This is the fifth part of a story that started as a standalone one, called Abigail’s Awakening. It follows directly from Abigail’s Accounts Act 1, and you really need to read those first to make much sense of anything but the sex.

This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish. All characters are 18 years old or older and are happy with the events.

Many thanks to FreyaGersemi for Beta-Reading and sprinkling her fairy dust over it, buckets and buckets of fairy dust! But any remaining errors are my own. Read her stories here. Freya’s Stories.

Note:- this happens in England, and Abigail and her friends are British, but she met Diego, Emile (aka Emiliano) and Carlos in Ibiza, a Spanish island in the Mediterranean known as a holiday destination, when on a Hen-party holiday. Until then, Abigail had very little sexual experience, having been fucked only seventeen times, of which only three resulted in orgasms in very vanilla sex. If you think that sounds precise, Abigail is hyper-aware of detail, so such a small tally is not a challenge. Now she had lost count – very thoroughly.

Abigail’s Accounts Act 2

 

This continues from Act 1, where, as well as swapping sexy videos, Diego wrote an account of his and Emile’s sexual encounter with three German girls over Easter. Abigail translated it into English to form part of the stories of her adventures. Abigail has yet to have any adventures back in England, but will her friends change that? Then there is a mysterious email attachment!

I’m continuing to write up my story, and as requested by Diego, I am sending him bits of it as I finish them. He suggested that I should start my first story with the bit when I was shocked, because I noticed his identical twin, Emiliano, had switched places with him. Then go back to the beginning of how I got to be there. I admit it adds a dramatic start to the whole story, so I’ll do that. Regarding the second part of the story, not that I have got there yet, I will probably start it with when I find my best friend, Denise, with a random loser!

So Deni and I have received some sexy pictures from Diego and Emile, and we sent some back. Then they sent us videos of them getting off to our pictures. That led to us making equivalent orgasm videos for the boys, but that required that Deni and I mutually pleasure each other, which made it all the more enjoyable.

Over Easter, Diego and Emile had a sexual encounter with three German girls, and Diego sent me his account of it. I translated it and sent it back to him. He permitted me to share it with Deni, and I will include it in my stories when I get to that bit

I am being gently encouraged by Diego to go and have sexual adventures of my own in England, and being pressured by Deni and our other friend, Jules, to do that as well. With Diego, I think it is out of his concern that I don’t return to my shy ways, rather than any guilt that he and Emile are finding holidaying girls for sex.

With Deni and Jules, there is some concern that I don’t get lovesick over Diego, but also that if I am there, I might be their lucky charm in finding the right sort of men to pick up. I suppose they are right about that, as I am likely to notice red flags in their behaviour that the other two wouldn’t.

Due to Easter, including my trip home to spend time with my parents and to catch up with old friends, and then a busy week due to the Royal Wedding, it was already May! But we didn’t get to go into town the following weekend, as it was Deni and my time of the month, so we English Girls didn’t get to go into town.

I kept Diego up to date with all of this in our exchange of emails. In that, he told me of the couple of girls that he and Emile had picked up, mostly English ones. After the unusual group sex events with the German girls, they had returned to doing their ‘trick’ of picking up one girl and then tag teaming her without her realising it.

They had even started to sneak photos, or video clips, of the girl, sometimes ‘in flagrante delicto.’ I could have got upset, but the girls they chose might have looked a bit like me, so I could imagine that it was me. Somehow, this made it easier for me. Also, rather than being jealous, I was pleased that the woman was getting sexual pleasure from such skilled lovers and that the brothers were enjoying themselves doing so.

Then Deni showed me similar clips that Emile had sent her, but in this case, the women looked a bit like Deni, and she agreed that she could imagine it was her in the videos.

Then I had a story to share with Diego!

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To: Diego2-3ChicoEspanol@█████████.com 18/05/2011 22:39

[ ^{[ o ] Our Night In Town.odf} | V ] [ ^{[ o ] Noche de Chicas.odf} | V ]

Dear Diego, attached is my account of what happened last weekend and my translation into Spanish. To say that Deni and Jules fooled me would be fair, but I think I was more willing for that to happen than I let on. In case you wonder, I have let Deni and Jules read this account, and I have taken on some of the suggestions and corrections they made.

