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Beach Sex

By: Wormwood_too



The sun broke through the mid-morning haze as Brandy and I made our way over the dunes and toward the beach. For the last couple days, we had been camping at Watch Hill Campground on Fire Island. It's a beautiful place, well removed from the hectic pace of the city. Unfortunately, the campsites are placed so close together that we haven't had much privacy in this otherwise intimate setting, a reality that proved insufferable last night.

This was my only grievance as we traipsed over the dunes. Actually, I traipsed; Brandy moved across the sand with grace and a little flaunt. Like a skilled belly dancer, her hips swayed from side to side in a fluid, hypnotic motion. My eyes fixed on the floral print of her sarong; the tautly pulled wrap accentuated her tight waist and curvy hips. I could faintly see the two symmetrical lines of Brandy's string bikini bottoms, which arched salaciously over her cute little round ass.

Just as I was beginning to salivate, Brandy looked over her shoulder at me. I raised my eyes to meet hers. At first, I was struck by how well she had tanned over the first half of the summer. The contrast between her dark skin and light blonde hair was stark and her eyes took on a brilliant shade of sea green. Her exotic eyes, however, seemed to be scolding me for staring at her ass, while the poutiness of her gorgeous lips added a naughty schoolgirl quality to her sexy glance. 

As we stepped from the dunes to the beach, Brandy paused to scan the shore for the ideal patch of sand. I stopped right behind her, dropped the cooler, and nonchalantly set my hands just above her hips. I lightly pressed my thumbs against the small of her back and wrapped my fingers around the sides of her waist. She arched her back so that her shoulders came to rest against my chest. I set my lips on her sun-warmed shoulder and softly kissed my way toward her neck. "Mmm," she purred, as I gave her waist a squeeze and pulled her toward me, until I could feel her butt pressing firmly against my trunks.

After a few seconds, I saw the corner of Brandy's mouth turn up before she turned her head toward me. "Am I exciting you," she asked, in a playful though somewhat cocky tone.

"Ah... no more than usual," I stammered. 

"Really, so is that not your big beautiful cock pushing against my ass," she teased

"I'm totally not hard. Little miss potty mouth," I jeered back at her.

In fact, I was only at half mass, but, evidently, Brandy felt that this was a debate she needed to win. She raised both hands above her head, bent slightly at the knees and started to work her sexy ass in small rhythmic circles. Then, as if she was moving to 50 Cent's "Justa Lil Bit," Brandy began rotating her hips from side to side and then up and down. After a few blissful seconds, she steadied herself against me and slid her body down mine: her right arm fell back against my neck, her shoulders moved slowly down my chest, and her ass eased down my grateful member. She paused, started to rotate her hips again, and slowly slid back up, like she was shimmying her way up my hardening pole.

Once she was all the way back up, Brandy reached down and grabbed both of my wrists. Her legs straightened, she leaned forward, arched her back even further and pushed out her butt. She pulled me firmly against her ass and tossed her head back. Slowly, she began to lean forward. As she did, my eyes moved up her curvaceous figure: from the soft sweeping vase-like shape of her hips and the cute dimple in the small of her back, up the long sexy arc to her delicate shoulders. Once her arms were fully extended, I watched in bliss as Brandy did a seductive little waggle – shifting her weight from one leg to the other. 

She glanced over her shoulder in the most lascivious way, and bit her bottom lip. I pulled back on her arms and pushed into her. "ohh," she gasped, teasingly, as if I were easing my cock deep inside her. 

"Tell me you're not dying to fuck me," she demanded, with a devious glimmer in her eye. 

I was speechless. Brandy flashed me a victory smile, dropped my arms and continued to lead us down the beach. She settled on a small sandy cove, formed by the dunes, which partially obscured us from the sunbathers that speckled the beach around us. 

"A bit more secluded than the showers," Brandy said with a wink, while I stretched our blanket across the sand. I then placed the cooler at the edge of the blanket, further obstructing our view of the others on the beach.

"Ha, yeah," I laughed, recalling the events of last night.

On the previous evening, after a late dip in the ocean, Brandy and I took a shower together at the campground's facilities. Although each shower room had a separate door, the walls stopped two feet before they reached the ceiling; we could hear a couple other showers running and even some guy whistling.

Undeterred, I leaned in for a long passionate kiss. To my delight, Brandy was more receptive than I had anticipated. Her mouth opened effortlessly, allowing me to suck on her soft full lower lip. When I opened my mouth and set my lips on hers, her tongue slowly penetrated my mouth and was soon sliding provocatively over the top of mine. 

As we continued to kiss, I reached behind her and untied her top. Once our lips parted, I lifted the two triangles off her magnificent breasts and up over her head. When I turned back toward Brandy, after hanging her bikini on the hook, she was looking at me with a provocative sparkle in her eye and a confident little smirk. Her shoulders were pulled back, her chest was pushed out and she was twisting from side to side. 

Brandy knows that I think she has the world's best breasts. They're not huge – between a B and a C cup – but they have a perfect tear drop shape. She uses them mercilessly to tease and taunt me. Without breaking eye contact, she grabbed the liquid soap and squeezed a generous amount into my out stretched, cupped hands. I reached for her shoulders, and then ran my soapy hands around the outside of her beautiful mounds. 

For several minutes, I caressed her body and massaged her breasts. Brandy's face filled with passion as I rubbed my hands around her well-lathered bosom and fondled her nipples with my slippery fingers. A second later, I felt the palm of her hand on my trunks, sliding down the length of my shaft. I looked down at my topless hotty – two sexy, well-defined lines running along the sides of her abdomen, her cute bikini bottoms with a string that tied high on her gorgeous hips, and her left hand gripping my dick through the fabric of my shorts.

Brandy mouthed, "I love your cock," as she slowly pumped her hand up and down my rod. I pulled her close – until I could feel her slippery breasts against my chest – and then kissed her lips. She reached between us with her right hand and unsnapped my trunks. Her mouth opened wider. I teased her tongue with the tip of mine as I heard the Velcro fly being pulled apart. My shorts dropped to the floor. I felt the palm of Brandy's hand underneath my cock. She folder her fingers over the top of my tool and pumped her hand up and down my shaft. She then started to rub the head of my dick against the thin fabric between her thighs.

I reached for the soap and pored it generously over my dick and Brandy's hands. Within seconds, she was giving me the best hand job of my life. Her soapy hands deftly worked their way up and down my now throbbing cock. She alternated, sliding one hand all the way down my shaft and then slipping it back up and off before the other hand followed suit. She lathered my balls with soap and massaged them with her left hand as she pumped my manhood with the other.

With her hand gliding smoothly, like a piston, over my soapy rod, Brandy gazed seductively into my eyes. She held the look for several minutes. Occasionally, she would grin devilishly or suggestively bite her lip, but her lust-filled eyes remained locked on mine. The whole time Brandy stroked my cock she was fucking me with her eyes, and god can she fuck. 

With that familiar stirring building in my balls, I looked down to avoid an otherwise inevitable eruption. But, knowing that I couldn't take much more, regardless of where I was looking, I opted for a distraction: I reached out and pulled one of the strings on Brandy's hip that held her bikini on. The upper left corner of the triangle flopped over and the bottoms dropped about an inch before she caught them. "Why do you always do that? Now I have to re-adjust them the next time I wear this bikini," she half complained, and then playfully hit me in the shoulder with her other hand.

I whispered: "Because it's so hot. Plus, it initiates a Pavlovian response: untying the string makes my mouth water. First I see your naked hip, then your sexy tan lines, and finally I get a partially obstructed view of your neatly trimmed bush. Now all I can think about is kissing and licking and sucking your tasty little pussy." Brandy looked more than appeased.

I squatted in front of her, with my back to the wall that separated us from the empty, adjacent shower room. She let your bikini bottoms drop, exposing a small rectangle of hair and two soft supple lips. I put my arms around her and caressed her ass as I planted small kisses on and to both sides of her landing strip then down her thighs. She sighed, and soon her hands were running through my hair, coaxing me down toward her juicy tender peach, which was becoming swollen and moist with anticipation.

I looked up into Brandy's lusty eyes and then softly kissed her pussy. Again, she sighed. With my thumb, I gently pulled back one of her lips and slowly ran my tongue along its slick, pink inside. Her legs bowed slightly and with a hand full of hair, she leaned into me. Unsatisfied with the angle, I picked up Brandy's right foot and set it on my shoulder. She pushed off my shoulder and, with both hands, grabbed the top of the wall separating the two shower rooms; she then planted her left foot on my other shoulder.

I tilted my head back. Then I closed my eyes and waited anxiously for Brandy's delicious wet box to press down against my face. First I felt her lips drag across my nose, the intoxicating scent of her pussy caused my salivary glands to pump saliva into my mouth. When her lips finally settled against mine I gave them a gentle kiss before opening my mouth and parting them with my tongue. They separated effortlessly and I leisurely licked my way through her wet canal, lapping up her delicious pussy juice with delight. 

Brandy started to rock back and forth against my face. To assist in this effort, I reached up and palmed her ass with both hands. I pushed up and brought her closer to my face as I licked my way up and down her sexy little slot. While enjoying my tasty treat, I heard Brandy trying to suppress her moans. She's normally quite loud, so I'm sure this was tough for her. She began to squirm, rock and buck against me to keep from screaming. But her whimpers, gasps and suppressed moans were becoming more audible and more frequent. 

I squeezed Brandy's ass with both hands and positioned her clit against my mouth. I started to tickle and tease her love button with my tongue. In response, she reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair, and started to grind erratically against my face. I heard Brandy gasp when I opened my mouth and began to suck on her clit. After a few seconds, she started to moan out loud, and we both soon noticed that the man in one of the other showers had stopped whistling. Realizing that we had gotten a bit carried away, we dried off and made our way back to our tent. As I sat in the beach remembering these events, I continued to laugh to myself. The truth of the matter was that I was just as frustrated as Brandy that we couldn't cut loose in the shower or back at the tent. I was dying to hear her scream out in ecstasy; I was dying to...

"Whatcha thinking about," Brandy asked. 

"Nothing," I said, unable to suppress a telling smile.

I was on my side, in a reclined position, just admiring the view. Brandy sat in front of me and slightly to my right, with her back to both the water and the few people lying within eyeshot. She was sitting flat, on her knees, with her legs bent underneath of her. Her hands were resting on her thighs, which jetted out in a Y-shape, toward me. And, as usual, she maintained very sexy posture: her shoulders were pulled back a couple inches behind her hips, her chest was pushed forward and her back arced seductively down to her thin waist. 

"Liar," she accused, in a light but confident voice.

I didn't look up, but knew exactly which flirty, playful look I would see if I did. Instead, I continued to scan her body with my eyes.

"Perhaps a little of your favorite eye candy will inspire you to share your thoughts," she teased. 

With that, Brandy leaned forward, ran both hands up the side of her body and cupped her breasts. With two fingers hooked around the inside corner of each triangle, she slowly started to pull back the fabric. Just as her areolas where unveiled she paused.

Her eyes were big and wide; her mouth relaxed. She feigned innocence as she proudly pulled her bikini all the way back around the outside of her breasts. With her gorgeous rack on display, the innocence evaporated from her face and she gave me her patented 'don't you just want to fuck me unconscious' look.

Brandy raised a finger to her mouth and started to play with her full, round bottom lip. She leaned forward a bit more and shook from side to side; her breasts bounced like two well-filled water balloons.

With a satisfied look on her face, Brandy lifted her bikini back up and over her breasts. "Whatcha thinking about now," she asked.

I acquiesced.

"Well, I was remembering how last night in the shower you slid your tasty little pussy back and forth against my mouth and how badly I wanted to make you scream out in ecstasy, how I wanted to feel your body start to spasm as you came hard on top of my face. But now – after your little show – I'm fantasizing, in vivid detail, about you easing your perfect body up and down my cock."

"I can picture your bottom lip quivering as you slowly lower yourself down my long, hard thick tool. Then you lift yourself all the back up, so I can see the ridge of my dick head before you ease down the entire length of my shaft. Your shoulders become relaxed and your head rolls back. With one hand on my thigh and the other behind you, massaging my balls, you start to work your hips back and forth. Each time you slide your hips back, your lower back arches and you push out your phenomenal breasts."

"Gradually, you begin to bounce up and down. Your soft, sexy moans become louder, more frequent and less controlled. Your perfect breasts sit firmly on your torso, quickly bouncing back to form after you plunge yourself down on top of me. Oh, god, I love the way you fuck me," I admitted.

Brandy's eyes danced with excitement. "Mmm, that was good," she said before pressing her soft warm lips to mine. "That deserves a treat. Can I get you something from the cooler," she asked.

"No, I'm good," I replied, slightly confused. 

Brandy sat up, reached under her sarong, and scanned the beach to ensure no one was looking. She quickly untied her bikini bottoms, pulled them out from under her wrap and dropped them on the corner of our blanket.

She shot me a mischievous glance and then turned toward the beach, putting her left then her right hand on the blanket in front of her. Brandy slowly crawled toward the cooler, which was just off the edge of the blanket, about 7 feet in front of us.

As she moved across the blanket, her ass – which was only two-thirds covered by the sarong – swayed captivatingly from side to side. Once she got to the cooler and reached inside, she raised her shoulders and lowered her back. Her wrap slid even higher on her ass, fully exposing her delicious little love box. 

I watched intently as Brandy fished around the cooler. "James, is there anything you want? ...I mean...is there something that you would like to eat? ...Perhaps my peach," she asked, looking back at me while holding up a peach. "It's dripping wet and I bet it tastes real good," she added with her best "don't ya want to eat my juicy peach" look.

Without losing a beat, she spun around and sat facing me, with her back to both the cooler and the annoying beachgoers – who, thankfully, were becoming fewer and fewer. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread out in front of her. My heart skipped a beat when she pulled her sarong high up around her thighs, flashing me a great view of her sweet little pussy. After a few seconds, she set the peach down on the blanket, right in front of her crotch. "You like to look at my peach, don't you," she asked with a grin. I laughed, but was totally floored by Brandy's teasing.

"Of course; your peach would take best of show at the Georgia State fair," I assured her. "But is it really as wet as you say?"

Brandy shook her head yes; then she put her left hand behind her and leaned back. With her other hand, she grabbed the peach and started rubbing it against her pussy. She moaned, half teasingly, but it seemed that the peach felt better than she had anticipated. After a few seconds of pleasuring herself with the fruit, Brandy flipped the peach around and raised it toward me. "Do you want a taste," she asked. Grinning, I rose to me knees and made my way over to her. She held out the fruit for me to take a bite. The peach had a faint Brandy scent. I bit in. "Mmm, it is juicy." Brandy dropped the fruit, pulled me toward her and sucked the juices from my bottom lip before giving me a deep flavorful kiss.

"Can I have another taste of your peach," I asked. Brandy leaned back against the cooler; with a wanton look about her, she shook her head up and down. I looked to see if anyone was watching us. To my delight, there was now only one couple within view. Casually, I dropped my head between Brandy's legs. Her pussy was a vibrant reddish-pink color, her clit swollen and partially exposed. Her lips were moist and lay open, clearly waiting to be feasted upon.

I kissed my way up the inside of Brandy's thigh and around the outside of her labia. She moaned softly and started to run her hands through my curly hair. I continued, planting my mouth over the small sexy patch of hair and then back down the darker skin of her outer lips. Dying to taste her, I stuck out my tongue and gently licked the inside of one of her glistening pink folds. Brandy gasped and her body started to tremble. I paused, and then slowly licked my way up her wet slot, to her clit and then back down.

Her grip on my hair tightened. I wrapped my hands around the sides of her upper thighs and pushed her legs back. I couldn't get enough; I started to slide my tongue in and out of her vagina. Brandy brought her knees up and set her feet on my shoulders, so I could push deeper into her soft love cannel. She pushed down on my head and began to slide her pussy back and forth on my tongue.

I lifted my mouth from her honey pot and began to run my tongue up and down her pussy. "Oh god, you taste good," I managed, before taking one of her soft pink lips into my mouth. I sucked and rubbed my tongue over it and then did the same with the other. Soon, my tongue was circling her clit. Brandy's moans intensified as I started licking back and forth, over her pleasure knob. I took her clit into my mouth and continued to pet it with my tongue. Her body began to tremble again.

I backed off a little, but then started to massage her vagina with the tip of my index finger as I continued to suck and lick her pussy. Soon, I was gently sliding my finger in and out of her. Brandy was getting visibly excited. I massaged her clit with my tongue as I rhythmically eased my finger in and out of her pussy. Her moans got louder; her body began to shake and shudder. I was in ecstasy, I didn't want to stop, but thought I should peek up at the remaining beachgoers.


Beach Sex Is Best



It's been awhile since I submitted a story but have been faithfully keeping up with others. The real life experience from this summer prompted me to share once again our loving of each other with our loyal followers.

My beautiful wife and I spent a week with the family for a vacation at the beach where we enjoyed the sun, the sand and the sex in no certain order. There were a number of different sexual encounters while sharing a beach house with her parents, my mother and our teenage daughter. We had traveled to the beach for out son's wedding and decided to make a vacation out of it. 

The sleeping arrangements in our house were such that we had a top floor, king-size bed with a private bath so that we could have some privacy. On the second night of our stay I slipped into bed to find her already sans nightgown so I quickly shed my gym trunks so we could enjoy a little skin to skin pleasure to heat things up. As I snuggled against her I could sense from her rock hard nipples that she was more than ready for a little action. Not wanting to let this go to waste, I whispered in her ear that we should sit up facing each other so I could enjoy the beauty of her full 38 inch breasts and huge nipples. I didn't have to ask more than once before she had straddled my legs so that I could suck on her breasts while cupping and fondling them. As I worked on arousing her even more, she reached down and wrapped her hands lovingly around my now rock hard dick and began to slowly stroke and massage the head. We continued this mutual encouragement for 20 minutes or so until she pushed me back on the bed and began to lick her way down my chest.

