While I worked on Ann, Jane decided that the time had come to see what was straining my shorts. I definitely did not protest when she put her hand inside my fly and started groping around my prick and balls. Brian and John were the audience for an interesting tableau. Ann was just lying back and really getting into the feelings that my fingers were generating by playing with her pussy lips and stroking all around her pubes. Jane had got both her hands full; one hand was giving me a serious wanking while the other was giving her pussy a determined seeing to. My other hand was up the front of Jane’s tee-shirt fiddling with her surprisingly perky nipples and her little budding breasts. Jane suddenly went manic, grinding away at her pussy as though to punish it while wanking me as though there was a prize for the fastest moving hand. I quickened up on what I was doing to and for Ann.

Obviously this frantic activity could not last for long. With a loud wail of “I’ts happening, it's happening” Jane ground her fingers up her cunt and clamped her thighs together.. She also clamped her hand tightly round my balls and seemed to convince my spunk out of my pulsating prick. God I was in a mess with great gobs of white stuff all over the place. While Jane was savaging my prick I had unconsciously changed my fingers from strokers to a pokers and had driven my middle finger as far into Ann’s cunt as it would go and then furiously finger fucked her.. In the excitement neither she nor I kew if I'd de-flowered her or not.

A muttered “Oh shit” from John brought us back to reality. After Jane’s exploration he had not re-fastened his fly and while he watched we three thrash around in our climax his prick had got hard, poked out of his fly and with no outside assistance shot another load. All Brian could do was watch and look forward to the day when he’d be able to come with the rest of us.

A fundamental change came over us that day. Whatever naive innocence we might have had was gone for ever. We could not undo what we had done and afterwards the guilt laid on us by parents and others hit home. Sadly we came to regret our actions and could never be as relaxed and open with each other as we were before that sand-pit expedition. I became guilt-ridden and secretive about sex but started masturbating regularly. I think I still like jerking-off so much because it is a regression to an escape mechanism. It is also very exciting and satisfying. I love to feel my hard prick in my hand and the feel of my hand sliding up and down my hard-on and squeezing my balls.

Hope you're sharing similar pleasure while reading this.