Chapter 4

I decided that it was mechanical bull night but that gave me the problem of what to wear. It needed to be something that could easily fall off me as the bull gyrated and bucked. After looking through all my clothes I finally decided on one of my chiffon mini sarongs and a crop, sleeveless top that had no buttons and the front halves are held together by tying the 2 tails at the bottom. I’d decided that when I went to get on the bull I’d loosen the knots so that it would take very little for them to come undone.

With just some money and my room key in my little shoulder bag I left my room and adjusted the sarong as I walked so that as I walked my slit got exposed for a second as one leg went forwards.

That night I got some take-away pizza and went and sat on a bench at the side of the main walkway to eat it. Under the bright street lights anyone walking by would have been able to see my slit as they walked by, but I never saw anyone looking.

The mechanical bull bar wasn’t that busy when I got there so I kept walking around watching people and hopefully them seeing what I was displaying and before long I just had to walk down to the beach so that I could find a quiet place to rub one out to feed my addiction.

When I got back to the mechanical bull bar there was a lot more people there, and people on the bull so I went in and went to where I could book a go on the bull.

The guy taking the bookings and the money looked me up and down, and with a smile on his face he said,

“Are you sure that you want a go at riding the bull?”

“Yes I do, why?”

“You have seen how people get thrown about haven’t you?”

“Yes, why?” I replied.

“Oh nothing, there’s about a 20 minute wait, go and get yourself a strong drink, you might need it.”

I guessed that he was trying to get me to loose some of my inhibitions which was something that I definitely didn’t need to do, I wanted to be fully aware of what was happening and what people could see, so I went and got myself a cola then went and stood near the man to watch the other ‘victims’. I also looked around the bar at other people who were watching and I was pleased to see that most of them were ‘happy’ young guys. Just the audience I needed. I also loosened the knots on my top and sarong leaving just a simple over and under and hoping that they wouldn’t come loose until I was on the bull.

When it was my turn the same guy looked me up and down again and asked me if I really wanted a go and when I said that I did he was grinning from ear to ear. Two minutes later I was taking my shoes off and walking over the inflatable mats to the bull with the man next to me.

Standing next to the bull he told me that he’d help my up then tell me how to hold the Horn of the saddle, how to wrap the thin rope around my hand and how to hold my spare hand out to help me balance. Even as he gave me a leg up I knew that he could see my pussy and when I was straddling the bull the sarong was already up above my pubis. He was looking at my pussy as I held the Horn and wrapped the rope around my hand.

As he walked back to the controls I looked around and saw going on for 50 people watching me. I felt my pussy get even wetter and the tingling get stronger.

The controller started the bull slowly, gentle turns and dips. Then he gave it an attack of the shudders and a quick spin. Those actions were enough to unravel the knot on my sarong, and because it wasn’t long enough for my butt to trap it on the saddle, it slid off me and disappeared. I heard loud cheers from the audience and saw a couple of camera flashes.

The controller did the same again and I could feel that the knot in my top was getting looser. Then the bull started turning and dipping very similar to what I’d seen the previous riders ‘endure’ and I felt my top open fully displaying my tits to everyone.

This seemed to go on for hours but was probably only a couple of minutes before the controller really started to get serious and I was really fighting hard to stay on as the front of the bull went right up and my body tilted so far back that I was sure that my head was lower than my butt. I guessed that that was what the controller wanted because my top slid up around my neck then off my free arm which I’d put behind my head ready to break my fall, if / when I fell off as the bull slowly spun around.

Somehow, I managed to stay on and the bull which then nose-dived and my top slid down my other arm so that it was wrapped around my hand that was somehow managing to still grip the Horn of the saddle. My bare butt was up in the air and to all intent and purpose I was totally naked riding that bull as the controller slowly spun it again giving the audience and their cameras plenty of time to record my spread pussy.

The controller again raised the front and slowly spun the bull again and I managed to realise that he was trying to show everyone my very wet pussy that wasn’t helping me to stay on the bull because it was leaking my juices all over the saddle. Then it was another nose dive and slow spin so that everyone could get a good look at my butt again.

Finally, the controller did the fast spins and jerks that had managed to throw all the other riders and I was no exception as I went flying, landing spread eagle, on my back, right in front of a group of cheering young men who really gave their phone cameras a good workout.

The controller came over to me and helped me to my feet and I looked for my clothes. My top wasn’t far away and I got it and put it on but didn’t tie it. My sarong was a different story and neither me nor the controller could find it. After a couple of minutes looking for it the controller said something that I couldn’t understand but he also pointed to under the bull where I saw my sarong tangled in the mechanics of the bull.

Then the controller went beside the bull, looked at the saddle and said, this time in perfect English,

“I think that we need a towel to dry the saddle before the next girl climbs on.”

