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Part 4
That evening, Rachelle was on duty but Claire and I spent the evening together recounting our day's adventures in all the dirty detail and generally enjoying each other's company both intellectually and physically. We agreed that a return trip to the cove would be good and wondered, if we made it the very next day, whether Lisa would have the same idea and be there again. If she were we decided that we would keep up the pretence of being Mother/Daughter.
"What about Rachelle?" Claire asked. "Do you think we are leading her into things she might regret?"
I replied that, as far as I was concerned, at no time had Rachelle been forced or obliged to do anything and she certainly had the option not to join us on our return to the cove. Nevertheless, I thought it would be nice to ask her.
After our supper, which was served in Claire's room, I phoned Rachelle on her mobile and asked if she was available for the next day. She said that she was on duty but a day out with us was much more agreeable and that she would swap shifts. We arranged to meet early the next morning.
As to the seminar, both Claire and I agreed that we wouldn't be missed and Claire added that she would make sure we got copies of all hand-outs and presentation slides to review in our own time. So it was set. We would spend another day in the 'great outdoors' enjoying some beautiful and some real dirty sex together and if luck was on our side, meet Lisa once again.
The next day dawned bright and sunny with a gentle breeze. It was just so perfect. We all met as agreed and, once again using Claire's car, set off for the cove.
"Did anyone think of food?" I asked.
"I just want to eat you two," replied Rachelle with a giggle.
"Don't worry," said Claire in a very motherly tone, "I got a couple of those disposable barbeques and a few sausages, burger and salad and loads of wine and beer. I loaded it into the boot earlier."
"Why the beer?" I asked. "I didn't think any of us were beer drinkers."
"Well I wondered," said Claire, "how you two felt about the 'watersports' yesterday. Surprisingly, I thought it was really sexy and you two seemed to feel the same. At least you said so to Lisa. Or were you just being polite?"
I replied, "No, I really did like it. It surprised me too. I've never done that before and the idea doesn't generally appeal to me but once it happened it sort of made the sex dirty, if you know what I mean."
Rachelle said that she could take it or leave it but that it certainly didn't bother her to do it again.
"So that's what the beer is for?" I asked. "You really have been planning ahead, haven't you, Claire?"
"Well," said Claire, "a few glasses of wine isn't going to do the trick, is it? I figured bulk liquid was what we needed."
We arrived at the cove in what seemed no time at all. I think it was the excitement we were all feeling that made the journey go so fast. Having parked and checked to see if there was obviously anyone around we made our way down the path onto the beach. The cove was as beautiful and peaceful as it had been the day before. Totally deserted; we could have been on a desert island. The sun shone, waves lapped the beach and gently broke over the few rocks into the rock pools. We all set about laying out towels, a couple of picnic rugs and two large sun umbrellas. These would not only protect us from the sun but also afford some extra privacy in the unlikely event of someone approaching down the path. Once we had set up 'camp' we all stripped down to our bathing costumes. Rachelle wore a skimpy g-string bikini whilst Claire and I had both opted for one-piece suits.
We spent the first hour or so just chatting and enjoying a glass of wine. Then Claire said that the heat was getting her 'in the mood' and she started to gently rub her pussy through the material of her swimsuit. Rachelle and I, seeing no reason to rush, simply relaxed and watched as Claire closed her eyes and enjoyed her self-massage. She groaned quietly and, with her free hand, started to caress and pinch her nipples, again through her swimsuit.
Rachelle, now touching herself, urged Claire on, "Come on Mum," she said jokingly, "cum for your little girls. We want to see you all juicy, don't we Sue?"
"Yeah, come on Claire," I said, "don't be a spoilsport. Show us that beautiful pussy."
Claire sat up, pulled down the straps of her suit and then rolled it down to her waist. Her nipples were proud and bright red from the rubbing and pinching they had been getting. Claire then stood and pulled her costume right off before laying back down on her towel with her knees in the air and her legs spread.
"That's the way!" I said.
Claire's cunt was extremely wet as she again put her hand to it and continued her masturbation. She pushed a single finger into herself and slowly, but with a deliberate rhythm, fucked herself whilst rubbing her clit with her thumb. She started lifting and dropping her backside on the towel and with each lift pushed harder and further in with her finger. She seemed now oblivious to Rachelle and I as her masturbation got faster and faster and her groans became louder.
