2.3

With a wink, Sinead walked up to the flat rock holding a bottle of cider. The big naked redhead smiled at me, pulled the top off the bottle, and then held it up high above me, letting its contents pour down right onto my sloppy, soft cock. I winced as the cold cider hit my manhood, and then dribbled and splashed all over my lolling nut-sack.

"Cheers, lad," Sinead said with a laugh as she emptied the remainder of the bottle all over my crotch. "This will clean you up...this will get all that fanny off you."

Confident and striking in her beauty, Sinead wiped the cider all over my cock and balls with her hands. She rubbed my cock back and forth a little, smiled wickedly, and then bent down over me, her long, red hair hanging down and sensually brushing against my heavily ridged abdomen.

With a smile, Sinead then took my flaccid cock in her right hand and felt the weight of it, moving it around slowly and carefully in her cool, pleasing palm. The fit Irish lass then raised my cock high, and let it slap loudly and comically back down on my balls. She then picked it up and let it drop again, like she was determining how much life was left in it.

"You've got such a big willy," Sinead said with a smile. "But it's like a strand of overcooked spaghetti...limp."

"Can you get it back up, Sinead?" I asked, sounding almost like a family member enquiring as to whether a loved one could be brought back from the dead.

"I'll try, lad," Sinead said with a smile. "There are a few other girls that want to get on too. Emer will fucking kill someone if she doesn't get a jump on your pogo stick!"

As the other girls watched while drinking and chatting to each other, Sinead fondled my limp, cider-splattered member gently, pleasingly peeling my wet foreskin back to reveal my purple cock-head. Sinead then slid her hand up and down the shaft of my cock, and I started to stiffen ever so slightly.

"Good lad," Sinead cooed as she saw me engorging. "Good lad."

With a smile, Sinead then dropped her head and took me in her mouth, her long red hair now fanning out all over my bare torso and groin. The fit Irish lass took in my swelling head and then moved down the shaft. I shuddered with pleasure and excitement. Sinead didn't get close to taking it all, but she worked her head furiously up and down as much of my shaft as she could.

I soon got hot and very worked up, turned on by being blown by one girl in front of so many others. I watched with unbridled joy as Sinead's flame-haired head bobbed up and down enthusiastically between my luridly spread legs. The Irish girl's technique was great, with her tongue flicking around my head, and then her lips sucking hard up and down the shaft.

Then, after a few minutes of Sinead's expert and very generous sucking, my huge cock stiffened completely, and I was once again ragingly and excitingly erect. I was well and truly ready for more.

Sinead drew her head back from my cock with a slurping pop, stood off to my side for a second, and then pointed at my hard cock with a big smile. The remaining Irish girls yet to fuck me all cheered and clapped appreciatively.

"Okay, I'm getting on, lad," Sinead said with a smile. "I'll try not to hurt you!"

"You're so beautiful," I said with a sincere smile. "Do whatever you want to me."

"Thanks, lad," the gorgeous Sinead said quietly.

With an obvious and attractive agility, Sinead bounded up onto the rock and gracefully straddled me, almost like an equestrian easily mounting a horse. She moved around searchingly and soon positioned her vulva right above my cock-head. With a soft grunt, Sinead's lips opened and she bore down on me.

Sliding up and down on me, Sinead leaned forward alluringly, letting her big, bare, firm breasts dangle into my waiting mouth. I licked and sucked at her large, pink areolae and nipples, working them with my tongue until they stiffened.

I kept enthusiastically at Sinead's beautifully hanging breasts like a starving man attacking fruit dangling from a branch. Her flesh tasted sweet, and her quiet moaning and groaning was a major turn-on.

Sinead came a few moments later, her body slumping only slightly on top of mine. She then planted a sweet, warm kiss on my lips. The fit Irish girl mouthed the words "Thank you", and then gracefully dismounted me, moving skillfully off the flat rock, and then back towards her post-coital pals.

I sucked in a few hard, deep breaths, and looked down to happily see that my cock was still hard. I looked up and gulped, however, when I realised it was finally the bigmouth behemoth Emer's turn to have her way with me.

