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First Published: 23 April 2015

Holiday Romance
by Isabella

Story Code: MM/FF, m/g, Mm/g, Swing, First time, Under-age, Voyeurism

I got a massive surprise just after my twelfth birthday, totally out of the blue my parents announced that we were going on holiday, our first for as long as I could remember. We were going to the Isle of White; most people wouldn't get excited by that but to my family it was like going to Barbados for a fortnight.

Okay, it wasn't a five star hotel, it wasn't even a beach holiday, it was a double-wide chalet caravan, so loads of rooms for all the family. I quickly found the playground, swings, slides, a huge climbing frame and a roundabout. Even though there was a huge sign that all children should be supervised by a responsible adult, there were twelve of us playing, all around my age and no adults in sight.

I'd been told to be back at the caravan by dark but other kids had differing instructions. By six o'clock in the evening Paul Black, a fourteen year old boy from my home town and two years ahead of me in school, and I were the only ones left playing. It actually gets a little boring when there are only two people left on a park so I decided to head back to my caravan early.

I ran back to my holiday home, the door was open as the day was so hot, as were all of the windows. I ran in, I'd expected my mum and dad to be in the living room or kitchen as they weren't sitting outside the caravan, but both rooms were empty. The large bedroom at the back of the caravan, my parent's bedroom, had the only closed door in the place. I pushed the door open, as it swung slowly on its hinges, I could hear strange gasping, slapping and giggling noises, then I saw my mum's head on a pillow, then my dad kissed her, no, wait, not dad, the man kissing her wasn't my dad, it was another man, a stranger.

I couldn't work out what was going on at first, I looked around the room, my mum and the man she was kissing were both totally naked, he was in top of her, his body between her legs And he was bouncing up and down on top of her. Then I spotted another lady, she was naked as well, she was bending over the bed, looking down at my mum and the other man and my dad was behind her, that was where the slapping noise was coming from, my dad's belly, slapping against the other woman's bottom.

Shock! It dawned on me that my parents were being very rude and very naughty with someone else's parents and in the same room at the same time. I couldn't believe my eyes, I stepped back into the passageway and the bedroom door closed slowly and silently, eventually blocking the rude montage from my eyes.

I turned and ran for the outside, I'd just go back to the play area, even if Paul Black wasn't there, I'd just have to wait it out until it was dark by myself if necessary. I ran down the steps and bumped into Paul at the bottom, he was looking at a cooler box that was standing at the side of our caravan.

"Are my mum and dad in there Vicky?"

"What?"

"Our van's locked up and I think this is our cold box..." A man chose that moment to groan and swear "...sounds like my dad back there!"

The groan and expletive sounded like it came from the back of our caravan rather than inside. Paul ran to the back of our van and I followed him, there was a bicycle leaning against the back of our caravan and Paul used it to get up to the open window and look in. "You're a horny little bitch aren't you, always desperate for bigger cocks!"

I heard my mum giggle, then Paul said, "Can you pass me the keys to our van please dad?"

The strangers head passed through the opening, "Here, oh! I see you have a little friend with you, well don't use my bedroom, and don't let her father catch you!"

Paul took the key and jumped down from his two wheeled stepladder, he didn't even look at me, he just expected me to follow him, well it was obvious that I couldn't hang around our caravan, and just to prove the point, Paul's father said, "Come here and suck my cock until it's hard again if..."

I was too far away to hear the rest; I was walking at Paul's side and heading for the front of our caravan. He gestured to one of the handles on the large cold box for me to help him carry it to his caravan. The box must have been filled with lead it was so heavy, because I was struggling so much with the weight I didn't have the chance to talk with Paul as we struggled to his holiday home so I couldn't ask what his father had meant when he told Paul to keep out of his bedroom and why did his dad wink at me as he said it.

It was even harder to get the cool box up the steps up to the caravan's door and over the step into the van. Paul popped the cooler next to the cooker in the kitchen, then he took out a can of beer, popped it open, poured it into two plastic beakers and handed one to me.

"What're you doing, we're too young to drink beer!"

"Please yourself, my folks don't care if I drink, just as long as I don't go over the top."

I sat holding the beaker while I watched Paul drinking his dad's beer, eventually curiosity got the better of me and I took a sip and pulled a face because it was so bitter. Paul laughed at my discomfort and that really pissed me off, especially as I didn't want the beer in the first place. "I can sweeten it for you if you want to try again!"

