Dating My Daughter 8211 Part 21 A Trip To The Nudist Beach
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Friends had told us about a nudist beach they'd discovered the previous summer. It sounded like fun but we were a little hesitant. Neither Tim nor I had ever gone naked in public. Our friends reassured us that the beach was clothing optional. We could leave our swimsuits on if we liked. Lots of people did.
Like most students we were short of money. We reserved bunks in a youth hostel and took the overnight train to the coast. We didn't get much sleep and arrived bleary-eyed and aching in every limb. We looked forward to a hot shower and a refreshing nap.
To our dismay we found the hostel about to close up. The manager told us we could check in at 3 p.m., after the place had been cleaned and the beds made. He did, however, let us use the washrooms and leave our rucksacks in storage.
Wearing our swimwear under baggy T-shirts and light summer shorts, we set off for the beach carrying only a large bag containing our wallets, our phones, our beach towel, some sun lotion, and a few odds and ends.
The beach was a nice enough place, teeming with holidaymakers wading or swimming in the sea, tossing beachballs around, or just lying in the sun. The only nudists we could see were small k**s romping bare-arsed in the sea and sand. Otherwise the place looked like any other beach at any other resort.
We stopped at a small ice-cream stand and asked about the nudist beach. The owner told us it was farther down the coast. We should just keep walking and we couldn't miss it.
He was right. We eventually came to a sign warning us that clothing was optional from that point on. This is what we'd come for.
This stretch of the beach was just as crowded as the one before, but many of the women were topless. We did spot a few naked men and women, regulars by the look of it, without a single tan line. Still, for a so-called nudist beach there were too many people wearing swimsuits. Disappointing.
"What do you want to do?" Tim asked me. It was two questions in one. Should we spread our towel here, and should we strip off?
"If we don't get naked now, we might as well give up and go home," I said.
A little self-consciously Tim and I peeled off our shirts, pants, and swimsuits, stuffing them into the bag we'd brought with us.
No one paid any attention to us. They were all too preoccupied with whatever they were doing. A noisy group of teenagers sitting near us lit cigarettes.
"I don't like it here, Tim," I said. "Let's go farther down the beach."
Tim d****d our large beach towel over one shoulder, our bag over the other, and we set off hand in hand.
The farther we went the fewer people we saw. Not surprising, considering the distance we'd walked. Fewer people but nearly all of them nudists. The people wearing swimsuits seemed out of place.
We came to a long pole stuck in the sand, a tattered red cloth fluttering from the top. A danger signal of some kind.
A young couple came splashing out of the sea and walked over to us. Their bodies were perfectly hairless and beautifully tanned. Tim and I felt like anaemic prawns in comparison.
"Come to work on your tans?" asked the man. My eyes strayed to his crotch, his penis and testicles beautifully shaped and just as tanned as the rest of his fine body. His girlfriend looked just as good, with soft bumps and smooth curves in lovely places.
"You're new here, aren't you?" she asked, noticing my interest in the pole with the red cloth.
"Yes, our first time," I said. "Is that a warning of some kind?"
The girl laughed. "You could say that. Be prepared for a surprise if you go down there."
"Why?"
"Well, that's where the more adventurous folks go. The ones that like to do it in public, if you know what I mean."
"Oh," was all I could say.
The man grinned and said, "Go on, take a look. You can always come back here if you get bored. Join us for a beer or two."
Tim and I said thank you and plodded on past the red flag, our legs heavy from the distance we'd covered.
There were fewer people around. Ahead of us we could see a group of men, some standing and some sitting, all looking at something. We approached.
The object of attention was a fat woman lying on a candy-striped plastic sheet, her legs spread wide open, one hand busy at her shaved crotch. She wasn't very attractive. Her saggy boobs had spilled over her chest, and her flabby stomach was quivering like a bag of water. She was far, far away, her eyes closed, her hand busy down below. One of the men squatting near her reached out and touched her pussy. Another fondled one of her tits.
The men's cocks were in various stages of erection. Some of the men were stroking themselves as they watched.
I tugged at Tim's hand. "Let's move on. This is too gross for me."
A few metres farther on a young couple was putting on a show. The guy was on top, humping the girl with rapid thrusts of his suntanned and very shapely arse.
