally drunken horde of their friends were demanding that a pretty 23-year-old birthday girl have sex with me to celebrate. I literally couldn’t have dreamed up something this hot.

“He’s in his birthday suit…let’s get you in yours!” Emer shouted, and the horde of girls clapped and cheered in unison.

As I stood totally naked with Shauna and Regina on either side of me, I watched in absolute amazement as seven drunken Irish girls set upon a giggling Siobhan, clawing at her blue shirt dress while all laughing wildly.

Held together with a belt around the waist, I watched in shock as Siobhan’s shirt dress was pulled apart as an army of fluttering, long-nailed fingers wrenched open the blue dress’s large plastic buttons.

“Oh, my god,” shrieked Siobhan with a crazed laugh. “You can’t do this! You’re stripping me! You’re stripping me, you crazy sluts! Oh, my god!”

I felt Regina’s hands squeezing my bare butt as I stared in wonder at the sexy scene unfolding in front of me. Frenzied hands hurriedly pulled Siobhan’s shirt dress apart, revealing her small, pert, braless breasts, and flat, smooth stomach. I gasped in delight, and Shauna quietly licked my left nipple while running her hand over my ridged abdomen.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Regina said with a giggle. “It’s on!”

The Irish girls then pulled Siobhan’s dress right off, and the pretty birthday girl was left standing in nothing but a tiny red-and-black lacy g-string, which accentuated her long, supple legs and barely curved hips and butt. Siobhan was lean, tall and charmingly shy. I gazed longingly at her lovely body, and couldn’t believe that I was very likely about to fuck her.

From behind, two of Siobhan’s friends cheekily grabbed her g-string and then wrenched it right down to her ankles. The tall Irish girl quickly covered her waxed crotch with her hands, and hung her pretty head in coy, smiling embarrassment.

“Oh, my god…my knickers,” Siobhan gasped and then stepped out of her g-string after kicking off her sandals. “I’m in the nude…the lad can see me. You can all see my boobs and bum. I can’t believe it. What’s going on?”

“You’re fucking the lad for your birthday, Siobhan,” Emer said and then pushed her friend toward me.

“Oh, my god,” Siobhan laughed. “This is so weird.”

As I stood stunned, Shauna and Regina stopped groping me, and then put their hands on my shoulders. With a salacious giggle, the two drunken Irish girls pushed me toward a big, flat rock. They then pulled me onto it, and forced me down with their hands. The coarseness of the rock rubbed hard against my back and bare butt.

As I lay spreadeagle without protest on the rock with Shauna and Regina needlessly holding me down by the shoulders, Siobhan’s friends got behind her and laughingly pushed the birthday girl toward me.

Siobhan’s pretty face was a charming mix of excitement, embarrassment, surprise, shock and what looked like lust. As Siobhan kept her hands clutched protectively over her hairless vulva, her small breasts swayed sexily from side to side. I was getting more and more excited.

“Oh, my god,” I muttered, feeling almost like I was on an altar in the middle of some kind of bizarre tribal ritual.

“Siobhan will get first go because it’s her birthday,” Shauna said, bending over to whisper into my ear. “But after that, we’ll all jump on.”

“Have you ever been gang-banged before, Matt?” Regina asked almost in a concerned voice, bending over to whisper into my other ear. “Brace yourself, lad!”

I gulped heavily with excitement and confusion. Was Regina serious? Were these ten girls actually going to gang-bang me? The thought was deliciously appealing but also daunting…did I have the energy to fuck ten girls? Would I be able to come and then get it up again? Would I humiliate myself — as I so often did — by coming too quickly?

These questions swirled through my mind as Siobhan was finally pushed right up against the big rock on which I was sprawled out. I opted to take it one step at a time. I would focus on fucking Siobhan, and if it indeed turned into a gang-bang after that, I’d then deal with it as best as I could.

Either way, the whole crazy situation was a massive turn-on, and I looked down thankfully as my cock sprang to life, stiffening quickly and then standing tall and upward from my prone body.

“He’s ready for you, Siobhan!” Shauna laughed. “His willy is stiff! Look at the size of it! Get on, girl!”