Once she got to my throbbing dick, I couldn't believe the incredible blowjob that she began. Slowly licking up and down the shaft, she had me ready to explode in about 2 minutes. Using all of my willpower to hold out my ejaculation, she continued this teasing and sucking for another 10 minutes until I thought my ball sack would explode. As she finished this exercise, she slid towards me and cupped her breasts around my shaft and slowly fucked them with my 9" of manhood. 

Really sensing that I was going to explode, I pushed her over to her back and nestled my mouth and tongue into her smoothly shaved pussy and gave her a tongue lashing that had her gasping for air. Her clitoris was almost as hard as my dick and the lips of her pussy quivered each time I flicked my tongue across them. After taking her over the top with my lips and tongue, I spread her legs and slowly slid my dick into her steaming pussy. Oh my, what a feeling that was as the muscles in her love canal began to massage the shaft and head until I exploded with about a pint of hot cum. This spraying of her insides gave her another orgasm and she met every thrust of my dick with a push of her pelvis.

As we collapsed in each others arms we kissed passionately and held each other until we fell asleep. Waking up about two hours later she was ready for another round only this time whispered in my ear that she wanted me to take her anally. As we kissed and fondled each other our passion began to grow so I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved the bottle of lube that I always carry with us. As she rolled over to her knees and raised her sweet ass into the air my dick began rhythmic throb matching my heartbeat. After squirting an ample supply of lube into and around her anus and on the head of my dick, she reached behind and guided me to her quivering brown eyed beauty. As the head of my dick penetrated her, she slowly pushed back until I was fully immersed into her. Now I just held myself still and let the throbs send her over the edge and as she tightened her grip on me I began a slow and steady stroke in and out, never taking my dick all of the way out. After about two minutes of this I exploded with yet another spasm of cum that coated her insides and we fell onto the bed in sweet ecstasy. All the while we were making love, I realized that my son was probably fucking his new bride senseless on their honeymoon. What a thrill to know that as he fucked his bride of only a few hours, I was fucking his mother and my wife of thirty years. Before the week was over I would lick her pussy to orgasm three more times and she would suck my dick until I exploded into her throat and on her beautiful breasts two more time.

Wow I love my wife of 30 years!!



Beach Sex



When I lifted my head up, I saw that the other couple was stirring, but not paying us much attention. I bent forward to kiss Brandy, who took my bottom lip and then my tongue into her mouth, sucking them both thoroughly. "Mmmm, I do taste good," she said with a sexy glance.

I pressed my lips back to Brandy's and engaged her in a long hot kiss. While our tongues danced provocatively in our mouths, she undid my fly and reached into my trunks. I was rock hard: my dick was throbbing, the head bulging. When Brandy slid her right hand down my rock hard shaft, I moaned, involuntarily, into her mouth. It felt so good; my tool was so sensitive to her touch. She worked my shorts down my thighs and continued to stroke me as our deep kiss continued.

After our kiss, I looked back at the couple. "Are they looking at us," Brandy asked, my dick still in her hand.

"No, they're standing now, but not really looking at us," I explained.

"Scoot up," commanded Brandy. I did, lifting one foot as she slid my shorts off that leg. Soon I felt a hand squeezing my bare ass and coaxing me forward; next, I felt Brandy's soft wet tongue on my balls while she continued to stroke me off with her other hand. With my arms resting on the cooler, I watched the beach couple as Brandy feverishly lathered my nuts with her saliva.

"Oh god, that's nice," I blurted out when Brandy opened her mouth and started to suck on my sack. 

"Mmm, your plump juicy grapes are almost as tasty as my peach," she said and then continued to suck on my balls.

"Grapes!" I joked. 

"Oh relax," she shot back. "You know you have a huge fucking cock." 

"Speaking of which..." she said as she pushed me back a bit and re-adjusted herself. Gently, Brandy teased the underside of my cock with her tongue. Like a small wet feather, she licked her way from the base of my shaft up to the top. I felt her warm palm cradle my balls; her fingers tickled the back of my scrotum as her full, moist lips closed over the head of my cock. Her lips slipped off my dome and she kissed the tip before easing half of my manhood back into her warm wet mouth. 

I looked down at Brandy. She stared back, with her big green eyes, as she massaged my balls and gently slid my cock back and forth between her soft pouty lips. "Oh god, you're too fucking sexy," I gasped. Her eyes beamed. "Mmmm," she moaned, for my benefit, as she sank her mouth over my raging hard-on.

I looked back at the beach couple and Brandy started to increase her pace. My excitement grew when I realized that they were picking up to leave. As I felt my dick glide quickly over Brandy's tongue and deep into her wet mouth, the woman looked up at me. I glanced down, opened the cooler and quickly pretended to be looking for something. Then I looked down only to see Brandy staring up at me. Her soft full lips encircling just the tip of my dick, her left hand was still massaging my balls, and her right hand was jerking me off into your mouth; her eyes overflowed with confidence, sexual desire and carnal delight. 

I looked back up, over the top of the cooler, to keep from coming in Brandy's mouth. The woman had gone back to packing up her stuff. Meanwhile, Brandy started to make sexy slurping noises as she pushed her head up and down my dick. As the woman on the beach picked up her bag, she looked up and made eye contact with me, again. This time, I held her glance, while Brandy continued her world-class blowjob. When she smiled at me, I felt myself start come. I quickly pulled out of Brandy's mouth and tightened my Kegel muscle as the couple started to walk away.

Brandy thrust her tongue under the head of my cock as a small amount of semen started to drip out. "Is that all I get," she teased, and then sucked my head clean. 

"They're leaving," I explained.

Brandy spun around to look for herself. She then peaked out from our little alcove and scanned the beach. Her smile told me there was no one else around.

Brandy and I made out for about 10 minutes before I wiggled my way down, back between her legs. She put her feet back on my shoulders and I began to lick her pussy again. It was still dripping wet; she started to moan right a way. This time we could really go at it. I put my hands on the back of her legs, behind her knees, and started to rock her back and forth, causing my tongue to roll up and down the length of her slot. Before long, her moans turned to screams of pleasure. 

With her climax rapidly approaching, Brandy pushed me back. Without a word, she turned around and got on all fours. She looked over her shoulder at me. Then she rocked back and swayed from side to side in anticipation. I scooted up to her, just behind her round delicious ass, and set my hand on her right hip. With my touch, she lowered her shoulders, arched her back a bit more, and pushed out her ass. I leaned forward, and slowly eased my dick into Brandy's pussy. It slid in much easier than usual. And she felt incredible. When my entire cock disappeared inside her, with the first push, I felt a wonderful stirring in my balls. I clamped both hands around Brandy's waist, knowing that if she started to push back and grind against me, I would explode.

Once I regained my composure, I slowly pushed into Brandy and pulled her hips tightly against my waist. Then, I eased all the way back out and paused. When I penetrated her for the second time and slid deep inside her pussy, she gasped. Slowly, I pulled back and watched as all but the tip of my dick slid out and then pushed all the way back in. After a long sexy moan, she reached behind me and grabbed the back of my thigh. 

With each thrust, Brandy pulled me deep inside her and groaned loudly. When I picked up the pace, she started to buck back against me until her round sexy ass slapped up against my thighs. "Oh yes! Give it to me, James. I've been aching for your cock all weekend," she yelled.

I continued to push harder into her. Each time I spanked against Brandy's hips, my balls hit the top of her pussy. Her moans grew loader and her hair flew about as she tossed her head forward and then back. My cock was throbbing inside her. Brandy started to buck wildly. "Oh yes! Fuck me, James, fuck me!" she yelled. After a few more minutes of pure ecstasy, Brandy dropped to her elbows and looked back at me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were overflowing with lust. I pushed into her. "Oh fuck...you go so deep," she cried, as I grinded against her ass.

Soon, Brandy reached back for my hands. I grabbed both her wrists and pulled until I was deep inside her and she was almost sitting upright. She reached for the back of my thighs and then started to grind her ass against me. I untied the back of her bikini top, slid my hands around her waist and then up over her breasts. I fondled her nipples as she worked herself up and down my cock. She turned her head over her shoulder. We kissed passionately as we continued to fuck.

My right hand slowly moved down her stomach, through her landing strip and over clit. "Oh, god," she gasped as I began to massage her love button. With her hands still hooked around my thighs, Brandy leaned forward until her arms went straight, allowing me to push deeper into her. She started to bounce recklessly on top of me.

As Brandy started to loose control, she fell back down to her hands, and then to her forearms and elbows. Her back was sloped like a ski jump, her perfect round ass sat high in the air, right in front of me. As I continued to slide my cock in and out of Brandy's sweet little pussy, her body started to cajole and shutter. With a few more thrusts, her whole body was shaking; Brandy screamed for me to fuck her. Finally, she erupted into orgasm. Her body spasmed for 15 seconds, as she came hard all over my dick.

When Brandy recovered, it was obvious that she was even more turned on than when we started. She got on her knees and started to give me head again. It was a really wet blowjob; it felt incredible. I was turned on even more by the loud slurping noises that I could hear over my own moans. My dick was throbbing; I'd been so close so many times today, it needed to be released. 

When I looked down, Brandy gave me a seductive smile, and then continued to suck my dick, this time even more aggressively. She drove me closer and closer to orgasm. All of a sudden she paused. Looking up at me, she asked: "do you want to come in my mouth, or do you want to fuck me again."

"Actually, I want you to fuck me; I want to watch you slide your sexy body up and down my pole," I answered.

Brandy pulled me down to the blanket and straddled me. With a sexy look in her eye, she grabbed the base of my shaft and rubbed my dick head against her pussy. Slowly, she eased down on me, rocking her hips back and forth until I was all the way inside her. She arched her back, pushing out her breasts, as she began to slide up and down. "Oh god, yes! I love your cock," she yelled, as she fucked me.

Brandy looked even hotter than she felt; she looked like a goddess bouncing up and down on my rod. I caressed her nipples and watched my dick disappear as she skillfully slid down around it; then I watched it re-appear when she raised her sexy hips off me. I wanted to erupt inside of her. As our pace quickened, she became loader and loader. Then she leaned forward, putting her hands on the ground to either side of my shoulders. "Oh god," I moaned, as she began to grind back and forth between every up and down. The sensation was incredible.

I reached behind her and spread my hands across Brandy's ass – the flesh of her perfectly round cheeks spilled over my fingers. I squeezed as she moved her pussy up and down my shaft and continued to grind against my hips. Soon she was bucking like a sexy cowgirl and screaming with delight. 

"Oh god, your hot, I'm going to come soon," I said. Just then, Brandy started to thrash wildly. Soon she was screaming: "Oh, oh, oh god, I'm going to come." Then her body began to quiver and shake. She threw her head back as she continued to slide up and down my cock. I felt that wonderful stirring feeling in my balls, then up my dick. Brandy's body began to spasm as I shot stream after stream of my warm creamy filling into her sexy pussy. We both came hard and collapsed in each other's arms.



Beach Shoot Zen



For as long as I can remember I've felt the need to expose myself. I've never been a flasher. But that urge has always been there. 

And now, as a photographer who shoots nudes of women, I feel as though I owe it to them to experience what they feel. I've always wondered whether they get a thrill from posing. And too, if I enjoy seeing nude photos of women, then perhaps they'd enjoy photos of me. Or, at least, I'd like to think so.

I recently joined FetLife, an on-line social networking site for the kink community, where there are many explicit photos of members. It seems to be an un-stated rule on the site. Several models that I've worked with are also members and have their photos posted. So now the idea of being totally exposed to women that I know has really excited me. 

The term they use on FetLife, for one of my favorite fetishes, is CFNM, or clothed female nude male. And, it's often portrayed on porn sites in a group setting with several women, clothed, or perhaps only dressed in lingerie, and a single nude man being the center of attention, their toy.

At a local adult boutique I happened to meet one of the owners, a beautiful young woman, Amy, also a FetLife member. I was shocked when she told me she had never modeled before. She said that she was kind of shy and felt awkward posing. I convinced her that I would make it fun and easy. She said that she had always wanted to be a "beach bunny", so she agreed.

I wanted to make sure to have a good location; not too crowded, and with nice backdrops. So, the day before the shoot was scheduled I drove north, toward Davenport, to scout out the beaches between there and Santa Cruz. There are several clothing optional beaches along that stretch. I didn't know if Amy wanted to shoot any nudes, but I wanted to have some privacy in any case.

I stopped at several beaches and saw some that were promising. At 4 Mille Beach, there were some couples nude sun bathing. But I was looking for something a bit more secluded. Driving on, right before Panther Beach, I noticed a turn-out that looked promising. A steep rocky trail, lined with poison oak let down to an empty beach. A prominent rock, shaped like a shark's fin, stood in the center of the cove a few feet out in the surf. On one side of the cove reached a flat rock outcropping. Next to it waves rushing through an arch onto the beach. It would be perfect.

Amy was a delight to work with. When she and I arrived at the beach the first thing she did was fling off her top. She may have been shy, but she certainly wasn't repressed! I knew she was going to be great to work with. For the rest of the day we shot beautiful images of her posing, topless, wearing only sheer purple panties and a wide brim floppy straw hat, frolicking on the beach. 

As we were packing up I explained to her that I wanted to get nude photos of myself to post on FetLife, and asked if she'd be interested in being the photographer. I was afraid she might be offended, or creeped out. But, to my great relief, she said she'd love to.

"I want to lie back, and stretch my arms out, so I don't look so fat." I told her. I thought, too, that that was a position that made me feel bound and vulnerable and totally exposed. It excited me just to think about it.

I showed Amy how to operate the camera. And as I pulled off my t-shirt she started to shoot. I was a bit nervous. But I knew if I started thinking about it too much, I might chicken out, or get a hard-on, and that would be embarrassing for both of us. So, I just dropped my shorts like I stripped on the beach every day. I laid them aside and chatted with Amy about the reversal of roles as I slipped off my underwear. 

Now completely nude I tried to think of poses. At first I tried sitting on a rock and leaning back against the cliff face, but it still didn't look right. Damn belly fat anyway!

I sprawled out against the rock face, which was sloped enough that I wouldn't slide off. That was a little better, and Amy really started getting into it. She was beginning to coo. "Mmmm. Ahhh. Yesss.", she would say quietly. The shutter was clicking away and she was obviously enjoying the show.

I shifted so that I was laying flat on my back. "Ah, I can see your rib cage really well now.", Amy said.

"I'm starting to get an erection." I said. "But, I don't mind, if you don't mind."

"Oh, I don't mind at all." She said with a smile. 

Amy was really cool. But I was still determined to maintain some pretense of professionalism. Meanwhile my cock started to twitch a little. Then, slowly it began to stiffen, coming to life all by itself. 

"Come over here and lay down in front of the water." Instinctively she knew that the dark green of the sea just below the rock ledge would make a beautiful contrasting backdrop for my pale skin. 

Immediately, to my relief, my erection disappeared.

I lay down again on my back and for a minute I thought, "Maybe I can keep from getting a hard-on now." But no sooner did I have the thought than my cock started to tingle and grow. The rocks were smooth and warm, and I lay flat, throwing my arms back, stretching my body out full length. The sun was warm on my face. I closed my eyes, listening to the ocean waves, crashing, white foam rushing past, just below my perch. I began to feel as though I was one with nature. The delicious tingling tickle in my groin became the most natural, warm, magical feeling on earth. I released all sense of embarrassment and gave in to my body's natural urges. 

Amy's soft "oooos" and "aaaaahs" caressed my ears, fueling the fire. A gentle breeze caressed my skin, reminding me of just how naked and exposed I was. My cock was so stiff now that it nearly touched my belly.

Delicious pre-cum feelings surged through my body. Unconsciously I arched my back, thrusting my cock into the air.

The entire time Amy was furiously clicking away. Then, looking out from behind the camera, she suddenly realized I had a massive hard-on. "Nice!" she exclaimed. 

That was all the encouragement I needed. My cock was standing straight up, rock hard and raging. I knew then that, in a few moments, I would reach orgasm without even touching myself. And it would be the most wonderful feeling on earth.

For a moment I flashed on the vision of Amy who, minutes before, had been standing before me, proudly displaying her large, firm tits, and wearing only those sheer purple panties that revealed the outline of her perfect pussy lips. Instantly, I could feel that delicious tingling warmth that comes just before orgasm. In a moment my hot sticky cum would spurt, gushing from my cock, splattering across my naked belly. And Amy was going to love it! 



Beach Side Honeymoon



"Admit it, you just like watching those tight young bodies in their teeny tiny bikinis."

My new wife knew me well, even though we were on our honeymoon. We were real grown-ups, not kids any longer. Part of that maturity meant understanding that we each had eyes, and brains, and that eye candy fed our respective imaginations. We understood that fantasies fuelled our sex lives, kept it fresh, kept us young. 

We had enjoyed long slow sex twice already this third morning of our vacation, once when we woke up, and then in the shower after breakfast on our balcony. Before my wife had spoken, I had actually been contemplating which I had enjoyed more - the way she had attacked my morning wood, her hand sliding slowly over my thigh to caress my cock before she slid her mouth over it, and then the ensuing full round of 69 and fucking, or the way I had pressed her hard up against the tile of the shower stall, mauling her nipples as I fucked her hard and fast under the cascading water, only to slow down so that I timed our climaxes to the instant the water started to cool. 