What happened has made me think that what we need to do is to book some hotel rooms in another town so that we, or rather I, can avoid getting a reputation that might affect my work. That could be because of people avoiding booking tutorial sessions, or even worse, booking sessions assuming that I would be prepared to engage in sex for money. As you know, I have already had one young man try that, and when I refused, he never came back.

I have reworded my adverts as I didn’t know that there is a long-standing use of the phrase “French Lessons Given” to mean I might be offering sexual services. Mine might have been even more open to misinterpretation, as it said, “Private and professional tutorial lessons available in French, Spanish and German.” Hopefully, the new adverts won’t result in any confusion.

How was your weekend?

Con amor Abbi. Oh, and Deni sends her love to Emile and Carlos, as do I.

Abbi xxx.

From Ibiza69Abbi@█████████.com

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I sent it, and here is the English version of the account of our night out that I attached to the email.

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Deni and I hadn’t discussed going into town at the weekend, so I didn’t think anything was going to happen. I wondered if Deni had given up on trying to get me to go out hunting for men, which would be a relief. The only problem is that then I would be disappointing you, as that is what we had agreed.

So, on Saturday night, I was wondering whether to order a pizza delivery for my dinner when Deni told me to get ready as she, Jules, and I were going to go into town for an Indian meal and a few drinks. I wondered if anything else might happen, as when Deni was telling me this, she had just showered and dried her hair and was wearing some very racy underwear.

Just in case, I also had a shower, did my hair and selected similar underwear before dressing for a night on the town, even though that wasn’t the plan.

So we went to an Indian restaurant, where we were met by Jules, had a nice meal and shared two bottles of wine. During the meal, Jules asked which pub we would go to next. Then Deni suggested that, as we were ‘all dressed up,’ we should go to a nightclub instead. Jules recommended one where we could get in for free during their ladies’ hour. OK, it saved money getting in, but their drinks are a lot more expensive, nearly five times what you would pay in most pubs.

I thought it was all too organised, and I was prepared to go along, but warned that ‘with the cost of the holiday,’ I didn’t have much cash to spare, so I didn’t think I could stay there very long. The other two dismissed that objection, and immediately after we left the restaurant, we headed to the nightclub in question.

We had been there for a while, dancing to several records, and I had enjoyed my overpriced cocktail. I was thinking about whether I should risk another one when three smartly dressed, slightly older men, one even had a tie, approached us. After a bit of a dance, where they seemed to pair up with us, we moved away from the speakers to some tables. Once we were sitting down, they offered to get us some drinks, while it was still happy hour. We ordered cocktails. Well, if they were paying, why should we skimp?

As they hurried off to the bar, Jules said, looking at me more than Deni, “I think they want to get us drunk, so the safest thing is to let them.”

I replied, “Why is that safer?”

Jules looked at me like I was a child. “Abbi, if we act as if we are getting drunk, then they won’t try so hard, so we will remain sober. Well, less drunk.”

Then Deni leered at me. “And it’s nicer to get fucked if you’re involved and can remember it in the morning.” That made sense to me, just not my kind of sense.

The lads came back from the bar, each carrying a large cocktail glass and a half pint glass of lager. I noticed that they kept to the pairings that they had chosen earlier. I sipped my cocktail, and I could tell it was stronger than it should be. I glanced at Deni, who had downed half of hers already, but Jules looked at me with a raised eyebrow, so I smiled my reply back.

Then I turned to the guy who had brought me the drink. “Thank you for the cocktail, Robert. What do you do, and how long are you in town? Oh, and I hope this is just a double shot of vodka in my Harvey Wallbanger, it unbalances the taste.”

The look on his face was epic. I think his jaw nearly hit the floor, but he recovered well. “Er, just the one, cheaper you know, but sorry,” He glanced at his friends. “We didn’t mean anything bad. Honest, but how did you know?”

“Robert, I notice lots of details, like from your accent, you didn’t grow up around here, and your friends grew up in other places.”

