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A Very Private Beach Ch. 01

By: jehoram



(Note: While Fort Bragg is a real city in California, the beaches described in this story are entirely fictional. So don't waste your time looking for them.)



THE FIRST DAY

I didn't see her at first, and when I did, I thought she was a boy.

I was sitting a stretch of beach I'd seen from the air the day before, flying into the airport at Fort Bragg on the four-seat Cessna my government agency had chartered. You can't see the beach from the road, but I eventually found it more or less at random. I parked the rental car and fetched a beach towel and a water bottle from the back seat. Figuring that I might get some sun, I also grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion and applied it to my legs, face, arms, and torso. Wearing only my sandals, shorts, and a ball cap, I set out for the beach. I found it after about a half an hour of clambering over rocks, through overgrown vines, and finally piles of driftwood left by some prior high tide. The beach was completely deserted. I spread out the towel and read a science book called The Panda's Thumb by Stephen Jay Gould, an author I'd just discovered. It was a more than private beach; it seemed that nobody else knew it was there. 

That's when I saw her, walking down the shoreline. I took her at first for a boy in his mid-teens, but as she got closer and the heat-shimmer off the sand subsided, I could see that she was female, with small but perfectly formed breasts. She was carrying a water bottle and had some sort of canvas bag slung over her shoulder, and was wearing sandals and sunglasses, and a hat. And nothing else. Her pubes had a light cover of hair, neatly trimmed to leave her slit completely exposed, displaying inner labia that protruded about a half an inch. Her skin was almost as brown as a Polynesian's, although her hair was a chestnut hue, cut fairly short and protected by the long-billed baseball cap. I could see that while most of her was tan, her tits had had a little less sun than the rest of her, and the effect of that slightly lighter skin around two very dark nipples was erotic in the extreme, as if inviting the eye to linger there. I felt the familiar itch in my crotch, and I scratched it, feeling my dick get harder and fuller.

She noticed the movement, stopped, and addressed me.

"This beach is a nude beach," she said, taking off her sunglasses and regarding me with the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen. "You're overdressed."

"I didn't see a sign," I said. "In fact, I didn't see anything between here and the road except a lot of woods and rocks."

"How could you miss the sign? It's right on the path from the main beach."

"I didn't use that path. I came down directly from the road."

"There's no path there."

"Tell me about it! See these scratches? But I didn't know there was a nude beach anywhere around here."

"Well, it's not in the guide books. It's common knowledge, though."

"Not to me. I'm new around here. I'm sorry if I offended."

"No offense taken, but you're still overdressed."

"Well, I don't want to get my ass sunburned, and I left my lotion at the car."

"Use mine," she said, reaching into her tote bag and producing a bottle. "Or are you shy?" There was a trace of a smile. 

I smiled back. "I don't have that much to show."

She laughed and pressed a finger to her right breast. "Neither do I, as you can see. Don't worry. It's not a contest."

"Well, I have another problem. You're a very pretty woman..."

"...And you're getting a hard-on," she finished. "Well, that's natural. Just drop your shorts and let me see it."

And I did. The shorts fell to my feet, and I kicked them onto the towel. Maybe it was the sea breeze on my crotch, maybe it was the warmth of the sun, maybe it was this beautiful woman, totally confident in her nudity, that did it, but my cock went to almost full mast, all six inches of it.

"That's not a bad-looking cock," she said, handing me the suntan lotion. "It's my favorite size. Not too big, not too small. You'd better put this on it before you burn it."

I squirted some onto my hands and rubbed it over the newly exposed parts of my body, ending with my dick, which loved the attention and began to twitch as I handed the bottle back to her.

What she said next surprised me.

"So, would you like to masturbate now?"

"What?"

"Masturbate. You know, wank. Jerk off. Spank the monkey."

"Do you want me to?"

"Sure. I'd like to get to know you, but until you get your rocks off, you'll be staring at my tits and pussy all the time instead of my face, and be totally unable to carry on a normal conversation."

"Yeah, I guess that's true!"

"Well, have at it. I'm not going to blow you, so you'll have to do it yourself."

I feigned disappointment. "Aw, no blowjob?"

"Nope. Jeez, I've just met you! I have no idea what diseases you've got. As for me, I don't have any, and I'd like to keep it that way. So are you going to do it standing up or lying down?"

"Which would you prefer?"

"It's your dick. But I'm going to be lying down. I usually can't get myself off when I'm standing."

"You're going to masturbate, too?"

"Sure! Why waste the moment?" She pulled a towel from her tote bag and lay down on it, spreading her legs. "Well, let's get started."

"I've never masturbated in front of a naked lady before."

"Oh, sure you have!" she replied. "Only they weren't live ones, were they? They were just pictures in a magazine, or on a computer screen. Well, here's a real live girl for you to jerk off to!" She smiled and, putting a little of her suntan oil on her pussy and massaging it into the folds.

Well, that was really all it took to convince me. I started rubbing my cock as I watched her knead her pussy lips with her thumb and forefinger and, within seconds, was spurting my cum onto the sand. It was the hardest cum I'd had in a long time, and my knees sagged as the post-orgasmic lassitude swept over me. I opened my eyes, and she was regarding my wilting cock with a grin.

"There! Feel better now?"

"Do I! But I feel bad that you didn't cum, too."

"Don't be. I didn't need to cum as bad as you did. I was just doing it so you wouldn't be so shy about it. And now that you've got your rocks off, let's get acquainted, shall we?"

She had been right. Now that my urge was satisfied and my cock was soft, I was able to see her as a person rather than an object of lust. I was still glancing at her tits and cunt, but I found myself engrossed in her face. It was thin, with high cheekbones, Cupid-bow lips, and delicate ears. She reminded me of Audrey Hepburn's elfin, regal beauty. She was intelligent, sexy, and confident. Her name was Liz, which made me laugh. When she asked me why, I told her that my name was Dick.

"So we're Dick and Liz?" she said. "How weird!" 

"I have to ask you something, Liz. When we met and you told me to masturbate, why weren't you shy about it? I could have been a mad rapist or something."

"Well, I have a black belt in karate. The last guy who tried something with me...not at this beach...left in an ambulance. Nothing like two broken ribs to take the wood out of a guy's pecker! And anyway, I didn't think you were the type."

"How could you tell? Mad rapists look like anybody else, I'm told."

"But mad rapists don't usually read Stephen Jay Gould at the beach, either."

"You know about him?"

"Oh, yeah. I've read all his books. I wanted to be a paleontologist when I was a kid, and it was due more to him than Jurassic Park."

"So what did you turn out to be?"

"A psychologist. I work for the clinic here in town. There's lots of people with problems since the lumber industry went away. Unemployment, drugs, a general lack of feeling in control. How about you?"

"I'm a marine biologist, working for the Oceanic Survey. I'm in town to figure out why the sea lions' migration patterns have changed over the years."

"Global warming?"

"It could be. Or it could be a dozen other things. We don't have enough data, we just don't know."

"How long have you been in town?"

"I got here yesterday. I've been on an oceanic research ship for the past three months, tracking whales. Can you blame me for getting hard at the sight of a pretty girl?"

"It must have been tough. How do you sailors cope?"

"Well, most of us tend to get rowdy when we make port; they get drunk and visit the hookers, and like that. But I was too broke for that, so I just went sightseeing or stayed on the boat and wanked." I found myself amazed that I could say that to a lady I'd only known for fifteen minutes, but on the other hand, it couldn't have been a shock to her, considering what she'd just asked me to do. And, for the first time in my life, I wanted to be completely open and honest with a woman, and keep nothing back. "I probably saved myself a lot of trouble with VD that way."

"You've had a physical? Blood tests?"

"Oh, sure. Right off the boat, last week. Passed everything, including the VD screenings. I was clean as a whistle, except for the body lice, which everybody on board had. But even that's gone now. And I haven't fucked anybody since then. In fact, I haven't fucked anybody in over six months. How about you?"

"I'm clean, like I said before. Look, if you want to screw me, I wouldn't mind, but it would really set my mind at ease if I could see that medical report first. In the meantime, let's just lie here and get some sun."

So we lay down, on our separate towels, and chatted. I was intrigued about the beach. "Did you say this was a nude beach? I thought that 'public displays of affection' are taboo there. Let alone jacking off."

"Well, this isn't that sort of nude beach. The main beach around here is clothing only, but the south end, around the point and just north of us, is 'clothing optional.' Not officially, but everybody knows about it and the rangers leave us alone. It can't be seen from the main beach. And this beach is sort of an extension of that one, separated by a half a mile of rocks and driftwood. The locals call it 'Hard-on Beach' which sounds enough like "Hardin Beach" to fool any tourists who happen to overhear. There's a connecting path, but not too many people know about it. Just a bunch of nudists who don't want kids around. It gets pretty...steamy, sometimes."

"Steamy?"

"Well, there's a gay couple. They come here and start fucking as soon as they get here. And there are a bunch of straight couples who like to get it on, and a few more who like to watch. If you come back sometime, you'll probably see them."

"Gay couple? A tall bald guy with a deep tan and a beard, and a shorter chubby guy with Buddy Holly glasses?"

"Yeah. Angelo and Chet. Do you know them?"

"No, but I think I see them now."

And sure enough, they were approaching us, hand in hand, both stroking their cocks to hard-ons with their free hands. Angelo, the older guy, was carrying a canvas tote like Liz's slung over his shoulder.

"Hi, Liz! Who's your friend?"

"Angelo, Chet, meet Dick."

"Oh, I'm always glad to meet dick, but what's his name, sweetheart?"

We laughed. Somehow, it all felt very natural to be lying naked on the sand and chatting with a naked lady and two guys with boners. Angelo's dick was as bronzed as his body and scimitar shaped, its cap pointing almost straight up. Chet's was almost straight out, about the size of a hot dog, but thicker, with the foreskin rolled back to expose a large, pale glans with a drop of pre-cum on the end of it. Men's dicks had never turned me on before, and I can't say that I found these men's display erotic, but for the first time I could appreciate the sight of a man's erect penis as an artist might, as something perfectly natural for a man to look like.

"We'll give you and your friend some space, Liz, "Angelo told us. "But if your boyfriend ever wants to show us what his cock looks like when it's in the mood, don't be shy. We'd love to see it!" And off they went, behind a dune and out of sight.

"That was damned considerate of them," Liz reflected. "Usually they just flop down next to me and start sucking dick. Oops, I didn't mean it that way!" As soon as that came out, we laughed at the double entendre. 

"Well, I'm going to take a swim now," she said. "Want to come?" 

"Sure," I said, and rose from my towel. I was getting a hard-on again, but didn't bother to conceal it from her. She saw it, and smiled. 

"Let's go by Chet and Angelo and let them see it," she said with a laugh. "It'll make their day!" She led me down past the dune that the two men had disappeared behind. Sure enough, they were lying on their sides on a large blanket, with Angelo's rod buried in Chet's ass and Chet's own dick still hard and leaking more pre-cum. We stopped and I fluffed my own dick to full hardness. Angelo glanced up briefly, smiled, and returned to humping Chet, but Chet grinned and gave me a thumbs-up. Then Liz grabbed me by my hand and pulled me to the water. 

We didn't go in far, because she warned me that the beach dropped off steeply once you got in more than waist-deep. I'd never swum nude in the ocean before. The waves came in, streaming across my super-sensitive cock and my balls, and then receding, wave after wave after wave. It was if the ocean itself was wanking me. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation.

And then I felt something else: a hand on my dick, stroking it. I opened my eyes and saw her standing in front of me, with a half-smile on her face, her free hand fondling her slit, pinching her now exposed clit. "Let me," she said. I did. Venus herself, rising from the ocean, couldn't have looked more erotic than she was just then.

I stared at her tits with frank lust as she stroked me. She was the most desirable woman I had ever met, and I desperately wanted to hold her close and feel her nipples grind into my chest hair. I wanted to grab her perfect ass, push my cock into that inviting pussy, lift her feet off the ocean's floor, and feel my cock spurting into her womb. At the same time, I wanted to do nothing to upset her; I was acutely aware of the favor she was granting me just by doing what she did. She somehow sensed my unease, and sped up her stroking to distract me. It worked. Suddenly I was cumming, just as a wave swept over my cock, and my sperm was washed away the instant it sprang forth.

And then she did something I didn't expect. She put her arms around me and hugged me, pressing our bodies together, my still hard dick pressed against her mons. I hugged back, and we kissed. We stayed that way for what seemed like minutes, breathing softly and deeply. 

Finally, I found the courage to speak. 

"Thank you. That's two orgasms I owe you."

She laughed. "These are on the house! Welcoming presents. Now let's get back."

We passed Angelo and Chet again. Their dicks were soft, their passions spent, and they were lying on their backs basking in the sun. They waved to us as we walked by. I couldn't help but notice that Angelo's cock had almost disappeared into his profuse crotch hair, with only the cap sticking out, but Chet's was almost as big as it had been when he was hard. 

We packed up our things. "Meet me at the main entrance next Saturday noon, if you're free," she said. "I'll show you the path to get here from the other beach."

"What's wrong with the route I took?"

"On weekends, the cops won't let you park anywhere along the road, and there aren't any pulloffs." She extended her hand, suddenly very formal. I shook it. "It was nice to have met you, Mr. Dick." And then she walked away. I slipped on my shorts and made my slow, painful way back to my car. 

That night, all I could think of was Liz. Had I dreamed her? Could she possibly have been real? All the women of my past, even the ones I considered ideal, faded against her intensity. Now there was only her. If I have any great character flaw, it's that I tend to fall for unattainable women, and go off the deep end when they inevitably reject me. "Here I go again," I feared. But somehow I knew this woman would be different. And she was definitely worth the risk.

A Very Private Beach Ch. 02



THE SECOND DAY

She was waiting at the beach's parking lot when I arrived, sitting on a spotlessly maintained Yamaha V-Star and reading a book. I pulled up next to her. She looked up and smiled as I gave her an envelope.

"Here's that medical report you wanted," I said.