There was an audience for this performance, too; all of them men, and all of them well into middle age, judging from the bulging bellies. At least they sported deep tans.
One guy was jerking his cock rapidly. Another had lain down on the sand and was trying to peer between the humping man's legs.
"I don't think so," I said to Tim. "Let's head back and join that nice couple we met."
They welcomed us with big grins and introduced themselves: Renata and John. They lived locally and were totally into the naturist lifestyle, driving to the beach on warm, sunny days, or hanging out in a naturist camp when the weather wasn't so good, or if they just felt like a change.
"How long have you two been out in the sun?" John asked us.
"Thirty minutes, give or take," I said, glancing at Tim for confirmation.
"Then I suggest you get lotioned up, or maybe put something on."
Tim spread our beach towel and we sat down, oiling each other's backs while Renata and John looked on.
It did feel good, sitting on a beautiful sandy beach, feeling the sun and breeze on our skins.
After about half an hour Renata and John went for another dip in the sea. I rolled over onto Tim and began kissing him, feeling his cock stiffen beneath me.
Eventually Renata and John came back.
John said, "How about those beers? Are you ready for them?"
Tim and I looked around. There was no sign of an insulated cooler.
John laughed. "There's a picnic area back there in the trees. Lots of people gather there. We're sure to bump into someone we know. Care to come?"
We agreed, gathered up our things, and followed Renata and John. The sand gave way to a carpet of soft pine needles and the shade of the trees felt good.
The picnic area was quite large, equipped with solid wooden tables and benches, with a few rusty charcoal grills.
About twenty men and women were standing around, drinking from plastic cups. They must have started some time ago, judging by the loud laughter and the flushed faces. Everyone was naked and just as tanned as Renata and John.
John led us over to a man pouring drinks into plastic cups.
"What'll it be?" the man asked us. "Beer or cider?"
Tim began to dip into our beach bag. "Stop right there," said the man. "If this is your first time the drinks are free. Have fun, come again, and bring something with you next time. Or a small donation is fine." He pointed to a large pickle jar half-full of coins and a few notes. "So what are you having?"
Tim opted for beer, I went for cider. The man handed over our cups and suggested we add our bag to the pile behind his table. "I'll keep an eye on it for you."
Renata spotted some friends and she and John went off to greet them, leaving us to sip our drinks and observe the people around us.
That's when I began to notice some of the things going on.
A couple of women were chatting excitedly. Not so strange, but one of the women had her hand around her boyfriend's cock and was massaging it slowly. He had a stupid grin on his face.
A middle-aged woman had parked herself in the lap of a much younger man. She had one arm around his neck; he was busy fondling her breasts and tugging at the nipples. She was busy talking with the guy next to her, and the guy next to her was playing with his own cock.
All these people seemed to be multi-taskers, talking and drinking while playing with themselves or each other. There was something totally relaxed, totally uninhibited about the gathering.
I noticed Tim's cock stiffening and gave it a playful squeeze.
I turned at the sound of laughter. Three women peeled away from the main group and walked a few metres away. Still talking and still drinking, they squatted down and peed. A man whistled at them and one of the squatting ladies gave him the finger, followed by a wink.
Maybe it was the cheap cider on an empty stomach, but I was beginning to feel hot — the other kind of hot. I hitched my bum onto one of the wooden tables and planted my feet on the bench below. I gestured to Tim and he scooted between my spread legs, sitting on the bench and bending forward to eat my pussy. I leant back, supporting myself on my arms.
Tim was doing a fine job on my cunt. I took a quick look around. One guy was staring at us. He smiled and went back to his conversation. I sighed and closed my eyes.
I felt something tickling my left breast. A pesky fly. If I ignored it, it would go away. It didn't. Instead it began to walk, ever so slowly, over the skin of my breast until it reached the nipple. That's when I popped open my eyes and looked down.
Not a fly. A slender female hand reaching from behind, the nails beautifully manicured, the fingers teasing my nipple. I wanted to see who the hand belonged to. All I could do was tilt my head back and look up, hoping to get a glimpse of the woman who'd crept up on me. I got more than that. The woman (who later introduced herself as Rita) brought her face down to mine and gave me a deep, wet kiss, her tongue slipping into my astonished mouth.
