In bed the next morning we were having our morning recap and plan for the second week of our holiday. In week one Sarah had rushed through the teasing stage, straight to the point where she spent her time being fucked for most of the week.

This was, we both agreed, an amazing introduction into the world of extra marital intercourse. But once the genie was out of the bottle, there was no going back to the build-up stage, which was, we both agreed, absolutely essential to the quality of the resulting experiences, as well as being hugely exciting in its own right.

With the departure of the first group of willing victims of Sarah’s lust, came the arrival of a whole new batch, and there were many more to choose from this time. The first week appeared to have sated her extreme desire to feel cock after cock inside her, for the time being at least.

As she’d already said, the build-up was definitely at least as exciting as the event – although she was clearly a massive fan of the event as well. But she was very definite what the plan was.

“I’m not going to fuck anyone, until our last day here. Nobody!”

“What about me?” I feigned disappointment.

“Oh, you’re getting it, my Love. And my Dobbin (she’d named the large dildo we’d purchased on our first day here).

“And,” she thought for a moment. “OK, when I say I’m not going to fuck anyone, I’m talking about those newcomers, in our hotel. They are my project. But if something comes up outside of that, it could be different.”

“Right,” I nodded sagely. “So, you’re going to fuck everyone apart from those new lads?”

“No! Well, how should I know? You never know what’s going to happen. But no, as of now, my target is to be a super tease, and then on our last day, we can take the shackles off, and see what will happen.”

“I can see that last day being very interesting. Well, I’m keeping count now. Take a look at this:”

I handed her my phone. I’d installed a memo app I’d found, upon which I’d created a log of each of our sexual adventures, those here in Spain and also back home. Each one had one photo, together with a log of what Sarah had done.

“28th May. Pose nude, Fuck Dan, Blowjob for photographer. Facial from Photographer and Dan. 2nd facial from Dan. Buy a mars bar covered in three loads of cum.” This was accompanied by the picture I took directly prior to entering the garage on her impromptu shopping trip.

She laughed hysterically.

“Oh, that’s really good. A diary of all of my most disgusting behaviour. Definitely keep that going, I want to know when I hit a hundred!”

Down at poolside, the teasing began. Sarah repeated all the things she’d done before, but visibly slowed everything down. She even kept her bikini top on for at least an hour, before revealing her now beautifully tanned breasts for the newcomers. And rather than choose a spot, where she could reveal herself to whom she chose, instead she picked a spot and let them come to her. Which they inevitably did.

Early on, there were only a few of the new arrivals nearby, but after lunch when people started vacating sunbeds and tables, we noticed they were quickly occupied by one of the groups of lads. Sarah’s top was now discarded, her full, firm breasts full exposed. She was obviously starting to feel the urge to advertise a little – over application of sun oil, sitting up, changing position, making sure everyone who might want to take a look was able to.

“I think we’ve only got three main groups,” she said, conspiratorially, having spent some time getting the lay of the land.

She pointed them out. “See – these ones, then these, and then these ones. Probably about fifteen or so in each group.”

She stood, very obviously pulling her bikini bottoms straight, and strolled confidently over to the first group. Her naked breasts bounced energetically as she approached them, her long black hair pulled back into two cute bunches. She made sure to stand close enough to the second group too, so that she had the maximum possible audience.

“Hi boys!” she said. “How are you getting settled in?” I couldn’t really hear the responses, but they seemed friendly enough. Sarah pushed her chest out slightly, hands on hips. She looked stunning.

“I just noticed you had all arrived, I thought it was going to be a quiet week, a load of lads have just gone – we’re here another week.”

She motioned over to me, and I held my hand up to identify myself.

“Me and Dan there. So, what are you all up to then? Any sightseeing?”

I guessed there might have been a lewd comment or two at that point in my day, but young lads these days seem to be so much more well behaved then they used to be.

“Anyway, we’ll be off now, just saying hello. We’re going down to the beach for a bit – we go there every day, makes a nice change. It’s one of those nudist ones, so you get an all-over tan.”

Sarah pulled the string down on her bikini bottom to show there was no tan line. It also seemed to go just far enough to reveal an absence of pubic hair as well, I thought.