Lying on my back with my legs spread wide and my cock standing absurdly upright, I felt extremely vulnerable as the equally nude Siobhan and the crowd of young women bunched around her all looked down at me with broad smiles on their faces. Some of the Irish party girls openly pointed at my naked crotch and giggled.

With a charmingly embarrassed smile, the naked Siobhan climbed up onto the flat rock, got up on her knees, and then straddled my waist. With her right hand, Siobhan reached down between her legs, grabbed my cock, and then guided it into her pussy. I felt a rush of pleasure course through me as I felt Siobhan’s vulva opening around the swollen head of my cock.

The lovely and very sexy Siobhan then pushed down on me, and my massive cock slid into her with ease. Her pussy was a little looser than I’d expected, and it felt great wrapped around my member.

With a loud and incredibly sexy moan, Siobhan started to slide up and down my pole, her small, tight butt pounding against my thighs. The birthday girl arched her back and mounted me from a little further down, sliding back and forth on my cock from an almost horizontal position.

Siobhan was obviously trying to find the right spot, and she soon did, which increased her rabid moaning and heavy breathing. Behind Siobhan, I could hear her friends laughing and screaming lewd words of encouragement.

“Oooooh, fuck…yes,” Siobhan hissed between her clenched teeth. “That’s amazing…you’re so hot…you’re so hot…it feels so big in me!”

“That’s it, girl,” I heard Emer’s unmistakable voice as I focused my attention on Siobhan’s small, wildly bouncing tits. “Fuck that lad! Fuck him! That’s it, girl! Give it to him!”

While Siobhan gently pounded away on top of me, Shauna and Regina kissed me messily and enthusiastically while rubbing my chest and lightly pinching, pulling and tweaking my sensitive nipples. My raucous Irish denuders moaned and cooed and blew their hot, boozy breath sexily into my ear.

“You like it?” Shauna asked quietly and pinched my left nipple. “You like getting fucked and played with?

“I fucking love it,” I said breathlessly. “I love it!”

On top of me, Siobhan was getting increasingly worked up. The birthday girl was moaning loudly and rubbing her hands all over her small, beautifully shaped breasts, pinching sexily at her soft, pink nipples and areolae, which slowly started to stiffen. Siobhan looked down at me with an intense smile, and then licked her lips.

Siobhan slapped her hot, sweaty palms down on my bare chest as her whole body shuddered and shook. She let out a bizarre, high-pitched scream, and pushed down on me hard with her butt, obviously in the throes of an orgasm. Siobhan slapped her hands against my chest again.

Then, finally, in a big, quivering heap, Siobhan slid herself off my cock and collapsed messily onto the flat rock right next to me. She was breathing hard, and her small, sweat-slicked breasts flopped around hopelessly as her chest rose up and down in exhaustion. Siobhan was spent, but my cock remained surprisingly upright.

I’d thankfully jerked off three times earlier that day — once while fantasising about my hot neighbour Odessa Prince, once while looking at nude images of Kimberley Conrad in an old Playboy Magazine, and once while watching a surprisingly arousing episode of Vanderpump Rules — which stopped me from blowing as quickly as I usually would have.

“Right, I’m on!” Shauna bellowed as Siobhan kissed me on the cheek and then rolled off the large flat rock where we’d extraordinarily just fucked.

“Oh, my god,” I muttered as I watched my stiff cock bounce and twitch with excitement.

“Gang-bang!” Shauna then shouted, and raised her fist in the air. “Gang-bang! Gang-bang! Gang-bang!”

“Gang-bang! Gang-bang! Gang-bang!” came the responsive chant from Shauna’s sloppily drunken friends, who then also began pumping their fists in the night air.

I froze temporarily in shock. It looked like this gang-bang was actually about to happen. I’d certainly been humiliated and dominated by women before, and I’d also been in my fair share of group sex situations — including an incredible foursome with three hot English nurses [See Story: “Oz Beach Boy’s Xmas Foursome”] — but I’d never actually been gang-banged before, and I’d certainly never been with ten women at the same time. This was exciting, daunting new territory for me.

Shauna moved toward the rock, pulling excitedly at the button of her cut-off denim shorts. Once they were wrenched open, the curvy party girl ripped down the zipper, and then pulled her shorts down, bringing her underwear with them too. Shauna’s shorts hit the rock at her feet, and she merely stepped out of them, not even halting in her short path toward me.