As we ate, the young college aged vacationers had been setting up the beach volleyball court on the sand. Now, two luscious co-eds - one a tall leggy slim brunette, the other a shorter thicker curvy blonde - were teasing two tanned young males who might have great muscles, but lacked the skill of the women. I had barely glanced in that direction, so gave a long examining look in that direction, while contemplating the safest reply. 

"Your bikini top looks just as good on you."

"You're so kind. But you don't get the thrill of hoping that my butt might slip out of the bottoms, or of a camel-toe exposing my pussy lips."

Her breasts were full and generous, jiggling in her top each time she moved. 

"None of the youngsters on the sand have a chest to equal yours," I was able to honestly say.

I noticed that her eyes, though hidden behind sunglasses never left the display of tanned young flesh. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. Her chin dropped open just a millimetre, her breathing slower, heavier, almost a panting. 

"But just look how the slippery, thin fabric of that blonde's top keeps shifting around as she plays. A tight fitting T-back sports bra style would be more practical. Of course, she clearly didn't buy it for comfort. She bought it because it looks truly awesome on her, and at her age, she wants to make sure all the guys are looking at her assets. I wonder though if she realizes how every time she dives to the sand, her whole tit almost pops right out."

We might be newlyweds, but my wife was definitely trying to use those young women to turn me on. Even after two bouts of sex, she wanted more. It was working, too, as I felt my cock stirring under my robe. 

I leaned over, my eyes lingering on the beach volleyballers as long as I could. I kissed her, at first gently, just lips meeting, but then she opened her mouth wider and my teeth grazed her bottom lip, my tongue slid around hers and we locked together with intense passion, no longer needing to watch the girls on the beach. I explored her exposed flesh. I trailed kisses down her neck, parting her robe and licking her chest. My fingers found her breasts, her nipples already hard nubbins aching for attention. 

My cock was by then fully engorged and her freshly showered womanly scent perfumed the air. 

"You're missing seeing the brunette brushing the sand off her thighs," she moaned. "I bet you would love to have your tongue there, tasting her saltiness."

I took a nipple between my teeth and tugged gently. My hands were stroking my wife's strong tanned legs as she teased me about the young women a few hundred feet away, but impossibly unattainable. Not that I cared. I had a perfect woman who indulged my every fantasy. Her knees parted as I explored. Under the robe, she was still naked, not even panties on. She had gone for a wax in the spa the day before, so not a single hair covered her distended labia. Her fleshy pink lips stood out proudly inside her tanned thighs, glistening with excitement. 

My fingers lingered only for a moment on those thighs before they reached her mound. The first brush of my fingertip made her lips spread open like a flower drinking the morning dew, except here, it was the petals that were already moist. My cock throbbed as my digit penetrated between her moist inner lips. Her pussy spread open, welcoming my touch, as I felt her palm caress my hardness.

"I want to lick you," I moaned. 

She closed her fist around my shaft, grasping it like a handle, and guided me to the lounge that sat on the other half of the balcony. She deftly used her free hand to drop it into a flat position, without releasing her hold on my manhood. That meant she controlled what happened next. 

"I want you to make love to me more, all day, if you can manage, resting only to recover" she said softly, settling on to her back on the padding. 

The sun glistening off her body, full breasts exposed, puffy nipples hard from the cool sea breeze flowing over her sun warmed body. Any tan lines she had before the honeymoon were fast blending into an overall tan, like most of the volleyballers. The blonde was an exception - very pink and pale. I wondered who got to lather her up with sunblock, whether she did it herself or got the brunette to help, or maybe one of the young men. She exposed so much cleavage that lotion would need to be layered in that valley with exceptional care. 

I had pictured dropping to my knees on the warm concrete deck, her feet dangling off the lounger as I lapped at her flavourful offering, but she clearly had a different idea. 

She had tugged me around so that I was standing near where her shoulders lay. I was too enraptured to even think about whether or not the folks on the beach could see my hard cock being caressed by her loving hand. She left me standing there for a good minute or two, her eyes on my cock as a drop of pre-cum formed, her lips moistened by her tongue. My arousal was enhanced further by a lingering glance at the two volleyball girls both sprawling to the sand after a loose ball, their asses flashing up, a feast for my old eyes. They both had sand all over their asses when they stood. I watched as they playfully dusted each others bottoms, taking just a few heartbeats longer than was perhaps strictly necessary, but maybe they just wanted to do a thorough job. With a final pat, they resumed their playing positions. 

I wondered how their supple flesh would feel in my strong older man's hands. I reached down and pinched my wife's nipples. 

"Oh, god," she moaned, her voice no longer quite so quiet. It might even have been loud enough that one or two spectators might have turned to look. 

My wife lifted up just far enough to catch my first dribble of liquid on the tip of her tongue. As she laid back, she dragged me with her, her lips engulfing the tip of my cock.

Closing her lips around the head of my cock, she still had hold of the base of my cock but with about half of it in her mouth. Her tongue was working around my shaft and the ridge of my helmet, inside her mouth, sucking and licking me. I was imagining that my shaft was nestled between the blonde's tits, which were more exposed than covered, dangling in their fabric cups. 

After one last lingering glance at the beautiful barely legal bottoms bouncing on the beach, I slung a foot quickly over her body, luckily not stumbling, but managing to straddle the lounger. My balance was precarious, but I kept my descent under control as she guided my loins to her face, and I aimed my face at her loins. It was a bit awkward to crouch like that, but soon, I did not really care, as I was in heaven.

My tongue found her clit almost immediately. I slipped a couple of fingers into her slit. Pretty soon her hips were bucking, her hand was pushing on the back of my head, and I keep working on her cunt using every technique any lover had ever taught me. At her end, she was as busy on my cock as any woman has ever been. 

"Yessss..." my wife's voice surrounded my cock as she let it sit for a second just on her lip. "Those youngsters have never had sex this good."

My baby finger traced a complete circle around the wetness of her sex, as I slowly increased the depth and speed with which I fucked my other fingers into her womanhood. She closed her lips tightly around my cock head, lightly sucking, her tongue teasing my slit. I pumped faster and faster. Her breathing got more ragged as her tongue bathed my shaft. 

I released her clit and plunged my cock deep into her slit. Her hips started to buck up off the cushion. She never missed a beat sucking my cock greedily. I was occupied maintaining the right pace and pressure at my task, fingers and tongue fucking my new bride as she had sped up and then slowed the pace, controlling my excitement just on the verge of explosion, the pleasure welling up inside my balls, my shaft throbbing. 

One advantage to marrying a real woman instead of one of those barely legal volleyball girl types was that my wife knew expertly how to please me. Instead of just slurping away at my cock deep in her throat, she gently pressed my groin signalling me to raise my hips just enough for her to fist my shaft as she licked the head of my cock like an ice cream cone. Her well timed strokes made my toes flex. I knew that I was not going to last long, even though I had climaxed twice already that morning. I focused on her pleasure, not wanting her to be left hanging. 

Her orgasm rolled through her whole body like a wave, the muscles in her abdomen stiffening. I knew that her toes were curling, her calves tightening. I felt her thighs lifting, spreading and then clamping around my ears. 

She began to massage my balls with one hand as I licked up the nectar flowing from her slit, my tongue trailing all around her inner thighs, searching for every droplet, enjoying the sweetness of our mixture contrasting with the natural saltiness of her skin. In the background, I could just barely here the joyous noise of the college volleyballers down the beach. My brain started replaying images of how those young women looked in those bikinis, and that caused my tongue to start moving more aggressively, circling all around my bride's slit, moving in ever shrinking circles, focusing for a minute or three on her labia. When I flicked my tongue up to caress her clit, I was momentarily startled to find her fingertips there. 

The two loads I had pumped into her cunt earlier left me with extra endurance, or if you want to look at her position, meant she had to go to extra effort to get me off. Even though I could tell from the motion of her hips that she was nearing another climax, I considered lifting my lips from her hips to suggest that she stop and allow me to deposit my gift onto her waiting womb, since we both loved how her orgasm made her abdominal muscles milk my cock. Before I spoke, I realized that though we were newlyweds, we had been fucking long enough that if she wanted to stop, she was a big enough girl to say so - even with a mouth filled with my throbbing cock. 

Instead, she pulled my meat from her lips just long enough to mutter, "I need you to fuck my throat like you would fuck those tight young cunts."

One quick swirl of her tongue around my shaft and she took me deep into her mouth again. I realized that I could not last longer, but knowing how she was a swallower, not a spitter, I kept right on going. I smirked, thinking about whether the blonde volleyball co-ed would happily slurp up mouthfuls of my seed, or whether she would be insisting on pumping out the actual orgasm. Her tall tanned teammate I somehow guessed would be a swallower like my wife. 

I sneaked a peek at the action just in time to see the brunette get struck by a spiked ball, right in her chest. Her blonde partner rushed over and without hesitation, slid a palm inside the brunette's top, massaging the injured area. Her fingers seemed to pay extra attention to the area where I knew the nipple must be. That made sense, I suppose, since that nub was most vulnerable and sensitive. The blonde seemed focused on her task, continuing to rub, her other hand on her teammate's hip, until one of the spectators wolf whistled, breaking the spell. 

My bride paused, perhaps sensing my distraction. She kept a hand loosely around my shaft as she moaned "I love the feel of you in my mouth. I love how you taste, and I especially love the moment just before I feel you about to cum."

She pumped faster. "Come on my face."

That was all that it took - well, that and her thumbnail flicking along my scrotum, stimulating my orgasm. With a groan, my great gobs of goo spurted onto my wife's face. She did not release my shaft, rubbing my cock head over her face and slapping it against her tongue.

"Just look at my slutty little face dripping with cum."she said so loudly I imagined one of the youngsters watching the volleyball must have heard, but I was too busy to look over there. 

"If only your bridesmaids could see you know," I chuckled.

"They'd be SO jealous," she replied. 

I pushed my cock back into her hungry mouth. She fondle my balls, fingers caressing the root of my shaft. 

"Lick it clean, you slut." I played along with her greedy game, knowing that I would not be clean for long, because in spite of the multiple loads I had pumped that morning, my girth was already recovering, the warmth of her fist being rewarded by fresh blood surging into my cock. 

With her attention focused on her task, I glanced up just in time to see that blonde volleyballer pull her top away from her tits and reach inside each cup to try to brush sand loose. Apparently she did not succeed because a tiny redhead rushed from the sideline and doused the blonde with a bucket of water. That made the gal's top see-through, but even that was not enough for her. I guess the sand was rubbing against her nipples, because after a word with the ginger, she quickly flipped each cup totally off each boob just long enough for her pal to dump water over the entire naked mound. To facilitate this, the blonde palmed each tit in turn. I could not say for sure, but it looked a lot like her thumb curled around to flick each nipple as she got soaked. Once she shrugged her chest back into its holsters, I could still see the stiffness of her nubbins even from a distance. She resumed playing and I returned my attention to my wife. 

"Enjoying the view?" she chuckled, her breath warming my cock, which was slimy with her saliva and stray seepage of my seed. 

I answered by shifting my feet, shuffling along the deck on either side of the lounger, trailing the tip of my cock along her flesh down her chest. She squeezed her tits together, so I paused to fuck them for a few minutes - likely two or three, I wasn't telling the time or watching a clock. The sounds from the beach even faded into the background for the time being. The feeling of those mounds pressed around my shaft was incredible. I loved how it felt to rub that layer of silky skin that encases my sausage in her valley. I particularly got a thrill from the sensation of my tip, trapped in the flesh, popping into the air, and then repeating, retreating into the warm cave,sliding back and forth, like a turtle's head poking out of its shell, or a groundhog checking for spring. 

"Let me go on top, my turn to enjoy the view," my wife suggested as soon as she knew that my cock was once again fully engorged. So much so that in spite of three loads being dumped already that morning, tiny droplets of precum were seeping out onto her skin. 

We quickly switched positions, but not before I took another look at the volleyball crowd. They had switched teams, with mixed male-female pairings matched off. The ginger girl who had so enjoyed dousing the blonde was paired with a stocky surfer type guy against a gal who looked Latina and a muscular black football player type. My eyes lingered as the redhead stripped her cutoff shorts down her long freckled legs, leaving her wearing a thong bikini bottom so teeny it might as well not be there at all. I sensed that one dive to the sand and that fabric would slide right up between her cunt lips into her gash, revealing her full beauty to the world. If she didn't mind, I certainly was happy about it. 

But I did not get to watch. Quickly, I was flat on my back on the chair pad, legs draped off the sides, feet on the deck, enjoying what was to me the far more enjoyable and sexy view of my naked wife climbing on top of my erect manhood. Sure, her tits were not as firm as those youngsters, and as she settled her hips on mine, a slight sag of belly pooled in her lap, but there was a certain wanton intoxication about her that had captured me from our first meeting which I would not trade for all the girls on the beach. 

"You jerk," my wife laughed as she straddled the lounger, my hard cock firm in her hand, her loins inches from my tip. "You didn't tell me about the ginger. And...and...she's having trouble keeping her tits in her top. I guess she's so small that the cups aren't snug."

She paused, licked her lips, eyes fixed on the volleyball game as she flexed her hips, rubbing my cock head against her labia.

"She has those sexy bubblegum pink nips, just like..." my wife's voice was far away, long ago sounding.

"Like Rachel?" I finished the thought. Rachel had been her college room mate. We had met her at a reunion while we were dating. Rachel had flaming red hair, and had only added to her opulent curves over the years. Her body shape was nothing like the young woman bouncing on the sand, but the colouring was identical. It was never clear whether she and Rachel had actually experimented with girl sex, or if it was just a matter of Rachel's casual dorm room nudity being the source of a lot of college girl masturbation after Rachel left the room or was sleeping. 

Now, I was pretty sure that as my bride rose up to sink my cock into her womb, her eyes were closed so that she could imagine that it was Rachel that she was fucking. Or maybe she would prefer to watch me fucking Rachel? Either way, thoughts of redheaded vixens with tits of all sizes had my cock throbbing as my bride slid her gash to surround my rigid pole. 

She almost immediately slumped forward, hands pressed against the mattress pad on either side of my head, pumping her whole body up and down, her loins rising until all but the head of my cock was bathed in warm beach air, her labia pulsating in a rhythm that my cock sought to match. She would pause there, breathing, and then smoothly sink until my entire shaft was buried right to the root inside her womb. Each repetition was faster, harder. 

"Fuck me," she panted. Soon, she was screaming it, "Fuuuuck me."

If the volleyball spectators had not noticed her head bobbing up and down above the balcony railing, they must have heard her excitement. Unfortunately, I was trapped lying on the lounger beneath her and could not see the reactions. All I could do was imagine some surfer dude quietly sneaking a rub of his cock, hard inside his board shorts, while that chunky blonde absentmindedly stroked her nipple, her other hand caressing her belly, dipping down into her bikini bottom, not even thinking about onlookers. Hopes that a dozen or so college aged kids would pair off as soon as they could to scratch the itch we had created. Visions of my wife's ecstatic grin floating in their horny brains, made me smile and my balls dance in their sack. 

My wife meanwhile rose up, her hands cupping her tits, fingers tugging at her own nipples, as she bounced up and down on my hardness. I met her by flexing my hips up off the lounger in slow even thrusts. The tightness of her abdominal muscles made her sweet cunt clench around my cock so that I could feel the excitement building in her core. As she moved faster and harder riding me, I followed her lead, pumping up harder and faster, burying my cock in her with all the strength I could muster. 




Beach Side Honeymoon



"N...N...now..." she screamed , no restraint present any longer. Though I could not see, I was certain that most of the spectators had to have heard her. 

There was a groan from down the beach and much laughter.

"Were you distracted?" I heard a young man asking. I guessed that one of the players had looked in our direction and missed a shot. 

I felt the gush of warm nectar flowing out of my bride's loins around my shaft, coating my thighs as a climax rippled through her body. She leaned down to press her lips to mine, tongue probing into my mouth with urgent passion. Just as our lips met, I thrust my cock up hard and fast, burying myself deep within her. Her gasp was swallowed in my throat, my groan inflated her cheeks.

"You fill me so completely," she sighed as she rose again. I felt another orgasm spasm through her as she pounded her body against my loins, her pussy milking my cock. 

"Such stamina," she gasped. 

"That's what happens when you drain me three times in a morning, and get me going for a fourth."

"I'll have to fuck you repeatedly every chance I get."

Neither of us verbalized that it was in large part the vision of the volleyballers that had triggered my fourth erection. I know that I was thinking it, but quickly, I was back in the moment. Floods of wetness seemed to be pouring out of my wife, coating my thighs. At that moment, I was glad that I was fucking her, not eating her, because I might have drowned. Looking up at her, I saw her fingers tugging hard on her nipples. Her eyes were closed, but then they opened again, and I knew that she was just as turned on by what was happening on the beach as I was. 

My balls pulled tight to my groin. One of her hands left a tit, and she timed it just right, slipping that hand under my butt as I rose off the chair. When I lowered again, one finger slid smoothly into my ass. The first touch to my prostate stimulated my orgasm. The tip of my cock was just inside her labia, but she pushed down and I pushed up as my seed burst forth, mixing with her fluids to flow out of her almost as quickly as I pumped it in. She had one more powerful climax, her whole body quaking as she shook around my quivering pole. It is possible that I heard a wolf whistle from the beach, sounding much like the moment when the blonde had fondled her team mate, but perhaps that was just my imagination. 

She giggled. "I think I'm going to love being married to you."

We collapsed like that, my cock slipping out of her lips as it shrank, limbs intertwined on the lounger, basking in the afterglow of great morning sex. My bride placed a light feathery kiss on my neck. The feel of her lips on my sun warmed skin was as exciting as the sex itself.

"You are amazing," she whispered in my ear . 