We deep-kissed for one or two breathless minutes. She pulled away and tapped me on the shoulder. As I took the weight off my arms, she slipped her hands under my armpits and lowered me down onto the table.
After another long kiss she climbed up onto the table and knelt by my side, running her tongue over my breasts, around my ears, and down my neck. I was shivering with pleasure. And then she got up and stood over me, one foot on each side of my head. She pulled her cunt lips apart and gave me a good look. When she began lowering herself I knew what to expect. I could smell the wetness of her cunt as she brought it up to my lips.
I was eating her out and Tim was doing the same to me. It felt wonderful.
Rita changed her position, slowly and gracefully folding her legs back until she was kneeling right over my face. All I had to do was stick my tongue out and let her move her crotch over it.
I'd done it with a girl a couple of times but this was different. Rita's crotch was perfectly smooth; no hair or stubble to rasp on my lips. An expensive wax, definitely. She tasted marvellous.
One disadvantage of our position (maybe the only one) was that I couldn't move my head. It was clamped between her knees. So when I heard her gasp and felt her grinding her hips into my face, I couldn't see what was happening.
I clasped her buttocks, one in each hand. They were soft and firm. As I squeezed her cheeks my fingers brushed against something. Someone else's hand — Tim's. He was still busy going down on me, but he was also trying to get a finger into Rita's arse. He wasn't having much success, maybe because it was something of a stretch from where he was sitting, but I guess the touch of his finger had made Rita squirm and she was now trying to push herself back onto it.
I felt Tim's body brush the insides of my thighs as he stood up. A few seconds later his cock slid into me. I was very, very wet. Rita hissed a loud "Yes!" Tim had finally got his finger into her arse.
I began to groan to myself. The idea of being fucked in public was turning me on. And I mean really on. I couldn't concentrate on eating Rita's cunt. She smiled and lifted herself off me. Kneeling on the table she went back to roaming her tongue all over my body.
I heard, or maybe sensed, someone else standing near my head. I opened my eyes. A guy bent down, kissed me on the forehead, then clambered onto the table. Squatting over me he pushed his stiff cock downwards and brushed my lips with the tip, as if seeking permission to enter. I opened my mouth and welcomed him in.
He was well endowed with a nice meaty cock. He was also very, very gentle. Knowing that he might choke me if he pushed too hard, he took things slowly.
I couldn't move my head. Out of the corners of my eyes, however, I saw that we'd attracted a lot of attention. People were standing around our table, drinking, chatting, and smiling. One woman was fingering her clit. Another teasing the nipple of her right breast. Most of the men had erections.
Rita licked her way over my right breast, up my neck, and whispered in my ear, "I'm really horny. Do you mind if we switch places and I borrow your boyfriend? The guy with his dick in your throat is Steve, my husband."
Steve slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. Gasping for breath I said, "Okay."
Rita and Steve worked as a team. With the softest of touches he had me shuffle my arse over to the right. Tim had to uncunt me. Rita rolled into the place I'd vacated and I saw Tim entering her. Steve tapped me on the hip and guided me into a doggie position on the table. Almost immediately I felt his cock plunging into me from the back.
In the doggie position I had a clear view of the people around our table. One guy, right in front of me, moved forward gripping his erection like a thick rod. I nodded and lowered myself onto my elbows. As he thrust his erection over the edge of the table, I tried to help him by stretching my neck as far as it would go. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and felt a cock push its way in.
With just three or four thrusts the two men — front and back — fell into sync, plunging in and out of me in perfect rhythm. Only once had I serviced two guys at the same time, and that had been lying back on a comfortable sofa. One guy had fucked me from in front. The other had climbed up onto the sofa, his cock level with my mouth, and I had no problem sucking him off.
That had been wild. This was mind-blowing. Kneeling on a wooden picnic table with my arse in the air, being pounded by two sun-bronzed hunks and watched by a circle of friendly folk absorbing the sexual energy radiating from the picnic table.
I was the first to climax, desperately struggling to suppress the spasms wracking my body. The guy with his cock in my mouth stopped pumping and waited until I had regained control of my body.