She opened it, glanced at the contents, and handed it back. "I'm glad you remembered, and it's nice to meet a guy who doesn't bullshit. Now let's get going. Can I put my helmet and leathers in the trunk of your car?" Without replying, I popped the lock of the trunk. She doffed her helmet and riding suit and tossed them into the trunk, and retrieved her canvas tote bag from the saddlebags of the bike. She was dressed in a pair of light blue denim shorts and a yellow halter-top; two distinct bumps on her breasts revealed that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She looked breathtakingly beautiful.

We walked along the beach until it narrowed down to a footpath along the shore. We came to a crudely lettered sign saying "Clothing optional beyond this point. Please be considerate!" When we proceeded down the path, we could no longer see the main beach. At that point, Liz stopped and stripped off her shorts, panties, and halter-top, leaving only her hat, sandals, and sunglasses. I followed suit. Now naked, we proceeded on down to the path to another beach where a couple of dozen naked people were swimming or sunbathing. Some of them waved to us; they obviously knew Liz for a regular. There were also a half dozen children of various ages, playing tag or swimming or chasing balls and oblivious to their nudity.

I'd been nervous about seeing all this naked flesh, because I could already feel my cock swelling as it swung free of its confinement in my shorts. I wondered if this would be a problem, but was pleasantly surprised to find that I could control myself. It turned out not to be that hard, as I observed that these people were the usual mix of young and old, thin and stocky, fair and dark-skinned. They were, in short, the same mix of people you'd see at the supermarket. None of the women looked like supermodels, and none of the men looked like beefcake. They were just ordinary people, only nude and utterly unselfconscious about it. I found myself envying them for accepting each other as they were, and envying the children for growing up in a culture where clothes didn't matter. 

We went only halfway down the nude beach when Liz pulled me toward a path that led into the woods. The path twisted and turned, and I could see that it could be navigated only by somebody who knew it. Liz pointed to some splotches of paint on the trees. "These mark the trail," she said. Just head toward one, and when you get there, you'll see the next one. That's how you know where the trail is." After a few more turns, I got the hang of reading the blazes and after about ten minutes, we found ourselves at the north end of "Hard-on Beach."

We weren't alone. We could hear a couple in the throes of lovemaking and, following the sounds of passion, found ourselves looking at a young, fit-looking couple in the act of fucking, the man supine on the ground and the woman riding him cow-girl style, her ample breasts bouncing and smashing into each other. My cock hardened.

"I know these people," Liz whispered. "They don't usually like to be watched. They must have been super horny today; they usually go down toward the south end of the beach." And they took my hand and we crept away, toward the spot we'd used before.

"Lay down on your towel," I said. "I'd like to put some suntan lotion on your back, before you burn."

"Not just my back, I hope. I could use a massage, too." She spread out her towel and lay face down on it. I poured some lotion onto her back and rubbed it in, and then proceeded down to her ass and legs. Her skin was as soft as a baby's, and my hands trembled as I stroked it. I was at full erection at this point, afraid to even touch my rod for fear of cumming.

I was about to ask her to turn over when she sat up and said, "Your turn now. You need to have your back oiled before you burn. Man, your ass is white! Lie down." I obeyed, and felt the oil being drizzled onto the skin of my back. She was a good masseuse, kneading my muscles with strong and well-practiced thumbs. As she did my legs and ass, my hard-on softened slightly, and I found myself almost drowsing under her expert touch. Then I heard her say, "Roll over."

I did, and she straddled me. I looked up to see her in all her glorious nudity, her small boobs hanging invitingly, her pussy only inches away from my awakening cock, her pink clit just emerging from its hood. She started at my face, and then moved down my chest and belly, her hands slathering the oil. At some point, she put her full weight on me, her cunt grinding into my cock. "Don't," I said. "I don't want to cum quite yet." She skipped my crotch and proceeded to oil my legs. By this point, my erection was bouncing with every beat of my heart. Then she came back to my crotch, poured oil onto my cock and balls, and gave me a handjob I'll remember for the rest of my life. She knew exactly when to bring me to the cusp and then back off. I was being expertly milked, one drop of pre-cum at a time. Finally, I pleaded for her to finish me off, and she gave my cock a final stroke and a hard squeeze. The effect was electric.

My spunk shot up and hit her on the tits, splash after splash. Its abundance startled me; I don't think I've ever cum that much, before or since. There must have been at least six pulses, each copious, white and viscous. She laughed as she watched it spurt forth.

"Wow, you needed that! Now do my front."

I staggered to my feet as she say out on the towel, the sperm glistening on her breasts. My trembling hands squeezed some oil onto them and mixed it with the sperm as she purred in contentment. "Put some on my pussy," she said. I did, and she rubbed it in slowly and languorously. She proceeded to masturbate as I oiled her tits. I then did her legs and arms and face. Finally, I returned to her crotch, kissed her cunt, and inserted a finger into her vagina. She didn't protest, so I stroked the inside of her cunt with first one finger, then two, then three, all the while licking her inner labia and clitoris. Curious to see if she had a G-spot, I felt for the telltale super-sensitive area on the front wall of her vagina, and found it. It was sensitive, all right: she responded with a gasp and a shudder. As I continued to stroke it, her breathing deepened and her cunt juices started flowing heavily. She echoed my movements with her own fingers on her clit, and then she shuddered and drenched my hand with a gush of fluid. After a sharp intake of breath, she convulsed again as a second orgasm hit her, lifting her ass right off the blanket. She grabbed my head and forced my lips to her cunt. "More, more," she pleaded, and I gave it to her, pressing my tongue against her swollen clit and giving it a succession of quick, hard licks. She climaxed a third time, with a wail of what sounded like pain, and then she started laughing.

"Oh, fuck," she said. "Oh, fuck! I didn't know I could cum like that! I'm sorry! Your face is a mess!"

"Sorry for what? That's what towels are for."

"Well, I think we're even in the orgasm department. Three apiece! And we haven't even really fucked yet!"

"Would you like to?"

"Oh, yeah! But let me recover first. Let's cuddle. And look, we have company."

I looked up to see Angelo and Chet. They'd seen everything I'd done to Liz. They were smiling, and their cocks were hard.

"Well, Liz, it looks like your friend likes girls, and knows how to please them!" Angelo said. "Does he like boys, too?"

"Sorry, not really," I replied. "I mean, my fantasies don't go there. But I think you guys are really cute when you're hard. And you look like you're in love with each other."

"Yeah," Angelo said. "We've been together for...what, ten years now?"

"Twelve," Chet said. "And we're totally monogamous, actually. But Angelo thought you'd be insulted if we didn't flirt." Angelo nodded, his grin wide even as his gaze was cast downward. 

"Well, have fun, kids," Chet added. "We'll just go down the beach a ways."

"Did you see Cora and Tim?" Liz asked. "They were here when we came."

"We met them on the path," Angelo said. "And we saw Alison and Barry pull into the parking lot, so they're probably right behind us."

"They're two of our star exhibitionists, Dick," Chet added. "They love it when you watch them fuck. So you don't need to be shy around them. I guess I should ask: I've never seen you do anything more than wank on the beach before, Liz. Did you mind us watching?"

"Well, I didn't mind. But I don't know about how Dick feels about it."

I spoke up. "This scene is all new to me. I'll have to see how it works down the road. I have to admit I was a little embarrased when I saw you just now."

"Nothing to be embarrased about! We're all family here, so to speak. But if you want privacy, like Cora, we're down with that." Saying "goodbye for now," they proceeded down the beach.

When they went out of sight, Liz asked me, "Do you mind people watching? If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll respect that."

"Have you ever fucked in public before?"

"A few times. When I was in college, I was in a sort of 'free love' commune. We sometimes did it in front of each other. I felt weird about it at first, but got used to it. Still, I think it would depend on the people. These guys are OK, but strangers are another thing. I don't go around flashing my boobs at everybody for kicks, if that's what you mean."

"But you didn't treat me like a stranger last weekend."

She smiled. "I never thought of you as a stranger, just a friend I'd just met."

"I was wondering why you're so forward about sex. You really had my number when you said that I couldn't think straight until I got my rocks off."

"That comes from being a psychologist, and from living with guys who always had pussy on their minds. I learned that right away."

"Was it a good situation, this 'free love' commune?"

"Shit, it was a disaster! We were all too young, we weren't mature enough for it to really work. You want to talk about jealousy? It was just tearing up those guys. The girls, too, but not so bad. We were able to talk it out more, get inside each other's heads." She rubbed her nose. "In fact, that's what got me interested in psychology. It's that huge disconnect between what people want and need, and the mental hang-ups that keep them from those goals."

"Did you...make love to the girls, too?"

"There was one girl. We were real close. We're still friends, we keep in touch. She's the only one I've stayed close to. Her boyfriend was one of the ones who really couldn't get a handle on his jealousy. She'd cry on my shoulder and, well, sometimes it got more intimate than that. She could eat pussy better than any boy I've ever met. Does that bother you?"

"I don't have any problem with people loving each other, wherever love can be found. Life's too short for anything else."

"What about your past? Do you have anybody else in your life?"

"Not at the moment. I was really serious about a girl in college. We almost got married, in fact. But it didn't work out."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. She just cooled off, all of a sudden. We decided to split up, see other people. When I got my first stint on a research vessel and told her that I wouldn't be seeing her for a while, she actually seemed relieved. I heard that she'd gotten married to somebody else right after I went to sea. She had a kid real soon after that, like seven months later. So I'm guessing that she'd been sleeping around with more people than me."

"How would you have handled it if you knew? Could you have shared her with others?"

"I don't know. I doubt it. I'm pretty much into monogamy, even if it's serial monogamy."

"That's good. I'm basically the same way."

As we headed down to the water, we saw Alison and Barry. They were middle-aged, slightly chubby people, and obviously randy, since they were fucking like bunnies when we caught sight of them. Alison was on her back with Barry between her legs, pumping like a steam engine. Alison spied us, waved, and blew us a kiss.

"Do you want to watch them?" Liz asked me. They won't mind."

"OK. For a few minutes, anyway." I found the spectacle arousing, and my dick started to rise again. Liz took it into her hand and gave it a little squeeze as we watched the couple screw. With her free hand, Liz was making circles around her clit, now peeking out from the folds of her pussy. Then Barry gave a growl and a final thrust, and we knew that the show was over. Barry uncoupled and rolled onto his back, his dick softening and shining with cum. "Hi, Liz!" he said. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Dick. Dick, meet Barry and Alison."

"Pleased to meet you, Dick!" Alison said. "Did you enjoy the show?" A splotch of cum trickled out of her bald pussy, and I watched her wipe it up with her finger, which she then licked clean. 

"I was impressed! I've never seen people fucking before, except in pornos. It's very different, in person."

"We like to watch, too. Would you mind?"

"Dick's a little shy right now," Liz answered for me. "Give him time."

Alison smiled, and pulled Barry to her. As we left them, they were kissing and cuddling as if we weren't there. I took that as our cue to leave.

Liz and I had our swim, and then applied more lotion to each other to replace the stuff the ocean had washed away. This time, she went first, oiling me back and front. When I turned over onto my back, she went straight for my cock and stroked it to hardness, giggling as she did so. Then she did the rest of my front without touching my cock at all, and slapping my hand away when I went for it myself. She was going to tease me this time. It had been a long time since I'd met a woman with this sense of playfulness, and I laughed and pinched her nipples. "You make me suffer, I'll make you suffer!"

"Now my turn," she announced, and we switched places. She stretched out on the towel, face down, and cradled her head in her arms. I once again took my time oiling her legs and ass. This time, I slipped a finger between her legs and played with her slot, parting the labia and stroking it almost up to her clit. When I got to her back, I paid special attention to what I could reach of the sides of her breasts, and I kissed the back of her neck. Finally, she rolled over, and I oiled her completely, from toes to chin, working my way slowly. Her pussy was already glistening with her juices, and I pinched her lips together at the top of her slot to put pressure on her clit as I snaked a finger into her hole. She responded by splaying her legs wide and breathing deeply. I removed my finger, replaced it with two, and gave her a quick, sharp orgasm. I then tried three fingers, but she said. "No. My tits now. Please?" I kissed her breasts lightly and poured some oil on those beautiful mounds, with hard dark nipples a half inch long, as hard as her fingertips and begging to be squeezed and sucked. 

I felt her legs wrap around my body, and then her hand was on my cock, guiding it into her. "Stop," I panted. "Are you...protected?"

"Yes," she answered. "I'm on the pill. But thanks for asking. You get points for that!" I let her position the cap of my cock at her entrance, and pushed it inside. It slid in smoothly, even though it was a snug fit. I felt her Kegel muscles grip it tightly, then loosen, and then tighten. I took it as an indication of the tempo she wanted, and matched it with my thrusts. She began a chant that was somewhere between a song and a whimper, and hugged me tightly. Our oily bodies slid against each other. What a feeling! It was as though my entire body was a foreskin, sliding up and down against her own slick body, her hard nipples like fingers stroking my chest. I felt her cum then, her cunt suddenly squeezing me tightly, and I desperately needed release. She sensed this, and whispered, "Cum! Cum into me!" That was all it took.

I don't think I had ever cum into a woman as hard as I came into Liz that day. It seemed to go on forever, and each spurt was echoed with a clench of her cunt muscles. I suddenly went totally limp against her, and we both relaxed and lay there totally silently, and the world gradually came back to us...the sound of the surf, the crying of seagulls, the touch of a sea breeze on my back, the softness of the sand. 

And then I heard the words a man most loves to hear. "That was the best fuck I've had in a long, long time. If I died right then and there, I wouldn't have minded." She smiled as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I'm glad you didn't. And you were amazing! Are amazing! Liz, I love you."

"Don't say that! We hardly know each other. You love my body. Lots of men have. But you hardly know me."

"I know enough. I can't say whether I'll always love you. Like you said, we hardly know each other. But right now, at this moment, I love you absolutely. And that's enough for me."

She smiled even as the tears flowed from her eyes. "I'll accept that. I'd be a fool to ask for more."

We held each other for a while, and then Liz broke the hold. "God, we're sweaty. Let's take a last swim before we go."