"Fuck me, fuck me... oh yes... oh god. Yes fuck me... oh come on, fuck me, do it to me," she cried and she started to cum. As before, Claire's orgasm produced just loads of juice that ran onto her arse and dripped down as she held herself off the towel. Rachelle and I did nothing to interrupt her pleasure. We just watched and enjoyed the show.
When finished, Claire sat up and smiled. "God that was a good start to the day," she said. "Now for a dip to wash myself and freshen up."
With that she got up and walked naked to the water. Her body was just so gorgeous and sexy. Rachelle and I decided to follow. Rachelle removed her bikini top and we both walked to the water and plunged in with Claire.
After some time splashing and swimming, Claire said that she was going back to the beach and would start to get some food organised whilst me and Rachelle decided to carry on swimming for a while. Around ten minutes later I looked up to see two people coming down the cliff path of the cove. Claire was still naked on the beach and I started to wave to warn her. She saw me and looked up. I could see that she had now seen the people but made no attempt to cover herself. She simply continued with lunch preparations. I wasn't wholly surprised as Claire was quite forward when it came to her sexuality.
Rachelle then said to me, "Isn't that Lisa, the woman from yesterday?"
"It could be," I said, "but who's the man?"
"It must be her husband," Rachelle replied. "Maybe she's brought him along to join our fun. Wouldn't that be good!"
I wasn't so sure that it would be. Whilst Rachelle was definitely bi and I certainly enjoyed a man from time to time, I thought Claire was probably and exclusively lez. Whatever, and whoever they were, they were here now and that was that. I figured we might as well just make the most of our day and enjoy the beautiful surroundings. Whilst we swam I kept an eye on the couple and saw the woman get up and wander over to Claire. I was intrigued. Claire later told me what had transpired.
It was indeed Lisa and her husband Paul who had turned up, but as they walked past Claire on the beach they had blanked her. Then a few yards past, Lisa had looked over her shoulder, smiled at Claire and put her finger to her lips as if to say "Sush, keep the secret." Claire, being the switched on lady she was, immediately realised that Lisa was playing some game and made no attempt to say hello.
As I had noticed, some ten minutes later, Lisa had wandered over to Claire to talk.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Hi Lisa," replied Claire, "why did you pretend not to recognise me when you arrived?"
Looking over at her partner Lisa said, "That's Paul, my husband. I thought I would bring him with me today to see if we can all have some fun. I haven't yet told him about yesterday and thought if I pretended not to know you we could really surprise him."
"So what have you told him you're doing now?" asked Claire.
"Oh, I just said that I would ask you if you might have some spare sun-lotion as I forgot to bring ours," Lisa replied.
"So he doesn't suspect anything?"
"No, absolutely nothing! Although he did mention how gorgeous you were as we walked past just now. I think your blatant nudity surprised and excited him," said Lisa.
"So what have you got in mind?" Claire asked.
"Well, when Sue and Rachelle come back from their swim you brief them and encourage them to get naked. Just the sight of you three in the nude will get Paul going. I'm going to tease him until he's so excited he'll fuck me then and there on the beach right in front of you. You then walk over demanding an apology for his lewd behaviour in front of your daughters and threaten to report him to the police... unless, of course, he's prepared to do as you say! I'll convince him that doing what you say is better than getting a rap for lewd behaviour and then he's yours for the rest of the day. We can really have some fun gently humiliating him. So what do you think?"
"I think," said Claire, "that you are a very naughty lady with just a wonderful sense of humour. He won't be angry will he?"
"Good god no!" said Lisa. "He may protest but secretly it will be a dream come true for him to be 'at the mercy' of you and your girls! Now lend me some sun cream and I'll get back to him. All agreed?"
"All agreed!" said Claire.
Rachelle and I returned from our swim some fifteen minutes later and, as we flopped down on our towels, Claire immediately briefed us and explained that we must pretend not to know Lisa. We both thought the plan was going to be real fun and immediately stripped off to get an all over tan. Rachelle, over acting as usual, kept lifting herself to her knees and turning from her back to her front. Each time she did so she made sure Lisa and Paul got a full view of her arse and pussy from their position just a little further up the beach. We could see that each time she did this, Paul was making sure to look and obviously telling Lisa how much he was enjoying the view.