When he started pumping again it took him only a few strokes to climax. I took his load into my mouth and then let it dribble out over my chin. Almost immediately another guy took his place and I closed my mouth over a nicely shaped long, thin cock.
My new partner surprised me by saying, "Hi, beautiful," in a quiet, conspiratorial voice.
With his cock filling my mouth I could only growl the equivalent of "Thank you."
Steve had incredible stamina. He kept pounding away from behind, leaning forward and slipping his right hand down to my clit, his left up to my breast.
I must have come three or four times, the orgasms coming closer and closer together. I lost count. It felt like one long orgasm going on forever and ever. My head began to spin.
Reluctantly I raised my right hand a few centimetres. Steve immediately pulled his cock out and a few seconds later I felt a warm splash down the small of my back. He must have finished himself off with his hand. A true gentleman.
The guy in front had also pulled out and was twisting his right hand around the rim of his glans. With his left hand he pointed to my face and asked, "Okay?"
I sighed a contented "Okay," and he jetted his load onto my nose and cheek, carefully avoiding my eyes. Another true gentleman.
Steve patted me on my bum and then helped me flip over into a sitting position, my legs folded to the side. From out of nowhere two women stepped forward, one with a handful of tissues, another with a cup of beer. I croaked an appreciative "Thank you" and gulped down half of the cup. Most of the semen on my face had dripped down onto my chest. I wiped it off with the tissues.
My two helpers struck up a cheerful conversation. Was it my first time here? What did I think of the naturist scene? How many times had I climaxed?
Sipping my beer I looked around. Rita was still lying on the table being shafted by a handsome man with a receding hairline and a slight paunch. It took me a while to spot Tim. He was over by the drinks table, chatting with Renata and John. Maybe I should go over and join him, I thought to myself.
"Your partner?" asked the woman who had handed me the beer. Unlike many of the other women, she hadn't shaved her bush, probably to prove that she was a natural blonde. "He'll be all right where he is. Your legs must be shaking. Here, get down and join us over there." She pointed to another table, this one not covered with writhing bodies.
My legs were shaking so my two new friends steadied me until I could plop my bum onto the bench under the table. I don't remember much after that. No sooner had I downed one cup of beer than someone offered me another. When I said I preferred cider, a young woman with pendulous breasts ran back to the drinks table and brought back two cups of cider for me. "You must be thirsty after all that," she said with a big smile.
As I drank my fourth or fifth cup my head was definitely beginning to spin. "Whoa," I said.
"Are you all right? Do you want to lie down? Let me help you." It was the girl with the pendulous breasts, enticingly unusual on someone so young, and with such a slim figure.
"No, no, I'm fine. Too much sex and too much alcohol. But I do need to pee."
"Oh, then let me help you. I need to pee too."
She steadied me as I got up, stepped over the bench, and walked a few metres towards the trees. She kept hold of my hand as I squatted down then, after making sure that I was comfortable, she pissed standing up.
She had amazing control over the direction of her powerful stream. From the side it looked like a man pissing.
"I'm Maggie, by the way," she said as she playfully swung the stream from side to side. "And you're Kate. I chatted with your boyfriend while you were still busy on the table. Watching you was quite a turn-on."
I must have blushed.
"No, really," she said giving two or three thrusts of her hips to shake off any remaining drops of pee. "You were incredible."
Once again she took hold of my hand and helped me stand up. As we walked back to our table I couldn't help glancing sideways at her swinging breasts. She laughed.
"They're a real nuisance. My friend Barbara had a pair like mine and she had them surgically reduced."
"What a waste," I said, in my alcohol-induced daze unsure if I'd said the right thing.
"Yes, well, I consulted with my doctor and he advised me to wait. He said the size and shape of my breasts were bound to change as I grew older. I might regret having drastic surgery at my age. So I took his advice."
"I'm glad you did." We had returned to our table and taken our places among the three women and two men sitting there. Taking another sip from my cup, which someone had topped up while I was pissing, I turned my attention back to Maggie's tits.
"May I touch them?" I asked.
"Sure, go ahead while I feel yours."
The folks at our table saw nothing unusual in two women examining each other's breasts.