Paul tipped an inch of lemonade into my beaker and encouraged me to try it again. Just an inch of lemonade on top of the beer made all the difference, the beer and lemonade didn't really mix and as I sipped at the drink I was getting a little of the beer through the lemonade and eventually all of the lemonade was gone and I was drinking neat beer without any problem.

"You want to practice kissing with me?"

I was a little shocked, more than a little actually, Paul was the first boy to ask me if I wanted him to kiss me, he wasn't the first boy that I had wanted to kiss or rather who I had wanted to kiss me but so far I still hadn't kissed a boy properly. Well, to say that Paul's offer to practice kissing with me almost made my heart stop beating for a moment before it suddenly skipped into life and raced to two hundred bets a minute was an understatement. My mouth went dry; the Gobi Desert had nothing on the dryness in my mouth even though I'd just taken a huge swallow of the beer.

Paul kissed me, he leaned in and just gave me a quick peck on my lips and he leaned back and drained his beaker of beer. He opened a second can of beer and filled his own beaker, then he poured more into my cup, he stopped short of the top, "You need more lemonade?"

I thought about it for a while, I'd gotten used to the taste so I shook my head, Paul took a mouthful of beer before he shuffled closer to me, then he lifted my chin and pressed his lips against mine but no quick peck this time, my eyes closed automatically. Paul slipped his hand to the back of my neck and pulled my face into his harder. We maintained the position for over ten minutes; the only movement was from Paul as he rotated his face slightly to grind his lips against mine like you see stars in films kissing.

I didn't have much in the way of breasts yet but that didn't stop Paul's other hand from exploring that part of my body, rubbing all over the outside of my t-shirt before pulling my shirt out of my skirt and drubbing all over my bare chest before breaking off our kiss to say, "Take your t-shirt off!"

"No, I can't!"

Paul moved away from me, took his drink in his hand and took a huge gulp before burping, "Take it off or you can go and wait in the play area for your parents to stop having sex with mine!"

I thought hard, 'He's already felt all over my chest so why not take my shirt off for him, better than waiting on the playground, on my own, for it to get dark."

Paul's face changed into a broad smile as he watched my hands fiddling with the hem of my t-shirt while I made up my mind but Paul was in no doubt that I would take my top off for him, I guess that even though I was taking my time in doing it, I was in no doubt either. Paul pushed the issue slightly by starting to unbutton his shirt; he was wearing a short sleeved white nylon shirt with a button-down collar.

My mouth went dry again as Paul slipped his shirt off, he was quite muscular for a fourteen year old boy and he had three or four dark hairs on his chest. I thought back to an hour earlier when I first saw Paul's father as he was fucking my mother, he was extremely hairy, like a gorilla and had fantastic muscle definition as well. Paul threw his shirt to the end of the long sofa we were sitting on. I bit the bullet, turned my back to Paul and swiftly pulled my T-shirt off and cast it in the same direction as Paul's shirt.

I held my right arm across my chest as I turned back to face Paul, not that there was any reason for my shyness as there were only small bumps in the flesh of my chest where my brests would begin to grow very soon. Paul smiled at my shyness and then slid up close to me again, as his lips pressed into mine his right hand started sliding all over my back and his left hand eased my right arm away from my chest so he could feel around my chest again, I opened my eyes to check that his were closed, they were, so, satisfied, I allowed him to move my left arm out of the way as I closed my eyes again.

We kissed for ten minutes as Paul explored my upper body and then he kissed my cheek, we both had our eyes open now, then he kissed my neck and down to my collarbone as he rubbed the tips of his fingers all over the dark pink surrounds to my nipples, they reacted to his touch by puckering up a little but my nipples didn't harden under his touch as I expected them too.

There was no doubting now that Paul was looking at my chest, as he kissed down to my nipples his left hand slipped down over my belly to the waistband of my skirt. He rubbed back and forth over my belly with three fingers on my belly and one on the top of my skirt. Paul applied pressure with his head against my chest, pushing me backwards until my back hit the seat cushion. Paul's hand slipped off of my belly and he reached down for my legs and pushed them up onto the seat and turned me around until I was lying along the seat with my left arm pressing against the back cushion and all without his mouth leaving my nipple.

He pushed himself up and looked down at me, from my black sandals to the top of my head, taking everything in in-between. He rolled his body around, pivoting on one bum cheek until he lined up with me at my left hand side, he didn't really have enough room so he pulled the back cushion out from my side and threw it over the dining table onto the seat on the opposite side of the van.

