In the hollow in the Sand Dunes : Continued

Veronique had not yet opened her eyes and was just lying there day-dreaming after her erotic dream. All those young men, all fifteen, the whole rugby team fucking her one after the other. Each and every cock described in detail.

Of course, Veronique had seen hundreds, perhaps even thousands of men naked. Her family were nudists and as a young girl, cocks, or 'Things' as she thought of themwere more or less at eye level.Men were t6he ones with 'Things', the others were women. That's how it was.

At the club, most of the men she knew were nice to her so 'Things' were also nice. They just hung there, some big, some small, brown and hairyand floppy. Yes, she liked them.They even felt nice when Daddy and she had a rough and tumble or when they were watching something and she leaned back against him and he rested his hands on her shoulders.Even nice 'Uncle' George's felt nice whenshe would take hold of his hands and walk up him ultil she was upside-down and the dd a back somasault. It felt funny and squishy under her toes.
He was older than Daddyand had grey hair, what there was of it, and a little grey moustache. She loved uncle Geoprge when she was little, even when she wasa bit rough with him and he shouted "Ouch!2 and said "You should watch where you are putting your feet, young lady. That hurt!" That's how she learnt that she must not be rough with men's 'Things'

Little boys also had them and they were called 'Willies', but they were little and often stuck out. Philip liked to make his 'Willie' stick out! He and the other little boys liked to show each other what they could do, and once Philip came running to Mummy blubbering saying that David said his Willie was bigger than Philip's "and it isn't, is it. I can make mine bigger than his." Mummy comforted him and said of coursehi s is a lovely Willie and just as big as David's. Philip ran off again happy.

She remembered the time when she had surprised uncle George when his 'Thing' was sticking out also.
She asked him "Why is your Thing sticking out like that?" and he replied "I don't know. Shall we ask him? Thing, why are you sticking out like that?" and then in a funny little voice he said "I don't know. I just felt like it. Now I'll stop," and it did, and she laughed and ran off and told Mummy and she laughed too.

Veronique loved running around naked at the club when she was little, but then came those difficult period of puberty when she hated to be seen naked and didn't know how to hide herself. That was the time when Philip started mastubating. Their caravan was very small and she and Philip had to sleep in bunks side by side so that, when he did it, the van would shake and she couldn't fall asleep. She complained to Mummy about it but she didn't do anything.
Once she shouted at him "Stop that! You're disgusting1" and Mummy told her "Don't say things like that to your little brother. He's just a little boy and boys have to do it!"

While still day-dreaming of cocks and willies and the gang-bang, she was trying to remember how many cocks had fucked her and who's. She knew it was not as many as a rugby team, probably about twelve, she thought, but now, there was jusr CHarles. Dar Charles, how she was missing him!
Just then, she heard a man's voice. It said, "Hot, isn't it?"
Her eyes snapped openand she saw a young, good lookin man looking down at her., his rather large cock right before her eyes.
"What? No. I don't find it too hot today, a bit overcast, really", she had to say something!
"Not the weather, I meant the book."

-To be continued.-