I gazed from Shauna’s smiling face down to her crotch, which was waxed completely free of hair. Her big breasts swayed from side to side as she walked toward me, and then climbed up onto the rock. I was slightly disappointed that Shauna hadn’t ripped off her singlet too.

“Hey, Matt,” Shauna said with a smile, and then straddled my waist. “This is gonna be fun.”

Shauna reached down between her legs, grabbed my still ragingly erect cock, and then guided it between her wet lips. I felt that joyously familiar wave of pleasure pulse through me as I felt Shauna’s welcoming vulva open around the throbbing head of my cock.

Shauna then pushed down on me hard, and moaned loudly and raucously. Relaxing just a little in this intense situation, I thrust my hips back toward Shauna, and we moved in glorious concert.

As Shauna bounced and moved around on top of me, I shifted my head a little and looked at what was happening around us. While post-coital birthday girl Siobhan had found her shirt dress and was clumsily and drunkenly putting it back on, her friends had literally formed a line at the base of the rock, and were waiting their turn to fuck me. This was truly incredible.

The wide-eyed Regina watched eagerly at the top of the queue as Shauna furiously fucked me, while behind her, the other Irish party girls were all in the process of getting ready for their time with me.

I watched in awe as shorts and underwear were pulled down and then discarded. I peered in fascination as panties were pulled down from under short skirts and then casually stepped out of. I gazed in excitement as two Irish girls pulled their dresses up over their heads, and then stood braless in just their panties while talking animatedly to each other.

And I looked in mild shock at Emer’s totally nude, enormous body, her huge, pendulous breasts sagging nearly to her waist, and her hips so round and wide that her patch of dark pubic hair was barely visible. The blowsy Irish behemoth looked at me with obvious excitement while she took hits from a vape.

As Shauna panted and moaned on top of me, I looked down the line of drinking, chatting, vaping Irish girls. There were waxed vulvas; there was wild, untamed pubic hair; there were big breasts; there were small breasts; flat stomachs and flabby mid-sections; there were large butts and strong, toned behinds.

And right at the back of the line, there was a gorgeous girl with her hands up inside her sun-dress, obviously fingering herself. It was a stunning, diverse array of womanhood in various states of undress, and I was enthralled.

After a few more moments, Shauna shrieked loudly and then took my cowboy hat off her head and waved it in the air, clearly in the throes of an orgasm. I bucked and pushed back against her, and I felt Shauna’s body tighten and convulse.

“Oh, fuck!” Shauna screamed, and then slumped down onto me, her spongy breasts pushed into my chest. “Oh, fuck…”

“Oh, Shauna,” I muttered quietly.

“Thanks, lad,” Shauna said with a cute wink, and then pulled herself up off me. “Regina, get on!”

With a broad smile, Regina reached up under her sun-dress, and then ripped her panties down to her ankles. The Irish brunette stepped out of them, and then bounded up onto the flat rock with me. Surprisingly, Regina then bent down and gave me a warm, passionate kiss on the lips.

“Are you okay, Matt?” Regina whispered. “Is this okay? That we’re doing this to you?”

“Yes,” I replied with a smile. “This is absolutely amazing. It’s incredible.”

Regina got on top of me with a smile, and we enjoyed a surprisingly sweet, intimate fuck, kissing and moaning the whole time, while the pretty Irish brunette rode me gently, moving her hips in a wonderfully smooth and rhythmic fashion. It was truly hot, and I felt my cock getting even stiffer.

I felt like I was close to coming, but Regina got there first, moaning and yelping quietly before gently collapsing onto me, but without breaking our warm, passionate kiss during the entire experience. Regina continued to kiss me, and I then heard muttering rumbling from behind.

“Come on, Regina, you’ve had your fun…you can’t lie around kissing all night,” yelled one of the girls clad just in her panties with a laugh. “Give us a go!”

Regina kissed me again, and then rolled off me with what looked like a regretful smile. She was quickly replaced by another brunette, who I recognised as Aisling, who Regina had informed me worked in a café.

Tall and lean, the very attractive Aisling had mid-sized breasts, and was naked except for a tight-fitting singlet. She had a small, well-groomed black bush and a winning smile. My cock pulsed and twitched in the night air.