“Abigail. I don’t have an accent.” He glanced at his friends. “Do I, chaps?” He sounded ever so slightly panicked.

I put my hand on his jaw to turn his face back to mine, and I noticed we were the focus of the girls as well. I smiled at him. “Only I would notice your accents in a place like this. Now tell me why you are in our town, and I’ll tell you if you are getting lucky!” I heard Jules gasp at that!

Robert hesitated, so James, who looked a bit older, the one with the tie, who had paired with Deni, turned to me. “As we are being honest, and there is no pulling the wool over your eyes…” He paused to gather his thoughts. “We are here at a small conference, and we were hoping to have a nice evening with some local women, possibly even a very nice time. I’m sorry we tried to spike your drinks, but that was Neil’s idea.”

Neil quickly said, “Sorry, boss.”

James glowered at Neil, possibly for revealing that he was the boss! He then turned to me, looking apologetic. “So, ladies, should the lads and I move on?”

I saw the flash of disappointment on my friends’ faces for being a party pooper, and to be truthful, I liked the look of these men, especially Jame’s honesty. I addressed James, “Right, let’s put our cards on the table. You are hoping for some casual sex, and you have happened upon three ladies who haven’t had any since we came back from a sex fuelled hen-party in Ibiza, before Easter. So, we are ready for some more bedroom fun. Aren’t you lucky?”

I liked the looks on their faces, between stunned and excited, and James replied, “Well, put that way, it’s very business-like. It isn’t business, is it?”

I shook my head. “Good point. No, we are just in it for the fun. So where are you staying?” I realise now that I will have to be more subtle about picking guys up in future.

James looked at the other men. “Er, well, we are in the local Travelodge. We had hoped, if things went well, to go back to yours. You see, although I have a room to myself, Rob and Neil are sharing a twin-bed room, so that’s out.”

I looked at Deni and winked, and she smiled back. “We will need to switch around, but Deni and I will happily go with Rob and Neil if Jules is happy going with you? Happy with that, Jules?”

Jules looked at Neil, who glanced at Deni and shrugged as if to say he was ok either way. She then gave James a body and face scan and smiled. “I’m OK with that, but another time it might be different.” I think she meant being involved in a group session and filed that away for the future.

With that settled, I knew Rob and Neil wouldn’t object, so I said, “Right, gents, let’s stay a while, drink our drinks, chat and dance and then head over to yours for some adult fun.”

So that’s what we did. At one point, we went to the ladies’, and Jules was surprised by how much I had changed from being shy to taking charge. But there were no complaints. And Deni said she thought I had handled that well, rather than lots of messing around. I wasn’t totally sure about that, as I think if it wasn’t for James being practical about it, things could have gone badly. Very badly.

Just after ten, when the pubs were starting to close, the nightclub got busier, and the DJ had turned up the volume, so we set off to their hotel. The men had bought us some more cocktails, properly made this time, but compared to many of the people we passed, we were sober, or more accurately, some women were very drunk.

We were pleased that the men’s rooms were on the opposite side of the same corridor, and Deni and I gave Jules a kiss on the lips and a groping hug before she went into the room with James, and while he had his arm around her waist, she had hers on his butt! Then we went to the lad’s room.

There were a pair of queen-sized beds, separated by a pair of bedside cabinets, so no privacy, not that Deni and I were worried about that, but Neil said, “Er, how are we going to do this? One couple in the bathroom, or under the duvets with the lights out?”

Deni went up to Neil and, with her left arm around his waist, put her right hand on his prick. “Oh, you don’t need to be shy. You must have watched porn with two men. Abbi and I aren’t shy, so come on, guys.”

Rob moved behind me to wrap his arms around my waist, with his bulge against my arse, so I added, “Also, at halftime, we may give you guys a show to get you revved up again.” The image of that must have worked as I felt Rob’s cock harden against me.

Neil just stood there, so I shrugged Rob off to go to Deni and started undoing her blouse. She quickly started to work on my buttons and leaned in for a kiss. Soon we were down to our bras and panties, and were kissing and fondling, eyes closed, enjoying each other, when I felt Rob move behind me to undo my bra. I opened my eyes and saw Neil had moved behind Deni to do the same thing, so we turned away from each other to face our male companions.