I quickly came to the conclusion that my sarong was gone for good and that I was going to have to leave there bottomless. The controller led me to his control station and picked up one of those little, rectangular bar towels and offered it to me. I wasn’t sure if he was offering it to me to go and wipe the saddle, or for me to use it as something to cover my pussy. I declined the offer and asked for my shoes and bag.

As soon as I got them my mind started thinking about my addiction, I desperately needed to get another fix so I intended to get out of there and down a side road or something to get a bit of privacy to take care of my need.

However, getting out of there wasn’t the plan for the first group of ‘happy’ guys that I came to as I attempted to get out. They surrounded me and started asking me all sorts of questions,

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Will you come back to our hotel with us?”

“Enjoy being naked do you?”

“Can you grip this like you did that saddle?”

“You’d look much better without the top on luv. Can I help you take it off?”

That last question was followed by 2 hands coming to my top at the shoulders from behind and pulling it off me. This time I didn’t have a hand strapped to the horn of the saddle and my top was soon completely off me. I guess that it helped that I didn’t put up any resistance.

The next thing that I knew was that there was a huge bouncer standing beside me saying,

“Are these guys causing any problems young lady?”

The ‘happy’ guys turned and walked away as I said,

“No, not now, thank you.”

“Have you lost all your clothes then?”

“Yes.”

“I could probably find you a T-shirt.”

“Thanks, but I’ll be okay.” I replied as I realised that I was about to do another first, walk most of the way along the main and lively street wearing nothing but shoes.

I made my way out, ignoring the odd comment and whistle, and started walking back to my hotel but as soon as I saw a quiet street I turned and went and stood behind a parked van where I lent back on it and spread my legs. My fingers got very busy and it wasn’t long before I reached the quite intense orgasm.

As I started to get my wits about me I thought,

“Jeez, I really needed that.”

Then I headed off towards the hotel getting more comments, whistles and offers of a bed for the night.

It was only when I got to the end of the main drag and turned off to go to my hotel that I realised that I’d walked passed hundreds of people whilst totally naked. I felt that familiar tingling again and just had to get back to my room to get on my back and rub another one out, but this time using my toys to help me.

There was a couple of couples in the hotel lobby when I got there and although they stared at me I confidently walked passed them and up the stairs. In my room I grabbed my magic wand and lay one my bed with my legs wide open and got to work whilst thinking about my ride on the bull.

As I was relaxing in the afterglow of another orgasm I heard guys talking, and as I looked out onto my balcony I saw Owen, Jackson and Mason on their balcony, all looking at me whilst talking and drinking.

“Hi guys,” I said when I walked out onto my balcony, “got one of those to spare?”

Thirty seconds later Mason was holding out a bottle of beer for me.

“Thanks,” I said, “I need that. I haven’t seen much of you 3 lately, what have you been up to?”

“Oh just drinking and hitting on the girls.” Jackson replied.

“Any success?” I asked.

“Yeah, we’ve had our moments.” Jackson replied.

“But not as good as that 4-some that we had with you.” Mason added, “fancy another one?”

“I may be up for that.” I replied. “I’ve had a bit of an arousing evening myself and it’s left me quite horny.”

“Oh yes,” Owen said, “tell us more.”

“Well I went and had a go on that mechanical bull and I lost all my clothes.”

“I wish that I’d seen that.” Mason said.

“Me too.” Jackson added.

“So how did you get back here?” Owen asked, “You didn’t walk back like that did you?”

“Yep, and that just added to my arousal.”

“That explains the rubbing one out just now, and I thought that it was just for us.” Mason said.

“I didn’t know that you 3 were out here when I started, but if you 3 climb over here I’m sure that I can service all 3 of you, I’m still quite horny.”

There was no way that those 3 guys were going to turn down an offer like that and they quickly climbed over the balcony divider and what followed was very much like our first gang-bang although it left me drained of energy.

I needed a shower after the 3 of them had finished with me, but I just couldn’t be bothered to get off the bed and I quickly went to sleep covered in sweat and cum.

“What are you doing Owen?” I asked when I woke up.

“Fucking you like we agreed.”

“But I’m covered in dried sweat and cum. I need a shower.”

“Who cares, just lay still and let me add to the cum inside you.”

I didn’t exactly stay still, I just had to match Owen’s thrusts and before long I was getting my first fix of the day.

After a long shower and doing my other bathroom things I was ready for what I was hoping would be another fun-filled day, maybe even doing another first for me. As I sat on the balcony enjoying the early sun and still fresh air, I reflected of my holiday so far. I had done so many ‘firsts’ for me, and possibly done some things that not many girls had ever done, but I still had a lot of fucking to do to catch up with what I considered the average girl my age would have done.

As I sat there with my feet up on the railings and spread wide, I realised that my right hand had crept to my pussy and my fingers were toying with my clit. I’d already had one fix for the day but another one was probably going to happen quite soon.