“Hey, lad,” Aisling winked, and then slid herself onto my eager pole. “Oh, yeah…”

Running her fingers through her dark hair, Aisling writhed around in what looked like ecstasy, her eyes closed and her face aquiver with emotion. She bit down sexily on her bottom lip. Aisling was beautiful, and her enthusiastic grinding soon pushed me toward an orgasm.

“I’m coming,” I moaned. “Sorry…I’m coming…”

“Come inside me,” Aisling moaned. “Come inside me…”

As Aisling pounded away on top of me, the orgasm finally roared through me with shocking force. I let out a high-pitched wail. My entire body tensed and locked. Semen spurted out of my cock with incredible power, firing right into the moaning Aisling.

“Oh, my god,” I breathed heavily as my cock began to soften and go slack.

Aisling jumped off me with what seemed like urgency. She sat down on the rocks to the side of me, and spread her legs wide. While looking me right in the eye, Aisling slid the index fingers of both her hands into her wet, glistening pussy, and proceeded to stroke and rub herself to an orgasm, whimpering and grunting as she came.

“Oh, fuck,” Aisling moaned as she rubbed herself with greater intensity. “Oh, fuck…”

I watched Aisling with fascination from the large, flat rock, where I lay with my muscled legs spread wide, and my big, heavy, flaccid cock drooped down onto the rough surface beneath me. My body was covered in sweat and feminine essence, and though I was tired, I was also still incredibly excited.

After a few more brief moments, Aisling’s orgasm seemed to sweep through her completely, and the pretty brunette quickly pulled herself up off the rocks. Gorgeously partially nude, and post public masturbation, Aisling ran off red-faced with a highly embarrassed smile. Her tight, toned butt barely moved as she trotted off half-naked back to her friends.

“He’s gone soft!” the naked, wobbling Emer shouted, and then took a swig from her bottle. “We’ll have to get him up again! Who wants to suck his willy? Sinead? Do you want to blow the lad?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it,” said a big, curvy, strong-looking redhead with shiny, straight, shoulder-length hair. “But he’s just had four fannies on his old fella! I don’t want to taste you bitches on him when I suck it!”

“Pour some cider on his willy!” Emer said with a wild, raucous laugh. “Clean him up with that!”

“Fuckin’ hell…good idea,” redheaded Sinead said, and then walked over to the esky full of drinks.

I watched Sinead as I lay silently on the large flat rock. The big redhead had been wearing a dress, and she was now totally nude, obviously discarding her knickers too at some point while I was being fucked by the other girls.

Sinead had broad, strong shoulders, wide hips, a flat stomach, and big, firm breasts topped with light, pink nipples and areolae. Her skin was pale and milky, and the thick pubic hair between her long legs proved that Sinead was, indeed, a natural redhead. With her height and fit frame, Sinead looked almost like she could have been a basketballer or netballer.

With a wink, Sinead walked up to the flat rock holding a bottle of cider. The big naked redhead smiled at me, pulled the top off the bottle, and then held it up high above me, letting its contents pour down right onto my sloppy, soft cock. I winced as the cold cider hit my manhood, and then dribbled and splashed all over my lolling nut-sack.

“Cheers, lad,” Sinead said with a laugh as she emptied the remainder of the bottle all over my crotch. “This will clean you up…this will get all that fanny off you.”

Confident and striking in her beauty, Sinead wiped the cider all over my cock and balls with her hands. She rubbed my cock back and forth a little, smiled wickedly, and then bent down over me, her long, red hair hanging down and sensually brushing against my heavily ridged abdomen.

With a smile, Sinead then took my flaccid cock in her right hand and felt the weight of it, moving it around slowly and carefully in her cool, pleasing palm. The fit Irish lass then raised my cock high, and let it slap loudly and comically back down on my balls. She then picked it up and let it drop again, like she was determining how much life was left in it.

“You’ve got such a big willy,” Sinead said with a smile. “But it’s like a strand of overcooked spaghetti…limp.”

“Can you get it back up, Sinead?” I asked, sounding almost like a family member enquiring as to whether a loved one could be brought back from the dead.

