[FMM] What happens on vacation, stays on vacation

So this story is a couple years old now, I’m hoping it might be worth sharing though haha. I’m relatively new around these parts but it seems like a fun idea to share stuff that nobody other than those involved knows about…

Reading back what I wrote, I’m sorry for the absolute essay! PM’s welcome and preferred over the chat feature.

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In the summer of ’19 I was on holiday with a group of 6 of my female friends from my school days in Ayia Napa, Cyprus. It was the last few months of my 19th year and my first proper holiday (or vacation if you prefer, I’m British).

Anyone who’s British will probably know the setup of those types of vacation. There were 7 of us in total, split across three separate hotel rooms each next door to each other.

I was sharing with two of my friends, Hannah and Emily.

If I have my thoughts correctly organised then I think this happened on the… third night of our holiday. It definitely wasn’t the first or second, but timings sort of blur into one after a while I’ve found when it comes to trip memories (especially drunken ones), so I may be a little out.

So lets stick with the third night. That sounds about right.

We had been out drinking, as you do. We were at some sort of foam bar when I pulled some cute lad called Harry who I had been chatting to. We had met him and his group earlier that day on the beach, they were pretty cocky bunch but most of them were pretty fit so they got away with it haha. They had turned on the flirting talk even back at the beach but they obviously had something going for them.

So I heard my mates laugh and cheer, as they had noticed that Harry and I were busy trying to find each others tonsils towards the side of the dance floor. I was having a decent grope of his crotch, and he was squeezing onto my hips.

A little while later, probably after about 30 seconds to be fair, we slid off towards some of the seats tables that were further away from the dance floor. I had already had my fair share to drink by this point and was feeling it, but I knew what I was doing.

So we sit down one one of the sofas, there were a couple of other groups of people around but it was pretty dark and we weren’t being overlooked or anything. We start kissing again, I’m kind of facing towards him and have my left leg / thigh draped over his left leg.

Whilst kissing I’m still groping at his dick through his jeans, and he slides his left hand down the back of my skirt to squeeze at my ass cheek. The drink must have been affecting me, because I’m normally a little cautious, but I traced my fingers up his crotch to slide down his fly. I flipped down the front of his boxers and pulled away from kissing to look down as an impressive uncut cock sprang out and into view, wrapping my hand around it and lightly rubbing my thumb over the tip.

“You wanna suck that dick babe..?” Were the charming words I remember hearing next, although I’m guessing that’s probably only a natural request.

I remember looking around to double check that what I was ALREADY doing hadn’t been overlooked, let alone to do anything else, but I believe now that his shuffling hip reaction meant he thought I was actually preparing to get my mouth down there right there and then haha.

“Not here.. ” was what I said back to him, somewhat nervously, being met with an eager “Well where then?”

“Back at mine”

We went back to kissing with me lightly stroking his dick, but I reckon Harry was eager to move forward by then because he asked me a moment later whether we should get going!

We go back over to find some of my friends, who are mostly still together but one or two are off dancing, some of Harry’s mates are around as well. I tell them we’re heading off back to our hotel, queue much hooting and hollering from both the lads and some of my friends, all in good fun.

Emily, always the sensible one, checks that I’m definitely alright to head off and then off we go.

After a 5min stroll Harry and I end up against a wall at the side of the road, kissing again and this time with his hands down the front of my skirt / knickers getting busy on my clit. He kindly points out that his hotel is just 2min around the corner and mine is still about 10min away, so we decide to change plans and go back to his instead.

When we reached his room I realised that pretty much every hotel in Napa might as well have been built with the same layout haha. Could have convinced me it was my own room if it wasn’t for boys rooms being at least 5x more messy. suitcases looking like they’ve burst at the seems with clothes hanging halfway out, night-out attire hung up slightly more neatly, shoddily made beds.

The setup of these hotels, for those who don’t know, is pretty basic. Three single beds in a line, a shitty sofa, a separate toilet / shower room, and a set of sliding patio-doors that lead onto a balcony with a couple of cheap plastic chairs and a table. Unless you can afford the Ritz, it seems that’s the setup you get. I noticed from the well-made bed closest to the bathroom with a suitcase on top that Harry seemed to only be sharing with one other.

