Sins of Emission

They had spent the day together. It was good again to have a companion, even if Justin J. Jeffreystone had not been quite her plan. He had taken her to see ruins and sights she and Sasha had not known existed, had taken her for lunch at a lovely little place up in the hills which she would never have found, and she had had a really super time. Frederika had met him again for dinner and had known with complete clarity what would follow. She would not be sleeping in her own room.

Again, he had been loquacious and free in talking about his sexuality. Again, he had shocked her. A family group on another table had caught her eye - and his. Perhaps it was the prettiness of the daughter, but it might have been the strong family resemblance to the woman who was evidently her mother and to the other woman who seemed to be the grandmother. Justin had commented on once having had, both a mother and daughter - carnally - in quick succession. They had not known but he had. Frederika had pressed him on the details. He had seduced - that seemed the word - both of them in succession, the mother first and then the daughter. He had said it was the wrong way around and Frederika had been unwise enough to ask why.

"Because my penis, which would already have been inside the daughter, would then have followed up the canal down which the daughter was born. A certain appropriateness, don't you think."

Frederika had not, not at all. Nor had she been taken with the idea he then postulated of 'laying' the daughter, mother and then grandmother. "Following the vaginas back!"

Frederika had pulled a face. "You are quite... obscene."

He had held up his hands in mock apology, "but it could be worse or better. Imagine then my wish to take an eighteen-year-old at ninety if I could then follow back the five generations. Say each woman had a baby girl at eighteen. From the eighteen-year-old to the thirty-six-year-old mother to the fifty-four-year-old grandmother to the seventy-two-year-old great-grandmother and the great-great grandmother who would be my age. A bit of lubrication might be needed but what a thing. Guinness Book of Records, eh?"

Frederika had shook her head.

"But equally I might have had them all when eighteen down the years."

"Might have been the father in all cases," Frederika took the idea to the logical extreme. She was relieved at his answer.

"No - no, no, no. I might be lacking in morals, somewhat, but I am neither immoral or amoral. Incest does not excite. But have I shocked you?" His hand reached and closed over hers. "Surely you have desires that you keep secret - as I do not? You are not perfect surely - though to all appearances, um, not bad at all."

His smile was captivating. He had undoubted charm. Frederika could see how agreeable he would be to women - he was, indeed, seductive. She had fallen for his charm, after all.

"Oh no, I..."

"Yes?"

"I would not want to say..."

"Come, I have told you my secret thoughts. Tell me yours."

"Thoughts I should not have had?"

"Well, that would imply I should not have had my thoughts. But yes, or..." he leant forward, "the thoughts you would perhaps rather keep to yourself."

She had already revealed what she had feared might have happened had Sasha not gone home - 'at a pinch.' Had almost implied she might have liked that - they had both, after all, become very frustrated, very sexually in need. It had been a holiday after all, very much with that intention. What else?

"I wanted to fuck my teacher when at school. Mr. Grayson."

"A young teacher?"

"No, but nothing like as old as..." What was she saying?

Justin had smiled, "Nothing like as ancient as me, eh?"

"Um, no, perhaps he was thirty. Married with young children but..."

"You had a bit of a crush on him. How old were you?"

Frederika saw it as a trap, getting her to talk about possible under-age sex. She was not falling for that. "I was in the Sixth form - eighteen - and, yes, a crush. The things I imagined."

"Yes?"

"Lots of things." She cast her mind back to being in her old room at home in that single bed and her nightie all pulled up and how her thoughts had run. "I used to practice after school, I was keen on athletics then, and I would imagine him suddenly being there in the changing room as I was drying. Me completely naked and him dressed and Mr. Grayson beckoning me to sit on his knee and then him, well, just fingering me to climax, then patting my bottom and telling me I needed to shower again."

"Did you imagine showering together?"

"Yes, of course I suppose. Pretending my showers didn't work and going to the boys and finding him there, naked and soaping his cock."

"Erect?"

"No, just all floppy in his hands with his black curls all full of soap suds."

"So, you saw him naked at some point?"

"No, never."

"How did you know he had black pubic hair?"

"His hair was dark. I just imagined. Nothing ever, ever happened."

"Just in your mind. What else? I do like hearing this."