“I’ll try, lad,” Sinead said with a smile. “There are a few other girls that want to get on too. Emer will fucking kill someone if she doesn’t get a jump on your pogo stick!”

As the other girls watched while drinking and chatting to each other, Sinead fondled my limp, cider-splattered member gently, pleasingly peeling my wet foreskin back to reveal my purple cock-head. Sinead then slid her hand up and down the shaft of my cock, and I started to stiffen ever so slightly.

“Good lad,” Sinead cooed as she saw me engorging. “Good lad.”

With a smile, Sinead then dropped her head and took me in her mouth, her long red hair now fanning out all over my bare torso and groin. The fit Irish lass took in my swelling head and then moved down the shaft. I shuddered with pleasure and excitement. Sinead didn’t get close to taking it all, but she worked her head furiously up and down as much of my shaft as she could.

I soon got hot and very worked up, turned on by being blown by one girl in front of so many others. I watched with unbridled joy as Sinead’s flame-haired head bobbed up and down enthusiastically between my luridly spread legs. The Irish girl’s technique was great, with her tongue flicking around my head, and then her lips sucking hard up and down the shaft.

Then, after a few minutes of Sinead’s expert and very generous sucking, my huge cock stiffened completely, and I was once again ragingly and excitingly erect. I was well and truly ready for more.

Sinead drew her head back from my cock with a slurping pop, stood off to my side for a second, and then pointed at my hard cock with a big smile. The remaining Irish girls yet to fuck me all cheered and clapped appreciatively.

“Okay, I’m getting on, lad,” Sinead said with a smile. “I’ll try not to hurt you!”

“You’re so beautiful,” I said with a sincere smile. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“Thanks, lad,” the gorgeous Sinead said quietly.

With an obvious and attractive agility, Sinead bounded up onto the rock and gracefully straddled me, almost like an equestrian easily mounting a horse. She moved around searchingly and soon positioned her vulva right above my cock-head. With a soft grunt, Sinead’s lips opened and she bore down on me.

Sliding up and down on me, Sinead leaned forward alluringly, letting her big, bare, firm breasts dangle into my waiting mouth. I licked and sucked at her large, pink areolae and nipples, working them with my tongue until they stiffened.

I kept enthusiastically at Sinead’s beautifully hanging breasts like a starving man attacking fruit dangling from a branch. Her flesh tasted sweet, and her quiet moaning and groaning was a major turn-on.

Sinead came a few moments later, her body slumping only slightly on top of mine. She then planted a sweet, warm kiss on my lips. The fit Irish girl mouthed the words “Thank you”, and then gracefully dismounted me, moving skillfully off the flat rock, and then back towards her post-coital pals.

I sucked in a few hard, deep breaths, and looked down to happily see that my cock was still hard. I looked up and gulped, however, when I realised it was finally the bigmouth behemoth Emer’s turn to have her way with me.

With a wicked smile, the heavy-set Irish girl vigorously wiped her mouth, and then inconsiderately threw her empty bottle into the nearby ocean with a splash. This instantly made me dislike her even more.

The big Irish lass lumbered toward me, the thick folds of fat around her midsection wobbling and jiggling as she walked. Emer’s large, sloppy breasts literally slapped together, swinging back and forth like a clock with two pendulums. The fat on her thighs moved around like two large bowls of jelly. There was nothing hard or angular on Emer, except for her attitude.

I’d had many hot, sexy, wonderful experiences with considerably bigger girls – real BBWs – but Emer was close to being one of the largest women I’d ever fucked. She was big, and I’d never seen a huge, lolling belly like hers on a girl before.

I was slightly nervous about the big lass climbing on top of me considering her size, and she was a deeply unpleasant character as well. Of this group of Irish party girls, Emer was definitely the one I would have opted out of being fucked by.

“Get ready to get fucked, lad!” Emer barked to a chorus of laughs as she lumbered toward me. “I bet you’ve never had one as big as me!”

“I’m ready for you,” I said good-naturedly, not wanting to piss the enormous Emer off. “Jump on! I’ve been waiting for you! You talk a lot…let’s see how you fuck.”

“Ooooh, you cheeky little fucker,” Emer said with a big laugh, and pushed her curly blonde hair back from her face. “I like it! You little Aussie fucker!”