So we get in there, and immediately we start necking on once again. We end up on the bed closest to the balcony doors, Harry lying down, and me climbing on top to straddle him. Both still fully clothed at this point, I remember reaching down and releasing Harry’s dick once again through his flies, lowering myself down on it and grinding my knickers on top of it.

Feeling the firm head of his cock pressing into my pussy, kept at bay literally only by the fabric of my knickers, was a pretty big turn on. I’m not sure exactly why, I think it was maybe because I felt like it was maybe teasing him a little, such thin fabric being the only barrier to him getting his dick wrapped up in wet pussy.

He was clearly getting pretty eager for it as well, pushing down on my hips and grinding me around so that his cock pushed / poked at the edge of my knickers. I assume hoping it would subtly poke past them?

It almost did to be fair, but instead I slid down his body and off the bottom of his bed, sliding off my top as I did so to reveal my bra-less tits as my knees came to rest on the tile floor between his legs.

I imagine he knew what was coming.

He shuffled his jeans down in time with my movements, kicking his trainers off at the same time as sliding down his boxers. I had already seen a fair bit of his body at the beach earlier, so I knew he was hiding a toned chest behind his t-shirt, but his cock and balls were a new surprise to see out in the open. Not massive-massive, but a very respectable size.

I lean my head down and take a slow lick of his bobbing cock, from the base by the balls and all the way up to the stretched tip of his foreskin.

He’s leaning back on his elbows at this point with a smirk right the way across his face. A smirk that seems to widen slightly as I pull myself back and remove a hair band from my wrist, using it to tie my hair back which I’ve since learned is a pretty much universal sign for “Boy, you about to get some head” (Although I imagine I had already given off one or two hints!)

Harry uses the opportunity to reach out and squeeze one of my boobs, and to pull off his t-shirt. His jeans / boxers around his ankles, and his socks, being the only remaining clothes. The discarding of my own shoes meant it was now just skirt and knickers for me.

I wasted no further time once my hair was out of the way, lowering my head and opening my lips to allow the leaking head of his cock entrance into my mouth. I find my standard technique includes an immediate swirl of the tongue around the head, gathering up Harry’s leaking pre-cum and drawing it to the back of my mouth, ready for a quick swallow as the weak salty taste seeps over my tongue and taste buds.

My mouth continued its journey down until Harry’s head was nestled at the entrance to my throat, with my tongue swirling deeper on the shaft. I brought my head back up, not letting his own head loose, and began my bobbing motion. Harry took the opportunity of my recently-tied hair to wrap it around his hand, maintaining a dominance over my head game and controlling the bob. Encouraging me deeper, and testing the waters of nudging at my throat but I kept him air-side.

I was down there for about 10min, alternating between his dick and his balls, swiping my tongue at the underneath part of them if my jaw occasionally got sore and giving his shaft the old pepper-grinder.

When both my hands weren’t busy I used my dominant one to slip inside my own knickers, sending a finger up my wet pussy and gradually adding a second. Filling the quiet room mostly with the wet *schlepping* sounds that grew steadily louder with an increased pace. I slid my knickers off to get better leverage, with Harry offering me an encouraging “Get that pussy out babe.”

And it’s whilst this was happening, that things got interesting.

I hadn’t fully clocked the room to the door opening at first, or that Harry’s mate Alex had entered the room, until I heard Alex exclaim “Fucking yes mate!” and laugh loudly. Obviously this slightly caught my attention, my eyes moving over to the left and my head attempting to turn to see what was happening, but not with massive success as Harry was still bobbing my pace.

Like I say, I was a bit drunk, so although I *was* embarrassed, I kind of let the motions continue, although I did use my left hand to shield my face to indicate that I was at least a little bit put out by this.

“I know I know, privacy privacy” is what I heard Alex say, to be fair to him he quite quickly stepped over my legs to get towards the balcony. Although I did noticeably feel that for a second as he passed over me he Harry released his hand and Alex’s replaced it to give my head a push up and down at a quicker pace. Lads, eh? He laughed again as he went out onto the balcony.

Harry did apologise but he was kind of laughing, I laughed as well and said it was alright but asked him to pull the net curtain closed, which he did, and I went back to it. I think my bobbing tailored off a bit though because, despite being game for a laugh, I was a little bit flushed.