"Mmmm. You're not so bad yourself." I smiled back, staring into her glistening eyes as she playfully swatted me for my teasing. The realization of what we'd just done, and where we'd done it hit me suddenly. Immediately I blushed, suddenly shy despite our still joined bodies. 

"How am I as a kisser?" she asked, her lips brushing mine, her tongue rolling along my lower teeth, invading my open mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as our flesh rubbed together. I was finally totally spent. My poor old cock was tingling, but no amount of replaying the mental images of those college girls bouncing on the beach playing volleyball revived my hardness. 

As we continued a long slow kiss, my mature bride slid her hand up my leg. "With this great view, we're sure to have a fun time for the rest of this honeymoon." 

"I bet those girls wouldn't know how to please a real man like you," she continued, "but they sure would learn to quickly appreciate an experienced lover like you."

College beach volleyball girls might be great fun to watch, but I knew more than ever that marrying a mature woman was the best choice I had ever made.



Beach Skiing



There's something about clothing-optional beaches that just appeal to any red-blooded hetero male. The chance to find the girls-next-door daring to bare all on vacation in search of that all-over tan is mindblowing.

I took my demure wife to one last summer, having visited before myself with a previous girlfriend, but made sure I looked as surprised ass possible when Lucy, my tall brunette spouse, spied her first nudist.

Her initial shock at the number of naked bodies scattered amongst the swimsuited turned to mild appreciation.

I found us a nice sheltered rock bunker in the lee of a dune and laid down to sunbathe. Lucy's always been a quiet, but lovely, English rose, prone to rare bouts of sexual experimentation, usually only under the influence of alcohol. I had been anxious as to how she'd react perfectly sober amongst naked bodies in bright sunlight.

Although I suggested naked sunbathing, Lucy stayed clothed in her two-piece bikini despite the measure of privacy afforded by the low bunker walls.

She didn't mind me getting naked and watched with a look of devilment in her eye and a wicked smile as I stripped. 

She lay back to sunbathe, and I made sure my own position allowed me a view out the open entrance to the bunker. Twenty yards away on open sand there were a couple of young hotties sunning on their fronts, one with a thong, the other butt-naked. I lay with eager expectation, awaiting them standing, or turning or oiling up, keen for a glimpse of pussy.

So I was pretty pissed–off when a lanky beanpole of a guy appeared between them and our bunker and proceeded to lay his towel out. I cursed under my breath as his swinging dick and long brown hippy-hair blocked my line of vision.

Lucy heard me, opened her eyes and leaned over me for a look. She giggled and teased, "Aw, Mr.Floppy over there has spoiled you view, Andy."

Only ten yards away, the guy turned his head in our direction, saw Lucy and me looking over and gave us a big smile. I wanly returned it, Lucy slunk back to bathe with an equally beaming grin.

Then, as I was about to break eye contact, the guy beat me to it, looking up at someone. I had to adjust, sit up a bit to see who he gazed at then addressed. My breath caught in my throat as a girl appeared in my view.

She was really tall – Lucy is a good five-seven with long, athletic, toned legs and tight butt but this girl was pushing six feet, I'd say – and as sleek as a cover girl. She was topless, displaying a fine set of B-cups. Her nipples were taut and perky, looked 

unusually long; her skin was glistening with water as a result of a swim. Her swimsuit bottoms looked like small, buttery patches of doeskin tied to her slim hips with leather strings.

She swapped words with her man and then looked over at me, her raven hair cut short – Lucy's locks were long and straight – and slicked and gleaming from her dip.

Her eyes sparkled as much as her cheeky smile and she didn't break contact with me as she reached for those bikini strings.

My cock realised what she was doing before I did. From a semi-flaccid state it slapped up against my belly as the girl bit her lower lip, deliberately teasing me as she pulled out the string knots and let her bottoms flap down, back then front, still attached to her body at only the crotch.

Her man grinned on at her little strip-show. She half-turned so she was facing me fully, then lifted up one leg in a stepping manner and tugged at the doeskin patch over her pussy.

It fell away, and the sun lit a delicious sight – the soft, mellow tan all the way down her torso from her firm round breasts tipped with those puckered nipples past her flat smooth abdomen to the twin hollows which slanted down from her hips leading to a tuft of dark curls. As she placed her hands on her hips, angling them slightly as she posed, I glimpsed a fleshy cleft below that trimmed bush.

I swore in appreciation. She shot me another parting smile and then sat down beside her man, side-on to me. 

I was catching my breath when I felt Lucy right by my shoulder.

"You dirty so-and-so. . ." she whispered in my ear, snaking a hand round to grab my throbbing cock. "Did you like that little show she gave you?"

"What do you think?" I asked her back. Women have such a way of stating the obvious.

"Do you want me to go naked like her?" Lucy asked in a heavy voice, and I began to realise the free and easy atmosphere on the beach was getting to her in the most pleasing of ways.

I turned to face her, trailing a finger down her body, around her heavy full tits and thick nipples with their wide aureole, right down to the straining material at her crotch. My finger traced over the camel-toe of her pronounced pussy-lips beneath her bikini and she quivered and sighed. Looked like Bingo.

Then she broke back, gave me that wicked smile again and said, "Think I should give him a little look like she did for you?"

I was bemused at first. My Lucy getting daring? And sober? In broad daylight? My heart pounded, my dick set like steel. I glanced over at the couple only ten yards outside or little bunker. He kind of shot a few looks back towards us; yep, boys will be boys – he was looking for some extra-curriculum sights as much as any bloke.

"That would be hot. . ." I managed to say to Lucy in a hoarse voice.

She gave a little giggle and jumped up. In the strong sunlight her statuesque form looked dynamic, those heavy firm tits swaying as she took hold of her bikini, breathing heavy, glancing at the couple. I was caught between looking up at my hot wife and checking they were watching. 

I was sure they were – him most definitely. So was Lucy – she let out a sigh of arousal and then slowly slid her bikini bottoms down her hips and long thighs, letting them drop as she reached her knees and stood to wiggle and step out of them. 

Her tits shook, her long locks flicked around her face, her hips swayed and she revealed her prominent, bald mound and succulent meaty pussy lips, full and ripe, and from my angle – a worm's-eye view - displaying a sure line of moisture between those large outer labia.

"Wow," I commented, giving my dick a few jerks as Lucy held her position a moment – for perfect display purposes – then dropped down beside me, breathing hot and hard, body taut and horny. She was further into this than I had imagined. 

She went straight to my cock with her mouth, moaning as I got a handful of breast then pussy. My fingers slipped in easily, so wet was her cunt.

I was not letting an opportunity for some alfresco sex go, so rare was such a chance. I played with Lucy's clit with my thumb as I did my best to find a rhythm for my fingers in her pussy. She slavered and sucked at my cock like a woman possessed and I made a mental note to book up here again for next year as soon as possible.

Then she was on her back on the sand, not bothered about missing her towel, pulling me by my pulsing cock on top of her.

There was no standing on ceremony – I tried to tease her a bit, kneeling and holding my dick at her entrance but she grasped my ass with demanding hands and hauled me right up into her hot moist hole. 

Within a few strokes she was gasping swearing and cumming hard. She bucked me well, and I loved the ride, pinning her arms down as she orgasmed - just the way she loved; nibbling and biting her big firm tits as she went over the top in a series of strangled moans that threatened to be beach-alerting screams.

I was still thrusting rhythmically when Lucy recovered slightly, opened her eyes, glanced over my shoulder and gasped in fright.

I looked – behind and to the side at the open bunker entrance owe had an audience. The tall girl and hippy boyfriend were squatting just inside our rock walls, blocking any other view from outwith but giving them the grandstand seats at out impromptu lovemaking.

Not only that, but they each had a hand in the other's crotch – she wanking his long slim cock and his fingers curled under her dark bush, buried in her pussy. 

As she saw us looking, caught, she moaned in French, evidently a request that we don't stop as she was enjoying it so much. Those sparkling eyes and dazzling smile made my cock grow another inch, it felt like. 

Her nipples were huge, longer than I'd thought at a distance – each looked about an inch in erect length. Then her man momentarily took his hand from her crotch to collect his balance and she jerked her groin up desperate for contact, giving me a sight of a clitoris beneath her bush to match her nipples – a thick, long nub of flesh poking right out its hood atop a set of soaking wet, fleshy labia, splayed deliciously obscenely to reveal a hole swimming in juices that glistened on her inner thighs as well.

She took her eyes from me to Lucy and directed Lucy's gaze to her boyfriend's uncircumcised cock, pulling his long foreskin slowly back over a bulbous cockhead which sat atop his shaft like a mushroom cap.

Lucy grunted and whispered, "Oh, god, fuck, fuck fuck. . ." She grasped at my ass again, urging me to pump her hard as she wanted to "come and come. . ." I was caught between genuine surprise and unbelievable arousal.

The guy smiled warmly, nodded as his girl jerked his cock and put his hand back over her pussy, and said, "Pascal and Anna. . "

An absurd way to be introduced, but I guess he was just being polite. . .

I managed to reply with our names and he gave an encouraging nod, saying something appreciative in French.

Lucy started to come again. I pulled out, fearful I would shoot – I wanted to give this situation some legs, see what might happen – and got her off with my fingers pistoning in and out her gushing pussy. She orgasmed long and hard, writhing in the sand, her obscene exposure to these strangers heightening her sexual fervour.

The French chick, Anna, urged Pascal in French to follow suit, I guessed, and he concentrated on his fingerwork for a moment as she let go his cock, placed her hands behind her on the sand to steady herself, and brought her hips right up to let him at her spasming pussy. 

It was presented right in front of my face and was a sight I'll never forget – Anna's raw, orgasming cunt, squeezing around his fingers, her mound of dark curls a mess of sand, sweat and juices.

As the girls orgasms subsided, Lucy added a breathless, "Wow. Oh my god. . ." as she watched and took stock.

Pascal looked around the beach, said in broken English, "We have a little time for fun. To finish, yes?"

I wondered briefly what he meant, but he indicated his hard cock with a nod and I was conscious of my own state too.

Anna sat back up, kneeling forward now and beamed at Lucy, "Do you want to ski? It will be fun. . .And it is. . Safe, yes?"

Lucy was puzzled. Me too.

Anna smiled that dazzling smile once more, then brought her hard-nippled tits right up close to my chest. She shuffled over on her knees, cupped my balls with her hands, looked me deep in the eyes. 

I groaned. She did the same to Pascal, looked at Lucy and said with a giggle, "The boys like to watch the girls 'ski', yes?"

She grasped both out shafts – one in each hand and made a little jerking motion, letting Lucy see what she meant by 'ski'.

Pascal grinned, lay back in the sand. I followed suit, letting Anna full access to my cock. 

She went to work on us, using us like ski-poles, alternately fondling our balls as well, a fascinated horny look on her galvanising face. Lucy watched on in lustful wonder too. I heard her breath quicken then saw her move position – she opened her thighs wide and made a show of displaying her smooth-shaven, very aroused pussy to us; in particular to Pascal, who gave a growl of appreciation as she peeled open her lips with wet fingers and worked on her little bud of a clit.

I took a chance and stretched to feel Anna's pussy. I was just in range to get contact with those delicate, fluttering lips, hanging wet and swollen, Her big clit was a source of wonder and a buzz to feel and roll between my fingers. It caused her to convulse, gasp.

Lucy said, "I want a shot of skiing," with a smile and Anna moved out the way, handing our throbbing cocks over to my wife. It was quite a headfuck to see Lucy feel up another guy's balls and cock right in front of me and at the same time as she jerked mine. 

I grabbed a handful of her cunt, just as I had Anna's, and then Pascal took his chance too. Lucy began to cum as both out sets of fingers prodded, stroked and felt in and around her pussy. Her juices flooded out over our hands.

Anna had Pascal licking her wet cunt, sat astride his face, but as Lucy came, she lifted off to allow Pascal sight. He moaned appreciatively in French, a sign Anna acted upon.

She moved down to his cock, looked up at Lucy who was shaking with orgasmic delight. Anna instructed, "You make him come, Lucy. Please, on my face. . ."

Then Anna licked at Pascal's cockhead as my wife gasped a stuttering sigh, jerked his cock fast and then convulsed on my fingers again as Pascal came, firing strand upon strand of white cum all over Anna's pretty face.

She clamped her mouth right over him as he finished shooting, sucking loudly, Lucy's fist bumping into her chin.

The sight was enough for me. I announced in a growl I was about to blow. 

Lucy's attentions switched back, and without warning she sat right down on my cock, yet still holding and gazing at Pascal's pulsing member. 

"Fuck," I growled as Lucy's sopping pussy splashed juices around my balls, her long hair thrashing back and forth as she came violently, slamming my cock in and out of her cunt. 

I was kind of powerless to do anything, but felt the unmistakable touch of Anna's fingers as she delicately fondled my balls.

I was going over the edge. Lucy sensed it, slid off my cock, turned. 

I was dismayed for a second as the air replaced hot cunt but soon lost any sense of disappointment as Anna seized my cock from Lucy, sucked me into that heavenly mouth and jerked my shaft at a rate no man would have been able to withstand. 

I swore, bucked my hips, started to cum. I felt the first shot hit the roof of Anna's mouth, an awesome realisation that blew my mind. 

Then she pulled off, offering my shooting cock to Lucy. 

Now, Lucy doesn't normally swallow or particularly like cum in or around her mouth but under the circumstances and raised stakes I reckon she felt the need to live up to the competition. 

So more luck for me as my wife sucked another bolt of cum down, allowing the willowy French beauty to jerk my dick in her face. 

Then Anna was finishing me off by gleefully firing the rest of my load over Lucy's gorgeous face, and Lucy far from reluctant, moaned with desire at every shot which caressed her lips, cheeks and licking tongue.

Spent, I fell back on the sand with a loud relieved laugh.

Lucy and Anna used my clean towel to wipe the spunk from their faces, but I was past caring, just lying there and enjoying their naked bodies at such close proximity.

After the event, Pascal and Anna were extremely polite, exchanging broken-English smalltalk about the beach then taking their leave with almost comical manners, shaking hands and kissing on cheeks.

Lucy was shaking with excitement long after they'd packed up their stuff and gone and she was still in a bit of a state of shock all that evening, scarcely believing what she'd done. 

However, that shellshock only made for the following days – the remainder of our clothing-optional beach vacation - to be very interesting and exciting indeed.

I'll take time to relate it if you liked this account of some impromptu holiday fun enough.

Thanks for any votes and comments – will read all.



Beach Story



I had been living in the hills surrounding Adelaide for about five years when I met Molly. She lived in the United States and had come to Adelaide for a holiday… and we went for a sight seeing tour to explore the countryside and I was pleased to meet someone with whom to share my special places.

I love being near the ocean but the beaches near Adelaide have very little swell and are a bit boring compared with those on the coast of Northern New South Wales where I used to live. The beaches that open out onto the Great Southern Ocean are different though. The coastline is rugged and the surf continually charges against the shore in great ragged waves. There are still a few die-hard surfers who brave the cold and the sharks in their full length wet suits hoping for that perfect wave. I never took up surfing but I often sit spellbound on these wild and boisterous beaches in awe of the majesty of creation. 

This particular afternoon we went to one of my favorite beaches. It is a place called Waitpinga (pronounced Whypinga) It’s an aboriginal name and the beach is quite long with rugged cliffs at either end. As long as the wind is not blowing in from the Antarctic, this beach is a most beautiful place. Often it is almost deserted with only one or two surfers or a couple of fishermen to disturb the solitude. Along the beach there are places where the sand dunes roll back from the shore into a nature reserve where low heath plants grow in this seemingly harsh but beautiful place. 

The waves tumbled relentlessly against the shore. The foam flecked water sliding up the sand, splashing around our legs while we wandered along the deserted beach admiring the pieces of bleached and twisted driftwood that lay washed up on the sand. We picked up sand tumbled shells and threw them back out into the churning surf and I splashed her childishly with the cold blue water of the great southern ocean. When we had walked about half way along the lonely beach we came to a place where a small stream ran out of a lagoon, which lay hidden behind the sand dunes. 

Beside the lagoon huge sand dunes rolled away from the coast and we climbed up into the saddle between two of these huge sand mounds, sheltered from the wind that always seems to blow down along the coast, Sitting high up above the beach we looked away, out over the ocean at the darkening sky of the evening. In the distance to the East, Kangaroo Island could be seen faintly on the horizon through the gathering darkness shrouded in the mist of the breaking waves.

Kangaroo Island is a beautiful place, the source of many important dreaming stories of the aboriginal people. That evening the whole place seemed old and yet really alive. We spread our towels there on the sand high on the dune, looking out over the moving ocean made me feel so reflective and calm . The ocean must be the soul of the world, like the human soul – sometimes peaceful and placidly beautiful with the sun sparkling on the blue surface reflecting the sky while at other times dark and terrible, capable of destruction beyond belief and all the time below the surface live the unseen forces which live and move us. We occasionally catch a glimpse of them and they light up our hearts as they flash in the sunlight like silvery fish in clear water. 

As Molly gazed out over the ocean, I lit a small fire with driftwood and we sat together as the sun set and the relentless rumble of the breaking waves lulled us deeper into each other’s arms. Her cheek touched against my skin and I was floating among the clouds in a blue, blue sky. As my hand brushed her hair from her eyes, gently touching her face, I felt a gentle tremor flow through her body close to me. She turned her lips, seeking the mirror to her soul. Like the reflection of the sky on the surface of still waters we met, entwined, passionately seeking below the surface of a kiss for the fulfillment of a dream. 

My fingers flowed through her hair that glowed like golden sand in the half-light of dusk. She returned the passion I could feel rising in my heart, our bodies pressed together. Gently I pressed my lips to her cheek and looked down upon her face, so close and beautifully relaxed and she bathed in my love, which flowed bounteously over her. What dream was gliding behind the closed lids of those sweet eyes?

