The side by side day, when we were going out to the beach, Giulia was again tending the reception desk. She smiled shyly as she watched us approach her. Martina was wearing a Bikini that looked three size too small for her, barely covering her mamilla and pelvic arch, and showing dark pubes all around the sides of her Bikini bottom. Over that, just to cut across it up slightly, she wore a unloosen blouse that she knotted under her wide breasts, and some really shortstop jean shorts. I was in my orange and pitch-black swimsuit that gave my body a courteous unit of ammunition hourglass form and wore some camo baggy pants and a icteric jeans vest over it. We both looked as tourist-y as we could get.

I leaned across the receptionist 's desk and smiled. `` So, '' I said to Giulia, `` which is the C. H. Best way to the beach ? '' She smiled back and went through some leaflets, pulling up one with a small tourist map on it.

She pointed : `` This is the faithful beach from here, '' she said.

I nodded. `` And which is the gamey one ? '' I asked.

She looked into my eyes, blushing again. Meanwhile, Martina had snuck behind her sideboard and crawled underneath it, as we had planned earlier. I almost laughed at the surprised saying in Giulia 's face when Martina began playing with her crotch, probably opening her pants. `` I ... uh ... there ... uh ... there is a n-n-n-nudist beach h-h-h-here, '' she stammered, pointing at another portion of the map.

I nodded and folded the map, smiling. `` Thank you, '' I said, and walked a little to the face, waiting for Martina to finish.

I found a good vantage detail from where I could see what was going on behind the desk. Martina knelt behind the receptionist and had indeed already pulled down her pants. Giulia tried her advantageously not to express any augury of it, but she pushed her butt slightly back against my girl, who in turn buried her face between her backside and licked her deep.

I giggled when a dyad of elderly tourists entered the lobby, approaching the reception. I could not see what they said, but Giulia was frozen in blank space, trying not to run and ascertain her reflection, while Martina clearly began fingering her puckered anus, still sucking her. After what seemed like an eternity the tourists finally took their keycards and left, and Giulia breathed deeply and heavily.

I looked around, and in an minute slipped behind the desk as well, crawling up to Martina. I kissed her when I arrived, tasting Guilia 's juice on her mouth. `` MMmh, you got ta pee again ? '' I asked quietly to the squirming receptionist.

She gasped, then whispered almost inaudibly : `` Yes ... '' I moved to her front, spotting the familiar patch of pubic hair again, this prison term covered by a different, but still sheer see-through thong.

'' So go ahead, '' I said. `` Do it. ''

She swallowed hard. `` I ca n't, '' she hissed, still squirming from Martina 's finger inside her.

I grinned, though she could n't see me. `` We wo n't let go until you do, '' I said, slapping her pelvis in assertion. She sighed deeply, then let herself go. A fragile flow of pee trickled through her panties and ran down her legs. I licked at some of it, tasting her harsh, salty taste.

I enjoyed watching her wet herself, as it stained her bloomers when it hit the ground. I collected some of it in my deal and rubbed it on my tits, then stood up. She looked at me blockade, but glad the entrance hall was empty at the moment. I slapped her butt and helped Martina up. `` Just something to recall us by, '' I whispered and kissed her gently, then walked out with my girlfriend by my side.

We took a cab to the beach and walked barefoot through the warm grit for a patch, passing lading and loads of tourists on the way. The longer we walked, the more deserted the place and the jumpy the beach became. On our face rose some beautiful drop, overgrown with olive trees that gave the scenery a peaceful and derelict feeling, and finally, Martina took off her blouse and bikini bra, enjoying the sun on her large breast as they bounced when she walked. I smiled, watching her, not getting strip down myself as I did n't desire to take a chance a sunburn.

After about 30 moment walking, the beach became mainly pebbles, with only a few myopic strips of Sand in between. I looked around and the really crowded beaches were behind us, the people only low figures in the distance. In the other counselling, close to the drop-off, a little chemical group of citizenry were running into the water. I got tired of walking and headed for a nice secluded spell of sand surrounded by some shrub, where I dropped my bag and moaned. `` God, I do n't want to walk anymore ! '' Martina laughed and sat down besides me, laying back in the affectionate Baroness Dudevant.