“Yeah, it’s not often we get to see sun like this, so I reckon we should make the most of it. And it’s so lovely feeling the cool air all over your body. It’s very liberating!”

Later on, down at the beach, Sarah was true to her word, taking the whole exposure of her naked body a lot slower this time.

As the pool of potentials was so much bigger, we counted at least ten who had ‘happened to be passing’, and ended up stopping for a nude sunbathe, just close enough to glimpse Sarah’s naked body. And she also refrained from immediately spreading her legs, but that one was a battle.

“You really, really want to just face them and spread your legs wide, don’t you?” I’d teased.

“Oh don’t. I’m just thinking of last week, I was such a slut down here. I could just go over, and do it again couldn’t I? I just stood over each of them, let them look right up into my Pussy.”

“You could. I’m not stopping you,” I laughed. “And I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t complain.”

All eyes were on her. Sarah was fighting an internal battle, but the teasing Sarah won out against the slut, for the time being anyway.

“No, stop leading me astray. I’m not going to do it. I’m a super tease, and they aren’t going to see me be the super-slut. Not yet. They’ve got to use their imaginations.”

She settled on several naked walks, skirting each side of the group, and several cooling visits to the sea.

As we left for the day Sarah stopped beside the lads and made naked small talk for a minute, keeping her legs fairly close together. She did ask for opinions on her newly shaved Pussy though.

“Yeah, we were here last week, and I had a really thick bush. I just thought, it’s cheating a bit, right? I mean it’s not properly naked, with all that hair. And everyone shaves nowadays, right?”

She was very deliberately examining each of the boy’s crotches in turn, noting that many indeed also sported shaven or trimmed pubic areas.

“It’s meant to be much more hygienic… Anyway, I’d better get something on – last week we forgot, nearly walked into the hotel starkers!”

The conversations as I record them may appear very one sided. That’s mostly because I had and have no interest in what they were saying, but also because young lads generally give very short and monosyllabic responses. But that was fine by us, Sarah had her plan, and it was going just as she wanted.

The build-up continued through the week, Sarah continued to tease, gradually building back to the sort of behaviour she’d exhibited on our first full day here in Spain.

The past two days she’d reverted to sunbathing with her legs wide open, and the talk with the lads had become very sexual. As her behaviour had become sluttier, the numbers of attendees had increased in correlation.

Today was our last full day in Spain. We’d come straight down to the nude beach, dispensing with the hanging around the pool to drum up interest – interest was already high, Sarah had been priming them all week.

So here we were, myself and Sarah, pretty much circled by thirty young lads, all naked as she was. On previous days, she’d already established the protocol – if they could see everything, she wanted to see everything also. So, there were thirty-three lads, with thirty-three cocks, all the attention Sarah had ever dreamed of.

She rolled on her side, taking care to keep her knee up so the slit of her lovely Vagina was still visible to everyone, and whispered to me:

“I Love it when a plan comes together!” I snorted, and she giggled.

“Seriously. I’ve been priming them all week – and now look. Now it’s time to get them hard.”

She stood and brushed some sand from her body.

“OK boys. I’ve been good all week,” she began. “But you can’t be good all the time.” She stepped across the face of the nearest guy, just as she had done nearly two weeks earlier. The lad was wearing sunglasses, so we couldn’t see his eyes, but there was only one place they could be. His cock rose, she moved onto the next.

“You see,” she continued, as the next cock rose obediently, “The week before you guys arrived, I let eleven young lads, just like you, fuck me every which way for the whole week.”

My girlfriend continued moving from one lad to the next – she appeared to be selecting her targets by how hard they were – softest first.”

“Just the first day we were here, Dan fucked me just over there, and three lads wanked in my face. After that, all eleven of them basically fucked me whenever they felt like it until they left.”

Cocks were now rising all around her, even without the visual encouragement Sarah was providing everyone.

“They fucked me, wanked on me, stuck their cocks in my mouth, up the arse, anything you can think of. Most nights I ended up in the bath with everyone pissing on me.”

She looked around – I did too. The beach was, for the first time in the two weeks we’d been there, mostly empty — just a few dots in the distance indicating other people. Sarah looked at me and smiled.

