That week we all got to know each other very well. At that time there was a novel doing the rounds called The Diceman. It was based on a character who made his decisions based on the role of the dice. We made up a similar game, each contributing actions written on pieces of paper corresponding to the numbers on the dice. As the week went on the actions became exclusively sexual. I was responsible for Karen sitting open legged in front of us, fingers inside herself, panting to orgasm in response to the instruction “Masturbate in public.” Lisa’s round script had me drive us to the beach naked and erect as she and Karen took turns with Raoul in the back seat to my intense and intended frustration. But it was Raoul who took the prize for the most inventive with his injunction to “Walk naked on the beach. And take the consequences .” So it was that we made our way to Pear Tree beach, where we stripped and set down our towels. And Lisa took a stroll. Walking down the beach to our spot, we had seen quite a few naked bodies of all kinds, shapes and sizes. The girls had enjoyed an eyeful of more than one artfully revealed cock and both Raoul and I had noted with pleasure the breasts and behinds on show. But it would be fair to say that Lisa was the dish of the day. She let her black hair down and strolled off across the sand, big breasts bouncing, head held high, looking every inch the provocateur we all knew her to be. We watched her wander off, seeing men and women sit up and take note, til she disappeared around a bend in the strand out of view. We three all laughed, with Raoul saying “She’ll not lack for company.” We spent the next 10 minutes chatting and wondering aloud what she was up to before Karen suddenly said, “let’s go find her.” We picked up our towels, which Raoul and i used to hide our inevitable erections, Karen grabbed the beach bag and we followed Lisa’s footprints. We expected to see her coming back towards us as we rounded the bend in the sand but she was nowhere to be seen. In fact, there was almost no one on that part of the beach, except for a small group of men by a wind break in the lee of the cliffs. Roaul shrugged. “Let’s ask them” he said, “maybe they’ve seen her.” We strolled over. As we got closer, we began to hear the sounds of sex. Coming from behind the windbreak we heard breathing then deep moaning then voices, male and female. And it was obvious as we approached that the three men we had seen were watching something. And wanking hard cocks as they watched. None of them stopped our approach - instead they all eyed up Karen for a moment before returning to the show. We joined them, now able to see. In the centre of three other men, Lisa was on all fours. She crawled on the sand between all three, stopping to suck each cock. One of the men held a small, brown bottle in his hand with his thumb over the open top. He offered it to Lisa who sniffed at it through both nostrils before groaning and grabbing a cock in each hand and taking the third in her mouth. “Fucking hell,” i heard Raoul gasp. A fourth man joined them, kneeling behind Lisa and licking her upturned arse. I felt Karen’s hand on my cock and heard her whisper “God this is horny”. Behind the windbreak, we watched Lisa licked and wanked to orgasm as her four companions spurted over her. She refused to fuck, as no one had any condoms, but no one seemed to mind. Outside it, i held Karen as two complete strangers fondled and sucked her to her own, shuddering orgasm. Raoul pulled himself off watching and Karen jerked and sucked the other two guys to explosion. In the end, i was the one left high and dry as the moment passed, everyone calmed down a little and we made our way back to the car. When we got there, Raoul said to Lisa, “well, well. You got busy!” She smiled at him and wrapped herself in her towel. “You did say to take the consequences,” she reminded him. “Hmm,” he half agreed, “i suppose i did.” Lisa asked “what was in that little bottle you were smelling, by the way?” Karen giggled. “You mean this little bottle?” She asked, producing it from the folds of her towel. On the bottle was printed Leather Cleaner in garish lettering. “I think you are going to like this” she promised. And believe me, we did. But that’s for another time.