"We're going?"

"Well, I am. I have a date tonight." My heart sank. She saw the expression on my face and said, "Are you jealous?"

"A little. I want you all for myself now."

She smiled. "I know. I'm not ready for that yet, though. But I can tell you right now that no other guy has never made me as happy as you did today. So you've got the inside track. But I just met this guy, and I want to give him a chance to get to know me better. I kind of promised him."

"I can live with that. See you tomorrow?"

"You bet! Now let's swim." 

We held hands as we walked toward the water. If I can't have her for the rest of my life, I thought, I'll have her for this moment, as much as I can. We swam, we kissed and hugged some more, and then we picked up our things and went back to the parking lot. As we passed the regular nudist beach, a few people flashed grins at us, as if they knew where we'd been and what we were up to. I smiled back. Maybe they'd been to our "private beach" before they'd had kids. Hell, a lot of their kids had probably been conceived right there on that stretch of sand. I suddenly felt that these folks were part of our extended family, too. When we got to the north end of the nude beach, we dressed and made our way back to the parking lot.

She retrieved her motorcycle helmet and leathers from the trunk of my car and gave me a quick kiss. "Where is your date taking you tonight?" I asked.

"Why?" she asked as she pulled her riding suit on. "So you can check him out?"

"No, so I can avoid the place. I don't know if I could bear seeing you with him."

"Male jealousy? I can dig that. I've seen it before, like I told you. Some girls are flattered by that."

"Are you one of them?" 

"In a way, until it gets to a destructive level. You know what I mean, I think. I admit there was a time I'd be attracted to two men at the same time, or at least flattered that two men would be attracted to me, but I don't know if I'm that person anymore. Maybe I'll find out tonight." She gave me a level look. "If I am, do we still have a chance?"

"I don't know. I would depend on the guy, I think, and how he's treating you. I have a lot of emotions to sort through right now, Liz. Give me some time."

"All the time you need, love. You deserve it." And with a last kiss to me, she put on her helmet, kicked the cycle alive and off she roared. "Well," I thought. "If she's still thinking of me when she's being fucked by that other guy, maybe I have a future with her." I watched her until she was out of sight, and then put the key into the ignition.



A Very Private Beach Ch. 03



THE THIRD DAY

She was back the next day, waiting for me in the parking lot. This time, I popped the trunk without being asked.

"So how did your date go?" I asked.

"You mean, did we fuck?" she asked in a low voice.

"I mean, how did it go? I don't care whether you fucked, I care about whether you enjoyed yourself."

"Well, as a matter of fact, I did enjoy it, for a while, and yes, we fucked. That part didn't go so good. I'll tell you about it on the beach, if you're interested. Let's go. I'm horny as hell now."

"Just at the sight of me? We haven't even kissed."

She kissed me. "That's only made it worse! Actually, I was getting off on the motorcycle ride. I usually don't, but I almost came just from the motor. That bike's a damned expensive vibrator, but it works."

We made our way to the nude beach, where we stripped again. She wasn't kidding about being horny; her panties were soaked with her cum. "C'mon," she said as I doffed my shorts and shirt. "I don't want people on this beach to see me with my pussy so wet."

When we got to our usual space on the "private" beach, she spread out her towel and we oiled each other up. There was none of the coyness she'd showed yesterday. Once our backs were oiled, rolled me onto my back and went straight for my dick. It was hard right away, and she simply sat down on it, forcing it into her. God, she was wet! As she bounced down on top of me, she was rubbing her clit. I watched her breasts bounce as she bounced. I was doing everything I could to slow my orgasm, but nothing was working, and I groaned, "Liz. I've gotta cum." Just then, she came, and her juices trickled down my balls onto the towel. I released my load into her, but I doubt that she even felt it. She was trembling, her eyes were closed, and she was rubbing her tits as if feeling them for the first time. Then she just sort of flopped down on me, putting her full weight on my chest, and I felt her cunt muscles relax, then slowly tense, and then relax again, over and over, as though she was milking my cock to get all the jism out. I felt it slip out of her, and then she gave a long, low laugh.

"God, that was good!" she said. "I needed that!"

"I'm sorry I couldn't last longer, Liz. I was doing everything I could to stall. Thinking about garbage. Thinking about work. Thinking about bills. Nothing helped."

"Don't worry. It was just what I wanted."

"Better than yesterday?"

"Not better. Different, though. It was like thirst."

"How so?"

"Well, when you're really thirsty, you know, you just want water and lots of it. That's what today was. Yesterday, it was wine, not water. I didn't want to drink it so fast. I wanted to sip it, and savor it, discover its overtones and aftertastes."

"So what was your fuck last night? Wine or water?" 

"Flat Seven-Up!" she snorted. "We went to my place after dinner. I wanted him to wear a condom, but he bitched about it. He swore he was clean, but I didn't believe him, so I insisted. Anyway, we fucked, and he was like 'Let me take it off. Let me really feel you,' and like that. I was almost cumming when he came; I was that close! And when he took the rubber off, I could see a sore on the underside of his dick. 'What's that?' I said, and he said it was nothing, it was something he always had. That sonofabitch had herpes, or worse, and he wouldn't tell me!"

"And that tore it for you?"

"It sure killed the mood. And then, he had the nerve to ask me if his cock was the best I'd ever had. I said, 'I had a better cock than that just a few hours ago,' and I told him about our fucking on the beach. He hit the roof, got all possesive, told me that he expected me to be faithful to him. After one fuck! I told him to get out, so he did."

She paused, and then continued. "I really needed a climax, but not with him. I got out the old rabbit and got off, but I kept thinking about how different it would have been with you."

"If it makes you feel better, I jacked off twice last night thinking about you."

"Listen, I'm wondering something. I asked you for your medical record, and you got it to me right away. But how come you didn't ask for one in return?"

"I trusted you. I figured that you knew the importance of taking care of yourself, and that you were used to taking care of yourself. The karate, the way you take care of your bike. Your carefulness about me. You came across as a person who doesn't let these details slide."

"You seem the same way. and to prove I trust you, I'll do something for you that I wouldn't do to that other guy." And with that, she took my cock, still slimy with her juices, into her mouth and gently sucked on it.

The feeling was exquisite. And to cap it off, she slid a finger up my ass and gently massaged my prostate. I was hard again in seconds. There was no hurry, no urgency. I surrendered to the sensation, and to the breeze, and the sun, and the crash of the surf. It was the complete moment, except for one thing. I had to taste her pussy again.

"Let me eat you as you blow me," I begged. She shifted position to allow me access to her cunt and resumed sucking. The musky taste of her juices, the silky softness of her folds, the tartness of my own cum as it streamed from her pussy, ratched up my lust another notch. But I was teasing her as she teased me. 

At some point, I realized that Alison and Barry were there, looking at us. I smiled, and they smiled back. Barry was standing behind Alison, lifting and kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples as she parted the folds of her cunt with one hand and caressed her clit with the other. I couldn't see Barry's dick at firt; it might have been inside her ass for all I knew. Then I saw the cap protruding from between Alison's legs, under her slot, appearing and disappearing has he stroked her perineum with it. Then Liz took her mouth from my cock, kissed me on the lips, lay on her back, and spread her legs. "Fuck me now. Nice and slow."

"Barry and Alison..." I said.

"..want a show," Liz finished. "Let's give them one!"

If it had been yesterday, I might have refused. But now all I could think of was getting inside that wet pussy again and fucking it silly. I slid my cock into her vagina and again she signaled the pace she wanted by the clenching of her vaginal muscles. Impossibly slow, I thought at first, but I took her cue. She responded by digging her heels into the back of my thigh. She was right about the tempo; it was almost like being in a rocking boat or a swinging hammock. I would get her to the point of the orgasm, then back off a little. Somewhere in there, Alison came with a gasp. And then Barry came; I saw her hand reaching down to press his cock against her hole to increase the friction, and then his cock squirted glob after glob of yellow-white cum on to the warm sand. Alison turned around and they embraced, tuning us out of their private ecstasy.

"I wonder if that will be us in twenty years?" Liz murmured into my ear.

"We could do worse," I whispered back. "Are you ready to cum again?"

She closed her eyes and smiled, and I felt her heels digging into my thighs again, and he hands on my ass, pressing me. I sped up the thrusting and she followed suit. Then she came with a wail, a fierce hug, and a grip on my cock that could have squashed a banana. I let her orgasm subside, and then she growled, "Again!" I could only manage another two or three thrusts before I came, sparking a second peak of her climax. We were breathing as one, clenching as one, and finally relaxing as one. I looked up, and our friends were gone.

Liz kissed me and said, "Now that was wine!"

"It was indeed! Now it's my turn to say, 'That was the best fuck I've ever had in my life.' You are amazing, Liz! I've never met a woman who could use her cunt muscles like you can!"

We held each other for a while, and then got up to stretch our legs and take a swim. Alison and Barry were already in the water. The woman came up to me and said, "I'm glad you got over your shyness! That was the hottest thing we've seen in a long time!"

"The pleasure was ours. I didn't know I had that exhibitionist streak in me, but you guys were the perfect first audience."

"For you, you mean. We've seen Liz wank before, but never get it on with a guy."

"You've seen her wank?"

"Oh, sure! She'd love to do it in front of us. And it always got Barry super-horny."

"Did you feel...threatened in any way?"

"Like she was making a move on my man? Oh, hell, no! Liz wouldn't take it farther without my permission, and Barry never asked. She made that clear even before I brought it up. She's such a sweet girl! You know, it does my heart good to see that she's finally found a lover she can share with us. And frankly, my dear, you are a stud! It's always a pleasure to see another man who really knows how to use his cock!"

Liz and I swam for a while and chatted with the older couple. Then we returned to our towels, re-applied the lotion, and fucked some more. This time, I wasn't in a hurry to cum, So I teased her, going in just a little way, letting the ridge of my cap glide against her G-spot. I timed my thrusts to the sound of the waves. They say that every seventh wave is the strongest one, so I made that seventh wave the only time I'd fully enter her. Then six more shallow thrusts, one deep thrust, and so on. She was cumming again, with sharp little climaxes instead of big ones, which she showed with hugs, shivers, and clenches of her cunt. I'd let each climax subside, and slowly work my way up to full thrusts again, timing my strokes with the waves. We went on like this for a half an hour, maybe more. She seemed to reach another plateau of arousement, one of a continuous orgasm washing across her. At last, she moaned, "Let's finish this. My cunt's starting to hurt." So I gave a half dozen more deep thrusts in a row and shot my load as she chuckled.

"Water or wine?" I breathed.

"Cognac! Little sips of heaven! I didn't know I could last that long, after two fucks. How did you do it?"

"You did it, dear. I just helped set the pace, that's all. Thanks for taking it slow this time. It really helped me last."

She moved to a sitting position, put on her hat and sunglasses, and drew her legs against her body, hugging them with her arm but leaving her feet spread apart somewhat, allowing me to see her cunt with our juices oozing out of it onto the towel. "You know, with you it's easy. That guy last night. He was like so many others. All urgency, get in, squirt, and the curtain comes down and the band goes home. I tell them I need more, and they get defensive, like I've insulted their manliness. With you, I don't even think about it. I know you'll get me there."

"I can't believe you're so...orgasmic. For a while, I thought you had to be faking them!"

She laughed. "How do you know I wasn't? But, no, they were real. All of them. You were so into what I was feeling that I thought you deserved to know what was working and what wasn't. I can't lie to you, Dick, or keep anything from you. That would be so shitty."

She paused, as if to collect her thoughts. "I wasn't always so orgasmic. Maybe it's because I'm getting older. But I didn't really unlock it until I started coming to the beach here and wanking. I just told myself to enjoy my body, not worry about anything, let it happen. Feel the sun. Hear the waves. No pressure, nobody else to please but me. That's when I started to really notice my orgasms and how they differed. Wine, water, Champaigne, whiskey. Flat Seven-Up." We laughed. "Now you've got me wondering what else I've got in that liquor cabinet of mine. It's like there's a whole 'nother compartment, and you have the key!"

"I'd like to find out, too, as long as you keep giving me a sip."

"A sip? I'll get you stinking drunk, Dick!"

"You already have, dear. Please don't ever let me get sober again!"

"You may be drunk, but I'm hungry. Let's take another swim and then get something to eat."

"Is that a date?" I asked.

"Dinner and a show."

"A show?"

"Back at my place. I want to introduce you to Mr. Bunny, my vibrator. He's my best friend, next to you. But I want him to meet the competition."

"Well, I'll have to get a rain check on that. I have to be on the boat at five tomorrow morning, and there's no way in Hell that I could leave you that early. And it's going to be a grueling day, and I've got to get some sleep before then."

OK, then. Just dinner. When do you get time off next?"

"When I come back, on Saturday, probably around mid-morning. Meet you at the gate again at noon then?"

"Absolutely. Now let's get going."

And that's how the day ended, with another swim and an excellent dinner at one of the local bistros. I can't remember what we talked about, because all I remember were those beautiful eyes looking at me and, when we parted, those lips kissing me. Then she smiled, and tucked something into my pocket. "Have a good trip," she said. "See you on Saturday." And then she was off on her bike. When I checked my pockets, I found her panties, with her cum still damp on them. She'd taken them off in the lady's room. I imagined her roaring down the road, the motor's vibrations on her bare cunt, muffled only by her motorcycle pants. 

It was going to be a very long week. 



A Very Private Beach Ch. 04



She was there at the gate, as she'd promised. 

"Did you have a nice cruise?" she said by way of greeting.

"A cruise it wasn't! We took a beating from the ocean, but we got most of the data we were looking for." I drew her to me, and we kissed. "I never got a chance to wash those panties of yours."

"I'm sure you didn't. In fact, I'm sure you went to bed with them on your face every night!"

"Damn right! I missed you so much, Liz! I needed to smell you, to make sure you weren't a dream."

"You know, if that didn't sound gross, it would really be romantic! But I know what you mean. I didn't think about anything else, either. Or anybody else."