I sheltered amongst her satin hair, breathing deeply the totally disarming perfume of a loving woman, I felt her fingers sliding under my shirt and caressing my skin, drawing me to her, Could she also feel the tingling of my every muscle and sinew, alive to her touch? Surely she could feel it as she played upon me, such a song of love and desire my body sang. I drew myself away, breathless, and knelt beside her. Her hands fallen on the towel beside her, she opened her eyes slowly, a comfortable smile passed across her lips and a flash of light in her eye as I reached to unbutton her blouse. The skin of her belly soft and warm under my hands as I peeled away the covering of my desire. She reached for my arms and drew me onto her tender breasts

Seeing the intense flame in my eyes she urged me closer. I lay at her side where my body was partly covering hers. Her hands reached my face. Her fingers trailed paths over my cheeks, my forehead, over my eyes and nose, and my lips. Her fingers lightly danced over my lips as she gazed into my eyes. I pulled her mouth to mine. Our kiss was so soft, lingering... Her tongue lightly traces the same path on my lips as her fingers had. First my upper lip, and then her tongue was running over my bottom lip. She pulled my bottom lip into her mouth and gently nibbled it. She could feel my body's reaction to her kiss. Every part of my body was tense with growing desire. Our tongues searched for each other. They met and twirled in passion. Our kiss deepened as our bodies danced their own dance.

She rolled to her side and encouraged me onto my back. She unbuttoned my shirt. As she opened each button, her mouth and tongue slid down the center of my chest and then to my stomach. My moans of passion were all she need to know that I was enjoying her. She straddled my waist as she opened my shirt. Bending over to kiss my neck, her hair fell across my shoulders and her breasts melted against my chest. She attempted to move her lips to my chest. I sat up, she was still straddling my lap, and pulled she close. We kissed again. This time, our kisses were becoming more passionate.

My lips were on her neck. Her head was tilted back to allow me more access to her neck. My body arched into hers, and she felt the heat from my lips move lower to her chest. As my mouth reached her breasts, she let out a cry of the desire that I had kindled.....

My hands held tight behind her shoulders as her hair fell free and she looked toward heaven while I traced my lips around her left nipple. Gently teasing, my tongue flicked across her skin, tight and firm with her arousal. Her hands pressed my face closer and I sucked her breast into my mouth in a deep kiss. A deep sigh escaped her lips and I felt her hips begin to move, gently rocking against me as I played upon her body, I sensed her trust as I shared and savored the divine sensations of love with her. I gently squeezed her erect nipple between my teeth, tightening ever so gently as she began to move with increasing urgency.

I lay her back onto our towel, sliding my hands down the soft skin of her sides I gently removed her panties, sliding my hands deliberately, slowly down her legs, surely the female form was created in heaven. She looked so shy and scared as she lay there exposed before me, but yet it is I who was afraid. Trembling before such beauty and trust, her gift to me was received with overflowing joy. I wanted this moment to last forever.

I stripped off my remaining clothes to be close to her, skin to skin…

We rolled on our sides facing each other, still holding each other. Her hands slid down the length of my body as she freed herself from my embrace. She wanted to see and feel my body. She wanted to see the expression on my face as her hands played across my hot skin. As I love a woman's body, she too loved a man's. She placed tender warm kisses along the path that her hands took. First my chest, placing kisses and gently teasing my nipples. My body reacted, a moan escaped my lips.. and I arched my body into her. Her kisses moved lower to my stomach as her hands ran down my sides. Her lips and hands moved down over my hips. Her hair fell over my hips, and she could feel the heat of my desire against her cheek. She continued to kiss her way down my legs as her hands followed her kisses now. And then she began her journey back up. She licked and kissed the inside of my legs.

I closed my eyes as I felt her touching me, my body is burning up as her tongue glided up my legs, her fingers closed around me gently, then slid along my sex touching all the most sensitive parts of me, the contrast of her gentleness and hardness of my desire was driving me wild. The song in my heart was in my throat now as my desire found a voice and my fingers dove into her hair as I felt the warmth of her breath, her gentle lips kissing, her tongue caressing my tender flesh, I was electrified by her touch, wandering, dancing over my skin. Her hands closed firmly around me as my hips pressed forward in their urgency and still the warmth of her loving mouth surrounded me. I opened my eyes and see her watching my pleasure and it was redoubled by her beauty. What seems an eternity of pleasure passes as I lay with my fingers trailing through her hair as her desire hungrily devoured me, but before I burst with joy I had to share these rapturous sensations with her.

I gently lifted her face away from me and drew her up beside me. Kneeling over her body my lips touched her breast, my tongue sliding comfortably down, and up again as I sucked her other tender nipple into my mouth. My hands slid down over her hips, caressing her thighs, sliding down her legs as I kissed a path down over her soft belly. I felt her hand closing around me again, firmly holding me as I slid toward her sex. My hands roamed along her legs and I was intoxicated as she began to purr with sensual delight.

As I gently massaged the soft skin of her inner thighs her legs fell willingly apart revealing the opening flower of her sex. My fingers felt the pleasure of that yielding flesh, her whole sweet body gently and rhythmically pulsed as waves of desire flowed through her when my hand brushes tenderly across the luscious, glistening flesh of her offered sex. With increasing urgency she began to tremble and moan as she pressed herself toward my gently probing fingers. They slipped comfortably into her warm wetness as I lay my face on her belly, inhaling the blended fragrance of our body’s desire. My tongue flicked across her moist skin, probing the sensitive folds, seeking that elusive treasure, finding it as she cried out in her pleasure, then it was gone again as she squirmed beneath my touch, her hips lifting, offering her treasure to my mouth and tongue. The intense pleasure of my touch ran through her body. she hoped among hope that my tongue would flick her most sensitive bud of passion again. She could feel the heat from my mouth on her glistening sex. The anticipation of my touch was enough to bring her to the edge. For when I actually caressed her with my tongue again, she was swept beyond the realms of passion. Her body trembled as her delicate sex throbbed with release.

As she came back to the moment, She pulled me up to meet her mouth. Our kiss was filled with our desire for each other. She tasted her juices, which covered my lips. She wanted me. She wanted to feel me inside her. I rose above her as she spread her legs, offering herself to me. I lowered myself to her and hovered at the brink of her opening. We were looking into each other’s eyes, seeing the burning within. My eyes dreamed as I pushed myself into her awaiting passage. Slowly...a little at a time. she felt the head of my sex just inside the opening of her silky portal. Her love was still twitching from her previous orgasm. This is almost more than I could handle. I dove deep within her. The intensity of my desire threw her into oblivion once again. I lowered my body to cover hers. She embraced me as I felt her body writhe underneath me.....

She took my hand and we walked down to the water’s edge,

To wash away all our emptiness and grief.

And we felt the power of that great mother ocean,

so deep, beyond our reason, wash over us.

I stood before her,

Wet with the same water

touching her, touching me.

Touching us more completely than we could dream.

Wet by the same thirsty ocean we were drawn together naked as fish, out into the tumbling waves. The water was icy against my burning skin as I dived upon her, clasping her warm, silky skin against mine. We embraced as our tongues danced the deepest kiss and the churning surf washed our helpless bodies onto the deserted beach.

We lay entwined on the evening sand as the waves curled back to the sea, only to rush madly upon us again, each time bringing the chilling shock of being alive as we woke to each other’s passion. This was a moment of our destiny as I felt myself pressing hard against her soft belly, I felt her yielding to my desire as I entered the sanctuary of our longing. Gently, I pressed forward into the soft warm folds of her body, but the urgent surging sea fell upon us, hungrily driving us together. There was no separation now. She cried aloud to the sky as her hair lay sprayed out on the moon shone sand. Her legs wrapped around my body and she held me tight, deep in the warm ocean of her body. Her fingers pressed deep furrows into the skin of my back as our restless bodies responded to the rhythmical ebb and flow of the waves upon the shore…..

This story has no end, like life it flows on and on...



Beach Strokin'



This story is true and follows my previous one called "My first public experience."

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I lay there in bed thinking of my first public acts of exhibitionism, my cock growing harder every minute.

My hand slid down over the sheet softly teasing my cock as I replayed those girls watching me cum on the beach, cheering me on as I stroked openly for them in the sand. I knew I had to do it again

but I also knew that I had to be very careful for I would no doubt would encounter females whose reaction would not be as favorable as my first two. Throwing the sheet back I shot out of bed and hurried to get ready and gather my things for the beach and although my excitement was building I also had a nervous jitter in the pit of my stomach that wouldn't go away. It was the same nervous feeling I had the last time I did this but I knew that once I had my cock lubed up on the beach all that nervous energy would be transformed into a mind-blowing orgasm. I headed to the same beach as before but this time I picked out a spot that was a good distance from anyone else for although I was going to masturbate with someone watching I decided to take it right to the person instead of them passing by as I was stroking.

I put my stuff down got out my lube and proceeded to walk down the beach checking out my potential "targets," making sure that anyone I picked out was far enough from others that only the one I picked would see. After about 30 minutes I saw a girl laying face down on her towel. She wore a thong bikini and had the straps undone in the back as she sunbathed, "perfect" I thought.

I walked toward her and said "Excuse me but do you have the time?" She lifted her head and said "yes" before reaching into her bag for her watch. She told me the time and we started some general conversation and eventually she revealed she was from Indiana on vacation, I thought this was perfect I could cum in front of her and she would return home probably never seeing me again.

I asked if she minded if I sat with her a while and she said "be my guest." I sat with my right leg propped up and my left laying flat on the sand pointing towards her, I let my left hand rest on my left thigh close to my cock as I leaned back on my other hand. we chit chatted for a while when I felt that nervous jitter building, now was the moment I was waiting for.

I said "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" she said "no go ahead." 

"Would you mind if I masturbated in front of you?" I asked as I watched her mouth fall open in shock. She took a moment and before she could answer I told her that was all I wanted to do and would not try to touch her or ask her to touch me. Still looking shocked she said "oh my god I don't know, I've never been asked anything like this before," pausing a moment she eventually said " go ahead if that what you want to do." 

I pulled my cock out and squirted lube over the head as I worked it all over my cock slowly stroking as she watched with her mouth still open in shock. I asked " have you ever watched a guy masturbate before?" and she said " only a couple of boyfriends." I asked if my doing this made her nervous and she said "no as long as she didn't have to do anything," I was in heaven.

I stroked myself slowly and we continued to talk, mostly small talk but I of course brought sex into it, asking her various questions about what she liked and had done. Eventually she tied her top and sat up facing me with her legs together. I told her she was very beautiful and had very nice legs. I asked " would you mind opening your legs for me?" she looked up and down the beach for a moment and started to open her legs when she closed them suddenly saying "I don't know if I'm ready for that." I said that was fine since I didn't want her feeling uncomfortable but I noticed she kept squeezing and rubbing her thighs together. My cock tingled even more at this cause I took it to mean she was enjoying what was happening. 

I said "I'm going to cum soon, would you like me to cum on myself or just shoot it straight out into the sand." 

She said "shoot it straight out" squeezing her legs together again with a devilish grin. I started stroking with longer strokes my hand twisting slightly as it slid over the head. I had been stroking for about 30 or 40 minutes and as I neared my orgasm there was cum dribbling down my shaft, she noticed this and started rubbing her feet together as they slid towards me. She said " cum on my feet" her feet now inches from my balls. That was all it took and soon I was shooting a huge load all over her feet most of it landing on her toes but some making it up on her ankles.

I kept stroking as she commented on the amount of cum rubbing her feet and toes together spreading my cum across her skin. Seeing this just made me hotter so I kept stroking and asked " do you mind if I cum again?" She said "be my guest," as her feet slid closer to my balls eventually making contact. I pumped my cock as her toes fondled my balls still glistening with my cum and soon was shooting another load on her legs and feet. We sat there talking for a while when she said she was going to take a dip to clean off and I decided to make my exit. I asked her how long she would be in town and she said she would be leaving in a few days. 

I said I hoped to see her again but that if not to have a good trip home and thanked her for letting me please myself in front of her as I headed back to retrieve my stuff and head home. I went home thinking to myself "how do I top that one?"

the end



Beach Stud



Jason strode up the curving concrete path leading from the beach to the car park above. Two beach chicks passed him, openly perving at him with open mouths. He was well over six feet with very broad shoulders. A mat of black hair centred between the hard buds of his black nipples, trailed down to a rippling eight pack stomach. While most of the beach denizens wore ridiculously long legged shorts(?), his enormous bulging manhood was defiantly displayed in skin hugging speedos. The two chicks dragged their eyes up to a handsome profile, eyes hidden behind sunnies. A light stubble of beard only made him appear more manly, more virile. His tan was a deep brown only obtained by years in the sun. Their little pussies pouted but he ignored them as they passed. He heard them giggling a little later.

He strode on, across the car park to the lawns of the beachside pub. He threw his towel onto one of the outdoor chairs and fetched a beer from the bar. Jason took a swallow and got a small cigar from his bum bag, lit it and leaned back to check out the action. 

It was the usual situation. Locals, tanned and casual strode purposely around the small shopping area opposite the pub. New tourists, mostly white skinned were dressed down and wandered aimlessly looking in shop windows, gravitating toward the beach. Holiday makers headed determinely for the beach, dragging assorted kids, wives and paraphernalia with them.

The day was perfect, the place was perfect, his life was perfect. Only 21, Jason had started with a quarter of a million left by his paternal grandfather and had parlayed that into millions playing the stock market. He had invested a substantial amount in land in this just discovered beach haven and stood to make millions more. He lived in what looked like a beach shack on the outside but was palatial inside just a short walk from the pub. He had one of the locals into clean and launder and he treated the pub restaurant as his kitchen. Why not? Jason owned 51% and his mate Brad and his wife the remainder.

He had few friends, but they were genuine. Almost none of the locals suspected how wealthy he really was and thought him nothing but an unemployed layabout with rich parents. Jason actually spent hours each day on his computer, researching, analysing, buying, selling, making money. 

He didn’t fuck with the locals with two exceptions. He threw a fuck or two at a discreet widow who lived nearby in exchange for the occasional home cooked meal. She was plump and juicy and wild in bed but presented a stern face to the outside world as the town’s librarian. The second woman owned a number of the prawn trawlers moored in the nearby marina. He had crewed for her for something different to do. She was big and somewhat weather beaten, stripped, she was all white flesh, bursting blue veined breasts and an insatiable cunt. She kept quiet because she was a known lesbian with a maniacal spitfire for a lover who would not hesitate to remove Jason’s balls with a filleting knife if she found out.

He could pick up a beach chick with ease and had fucked many of them. His preference was for tourists rather than holiday makers. Jason would fuck them in their hotel room while the hubby or the boyfriend were hairing up and down the coast in their boy toys - boats or jet skis. Meanwhile, he would be slipping a length to an ignored trophy companion. Idiots! He had gone off holiday makers after having to floor an irate husband who had come back early from beach fishing to discover his big titted wife bouncing up and down on Jason’s meaty cock. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that both of them continued to hound him for the next two weeks until they finished their holiday.

He’d just finished his cigar and most of his beer, when a short, gray haired man sat down opposite. Jason frowned. He’d experience of faggots, young and old, coming on to him. “Yes?” he growled, “can I help you?”

“I’m very sorry to bother you young man, but my wife would like to meet you and buy you a drink.” He was european. His accent was gutteral and he pronounce the word wife as ‘vife’. He gestured to a table behind him. 

Jason glanced around. A woman, middle aged but expensively preserved sat regarding him from behind large sun glasses, a glass with exotic coloured liquid topped with some fruit in her hands. Large diamonds glittered on her chubby fingers. Her hair was blonde and greying. She wore a smart dress that reeked of expense, cut low to reveal an expansive cleavage. Under the table, he could see smooth shapely calves tapering to fine ankles and pedicured feet shod in fashionable sandals. The somewhat disdaining look she gave him, intrigued Jason enough to mutter “Okay” and, grabbing his towel and bum bag, moved over to their table.

“Vot vill you haff?” the man asked.

“Beer - the girl will know.”

Jason looked at the woman and she gazed impassively back at him, both their expressions hidden by their sunglasses

Her husband moved off and returned with two beers. Setting one down in front of Jason, he introduced himself. “I am Klaus and this Inge. We are here only one night. Our daughter is down at the beach. We are from Switzerland enjoying your wonderful country one week more. What is your name?”

“Jason.” He smiled at her, his flashing white teeth gleaming from his tanned dark face. She did not respond except to sip from the straw in her drink.

Klaus took a sip of his beer and said, “My wife would like to make love with you. I will pay anything you ask if you do this for her.”

Jason looked at Inge impassively sipping her drink, not taking her eyes from him. He looked again at the long slit of her cleavage. “She doesn’t appear to be too interested. Does she really want a fuck?” He saw a slight frown crease her face and her right eyebrown lifted slightly.

“Oh yes, she really does,” assured Klaus eagerly. “How much?”

“Let’s see if she’s worth it first.” Jason leaned forward and slowly slid his hand up between her smooth legs. He met resistance half way up. He pushed and the thighs reluctantly opened a fraction. His questing fingers met the lace of her panties. She was dry and stayed dry after he rubbed her. 

She continued to stare at him. “This is not for me. It is for him. He likes to watch.”

Jason rose to the challenge. “I don’t care what he does as long as he doesn’t touch me.” He glowered at Klaus. “Understand!”

“Yes, yes, I understand. I am not interested in you. I want to see my wife having enjoyment.”

Jason had some doubts about that, but he felt challenged, his manhood felt challenged. She was a cold fish and in his experience, unique compared with the hundreds lusty ladies he had on the totem pole of life.

