Posted by Clizia on December 19, 2003 at 05:55:33:
1066 and all this
By Clizia Cockspur, copyright 2003
I can't be sure of the year, but it was a Sunday in August. Three families - ours, the Moores and the Websters - were a weekend together. We rented adjoining chalets at Camber Sands. The weather was hot and sultry and I was bored out of my skull. Of the eight kids, I had to be the oldest… and only girl (excluding babies and toddlers). Yet our parents expected us all to play happily together. Why? They were young, too. They should have known better.
It was definitely Sunday because I remember just the petrol station being open. I took a long walk there, bought some Love Hearts, then came back to rest on the veranda of the Websters’ chalet. I chose the Websters’ because they had a hammock. Everybody else was on the beach. Or so I thought.
I’d never been in a hammock before and the swaying movement and creaking ropes gave me the feeling of being at sea. It was deeply relaxing, incredibly sensuous. After the long walk in the heat, I was soon asleep. What did I dream about back them? I can’t be sure of that. Maybe I was the cabin boy of a pirate ship? Maybe I was walking the plank when I woke up? I’d like to think it was something along those lines. Anyway, there was a racket being kicked up inside the chalet. Being the oldest child, I had shouldered a nominal amount of ‘responsibility’, so I rubbed my eyes and swung out of the hammock.
There was a window in the veranda door, and a pair of dinky lace curtains. Instead of flinging the door open, I took a peek through the gap in the curtains. The biggest of the boys, Dave Moore and Matt Webster, were inside wearing Norman Warrior outfits - helmets, belts and scabbards they’d got the day before at Hasting. They were lunging at each other with their plastic swords. Immediately I ducked out of sight, cheeks burning and heart beating wildly with excitement. Why? Apart from their outfits and sandals, the boys were completely nude.
I crouched down on my knees and took a quick look over my shoulder to make sure no one else was in sight. They thought they were alone! The little devils! Where had they got the idea of fighting in the nude? They’d certainly chosen a dangerous place. I rose to my knees and peered in again. The front room of the chalet was quite big. The Websters had a baby, and they’d pushed all the furniture back and laid out a large quilt for it to roll and play on. The quilt had been left out when they went down to the beach, which made a nice soft arena for Dave and Matt’s game of warriors. There they were, lunging and stabbing at each other furiously with their plastic swords… and their hard little cocks. They only had short, stubby cocks because they were still only boys, but they were hard all right! Every so often they would stand face-to-face, thrusting their cocks at each other as though they were daggers. I was jealous as hell. Why didn’t I have anyone to fight with in the nude?
After stabbing each other about a hundred times, the boys feigned death and threw themselves down on the quilt. There they grunted and groaned and writhed about. It took me a while to realise what they were up to, because they weren’t using their hands. Their little arses were bobbing up and down as they rubbed their cocks against the quilt!
I scanned the beach again to make certain no one else was in sight. I had tits and a cunt that were aching to be played with, so I undid my shorts, slipped one hand down between my legs and the other under my T-shirt to my chest. My clit was already hard and my nipples swollen. As I rubbed and tweaked them, ripples of pleasure carried all over my body… and up into my head. Something incredible dawned on me. Flitting between the boys’ warrior gear, their undulating arses and the tingling in my tits and clit, my brain fired up like the bells and lights of a pinball table.
The boys were working hard now. Matt had propped himself up on his elbows and kicked his sandals off. His face was glowing red and he was biting his bottom lip. The strain in his legs was amazing: his toes pointed straight out and his feet hovered above the quilt. Dave was stretched flat with his face on one side. He had tucked his hands under his body. I understood he was using them to channel his cock as he buffed it against the quilt. The pair were moving in earnest now, and I began to circle my clit in time with them.
Of course, it was too late for me to catch up! Being nude and having played out their game, the boys were way ahead. Besides, I’d never come near to climaxing, even after a whole hour’s frigging. Matt and Dave certainly knew the trick of it and reached their ends in an impressive sweat. I watched, fascinated as their bodies jerked faster - then stopped abruptly. Matt threw his head down and Dave went all stiff. At first they were panting heavily, then more or less sleeping. I was left kneeling at the door, wondering where I could go.
I ran off into the sand hills… and the rest, as they say, is history.
1066 and all this
By Clizia Cockspur, copyright 2003