One of the men said, with a smile, "I guess you ladies like comparing your breasts as much as we guys like comparing our dicks."
"Oh, we like comparing our cunts, too," replied Maggie. Now that was something totally beyond my experience. But I guess if these very friendly folk liked walking around naked and revealing all, maybe it wasn't so strange. My tipsy imagination pictured two girls sitting opposite one another on a table, their legs spread wide open, staring at each other's cunts.
Maggie must have noticed the distracted look on my face. She laughed and said, "A lot of the women here, and quite a few of the men, are bisexual. We're used to going down on each other."
"Right," I said. I took another sip of cider — slow down, my inner self warned me — and looked around. "How long does this go on for?" I asked.
A girl across the table from us, who'd been listening to our conversation, said, "Oh, until sunset, usually. We don't go at it all the time. It comes and goes in waves. The guys need a break from time to time. A couple like you and your boyfriend start fucking and it turns other people on, until almost everyone is fucking or sucking or masturbating. Then things slow down, we all chill out, until someone else starts up again."
"Just a minute," I said. "Aren't we on the wrong beach for this kind of thing?"
"Oh, you mean the red flag?" laughed Maggie. "Actually we're all right. The path to this picnic area starts in the clothing optional zone but winds into the anything-goes area. Not that the flag means much. The police never come here, not unless they're naturists. Don't look surprised, we do have one or two regulars who are police officers. When you get to know everyone you'll find just about every profession is represented. Walt over there is a university professor, and Eva — over there — is a judge." She pointed to the middle-aged woman I'd seen sitting in a young man's lap.
"I guess you're here on holiday," said Maggie, changing the subject. "Not having seen you here before, I mean."
I nodded.
"Well, now that you've found our little circle, I do hope you and your boyfriend come again. You're always welcome."
We heard a woman scream.
"Oh, that's Liz," said Maggie. "No need to worry. She's does get carried away."
After that the conversation turned to other topics. I told Maggie where I lived, what I studied, and a few other personal things. She reciprocated.
My eyes kept returning to her tits. "Can I suck them?" I asked.
She laughed. "No need to ask, just go ahead." Which is what I did, at the same time slipping my hand between her legs and teasing her clit. She leant over and kissed me, slipping her hand between my legs. I must have come in seconds, my body quivering with several spasms in succession.
I apologised and asked if I could go down on her. "There you go again. No need to ask." She moved a few cups aside and hopped onto the table, pulling her lips aside to give me full access.
And then, my face buried in Maggie's crotch, things really began to go blurry. I don't remember much after that. What I do remember is puking into the undergrowth beneath the trees and some kind soul offering me a small bottle of warm mineral water to rinse out my mouth.
I also remember someone helping me to lie down on one of the benches. After that I lost consciousness. When I came to the sun was setting. There were fewer people around. Someone had fired up one of the grills with charcoal chips and Tim and I were invited to stay and eat. To be honest, I was still feeling queazy and the smell of sizzling meat wasn't very appetizing.
After bidding goodbye to our friends and promising to come back within a day or two, Tim and I walked, or rather stumbled, back to the youth hostel — after putting on our clothes, of course.
I took a long shower and then had a light snack in the cafeteria. Sitting on my bunk, getting ready to call it a day, I checked my phone. There were at least a dozen new contacts, and a few text messages, including one from Maggie. I texted her back, sighed, and climbed under my sheet and blanket. I went out like a light.
Like most students we were short of money. We reserved bunks in a youth hostel and took the overnight train to the coast. We didn't get much sleep and arrived bleary-eyed and aching in every limb. We looked forward to a hot shower and a refreshing nap.
To our dismay we found the hostel about to close up. The manager told us we could check in at 3 p.m., after the place had been cleaned and the beds made. He did, however, let us use the washrooms and leave our rucksacks in storage.
Wearing our swimwear under baggy T-shirts and light summer shorts, we set off for the beach carrying only a large bag containing our wallets, our phones, our beach towel, some sun lotion, and a few odds and ends.
The beach was a nice enough place, teeming with holidaymakers wading or swimming in the sea, tossing beachballs around, or just lying in the sun. The only nudists we could see were small k**s romping bare-arsed in the sea and sand. Otherwise the place looked like any other beach at any other resort.