"I imagined him erecting as he looked at me - me all naked and saying my showers did not work; walking into the showers with him and taking hold. His cock all soapy and slippery - and hard. I liked the idea of him losing control and fucking me up against the tiled wall. Just taking me."

"And what else did you imagine in your bed?"

"Nice young men in there with me."

"Commonplace but no doubt very nice. Something a little more unusual, a little more daring perhaps?"

It was not something she had even mentioned to Sasha. Women these days were not meant to fantasise about being dominated by men. They were meant to be in control or at least not controlled. Yet, yet, not a rape fantasy. She had not had them: rather one where she was helpless but willing. "I... I used to imagine myself..." she looked at her companion. It was obvious her talk had excited him. She reached under the tablecloth and did something she had never done before. She unzipped her dinner companion and brought his cock out, not exactly into the open, but out under the table. A couple of strokes and then she left it. She hardly wanted somebody else in the restaurant to wonder - or know - what she was doing.

He looked surprised. "I don't think that has been done to me before. A strange exposure. You have me trapped here. I can hardly rise from the table. Everyone would notice."

Frederika thought he was not just trapped by what would be revealed but it would massively impede his rising. It would be caught by the sides of the table and prevent him standing. Was he to do so he would be so obvious. She could not imagine anyone else in the restaurant had a cock as long as his.

"And," he said, "what did you used to imagine?"

"I used to imagine not just being in the changing room alone with Mr. Grayson but in another changing room, a male changing room full of men, big men, hairy men, strong men..."

"Naked men?"

"Of course. Men showering, men wet and soapy together."

"Soapy again?"

"I like the image of soapy cocks. Slippery and soapy, suds in their curls, I sort of found that was a pleasing thought when I... in my bed."

"And why were you there, in the showers?"

"Sometimes by mistake, sometimes as a sort of team mascot, sometimes as a nurse checking them," her hand went again to his penis, "inspecting their cocks."

"And do they overpower you and take you?"

"Sometimes. Other times I just tease them. Exciting enough for me, jilling away in my bed, to imagine my job being to wash them all, handle their hot, sweaty, strong bodies in the showers, lining them up in order of penis size, making them come one after another from smallest to biggest." She squeezed again. "You would be at the top of the line I think!"

He smiled, "A compliment! So, is the thought of being, perhaps, shared by all these virile young men or imagining jacking off all those penises so much worse than my thoughts of sequentially taking the women of a family? They are only thoughts."

Frederika was not so sure. Her thoughts had been mere fantasy. She rather felt, certainly as regards his idea of taking an eighteen year old on his ninetieth birthday, it was not so much fantasy as wishful thinking. She suspected given the chance he would fuck his way all the way down a family to the daughter or up the other way.

"Now, how can we leave the restaurant with me like this."

"I could make you come into a napkin."

"And leave it for that pretty waitress to pick up? Rather unthinking of you, Frederika. What would she think!" They looked across at her. She was very pretty and innocent looking.

"I could duck under the table and..."

"Very nice, Frederika, but I think you might be noticed and I would very much like to pretend to be either your Mr. Grayson in the shower or else a member of your football or whatever team and you doing your interesting role as team mascot. Leave me be and tell me about your work. That should lessen my excitement."

It lessened Frederika's. It was not good to be reminded that in two days' time she would be flying home, the summer holiday over for a year, back to the mundane and, probably, rain. It did the trick though and a little later they could be found walking along the sand at the shoreline, hand in hand. They sat and talked for a time looking at the lights out at sea. It was hot but a very gentle breeze gave a pleasant coolness. Along the sand came a couple, a young Italian man and girl they had seen in the restaurant. Frederika had admired both the girl's light cotton dress, a sunflower yellow contrasting with her long, dark, glossy hair and her young man. He was just what she and Sasha had been looking for - ideally one each.

They watched them walking hand in hand and then kissing. It was a sweet scene, though in the darkness it was all more shapes than colour and detail.

"I think," Justin whispered," they are going in for a swim.