I began stripping off my clothes and swimsuit, applying plenty of sun block along with it. Even though I tried to be careful about my pelt, I could already feel it getting burnt and red in places. Martina rolled over to me and helped me put some lotion on my back. `` Poor girl, '' she said. `` You burn wanton. ''

I shrugged. `` It 's part of being a redheader, '' I said, enjoying her hand on my skin and feeling her breasts rub against my spinal column. I stripped the residual of my clothes off and lay down into the gumption, defenseless and gratuitous, the warm up sun and gentle breeze blowing across my body. Martina lay her arm around me and caressed me gently, playing a little with my breasts.

'' You 're so beautiful, '' she said, and I smiled at her.

'' Thanks, '' I replied. `` So are you. '' She pushed her pant off and we lay bare slope by side, dark and light, red and black, our consistence shiny in the heat from elbow grease and application. I rolled over on top of her, resting my knocker against hers, feeling them crush big and heavy on my chest while my pubic hair tickled against hers. I smiled down at her, looking into her eyes : `` You need some lotion too ? ''

She shook her forefront : `` Nah, I tan easily. '' She grinned. `` All my skin needs is sun and you. ''

I grinned back. `` Well, you got me all over you. ``

She moaned, beaming for lust again. `` Mmmmh, and I want you IN me too, '' she said. `` Anything you can give me, I want you on me, over me, in me, using me, filling me, soaking me, making me yours. I am yours Kat, you know that ? ''

I nodded, kissing her softly. `` I know, '' I said, sitting back up as I began caressing her beautiful bosom with my hands.

'' Oh god, yes, goddess, use me as you please, '' she moaned.

I leaned backwards, spreading my legs inverse of hers. `` Then afford your legs, slovenly woman, '' I said calmly, `` and let me report you in my lotion. ''

Martina spread her legs further apart and reached down between them, pulling her labia wide open for me. `` Oh yes, mistress, '' she whispered, `` bathe your slave Martina in your hot kitty-cat springiness. '' I smiled and grasped for my piddle nursing bottle, drinking it thirstily as I pushed my articulatio coxae down towards hers, shooting a thick sprayer of urine into her pussycat, then all across her hip and belly, up to her tits. She moaned and rubbed it in as I drank and emptied my bladder simultaneously.

Then I lay down again besides her and began kissing her, licking her peel, tasting my pee, her sweat, her sugariness mouthful. I buried my face besides her cervix, nibbling her earlobe, feeling her wriggle and twitch, going down into her armpit and licking her there, tasting her sweaty hair. Suddenly, out of the box of my eye, I saw some movement nearby, and when I looked up, a fille was standing by the bushes, staring at us. She looked about 20 years old, very thin, with light-haired fuzz to her Kuki, gamy heart and a slender, athletic name. She was wearing a swimmer 's two-piece and body and her soma was svelte, slender and petite, her bosom were practically non-existent and she was lost in thought, gazing at us.

'' Hey, '' I said, waving at her.

She shrieked, but made no attempts to hide, and finally waved back. Looking nervously around, she finally stepped forward towards us. `` I 'm sorry, '' she said, with a vindicated, bright voice in the local dialect. `` I just saw you from afar, and ... I should n't have stared. I just never saw two woman ... '' She hesitated.

I smiled. `` What 's your gens ? '' I asked.

'' Bianca, '' she replied.

'' I 'm Kathrin, and this is Martina, '' I replied, `` we 're on holiday. Are you from around here ? ''

She nodded. `` Yes, I live in the city. I just come here to swim and try to delay out of the way, '' she smiled.

I absently caressed Martina 's breasts as I talked to her. `` So you liked what you saw ? '' I asked.

She looked uneasy. `` Uhm, I did n't ... I did n't see much, just .... but ... ''

I laughed. `` But it made you funny ? '' I asked. She looked down. Martina turned to me and smiled, then said to Bianca : `` You want to join us ? '' Bianca hesitated, not knowing what to say, but curiosity got the better of her and she stepped forward. Martina took her helping hand and motioned her to sit down besides her as she guided her hand across my chest to my chest. Together, they played with them, pinching my mammilla and squeezing them as Martina showed her everything I liked.

After a while, Bianca became more confident and leaned down, taking my nipple into her mouth and sucking it in gently. I moaned, watching Martina pull down her drawers from of the nook of my heart. She let it happen, and only moaned slightly when Martina ran her fingers between Bianca 's ramification, caressing her small pussy as she continued nibbling my tits.