Smiling like the cat that ate the cream, Emer struggled up onto the rock, and then literally rolled her big, lumpen form on top of me. I felt Emer’s warm, soft flesh all over me as her breasts splayed right across my chest and then hung down over my sides. I could smell the booze, vape smoke, and body odour all over her. My cock softened ever so slightly.

Grunting and groaning with the effort, Emer then pushed herself up with her hands, and sat up on my stomach. I grunted as I took her weight, and Emer then got up on her knees, breathing heavily the whole time.

Once she was up above me, the big Irish girl grabbed my erect cock aggressively and then guided it harshly into the thick folds of her deeply buried vulva. I felt softness, wetness and warmth, and I knew I was inside her.

“Oh, yeah…you fucking bitch!” Emer bellowed at me. “You are getting fucked, lad! You are getting gang-banged, bitch! By a bunch of girls!”

Emer then proceeded to bounce and jump all over me, her breasts banging together and her belly slopping up and down. Emer’s pussy, however, felt amazing, almost silken in its touch. I felt her enormous butt slamming down onto my balls, and I thrust back toward her with as much power as I could muster.

“Work it, bitch,” Emer grunted. “Get that willy up me!”

I continued to thrust away, hopefully pushing Emer to an orgasm so the weighty lass would pull herself off me sooner. After what seemed like an eternity, Emer finally began to moan and whimper with more force, and I realised she was about to climax.

With a loud shriek, Emer’s flabby body convulsed, and she came, soft flesh jiggling everywhere, and sweat dripping off every inch of her corpulent frame. Emer bucked a few more times and then suddenly stopped with a big sigh. Without even looking at me, she hauled herself messily off my sweaty body, and then almost slid off the large, flat rock.

“You’re big, but I’ve had better,” Emer muttered as she walked away, her heavily dimpled butt cheeks almost twerking with the movement of her body. “You’re nothing special.”

Unquestionably insulted by Emer’s scathing comments, but glad to have the blowsy, heavy-set bigmouth off me, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked to see four more girls in the line. Emer’s unpleasantness had stopped me from getting anywhere near coming, so I was exhausted but ready for more.

Two of the girls then moved hesitantly toward me. Both were barefoot, blonde, and wearing short summer dresses, which made me assume they’d already removed their underwear underneath. They seemed a lot more uncertain than the other girls, who had all fucked me gleefully and without a hint of hesitation.

“I’m Louise,” said the first girl quietly in a thick Irish accent, and then pointed at her friend, “and this is Shannon. We just want to jump on you for a few seconds, yeah?”

“Oh, okay,” I said, slightly confused, and smiled. “Yeah, whatever…I’m not really in a position to argue, am I?”

“No, I think we’ve got you safely outnumbered,” Shannon said with a smile. “You might lose your bollocks if you do anything too cheeky. The girls are in charge here, lad.”

“We’ve both got boyfriends,” Louise explained with a frown. “But we’ve talked about it, and we really want to feel your willy inside us. It’s so big…”

“My boyfriend’s a great guy, but his willy is only small,” Shannon added. “I feel really bad about this, but I really want to feel yours inside me, just to see what it’s like and all. I’ve never been with a lad as big as you.”

“We don’t want to come or have too much fun,” Louise said. “Getting your willy up us is bad enough, but we just want the experience, you know? Of having one so big?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, and lightly fondled my cock to keep it upright. “You won’t regret it?”

“I’d regret it if I didn’t, I know that,” Louise said with a sigh, and then climbed up onto the rock.

I only have two real rules when it comes to my sordid, seamy sex life: I don’t mess around with girls under eighteen, and I don’t fuck married women, or even women in relationships. I try to stick by these rules, even if it means missing out on a fuck now and then.

I’ve never broken the first rule, but I’ve been forced to cross the other line a few times, and I never feel good about myself afterwards. In the middle of being gang-banged by ten drunken Irish girls, however, I didn’t feel the time was right for moral outrage.

Louise slid herself slowly onto my cock, and then stopped, simply sitting still with me inside her. Her pussy was appealingly slick and tight, and I would have been more than happy for her to grind her way to an orgasm on top of me.

“Oh, my god,” Louise said. “It feels huge inside me…oh, my god, it’s almost like I’m being fisted!”