The girl was pulling her dress over her head, clearly unclipping bra and lowering knickers. The man's shirt and trousers were being removed. They were either going for a swim or about to engage in an urgent copulation. When the man's pants came down the bouncing up of his extended cock did not settle the question, nor did the girl's hand reaching and stroking but it did rather suggest copulation was in the offing. Frederika squeezed Justin's hand. It was rather exciting watching unseen as young lovers touched each other's bodies. The shapes clear enough but colour and detail not given by the limited light.

Copulation was probably in the offing but, even so. the couple first splashed into the water to go skinny dipping. It was, indeed, one of the things Sasha and she had talked about in bed, each lying on their own twin bed in the dark, neither knowing if the other was, like themselves, touching their sex as they talked about really nice young men they might meet and what they might do. Naked swimming in the light or dark had featured. So, had the idea of engaging in sexual intercourse whilst in the water, perhaps even in the daylight off a crowded beach, the two girls and their new friends near each other, bikini bottoms pulled to one side, arms around the young men's necks and impaling themselves on the young men's upstanding cocks beneath the water. Penises freshly pulled from swimming trunks, whilst all around families and all sorts of people swam without giving them a second glance.

"Shall we too?" Asked Frederika.

"I am, perhaps, not in a state to be seen!"

"Oh good. You've nothing to be ashamed of Justin, quite the opposite. Don't you like the idea of that couple seeing just how big you are? I bet you can tell me stories of how you have impressed before or, else, when you have wanted to show yourself off."

She was already undressing and he followed her example. Even in the limited moonlight he was impressive. Frederika had a strange feeling of proudness at the size of her - should she say 'lover' -compared to the young man's. Of course, Justin's age was quite another matter but maybe that would not be noticed or less noticeable in the dark.

They walked down to the water towards the swimming couple and were seen.

"Ammazza!"

"Che bello!" From the girl (how nice).

Frederika smiled at them, even reaching and holding Justin's cock as the girl had done her man as they waded into the water. Nothing more was said, and Justin and she swam one way as the couple swam the other. And Frederika did reach and encourage naked Justin back into tumescence and she did put her arms around his neck and lift herself up in the water and then down on his long cock.

And when the couple got out of the water and began to fuck on the sand, Frederika wanted to go and watch even thought their own coupling was unfinished. Justin had said they might not like the intrusion, but cross words were not issued when Justin and she stood nearby, indeed both seemed happy to both fuck and stare at Justin's cock and Frederika's nakedness. They certainly watched when Frederika got down on all fours, so Justin could take her 'doggy' - and that was because Frederika wanting them to see Justin's long cock at work.

It could have been Sasha and she fucking on the sand near to each other; it could have been Sasha and she going skinny dipping with new found young lovers; it could have been but was not - the holiday could have been so different. Perhaps not skinny dipping by night or even sex in the water on a crowded beach but being taken by their young men to a deserted cove to spend a naked day with them, an uninhibited naked day with them. Four young people, naked and sexual. They could have brought cool white wine and food, sat naked under a parasol, played naked catch and swum naked and, of course, watched each other fucking, the boys enjoying seeing the naked girls and they enjoying the naked boys. How strange it would have been to see Sasha with a cock in her mouth and she to see Sasha watching her doing the same. What a day to remember back upon! A naked day in glorious sunshine, a day of uninhibited and unashamed sex, freely seeing and hearing the others. But it had not happened.

The sex on the sand was lovely. Sex out in the semi-secret warm darkness. Lovely to hear the girl 'come' and then see the young man's bottom - slim and compact (Frederika would not have minded fondling that) - rising and falling with increasing speed and thrust signifying a warm and wet deposit of semen. As Frederika and Justin had done earlier the young lovers stood and watched them in turn fucking doggy fashion, and Frederika 'put it on a bit' in her vocalisation of her own orgasm. She was a bit surprised when suddenly Justin, having increased the speed of his thrusting, pulled out and she felt a warm pattering all up her bottom and on her back.

The young couple shook their heads and walked back down to the sea for another swim.

"Why did you pull out?"

"It was as you said, you liked the idea of showing off, well, we had showed our bodies, us copulating, your rather noisy orgasm so, why not, I thought, why not display my own orgasm to them, show the emission of the semen from my cock. I missed the warm embrace of your sex but, there was pleasure in the exhibition - an unexpected pleasure, perhaps in knowing what I was showing to that young couple. It is not often one has the opportunity of displaying one's ejaculation, eh?