She picked the closest cock, stood astride it, and simply sank down on it.

There was very little resistance. The week of teasing had left Sarah absolutely desperate for all these cocks, she was soaking wet, and she’d waited long enough. Forgetting the nude beach etiquette, she eased herself up and then down on this lucky lad’s bursting cock. He lasted about three strokes before shooting a load deep inside her with a low groan. She stayed mounted on his cock.

“That’s one load of spunk, right up my dirty little cunt.” She looked left and right, addressing the whole group.

“From now until we leave, think of me as your Free whore. I’m a cunt, a mouth, an arsehole on legs, you can stick your cock anywhere you want. Fuck me, suck me, stick your cocks down my throat. I’m now a fuck toy.”

She still had the lad’s cock inside her, and she leaned back on his lounger, bracing herself with her forearm across his chest and looking down affectionately at the white cum oozing out of her. The guy suddenly started pumping again, this time for about thirty seconds, before going stiff as he unloaded again.

“Oh yes, that’s what I’m talking about. This lad has just given me two loads. Thank you,” she said, stroking his hair and giving him a pat on the chest.

You might have expected a feeding frenzy to begin at that point, and I think that’s what Sarah was trying to instigate, but there was very little movement. A couple of the lads had grabbed their cocks, but they were gripping them hard, it looked like in an attempt to stop themselves just Cumming everywhere right there and then.

Sarah raised herself up, two loads of sperm dripping out of her as she did so, and simply found the next closest cock and repeated the process. This one didn’t immediately cum, so she continued talking, whilst rotating her hips.

“Nice wet cunt. It’s only getting wetter,” she muttered. Looking back down the beach, I could still only see a few dots on the horizon – nobody was close enough to see what was going on.

Sarah clearly expected more attention by now – everyone was still just lying there, rock hard but seemingly unwilling to make a move. It was my time to shine. I walked up behind her, and tapped her on the shoulder. She beamed at me as she turned.

“Dan!”

I shut her up by shoving my cock deep to the back of her throat. Her eyes widened and she gagged a couple of times before settling into a rhythm where she would thrust her face forward to match my thrusts. One of the lads had taken my lead, and Sarah had his cock in her hand as soon as he was within reach.

“She’s not joking boys,” I addressed the group, fucking her face firmly. You will never get another chance with a whore like this, I promise you.”

The lad under her pulled out, and stood up, delivering a load of semen onto the back of Sarah’s head. She paused from her sucking, turning to suck the last drops out and giving him a sweet smile before returning to me.

However, I felt like my work here was done, as around me the young men were standing up and approaching my girlfriend, each with a rock hard present for her.

It appeared we weren’t going to be disturbed, there was still nobody within sight.

I stayed back and wanked slowly, reaching for my camera – that was my main role in all of this. I also made a quick note of the work she’d done so far – 2 loads of cum inside her (from the same lad!) and one in her hair (call that one a facial).

It was going to be hard to keep track though, as she received a mouthful from the lad who’d replaced me in her mouth, at the same time another just let fly over her tits.

The following twenty minutes or so were exactly what Sarah had been working towards all that week. The work she’d done to tease these young men was bearing fruition in the most spectacular way imaginable. Everyone there needed a piece of her.

There was polite pushing as they tried to surround her with as many cocks as possible. The lucky ones managed to sink into her soaking Pussy, or her arsehole which got some serious attention that afternoon as well. Those who weren’t so lucky just got to wank themselves over her. But there was no orderly queue. There was an urgency, an animal desire each of these boys had to gratify themselves with my girlfriend’s body.

You’d imagine it might take a few hours for one woman to successfully relieve thirty-three men of their semen. But in slightly under twenty minutes, Sarah had not only achieved that, but actually managed to get at least five of them to have another go.

The young men had either collapsed, sated on the sand, or were sitting in groups laughing. A few were masturbating slowly, pondering a second visit. But it seemed the rush was now over.

Sarah was gratefully annihilated. She used her phone to take some selfies, trying to avoid getting too much cum on the screen. Her whole body appeared to be covered completely. They’d deposited loads wherever her brown skin had been available – arms, knees, even her feet had a good coating.