We then saw that Lisa had laid herself next to Paul and was beginning to stroke his cock through his shorts. Then she carefully pulled his shorts a little way down his thighs and fully exposed his already erect prick. Paul had his eyes closed by now and was just enjoying his wife's attentions. Then Lisa lowered her head and we could see she was now openly giving him a blowjob. The poor man was trying to pretend nothing was happening but he was clearly on the verge of cumming. Before he did so, Lisa pulled herself to her knees and carefully pulled her bikini bottom off. Then she straddled Paul's cock and lowered herself onto it.
Paul was obviously concerned that his wife's blatant display was a bit too much in front of 'strangers' and almost tried to pull her off. Lisa, however, was determined and immediately started to ride his cock up and down. Paul instantly gave up his protests and started to fuck his wife. After a few minutes Lisa pulled off him and knelt on all fours. Paul too knelt up and looked over at us. He looked both worried and excited at the same time but too excited to stop himself. He positioned himself behind Lisa, entered her, and started pumping her in full view of us all.
Claire, seeing that Rachelle and I were getting excited and obviously extremely turned on herself, said, "Keep your calm girls. Don't let him see we're enjoying their little show. Remember, in a minute I'll have to go over and pretend to protest my disgust!"
Claire waited until Paul was getting close to orgasm. "I want to get over there just at the point of no return. When he just can't stop himself. That way I get to see him shoot his load. Maximum embarrassment for him!" she said.
Just a couple of minutes later, and timed to perfection, Claire stood up and marched over to Paul and Lisa. It took only seconds to reach them by which time Paul, having noticed her approaching, was trying to pull away from his wife's cunt. However, Lisa was having none of it and simply rode backwards to keep his cock inside her. Then, just as Claire reached them, Lisa pulled forward releasing his cock as he started to cum.
"Oh God!" Paul shouted as his prick sprang free and started to spray cum into the air. The first two blasts landed on Lisa's back but as Paul panicked and swung around, the next two loads shot out of his cock head and straight onto Claire's legs and feet. Paul looked mortified as Lisa fell to the sand and pretended to cover herself up.
Paul grabbed his now dripping cock in his hands and started to gibber, "God I'm sorry! I'm so sorry lady. I didn't mean to do that. God I'm sorry!"
"So you should be!" shouted Claire. "How dare you behave like this in public and in front of my daughters?! They may be grown women but for God's sake they didn't come here to see you fucking like rabbits. I'm going to report you to the police!"
Lisa butted in, "Please don't do that. My husband and I got carried away and you three are all nude. It just got us so turned on we couldn't help ourselves."
"Nude sunbathing and fucking are two entirely different things!" said Claire.
"Well, please don't take it further," begged Paul. "We'll behave ourselves for the rest of the day... I promise."
"Oh you will indeed behave if you don't want to be reported," retorted Claire.
"What do you mean?" said Paul.
"If you don't want to be reported, you will do exactly as I say for the rest of the day. Exactly what I say with no arguments!" said Claire.
Paul looked puzzled and asked, "Exactly what have you got in mind, lady?"
"Firstly, my name is not 'lady', it is Claire!" she said sternly and continued. "What I have in mind is that you will be a slave for me and my daughters for the rest of the day."
Paul looked even more puzzled.
Claire continued, "...and your duties will include everything from preparing our food to performing on demand."
"Performing! What do you mean?" said Paul.
"Well, if you like to have sex in front of other people I'm sure I can think of a few similar tricks for you to perform!" said Claire.
Paul replied, "Hey, I'm not sure about this lady... sorry... I mean Claire."
Then Lisa interrupted him, "Look honey, I think under the circumstances it might be better to do as this lady says. We don't want a hassle and, anyway, it might be fun."
"Fun?" shouted Paul. "It's not you that has to be their slave, is it?!"
"It's up to you!" said Claire.
"He'll do it!" said Lisa on Paul's behalf.
Paul was beaten and simply sat himself down on the sand looking lost. A quiet day on the beach had suddenly changed into something he hadn't expected in his wildest imagination.