We made our way down the beach, stripping at the fringe of the nude beach. Some of the same people were there as before, along with some others and another half dozen children. The warmer weather had brought out almost the entire contingent of the area's nudists. When we arrived at Hard-on Beach (and, yes, I had one!), there were more people there, too. The people near the entrance were content to just chat and socialize and do some innocent necking, while those farther away were making love or watching the others do so. There was quite a crowd around Barry and Alison, with the onlookers, male and female alike, openly masturbating as they watched the pair fuck. They must have been in heaven, to look around and see half a dozen hard cocks spitting cum in their direction...not to mention a dozen bouncing bare breasts on wanton display.

It was a little too much of a crowd scene for me, so Liz and I made our way to the edge of the beach, where we laid our beach towels and proceeded to screw. We were at each other like hormone-crazed teenagers; no sooner were we oiled up than we were coupled together, as hungry for each other's bodies as starving men were for food. I came much sooner than I wanted, but was able to pleasure Liz with my tongue and fingers even after my cock had lost the battle. Then we just snuggled, murmuring sweet nothings into each other's ears. Somehow that was all we needed to do. We had nothing more to say, nothing more to do. 

"So what was that: water or wine?" I asked her at last.

"Lemonade, I think. Very thirst-quenching, and very sweet! And boy, was I thirsty!"

"Damn, you were wet!" I said. "Was that because of the 'expensive vibrator' you drove in on?"

She laughed. "Yes, partly. And partly because I needed to fuck you again. A week is way too long!"

"I agree. The panties weren't enough. In fact, they probably made the situation worse! Not that I would have thrown them overboard."

"You know, Dick, I've missed you more than I've missed anybody. I think you're going to be a keeper."

"Do you think so? I have my faults, you know. I've had trouble with authority figures when I was a kid, although I think that's in the past now. And I'm not the most patient guy in the world."

"Patient enough to get me to my climax even after you've had yours. That's a rarity among the guys I've made love to."

She paused, stroking my soft dick and pinching the foreskin between her thumb and forefinger and gently rubbing the layers together. Then she spoke again. "What we have is more than fucking, I think. When we uncouple, it's like some of me leaving with you. I can't explain it, but I feel...emptier. Not just my vagina, but all of me. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so. I mean, if it's anything like I feel. Usually after I cum, the world comes back to me too fast, and I feel the hardness of the bed, the roughness of the sheets, and maybe the crick in my back. But with you, there's a space where I feel like I'm feeding on your energy, like when I'm in a hot bath, and I just want to bask."

"Then you do understand. Let's go for a swim."

We got up and stretched, and then made our way to the water. Along the way, I saw maybe twenty other men, all in various stages of erection, and an equal number of women. We passed a young man stretched out on a towel; his face was covered with his shirt. He was wanking himself, taking his time about it, focusing only on the sensation of his oily hand on his eight-inch erection and oblivious to any spectators. A dark-haired woman with generous boobs, one a cup size larger than the other, regarding the youth appraisingly, as if mentally comparing his erection to that of her companion's, which she was stroking as they chatted. The rest of the crowd didn't seem to notice him at all.

"That could have been you," Liz said, "if you'd known on that first day that you could do it here."

"Maybe then, when the beach was empty. Now it's too public for me. Do you know him?"

"No. He's new. I guess he doesn't mind being watched, since he picked so public a place. You know, in a way he's me. Or he's who I was...coming down here alone to wank. Only he's probably hoping for some pussy, or some cock, but I wasn't. The thought of a real relationship with anybody was kind of scary, since I'd just come through a string of bad ones. Until you came along. That's one of my faults: I'm not good at keeping men. I think it's because I project some sort of fantasy ideal on them, and then get angry with them because they can't live up to it."

"Are you sure you aren't doing that with me?" 

She smiled. "Believe me, I wonder about that! But you've never given me any reason to think that you're not who you seem to be. With the others, there were warning signs that I missed, or that I refused to see. I'm not getting those vibes with you. Maybe it's because I watched you jerk off within five minutes of our meeting. Usually it's the careful dance, and the getting acquainted and the sexual tension, before the subject of sex comes up. But we sort of had it the other way around."

By this time, we'd waded into the water up to our waists. She let go of my hand and started swimming, with an easy side-stroke, and I followed her with a slow breast-stroke. The surf was strong enough to try a little body-surfing, and Barry and Alison were already there, with Alison getting the best rides of the two. I finally got the hang of it after four or five waves. When we tired of that, Liz said to Alison, "Dick and I are going to go back and screw some more. Do you want to watch us, or join us?"

"We'd love to, dear, but we need to get home. Will you two be here tomorrow?"

"I will. He will, too, if he's free, and if I have anything to say about it!"

"Then let's do it tomorrow. 'Bye now. Have fun, kids!" And they went back to their spot, packed up their things, and were gone.

We returned to our towels, reapplied the lotion, and then made love again, slowly and languorously. I started by eating her pussy until she came again, with a short, shallow climax. Then it was her turn to pleasure me, licking my cock to hardness and then giving me a slow blow job, sliding her lips over my cock while grinding her tongue against my cap. Then she started humming, and the vibrations sent my cock into new throes of pleasure. 

"I can't hold it, Liz," I gasped. She answered by squeezing my balls gently, as if to force the semen out. And then I unloaded my cum into her mouth. She swallowed some, and gave the rest back to me with a French kiss. Somehow the salty taste of my sperm, combined with the pussy juice I was still licking off my lips, was the perfect ending to this bit of oral play, particularly since she was tasting the same jism and pussy that I was.

"Water or wine, Liz?"

"Whiskey sour!"

We got up for another swim, just as another young couple was arriving. The guy looked like he worked out a lot; although I'm not in bad shape, I felt like the proverbial ninety-pound weakling next to him. I took a little solace in the fact that his erect cock was smaller than mine, even though his shaved balls and crotch made it look more prominent. The woman with him was a knockout, with blond hair, red lips, blue eyes, and a pair of boobs that swayed as she walked. She was also shaved, with fat outer lips that completely hid her inner lips and clit. Liz introduced me to them as Jeremy and Sally. "They like to watch, and to be watched," Liz said to me.

"Some other time, maybe. Right now, I need another swim. And some food!"

"You also needed to tear your eyes from her chest," Liz chuckled as we left them. 

"Well, she certainly has a beautiful pair of boobs."

"So which are your favorite: large like hers, or small like mine?"

"I have only one preference: natural. The turn-offs are the girls who have implants...you know, the kind that look like balloons taped to their chest. If they're large, I want 'em to swing a little."

"So you don't want me to get a boob job?"

"You? Your tits are perfect. And if they get bigger with milk, they'll still be perfect. I wanted to ask you last week: why aren't they as tanned as the rest of you?"

She laughed. "That was an accident. The first time I was out here this year, my nips got sunburned. So I wore a bra to keep the sun off them while they healed. But I liked the 'two-tone' effect, and now and then I'll wear a top to preserve it."

"It's erotic as hell. It makes me want to suck on those nips."

"Then why don't you?" By that time, we were again in the water, so I held her close and put my mouth against her left breast, sucking on the nipple. She took my left hand and pressed it against her right breast, and I fondled its nipple as I sucked. As the surf broke around us, she climaxed with a shudder and begged me to keep going. I switched nipples, sucking on the right one and pinching the left one, and she climaxed again with a cry that got people looking at us.

"Wow. I didn't know I could make you cum just by sucking on your nips!"

"I didn't know that, either. That's the first time I've cum just from tit stimulation alone. Just what else do you have in that bag of tricks, Dick?"

"Let's go get some dinner, and we'll find out."

"Not at the restaurant. This time I'm going to take you home, and make you dinner, and then take you to my bed and fuck you wobbly. Would you like to fuck in a real bed, dear?"

"In your bed, certainly. I don't have to get up at four o'clock, either."

"Honey, I'm hoping you won't even get to sleep before then!"

And that's how the day ended. We went to her apartment, where she made me a dinner of spaghetti, garlic bread, a salad, and a bottle of Zinfandel. After dessert, we took a shower together, where she gave me a soapy hard-on that we played with for a while. Then I lathered up her pussy; she used a special soap that didn't burn her sensitive pubes. And then we went to bed, where I buried that hard-on in her and set the bed to creaking. She was a wild woman. After I shot my spunk into her, she wasn't satisfied and gave me a demonstration of what she could do with "Mr. Bunny." The sight of her climaxing brought me to yet another erection, and I took her wide-opened legs as an invitation to penetrate her again. I came almost as soon as I entered her, giving her what little I had left in my balls before going entirely slack and slipping out of her again. She laughed.

"Did I break your little soldier, big boy?"

"I don't know. Let's give him a little R&R, see if he recuperates."

"Well, let's make some popcorn, and finish off that bottle of wine." 

She left me then for about ten minutes, and returned to the bed with two wine glasses and a big bowl of popcorn, which we consumed right there in bed. She'd hold a kernel in her lips and invite me to take it from her. I proceeded to place more kernels on her tits, and in her belly button, and finally in the folds of her pussy, and fish them all out with my tongue. Meanwhile, she'd wiped the butter from the bottom of the bowl and applied it to my dick, which responded with a final erection that was soon inside her. My orgasm was fluidless, almost like an electric shock. We drowsed off then, in each other's arms. 

No doubt about it. I was deeply, seriously in love with this woman. And I even dared to think that she was in love with me, and that we'd build a relationship on this love that would last a lifetime. And I didn't even know her last name!



A Very Private Beach Ch. 05



THE FIFTH DAY

I was awakened by the touch of lips on my cheek. I opened my eyes, and there she was, nestled against me, her hand on my cock. "Hungry?" she asked.

"For breakfast, or for you? I think you, first. Then breakfast."

"Coming up!" she said. She meant my cock, which was indeed responding to her caresses. 

"I should be getting you off first, dear."

"No. You're a guest in my house. This one is yours. The next one's mine." And with that, she lay on top of me and rubbed the folds of her cunt against my cock. 

"God, you're wet!"

"Well, I've been fingering myself ever since I woke up, a half an hour before you did. That's my usual morning routine, on weekends. Are you hard enough? Put it in, just like it is. I'd like to feel it get hard inside me."

Although I was only half-hard, my cock slipped in easily, and then I felt her cunt muscles massaging it. That's all it took to get it to full erection, and we slowly fucked as we kissed. She shifted position, straddling me so she could ride me cow-girl style, and I was able to see all of her body, from forehead to clit, which she was pinching as we fucked. I grasped her nipples and squeezed them in time to her vaginal pinches, and to my surprise, she came even before I did, a small, sharp orgasm that dissipated immediately. But I wasn't far behind. Sensing my impending climax, she lay down on top of me and I stroked her back and grabbed her ass as I came. 

"I thought I was supposed to cum first!" I said with a grin.

"Oops. My bad. Does that mean I don't get another one after breakfast?"

"That depends. What's for breakfast?"

She bit my nose. "That's what you get for asking hard questions before coffee. I have eggs, bacon, toast. How do you want your eggs? Or do you want French toast?"

"French toast sounds great! Do you want any help?"

"I'm good. Just your company." She got up, put on a robe, and disappeared into the bathroom. When she was done, I took my turn and then joined her in the kitchen.

After we'd eaten, we went back to the bed, but she didn't want to resume fucking right away. She wanted to talk.

"I have to know, Dick. What's next for you?"

"Do you mean: 'what's next for us?'" 

"I guess so. I want this to go on, but I don't now how long you're going to be around. What happens after that?"

"I really haven't thought that far ahead, Liz. We expect to be done with our data gathering in another week or two. After that, I'm going back to San Diego, and then wherever else they send me. Maybe another three- or four-month stint at sea. To be frank, they give my kind of job to guys who aren't attached to anybody, because they know how hard this sort of life is people in relationships. 

"But I can turn down these jobs for something more like a desk job. I've never felt I needed to. Before. Now that I've met you, I'm thinking very, very seriously of doing that. The thought of being away from you for a week, let alone four months, is suddenly something that scares the shit out of me."

"You'd give up your seagoing for me?"

"Would you give up your job at the clinic for me?"

She put her hand on my chest. "Do you want me to?"

"No, I don't. Your life is your own to live. Your friends are here, your job is here. Your life is here. If anything makes sense, it's for me to move here, find a job..."

"Dick, there aren't any decent jobs for anybody around here any more, let alone for marine biologists. And my roots to this place aren't that deep. Tell me, do they have psychologists on these ships that are at sea for four months? Or do they still think that women on board are a jinx?"

I laughed. "That hasn't been true for years. But no, they're lucky to have a doctor. If somebody has incapacitating problems, mental or physical, they just put him off at the next port or, if it's really bad, send a helo out for him." 

"Well, let's agree to live our lives separately for the moment. We've just been given a gift, and we should enjoy it while we can."

"A gift? Of what?"

"Of each other." She snuggled up to me and held me close, nuzzling my face. "Give me some of you, right now."

And we kissed, but this was a different sort of kiss. I was aroused, surely, but there was a tenderness that I hadn't felt before. I was content to stroke her and hug her, without any intent to heighten the sexual tension. We lay like that for a half an hour or more, but then she started playing with my cock again. That got me hard, and I started paying attention to her pussy. 

"Are you ready for your orgasm now?" I asked. "I promised you one after breakfast."

"Mmm."

"You know what I want to do? I want to see what your pussy tastes like without suntan lotion on it."

She laughed and spread her legs. I crouched between them and started giving her tongue. I could taste her flowing juices, and my own sperm, and something else: a distinctly metallic tang. I put in my finger and when I removed it, there was blood on it.

"I think your period has started, dear!"

I felt her body go tense. "Oh, damn! And I was looking forward to getting off on your tongue!"

"Relax. I'm not going anywhere." And I started lapping at her cunt again.

"You don't mind my menses?"

"Why should I? It's just another flavor in the liquor cabinet. We'll call this 'Sangria.'"

