Hi, I'm Meg and my husband is Paul we met at a party my older brother threw while our parents were away on holiday back in 1966. I was seventeen and Paul was eighteen. It was the first time I had seen sex let alone have sex. I watched one of my brother's mates fuck a skinny blond in my parents bed. I watched through a hole in the wall from my bedroom to my parents room where some work was being carried out having just had a change of boiler and the old immersion tank being removed. I wanted to try it but was way to scared firstly because I had heard that it hurt and secondly I was more scared of getting pregnant. When the lad finished as he left another lad entered the room and took his turn with her and then I see her with a third lad. She seemed to love it. Later at the same party I met Paul sat on his own in the garden and I sat with him talking. After that we went everywhere together. It was a few months after my eighteenth birthday when I finally let Paul take my virginity. Fortunately I had the sense to go on the pill. I wasn't that impressed, firstly it bloody hurt and secondly Paul lasted all of three minutes. We didn't get the opportunity to do it again for nearly a month and that time it was just a little uncomfortable, although he did last for almost four minutes. Then my brother and four mates were going to Spain. They had rented a large villa. I envied him. Then I heard that three of them had suddenly backed out. I asked could I go with them. My brother wasn't keen. After all who wants their kid sister cramping their style when their out on the pull. Then Paul decided it was a good idea and wanted to come and a mate of mine who we all called Rue wanted to come and bring her boyfriend. In the end my brother had no option as he had paid the lions share of the costs and needed to recoup some of it. She here we were in Spain, six of us in a five bedroom villa. Rue wasn't sleeping with her boyfriend so I picked the double bed and that was mine and Paul's bedroom. The first night we hit a club and I was fairly well oiled and saw my brother and his mate cop off with two local girls. Paul wanting to be romantic on our first night wanted to take me for a walk along the beach. We walked towards a fire on the beach and when we got close discovered several couples fucking in the sand dunes. We stopped and found some cover and watched as the girls remained on their blankets and several boys took turns with the girls. The memories of the party and the skinny blond came flooding back. My pussy was soak by just thinking about it. Eventually we got back to the villa and Paul fucked me in our room. It was the best yet, he lasted six minutes. I was still left with this hunger inside that needed more. It didn't help that I could hear my brothers mate pounding the hell out of the girl he had brought back along with Paul's snoring. The next night Paul suggested that we take a blanket onto the beach and make love under the stars. Whilst the other four hit one of the clubs we had just the one drink in a bar and went down on the beach. I ended up carrying the blanket. The significance will be revealed shortly. We saw the fire blazing and headed towards it. There were already two girls being fucked and I spread my blanket close by and took my panties off and lay down waiting for Paul to fuck me. The lads not fucking seemed to be in higher spirits than the previous night and the banter and laughter was much louder. Paul did his best work and after six minutes rolled away. I lay there with my eyes shut when I thought Paul was going to have another go. Imagine my shock when I opened my eyes to see one of the lads from the fire as he slipped his cock into my pussy. Paul was arguing with two of the lads and I see him being dragged away as the lad on top of me started to slam into my pussy. Thoughts of the skinny blond flooded back and now I was that blond. I thought that the lad on top of me was never going to stop and I had my first orgasm ever from a man. Well I had given myself one or two in the past. I was getting close to coming again when the lad grunted, jerked a few times and off loaded his cum in my pussy. I wanted to tell him he was a bastard for not finishing me. He said something to me in Spanish and rolled away. Then without a please or thank you another lad was on top and slipping his cock deeper into me. It didn't feel quite as thick, but it was certainly longer and touched places no one had ever touched before. I came instantly. The lad blurted out something in Spanish to his mates and then proceeded to start plowing my pussy. I came twice more before he came in me. This was exactly what I needed. I knew now that Paul's four or five minute pokes would never be enough for me as I lay there taking the best fucking I had ever had. the one I had dreamed of. After the lad came and rolled away I was soon full of cock again and took a fourth load in my pussy. The fourth Spanish lad was now climbing on top of me and he kissed me just before he slipped his cock in. I felt soaked down there and could hear his cock sploshing around in the cum in me. I could feel another orgasm welling up in me and the lad was also close to coming. I blurted out for him to keep going and not stop. He did and rode over the crest with me. I was laid there with this lad still on top although he had just come. As we caught our breath he asked, "English?" I told him I was. Then I told him that I didn't want any more of the lads to fuck me. As he got off me he wrapped the blanket around me The lads at the fire looked disappointed and remained where they were. The lad after zipping up sat with me. His English whilst a little broken up was pretty good. He explained that the woman bringing the blanket signaled that she was ready for action and covering yourself meant that you had finished. He apologized if they had taken advantage without me understanding. I assured him that I had enjoyed every second of it. I was getting cold so I went with the lad to the fire to get warm. I found