Briefly after that we switched things up, Harry reaching down to grab me under the arms and throw me around / under him so that my back was on the bed. He slid up on top of me, started kissing me again, and at the same time as squeezing one of my boobs he slid two fingers up my shaved snatch. “Fucking wet babe” is what I remember hearing.

A moment later, I felt a breeze of air enter my open pussy as his fingers slid out, replaced at lightning-fast speed by the head of his cock. I bit my lip as it slid forward, his floppy hair dangling in my face somewhat as he looked down my body to guide his own entrance and sliding it balls deep on the first motion.

He held it there for a moment with his eyes closed and biting his bottom lip before starting to thrust in earnest. I lifted my legs up into the air as my head fell back in a groan, feeling his shaft slide in and out of me at length as his balls slapped against my arse crack. His hand at one point made its way up to my throat, squeezing tight and for a length that caused my eyes to open and meet his own, a smirk once again across his face as he released his grip. Might have been a sign I had a kinky one I guess.

Moments later he flipped me once again, this time onto my front so that my ass was up towards him but my tummy still flat to the bed and my upper body half twisted so that I was still kind of looking back towards him. There’s probably a name for that position to better describe it, but I don’t know. I randomly ended up in it though as he started smashing me from behind.

He pulled my hips up soon after, bringing me more into classic doggy as his thrusts lengthened. My eyes closed as his dick smoothly slid in and out of me, lowering my elbows down to arch my back and let me head lol backwards slightly, Harry’s right hand moving up to my shoulder as he used both that and my hip to steady his positioning.

Again, I barely noticed the squeak of the sliding door as Alex re-entered. “Sorry need a piss I heard him call out as he quickly moved past us. Me zoning myself out to avoid being put off my deep-dicking by Harry to what can only be described as the sound of a racehorse emptying itself into what must have been the open-doored toilet.

I lent my head back once again, feeling Alex’s hand leave my hip and again take a strong grip on my pony tail as his other held my shoulder. His thrusts suddenly became shorter and more pokey as he started to somewhat jackhammer me. I could feel my boobs swinging underneath me as I concentrated on the sensations coming from my pussy, my mouth hanging open as Alex’s grip held my upper body firmly in place.

My brain was working pretty slowly, admittedly, but it did manage to clock that the top of the mattress in front of me had lowered somewhat at the edge of my splayed fingertips. My eyes slowly opened to reveal not the expected sight of the headboard or bare wall at the head of the bed, but instead the thick cock of Alex. Not only pointed towards my mouth, still absent-mindedly hanging open though it was, but actively making its way towards it guided by Alex’s hand on his shaft.

As it poked through my lips and slid over the start of my tongue, my brain made the decision to roll with it. I was admittedly all, like, “What the fuck?” in my brain, but bold move I guess you’ve got to say. In Alex’s favour, he was also fit, so he had that going for him as well. It took my brain a moment to catch up that the mattress movement had been his knees shuffling in front of me.

Harry picked up his deep-dicking again once his mate had made entrance, and his hands dropped back to my hips allowing Alex’s to take the vacated place on my head. He was a little shorter that Harry but noticeably thicker. My lips strained as he pushed deeper and, like his mate, nudged at my throat to assess my game. He was also made to stay tongue-side.

So this was the first time I had done anything the fuck like this. I remember having a moment of deep thought and reflection as I felt two full sets of balls swinging at me from either end at various levels of pace. Was I a bad person? Had I made the right life choices? Does what happen on vacation stay on vacation? I still haven’t solidified my opinion on some of those!

So after a while they switched (standard in these situations?). One of them, I think Harry, flipped me back onto my front while his dick was still in me and twirled me on the bed as if I was a merry-go-round. His dick left me, obviously, and I was spun until my head was below his crotch again but this time looking up.

“You like that babe?” Harry asked me, stroking his dick above my face and plopping his balls down onto my forehead / eyes, I can’t remember what I grunted before opening my mouth and having him take the hint to drop his balls in as he jerked himself. Alex quickly slid a pillow under the small of my back to give himself better leverage and entered my pussy, taking a little longer than Harry to get balls deep but ending up there all the same.