My brain was just starting to concentrate on my clit when I heard a male voice say,

“Morning Emma, looks like it’s going to be another hot one.”

It was Theo, and I turned my head and replied,

“Oh hi Theo, yes, it does look like it, not complaining are you?”

“Hell no, that’s why I’m here, 2 weeks of sunshine. You never get that in England. Oh, and the girls of course. You girls are so much more beautiful over here.”

“You mean we don’t wear much and you can see lots of skin.”

“Well yeah. talking of which, do you ever wear clothes Emma, every time that I see you you’re like, naked.”

“Yes, of course I do. Oh hi Ben, have you come to enjoy the beautiful, fresh morning as well? And Theo, I’ll be putting something on to go down for breakfast in about 10 minutes.”

“We’re not B&B so we’ll get something when we go to the beach later. What are you doing today Emma?”

“The beach as well, maybe I’ll see you there.”

“Yes, and we can cover you in sunblock again.”

“Yes, that was nice. If you’re still here when I get back from breakfast maybe you could rub some on me before I head out to the beach.”

I slipped on another of my sideless T-shirts and went for some breakfast. When I got back I took the T-shirt off and went out onto the balcony and, surprise surprise, Theo and Ben were still sat on their balcony wearing just their underwear.

“Hi guys, still here, I thought that you’d be on your way to the beach by now.”

“Naw,” Theo replied, “we thought that we’d help you out first Emma.”

“That’s very kind of you boys, why don’t you come on over, I’ll provide the sunblock.”

They were stood either side of me in seconds so I said,

“Why don’t we go inside boys, I can lay on the bed and you can do me there.”

As I turned to go inside I saw Theo and Ben look at each other and by the expressions on their faces I guessed that they were hoping to ‘do me’ in more ways than one.

Picking up my bottle of sunblock, I handed it to Ben and lay face down on my bed, spread my legs wide and said.

“Same as last time guys?”

“Sure.” Theo replied.

What followed was almost a copy of what they did to me the previous time, including making me cum, except without an audience. What happened next didn’t happen down at the pool because as I came down from my high and looked up at the 2 guys and said,

“Fuck me guys, here and here.” And I pointed to my pussy and my mouth.

The smile on their faces was priceless and I guessed that they were about to get their first fuck of their holiday, maybe even their lives. Upon reflection after it was all over, I think that it was probably their lives because neither of them was as good as the trio from the room next door on the other side. But I wasn’t complaining because I’d made them both cum and they’d made me cum.

“Okay guys,” I said, “you need to go now and I need to get ready to go to the beach.”

As they were climbing over the balcony divider I said,

“Maybe see you down there guys.” Knowing full well that I wouldn’t because I’d be on a different beach to them.

I cleaned up my pussy and had a drink of water then got ready to leave.

All my subsequent days at that clothing optional beach followed roughly the same pattern as the previous days but with a few of exceptions.

Firstly, on 4 of the days men offered their services to rub sunblock on me and unsurprisingly, I accepted their offers, each time I was on the main beach and I got them to rub it everywhere. Two of them I had to ask them to rub it between my legs after they seemed reluctant to do it. All 4 of the men made me cum before I thanked them then told them that I was going to start some serious sunbathing.

Three of the days I wore my Lush and was a little disappointed that it didn’t seem to attract more attention than without the pink antenna hanging down between my legs. Even in the Beach Bar people’s reaction to having a nude girl customer with a pink antenna between her legs didn’t change.

Oh, and I never let any of the men who came near me on the beach, or the dunes actually fuck my pussy but I did change the way that I let them cum on me. I stayed on my knees with them all around me and I went round them wanking them until they shot their loads all over me. Sometimes I’d suck their cocks as well, but I usually backed off them when I thought that they were about to cum and let them unload onto my face, hair or tits. Then it was a walk down to the sea, sometimes passing people on the beach, with the men’s cum all over my hair, face and body. I got a few very strange looks.

The way that I could control those men gave me some confidence that I never realised that I had.

When I got back to the hotel it was straight into the pool, and that evening Owen, Jackson and Mason were there. After they took it in turns to fuck me in the swimming pool Owen told me that it was the fancy dress pub crawl night and he asked me if I’d be going on it.

“I don’t think so,” I replied, “I didn’t bring a fancy dress outfit with me.”

“Don’t worry about that Emma,” Owen replied, “we’ve been talking and have something planned for you that we think you will like.”

Intrigued, I told them that if I liked what they had planned I would go with them.

Up in my room I’d just finished in the bathroom when all 3 of them climbed over the balcony divider and came into my room. I was still totally naked, but that was nothing new to them. All 3 of them were dressed in togas and Mason was carrying a plastic bag that showed that it had something in it.