With a wicked smile, the heavy-set Irish girl vigorously wiped her mouth, and then inconsiderately threw her empty bottle into the nearby ocean with a splash. This instantly made me dislike her even more.

The big Irish lass lumbered toward me, the thick folds of fat around her midsection wobbling and jiggling as she walked. Emer's large, sloppy breasts literally slapped together, swinging back and forth like a clock with two pendulums. The fat on her thighs moved around like two large bowls of jelly. There was nothing hard or angular on Emer, except for her attitude.

I'd had many hot, sexy, wonderful experiences with considerably bigger girls - real BBWs - but Emer was close to being one of the largest women I'd ever fucked. She was big, and I'd never seen a huge, lolling belly like hers on a girl before.

I was slightly nervous about the big lass climbing on top of me considering her size, and she was a deeply unpleasant character as well. Of this group of Irish party girls, Emer was definitely the one I would have opted out of being fucked by.

"Get ready to get fucked, lad!" Emer barked to a chorus of laughs as she lumbered toward me. "I bet you've never had one as big as me!"

"I'm ready for you," I said good-naturedly, not wanting to piss the enormous Emer off. "Jump on! I've been waiting for you! You talk a lot...let's see how you fuck."

"Ooooh, you cheeky little fucker," Emer said with a big laugh, and pushed her curly blonde hair back from her face. "I like it! You little Aussie fucker!"

Smiling like the cat that ate the cream, Emer struggled up onto the rock, and then literally rolled her big, lumpen form on top of me. I felt Emer's warm, soft flesh all over me as her breasts splayed right across my chest and then hung down over my sides. I could smell the booze, vape smoke, and body odour all over her. My cock softened ever so slightly.

Grunting and groaning with the effort, Emer then pushed herself up with her hands, and sat up on my stomach. I grunted as I took her weight, and Emer then got up on her knees, breathing heavily the whole time.

Once she was up above me, the big Irish girl grabbed my erect cock aggressively and then guided it harshly into the thick folds of her deeply buried vulva. I felt softness, wetness and warmth, and I knew I was inside her.

"Oh, yeah...you fucking bitch!" Emer bellowed at me. "You are getting fucked, lad! You are getting gang-banged, bitch! By a bunch of girls!"

Emer then proceeded to bounce and jump all over me, her breasts banging together and her belly slopping up and down. Emer's pussy, however, felt amazing, almost silken in its touch. I felt her enormous butt slamming down onto my balls, and I thrust back toward her with as much power as I could muster.

"Work it, bitch," Emer grunted. "Get that willy up me!"

I continued to thrust away, hopefully pushing Emer to an orgasm so the weighty lass would pull herself off me sooner. After what seemed like an eternity, Emer finally began to moan and whimper with more force, and I realised she was about to climax.

With a loud shriek, Emer's flabby body convulsed, and she came, soft flesh jiggling everywhere, and sweat dripping off every inch of her corpulent frame. Emer bucked a few more times and then suddenly stopped with a big sigh. Without even looking at me, she hauled herself messily off my sweaty body, and then almost slid off the large, flat rock.

"You're big, but I've had better," Emer muttered as she walked away, her heavily dimpled butt cheeks almost twerking with the movement of her body. "You're nothing special."

Unquestionably insulted by Emer's scathing comments, but glad to have the blowsy, heavy-set bigmouth off me, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked to see four more girls in the line. Emer's unpleasantness had stopped me from getting anywhere near coming, so I was exhausted but ready for more.

Two of the girls then moved hesitantly toward me. Both were barefoot, blonde, and wearing short summer dresses, which made me assume they'd already removed their underwear underneath. They seemed a lot more uncertain than the other girls, who had all fucked me gleefully and without a hint of hesitation.

"I'm Louise," said the first girl quietly in a thick Irish accent, and then pointed at her friend, "and this is Shannon. We just want to jump on you for a few seconds, yeah?"

"Oh, okay," I said, slightly confused, and smiled. "Yeah, whatever...I'm not really in a position to argue, am I?"