She didn't answer, but her body relaxed again, and by the time I had three bloody fingers in her and my tongue pressing on her clit, she was already well on her way to her second climax of the morning. I felt her hands on my head, pressing me closer. Then her legs locked around my head, and she gave a wail of pleasure, and I thrust my tongue into her vagina as far as it would go. The wail turned into a shriek, and then she was gasping for air. I felt her legs trembling, and then go limp. She was flowing copiously now, blood mixed with her juices, and I lapped it all up as it trickled out of her. 

"Now fuck me," she said. "I need your cock, sailor boy. Please."

I slid upward, planting my already hard cock into her slippery hole. She gripped it in her vagina with a series of contractions that signaled the tempo she wanted. I echoed them with my thrusts as best I could, but she was eager to have another climax as soon as possible, riding the crest of her previous wave, and was accelerating her tempo by degrees. It was raw lust, nothing but lust, and it crashed over us like a wave, leaving us both gasping and moaning. As she crested again, I gave my boner a last thrust into her and felt it spurting its load into her womb. 

"Did you cum?" She panted.

"God, yes!"

"Wow. I couldn't feel it. I was just so into myself just then. You know, that was the first time anybody ate me out when I had my period. What a turn-on!"

"First time for me, too. I've wanted to, but my girlfriends all thought it was gross. They sometimes wouldn't even let me touch them there."

"Well, I always thought it was kind of gross, too, right up to the time you started doing it." She laughed. "God, what a mess we've made! Let me into the bathroom for a minute. I've got to wash up and put in a tampon."

"While you're in there, I'll strip the bed and put the sheets in the wash." I'd seen the washer and dryer in the kitchen. 

"God, you're amazing. A guy who does the wash without being told. You really are a keeper! But let's take a shower first. You look like you've been in a fight!" I kissed her and went into the bathroom, and looked into the mirror. She was right; her menstrual blood was smeared all over my cheeks and nose, not to mention my cock and balls. And then I saw her in the mirror, standing behind her, her menses smeared on her face and the inside of her thighs. She looked absolutely beautiful, and I said so.

"Even as messy as I am?"

"I've never thought a menstruating woman could be so sexy and womanly. You are both of those."

"You're weird, Dick! But I like weird!" she said as we stepped into the shower. In a few minutes we were both clean, and she tore open a tampon and inserted it into her cunt. 

"I've never seen a woman do that before," I said as I handed her a towel

"Never? You've never been with a woman on the rag?"

"Not intimately. They didn't want to fuck then."

"More's the pity. That's when I'm most sensitive. I think that's why I came so fast this morning. And there's absolutely nothing about my body that I want to hide from you. Do you want to watch me pee?"

I smiled. "Is that the exhibitionist in you again? I don't think I'd find it erotic, but it wouldn't turn me off, either."

"Well, I'm going to pee," she said and, sitting on the toilet, she did. As the stream flowed into the bowl, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, as if to savor the sensation. As she finished, she opened them again and studied my face for a reaction. "Now you."

She stood up and dabbed her labia with toilet paper as I let my own stream flow into the bowl and mix with hers. She smiled. "See? That wasn't hard." 

"That's why I could pee...it wasn't hard!"

She laughed. "Oh, yeah! Men have that problem, don't they?" And I joined her laughter as she flushed the toilet. I marveled in how completely in touch with her body this woman was, and how open she was with it, and how effective she was at getting me to be open with my own. It suddenly hit me that there was nothing I ever wanted to hide from her. Or needed to.

We dressed and went to the beach, leaving the Yamaha behind. This time, she'd brought extra tampons, so she could fuck me at the beach and then simply insert a new one. The only other difference was that the beach towel she chose was red, and double size. 

We didn't go directly to Hard-On Beach this time, though. Liz saw a nude woman in the clothing-optional area she knew and we stopped to chat for a while. The woman had sea-green eyes, a thin face, a profusion of long blonde hair, and melon-sized tits with long, red nipples. Her crotch hair was equally blonde and neatly trimmed. Liz introduced me to her. "Dick, this is Inge. She's from Denmark."

We shook hands, and Liz explained that I was with the Oceanic Survey. "So he's out on boats all the time."

"I understand," Inge remarked. "I grew up on an island, and you could go nowhere without a boat. I could sail before I could drive." As we talked, we applied our suntan oil to each other but in deference to the sensibilities of others, we didn't make an erotic game out of it. At one point, a girl, perhaps two years old, toddled up to her and said, "Milk?" "Of course, Laurie," Inge replied as she offered the child her breast, and the toddler began sucking. So that's why her nips are so long, I thought.

"Does this bother you, Dick?" she asked.

"Of course not. What could be more natural than a woman breast-feeding her daughter?"

Inge smiled. "Actually, she's not my daughter. She's Amy's child -- that tall brunette woman over there. My own baby is coming this way now. His name's Nils." And turning around, we saw a boy about Laurie's age coming our way with a pail and a bucket. "He saw Laurie nursing, and whatever somebody else has, he wants, too!" The boy dropped to his knees in front of Inge and took the other breast.

"So you let other children have your milk?" I asked.

"Why not? Amy does the same with Nils. When you have a bottle of water and a child asks you for a sip, wouldn't you share it?" She shifted position, leaning back and putting her weight on her elbows, the better to accommodate both children as they drained her breasts. As she did so, she stretched out her legs in front of her, long and shapely. She'd spread them apart, giving me a clear view of her pussy and its generous inner labia, but I sensed that she wasn't doing it to give me a show but only to make herself comfortable.

"Besides," she continued, "I think it gives these children a bond even greater than brother and sister. We hope it will continue after they're weaned, but we'll see. Right now, all we can give them is a place where they can learn not to be ashamed of their bodies. And where all children can see what breasts are for."

I realized that she had a point. More than that, I began to appreciate these people as more than simply nudists but as loving, sharing people who had no fear of bringing their dreams of a perfect world to reality.

What a sight that was: a beautiful nude woman with a child at each breast! To my surprise, I found the scene not the least bit erotic, but breathtakingly beautiful all the same. For the first time, I was seeing human bodies as they ought to be seen, on open display without a trace of shame.

"This is what heaven must be like," I murmured in appreciation.

"No," said Inge. "If this were heaven, there would be no war, and no hunger. Maybe this little bit of beach is heaven right now, but bad things can happen even here, if we allow it." She paused and gave me a dazzling smile. "But you and Liz, you are the kind of people who make this a heaven, right now."

"Well, we want to get over to the other beach," Liz said. "We'll let you go. Say hello to Peer for us." And she gave Inge and the kids each a kiss.

"Well, what did you learn from that?" Liz asked as we walked down the path to Hard-on Beach.

"Well, for one thing, I learned that I can carry on a conversation with two beautiful naked women without getting a boner." 

She laughed. That's because you've already cum twice today!"

"Yeah, probably so. But I got out of there just in time...I'm getting hard again. And I learned something else, too. I'm beginning to see what you like about these people. They're very special. And that makes you more special, too."

"I'm glad you like them. And I'm glad that they like you. Well, we're here. Let's take care of that 'condition' of yours."

She spread the big towel out and then removed her tampon and put it into a baggie for later disposal. We fucked there on the towel, slowly and sweetly, without the need of a quick orgasm this time, unlike our previous arrivals at the beach. By this time, her menstrual flow was stronger, and we again made a mess of ourselves. When we were a few minutes into our lovemaking, Barry and Alison showed up. They spread their towel next to ours and began fucking, with Barry on the bottom and Alison riding him and making sure I got an eyeful of her bouncing tits. They got off first, and then watched Liz and me as we fucked our way to our own climaxes.

When we all got up for our swim, I noticed that there weren't as many people as there had been yesterday. We walked down to the shoreline hand in hand, and got a few double-takes as people greeted us and then noticed our bloody genitalia. The guys seemed a little shocked, but the girls just grinned. "I could never be so bold," one girl confided to us as she walked alongside us. "My boyfriend would just shit."

"Sure you could," Liz replied. "You're a woman. It's just part of who you are. If he's really into you, he'll adjust."

"Well, I wish we had what you guys have," she confessed. When I heard that, I gave Liz's hands a squeeze, and she squeezed back. No words were necessary. We washed ourselves in the ocean and swam for a while, chatting with the other visitors. We stood waist deep in the water, and once I was looking at Liz as an expression briefly crossed her face. It was an expression I'd seen just hours ago, when she'd peed. I gave her a questioning glance, and she smiled back and winked. We enjoyed our private joke as the other couples played around us. 

We made our way quickly back to our towel, where Liz inserted another tampon. As we oiled up, I pointed to the string and said, "Does that mean we don't get to fuck any more?" 

"Not for a while. But that doesn't mean that you can't give me head. Believe me, my clit's so sensitive now that you won't need to finger-fuck me." She was right. My tongue on her clit, and her fingers on her nipples, was enough to send her to Nirvana. And then she gave me a long, slow blowjob. Alison and Barry, observing us as they were walking back to their towel, decided to join the fun. Alison got down on her hands and knees. I watched her breasts swinging as Barry entered her from behind and started pumping. Meanwhile, Liz circled her engorged clit with her fingers as she tongued my cock, keeping herself primed for another cum.

None of us rushed it. It was as if we all wanted the moment to last forever. As they fucked, they kept eye contact on us, and I in turn watched them as their faces reflected their various stages of arousal. I finally could not keep my cock under control, and said, "Liz, I'm going to cum." She shifted from a blowjob to a handjob, and everybody watched as my cum shot into the air and splattered onto my belly and chest. The sight was enough to put Barry over the edge, and his face suddenly reddened as he pumped his seed into Alison's cunt. That, in turn, precipitated Alison's orgasm; her eyes widened and her breasts flushed pink as she felt Barry's rod pulsing inside of her. Not to be left out, Liz wanked herself to the climax she had been nursing ever since she started blowing me. 

We had all cum within the space of a minute, and started laughing at the sensation of our simultaneous release. "That was the best one ever!" Alison proclaimed as she rolled over onto her back, her stiff pink nipples now pointing proudly sunward. "It's like I could feel your energy, all three of you!" Barry stretched out next to her, stroking her belly and grinning in agreement. Liz lapped the cum off my body like a kitten, and then gave my softened cock a final suck. Then we all lay there quietly, listening to the surf and feeling the sun dry the sweat off our bodies. 

I'm in heaven, I thought. In less than two weeks, this wonderful woman had changed me from a shy, lonely guy into a man with a knockout girlfriend who enjoys screwing in public. If there's some way I can stay with her and share this beach with her friends, I'm going to do it.

"I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist before," I mused.

We don't either," Alison said. "I mean, we get off having other people watch us, but we don't need it to get off. And we only do it here, where we're surrounded by people we know. I wouldn't think of flashing my tits at strangers. With me, it's like having a really good dinner. You want to share it with friends, and the company makes the food taste better. But the company has to be good, too, and friends always make the best company."

We took a last swim and made our departures, with Liz and I going back to her place for another dinner. No postprandial fuck this time, though, as I had get what rest I could before I boarded the boat the next morning. We parted at the restaurant. She tucked another pair of panties into my pocket, this set spotted with blood. And I gave her three packs of batteries for Mr. Bunny.

It was going to be another long week. 



A Very Private Beach Ch. 06



THE SIXTH DAY

She was waiting for me when my car pulled up to her apartment building, wearing a yellow sundress through which her nipples were prominently on display. When I ran my hand down her backside, I could feel no panties under the dress, a fact I confirmed when I pulled up the front to tickle her bare vulva. A quick hug and kiss and a grope at each other's genitals, and we were off to Hard-on Beach. When we arrived at the clothing-optional beach and stripped, I saw with relief that there was no string dangling from her cunt; her period was over. As we proceeded down the beach, I got to meet Inge's husband Peer, a tall, scholarly fellow with a fiery red moustache, a slight potbelly, and an uncut cock. Amy was there, too, and this time it was she with the two children at her breasts, allowing Peer and Inge some time off. "Go with Dick and Liz," she said. "Joe and I'll watch the babies." 

"Are you sure?" Inge said.

"Of course. After they've been fed, they'll want to nap. They'll be no trouble. Take your time!" And she gave a wink. Inge smiled back.

The four of us made our way to Hard-on Beach. By the time we got there, both Peer and I had erections, so we grabbed a semi-secluded spot and spread out our blankets. In no time at all, Inge was on her back, with her marvelously long legs splayed out, and Peer slid into her without a word. Liz and I remained standing, with her leaning back against me and teasing her labia apart as I drew circles around her nipples with my fingers. I slipped my cock between her legs, as I'd seen Barry do with Allison that first weekend, and she would tease its cap at the same tempo she teased her clit. I kissed her neck, and she groaned with pleasure, while both of us never took our eyes off the couple rutting before us. 

They were making love with the practiced ease that comes from years of familiarity. Not a word was spoken between them as they fucked, effortlessly timing their excitement to each other's level of lust. Peer came with a grunt and a spasm that was mirrored in Inge's own convulsion. Then they just held each other, and Inge's eyes locked on mine with an expression of triumph. I smiled back. 

Then Liz turned around and gave my cock a squeeze. "Our turn!" she said. We lay there on our towel, with her spreading her legs to give me unimpeded entrance to her sex. As anxious as I was to fuck her, I nonetheless had to taste her pussy first, so I gave her cunt a lot of attention with my lips. I heard Inge say to Peer, "Do that to me." And he did. Both of the girls were soon purring like kittens, and I saw Inge extend her hand to grasp Liz's. It was the first time I'd seen Liz including somebody else in our passion, and it definitely turned the eroticism up a notch or two. Within a few minutes, both women had climaxed noisily. Then Liz whispered the three words I'd been dying to hear: "Put it in." I slid up her body, kissing her from mons to neck as I went, and when my cock slid into her cunt, there was plenty of lubrication to ease the way, tight though she was. I counted on feeling the clenching of her Kegels to guide me, and was not disappointed. This time, she told me she wanted short, quick strokes, and she played me like a violin. When my orgasm came, it hit me with a shock, coming out of nowhere. I barely had time to gasp before she was squeezing the cum out of me. We lay there, limbs entwined, and then she laughed and told Inge, "He usually lasts a little longer!"

"He usually hasn't just come back from a week without pussy!" I explained, and we all laughed.