I was pushed over again until my right arm pressed against the wall of the van, he smiled at me and then lay at my side and his bare chest half covered my chest as he kissed me on my mouth again. he pressed his tongue against my lips, pushing hard until I opened my mouth for him and his tongue wriggled into my mouth like a snake and as he did that, his left hand rubbed over my knees before he started rubbing up towards my skirt.

We kissed for another ten minutes as his hand crept closer to my knickers under my skirt, then he broke off again, lifted his head, I opened my eyes and looked up into his eyes before looking down at where his hand was under my skirt, his progress upwards had been halted because my skirt was trapped under my legs and bottom. As I was looking down Paul slid his left knee over my leg and he rubbed himself against my skirt covered hip.

I could feel his hardness through his shorts and my skirt and looked over to see the bulge in the front of his shorts, the bulge wasn't massive but bigger than I expected, I'd only ever seen my cousin's cock up to that point, he was almost two and my aunty often changed his nappy while I watched her so I knew the mechanics of how a boy worked. How my cousin's cock would be soft until my aunty rubbed it clean and then it would grow hard, "I know it looks wrong Vicky but if he doesn't get hard it's just a lot harder to do this..." She would get his cock hard and then pull back the skin so that his inner mushroom popped out. "...if I don't make sure he's clean under here he'll get a bad infection, you'll be doing this yourself to a boy one day soon!"

My aunty always smiled and winked at the comment that I'd be doing that to a boy one day soon, I never really questioned the wink before but now, lying here in the caravan's sofa that doubled as a single bed or even a double bed if it were needed, it dawned on me that she hadn't meant with a son of my own one day but much sooner than that. Lying next to Paul with his cock rubbing against my hip I realised why my aunty smiled, I'd probably be doing that to a boy rather than my own son as the one came before the other!

Paul was kissing my neck and put his lips against my ear and whispered, "Undo my trousers for me!"

My eyes flashed from his covered cock to his face, he looked totally serious, I needed to swallow but my saliva was far too thick and it was hard to breath or swallow. It took my hands an age to respond to my brain's instructions. I knew that I should say no to undoing Paul's shorts for him but I was getting far more pleasure from my afternoon with Paul than I'd had in my life before and I knew that if I said no that would be the end of my fun.

It took ages to get his belt open, the first part was easy, getting the lose end of the leather out of his belt loops and the brass bar of the buckle but pulling the belt tight enough to get the pin out of the hole from the awkward position I was lying in, in the end Paul sucked his belly in to help me out. There was no button at the waistband of his shorts but a kind of hook and eye arrangement like at the waist of my skirt but on his shorts the hook part was a half an inch wide and a little longer and went under a flat bar on the other side. As soon as I'd got the top open the zipper seemed to take care of itself and rolled down an inch or two.

I was looking down at the front of his trousers as the zipper slipped lower, he wasn't wearing underpants so his hard cock soon came into view, his mushroom head was already visible and there didn't seem to be enough skin around it to cover the end like on my cousin who seemed to have an inch of empty skin hanging over the end of his cock.

Paul lifted his hips, "Push them down for me."

I pushed his shorts down to his knees and he kissed me again, he rolled back so that his left leg was over my left leg again and his left hand slipped under my skirt again, we had another ten minutes kissing and as we kissed Paul was trying to pull the front of my skirt higher, the tips of his fingers could just reach the leg hole of my knickers as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.

"Vicky, lift your bum up a little please."

This time I didn't even think about it, I just dug in with my shoulders and heels and lifted myself and Paul an inch off of the seat. Paul was putting so much pressure trying to get his hand up my skirt that as soon as the pressure was off of the back of my skirt it catapulted up to form a belt around my middle and my knickers were almost totally exposed.

Paul was now rubbing his bare cock against my thigh and hip as we kissed again; his cockhead was hot and sticky and left a wet trail in my skin wherever it touched me. He began inching his body up mine slightly until his cock touched the side of my knickers, then he slipped his left hand over, pushed his cock hard against my hip so that his cockhead slipped under the cotton of my knickers. His movements decreased, just small humps so that his cock didn't slip out of my knickers, then he kissed down my neck and over to my collarbone where he started to suck and nip my flesh alternately as his body slowly eased over mine a fraction of an inch at a time and his cock started to move off of my thigh and began to slide in that valley of soft shin between my pubic mound and my hip. As more of his cock was covered by my knickers he moved a little more so his cock rubbed against more of me and he moved a little faster.