Despite her excitement, Louise admiringly maintained her promise to herself, and slid off me after just a couple of brief strokes. She then stood sentry earnestly while Shannon did the same, making sure her friend didn’t attempt to get herself off or have any fun while she had my stiff cock inside her.

As Louise and Shannon walked off arm in arm and giggling, I looked down to see two more girls in the line. They were both talking animatedly, one amusingly fully nude, and the other absent-mindedly fingering herself under her summer dress. I almost called out to them before the naked girl looked around and saw that I was vacant, so to speak.

With a broad smile and loud giggle, the naked girl came bounding toward me, her mid-size breasts bouncing beautifully up and down in the night air. I was instantly captivated by her light, long, orange hair, the tattoos that snaked across her lithe, supple, fit-looking body, and the appealing smoothness of her waxed vulva.

“Hi, I’m Maeve,” said the naked redhead, and I realised she was the lass that worked in a massage parlour. “I see a lot of willies in my line of work, but I’ve never seen anything like that. So long and thick…incredible. Cor, that is a fucking monster!”

With a sense of real casualness and ease, Maeve surprisingly spat into her hand, wiped it between her legs, and then climbed up on top of me. There was something decidedly no-nonsense about Maeve, presumably as a result of what she did for a living.

Maeve slid down onto me with ease, and my cock entered her like it was the most natural thing in the world. The pretty redhead leaned forward and put her hands on my chest, getting a little vaginal traction, while she pushed back and down onto me.

“Are you having fun?” Maeve asked, only slightly breathlessly. “Or is it too humiliating? It’s not like we’re raping you, is it?”

“Fuck, no…this is great,” I responded with some difficulty as Maeve slid around sexily on top of me. “I’ve done a lot of fucked up shit. This is incredible…fucking so many women.”

“Well, I think we’re the ones doing the fucking,” Maeve responded with a smile in her thick Irish accent. “You’re just our toy. You’re like a dildo with a lad at the end of it.”

“Yeah, of course…great,” I replied with a slightly sour smirk. “I’ve got no problem with that.”

“You don’t mind us all playing with you and seeing your willy?” Maeve asked. “Most men don’t like to be used or put on display.”

“I love it…I’m actually a bit of an exhibitionist,” I admitted.

“Well, of course you are with that willy,” the amusingly chatty Maeve said with a giggle while she slid up and down on my cock. “You probably show all the Aussie girls!”

“As many as I can,” I replied with a laugh. “I like to get nude.”

“I’ll bet you do,” Maeve responded. “I like that you really look after yourself. Most lads are a mess.”

“I spend a lot of time in the gym,” I replied as I thrust myself gently up and into Maeve. “I get a lot of exercise. I really try to stay fit and in great shape.”

“That’s grand, lad,” Maeve said with a smile. “I like that you wax all your body hair off too. That’s sexy. You’ve barely got pubes!”

“I like to keep it clean and smooth,” I responded. “Most ladies seem to like it.”

“Yeah, it’s great,” the very chatty Maeve said, still gently fucking me. “I work at Trixie’s…it’s a massage parlour in Surry Hills…and I hate massaging guys covered in hair. My fingers get caught up in their hair when I’m rubbing them down, and it makes things difficult, you know?”

“I can imagine,” I said. “Trixie’s, huh?”

“Yeah,” Maeve smiled. “It’s a nice rub and tug place. If you’re ever feeling horny from Wednesday to Sunday night, come in and I’ll jerk you off for half-price. Maybe blow you too. I’ll show you off to the other girls.”

“Wow,” I said with a smile. “That would be amazing, Maeve. I might just take you up on that. I’m always horny…”

“Oh…oh…oh,” Maeve said suddenly with a high pitched squeal. “I’m coming…I’m coming, Matt…ooooh, yes!”

Maeve shuddered and shook for a few seconds, and then sucked in a deep breath. She looked down at me and smiled, seemingly already over the quickest and most low-key female orgasm I’d ever witnessed in my entire life. I smiled back up at her warmly.

“Thanks, Matt,” Maeve said with a little giggle, and then slid up and off my still stiff cock. “You’re a cute one. Remember…come to Trixie’s if you get horny.”