We stopped at a small ice-cream stand and asked about the nudist beach. The owner told us it was farther down the coast. We should just keep walking and we couldn't miss it.
He was right. We eventually came to a sign warning us that clothing was optional from that point on. This is what we'd come for.
This stretch of the beach was just as crowded as the one before, but many of the women were topless. We did spot a few naked men and women, regulars by the look of it, without a single tan line. Still, for a so-called nudist beach there were too many people wearing swimsuits. Disappointing.
"What do you want to do?" Tim asked me. It was two questions in one. Should we spread our towel here, and should we strip off?
"If we don't get naked now, we might as well give up and go home," I said.
A little self-consciously Tim and I peeled off our shirts, pants, and swimsuits, stuffing them into the bag we'd brought with us.
No one paid any attention to us. They were all too preoccupied with whatever they were doing. A noisy group of teenagers sitting near us lit cigarettes.
"I don't like it here, Tim," I said. "Let's go farther down the beach."
Tim d****d our large beach towel over one shoulder, our bag over the other, and we set off hand in hand.
The farther we went the fewer people we saw. Not surprising, considering the distance we'd walked. Fewer people but nearly all of them nudists. The people wearing swimsuits seemed out of place.
We came to a long pole stuck in the sand, a tattered red cloth fluttering from the top. A danger signal of some kind.
A young couple came splashing out of the sea and walked over to us. Their bodies were perfectly hairless and beautifully tanned. Tim and I felt like anaemic prawns in comparison.
"Come to work on your tans?" asked the man. My eyes strayed to his crotch, his penis and testicles beautifully shaped and just as tanned as the rest of his fine body. His girlfriend looked just as good, with soft bumps and smooth curves in lovely places.
"You're new here, aren't you?" she asked, noticing my interest in the pole with the red cloth.
"Yes, our first time," I said. "Is that a warning of some kind?"
The girl laughed. "You could say that. Be prepared for a surprise if you go down there."
"Why?"
"Well, that's where the more adventurous folks go. The ones that like to do it in public, if you know what I mean."
"Oh," was all I could say.
The man grinned and said, "Go on, take a look. You can always come back here if you get bored. Join us for a beer or two."
Tim and I said thank you and plodded on past the red flag, our legs heavy from the distance we'd covered.
There were fewer people around. Ahead of us we could see a group of men, some standing and some sitting, all looking at something. We approached.
The object of attention was a fat woman lying on a candy-striped plastic sheet, her legs spread wide open, one hand busy at her shaved crotch. She wasn't very attractive. Her saggy boobs had spilled over her chest, and her flabby stomach was quivering like a bag of water. She was far, far away, her eyes closed, her hand busy down below. One of the men squatting near her reached out and touched her pussy. Another fondled one of her tits.
The men's cocks were in various stages of erection. Some of the men were stroking themselves as they watched.
I tugged at Tim's hand. "Let's move on. This is too gross for me."
A few metres farther on a young couple was putting on a show. The guy was on top, humping the girl with rapid thrusts of his suntanned and very shapely arse.
There was an audience for this performance, too; all of them men, and all of them well into middle age, judging from the bulging bellies. At least they sported deep tans.
One guy was jerking his cock rapidly. Another had lain down on the sand and was trying to peer between the humping man's legs.
"I don't think so," I said to Tim. "Let's head back and join that nice couple we met."
They welcomed us with big grins and introduced themselves: Renata and John. They lived locally and were totally into the naturist lifestyle, driving to the beach on warm, sunny days, or hanging out in a naturist camp when the weather wasn't so good, or if they just felt like a change.
"How long have you two been out in the sun?" John asked us.
"Thirty minutes, give or take," I said, glancing at Tim for confirmation.
"Then I suggest you get lotioned up, or maybe put something on."
Tim spread our beach towel and we sat down, oiling each other's backs while Renata and John looked on.
It did feel good, sitting on a beautiful sandy beach, feeling the sun and breeze on our skins.
After about half an hour Renata and John went for another dip in the sea. I rolled over onto Tim and began kissing him, feeling his cock stiffen beneath me.
Eventually Renata and John came back.