His cock was so close to my special private place that I was starting to panic, did I want to go this far, he was two years older than me, fourteen was probably a perfect age for a boy to have sex but was twelve a good age for a girl to try it, could I even do it, Paul's cock was a monster compared to my cousin's cock, would it even fit inside me. 'Hold on a minute you stupid girl; opportunities like this don't come along every day of the week. Don't over think things, just as long as it doesn't hurt too much do whatever you can because mum and dad might not let you out of their sight again until you're twenty-one.'

Paul started pulling the leg hole of my knickers to one side so that my pocket was exposed and he could slip a little further across my body and now the head of his cock was dribbling slime over the beginning of the gash leading down to my pocket. 'Don't ask me why my mother insisted on me calling my private place my pocket when I couldn't actually carry anything in it, mind you, I believe I'm about to find out whether Paul can fit something in my pocket any moment'

Panic started to set in, I had already started my periods so I knew that in theory I could fall pregnant and in sex education classes they drummed it into us that a boy was dangerous from the moment his cock entered our bodies, 'Wait a dog gone minute! There was something about keeping safe, or was it safety period. I had a vague memory of something about being safe for a week before my period started and five days after it ends, just when did I have my last bleed?'

While I was pondering on if or when it would be safe to have sex Paul was already going to work on my eggs. His cock was already half way inside and butting up against my hymen, the discomfort brought my head out of my sex education exercise book and I looked down between our bodies just as Paul threw all of his weight into blasting through the barrier!

I cried out in pain as the head of his cock tore through the skin inside my vagina and I was trying to push his body off of mine but he just held on tight and rode out my pain, he judged the point that I was calming down and he began to roll his hips so his cock slipped in and out a fraction of an inch until I hooked my feet over his hips and crossed my feet behind his back and he got down to the serious business of fucking me.

I was just starting to climb the pleasure trail under Paul's body when there was the sound of clapping from the open caravan doorway, I opened my eyes and twisted my mouth away from Paul's to look in the direction if the caravan's front door. Paul's father was standing in the doorway clapping his hands as he watched his son deflower me.

"Well done son, all the way, naked and fucked in just under an hour, just tell me that you haven't given the stupid little cow your real name or address!" "I didn't have to pops, she goes to my school and you were just fucking her mum in her caravan, she knows exactly who I am and where we live!"

Paul's father looked disappointed until Paul told him who my mother was. His dad thought for a moment and then pulled his t-shirt off over his head and dropped his shorts and underpants to the floor, he stepped out of his puddle of clothes and walked over towards us, he had his cock in his hand and was rubbing it up and down to breathe new life into it.

Paul continued fucking me as his dad approached, he picked up a cushion and prised my shoulders off of the seat, slipped the cushion under my shoulder blades and pushed my forehead right back so that I was looking upside down, then he knelt above my head with his knees either side of my shoulder and as Paul took me to my first ever full climax with a boy, his father fed his cock into my mouth and made me suck him.

We were still all in that position when Paul's mother walked in on us, "Who's she?"

"The daughter of our fuck buddies from chalet eighty-five!"

"Well, you'd better finish up with her quick, as soon as her parents get their breaths back they'll start to wonder where she's got too."

Paul slipped into overdrive and bounced up and down on top of me far faster and suddenly there was a strained sound coming from his throat and his body stiffened and stopped moving for a moment, then his body shuddered once, twice and a third and final time. Paul's mum said, "Stop, don't pull out yet, it may be too late already but if she was a virgin you'd better slip something under her arse, just in case she's bleeding."

Paul was handed a towel and he forced it under my bum before pulling his cock out of my cunt. It was a little too late, there was a stain on the seat but it was nothing to the stain that spread out on the towel as Paul's spunk flooded out of my body and carried my maidenhead blood with it.

My t-shirt was thrust into my hands along with one of Paul's mother's tampons, "You'd better get dressed, and stick this tampon inside until you stop bleeding!"

"I'm not allowed to use tampons, they might..."

"I think it's too late to worry about your hymen my girl, Paul's done that well and truly, just don't make the mistake of telling your parent's what you've been up too in here tonight!"

I dressed and ran back to our holiday caravan, My mum was dressed in her dressing gown and nothing else and my dad had his pyjama bottoms on but they were both out on the road looking for me."

"Where've you been Vicky?"

"I've been playing, it's only just dark and you told me not to come back until it was dark!"

"Yes but it's after nine o'clock, what could you possibly have been doing until nine o'clock?"

'Well, the same as you two were doing, I was fucking one of the Black family, just like you two!' Went through my mind but what came out was, "Just hanging out around the playground and then the amusement arcade."

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