myself getting kissed by lots of the boys and hands on my arse and tits. My new friend told me that if I wanted them to stop I had only to say and he would tell them to stop. I told him I didn't want any more fucking but the kissing and hands was nice. It was only now that my mind went back to Paul and I asked what happened to him and my new friend told me that as he got physical wit a couple of the lads they took him and threw him in the sea. I was worried for a moment in case he drowned or something, but my we friend said he had walked off soaking wet towards the town. Then we saw in the distance some blue flashing lights. My new friend grabbed my hand and my blanket and I found us running through some dunes and back around to the town. After we stopped running we weren't far from the villa and we walked towards it. The lad told me that the police often chased them as they weren't allowed fires on the beach. We stopped at the lane that led to the villa. He kissed me and said he hoped to see me again on the beach. I told him perhaps already knowing I just had to go again. As I got close to the villa I could see blue flashing lights and on getting in the police were there. I was worried that something had happened. It turned out that Paul had called the police and told them I had been raped. I told them that never happened and I was fine. as I sat there talking to them I could feel cum running from my pussy. Eventually they left Telling Paul not to waste their time again. In bed Paul wanted to reinstate his masculinity and have his way with me. I let him, but my pussy was pretty sore from the pounding it received earlier. It was Paul's best performance ever and he almost lasted ten minutes, as he sloshed around in my sloppy wet pussy. I was too sore for the next two days to let anyone near my pussy. The memories flooded back as we heard not only my brothers mate, but also my brother shagging local girls in their bedrooms. By the third day my pussy was yearning for more cock. I suggested that we go to the beach. I could tell that Paul wasn't keen, but told him I would be going with or without him. Paul reluctantly came with me. This time I walked right up to the fire that was very hot. My new friend was there and his face lit up when he saw me. I asked Paul if he wanted me to go spread my blanket. Paul had no idea of the significance of spreading the blanket as I hadn't told him. He said no, but I did it anyway and my new friend followed and was soon on top of me and in me. I could see the sad look on Paul's face as he watched this Spanish lad fucking me. It was a good fucking that he was giving me and I could see that the other lads around the fire were jostling for who would be next. As soon as my friend had come and I had my orgasm, the next lad was walking forward. Paul just stood there watching me taking second cock and then a third. I didn't want to get sore like I had the first time and pulled my blanket over me. I heard moans from the lads around the fire. They were obviously disappointed not to get a piece of the slutty English girl. Paul finally came to me and I pulled the blanket back and allowed him to take a turn. It wasn't too long before he added to the cum swilling around in my pussy. The rest of the fortnight was pretty similar with me fucking the lads and Paul taking what was left. The last night though was something else. I insisted Paul went first as I told him if he didn't he might not get any that night. He was so excited that he barely lasted three minutes. Then I worked my way through seven of the Spanish lads, including my friend from the first time. When we got back to the villa I made Paul suck all the cum from my pussy. He didn't take much persuading. He really wanted to fuck me again, but I was far too sore by this time, so I gave him a blow job. Back home I was soon missing all those cocks. I found a couple of magazines on the top shelf in an shop that was full of personal adds of people wanting to swap and there were loads of men that were looking for pussy, so I wrote my own add and placed it along with a well cropped photo of me. I couldn't believe the number of replies I got. When I showed Paul he complained that he thought it was just a holiday thing. I told him it was a now and every day thing and if he didn't like it he knew what to do. A little over a week ;later I was in a hotel room with Paul and three guys. I got fucked silly and could barely walk when we left at five in the morning. On the way home Paul stopped the car and asked me to marry him. I told him it would change nothing. He practically dragged me into the back seats of the car. he ripped my panties in getting them down and then licked and sucked my pussy clean and dry. I got to come again with his tongue all over my pussy. Afterwards as we got back into the front seats he said, "If you want more of that then you had better marry me." Within a year we were married and in our own place. Paul was now finding and setting up men for me. sometimes he would come with me others he would stay at home and wait up for me to get home. Whichever he always licked and sucked me dry and clean. One night he had set me up with three men and when we got to the house there were eleven men. Some of them had brought mates and the mates brought other mates. It was by far the biggest amount of cocks I had seen or had in one session. Then in front of them when they tired of me Paul licked and sucked till I was clean and dry. The yells and name calling seemed to spur Paul on and when he got called a Cucky Boy he came on my leg. I have never taken on so many men since, as it was days before my pussy felt anything like normal again. Paul took me back to Spain, but the beach was regularly patrolled by the police. We did find a few Spanish men that wanted English pussy, but it wasn't the same as the first time. In all our time together Paul to the best of my knowledge has never fucked another woman. I guess his thing is watching and pleasing me afterwards. God bless him.