They finished their drinks and retired to the expensive beach side resort and into a luxurious suite. The main bedroom was cool and dark. Klaus settled in a chair in the corner. Inge and Jason took off their sunglasses and icy grey eyes regarded green, flecked with gold eyes. Without looking away, she reached behind her undoing a clasp and pushing her dress down and over her hips. She was wearing expensive gray silk and lace underwear, a huge bra moulded her large melon-like breasts, squeezing them together to create the intriguing cleavage. Her waist curved in and then flared out over impressive hips. The dress passed her thick thighs and fell to the floor. Inge stepped out of it and placed her hand on his arm for support as she raised one leg and then the other to slip her sandals off. She reached behind her to release her bra.

Despite himself, Jason felt his cock respond to the visual feast on display and she had yet to reveal the goodies. Her smooth white fleshy body was pampered and delightfully scented. She looked after herself. He watched as first her chest expanded as she reached behind to unhook herself and then in awe as the bra dropped and her huge breasts burst free. They were stupendous. The bra had been there to contain not support. They were large, firm and rounded, with a tracery of blue veins, white as snow. Her areolae sat more on top of her delicious mounds and were a tawny colour with smallish inverted nipples. There appeared to be little holes centred in the nipples.

Jason looked up from his inspection and regarded her impassive face. “I’d like a go at sucking those erect.” She appeared to shrug lightly and looked up at the ceiling, her whole posture reeking of resignation of the inevitable. Jason gathered one mighty gourd in his large hands and slipped his long meaty tongue out to tasted the surrounds. He swirled around and round the flat areolae until finally it rose slightly above the surrounding smooth flesh. He hefted the other breast and spent time achieving the same result. He moved back to the first and sought out the nipple with his hot tongue, flicking like a viper, then swirling, then licking. He used his other hand to continually pinch and tweak. He applied his tongue to the other noting the change in colour from tawny to a tawny pink. Finally, he applied massive suction to the first breast and for a while nothing happened. He pushed his hot tongue into the small hole in the centre of the nipple, swirled it around then sucked hard. Like a small submarine missile the inverted nipple burst to the surface. He pounced on the small round button and sucked even harder. Slowly more nipple rose from the shell. She clutched his arms convulsively. 

Jason looked up. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was biting her lip. Reaction at last. He moved his hot mouth to her other nipple he had been fondling, and, sucking hard, felt it erect into his mouth like a small marshmallow. Her breathing was coming in shallow pants.

Jason’s cock was threatening to split his speedos but he took the time to take her in his arms and kiss her, sliding his hot tongue into her mouth to slide suggestively in and out, to explore, to caress. There was no response. He deepened the kiss, still caressing her hot nipples until her tongue tentatively, almost shyly responded. Jason had his hot bulge pressing against her upper stomach as he crushed her to him, letting her feel his strength, moving to massage her smooth back and neck. His hands slid down until his fingers hooked into the waist band of her panties. Jason slid them down far enough until he could massage her big smooth arse cheeks, lifting, separating and squeezing. Inge’s solid breasts were crushed against the muscular planes of his chest. He moved his mouth to the hollow of her throat and kissed and sucked. She shuddered slightly, a mere tremor.

Jason moved her back until her the backs of her knees hit the bed. He lowered her gently, ensuring her legs were draped over the end. He fell to his knees between them and pulled her expensive panties down and off her smooth shapely legs. Jason gently applied pressure to the inside of her knees. As her smooth thighs slowly parted he was surprised by what he saw at the junction. She was completely depilated, not shaven - depilated. Her mons were mounded little hillocks and in the centre was a small, girlish line of vaginal lips, crinkled in odd unsymmetrical shapes like those of an oyster, but thicker and fatter. However, the length of those lips looked less than the diameter of his meaty cock and for a moment he doubted he would be able to get it in to fuck her. He looked up at her but she had one arm over her eyes, her breasts gently rising and falling. The nipples were starting to regress and he rapidly reached up and pinched them to maintain their interest.

Behind him, Klaus muttered in an excited voice. “She is like a little girl, ja?”

Jason ignored him. He grabbed her legs and placed her knees on his shoulders and returned to plundering her breasts. As his hands were busy, the slid his tongue out and ran it up the rill of her lips, probing for her entrance. Up and down, up and down until finally he felt them start to part. He speared his tongue into her cunt on a gentle trip of exploration, in and in, parting the smooth fleshy walls as it went. He withdrew and speared her again, this time with some force, and again and again. 

Jason heard her gasp and her hands clutched his as they continued tweaking her reluctant nipples. Her cunt had started to dilate a little and the oddly shaped lips had opened and become engorged. They were now symmetrical and bulging. He slid his lips up to their juncture where a tight hood concealed her clitoris. Jason placed Inge’s hands on her own breasts so that he could use his fingers to pry apart her upper cunt lips while he continued his licking occasionally thrusting his tongue into her tight, smooth depths. Finally, the clit hood retracted enough to expel a small pearl-like clit. He pounced on it, sucking, licking, swirling as he slid one long thick finger into her pussy, hooking it, searching for her G spot. He found it and she gasped out loud as he massaged it. 

Suddenly her legs tightened on his neck, her cunt clenching his finger, she gave a little shriek and he felt a flush of hot thick cream issue from the tissues of her inner walls. He pulled his finger out and saw a thick clot of cunt cream pool on the upraised star of her anus.

“I,m going to fuck that back into you.” Jason’s cock had become pained in the tight confines of his swimmers. Swiftly, he peeled them off and knelt up, presenting the plum-like dome of his bursting penis to her now pouting portal. She was still fondling her own breasts, but the eyes regarding him had softened and widened. Gently he ran his cock head up and down the thickened rills of her virgin-like cunt, dipped and swirled the head into the pool of her cunt cream, then pushing it gently, inch by inch into her torpid depths. She was tight, but hot and smooth. Three quarters of the way in, he bottomed out. His big hanging balls were not in contact. 

Jason let her get used to his size and rubbed the tiny clitoris, occasionally pinching. Inge’s nipples were now proud and pouting as she fondled her massive boobs. He started easing his cock in and out, in and out, slowly forcing her tight cunt to accept more and more of him until his hot, hairy balls rested against her upturned arse. Jason began firmly thrusting, varying the depth and angle, deliberately drawing the flange of his helmet over her G spot. He let the fingers of one hand play with her clit while the other reached for her tits, tweaking and pinching her nipples.

Inge threw her head back, gasping and moaning as Jason began to fuck her strongly, speeding up then slowly teasing. He felt her pussy walls clench tightly on his driving cock and on the next out swing, another load of thick cunt cream dripped onto his swaying balls. He sped up, his thrusts becoming almost violent until his restraint snapped and he unloaded a massive burst of spunk as deep as he could. He groaned as her cervix snapped at him like a hungry eel forcing him to drain his hot cum into her. Her knees clasped him strongly as she came again shuddering and sighing as his cock continued to spasm within her tight sheath.

He eased her legs from his shoulders and placed them round his back. Behind him, Jason heard Klaus panting and looked around just in time to see him cover his genitals with a handkerchief, red faced and sweating. “Ver’ good, ver’ good,” he was muttering.

Jason fell forward onto Inge’s pillowy breasts, bending to suck and bite her amazing nipples. She clutched him around the shoulders, still experiencing slowing orgasmic peaks of post orgasmic bliss. “I have never, never had that happen,” she whispered. “Can we do some more?” She kissed him lovingly. She had melted, the iron maiden act gone.

“Piss old Klaus off, and you and I will enjoy ourselves,” Jason growled biting her on the neck.

“Get out Klaus, now,” ordered Inge in a no nonsense voice. Klaus got meekly to his feet, adjusted his clothes and slinked out the door. “Now, where were we,” she purred, pulling his head down to plunder his lips, tongue thrusting into his mouth.

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Two hours later, he left her laying like a dish rag. He had been sucked off, given a marvellous titty ride and had fucked her to a standstill, the want of years finally satiated. He was shagged. He showered and left. As he strolled down the corridor, the next door opened and a feminine hand reached out and grabbed him. It wa a younger version of Inge, dressed in a bursting red bikini top with curvy hips shrouded in a sarong.

“I’m Giselle, her daughter. I peeked through the door.” The lovely blonde reached and fondled his bulge. “I don’t suppose there’s any left now.” She squeezed gently and gasped as his unruly cock started to erect, thick and hot. “My god!”

“Girlie, where I come from, a prick is a prick. A fuck is a fuck. Let's not piss about. Lose the top. I’ll bet those hummers are as good as your mother’s.”

They were. She was. 



Beach Sunrise



The sun was just making its presence known, pinks and purples invading the darkness that had been there a moment ago. The waves were lapping rhythmically against the soft sand of the shore as we waited for the sun to make its debut.

We had arisen an hour earlier to make the short trek to the beach to watch the sunrise. There was just something about witnessing the birth of the new day that was both calming and exciting at the same time. The beach was deserted even though it was quite pleasant out right now. The emptiness of the beach would not last though – it would fill up soon as the sun made its trip to its zenith.

But for now, we were enjoying our solitude, lying next to each other on a blanket in the pastel morning light. We stroked each other softly and lovingly as we murmured professions of love to one another. Your body was soft, yet firm beneath my caresses. It responded with the expected tightening of muscles and the catching of your breath. I hadn't even approached the core of your being and you were already shuddering with intense pleasure. You were always so easy to please. The slightest attention to your erogenous zones (which were many) brought you indescribable pleasure.

My hands wandered over your body, impeded only by the small bathing suit. Looking into your eyes, I released the ties of your bathing suit and gently removed it – shushing your quiet protests. It was alright. We were alone… for now. And what better way to bring in the day? I basked in the beauty of your nudity: your perfect body, 35C-22-35, the way your nipples puckered at the slightest provocation, either from cold or stimulation, your beautiful pussy with its small tuft of pubic hair at the apex of your cleft.

Lowering my head, I fastened my lips to your puckered nipple hearing the sudden intake of your breath. My tongue expertly massaged it into full erection. Though smaller by a long shot, it rivaled my own erection in stiffness. Your nipples tasted slightly of the tang of the salt air. I licked and sucked, alternating from one to the other. Your shudders let me know I was doing something right.

I trailed my finger tips up your leg to the crest of your hip, then slowly across your flat abdomen to your other hip. Your body twisted and thrust, trying to force my hand to go where it wasn't quite ready to go yet. I loved to tease you, getting you so worked up that you would almost rape me to attain your pleasure. My fingers knew your body as they had explored it countless times. They knew which areas brought you the most pleasure. As they caressed your belly, my fingers playfully tugged on the small tuft of pubic hair that remained on your mound. You moaned as you felt the 3 light tugs that meant "I love you." You whispered your response back to me.

You hands fluttered as they searched for the tie to my trunks. Your fingers fumbled with the string as you anxiously struggled to untie the knot. You eagerly pushed down until my hardness sprung free. You had been reluctant initially, but now, as the sun broke the plane of the horizon, you shed any inhibitions you had brought with you. Your mouth lowered itself onto my erection, wetting it, drawing it into your mouth.

My moans were in counterpoint to the cries of the gulls and the sounding of the surf. I cried out in ecstasy and frustration as you brought me to the brink and then eased off. Twice more you brought me to the edge of the precipice, but wouldn't allow me to fall over. My erection was harder now than I had ever felt it, worthy of cutting diamonds.

In silhouette, as the sun in its fullness began rising from the ocean, you climbed on top of me, lowering yourself onto me. I felt the heat of your liquid center as you surrounded me. I felt the strength of your inner muscles as they gripped me as though never to let me go. We had made love countless times before, but this time, you were like both a virgin and a wild woman. The tightness and strength of your inner muscles gripped me in a warm, wet, velvety vise. The moisture flowing from your loins enabled my thrusts to go deeper than ever before.

Our eyes were locked together as the rays of the sunrise provided you with a halo that confirmed my feelings of you. You are my angel and you felt absolutely heavenly as you moved on my body. You hands gripped my shoulders as you met my upward thrusts. Your mouth, so sweet, uttered my name over and over again.

I rolled us over as one unit, remaining embedded in you. Your thighs, locked tight around my hips, squeezed me as I began to thrust into you harder and faster than before. I wanted to bring you to the pinnacle at the same time that I arrived, to have us greet the morning with an explosion that would rival the beginning of the universe. As the morning burst forth in all its glory, I exploded into you, shouting your name and my love. I felt your contractions around me as you joined me in the ultimate expression of your love. I leaned down to kiss you and your mouth opened to receive me.

I pulled the edge of the blanket over us as we snuggled in the after glow. Your eyes sparkled as you gazed intently at me. My face asked the question once again.

Your eyelids fluttered, your lips formed a smile, and my heart burst as I heard you say, "Yes, I'll marry you."



Beach Surprise



He had already left for work, and she was looking forward to a day to relax and unwind at the beach after dropping their daughter off at daycare. Thank God for extra holiday time...Originally, the plan had been for him to take the same day and they would sneak off for some nude sunbathing at the Sand Dunes like they used to. The trip had been planned, but then her husband got the call to attend a meeting in Toronto the same day, but had urged her to go herself. As everything was packed and ready to go, she decided she would and after a quick stop at the daycare was off the to beach. The trip was quiet, no traffic, and she figured she would be on the sand by 10 a.m., just right to catch a bit of the warm sun, but still get back in time to pick up her daughter.

As she drove, she was unaware that her husband's trip, was actually not until next week, and that he had left earlier and knowing the general area she would be going, parked in the lot past the lot she would be using and hiked back to the area of the dunes to await her arrival. He had gotten there earlier, and was pleased that the sun was not yet as warm as it would be, but he had taken the time to dress carefully anyway. He had light linen, sand colored shirt, and long shorts, as well as a Tilley hat...all colored to blend in, but also keep the sun off. 

He reached a high dune, directly across from the area they always went, with a group of trees at the top, allowing him a view from the top back towards the parking lot, and over the general dunes area. He would be able to watch her approach and get a general idea of where she went from here, but if careful, do so without being spotted, thanks to the non-glare coated binoculars he brought. He settled in with a book for half an hour and then noted movement across the marsh area beside the parking lot...sure enough, he could make out her outline, straw hat covering her dark hair, her t-shirt and long wrap skirt flowing as she walked across the sand. In her hand she carried a small cooler, and a towel lay draped over her shoulder. 

She looked around as she walked, then continued on towards the dunes...it took longer for her to make the trek than it appeared to, yet he found it extremely exciting, watching her, studying the way her body moved as she climbed the first dune. He watched as she disappeared for a few seconds, then saw the straw hat as she climbed through the pathway between the next two dunes, then back down again. This went on for a couple of minutes more, then she disappeared from sight...

She was not all that far away from where he was, and didn’t seem to have noticed him watching. He gathered his stuff, and quickly made his way down the dune, and towards the area he had last noticed her. He moved farther down the path two or three dunes , then quietly and carefully made his way inward along a narrow path, listening for any sounds that would let him know where she was...he paused as he reached the crest of a dune, peeking carefully over, his breath echoing inside of his head, but was relieved and frustrated both, to find it empty. 

He carefully moved further along the path, and suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of ice cubes faintly in the distance...there was a line of shrubs bordering the path, and as he rounded the next corner he stopped and crouched, and smiled as he saw her...she was about 100 yards away, down in a valley surrounded by dunes on all sides, with a tall dune covered in brush along the west side. She had spread the large beach blanket out flat, and was sitting on the blanket sipping a beer and struggling with a bag of chips. He slowly backed up, and made his way along the west dune before climbing up its sandy slope and behind the tree line he had seen from the path. 

As he reached the summit, he realized how perfect it was, the shrubs circled the top of the dune, provided perfect cover for him while he watched her, with a tall tree providing shade for comfort. He laid down and focused the binoculars on her as she sat before him. She sat facing roughly in his direction, but seemed to be staring aimlessly towards the sand dunes. She had removed the T-Shirt and Skirt, both lay folded beside her on the corner of the blanket. Her long dark hair hung under her hat, her bright yellow Bathing Suit top pushing her breasts upward and invitingly towards the sun, while her high cut thong bottoms allowing him to stare at her long legs, and notice how her thick black bush escaped the sides of the slim cut thong. She finished the beer, and reached behind her to undo the bathing suit top. 

He could feel the growing erection in his shorts as she slid the bathing suit top off of her shoulders, allowing her freckled breasts, already slick with sweat to fall free, her large nipples and dark aureoles visible from where he sat. She leaned back on her arms, head raised to the sun, her legs spread, allowing more dark hair to spill out of her bottoms as she smiled, enjoying the morning sun. She lay back completely now, then slid her hands down, slipping her thumbs under the waistband of her bottoms, and slowly slid them down over her round ass, now raised invitingly off of the blanket, then down over her long legs. 

As she raised her leg to remove them, he could see the pink slit nestled in the dark hair through the binoculars, then moved back slightly as she sat up and again looked around slowly He knew she would look carefully, ensuring she could not be seen, so he stayed back from the viewing edge for a moment or two. As he peeked over the top, he noticed she had opened another beer and was now laying on her back, beer in hand, and book in front of her face as she read, her cloths under her head in a makeshift pillow. 

He could study her now, her long lets, already shining with the sun lotion she had obviously put on at the car, then pausing as the glasses magnified the dark curls that barely covered her womanhood, as she lay, legs open wide to the sun, then followed the thin, dark trail of hair as it moved up her stomach to her bellybutton. Her breast glistened in the sun, her nipples hard and dark, from the cool breeze that occasionally washed over her skin. The sun was getting hot now, and while he was quite comfortable in the shade, he knew it was hot where she was. He reached down and slowly stroked his hard cock as he watched. She finished the second beer and rolled over onto her stomach. He couldn’t believe his cock could get so hard, he was almost in pain as he watched her on her hands and knees, straightening the blanket, her legs spread, her hairy bush and ass visible to him, inviting him, as she flattened the blanket before slowly and sensually sliding down flat on the blanket. 