"I will begin by explaining to my girls what your 'punishment' for lewd behaviour is to be. Then, when I wave you over, you and your wife will come and join us. You will remain naked and," turning to Lisa continued, "you will remove your bikini top so you too are nude. Now I will ask you once more... do you agree?"
"Yes!" said Lisa with almost too much enthusiasm.
"Yes," said Paul sheepishly, "I'll do it, I suppose."
"Right! Now I suppose I'd better know your names."
"I'm Lisa and this is my husband Paul," said Lisa trying desperately to pretend that she had never set eyes on Claire before.
Then, turning to Lisa, Claire gave a little wink and walked back over to Rachelle and myself. She explained what she had told them and we all agreed that this had the potential to be serious fun. Claire then reminded us that Paul and Lisa thought we were her daughters and that we should therefore let her give all the instructions. All we had to do was enjoy the fun!
Claire then waved Lisa and Paul over. They stood up and walked slowly towards us.
"Sit down," said Claire to them. "Let me introduce you. This is Sue and this is Rachelle, my daughters. I have explained to them that you have agreed to act as our servants for the rest of today as an acceptable punishment for your lewd behaviour. We were all most shocked to see you fucking your wife!"
Paul looked very embarrassed and Lisa tried to look the same but really couldn't help a little smile in my direction.
"Paul, shortly we shall have some barbeque lunch which you shall cook for us all. However first, and since you like performing in public, you will put on a little show for us. I require that you get that little prick of yours hard again and masturbate for us. We expect a good show and a good deal of cum. Do you understand?"
Paul looked at each of us in turn and then answered Claire, "Okay, I suppose I have no choice but I only came a few minutes ago."
"That's your problem. Just make sure you cum quickly and with a good load. I'm sure with four naked women in front of you, you can manage something for us," said Claire.
If truth be told Paul had started to get firm almost as soon as he sat next to us. I don't think he could really believe that he was surrounded by so much naked pussy and suspected that the idea of being our slave for a day was probably turning him on quite a lot.
"I think we'll have you standing for this," Claire added.
Paul stood up and staying near to Lisa, for comfort, he started to slowly pull his cock. It was erect in a matter of seconds and started to show the gleam of pre-cum over its head. As he wanked himself Paul kept looking at each of us in turn. He really was enjoying it, playing to his audience. It was no more than a minute before he bent his knees and was obviously near to cumming.
"That's quick Paul, good boy. Now make it a big load!" said Claire. "You will cum in your wife's face. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, yeah," he panted and he shuffled into position in front of Lisa and started a few last pumps on his cock. His knees bent a little further and he started to shoot. It was indeed a good show with a truly huge amount of cum spraying Lisa's hair, face, and dribbling down onto her tits. Paul then fell to his knees and looked at Claire for approval.
"Excellent!" she said. "You are indeed a good slave, Paul. Now you can start the cooking whilst we sunbathe." Turning to Lisa Claire said, "Lisa, leave Paul's cum on your face until the food is ready. Then we shall wash it off."
"Yes Claire," said Lisa obediently.
Paul then set about preparing and cooking lunch whilst the four of us girls lounged in the sun and chatted. It seemed somewhat surreal to chat to Lisa who still had a faceful of cum dripping onto her breasts as we talked. Both I and Rachelle couldn't resist rubbing ourselves from time to time, turned on as we were by Paul's performance and Lisa's state.
When Paul announced that lunch was ready Claire piped up, "If we are ready to eat then I suggest Lisa is cleaned up. Rachelle and Sue, you will now clean the spunk from Lisa's face and body."
I reached for a paper towel but was interrupted by Claire, "No, not with that," she said. "I think it needs washing off, don't you girls? I think you know what I mean."
Rachelle and I looked at each other and immediately clicked as to Claire's intentions. We both stood up and next to Lisa. Then, holding ourselves open, we started to pee onto her face and body. Lisa loved it, grabbing handfuls of our piss and washing her husband's cum from her hair, face and body with our golden streams. I don't think Paul could believe what he was seeing and obviously expected Lisa to complain, but she didn't. Lisa lapped it up and started to not only clean herself but to also rub her pussy as we pissed. She brought herself off before Rachelle and I had even finished. It was obvious that we were all in a very high state of arousal.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Claire. "Now we shall all eat and drink. There's plenty of wine and beer, but I recommend the beer. It's all about volume," she said rather cryptically and with a knowing smile from ear to ear.