John said, "How about those beers? Are you ready for them?"
Tim and I looked around. There was no sign of an insulated cooler.
John laughed. "There's a picnic area back there in the trees. Lots of people gather there. We're sure to bump into someone we know. Care to come?"
We agreed, gathered up our things, and followed Renata and John. The sand gave way to a carpet of soft pine needles and the shade of the trees felt good.
The picnic area was quite large, equipped with solid wooden tables and benches, with a few rusty charcoal grills.
About twenty men and women were standing around, drinking from plastic cups. They must have started some time ago, judging by the loud laughter and the flushed faces. Everyone was naked and just as tanned as Renata and John.
John led us over to a man pouring drinks into plastic cups.
"What'll it be?" the man asked us. "Beer or cider?"
Tim began to dip into our beach bag. "Stop right there," said the man. "If this is your first time the drinks are free. Have fun, come again, and bring something with you next time. Or a small donation is fine." He pointed to a large pickle jar half-full of coins and a few notes. "So what are you having?"
Tim opted for beer, I went for cider. The man handed over our cups and suggested we add our bag to the pile behind his table. "I'll keep an eye on it for you."
Renata spotted some friends and she and John went off to greet them, leaving us to sip our drinks and observe the people around us.
That's when I began to notice some of the things going on.
A couple of women were chatting excitedly. Not so strange, but one of the women had her hand around her boyfriend's cock and was massaging it slowly. He had a stupid grin on his face.
A middle-aged woman had parked herself in the lap of a much younger man. She had one arm around his neck; he was busy fondling her breasts and tugging at the nipples. She was busy talking with the guy next to her, and the guy next to her was playing with his own cock.
All these people seemed to be multi-taskers, talking and drinking while playing with themselves or each other. There was something totally relaxed, totally uninhibited about the gathering.
I noticed Tim's cock stiffening and gave it a playful squeeze.
I turned at the sound of laughter. Three women peeled away from the main group and walked a few metres away. Still talking and still drinking, they squatted down and peed. A man whistled at them and one of the squatting ladies gave him the finger, followed by a wink.
Maybe it was the cheap cider on an empty stomach, but I was beginning to feel hot — the other kind of hot. I hitched my bum onto one of the wooden tables and planted my feet on the bench below. I gestured to Tim and he scooted between my spread legs, sitting on the bench and bending forward to eat my pussy. I leant back, supporting myself on my arms.
Tim was doing a fine job on my cunt. I took a quick look around. One guy was staring at us. He smiled and went back to his conversation. I sighed and closed my eyes.
I felt something tickling my left breast. A pesky fly. If I ignored it, it would go away. It didn't. Instead it began to walk, ever so slowly, over the skin of my breast until it reached the nipple. That's when I popped open my eyes and looked down.
Not a fly. A slender female hand reaching from behind, the nails beautifully manicured, the fingers teasing my nipple. I wanted to see who the hand belonged to. All I could do was tilt my head back and look up, hoping to get a glimpse of the woman who'd crept up on me. I got more than that. The woman (who later introduced herself as Rita) brought her face down to mine and gave me a deep, wet kiss, her tongue slipping into my astonished mouth.
We deep-kissed for one or two breathless minutes. She pulled away and tapped me on the shoulder. As I took the weight off my arms, she slipped her hands under my armpits and lowered me down onto the table.
After another long kiss she climbed up onto the table and knelt by my side, running her tongue over my breasts, around my ears, and down my neck. I was shivering with pleasure. And then she got up and stood over me, one foot on each side of my head. She pulled her cunt lips apart and gave me a good look. When she began lowering herself I knew what to expect. I could smell the wetness of her cunt as she brought it up to my lips.
I was eating her out and Tim was doing the same to me. It felt wonderful.
Rita changed her position, slowly and gracefully folding her legs back until she was kneeling right over my face. All I had to do was stick my tongue out and let her move her crotch over it.
I'd done it with a girl a couple of times but this was different. Rita's crotch was perfectly smooth; no hair or stubble to rasp on my lips. An expensive wax, definitely. She tasted marvellous.