It was a few moments after Alex started fucking me that I came for the first time. He was going deep at me, I had gotten close with Harry fucking me but I reckon was taken out of the moment by Alex’s unexpected landing on the bed.

Harry had by now replaced his balls with dick. My view was now that loved by all girls in that position, swinging balls and a lad’s clenched arse crack (slight sarcasm haha).

He used my newly positioned neck to eagerly dip again towards the back of my throat, this time poking through the tensed muscle and further down. Some resistance was still met, as I’m not an expert throater unless in that position (and even still..), but I heard him confirm to Alex “Throating me mate. Throating me.”

Alex seemed to pick up the pace in response to this. His fingers had been digging pretty hard into my hips but one set of them slid off and made an immediate beeline for my arsehole. “Steady on” I thought as they tried to go in somewhat dry. I shuffled my legs / arse cheeks a bit wider apart to try and relieve the pressure, but I realised that might have looked like encouragement haha. To be fair to him he pulled them back and either licked / spit on them or something before returning.

Top tip guys, two dry fingers are not the way to a girl’s heart.

I never worked it out but I assume this was maybe to try one-upmanship with Harry as in “Yeah your being throated but fuck that I’ve got my fingers up her arse”? Or am I overthinking?

Harry slowed to a tense stop after another moment, holding his dick towards the back of my mouth. I was expecting a heavy nut to drop itself on the roof of my mouth, and to be fair I think it almost did as I could feel him swell up a bit, but he didn’t. Instead he slid out of me and stepped back a bit but I couldn’t see what was happening. Alex asked him “You nut?” but he replied “No not yet.”

Alex slowed his pace as well and moved his hands back to my hips. He slid out fully, sliding his dick back but dipping it down to my arse crack instead. Back it went into my pussy, but then fully out again and poked against my arsehole instead.

“You like that babe?” He asked, me opening my eyes to be met with a smirk somewhat similar to Harry’s (did they go to smirk school together?”. I met his question with a flat “No sorry” but in my mind I was thinking “Not with that fucking coke can!”, he just said “Shame”

A moment later he flipped me again, back into doggy, and started going at me hard. Back into jackhammer territory. He made some more comments about me having a “fucking tight little arsehole” but I could tell from his pace he was getting close and sensed I wouldn’t have to worry about much more back-door-harassment.

“Fuck fuck fuck” came from behind me and “Not inside mate” was what I heard from Harry, all as Alex pushed me down into the remaining pillow by pressing on the back of my neck. I felt him lift one of his feet beside my knee which I assume was to give better positioning as he slammed harder but shorter.

I felt Alex pop out and slap himself down into the trench of my arse as his dick throbbed and shot a number of thick heavy ropes of cum up over my back, pulling back as the last of it splattered my arse cheek.

Harry approached and once again flipped me onto my back, and slid himself straight up to the hilt in my pussy. I could feel Alex’s cum wiping off me onto the bed sheets as Harry thrusted. It dawned on me that Harry must have pulled out earlier due to being close, because after literally five or six thrusts a heavy nut was being dropped about 7 inches up my tight pussy. Harry’s eyes closed and head held back as he clearly basked in the feeling.

He rolled off me, Alex already lying down on the other bed next to us and looking like he was going to flake out. It dawned on me how drunk I was. Harry offered to walk me back to my hotel or said I could get some rest if I wanted, I decided to take up the offer as I was honestly fucked (in a number of ways). Harry got into the spare bed and I realised I didn’t particularly want to nap in a big sticky nut so I pulled the bedsheet off, wiped my back with the clean part of it, and dumped it on the floor before resting on the mattress.

Harry and Alex were both out of it pretty quickly, there softening cocks seemingly well drained. I think I got about an hours rest before waking at around 5am and deciding to head back on the ultimate walk of shame. Alex was out of it but Harry woke up and got a semi-on to me getting dressed so… he managed to convince me of some further head game. Hangover hadn’t set in yet for me, but he said it had for him! Still managed to coax a more relaxed nut from him though before heading back.

My friend Emily was a bit mad at me when I returned since I hadn’t text anybody / answered my phone, my bad. I think from some of the smirks at the beach a few days later that Harry / Alex had told there mates, but mine never found out about the Alex side.

What happens on vacation stays on vacation, right?

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