We spent a great hour or so eating the barbeque, drinking plenty, and chatting. Both Lisa and more importantly, Paul, seemed to relax a good deal although he did spend almost the entire time in a semi-erect state.
After lunch Claire once again took charge. "We shall now play some games. First is the fountain competition. The four of us girls will each, and at the same time, produce our best pee fountains. The highest fountain will be the winner!"
"And what's the prize?" asked Rachelle.
"The winner will get to nominate Paul's next punishment," replied Claire.
With that the four of us all laid next to each other and, spreading our legs and lifting our hips into the air by resting on our elbows, proceeded to pee. Four fountains of piss high into the air and with most of it falling back down onto ourselves and each other.
"Fucking hell!" was all that Paul could exclaim as he watched the show.
When we were all spent, it was agreed that Lisa had won with a watersports display second to none. This would be interesting. It was now up to her what her husband's next 'punishment' would be.
"So what must Paul do now, Lisa?" asked Claire.
Lisa thought for some time and then said, "I shall keep the element of competition going. Paul will fuck us all in a row and the one who manages to get his cum will choose his next forfeit. Now come on girls, on our hands and knees in a row. Let's begin!"
We all knelt on all fours in a row and showed our cunts to Paul. The poor man was almost bursting at the sight before him.
"You will enter each of us in turn and do no more than ten strokes in each pussy before moving onto the next one," said Lisa.
Paul eagerly agreed and positioning himself behind Claire rammed himself into her up to the hilt. Claire, not used to cock, let out a squeal as Paul pumped his cock in and out ten times. He then duly pulled out and moved onto me. Having pumped me the statutory ten times he then did the same to Rachelle and then Lisa in turn. He eventually went down the line four times before, on his fifth entry into me, I knew I had him. He started to buck and swear as soon as he entered me and by his fourth thrust started to cum inside me. Once he was spent and pulled out I rolled away from him and shouted, "I win, I win!"
"Well done Sue!" said the others and asked what my choice of forfeit for Paul would be next.
"In my bag, I happen to have a strap-on dildo," I said. "Since Paul has now fucked all of us I intend that his next task is to be fucked by one of us!"
"No way!" said Paul.
Claire cut in, "Oh yes you will. You agreed to be our slave and you will do our bidding. Now who is to be the lucky woman?"
We all put our hands in the air like expectant schoolgirls.
"Sorry girls," said Claire, "as your mother I have seniority. I will fuck Paul in his arse with Sue's dildo and you will all play with yourselves as you watch."
It was clearly Claire's final word and we quietly agreed.
"Paul, position yourself," instructed Claire as she put on my dildo and lubricated the head with butter. "Are you ready?" she asked as she knelt behind Paul's arse and placed the head of the dildo against him.
Paul looked at Lisa for help but she simply looked him in the eye and whispered, "I always wanted to see this Paul. Enjoy your fucking!"
With that Claire pushed hard on the dildo and it suddenly punched its way into Paul's arse. He shouted in shock as it entered him. Claire then paused before starting to fuck the dildo in and out of Paul's arse as we all shouted encouragement and played with ourselves as we looked on. Paul grimaced at first but then obviously started to enjoy the experience of being fucked and started to moan his own encouragement to Claire to fuck him harder. Claire duly obliged and started riding him hard and fast. As she did so, Paul's hand reached to his own cock which he started to pump in time with Claire's strokes. After a few minutes he started to shout that he was cumming and then started to empty his balls onto the sand below.
Claire pulled out of him, triumphant! And the two of them sat back on the sand to watch Rachelle, myself and Lisa as we all started to lick each other's pussies to orgasm.
By late afternoon we had fucked, sucked and pissed on each other until we were all truly exhausted.
We ended the day as the afternoon sun started to cool and agreed that all had thoroughly enjoyed the day's adventures. We said goodbye to Lisa and Paul, still with them ignorant of the fact that Claire, Rachelle and myself were in fact not related at all and with Paul having no idea that the day's events had been set up by his own dear wife. I wondered if he would ever be told.
THE END