Finally, Martina helped her out of her bra as well. I was right : She was practically flat-chested, with humble, buoyant tit. From what I could see, she was shaved bare and had a decent, smooth, little pussy. Martina moved besides me and ran her fingers between my legs, grabbing for my kitty. She parted my labia, exposing them as she said to Bianca : `` semen and feel her, she 's got a hot pussy. '' Bianca hesitated, but then ran two digit down my dent, pushing them inside. I could feel my juice flowing out, the persuasion of my slave teaching a teenage girlfriend how to please me made me horny to no end.

'' feed her to a greater extent, '' Martina said, caressing my button as Bianca 's fingers twirled inside me.

'' more what ? '' she asked, confused.

'' More finger's breadth ... '' Martina replied. `` Or am I wrong ? '' she asked towards me.

Instead of an answer I groaned loud as I felt another one of Bianca 's fingers entering me, while Martina kissed the young woman passionately. `` Mmmh, it 's so hot in her, '' Bianca moaned, moving her digit.

'' cum on, evidence me, you want Sir Thomas More ? '' Martina asked again, cheering me on.

I shook my head for lust, and Bianca pulled her fingers out, startled. `` Yesss, '' I sighed finally, `` more ! '' Martina grabbed her hand, her digit slick from pussy gunk and began licking them, then guided them back to my pussy and shoved it in once more.

I felt Bianca 's three digit slide down my kitty, and then a fourth finger entering me, at an slant. I noticed Martina helping the girlfriend fill up my twat and something came over me that made me lose all control. `` Yesssss, '' I hissed. `` Give it to me, both of you ! ''

I felt the fingerbreadth move cryptic inside me as Martina hissed back : `` Say it ! You want more than ? ''

I thrashed, panting and sweating, spreading my leg as far as I could. `` Yes ! '' I said, almost screaming. `` Fucking fist me ! ``

Martina looked at Bianca and then guided all fingers of her slender hand down my hungry hot slit fix. Her hand was belittled and tight, and it slid inside me easily, put pushed deep down, filling my vagina all the way. I groaned, scratching both of them across the vertebral column as I arched up. `` Oh yessss, '' I moaned.

'' Mmmh, you like getting fisted by this sweet young girl, Kat ? '' Martina asked seductively. `` Or do you want even more ? ''

She already knew my answer, given the many thing we tried between ourselves, but at that moment she liked to tease me and see me struggle for lecherousness. `` Oh god, YES ! '' I screamed, `` MORE ! ''

Martina finally began sliding her insipid hand into my sodden cunt as well, joining helping hand with Bianca inside me, stretching me wider and wider the further in she went. Bianca began thrusting her paw into me, getting turned on by the play and my obviously insatiable desire to get my cunt stuffed. When Martina 's mitt finally slipped completely up my snatch, it felt like person fucked me with a bowling bollock. I arched up, gasping for breathing space and letting out trashy, deep, inhuman screams. `` OH. YOU. WHORES ! YOU shag slit fornicatress BITCHES ! '' Martina would n't let up and pounded my fuckhole, Bianca joining in enthusiastically, wanting to push me over the edge.

Finally, I felt my pussy contract heavily, my whole abdomen tightening, pushing, wanting to let it out, whatever it was that was building inside me. Martina must 've sense it too, because she quickly pulled out her hand, helping Bianca to recant hers as well, just before outburst of slit piss came spurting out of me. `` Yess, let it run, '' Martina said, bending down to go down on it up. I released everything, and for a patch it seemed there was no end to it. I squirted, pissed, gushed, shook all over my body and could only let out guttural noises.

When I was done, Martina showed Bianca how to clean me up, and I felt her inexperienced tongue flick nervously and quickly all across my labia, lapping at everything. I let her enjoy her first taste of a real woman 's twat and what she lacked in experience, she made up with enthusiasm. Her curiosity and horniness was wakened and she could n't get enough of it.

When she was finished, Martina kissed and caressed her a little. She looked at us sadly when she had to result. `` Are you going to be here tomorrow ? '' she asked as she got dressed again.

We looked at each other. `` Sure, '' I finally said, reading Martina 's thoughts from her eyes. This was starting to become a very gratifying holiday .