"It was so beautiful watching you two fuck," Liz said. "When Barry and Alison fuck, it's like they want to make a show of it for the others, but you two just fucked, like we weren't even there."

"It has been a long time since we made love in front of other people," Peer confided. "We did it here, on this beach, a lot before Nils came along. You weren't here yet, Liz."

I had to ask them if Nils was conceived on that beach. They smiled, and Inge said, "Maybe. He was conceived in September, and that month was very warm that year. So we were probably here. But it could have been in our bed at home, or in the little camper trailer we have. We were fucking everywhere then. And Liz, it was beautiful to watch you two make love, and to see that Dick saw to your needs before his. You could learn from that, Peer!"

In reply, Peer took Inge's left breast into his mouth and sucked on the nipple. Then Inge surprised me. "Dick, do you want a taste, too?"

"You mean, of your milk?"

"But of course. Have you had mother's milk before?"

"My mom told me I was breast-fed, but I don't remember it."

"Would you like some now? Maybe the taste will bring back the memory."

I looked at Peer, but he just smiled and nodded his head. So did Liz, so I clambered onto Inge's blanket, my soft dick and balls swinging, and took her right breast into my mouth. I sucked, and the milk flowed into my mouth, rich and sweet. As I sucked, I gave her nipple some quick laps with my tongue, and she giggled. 

"Dick," Liz said. "I want to suck Peer's dick. Would that be OK with you?"

I gave her a thumbs-up, and Liz took Peer's cock into her mouth. It swelled at the feel of her tongue licking it, and my own cock swelled, too. Inge noticed this, and said, "OK. You sucked me, now I suck you." She slid into a 69 position and began sucking my dick, with her own hairy cunt, still seeping with Peer's sperm, an inch away from my mouth. I extended my tongue, tentatively lapping at her labia, and she responded by raising her leg to offer me better access. I glanced at Liz for her approval, and she winked at me without removing her mouth from Peer's now fully hard rod. So I licked Inge's cunt more aggressively, smearing my face with her juices. When I snaked my tongue under her clitoral hood and teased out her clit, she responded with a gasp and renewed her attention to my dick, as if forcing me to cum before she did. She gave an excellent blowjob, and I exploded into her mouth with a force that had her swallowing gulp after gulp of cum. As she released my cock from her mouth, I redoubled my own efforts and gave her now engorged clit a nip and a fierce sucking. She screamed and came again, with a flow of cum that sprayed from her snatch and drenched the towel. At that moment, Peer gave a groan of his own as he came, but I never saw his cum, as Liz sucked it from his cock as fast as he could squirt it. She then made a face. "Sorry, Peer," she said. "But frankly, Dick's cum tastes better."

"Yah, I drink too much beer!" Peer said. "That's what Inge tells me." I handed Liz a water bottle, and she rinsed her mouth.

"Oh, my," Inge said. "Three orgasms in less than an hour! Remember when we did that all the time, dear?"

Peer was playing idly with his cock as he replied, "Oh, yes! I miss it, too."

"A child really changes things! But maybe we could get Amy to baby-sit Nils more. Then we would have more time alone with Liz and Dick. Dick, I have to say that you have a very talented tongue! I'm so glad that Peer and Liz let you do that to me."

"I was in no position to complain!" Peer laughed. "And I always love to see you happy. And we've known Liz for a long time. I want to see her happy, too, and I can see that Dick is very, very good to her. You are all my friends."

"Now we must go," Inge declared. "Amy must be wondering what happened to us. It has been a real pleasure, my friends. We must do this again sometime. I would like to fuck you, Dick, but Peer and I are trying to make another baby, so I am not protected. But if Liz permits, I could bring some condoms. But of course, Liz would have to give permission."

"That depends on one thing," Liz said. "Dick, would you be put out if I fucked Peer?"

"As long as you don't hide it from me. I don't think I have a great claim on you, since we've really just met. But I think we're good enough friends that we shouldn't be hiding anything from each other."

Liz kissed me tenderly and gave my cock a squeeze. "I'd rather die than do that." We all got up, and Inge gave me a goodbye hug that was anything but proper, including a kiss full of tongue. "A 'promissory,' I think you call it," she said. I felt her long red nipples grinding into my chest. Peer and Liz exchanged an equally passionate hug, and then our friends gathered up their things and made their way back to the other beach, hand in hand.

"I think Peer would be a good fuck," Liz said as we watched them go. "Maybe I am a two-man woman after all. Can you live with that?"

"You can be a twenty-man woman, as long as I'm one of the men. I'm a little surprised that you'd let me screw another woman in front of you, though."

"It's just screwing. Peer and Inge have a relationship that's bomb-proof. Like Barry and Alison. You know, I've always wanted to see what Barry's cock feels like inside me, but never felt right about asking, because I didn't want Allison to feel threatened. But I think that Allison has the hots for you. Maybe we should bring up the subject of a foursome with them."

"Wow, I can't believe this. You're setting me up as a fuck-buddy for all your friends?"

She grinned. "All my female friends. But on the condition that I can be a fuck-buddy for all my male friends. Or, at least, the ones that interest me, and meet my qualifications. What do you say?"

I held her in my arms and kissed her lovingly, tenderly. "If a lot of cocks make you happy, I wish you a hundred of them." I felt her melt against me. We stayed like that for a long time, just feeling each other breathe. 

Then we went for a swim. Allison and Barry were there, splashing each other like children. I gave Liz a searching look. She smiled back, and then took Allison aside while Barry and I chatted about the baseball standings. I could see Allison glance my way as she talked. I could also see that she wasn't looking at my eyes, but at my cock. I felt it rise and harden. 

When we left the water, Liz took me aside. "I asked her. She said she needed a little time to think it over, and talk to Barry. But right now she wants things to be the same as before. And she wants us to join them for some fucking."

"Sounds good to me," I said, and it did. We set up shop, and we two men lay on our backs side by side and let the women mount us, cowgirl style. The sight of Allison's heavy boobs bouncing and swinging as she fucked was always a beautiful thing to me, and today she gave me a real show. Was it because she was already imagining my cock inside her? As for Liz, she was a wild woman, in search of her second orgasm of the day, and she got it, and a third one as well, by strumming her clit as we fucked. The sweat was streaming off her, giving her body a shine and a slipperiness that tore at my senses. All her attention was focused on my cock; I could have been Mr. Bunny as far as she was concerned. But I didn't begrudge her this, because the sight of her in ecstasy was breathtaking. Her third orgasm, intense and wet, was joined by ours, in cascade style, and we congratulated ourselves on our timing. "You know," Allison said, "with a little more practice, we could get really good at this!" We all laughed. 

After another swim, we packed up our things and headed back into town. "Let's stop for a pizza," Liz suggested. "I don't want to cook. Do you want to stay at my place again, or do you have to be on the boat tomorrow?"

"Not until Monday."

"Good!" We got the pizza to go, and was surprised when Liz asked for extra sauce. When I asked her why, she gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, "You'll find out."

And find out I did. After dinner, we went straight to bed. She got out the little bottle of sauce and poured some of it onto her boobs. I licked it off. She put some more on her pussy and I licked that off, too.

"How do you like that?" She giggled.

"Needs extra cheese."

"There's some in the fridge. Really, there is."

I got up and fetched it from the kitchen. She had already spread more pizza sauce over her pussy, and I gave it a dusting of cheese. I licked it off slowly. By now she was lubricating, adding her own flavor notes to the brew, and I swear that it was the finest pizza sauce I ever tasted.

"Now do me," I said. And she did, cheese and all. I confess that I added some extra flavoring of my own, gushing into her mouth. But she took it in stride, and by the time the bottle was empty, she'd had a few more orgasms than I did. But I wasn't complaining. At last our passion was spent, and we snuggled and drowsed off.



A Very Private Beach Ch. 07



THE SEVENTH DAY

The phone rang in the living room that morning, and Liz got up to answer it. I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I awoke again, she'd already been finger-fucking herself, and was masturbating me to arousal in more ways than one. As soon as I was hard, I entered her and began pumping her. But try as I might, I couldn't light that fire in her before my own orgasm hit. "I'm sorry," I panted.

"For what?" she asked. 

"I wanted you to cum first," I explained. I started to finger-fuck her and bent down to kiss her cunt.

She stopped me, and gave me a hug. "Don't worry about it. I don't think an orgasm was in the cards for me this time."

"Was it anything I did? Or didn't do?"

She held her breath, as if collecting her thoughts. Then she told me something I really needed to hear, something no woman had ever told me before.

"Listen, dear. Women aren't wired the way men are. With you, orgasms are pretty much inevitable. Give your dick a tickle, and you pop. But with us, it's different. Usually I cum, but sometimes I don't. It has nothing to do with your skills as a lover. Sometimes I get a big one, sometimes a small one, sometimes three in a row. Sometimes I don't get squat, even though it's still a very pleasurable sensation, like just now.

"So you have a choice. Do you want me to fake an orgasm just to let you know that I still think you're a great lover, like every other woman you've probably slept with has done? Or do you want me to be totally honest with you about it, and not take it personally when the skyrocket doesn't go off?"

"I think you already know the answer to that, Liz. I want you to be honest with me, always. I'm a big boy; I can take a little disappointment. And if anybody could do anything one hundred percent of the time, where's the challenge?"

"Do you really mean that? Be honest with me!"

"Cross my heart and hope to die! And thanks for being so honest with me just now. I needed to know that."

She smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear. I've waited my whole life to hear that from a guy!"

"And I've waited my whole life to hear what you've just told me. Liz, what's your last name?"

"What has that got to do with anything?" she laughed.

"Well, I don't know it. You never told me, and I think I should know that about you we're going to get serious about each other."

"Are we going to get serious about each other?"

"That depends on your answer."

"Flannigan."

"I love you, Liz Flannigan. But we've got to do something about that last name."

"Is that a marriage proposal?"

"Maybe."

"Well, let me think about that. 'Liz Brown'...it could be worse."

"Hey, how did you know my last name? I never told you!"

"From that medical report you showed me the second day we met."

"Oh, yeah. I'd forgotten about that."

"Hey, let's get some breakfast, and get out to the beach. I have something special for you out there today."

"Like what?"

She winked. "It's a secret. But you'll like it!"

When we got to the beach, we saw Amy and the two kids, but there was no sign of Peer and Inge. "They've gone on ahead," she told us as we stripped. "They got tired of waiting for you." And sure enough, they were at Hard-on Beach, a few hundred feet from the edge of the path. They waved to us, and we came over, oiled each other up, and exchanged pleasantries. And then Inge said something that floored me. 

"Liz, may I fuck Dick now?"

"Certainly, darling, if you'll let me fuck Peer." 

Inge rose from their blanket and hugged me. My cock responded instantly, and before I knew it, I was lying on my back and Inge was rolling a condom onto my erection. "I'm sorry, Dick," she said. "But I want to get pregnant again, and I want the baby to be Peer's. I'm sure you understand." And then she lay down next to me, hugging me, wrapping her long legs around me, kissing me. I was operating on pure instinct by now, on some animal level. The sounds from the adjoining blanket told me that Liz and Peer were in a similar state of arousal, and were in their own world of lust. 

Inge was an expert lover, teasing me almost to a climax and then easing me down again, over and over. Whenever she saw the condom getting wrinkled, she'd tease my dick back to hardness, and eventually rolled onto her back and guided my rod into her sex. She seemed to have none of the urgency that marked Liz's lovemaking, being content to let her own arousal take its natural course. For once, I was thankful for the condom's blunting of the sensations of my cock in her vagina; I was able to match her own easy crescendo to climax with my own. Liz and Peer, on the other hand, had reached their own climaxes and were embracing in post-coital bliss as they hugged and watched us fuck. 

Did I feel uptight about Peer having gotten Liz off where I couldn't? Not a bit. I knew somehow that it was the novelty of the fuck that she was reacting to, a different lover with a different cock and a different way of fucking. She was smiling at me now, her warm brown eyes shining with love for us all, grateful for the lust we were all sharing.

At last, Inge got serious about getting to her climax, clenching my cock with her cunt and digging her heels into my back. I responded with a groan and an explosion of cum; when we uncoupled, the tip of the condom was heavy with my spend. Inge gave me a last passionate hug, and then rolled over to give her husband one of equal passion. She spoke to him in Danish, but I caught the gist of what she was saying: she was thanking him for letting her fuck me. Liz was smiling at me, too, with a smile that told me that, while she enjoyed herself immensely, there wasn't a wisp of a cloud on our own relationship. I was still her guy. I smiled back.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Peer announced that they had to be going. "We must be back home in Santa Rosa tonight," he said. "And it's a long drive, especially with the trailer. But we will try to come back next weekend." We all stood and hugged and kissed. I even found myself hugging Peer, which I'd never dreamed I'd be doing, although I didn't quite get up the nerve to kiss him, and he didn't press the matter.

After the couple left, Liz and I went for a swim, accompanied by a considerable amount of teasing. Liz compared my cock to Peer's, saying that mine was a better fit. "And how did you like Inge's cunt?" she said flirtatiously.

"She's a good lover," I replied. "But after I came, I found myself wishing it was you under me instead of her." 

"Because you could have fucked me without a condom?"

"No, silly. Because you're you, and she's her. And she's still Peer's gal, no matter what. She's a great appetizer, but you're still the main course."

On our way back to our towel, we couldn't help but notice a crowd of people some fifty feet away from the water, so we walked over to investigate. We found Sally, the blonde knockout I'd met the previous week, on her knees, circled by a half dozen men, among them her boyfriend Jeremy. She was holding her breasts up, and the men were wanking on them. 

When we arrived, two of the men had already cum, and their sperm was glistening on the shelf of her breasts. The other men were not far from cumming; they were stroking their erect cocks as their girlfriends cheered them on. My own hard-on was returning, and Liz noticed it.

"Do you want to play that game?" she asked me. 

"Would you like me to?"

"Sure! Why not? If it makes you hot, I want it. In fact, I'll wank you."