"No, I think we've got you safely outnumbered," Shannon said with a smile. "You might lose your bollocks if you do anything too cheeky. The girls are in charge here, lad."

"We've both got boyfriends," Louise explained with a frown. "But we've talked about it, and we really want to feel your willy inside us. It's so big..."

"My boyfriend's a great guy, but his willy is only small," Shannon added. "I feel really bad about this, but I really want to feel yours inside me, just to see what it's like and all. I've never been with a lad as big as you."

"We don't want to come or have too much fun," Louise said. "Getting your willy up us is bad enough, but we just want the experience, you know? Of having one so big?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, and lightly fondled my cock to keep it upright. "You won't regret it?"

"I'd regret it if I didn't, I know that," Louise said with a sigh, and then climbed up onto the rock.

I only have two real rules when it comes to my sordid, seamy sex life: I don't mess around with girls under eighteen, and I don't fuck married women, or even women in relationships. I try to stick by these rules, even if it means missing out on a fuck now and then.

I've never broken the first rule, but I've been forced to cross the other line a few times, and I never feel good about myself afterwards. In the middle of being gang-banged by ten drunken Irish girls, however, I didn't feel the time was right for moral outrage.

Louise slid herself slowly onto my cock, and then stopped, simply sitting still with me inside her. Her pussy was appealingly slick and tight, and I would have been more than happy for her to grind her way to an orgasm on top of me.

"Oh, my god," Louise said. "It feels huge inside me...oh, my god, it's almost like I'm being fisted!"

Despite her excitement, Louise admiringly maintained her promise to herself, and slid off me after just a couple of brief strokes. She then stood sentry earnestly while Shannon did the same, making sure her friend didn't attempt to get herself off or have any fun while she had my stiff cock inside her.

As Louise and Shannon walked off arm in arm and giggling, I looked down to see two more girls in the line. They were both talking animatedly, one amusingly fully nude, and the other absent-mindedly fingering herself under her summer dress. I almost called out to them before the naked girl looked around and saw that I was vacant, so to speak.

With a broad smile and loud giggle, the naked girl came bounding toward me, her mid-size breasts bouncing beautifully up and down in the night air. I was instantly captivated by her light, long, orange hair, the tattoos that snaked across her lithe, supple, fit-looking body, and the appealing smoothness of her waxed vulva.

"Hi, I'm Maeve," said the naked redhead, and I realised she was the lass that worked in a massage parlour. "I see a lot of willies in my line of work, but I've never seen anything like that. So long and thick...incredible. Cor, that is a fucking monster!"

With a sense of real casualness and ease, Maeve surprisingly spat into her hand, wiped it between her legs, and then climbed up on top of me. There was something decidedly no-nonsense about Maeve, presumably as a result of what she did for a living.

Maeve slid down onto me with ease, and my cock entered her like it was the most natural thing in the world. The pretty redhead leaned forward and put her hands on my chest, getting a little vaginal traction, while she pushed back and down onto me.

"Are you having fun?" Maeve asked, only slightly breathlessly. "Or is it too humiliating? It's not like we're raping you, is it?"

"Fuck, no...this is great," I responded with some difficulty as Maeve slid around sexily on top of me. "I've done a lot of fucked up shit. This is incredible...fucking so many women."

"Well, I think we're the ones doing the fucking," Maeve responded with a smile in her thick Irish accent. "You're just our toy. You're like a dildo with a lad at the end of it."

"Yeah, of course...great," I replied with a slightly sour smirk. "I've got no problem with that."

"You don't mind us all playing with you and seeing your willy?" Maeve asked. "Most men don't like to be used or put on display."

"I love it...I'm actually a bit of an exhibitionist," I admitted.

"Well, of course you are with that willy," the amusingly chatty Maeve said with a giggle while she slid up and down on my cock. "You probably show all the Aussie girls!"

"As many as I can," I replied with a laugh. "I like to get nude."

"I'll bet you do," Maeve responded. "I like that you really look after yourself. Most lads are a mess."

"I spend a lot of time in the gym," I replied as I thrust myself gently up and into Maeve. "I get a lot of exercise. I really try to stay fit and in great shape."