Frederika shook her head. She had wanted to show off Justin's cock, had found it exciting to be naked and then copulate in front of the young couple but... but she was not a man.

Another swim for Frederika and Justin, a swim to wash sand and semen away. They watched the young couple walking away. It had been a strange sort of meeting. A further walk along the shore and then a return to the hotel and Justin's room.

No sooner in the room than Justin was undoing her dress, releasing her breasts and sucking upon them in turn.

"Again? Already? You have stamina."

"I love nipples with the tang of the sea. All salty!"

It was clear that he also liked fresh salty, pink clams as well or, rather, the salty pinkness between Frederika's legs. She lay back on the bed revelling in the cunnilingus but not unaware it could so easily have been Sasha there between her thighs, not a man: or perhaps it could have been a nice young man had things worked out better. But it was a man, and she had to admit Justin was good company and a man who knew how to satisfy a girl. And what if Sasha had got off with a nice young man and not she? Sasha returning late in the evening with a satisfied smile and telling Frederika all about it. She, so jealous of Sasha, yet worked up by the telling and then, perhaps, Sasha in her jokey way offering to help Frederika out and this time Frederika too frustrated with desire not to accept. Sasha's fingers first to her breasts, perhaps showing how her young man had sucked hers, fingers going to and stirring her quim and then she looking sideways at Sasha whilst she told her how she had sucked him and then how he had gone down on her. She imagined opening her thighs and Sasha grinning and then going down on her like her young man. What she had never imagined them doing and yet Sasha doing it so well.

Frederika could imagine Sasha looking at her and telling her that she was 'worked up' again too and would she like to taste her young man, imagine his cock in her mouth and spurting? Frederika could imagine in Sasha's teasing way, she opening her legs and showing the evidence of what her young man had been doing. Would she have done that? Not simply tongued her friend but tasted her friend all salty and sticky with her young man's cum? Would it have made it all a bit better - brought a man into what she was doing? Sharing in Sasha's sexual intercourse, or the outcome anyway?

"Justin - had you come in me would you be just as happy doing that?"

"Of course - why, did you think I would be squeamish about my own semen? Hardly!"

"What about that Italian girl after the man had come?"

"Ah, other men's cum! She was rather pretty, I saw her clearly at the restaurant. It would be a lie to say I would not like to have bedded her and he seemed a nice enough young man. Why not. Would you?"

"What sucked his cock and made him cum?"

"No, gone down on her with his semen all there."

"I'm not into girls."

"Oh, come." He paused significantly, "Look what you have said about Sasha. Suppose the four of us were all aroused and in this big bed together. What might we all have done?" He stood with a smile. Come, Frederika, suck my cock and think about it and then we shall shower and I shall pretend to be your teacher. Would you like that?"

Frederika awoke once more in Justin's bed. Again, she had slept with the man who was old enough to be her grandfather, had engaged sexually with him and was very likely to do the same again before breakfast. She could not now complain she had not had sex on her holiday. It was so much what she and Sasha had come for. Not romance but sex. 'Dirty' sex, or perhaps better 'naughty' or 'uninhibited' sex. Sex for the pleasure of the carnal act. 'Immoral sex' perhaps. Well, she had certainly stretched her boundaries a bit.

Boundaries? Perhaps it would not have mattered stretching her boundaries had she and Sasha simply brought the other off. Justin had made love - 'fucked' she meant - but he was not exactly a terribly moral man. His talk was somewhat beyond where she was used to, yet his comments aroused her. The idea of going down on a freshly inseminated Sasha the night before - an idea he had put in her head - had stuck. Clearly, Justin would have had no compunction about going down on a freshly fucked Sasha, even if he had not been doing the fucking, and perhaps a man who talked of taking an eighteen-year-old on his ninetieth birthday or fucking generations of women was not a man easily put off on anything sexual. Had Sasha stayed it could so easily have ended up - or at least might have done - with the three of them in bed and what might he then have encouraged them to do? He could have been fucking them both on that beach to the amazement of the Italian couple. Very obviously moving his so long penis from one girl to the other. And then, later, in the shower. Three people washing each other. Her hands perhaps on Sasha's body as well as his.