And she did. As I stood before Sally's cum-smeared tits, Liz stood behind me and stroked me to hardness while all the onlookers cheered. I dutifully shot my load onto the proffered target, depositing most of it just above her left nipple, and then stepped aside for the next man, who was also the last to cum. With the loads of seven men dripping from her boobs, Sally staggered to her feet and did a little dance of victory, rubbing the semen into the skin of her breasts. Then she gave each of us a kiss, including Liz. "'Cause you participated, too!" she explained. "Maybe it'll inspire some of the other girls to help out!"

We returned to our towels and re-oiled ourselves. Feeling bad that I was ahead of Liz in the climax count, I gave her some of the oral and finger-fucking that she loved so much. This time, she didn't refuse, and it wasn't long before I was able to coax a couple of small orgasms from her. By that time, my dick had hardened for the fourth time that day, and I slipped it into her unresisting cunt. We fucked slowly and steadily, paying little attention to the people passing by and watching us (including some of the men who had recently joined me in Sally's bukkake game, and whose hard dicks informed the world that they were ready for more fun). I was able to see a few of those dicks squirting their cum onto the sand before I squirted my own cum into my beloved's womb. I softened, we rolled apart, and I saw Liz give them a satisfied grin.

We went for a swim after that, and were joined by Alison and Barry. While we men tried a little body-surfing, the women talked privately for a few minutes. And then Alison came over to me.

"I talked to Barry last night about a foursome," she told me, "but he wasn't comfortable with it. He said he wouldn't mind fucking Liz, and he certainly didn't mind me fucking Liz, but he didn't know if he could handle you and me getting it on. He's always had that possessive streak in him when it comes to other men, that's all. I'm sorry if I got your hopes up."

"That's perfectly all right, Alison. I'm happy you were able to talk it out. As I guy, I can totally see where he's coming from, even if I don't happen to share it. And, you know, it even makes you hotter to me! The forbidden fruit, the woman I can't have. Maybe it's better that I can only fuck you in my fantasies!"

"That's exactly what she told me about her and Barry! Dick, you and Liz are made for each other! If you don't marry that girl, I'll be very, very pissed at you!"

"Believe me, I've been thinking about that. She is an extraordinary girl, in so many ways."

"And it's so hot watching you ball her! I hope that won't stop!"

"Barry's down with that?"

"Hell, yes! Our sex life got a recharge when you guys came along! It's all I can do to keep him out of my cunt when we're home!"

"Then what are we waiting for?" I said. We embraced quickly, and I felt her hand give my soft cock a squeeze. I pinched her nipple in turn and gave her a kiss with a little tongue in it. What we were doing was no more than what Barry and Liz were doing to each other not twenty feet away. We all knew what the limits were now, and that made it easier for us to expand our intimacy.

When we got back to our towel, Barry and Alison spread theirs out next to us, and each couple oiled themselves up. But the girls had something in store for us. "Just sit there and watch us, guy!" Alison said. And with that, the two ladies started fondling each other. Liz pressed her small tits against Alison's ample ones, and caressed the older woman's vulva, teasing the lips apart. Alison was obviously nervous, but under Liz's expert strokes, she relaxed, and her own hand sought out Liz's pussy and cupped it. Alison whispered something to Liz, and Liz giggled. And then they kissed each other fiercely.

Well, the sight of two naked female bodies, gleaming with oil, kissing each other passionately was enough to get us men as hard as rocks. Not only that, but we were drawing a lot of attention from the rest of the beach-goers. When the ladies moved to the sixty-nine position, we found ourselves surrounded by about twenty spectators. A few of the women paired off, hugging and fondling each other awkwardly and nervously, as if the sight of Liz and Alison making love was giving them permission to act out some of their own Lesbian fantasies. (Their boyfriends, captivated by sight of Liz and Alison making love, scarcely noticed.) Eventually, some of the girls laughed and returned to their boyfriends, and that was all right, but a few of them kept their embraces past the giggling stage, and that was all right, too. I marveled once more how people could feed off other people's sexual energy and let themselves do things they ordinarily wouldn't.

To my surprise, I noticed Chet and Angelo in the audience, their cocks stiff as usual. "I didn't think you'd be turned on to this sort of thing," I said to Angelo.

"It's not the girls, pretty as they are. It's all the hard cocks I see! I love to watch 'em spurt! And it's something else, too, Dick. It's beautiful the way Liz has blossomed in the past few weeks. We've always liked her, but she always seemed a little, well, lonely. It's like she's almost a different person now. You've done her a world of good, dude. I'm almost falling in love with you myself!"

"I guess I'm sort of flattered! You're the second person today to point out how good I've been for her. If more people do, maybe I'll start believing it myself."

"You'd better, 'cause it's true," he said as he took my hand and squeezed it. We would have continued the conversation except that Chet, bored with the girls's show, was tugging at Angelo's other hand. I let them go. By that time a couple of the men had cum, wetting the sand with their sperm. But Barry and I didn't, because our girls kept winking at us as if to say, "Don't you dare cum now! You're the 'grand finale!'"

And sure enough, they parted company, spread their legs, and invited us in. I was in Liz like a flash, grateful that my previous orgasms left me in no hurry to cum again. To tell the truth, it surprised me that I was even able to stay hard after all my previous orgasms, but I was able to feed off the sexual energy of my fuckmates as well as the naked, aroused audience, their cocks and boobs bouncing every time I glanced up. Liz was feeling it, too, moaning and sweating up a storm as her climax hit her and swept her up. Her shriek was enough to trigger my own orgasm and I lunged into her, every muscle tense as my dick gave a series of spurts that reverberated into my balls and were echoed by the spasms of Liz's vagina. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into hers, the same question in them: "Where the fuck did that come from?" But the hoots and applause from the crowd gave us our answer. The men all had sperm dripping from their cocks; the women had appreciative smiles on their faces and fingers in their cunts (or in one couple's case, in each other's cunts). One woman handed me a bottle of water. "You've got to be needing this!" she said with a laugh. I took a deep swig and then handed it to Liz, who finished it off as the woman gave another bottle to Barry and Alison (who'd had their climaxes even before Liz and I did, although we hadn't noticed). 

Gradually, the crowd drifted off, and the four of us were left smiling at each other. "Well, that was a fuck to remember!" Barry exclaimed. "We never did it as a triple feature before!"

"Well, what made it really hot was watching Alison and Liz," I replied. "It really did my heart good to see that. How did that happen?"

"Alison suggested it when we were swimming," Liz confessed. "I thought, why not? If we weren't going to be swapping partners, this would be a nice little consolation prize. To be honest, I didn't think it would draw the crowd it did. It was going to be just for you guys."

"Never underestimate the effect of Lesbian lovemaking on a guy's libido, Liz. For some reason, the sight goes right to our gonads."

"And on the girls'," Barry added. "Did you see them? Are a lot of them closet Lesbians?"

"Maybe a few of them are," Alison said. "But most of them were hetero. They just wanted to see what it was like, and seeing us getting it on sort of gave them permission to. And, frankly, honey, I think a lot of them were doing it for their boyfriends as much as for themselves."

"It doesn't matter," Liz decided. "Everybody had fun, and some of them learned something about themselves and their sexual identities. The next time, they'll be less reluctant to join in. Or not. Either way, they'll be more comfortable with themselves and each other."

"So sayest the psychologist," I said.

"So how'd I do?" Alison asked. "I haven't made love to a woman in thirty years!"

"You did just fine, girl," Liz replied. "Some day when the boys aren't around, we've got to give it some time, and see where it goes."

"Can't we watch?" Barry said sorrowfully.

"If you must," Alison said. "And Dick can, too, if he's not jealous."

I smiled. "You know, I've got to be back on the boat tomorrow morning. In less than twelve hours, in fact. But that doesn't mean that you can't have fun while I'm gone."

"You're leaving again tomorrow?" Barry said. "Then let us take you two out to dinner. Best place in town. We're celebrating!"

"Celebrating what?" I asked.

"You!" he said. You're the best thing that's happened to us in years! Now let's get going, while there are still some good tables left." 

We all got up, gathered our things, and made our way to the parking lot. Barry and Alison had a late-model Jaguar, so they must have had some money; I didn't feel so bad about following them to the most expensive restaurant in the area and accepting their invitation to dinner. The food was great, and Barry and Alison were brilliant conversationalists, with wide-ranging interests. His questions on marine biology were insightful and penetrating, but he could discuss the arts with equal facility. And Alison was a walking database on music. It was with some regret that we all said goodnight and parted ways after dessert. I dropped off Liz at her apartment and, after a kiss that I hoped would never end, made my way back to the motel. 

Another long week on the boat, but this time, I knew that I had a harbor to come home to.



A Very Private Beach Ch. 08



THE EIGHTH DAY ... AND BEYOND

Well, summer was over, I realized as our boat made for shore in the teeth of a storm. It took us two extra hours to reach port in the face of an easterly wind with intermittent squalls. When we tied up, the rain was over but a stiff cold wind continued to blow. I was on the road to pick Liz up two minutes after the boat was secured to the dock. I hadn't even showered, and she noticed it as soon as we hugged.

"Do you want to wash up, sailor boy?" she said.

"I want to fuck you silly first."

"No way, dude! Not until you shower and change clothes! You smell like fish and week-old socks!"

"All right, then. Do you want to help me wash up?"

"Well, I could use a shower myself."

So in ten minutes, we were lathering each other up. Liz knew that, after five days of celibacy, I was ready to pop like a firecracker, so she jacked me off right there in the shower. That took the edge off my lust, so we took our time drying each other off. She told me that, having gotten tired of waiting for me, she'd already had one orgasm that morning, care of Mr. Bunny, and didn't need another one right away, so we had some lunch. "This weather sucks," Liz said. "No nude sunbathing today, unless we want to freeze our asses off."

"Let's go anyway. Just to walk along the beach, and see what the storm brought in. Then we'll come back and fuck like bunnies."

So we hopped into my car and made for the beach. When we arrived, the parking lot was empty. So we knew there was no point in going to either of the nude beaches. We locked up the car and walked along the sand at the tide line, hand in hand. And then Liz made her announcement.

"Dick, don't take this wrong, but I've been making plans."

My heart sank. "What plans?"

"I'm leaving Fort Bragg. I've been applying for jobs in psychology and counseling. Do you want to know where?"

"San Francisco?"

"No, San Diego. When you leave here, I want to go with you. If you want me to."

"Is that a marriage proposal, Liz?"

"It's a 'Let's live together' proposal. If that works out, I could see marriage."

"Why do you have to leave? I could get a job here..."

"We've talked about that. There are no jobs here. But I can take my degree anywhere. And there are some clinics in southern California where I can get good references. In fact, I've had offers to interview. But I want to know: if I'm accepted for one of these jobs, should I go? Do you want me to?"

"There's nothing I'd like better! This day just got a whole lot brighter!" 

"Why are we stopping?"

"Because I want to hug you right now." And then we embraced, and held each other for a good two minutes, not kissing, not talking, just hugging and hearing each other breathe. Neither of us wanted to break the moment. It was just the sound of the waves and the cold breeze and the cries of the gulls. And us. And then the next squall moved in, and we ran back to the car, laughing like children.

When we got back to Liz's apartment, there was a voice-mail waiting. "Hey, Liz!" we heard Alison's voice saying. "It's too cold to go to the beach, so why don't you come over to our place and use the hot tub. If Dick's back, invite him, too!" 

Liz called her back and got their address, and soon we were basking in the hot tub of their palatial home in Albion. We were all nude, of course, and feeling randy, so it didn't take long for Liz to start fondling me. Alison took the hint, and perched herself on the edge of the tub, allowing Barry easy access to the pussy she was stroking. Barry smiled and stroked his own dick to hardness, and soon they were fucking in easy strokes. Alison would grunt each time Barry bottomed out in her. I don't know if it was the sounds she was making that got Liz hot, but Liz slid out of the tub, sat on the edge, and spread her pussy lips apart. After treating me with the sight of her finger-fucking herself, she gave me a smile and a wink. That was all the permission I needed. I slipped my rod into her velvet tunnel and started pumping, using Alison's grunts as a metronome. Liz said, "Let's get in the water," and so we did, without uncoupling, until we were in the water up to our armpits. It was the first time I ever fucked in a hot tub, and the novelty of the sensation made me cum before I could get her off. "Don't worry about making me cum, sailor boy," she whispered into my ear. "I'm happy with what I have right now. I'm saving the big one for later."

Alison and Barry had finished by that time and enjoyed watching our first hot-tub fuck. Then they suggested dinner, and I suddenly realized that all I'd had to eat that day was the sandwich I had for lunch. So we all got out of the tub and put on the robes that Alison had left out for us. The girls made some dinner while Barry and I sat in the den, listening to his absolutely amazing stereo system. 

"So what's new with you two?" he asked.

"Well, it's big news. I'm going back to San Diego next week, and Liz says she wants to move down there, too, to be with me."

"How do you feel about that?"

"Barry, I'm delighted. I love that girl, in so many ways. I really think I want to make a life with her."

He smiled. "I thought that was the way this was going. She's been a different woman since you came her. Alison and I will miss her dearly, of course. So will the rest of the crowd at the beach."

He stopped for a second, as if to collect his thoughts. Then he resumed speaking. "You know, Dick, I've been kind of selfish. A while ago, Alison told me that she wanted to screw you, and asked if I wanted to screw Liz. I told her that I really had the hots for Liz...not romantically, but just sexually, you understand...but that I didn't know if I could handle seeing you and Alison fucking. Did you know about that?"

Yes, Barry, I did. Alison told me that day at the beach. I told her that I had no problem with you fucking Liz, if that's what she wants, but that I understood about your not wanting to share Alison."

"Well, then, let me just put it to you: do you want to screw Alison?"

"If she asked me to, and if it was all right with you. Otherwise, no."

"Well, that's what I was getting to. As I said, I don't know if I could handle that. But I want to find out, and the only way to do that is to try it. I really owe it to myself, and to Alison, to give it a go. I will stipulate that I want to be there when you do it." 

"You're asking me to fuck your wife?"

"That's right, Dick. Do I have your permission to fuck Liz?"

