This is adapted from a story I posted in another sub a few months back - hope you enjoy it!

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I keep telling him we can’t… But squirming on his lap really isn’t helping my case.

I can’t help myself though, hips rolling without control – every breathless kiss making my head spin, getting me wetter.

If I’d really been trying to resist, I wouldn’t have spent so long chatting with him on the beach; sun setting, laid on my front on the lounger while he sat in the sand next to me.

I could have sent him on his way any time... Instead we’ve been talking for hours, his friends bringing us drinks from the bar next to the boat shack.

I guess I just chose to ignore the attention he lavished on my body, his stare lingering on my ass, drifting to my chest before fixing on my lips. That smile though… Those hazel eyes and peach-brown skin… I’d been watching him play with his friends in the surf long before he caught me looking and came over.

I should have called time on it well before the boat shack closed up for the evening; his suggestion that me and my girlfriends join his group at a place further down the beachfront.

I made a half-hearted attempt to resist, I suppose – glancing at my tits spilling out of this tiny bikini top before querying the dress code.

"No problem..." He answers, staring with a hunger that makes me blush and melt.

The place is packed, only space available a seat in a cramped corner where his friends have set up camp. My girls are happy to stand at the bar, chat with some local talent and see if they can score some drinks… My new man takes my hand, sits and pulls me – uncomplaining – onto his lap.

I was only supposed to be out sunbathing for the afternoon – top up my tan for a few hours before getting ready for another night in town. I’m really not dressed for this... This bikini the smallest I own, strings and tiny triangles strategically placed to avoid obscenity, but otherwise maxing out the skin on show… It’s depraved how much of me is exposed right now, wide ass spread over his thighs, little thong disappearing between my cheeks. I feel like the whole bar is looking.

His arm around my waist pulls gently, and before I know it I’m falling into him. Breasts crushed against his broad, bare chest, my pulse spiking... I look up before I move to push away, lips parted and inviting, body singing with need.

And now we’re kissing... Lines blurred and crossed, all my good intentions evaporating in the heat of this moment.

Within seconds I’m lost to it, worries about our audience falling away so that all that’s left is the two of us. His lips soft over mine, tongues gently searching… Eyes closed, I hear my breathing become ragged over a thin ringing in my ears that seems to make the music in the bar recede. My body's on fire, furnace between my legs melting my inhibitions in a way that makes my hands tremble and my heart race.

We can’t…

I can’t…

I can feel his dick against my ass. So fucking hard – thick too...

I’m a fucking mess down there now, little thong bikini bottoms not cut out to deal with my throbbing pussy in full flow... I can feel it smear between my thighs each time I shift my weight.

I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve left a wet spot on his shorts – hopefully he’ll think it’s him though. I’m pretty sure he’s leaking almost as much as I am.

I can’t give in…

This is exactly what I promised my boyfriend I wouldn’t do.

This is what he'd been worried about when I shared Izzy’s plans for her graduation celebration. Ibiza… Girl’s trip – no partners…

The other two had already admitted they’d no intention of being good this week – I’d been the hold out; Little Miss Monogamy on her high horse.

"Whatever..." Izzy had said – "But what happens here, stays here, yeah?" I’d agreed, never thinking I’d be the first to lean on that code of silence.

My pussy’s aching now, plump lips throbbing; gently parted around this thong where it’s ridden up after all my squirming.

I need this guy’s cock. There’s no use pretending about where this is going now…

My nipples are so fucking hard. He makes me groan when he starts playing with my breasts. I just want him to tear into me though, take what he wants. I love it when guys suck on my tits, playing it cool until they can’t hold back – snuffling and moaning when they lose themselves and their self-control… Never fails to turn me into a puddle of gasping need… I want it so fucking much.

He pulls back from our kiss for a moment, looking at his boys around the table. It’s darker now, last daylight long gone, lights in the bar low. Our little corner almost totally dark…

His friends maneuver around us, shuffling chairs to screen the booth seat and our dark corner. Their eyes are burning, mouths open – watching my body. I know each and every one of them would fuck me right now if they had the chance. Maybe I want that… I don’t know… Right now, all I can think about is this gorgeous man and the rock-hard cock straining under my thigh.