But most of the semen was now pooled on her tits and belly, having slid down from her face, which as always was the favourite target. She had taken several loads vaginally, and at least two of the lads had left a deposit inside her anus.

I still hadn’t had my own way with my girlfriend, knowing these strangers’ cocks were her main focus. I toyed with the idea of adding another load, but at this stage I didn’t see the point – visually anyway. She could take the cum of another 50 men and wouldn’t be any more soaked. There’s only so much semen one body can hold.

Sarah carefully opened each eye, which appeared to be a difficult job – more and more cum kept slipping down her forehead and closing them again. She giggled. I took picture after picture, and she obligingly posed in all sorts of positions, with no prompting on my part.

There was lots of scooping up of big handfuls of the stuff, dropping it back onto her face and letting it slide down again. She licked it from her fingers sexily. She gathered up an enormous amount and fed it into her shaved cunt, before letting it ooze out again, then repeated the process with even more, as if she was trying to fill her cunt up with the strangers’ cum.

Then she started fingering herself, the sperm of at least 15 men providing the lubrication. A couple of lads approached again, and she obediently lifted her face up with a sweet smile, ‘whore reflex’ in full effect, as they added a couple more contributions.

Her eye makeup was somehow still intact (I later discovered she’d deliberately purchased waterproof eye shadow purely for occasions such as this). And she still somehow, despite the liquid battering she’d received, looked amazing. Her perfect body was even more perfect when decorated in this way. And her face, that delighted smile, was simply stunning, not despite, but almost because of the visual confirmation of her whorishness.

It was a bit of a risk, but she again didn’t want to get cleaned up before going back to the hotel – she wanted the rest of the boys who hadn’t attended to see her like this. So, we’d walked back up without even wiping her eyes clean, and she walked very quickly – urgently, disappointed with each wasted drop that fell into the path.

I might have thought that she’d had enough, but she was just getting started. And she wanted anyone who hadn’t been there to be made aware of what a slut she was.

Luckily, there were no families or couples on the route between the side gate into the hotel grounds and the steps up to our room. There were around ten of the lads who hadn’t made it down to the beach today, for whatever reason. Sarah wanted them to regret it.

“Hi boys,” she said, confidently walking directly towards them.

The last time she’d done this, it might not have been immediately obvious what was in front of the lads. But this time…

Although she was wearing her bikini bottoms now, each leg sported a huge trail of cum down the inner thigh, it was still oozing from her little hole, where she’d scooped so much in for safe keeping. Her black hair was matted and stuck up in clumps, with several areas where the white cum had gathered. Her eyes were bloodshot, but she had a huge smile on her face. Her perfectly formed breasts were completely covered with the sheen of semen.

Sarah gestured at her body, as the boys looked agog.

“Well, lads. Can you guess what you missed out on, down at the beach this afternoon?” She placed her hands on her hips, and cocked her head, quizzically.

“All of your mates have just done this to me. I’m going to get cleaned up – it’s now just coming up to two o’ clock. Give me until three-thirty, and then anyone who fancies a go at me is welcome – just knock on the door. We’re number twenty-eight. If there’s anything you’d like to do – and I do mean anything – just come up and do it to me, I’m available.”

“Just to be clear, I’m going to spell it out. You can fuck me, in the cunt or in the arse. You can fuck my mouth or let me bring you off with my mouth – I do deep throat if you like.”

“We will be leaving at about 2pm tomorrow, so until then, I’d like you to treat me as your Free whore. How does that sound?

“Fucking fantastic,” one voice said, and murmurs of agreement went around the group.

“Lovely, she smiled, and gave a cute little wave. “See you soon!”

Rather than go straight in the Shower, she again went out onto the balcony with her dildo, and again fucked herself, although unfortunately there was little lewd talk audible this time – the lads were too far away. She brought herself to a massive Orgasm with ‘Dobbin’ as I recounted what she’d just done, in the abrupt and blunt style I knew she loved.

“Fucking slut, just sat on his cock, no warning – made him cum right inside you twice. Let everyone fuck you and wank on you. They were Cumming inside you, in your arse, anywhere they wanted. Then you scoop up all their spunk and start filling up your cunt with it. All that cum in twenty minutes. Fucking whore!”