"You don't need my permission. You need Liz's permission. But based on what she's told me, she'll give it."

He grinned. "Then you've just made my day!"

At that point, Alison called us to dinner. We all ate like wolves. When coffee was served, Liz said, "So what were you guys talking about in there?"

Barry looked at me, and said, "I was telling him that I wanted to fuck Liz ... and that I wanted to see Dick fuck Alison."

Alison's eyes widened. "Do you mean that?"

"I do indeed!"

And then it was Alison's turn to grin. She looked at Liz, and asked, "Can I? Fuck Dick?"

Liz batted her eyes, pursed her lips, and said, "That depends. Can I fuck Barry?"

"Of course!"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

We all got up and trooped to their bedroom, taking our glasses and a bottle of champagne with us. There I saw the biggest bed I have ever seen ... even bigger than a king size. Alison turned down the covers, exposing an expanse of satin sheets. I took Liz aside and gave her a hug. "Thank you, dear! I didn't really think this would happen. Are you cool with it?"

"Like you said about Peer and Inge, our love is bullet-proof. So is Alison and Barry's. And like I said before, it's just fucking. So let's fuck!"

She was groping me shamelessly as she was talking, and then she let go of me and hugged Alison. "Before we get to the main course, do you want to give the boys a show?" (I realized that Liz, being the tease that she was, wanted to get Barry really cranked up before letting him fuck her, and smiled. I loved that girl, even when she was getting ready to screw somebody else right in front of me.) The girls slipped off their robes and lay naked on the bed, their hands roving each other's bodies as they kissed. Alison was much more at ease than she was when she last made love to Liz on the beach that day, maybe because it was no longer a new experience for her, or maybe because it was in her own bed. But this time it was Alison who was doing the passionate kissing and going beyond fondling to penetration. The two girls were soon thrusting their fingers into each other's cunts, and all we poor guys could do not to touch our twitching dicks, poking through the fronts of our robes. 

But touching our cocks was exactly what the girls wanted us to do. "Cum on us, guys!" Liz said. "Let us see you cum!"

We looked at each other and doffed our robes. Barry shrugged and clambered on to the bed, on Liz's side. I got in on the other side and started stroking my dick directly over the ladies' writhing bodies. Barry and I came only seconds apart, and our sperm landed on the bellies and tits of the girls. We leaned back, our dicks still hard but starting to wilt, and the girls hugged again, spreading our cum over their bodies until their entire fronts were wet and sticky with our mixed jism. 

Alison laughed. "We did that so you guys could last longer. I knew that Barry wouldn't be in Liz two seconds before he came! Now lay back, boys, and we girls are going to get you hard again!"

For the next half hour, the girls sucked on our dicks. At first, we stayed with our usual partners, but soon the girls switched, and I felt Alison's tongue on my dick for the first time. She was an expert cock-sucker, using a lot more suction than Liz usually did, and it wasn't long before I was rock hard again. Barry was likewise enjoying Liz's efforts, made all the keener by the fact that she was straddling him in a sixty-nine position, giving her full access to her cunt. Alison saw that and positioned herself likewise, and I licked at her cunt until her juices were flowing and running down her leg. Her taste was a little muskier than Liz's was, but perfectly satisfactory, and I loved sucking on those long inner lips of hers. And when I slid my tongue along her cleft and teased her clit, she came with a gush that almost choked me. I heard Liz humming as she blew Barry, making him groan even louder.

And then I heard Liz say, "Let's finish 'em off!" Alison laughed and turned around, so that her vulva was poised over my cock and her saggy breasts, with their pink nipples, were dangling over my chest. She eased herself down on my cock as her husband watched. His eyes went wide at the sight, but Liz distracted him with a kiss and then guided his rod into her. After that, he couldn't care less who was fucking his wife. 

Alison set up a steady rhythm as I played with her tits, setting them swinging, pinching the nipples, pressing them against her chest until the tit-flesh bulged along the outline of my hands. She loved it. "Slap me!" I hear her say. "Slap my tits!" I gave them a tentative swat. "Harder!" she hissed. I increased the force. "Harder!" she cried. I slapped them even harder and saw the impact recoil on her breast, leaving red spots on the tender flesh. "Now bite 'em!" I grabbed a swinging breast, pressed it to my mouth, and gave the nipple a nip as she gave a cry of equal pain and passion. And then her vaginal muscles tightened around my dick, squeezing me, and I swear I could actually feel my dick getting sucked up into her womb. I bit her nipple harder, and the suction increased. And then her vaginal muscles suddenly went slack as she climaxed with a shriek. That's when I came, too, with every muscle in my body tightening. My leg and back muscles actually lifted my ass off the bed, and her with it. I felt the pulses of my dick echoed in the tightening and loosening of her Kegels, milking me dry. 

Then we uncoupled and rolled apart, but not before Alison whispered into my ear. "You know, you're the first man besides Barry to fuck me in over twenty years!"

"Was it worth the wait?"

"Oh, God, yes! And thanks for being rough, slapping my boobs. Barry doesn't like to do that, as much as I beg him to."

"Believe me, it was a first for me. No woman has ever asked me to do that. And let me tell you, your tits are spectacular when they're flopping around like that!"

Meanwhile, Liz was treating Barry like a fuck toy, bouncing on his body. She was going into full wild-woman mode, getting off on Barry's lust. But try as she might, she wasn't getting off like I knew she could. So I whispered something to Alison, and we knelt on either side of Liz. We each took one of Liz's nipples and sucked like crazy. That did the trick, particularly when I started strumming her clit (which was as erect as I'd ever seen it). "Shit, shit, shit!" she chanted over and over again, and then she grabbed our heads and thrust them against her chest, forcing her nipples --indeed, her whole breasts -- more deeply into our mouths. And she screamed. And laughed. And screamed some more. And cried. And laughed some more, more gasping than laughing. Her body went slack, and we caught her as she slumped. Her body was drenched in sweat. 

Barry came then, almost anticlimactically, his facing suddenly flushing as she shot his load into my beloved's womb. We eased Liz down onto Barry's chest, and they hugged. I kissed the back of Liz's neck, while Alison massaged her slippery back. Then Liz rolled off Barry's body, his still hard cock slipping out of her, and Alison grabbed his cock and started sucking him soft. She looked like she'd probably done this a hundred times before, but now there was the flavor of another woman's pussy on that cock. I wondered what she was thinking. But then Liz started sucking my softening cock, licking Alison's juices off. 

"Do you know what I'd like to do?" Barry finally said. "I want to eat my cum as it comes out of Liz."

"No," said Liz. "I want Dick to clean me up, so he can taste your cum. And I think Barry should get a taste of Dick's cum."

"How wickedly dirty!" Alison chuckled. "How about it, guys? We girls know what each other's cums taste like. Now it's your turn!"

Barry and I looked at each other sheepishly, and set to work. The girls laughed as we cleaned them up. I must admit that Barry's jizz gave Liz's pussy a different taste. And to my surprise, I liked it.

After a fuck like that, we were incredibly thirsty, and the bottle of champagne was gone in a flash. It went right to our heads, and we all fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. Sometime that night, Alison woke me, stroked me to hardness again, and fucked me, nice and slow and easy. We drifted off again. In the morning, it was Liz stroking me to hardness and mounting me as Alison and Barry made long, leisurely love next to us. After breakfast, we resumed the fun, we guys making love to each other's woman in the bed. After that fuck, neither of us guys could get it up again, but the girls wanted more, so we watched them make love to each other for an hour or two. By that time, their passion was spent for the moment, so we all got up to make lunch and watch a romantic comedy on their home-theater-sized TV. Well, wouldn't you know it, but we all started feeling horny again, so with us guys sporting erections once more, was all got into the hot tub. It was then that Liz gave us a most unusual direction.

"Stand up, guys, and face each other." We did, and the girls knelt in the water on either side of us. Then they pushed us together until our dicks were touching and clasped their hands around them, squeezing them together. Slowly, they wanked us and tickled our balls. It was the first time another man's dick had touched mine, and it would never have happened without the ladies there. Our pre-cum lubricated our dicks and I felt Barry's cock slide against mine with a sensation that was almost electric. I gave into the sensation and, when Barry let his jism fly, my cock felt the pulses of his cock, and that triggered my own orgasm. Our mixed sperm dribbled down our cocks and onto the women's hands, finally dripping into the swirling waters of the tub. Then the girls stood up and we hugged, all four of us, our bodies pressed together and our arms wrapped around each other, kissing each other. We stood like that for a long time, our lust released, basking in the warmth of the water and the love we all had for each other. It all seemed so right. I loved them all. 

EPILOGUE

Liz was right about her job prospects. With the good references she'd collected from former co-workers in southern California, she got a job within a month in Chula Vista, not too far from my apartment in San Diego, and gave her notice at the clinic in Fort Bragg. I drove up from San Diego two weeks later in a rented moving truck. We put her belongings in it, including the motorcycle, and headed down the coast. 

We eventually got to San Diego and took up housekeeping. Our love deepened, and we became regulars at Black's Beach, although we missed the free-for-all sex of Hard-on Beach. I proposed marriage to her in February, and she accepted. Our wedding was in her hometown of Tempe, Arizona, and was a big church affair paid for by her parents, who turned out to be nice people (and quite wealthy, to boot.) Barry and Alison flew down for the wedding and stayed for the night in our honeymoon suite, which had a bed almost as big as the one they had at home. We didn't get much sleep that night! The next morning, I asked the hotel receptionist if there was an extra charge for two more people in the room. She said, "Well, you didn't dirty up any more sheets, and we'll handle the towel charge. So the extra two are on the house!" And she gave us a conspiratorial wink.

And Liz insisted on holding another reception in Fort Bragg the following spring, because that's where all her friends were. So the first warm day in late May, we returned to Hard-on Beach.

Well, it was definitely a reception to remember! All the regulars were on hand to wish us well. Peer and Inge were there, with Inge eight months pregnant and looking absolutely radiant. Angelo and Chet, Barry and Alison, Jeremy and Sally, Tim and Cora, and a dozen more couples all showed up to help us celebrate. They'd painted their bodies in various ways in honor of the occasion. We smiled, knowing that before the day was out, those designs would be smeared beyond recognition. And we were not disappointed! We had a most unusual reception line, where after shaking hands, our well-wishers gave us a quick caress of our genitals. Liz's nipples got a kiss and suck from all of the men and most of the women, and she gave each dick or cunt a tickle in turn. I gave each man's cock a squeeze, although of the men, only Angelo, Barry and Chet returned my cock-squeeze with one of their own. And I gave each woman a little twat-tickling and nipple-pinching. 

The erotic atmosphere was so thick you were almost swimming in it, and everybody was begging for release. So after the toasts, we all spread out our towels and blankets and had a mass fuck, with everybody screwing their significant others publicly and even doing some spouse-swapping here and there. To my delight, Cora and Tim got over their shyness and joined the fun, even if it was on the outskirts of the crowd. And, as usual, Barry and Alison had plenty of spectators.

We thought we were in trouble when, shortly before sunset, the park rangers came by. Inge knew them by name, and greeted them. "Hello, Jason! Hi, Trish! Our friends are having a little party. Can't we stay later? It's a full moon, we can see our way back with no trouble."

"Well, I've already locked the gate, to let people know the beach is closed," Trish said (she was obviously the one in charge.) "But we'll wait for you folks to pack up, and open it when you leave." She observed all the couples fornicating around her and added, "It sure looks like you all are having fun, though!"




A Very Private Beach Ch. 08



"Well, then, how about if you joined us? We'd love to have you! You're perfectly safe here!"

If it had been anybody else, Trish would probably have said, "No." But what could be less threatening, and more conducive to good feelings, than a very pregnant woman? Jason gave Trish an imploring look. Trish checked her watch, stared out at the ocean for a few seconds, and then said, "Oh, what the hell!" In a few seconds, she was down to bra and panties, and Jason wasn't far behind. I looked around for Barry and Alison, but for once I couldn't see them. They would have made a great welcoming committee! But Jeremy and Sally came forward and proposed that they and the rangers begin with a little mutual masturbation. They paired off, and we all clapped when Trish unclasped her bra and let it fall to the sand, exposing a beautiful set of brown-capped tits to the setting sun. Jeremy brought himself to an erection as he danced with her, and soon the panties followed the bra and the two of them danced naked, flirting shamelessly with each other as they wanked themselves to arousal. Meanwhile, Sally had Jason as naked as she was and was telling him to jack off onto her tits. He didn't take much persuasion, and soon his cock was pumping out ropes of sperm that landed squarely between her boobs. She then embraced and kissed him, smearing his cum onto his chest. Other couples came over to welcome and embrace the rangers, and soon they were chatting with the partygoers like they'd known us all their lives. I lost track of them as the evening progressed, but at one point was walking arm in arm with Inge when I noticed Jason and Trish lying on a blanket, masturbating each other in the moonlight.

"Were they a couple before?" I asked Inge as I fondled her heavy breasts.

"I don't think so, but they are now, I think!" she laughed. Then she dropped to her knees and sucked my dick to semi-hardness. The two rangers looked up at the sight, grinned broadly, and went back to what they were doing.

The party went on well into the evening, until Trish put on her uniform (skipping the bra and panties, I noticed) and told us that we really had to be going. They state cops would be checking the park at midnight, she said, and they'd be wondering about all the cars parked inside the locked gate. Well, they'd been real nice about letting us stay this long, so there were no complaints, and we all gathered up our stuff and made our way back to the parking lot without bothering to put on more than our shoes. We also packed out all our trash, which made Trish and Jason very happy. After a few last goodbye kisses and gropes, we all got into our cars, Trish unlocked the gate, and we all left. Liz and I followed Barry and Alison back to Albion, where we all piled into one bed and promptly fell asleep. Whatever passion we had left over had to wait till morning.

We have stayed in touch with the Fort Bragg folks. They report that Jason and Trish have become regulars on their days off. Inge and Peer have a daughter now, and Cora's pregnant...and yes, the baby was probably conceived at the beach! And people are still talking about that moonlight party, there at our very private beach.