"That's grand, lad," Maeve said with a smile. "I like that you wax all your body hair off too. That's sexy. You've barely got pubes!"

"I like to keep it clean and smooth," I responded. "Most ladies seem to like it."

"Yeah, it's great," the very chatty Maeve said, still gently fucking me. "I work at Trixie's...it's a massage parlour in Surry Hills...and I hate massaging guys covered in hair. My fingers get caught up in their hair when I'm rubbing them down, and it makes things difficult, you know?"

"I can imagine," I said. "Trixie's, huh?"

"Yeah," Maeve smiled. "It's a nice rub and tug place. If you're ever feeling horny from Wednesday to Sunday night, come in and I'll jerk you off for half-price. Maybe blow you too. I'll show you off to the other girls."

"Wow," I said with a smile. "That would be amazing, Maeve. I might just take you up on that. I'm always horny..."

"Oh...oh...oh," Maeve said suddenly with a high pitched squeal. "I'm coming...I'm coming, Matt...ooooh, yes!"

Maeve shuddered and shook for a few seconds, and then sucked in a deep breath. She looked down at me and smiled, seemingly already over the quickest and most low-key female orgasm I'd ever witnessed in my entire life. I smiled back up at her warmly.

"Thanks, Matt," Maeve said with a little giggle, and then slid up and off my still stiff cock. "You're a cute one. Remember...come to Trixie's if you get horny."

"Thanks, Maeve," I said, and the pretty redhead smiled at me over her shoulder as she walked over to her friends. "I'll definitely keep that in mind."

I looked over at where the line of my laughing, screaming Irish gang-bangers had once snaked across the rocks, and was greeted by the sight of just one lone girl in the semi-darkness.

Still luridly and vigorously fingering herself under her sun dress, the very beautiful girl looked at me and smiled. She let her hands drop from her crotch, and then slowly, teasingly lifted her dress up over her head.

With a sexy flourish, she then pulled it off completely, pleasingly revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear underneath. The girl dropped her dress casually onto the rocks. My last gang-banger was now totally nude, and she looked absolutely wonderful.

"I'm Ciara," the sexy brunette said with a wink as she approached me to the claps and cheers of her friends, all of whom were in the process of putting their temporarily discarded clothes back on. "I'm your last girl, yeah? You made it! Your willy didn't fall off!"

Ciara was average height, with black curls tumbling down over her soft, supple shoulders. She was pleasingly curvy, with nice, large, perfectly formed breasts and big, round hips. Her eyes were a dark, soulful brown, and her pale-skinned body was heavily tattooed and literally built for sex. The stunningly nude Ciara looked like a very good way in which to end this debauched experience.

"It looks like you're it," I said with a smile. "I've still got a bit left for you. You're very beautiful, Ciara."

"Good lad," Ciara said with a wink. "I'm sure you've got some juice left in those massive cum-tanks. I've been playing with myself on and off the whole time, so I'm pretty hot, yeah? Can we try and come together? We must both be on the edge? Let's end this gang-bang with a real bang, lad! What do you say? Simultaneous orgasm!"

"Let's do it," I said with grim determination. "Mission accepted."

Ciara climbed up onto the rock, and straddled me with a big smile. She reached back and then enthusiastically stroked my cock a few times to get it to maximum hardness. I felt my already stiff member get even stiffer, almost like it was about to burst. Ciara then clasped it gently but firmly, and guided it into her wet, hot, welcoming pussy.

Ciara's slick womanhood enveloped me, and shivers of pleasure raced through my tiring body. I felt her soft, smooth butt bear down on my hard-working balls, and the smell of her perfume wafted pleasingly into my nostrils.

I moaned loudly as Ciara pushed down on me, her lips spreading for me with just a hint of difficulty. Ciara was tight, and my cock had a little trouble pushing right into her. I thrust upwards, and felt myself enter her completely.

My taut butt felt scratched and battered from being pushed into the flat rock beneath it for so long, while feelings of mild pain and exhaustion coursed through my sweat-slicked body. I fought through the discomfort and focused on the beautiful Ciara, gazing on lustfully as her sweaty breasts slapped together while she fucked me.