“Thanks, Maeve,” I said, and the pretty redhead smiled at me over her shoulder as she walked over to her friends. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”

I looked over at where the line of my laughing, screaming Irish gang-bangers had once snaked across the rocks, and was greeted by the sight of just one lone girl in the semi-darkness.

Still luridly and vigorously fingering herself under her sun dress, the very beautiful girl looked at me and smiled. She let her hands drop from her crotch, and then slowly, teasingly lifted her dress up over her head.

With a sexy flourish, she then pulled it off completely, pleasingly revealing that she wasn’t wearing underwear underneath. The girl dropped her dress casually onto the rocks. My last gang-banger was now totally nude, and she looked absolutely wonderful.

“I’m Ciara,” the sexy brunette said with a wink as she approached me to the claps and cheers of her friends, all of whom were in the process of putting their temporarily discarded clothes back on. “I’m your last girl, yeah? You made it! Your willy didn’t fall off!”

Ciara was average height, with black curls tumbling down over her soft, supple shoulders. She was pleasingly curvy, with nice, large, perfectly formed breasts and big, round hips. Her eyes were a dark, soulful brown, and her pale-skinned body was heavily tattooed and literally built for sex. The stunningly nude Ciara looked like a very good way in which to end this debauched experience.

“It looks like you’re it,” I said with a smile. “I’ve still got a bit left for you. You’re very beautiful, Ciara.”

“Good lad,” Ciara said with a wink. “I’m sure you’ve got some juice left in those massive cum-tanks. I’ve been playing with myself on and off the whole time, so I’m pretty hot, yeah? Can we try and come together? We must both be on the edge? Let’s end this gang-bang with a real bang, lad! What do you say? Simultaneous orgasm!”

“Let’s do it,” I said with grim determination. “Mission accepted.”

Ciara climbed up onto the rock, and straddled me with a big smile. She reached back and then enthusiastically stroked my cock a few times to get it to maximum hardness. I felt my already stiff member get even stiffer, almost like it was about to burst. Ciara then clasped it gently but firmly, and guided it into her wet, hot, welcoming pussy.

Ciara’s slick womanhood enveloped me, and shivers of pleasure raced through my tiring body. I felt her soft, smooth butt bear down on my hard-working balls, and the smell of her perfume wafted pleasingly into my nostrils.

I moaned loudly as Ciara pushed down on me, her lips spreading for me with just a hint of difficulty. Ciara was tight, and my cock had a little trouble pushing right into her. I thrust upwards, and felt myself enter her completely.

My taut butt felt scratched and battered from being pushed into the flat rock beneath it for so long, while feelings of mild pain and exhaustion coursed through my sweat-slicked body. I fought through the discomfort and focused on the beautiful Ciara, gazing on lustfully as her sweaty breasts slapped together while she fucked me.

We writhed and slid against each other in perfect harmony. I sat up to suck on Ciara’s firm breasts, and she bent down to make it easier for me. She ran her hands all over my rock-hard pecs and abs, cooing gently the whole time. We kissed passionately and then looked each other in the eyes.

“So sexy,” Ciara muttered. “So sexy…”

“So are you, Ciara,” I replied. “So are you…”

I eased my thrusting until I heard and felt Ciara beginning to climax. The Irish brunette started moaning more intensely, and ran her fingers sexily through her dark, curly hair, bumping and grinding furiously on me. As she got even closer to coming, I pushed even harder into Ciara, really ramming my cock upwards and into her.

“Oh, fuck,” Ciara grunted.

We both screamed and then grabbed each other to embrace. Semen shot out of me and right into Ciara, who continued to slide up and down on me. Her body started to quiver as she came, and I held onto her tight. We shook into each other, and embraced until we’d both climaxed completely. Ciara collapsed into me with a loud sigh.

“Oh, my god,” Ciara said wearily. “We came…”

“We did indeed,” I replied, and held Ciara even tighter. “We came together…”

As we held each other, a chorus of giggles, clinking bottles, rowdy chatter and lightly rolling ocean waves formed the backdrop to the quiet aftermath of our all-too-brief bout of lovemaking. I felt Ciara’s hot breath in my ear, and enjoyed the sensation of her hands on my bare chest. The Irish beauty eventually pulled away from me and smiled.