It seemed that with Deni and me blocking their immediate view of each other, they didn’t mind us stripping them while they kissed us, as they fondled our tits, arse and eventually pussies. Then I squatted down to give Rob a bit of a blow job, and Deni’s arse bumped mine, as she did the same thing for Neil.

My pussy was anxious for some action, so I pushed Rob onto the bed and got into a sixty-nine position with me on top. His cock was already quite hard and was a nice size for a bit of oral sex. I glanced over at the other bed, and Deni was already riding Neil in cowgirl, while he was playing with her lovely tits, but I hadn’t seen his prick.

Much as I was enjoying Rob’s attentions to my pussy and arse, I decided to ramp things up. So, I rolled off him, turned around, and got on my knees with my head on the pillows. I turned my head to him and said, “Now, Rob, I need your hard cock in my pussy, doggie style.” His face vanished as he got off the bed to move behind me. I looked over at Deni and Neil as she vaulted off him, revealing his prick to the room. I could see Neil looking my way, and I knew that now the guys had seen each other’s dicks.

Beside Neil, Deni had got into a similar doggie pose and looked at me and smiled as I felt Rob get into position and start to penetrate my eager pussy. Neil followed suit but took his time. And it wasn’t long before they were both driving their dicks in and out of our pussies. Rob’s hands started to grope my arse, and I felt him use his thumbs to spread my crack, obviously to get a good view of my rosebud.

I looked back over my shoulder at him and said, “Oh, you fancy a bit of anal sex?” He had the decency to look guilty. I glanced at Deni, and she was looking at Rob.

Rob stopped thrusting, as did Neil, then he said, “Well, if you are offering?”

I replied, “Well, Deni is our expert. Deni, have you got lube in your handbag?”

She rose on her arms with a cheeky smile. “Always! I never leave home without it!” Neil was now looking at her, well, her arse, as if it might do something. “But I need to feel Rob in my pussy first. So, boys swap over!”

There was a moment’s hesitation, then Rob said, “Wow!” And pulled out of me. As soon as he did, Neil pulled out of Deni, and the guys nearly collided in their rush to swap over, no longer being shy about being naked together!

Where Rob seemed to just get behind Deni and ram his cock into her, Neil fingered my pussy, including a little rub of my clit, and remarked, “Abbi, you have nice fleshy pussy lips, not that Deni’s pussy isn’t beautiful.”

I turned my head to him and replied, “Neil, before you get yourself in trouble, less talking, more fucking.”

“Oh, er, right.” With that, he stroked the head of his prick up and down my petals to get me ready, even though I had just had Rob’s cock filling my pussy. But Neil still took three deepening thrusts before he was all the way home. I hadn’t seen much of Neil’s prick, but he felt both thicker and a bit longer than Rob’s cock, so I hope Deni wasn’t too disappointed at the swap, though the length might have been Neil’s technique.

By the noise from the next bed, Deni wasn’t objecting to Rob’s efforts, not that I wasn’t making sounds of my own, assisted by me playing with my clit with my right hand and my nipples with my left. Neil must have noticed, as his right hand moved down from my hip and underneath me to find my clit, so I moved my hand away to work on both my nipples.

I was heading towards a climax when I heard Deni say, “That’s it! Get your wet thumb in there!” Rob must have done that, as Deni screamed! It was good that it was still early, as I doubt that many people in the hotel were trying to sleep. Then Rob groaned. I looked at him, and he was holding tight to Deni’s hip as he was obviously filling her with his cum. Then he resumed pounding her, before groaning again and collapsing to one side.

The sight and sound of that, plus Neil’s renewed assault on my clit, was enough to send me over the edge. As I orgasmed, I clenched my sheath to maximise the sensation from Neil’s cock as he thrust in and out, but then he pulled out and rolled me over. I wondered why. I looked up to see that Neil was kneeling over me, hammering away at his dick, which then exploded, fountaining his spunk over my body, glazing me from my tummy to my tits. Well, that was a new experience! When he was done, he lay beside me as I tasted some of his cum before I smeared it over my body, and played with my clit until I settled down.