As soon as we’re hidden, he sits up straight, helps me straddle him. Tall and muscular, strong enough to lift me like I’m nothing close to the curvy slut I know I am. His hands look huge against my heavy cheeks, spreading my ass for his boys to see…

He pulls me close to grind against his dick while he shows me off to the rest of the table. His cock feels fucking huge... hot length making me whimper and groan while I grind my needy pussy against what's straining under his shorts.

Sliding spindly straps off my shoulders, I pull his mouth to my aching tits. I can’t resist any longer – Fuck whoever’s looking… In fact, if we’re putting on a show, then let’s make it a good one.

He’s rough, squeezing a tight handful of flesh while he sucks hard over my nipple. It’s intense, bringing an instant shooting arc of arousal that lances through me and down to my clit. An accompanying little gush when he bites down… It’s incredible.

I’m wetter than I can ever remember, shocked when I reach back to pull my thong to one side, knuckles coated, tips of my fingers sliding through the desire clinging to my smooth slit. There’s a low murmur of awe from the guys opposite and I look back, blushing, to the sight of them stiff and stroking over their shorts.

My man pauses, lifting lips from my tender, reddened nipples just long enough to encourage me to sit up on my knees while he slides his shorts down. That big prick springs out ready, smacking my ass with a satisfying weighty thud. It’s too much for me.

I’m done waiting... I need it. Right. Fucking. Now.

Reaching back to grip that gorgeous fat cock, I don’t care how much of a dirty little slut I look - getting fucked in the corner of a busy bar while four guys watch.

I don’t fucking care. I need this.

I pause for a heartbeat while the tip eases into my white-hot opening, groaning through the start of a deep stretch that leaves me gasping as the intensity builds. I sink onto him as quickly as I dare, impaling myself on a dick that feels almost as thick as my fucking forearm... His big hands lift and spread my cheeks to ease it in, and I bury my face against his neck at the shameful thought of my creaming little hole stretched wide and creaming under the gaze of all those watching.

It feels astonishing; this fullness. My greedy little cunt stretched out and clenching over the fattest cock I’ve had in my life. I ride him with guilty, whimpering sobs - feeling like the filthiest whore that’s ever lived but yearning for the feeling to stay with me forever. In this moment it seems like I've found my ow personal heaven, dedicated to being this beautiful man’s pet slut – keeping that dick warm and wet from now until the end of my days…

He’s so fucking thick… I can easily grind on the root of him, arching to feel his shaft put pressure on my g-spot, clit throbbing above where that white-hot hardness is splitting me open. I’m coating him, juices covering us both while he slides in and out of my straining lips.

His arms are tense now, an immense vice-like grip around my waist while my fat ass bucks over this amazing cock. His face is creased, an awe-filled lust in his eyes telling me he’s ready.

It’s hard to be quiet. The music’s loud but I can’t control my moans, each blissful thrust against my g-spot driving me on.

I’m so close, pressure layering up inside with every delicious roll of my hips. It’s nearly there – the peak of that wave; building, rearing, cresting… I’m so fucking close…

With a tortured grunt, he swells and erupts inside me, wrapping me in a bear hug that drives the air from my lungs. Driving deep, deep against my secret spots while he jerks what feels like ocean of hot cum into my cheating little cunt. Before I can think, I’m past the point of no return, bucking and whimpering as my pussy clenches hard around the pulsing cock inside me.

I just about manage to cover my mouth, but not before my wail of release makes one of his friends swear loudly.

I’m beyond caring now though – my whole world about cumming my brains out over this amazing cock… Nothing else matters. The bar could be on fire and I’d still just wait, quivering and clenching endlessly around this glorious fullness inside…

I kiss my man, tenderly now; letting him breathe, letting him soften. Our gasping slows, replaced by warm, smiling sighs and breathy whispers of praise. After a moment he slides out of me, prompting a giggle and desperate scramble for napkins as his load slips from the gape he leaves. One of his friends leans across the table to clean me gently, earning him a grateful smile and a heated look that I hope leaves no room for interpretation...

The rest of our vacation becomes an all-out, hot girl summer fuck-fest, three of us indulging every slutty desire we can imagine with our new friends. I have to text and break up with my boyfriend after the third night, my pretty cunt broken for a fifth time by my new man’s horse cock. There’s no point in pretending I can go back after this – I’ve found what I’ve been craving.

By the time we’re ready to fly back, I know my girlfriend’s moans and O faces better than their partners back home.

Needless to say our first trip to the island certainly wasn't our last...