Last summer I was dumped by my beloved and felt so sorry for myself, I barely went out. Finally my two friends took pity on me. They were planning a holiday somewhere hot and suggested I join them. "I don't want to play gooseberry!" I scowled. I knew they were taking their boyfriends and would probably spend the whole time loved-up, reminding me of what I was missing."No worries," Sharon told me, reassuring me with a hug and a bright smile. I decided I would go, just for the change of scene if nothing else.

So, a week later, I jetted off with Sharon and her bloke Carl and Louise and her fiance Mick. Carl and Mick were both good looking guys and nice to talk to. They made me feel at ease.

But once we arrived at the villa, Louise and Sharon started to piss me off. They were treating me like and invalid, asking if I was okay every ten seconds.

"I'm fine!" I would snap, feeling increasingly irritated.

It didn't help that I had to watch Carl and Mick fussing over the girls, underlining the point that I had no one.

But then, one afternoon, the heat making me horny and hot as I was watching Carl stroking lotion onto his chest, I realised that I missed sex more than I missed my boyfriend. He caught me looking and smiled back.

"Sharon, will you fetch me some water from inside?"

He said. I started to apply my own lotion in lazy circles, across my thighs and belly.

"Actually, I think I'll nip to the shop and get some crisps and things too." Sharon trilled, oblivious to the little show I was putting on for her man.

Once she had left, I glanced over at a softly snoring Louise and Mick on their loungers.

Then Carl and I locked eyes and lips. His mouth explored mine as he pressed my palm to his hard cock.

"Suck it you little whore." He instructed.

And I did as I was told. I took the length of him in my mouth and rocked back and forth as he played with my rock hard nipples.

"What's your game?"

Mick's voice whispherd on the breeze and into my ear. I didn't stop my work though.

As I felt Mick peel down my bikini bottoms I slid my eyes over to check Louise was still sleeping. Thankfully she was out for the count.

I was fucked every which way by the pair of them. Screams were stifled for low groans as we satisfied ourselves.

As I juddered to my climax, I heard sharons heels clacking on the stairs. I managed to finish and pull my bottoms back up before she appeared, non the wiser.

I am happy to say I carried on fucking their men all holiday. Whenever we were left alone I opened my legs and mouth and was filled with spunk. Sometimes I felt it dribbling out as Sharon and Louise smiled pityingly over at me. Or Carl would slide his finger into my pussy under the dinner table.

Yes, I was a slut, and I don't regret it. It was amazing!