We writhed and slid against each other in perfect harmony. I sat up to suck on Ciara's firm breasts, and she bent down to make it easier for me. She ran her hands all over my rock-hard pecs and abs, cooing gently the whole time. We kissed passionately and then looked each other in the eyes.

"So sexy," Ciara muttered. "So sexy..."

"So are you, Ciara," I replied. "So are you..."

I eased my thrusting until I heard and felt Ciara beginning to climax. The Irish brunette started moaning more intensely, and ran her fingers sexily through her dark, curly hair, bumping and grinding furiously on me. As she got even closer to coming, I pushed even harder into Ciara, really ramming my cock upwards and into her.

"Oh, fuck," Ciara grunted.

We both screamed and then grabbed each other to embrace. Semen shot out of me and right into Ciara, who continued to slide up and down on me. Her body started to quiver as she came, and I held onto her tight. We shook into each other, and embraced until we'd both climaxed completely. Ciara collapsed into me with a loud sigh.

"Oh, my god," Ciara said wearily. "We came..."

"We did indeed," I replied, and held Ciara even tighter. "We came together..."

As we held each other, a chorus of giggles, clinking bottles, rowdy chatter and lightly rolling ocean waves formed the backdrop to the quiet aftermath of our all-too-brief bout of lovemaking. I felt Ciara's hot breath in my ear, and enjoyed the sensation of her hands on my bare chest. The Irish beauty eventually pulled away from me and smiled

"That was very sweet," Ciara said quietly. "I haven't orgasmed with someone else for quite a while. That was lovely. Thanks, Matt."

"Well, thank you," I responded quickly. "You did most of the hard work."

Ciara laughed and slid gracefully down the flat rock. Still naked and giggling, she walked back to her friends, now the only nude girl left in the group. The Irish girls all laughed and talked, taking big slugs from their bottles and cans, and occasionally looking over at me.

I sat up on the rock, and then slowly hauled myself down off it. I stood cautiously, and felt genuine pain rumbling through my body. Being fucked by ten girls had taken its toll on me. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck.

I stood nude and confused, my muscled body covered in a bizarre mix of perspiration, sticky cider, traces of female perfume, and musky lashings of feminine essence. I was a mess, and I felt a sudden compulsion to get out of there. I didn't want to hang around and chat. I was desperate to get home for a hot shower and a big, fat joint.

Just as I was plotting my exit, the smiling Shauna walked up to me, holding my shirt, shorts, and slides in her outstretched hands. My underwear, however, was nowhere to be seen, presumably souvenired by one of the girls.

I'd lost many, many pairs of expensive underwear over the years -- and I'd had many pairs stolen and ripped apart by eager women too -- and I often regretted my favouring of pricey Calvin Klein fitted boxers.

My cowboy hat, meanwhile, still sat cutely on Shauna's pretty, blonde-curled head. As my gorgeous Irish denuder approached, all of the other Irish girls stopped briefly and then applauded me, throwing a few wolf-whistles and cat-calls in amongst the madness.

"Thanks, Matt," birthday girl Siobhan said with a smile. "You were a great birthday gift."

"You just got fucked, lad!" the increasingly annoying Emer yelled coarsely. "You fucking pussy! We fucked the shit out of you and you just took it! You wimp! You fucking Aussie bitch!"

"Oh, shut up, Emer," the gorgeously strapping and confident redhead Sinead said quietly but forcefully, and everybody laughed. "Give it a rest, lass."

I waved at the group of happily drunken Irish party girls, and felt a river of warm pleasure roll through my exhausted body as I looked across their pretty faces and wonderfully diverse array of bodies.

These Irish girls had all fucked me and dominated me, and it was an experience I wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. I'd been taken - again and again and again and again - and I loved every sweaty second of it.

"I'll be needing that back, young lady," I said, and deftly plucked my cowboy hat from Shauna's pretty head.

"You weren't exactly the cowboy tonight, that's for sure," Shauna said with a cheeky smile as I put my hat back on my head. "You were the horse, lad...and we all rode you hard."