As she reached for a third beer, he realized the sun must be hotter than he thought, as she normally wouldn’t drink beer that fast. As she read, and drank, she would occasionally look around casually, and then content she was alone, went back to her book. In minutes, the beer was done and she read quietly for a while, before slowly rolled over and sat up. She looked around, seemingly looking for something, before he realized what it was...she had to pee...she couldn’t go long without peeing at the best of times, but after beers it was worse. 

She slowly made her way over toward him, and he panicked for a moment, thinking she would climb up towards the shrubs he was hiding in, but relaxed as she moved only towards a large bush at the base of the dune. She appeared a bit unsteady on her feet as she moved, and he wasn’t sure if it was the heat, the beer or both. He watched closely as she squatted, legs open wide, her round ass towards him, and then heard the splash as she begin to urinate onto the hot sand...she really had to go, as the stream continued for a few seconds and he could see the dark spot on the sand widen as she went...finally she stood, unsteady again, and moved back towards the blanket. By now, the sight of her naked body, and her peeing was driving him crazy. 

He continued to stroke his hard cock gently, occasionally feeling the slick precum on its knob, before stopping and returning his attention to the blanket. She reached for the cooler, then stopped leaning back to read, then again reached over and as if deciding “one more”, opened another beer to sip on. She again lay down on the blanket, her breasts flattening slightly, nipples still pointing skyward, legs still askew allowing him an unimpaired view of her hairy slit. She lay still, reading as she sipped on the beer. She would occasionally draw her legs up slowly, then let them slowly slide down against the sands resistance under the blanket, each rise and fall, allowing him a glimpse of the pinkness that lay nestled between her thighs.

Soon, he smiled as she set the book, down and tossed the empty beer can towards the cooler. She laid back, eyes closed, hands beside her, allowing the sun to beat down on her sweat soaked body. He felt his cock again stiffen as her hand moved slowly over her stomach, then upwards towards her breast, tracing circles around its stiffened nipple, before squeezing it gently at first, then harder, pulling it outward from her breast. 

Her other hand snaked downwards towards the dark hair between her legs, rubbing slowly along its length a few times, while the other hand continued to caress her breast. She removed her fingers from between her legs, raised them to her open mouth and sucked them, wetting them with her tongue and saliva, before returning them to her now wide open vagina, her legs opening wide to allow her hand to cup her genitals, fingers tracing down each side of her slit, while one finger slipped gently inside of herself. Her other hand left her breast and reached down to pull apart the folds of skin covering her clitoris, before beginning to circle the hard nub, as the other hand added a second then a third finger to the damp, wet gash. 

Through his binoculars he could see the slickness of her own lubrication glistening on her fingers as she rammed them in and out of herself, her other hand a blur as the fingers raced back and forth over her engorged clitoris...her breasts heaved with her breaths, and he could barely hear her moans as she struggled to keep silent by biting her bottom lip. Soon, her legs were beginning to tense, moving back and forth, first open wide, then closing on her hand, increasing the pressure, then wide again to allow her hand to continue to move in and out. She seemed to be in no hurry, and it was obvious she was pacing herself, bringing herself close to orgasm, then slowing until he breath slowed, before beginning again. He knew that now was the time to move closer, knowing that she was not close to finishing yet, and that her distraction and moans would allow him to move closer without being noticed. 

Also as she had been laying on her back with her eyes closed, he knew he would have a few moments of her being sunblind before she could focus on him anyway. Before climbing down the dune, he unzipped his shorts, and let them slide down over his legs, and then slowly moved back and down the side of the dune, still protected from view by the shrubs. He kept watching her as he descended; her hands seemingly picking up pace now, as he neared the bottom of the dune. He was now hidden behind the large bush she had squatted at to pee an hour ago, and could see her much more clearly now. Her open legs, now beginning to thrash about, lay invitingly not 20 feet away, yet she was still unaware of his presence. He was not as hidden as he had been, but unless she really studied the bush closely she would not notice him. 

He heard her moans become louder and her breath more ragged, then watched as her hips rose off of the blanket, saw her driver her three fingers deep inside of her, her fingers circling her clitoris as the first waves of orgasm washed over her...she tensed, and he heard a small stifled scream as her hips fell back to the blanket, her fingers still furiously working at her wet hole, he could see the dark pubic hair, now soaked and slick against the smooth tanned thighs, as her fingers slowed...she lay there for a few moments, one hand still nonchalantly moving in small circles around her clit. 

She then began to rise, then stopped kneeling for a moment, her head tilted as she dealt with the lightheadedness of the sun, beer and exertion...he watched wondering what she was trying to do...she paused as if thinking, then knelt at the edge of the blanket, facing the middle of it, her feet off of the edge in the sand, knees spread far apart, before settling on her hands and knees. 

What a view he had,...her ass extended out over her feet, legs spread exposing her vagina, still gaping from her masturbating, her dark anus, puckered and exposed between her asscheeks,...suddenly he knew what she was doing and he moved out from behind the bush to move towards her, safe from view as she was facing the other way, head down on the blanket, ass invitingly vulnerable and exposed in front of him...she had moved to the edge to urinate again, and as he approached he watched as a stream of pee gushed towards him between her legs and shot back behind her into the sand...he moved quickly now 15 feet, 10, 6 feet, hidden from detention by the soft sand and the sound of her pissing into the sand, his hard cock bobbing in front of him as he approached her naked ass, the stream still strong...

He quickly moved directly behind her, the stream wetting the sand between his legs as he reached her, its flow beginning to dwindling as he knelt behind her, hard cock in hand inches from her wet cunt, watching as the stream dribbled to a stop, wet drops on her lips and pubic hair, as he suddenly grabbed her hips with both hands, spreading her wide as he drove forward, heard her gasp as his cock rammed past the wet, puffy lips of her still engorged vagina, slick from her juices and urine, sliding deep inside until his balls slammed against the damp cheeks of her ass, her scream stifled as he said hello, her mind racing to catch up to what was happening between her legs and in her mind...she stammered “your meeting” as he continued to slam in and out of her, her breath beginning to get ragged again as her body began responding to the relentless assault, as he whispered, “fooled you eh”, then increased the speed and power of his thrusts... 

She moaned as he removed his hand from her hip, slid it along her wet slit, rubbing her clit, as he wet his fingers before moving it back and traced its way down the crease of her ass until it lay gently touching her anus. By now, her one hand had reached back and was rapidly stroking her lips along side of his cock which rammed in and out of her, her fingers again violently rubbing her clit as he slowly increased the pressure of his finger as it slowly slipped into the tight, wet, hotness of her ass. He moved the finger in and out, keeping tempo with his cock as he moved in and out of her, her fingers moving faster and faster as she got closer to her orgasm. 

He could feel her legs trembling and knew they would soon give out from under her...soon , he felt the muscles of her tighten, then loosen, then tighten again as the orgasm starting ripping through her, he kept the steady pace of his pounding as she screamed, his finger still clenched by her tight butt, his cock squeezed by her slit as her moans grew louder now as she begin to submit to the waves of the orgasm that rushed over her...he could hear her telling him to come, but he had another idea in mind...within seconds, he felt her legs slowly give out, lowering her hips to the blanket as he continued to slide in and out, his hips spreading her legs open wide as she flattened out on the blanket to enjoy the final stages of her orgasm...

He rose slightly, allowing the head of his cock to slide almost out of her, slowly sliding his finger out of her anus, hearing her moan as it came out, then he reached down and grabbing his cock, slipped it out of her and against her tight butt, she started to protest but before she could speak, he leaned forward, feeling the resistance as the round knob began to slip past the ring of muscle, before opening, allowing him to fall forward, burying his cock all the way into her tight ass,...he moaned as he felt her butt tighten around his cock, her moans louder now, the sensation of his balls resting on her wet, hot ass, he began to pound in and out, his weight pinning her to the blanket, her moans a mixture of pain and pleasure, his thighs keeping her legs spread, and her ass vulnerable to the pounding of his cock into her ass...

He felt the explosion inside rising and moaned as he felt the first hot spurt of cum as he unloaded deep inside of her...the feeling of the hot semen splashing inside of her, made her tense even more, so he drove deeper inside and held himself there, against her as she milked him with her tight muscles...as he finished and felt himself start to soften, he felt her slowly pushing him out, the sensation amazing as he felt the hard knob pop out of her ass, and looked down as his cum oozed down her ass cheeks and down through her pubic hair...

She smiled and lay beneath him as their breathing returned to normal...



Beach Surprise



I couldn't believe it was coming to an end. The beach vacation my two best friends, Amy and Laura, and I had anticipated for almost a year was over tomorrow. Today was our last day to enjoy the salty sea air and warm sand before heading back home. 

As Amy and I were packing our beach bags, Laura rushed into our hotel room glowing with excitement.

"Grab your gear girls. I just got us an invite to a private beach about 4 miles from here." Laura said as she grabbed her bag and headed back out the door to the car. Amy and I just looked at each other, smiled, grabbed our stuff and followed Laura out the door. 

We chatted aimlessly while Laura drove until we pulled up into the parking of a building with a high white privacy fence. As we got out of the car, Amy asked Laura how she managed to get this invitation. 

"Well it was pretty simple. I had just finished my work out in the gym when I overheard these hot guys talk about this private beach. A few appreciative glances and smiles later and I got the directions, with the promise that we'd meet up with them while we were here." 

I just shook my head and started laughing. "You are such a tease Laura." We headed toward the building and were quite surprised upon entering. It wasn't really a building but more like an entryway to the beach. On each side was entrances to showers while that same white privacy fence lined the way to the soft golden sand.

"Laura, what in the hell did you get us into?" I asked while walking toward the sun and surf. I noticed a sign posted on the fence: Clothing Optional. Amy noticed it the same time I did. 

"Oh God Laura. A nude beach? Did you know about this?" 

Laura walked up behind us and laughed. "Oh man. No, I swear I didn't, but that makes things oh so much more interesting. I can't wait to meet up with those guys now. I'm telling you they were hot. And anyway, its our last day here. Might as well make it an experience." She headed on out into the sand shielding her eyes from the sun while searching for the perfect spot to lay her towel. 

"She's right you know. We leave tomorrow. Might as well make the most of it." Amy said as we followed Laura over the sand. As I walked toward where Laura stopped, I couldn't help but notice the other people enjoying the sun. They all seemed so relaxed walking around in the nude. Golden bodies gleaming with sweat as they ran, played volleyball, or just laid in the sun. 

Once we laid out our towels and stripped down to our suits. Laura looked around and shrugged as she started to untie her bikini top. When I compared myself to Laura and Amy, I always fell short in comparison. Laura had lush golden hair, big blue eyes and a trim waist. Long shapely legs and large perky breasts enhanced her sex appeal. Amy was very thin with small breasts but her emerald eyes and fiery tresses that contrasted her milky white skin made her the object of every man's fantasies. 

As Laura helped Amy apply sunscreen so she didn't turn into a lobster in the sun, I looked around again. "I can't do this." I said. "I'm not like you I don't have a nice body to show off to everyone." 

Laura just looked at me. "Oh come on, Julie. You have huge boobs, a curvy ass, and long legs. And anyway, its not like you're going to see any of these people again." 

"My boobs sag. I have thunder thighs and fat rolls. I just can't do this." 

"What if we moved on down to where there isn't as many people?" Amy asked. Although she tried to hide it, I could tell she was appreciating all the glances she was getting from the men on the beach. I knew she really didn't want to move. 

" Jules, live a little. You'll love to feel the heat of the sun on you without a suit. Try it just this once. You don't have to get up and mingle or anything. Please. For us?" Laura's voice had a hopeful almost begging sound to it. 

I looked around again at all the gleaming bodies, both male and female, and felt a stab of desire. "Ok fine. Just this once. But I'm not going to go wandering around flirting and flaunting my nudity." 

Amy giggled and Laura jumped up her breasts bouncing with every movement to give me a hug. "Thanks Jules...I don't want to leave. Just being here is so...exciting." 

I noticed Amy watching a couple guys playing volleyball. "Oh go on. I know you two want to go join in. I'll just strip and lay here in the sun and read." Amy's response was a big smile as she grabbed Laura's hand and ran off to join in. 

I hesitantly started to remove my one piece suit while looking around to see if anyone was watching. Noticing that no one seemed even aware of my presence or hesitation, I slid the suit down my body. My large fleshy breasts spilled free from the confining material and swung heavily as I stepped out of my suit. I dropped quickly to my towel trying hard to keep myself covered. I started applying sunscreen to my lightly tanned legs. 

"Would you like some help with that?" A deep masculine voice startled me causing me to jump slightly. I turned toward the direction of the voice to find bronzed muscular legs standing next to me. As my gaze drifted higher my breath caught in my throat. Those bronzed muscular legs turned into hard thighs, lean hips, washboard abs and a broad chest. The sun prevented me from seeing the face that accompanied the body of the bronze god before me. I blushed and turned my head as I fought the desire to reach out and touch the hard body before me. 

"N-no, Thanks. I-I think I can manage." My voice barely came out as a husky whisper. I cleared my throat and turned my head to say it again. But the sight before me caused my mouth to dry and a hot ball of lust to hit me. My bronze god, had squatted down next to me and I could finally see his face. Bright blue eyes, a gleaming smile, lush brown hair and a hard chiseled jaw made him quite possibly the sexiest man I'd ever seen. 

As I sat there in disbelief, staring at him, I realized that he was here, talking to me, and I was nude. I could feel my blush creep up my body as I tried to cover my nakedness.

"Please, don't cover yourself. You shouldn't be embarrassed. You're a very beautiful woman. You're new here aren't you?" He reached out and touched my arm as he spoke then sat down beside me. 

Heat, from his touch, traveled up my arm and made my breath catch as I grabbed my cover up and wrapped it around me, so I could relax. "Y-yeah, I am. Sorry, I'm not used to all this." I moved my arm around to indicate all the nude bodies enjoying themselves in the summer sun.

He smiled as he spoke. "Its ok, I was a bit shy at first too." 

"My friends and I are here on vacation. One of them found out about it and we thought we'd check it out. Only we didn't know it was a nude beach before we got here." 

"There's a first time for everything. By the way, my name's Tom."

"Julie." I offered him a shy smile as we sat and watched the ocean for a few minutes.

"Well if you're sure I can't help you with your lotion. I'm going to go find something to drink. Want anything?"

"No, Thanks. It was nice to meet you though." I smiled up at him as he got up to leave. 

He took off jogging down the beach just as Amy and Laura came back over to their towels. I couldn't take my eyes off Tom's finely chiseled ass. Biting my lower lip, I imagined my hands kneading his ass pulling him into me with my legs wrapped around his waist as we made love in the sand. 

"Who was the hottie?" Amy asked as she sat down next to me.

"Tom." It was more like a hushed whisper as I continued the fantasy in my head. I could almost feel his big strong hands caressing my skin. My pussy juices flowing as I pictured the two of us together. 

"Wow, Jules. Damn...if you don't want him I do." Laura commented as she watched him jog away. 

"Oh I want him, but..." Memories of my last encounter with Jake pushed all thoughts of Tom out of my head. Tears stung my eyes as I remembered that horrible night almost a year ago. "I'm sorry. I-I need to be alone for a minute." I hopped up grabbed my towel and took off towards a desolate part of the beach to think. 

Tears blurred my vision as memories long buried fought their way to the surface. Jake, a lawyer at a successful firm, and I had been dating for about 6 months. So it was no surprise to me when he showed up randomly at my apartment on a Saturday morning last September. 

"Julie, I have something to tell you." Jake said as he came into my living room. Grabbing my hands we sat down on the couch. "There's no easy way for me to say this." I was madly in love with Jake. He was everything I thought I wanted in a man and husband. 

"I'm getting married." I froze, my breath stopped and I just stared at him. 

"W-What?!?" 

"I'm sorry Julie, but because of that I need to end our affair at least temporarily." 

"A-Affair?!?" 

"Julie, you didn't think I was serious about you did you? I mean, you're a tiger in bed but we just wouldn't work together permanently."

I just stared at him hurt and embarrassed. "B-but I thought you loved me." 

He just laughed in response. "Loved you? No babe. What we had was a fling. You have everything that gets me hot and hard. Huge fleshy tits that I love to suckle and that nice bubble of an ass attached to curvy fleshy hips. Ahh babe, I was definitely in lust with you, but I never loved you." 

I just stared dumbfounded at him.

"Face it babe. You just don't have the image that I need on my arm if I'm going to make partner at the firm."

Hot anger surged through me at that comment. "And just what sort of image do you need?"

"Suzanne fits me perfectly. She's a tiny little thing, petite and quiet. I'm going to miss your fleshy sweetness. But if I'm going to make partner I need a thin sophisticated woman by my side."

I stopped along the beach once I realized that I'd been walking quite briskly away from everyone. "Get a hold of yourself Julie. Its over. Its been almost a year you need to move on. Completely." Shaking the terrible memories from me, I glanced around and decided since I was a good ways away from everyone that I was going to do something completely out of character for me. Enjoy the heat on my bare skin, all of it. I took my cover up off and spread out my towel and laid down in the sun. 

The heat felt glorious on my supple breasts, and the knowledge that anyone could walk up and see me fully exposed like this in public embarrassed but also excited me. I started to wonder what would happen if Tom had, by chance, followed me. Would he find me alluring laying out like this all alone? The sun glistening off my body my full breasts exposed, pert pink nipples hard from the cool sea breeze flowing over my sun warmed body. Would he be enticed to run those big strong hands over my hot flesh? I could almost feel the heat and roughness of his hands sliding over me. Lightly pinching my already taunt nipples. A small moan escaped my body, or so I thought.

The sound caused me to sit up and look around. Not seeing anyone, but still hearing something in the wind I grabbed my cover up and began walking towards the noise. Not far ahead I noticed a shallow rock wall, as I neared closer to it the sounds grew louder. I could hear a woman moaning loudly. I jogged towards the sound not knowing if the woman needed help. 

When I approached the wall, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Just on the other side, a couple was in the middle of making hot passionate love to each other. I stood mesmerized as I watched the man's tight ass thrust forcefully into the woman. Her moans growing louder as her climax approached. I knew I should look away but I just couldn't.

I moved to where I still could see them but unless they really looking for me they wouldn't see me. As I watched the man's muscular sweat soaked back gleam in the hot sun, the urge to touch myself became too powerful to ignore. As I watched the man dip his head to suck one pert brown nipple in his mouth, my hands began to roam over my hot body. I sat there watching as the woman screamed out as her orgasm shook her body while my hands kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples. It felt so good that I had to stop myself from moaning loudly just to avoid getting caught. 

The man's grunts as he thrust violently into the woman were getting louder and I could tell he was close as well. A voice in my head kept telling me I shouldn't be watching this but I just couldn't turn away. It was like I was mesmerized, nothing would let me turn away from the erotic show I was witnessing.

Suddenly the man jumped up and stood over the woman, she raised up and I watched as she gripped the man's hard length. Oh god he was big, so hard and glistening with her juices. I continued running my hands over my body as I watched her swirl her tongue around the head and slowly suck him in her mouth. It almost looked like she was savoring her flavor on him. She was bobbing her head up and down on his member, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him. His hands were in her hair, guiding her to his pleasure. His moans and grunts carried on the wind to where I was sitting. 

Just as I dipped a finger into my dripping pussy, the man pulled out from the woman's mouth and stroked himself to completion. My fingers worked my love box expertly as squirt after squirt of his seed coated the woman's supple tanned breasts. She gazed up at him lustfully as she extended her tongue to catch one spurt. Swallowing what landed on her tongue she watched as the man's climax subsided. Taking her hand to grip the base of his still hard and glistening erection, she leaned in and took as much down her throat as she could. 

Shocked, I released a small gasp as my hands and fingers continued their sensuous journey over my body. I was biting my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud at the delicious sensations flowing through me. I could feel my orgasm building from the expert play of my fingers on my wet heat. I heard a loud pop as the man pulled away from the woman's sucking mouth. She then dipped her fingers into the puddles on her chest and lifted some to her mouth. She appeared to be savoring the taste of him on her tongue when he leaned down and kissed her fiercely. I watched as their tongues danced with each other over soft lips.

He straightened after kissing her and turned to pick up a small towel and hand to her. They appeared to be gathering stuff to leave, so I laid down in the sand. I didn't want to be caught spying on them, and I had to finish what I'd started. My climax wasn't far off and I wasn't about to put it off any longer. It had been far too long since I'd had one.

As I laid in the hot sand, I closed my eyes and continued to play out my fantasy with Tom as my partner. I let my hands roam over my flesh picturing Tom's hands on me instead of my own. I pictured the fingers teasing my pussy as Tom's hard cock pounding into me. I tried not to moan and call attention to myself just incase the couple was still close by, but I failed to keep the small whimper that escaped contained. 

The more I thought of Tom's thorough loving, the closer I brought myself to completion. My fingers were working fervently on my clit, dipping inside and thrusting, then returning to my clit. My other hand was busy kneading my large breasts and pinching my taunt nipples. Despite my best efforts, loud moans escaped as I drew even nearer to my climax. 

Just as I was teetering on the edge of reality and bliss, I felt something unfamiliar thrust deep inside me. That was it! "Oh God YESSSSS!!!" I cried out as my orgasm washed over me. 

As the waves of my climax subsided, the realization that there was something inside me caused me to open my eyes and sit up. I thought I was dreaming. Kneeling in the sand beside me, lightly stroking his hard length was Tom with his fingers buried in my still quivering pussy. Tom quickly removed his hand from between my legs. 

"Tom? What're you doing here?"

"I'm sorry Julie. I saw you run off in this direction so I followed you to make sure you were ok. when I found you here like this, I-I just couldn't resist. You're so beautiful, and watching you was just so hot. Its taking all my control not to pull you into my arms right now and make you cum again and again."

I noticed the need and lust on his face as his gaze swept over my nudeness. I couldn't help but stare as I watched his hand glide over the proof of his desire. Hesitantly, I reached out and let my fingers lightly graze the soft head of his huge cock. It had to have been the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. 

I heard him groan as my fingers made contact with his soft skin. "Oh God Julie. Please don't touch me or I'll lose what little control I have." Without saying anything, I let my fingers lightly trace the length of him. I looked up into his lust filled eyes and smiled a sly smile. I focused my gaze on his glistening member and leaned closer. 

As my tongue caught the bead of pre-cum rolling down the tip, I heard Tom gasp and groan. Slowly, I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head. Need coursed through me, filling my thoughts completely of Tom and his hard cock. Instinctively, my mouth closed over the swollen head, and my tongue guided him further into my mouth. 

"Oh God Julie." Tom's breath hissed out as his hands fisted in my hair. I reached out to fondle and massage his balls while my tongue and mouth continued working on his cock. My eager mouth met Tom's thrusts equally as my tongue swirled over and around him. 

"Ahhh. God Julie. I'm getting close." His words caused need and desire to flow through me. My hand lightly squeezed his balls as my mouth moved hungrily over his hard length. It wasn't long before I felt his cock swell as spurt after spurt of his hot seed filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly and cleaned every last delicious drop off his still hard cock.

Tom gently pushed me back, leaning down to give me a quick searing kiss. "My turn," he whispered in my ear as he began trailing kisses down my body. At every touch of his lips on me, fiery need coursed through my veins. My back arched instinctively as I felt his tongue curl around my nipple. Just as my hands moved to pull him up to me, his kisses trailed lower over my quivering abdomen. My breath was escaping as moans and gasps as his lips moved that much closer to my hot center. As I felt his lips on my inner thigh, my hands fisted in his hair. I tried pulling him up over me, but instead just pulled him closer to my wet heat. 

All thought escaped me as I felt his tongue lightly trace along my wet slit. Just as I felt Tom's hands slide under my fleshy ass, his tongue darted around my love button causing me to cry out as my climax shook over my body. Tom groaned as he continued his exhilarating exploration of now dripping mound. My mind went numb as nothing but delicious sensations pushed me to yet another climax. Tom's tongue worked expertly, hitting every spot that sent fire through my veins. 

Soon, two fingers slipped inside me as he began sucking intently on my clit. My body constricted and I gasped as the most mind blowing orgasm I've ever experienced exploded over me. I barely heard Tom softly saying something as I crested yet another peak. "Yes that's it baby. Cum for me. Squirt on me. That's it. Mmmm. Yeah give me your honey." 

"Oh God! Oh Fuck YESSSSS!!!" I moaned as yet another earth shattering orgasm hit me. Tom continued his superb assault on my clit as I thrashed wildly on the hot sand. As another climax shook my body, I felt a rush of hot liquid escape forcefully from my pussy.

"Mmmm. That's it sweetie. Squirt again. Mmmm God you're so hot." Toms husky voice carried over me as his fingers and lips pushed me towards yet another explosion.

"Ahhhh....NOW....need....you...in me...NOW." My voice was a breathless whisper as I rode the sensations flowing over me. 




Beach Surprise



Tom quickly moved up between my legs, guiding his hard length toward my slippery opening. He leaned down to give me a hard passion filled kiss. Just as our lips met, he thrust his cock deep into my dripping pussy. I gasped and moaned as his cock filled me completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him even deeper into my wet heat. 

He started with slow even thrusts. His cock sending overwhelming sensations through my body as he stretched my tight passage. My hips met his thrusts eagerly encouraging him to move faster and harder over me. He followed my lead as he pushed harder and faster, burying his cock in me with incredible force. 

"AHHHH GOD YESSSSSSS" I moaned in his ear as I hungrily clung to his sexy body. Another climax washed over me, my pussy spasming on his pounding rod. 

"Jesus Julie... Fuck...So Tight...Can't...Hold....Back. ARRRGGGHHHH" He pounded my slick hole furiously as I felt his hot seed spurt into me. 

We just laid there contently, basking in the afterglow of great sex, until Tom shifted slightly. He leaned down and placed a feather light kiss on my neck. The feel of his lips on my still heated skin caused a tingle of awareness to spread through me. "You are amazing." he whispered in my ear as he shifted his weight off me. 

"Mmmm. You're pretty amazing yourself." I smiled up at him staring into his glistening blue eyes. The realization of what we'd just done, and where we'd done it hit me suddenly. Immediately I blushed, suddenly shy despite our still joined bodies. 

"I wish I would've lasted longer. I'd love to make it up to you again sometime." He rolled off me as he spoke. When I glanced at him I noticed he was slightly embarrassed.

"It was perfect. I..uh..I don't know when we'd get the opportunity for a round 2 though." I answered shyly as I sat up.

"When do you head back home?" 

"Tomorrow."

"Oh. Well, then, have dinner with me tonight?" His voice sounded so hopeful.

"I don't know. We're leaving early in the morning." My voice was soft and full of reluctance. I really, really wanted that repeat performance.

"Please, Julie. Just dinner. I won't take no for an answer. I just can't shake this feeling that I have to see you again." 

"I want to Tom. I really do, but..."

"No, buts. I swear just dinner. I want to get to know you better. This was too incredible. I won't just let this turn into a one night stand." His voice was full of determination, but the expression on his face was one of pleading. 

Everything he said mirrored what I felt. I didn't want this to turn into a one night stand and I wanted to get to know him better as well. "Ok, but just dinner." 

He smiled brightly at me. "Great. Where are you staying?" He stood and reached a hand down towards me to help me up.

I took his offered hand and let him help me up onto my still unsteady feet. "The Hilton on Seaside Avenue. Room 820." 

He raised my hand up to brush his lips over my knuckles. "Pick you up at seven?"

Heat coursed through me as I felt his lips on me. "Mm. Yeah. That...That sounds great." 

"I'll walk you back to your friends." He smiled shyly as he released my hand.

"No...I mean, thanks but no. If my friends saw us together like this, I'd be dealing with twenty questions all night and wouldn't have time to get ready for dinner." 

"Well, I definitely don't want you to miss dinner." He leaned down and kissed me gently. 

I returned his kiss with fervor. Halfheartedly, he pulled away and started jogging back towards the rest of the beach crowd. "Until tonight." he called.

"Until tonight." I shouted after him smiling shyly.



Beach Surrender



"We're really just going to sit here and watch TV on New Year's Eve?! Come on, we are only young once! Let's drive to Vegas! Let's go to a party! Let's do anything besides this!" I was exasperated as I stared at my on-again, off-again lover, sitting on the couch in front of a flickering television. 

He stifled a yawn and leaned back into the cushy couch. "We would never make it to Vegas in time, it's already 9:30. There's gotta be something here we can do" California weather had been good to him. Even at the end of December his tan lines were evident against the ripple of his t-shirt, stretched against muscles taut from a summer of visits to the gym. Despite my annoyance with our lack of New Year's plans, I couldn't help but admire his body as he pushed himself up from the couch and leisurely strolled towards the closet.

My stucco apartment was just big enough to hold the belongings of myself, my roommate, and my puppy. Since my roommate was spending the holidays with her parents, Danny and I had been hiding out for a few lazy days. As much as I loved relaxing with him, one can only watch so many straight-to-DVD movies on Netflix.

"What are you looking for? Your jacket is in my room." I told him, slightly annoyed that instead of trying to figure out plans for the quickly-approaching New Year he was digging through my mess of a hall closet. 

"I have an idea." He grinned boyishly as he pulled a large fleece blanket out of the closet. "Grab your stuff, we are leaving now." 

Being a typical Type A personality, I had to fight the urge to demand he tell me where we were going. I grabbed my phone and keys, excited about the prospect of going somewhere new. "Are we going to a party? A bar? I think Friday's is open until 2 tonight..."

Locking the door behind us, he gently handed me the blanket. "You'll see."

20 agonizing minutes of driving on what appeared to be dark roads leading to nowhere, we pulled onto PCH. PCH, or Pacific Coast Highway, is also known as the 1 Freeway and runs up and down the California coast. I squinted at him suspiciously as he flashed his million-dollar smile, the smile that had melted my heart six years before.

Danny had the easy way of someone who never seemed to doubt themselves once in their entire life. While I constantly worried about just about everything in the past, present, and future he took life day-by-day and welcomed the challenges I would normally dread.

We pulled down a dark, bumpy street heading down the hill towards the ocean. By then I had figured out we were headed for the beach, although I didn't know why. There were bound to be tons of people crowding the shores of Southern California awaiting the New Year. 

"Here should be good." Danny pulled the little sedan next to a precariously small curb, turning the engine off. "You're mine now." growling with an animal instinct I had never heard before, he grabbed the back of my head, pulling my long blonde hair towards him forcefully. His lips met mine and I immediately melted in his embrace. His tongue explored the soft corners of my mouth. My breath came in hard gasps as he kissed down my collar.

His long fingers grazed my neck, stroking the soft line between my budding breasts and wet lips, which were chapped from his urgent kisses. I was weak, helpless to resist even though every fiber of my body was screaming to touch him. His hand closed around my throat, putting just enough pressure to make me gasp in pleasure. His other hand slipped between my legs, which spread instantly at his touch. My hips pushed up, begging for his touch. He gently yanked my head towards his mouth, sucking and biting my lips as my hips continued to push towards him helplessly.

Just as suddenly as he began, he pulled back his hands towards his lap, gasping for breath. It was like I had suddenly woken up as I quickly glanced around, checking to see if we had any spectators before settling my gaze on the hard bulge between his legs. He grinned that devilish, boyish grin that let me know he had me exactly where he wanted, stretching out his long legs and pushing his hips up to show me the outline of his handsome cock against his jeans. 

I frowned, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "Just touch it for a minute. Just give it a little kiss." Danny's hips thrust uselessly towards my hands, resting on the seat between us. I saw my moment of revenge.

"You only get a kiss up here!" I squealed as I pulled him towards me, planting a deep kiss on his lips and skimming the tips of my fingers along the top of his package, straining against his jeans. "Let's get out of here!" 

Half-jumping out of the car, I gathered the blanket and darted down the stairs to the beach below. Surprisingly the beach was empty except for a group of teenagers gazing at an iPhone parked in the middle of the group. We ignored them, skittering past to a small cave-like corner of the beach where we would be blocked from view. 

Throwing the soft blanket onto the sandy ground, I pulled Danny down on top of me. We kissed like that for a moment, slipping our tongues into each other's mouths as our hands explored each other. I slipped off my shoes, pushing my toes into the cold, deep sand as Danny ran his hands through my hair. I laid down on my back, willing him to jump on top of me and grind his bulging cock into my throbbing clitoris. We could hear the teens chatting on the other side of the beach, but by that point Danny and I couldn't have cared less who was watching. He gently pushed up my skirt and bent my legs over my head, dipping his mouth towards my waiting pussy. 

"Oh god you're so wet I just want to lick it all!" I was helpless to resist as he touched his lips to the tip of my clit, throbbing with excitement. He pushed his face further into my pussy as I moaned with pleasure. His tongue expertly glided along my clit, lapping away like a kitten drinking milk for the first time. His hands cupped the bare skin of my ass as his mouth explored the wetness of my pussy. 

I felt the edges of my consciousness blurring as the pleasure washed through me. "Please....please...I can't take anymore." He lifted his head from my pussy, juices dripping from his mouth. "You're mine until I'm done with you." Danny's threat sounded so simple but so firm. In that moment I surrendered my body to him. 

He leaned back, ripping his jeans off and kneeling before me. His throbbing cock brushed the entrance of my pussy. "Please put it in, please baby I need you!" any thoughts I had of teasing Danny were gone. He quickly pushed the tip of his cock's head into my pussy, bringing me to the brink of orgasm with one simple movement. 

He pumped his cock inside my desperately as we both lost control of our senses. The cold, hard-packed sand beneath us couldn't stop the moans. He thrust into me faster and faster, until I thought I couldn't stand anymore. His breath was hot on my ear as I felt our bodies get closer to ecstasy.

"Ten...nine...eight.." I heard the faraway chants of the teens on the other side of the beach as my consciousness blurred. In the back of my head I knew it must be midnight, must be the start of a new year but in that moment all I cared about was reaching the sweet peak of orgasm. Our bodies were grinding together as I felt his sweet sweat coating my body. "Please..." was all I could manage as I felt the orgasm bubbling inside me. "Danny, please baby pleasure me..." 

All of a sudden, I felt it. The first wave of pleasure hit me as I writhed beneath him, pushing his cock further and further into my soaked pussy. "Oh baby!" he felt it too as we grinded hopelessly, moaning unspeakable nothings into our bodies. His orgasm blasted through me as he grabbed my hair, pushing into me with as much force as his body could manage. I wrapped my legs around him I felt my pussy squirt cum as he groaned into me. The sky flashed with midnight fireworks, exploding along with us as we shook together, writhing on the cold beach sand. 

I moaned softly as our bodies relaxed together, falling against the sand. My pussy was soaked through with our juices, and I could do nothing but lay there and enjoy it. He rolled up, pulling his pants on in one smooth movement. I patted the sand next to me and Danny gently laid down, giving me the sweetest, gentlest kiss. "Happy New Year babe."