One disadvantage of our position (maybe the only one) was that I couldn't move my head. It was clamped between her knees. So when I heard her gasp and felt her grinding her hips into my face, I couldn't see what was happening.
I clasped her buttocks, one in each hand. They were soft and firm. As I squeezed her cheeks my fingers brushed against something. Someone else's hand — Tim's. He was still busy going down on me, but he was also trying to get a finger into Rita's arse. He wasn't having much success, maybe because it was something of a stretch from where he was sitting, but I guess the touch of his finger had made Rita squirm and she was now trying to push herself back onto it.
I felt Tim's body brush the insides of my thighs as he stood up. A few seconds later his cock slid into me. I was very, very wet. Rita hissed a loud "Yes!" Tim had finally got his finger into her arse.
I began to groan to myself. The idea of being fucked in public was turning me on. And I mean really on. I couldn't concentrate on eating Rita's cunt. She smiled and lifted herself off me. Kneeling on the table she went back to roaming her tongue all over my body.
I heard, or maybe sensed, someone else standing near my head. I opened my eyes. A guy bent down, kissed me on the forehead, then clambered onto the table. Squatting over me he pushed his stiff cock downwards and brushed my lips with the tip, as if seeking permission to enter. I opened my mouth and welcomed him in.
He was well endowed with a nice meaty cock. He was also very, very gentle. Knowing that he might choke me if he pushed too hard, he took things slowly.
I couldn't move my head. Out of the corners of my eyes, however, I saw that we'd attracted a lot of attention. People were standing around our table, drinking, chatting, and smiling. One woman was fingering her clit. Another teasing the nipple of her right breast. Most of the men had erections.
Rita licked her way over my right breast, up my neck, and whispered in my ear, "I'm really horny. Do you mind if we switch places and I borrow your boyfriend? The guy with his dick in your throat is Steve, my husband."
Steve slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. Gasping for breath I said, "Okay."
Rita and Steve worked as a team. With the softest of touches he had me shuffle my arse over to the right. Tim had to uncunt me. Rita rolled into the place I'd vacated and I saw Tim entering her. Steve tapped me on the hip and guided me into a doggie position on the table. Almost immediately I felt his cock plunging into me from the back.
In the doggie position I had a clear view of the people around our table. One guy, right in front of me, moved forward gripping his erection like a thick rod. I nodded and lowered myself onto my elbows. As he thrust his erection over the edge of the table, I tried to help him by stretching my neck as far as it would go. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and felt a cock push its way in.
With just three or four thrusts the two men — front and back — fell into sync, plunging in and out of me in perfect rhythm. Only once had I serviced two guys at the same time, and that had been lying back on a comfortable sofa. One guy had fucked me from in front. The other had climbed up onto the sofa, his cock level with my mouth, and I had no problem sucking him off.
That had been wild. This was mind-blowing. Kneeling on a wooden picnic table with my arse in the air, being pounded by two sun-bronzed hunks and watched by a circle of friendly folk absorbing the sexual energy radiating from the picnic table.
I was the first to climax, desperately struggling to suppress the spasms wracking my body. The guy with his cock in my mouth stopped pumping and waited until I had regained control of my body.
When he started pumping again it took him only a few strokes to climax. I took his load into my mouth and then let it dribble out over my chin. Almost immediately another guy took his place and I closed my mouth over a nicely shaped long, thin cock.
My new partner surprised me by saying, "Hi, beautiful," in a quiet, conspiratorial voice.
With his cock filling my mouth I could only growl the equivalent of "Thank you."
Steve had incredible stamina. He kept pounding away from behind, leaning forward and slipping his right hand down to my clit, his left up to my breast.
I must have come three or four times, the orgasms coming closer and closer together. I lost count. It felt like one long orgasm going on forever and ever. My head began to spin.
Reluctantly I raised my right hand a few centimetres. Steve immediately pulled his cock out and a few seconds later I felt a warm splash down the small of my back. He must have finished himself off with his hand. A true gentleman.
The guy in front had also pulled out and was twisting his right hand around the rim of his glans. With his left hand he pointed to my face and asked, "Okay?"
I sighed a contented "Okay," and he jetted his load onto my nose and cheek, carefully avoiding my eyes. Another true gentleman.
Steve patted me on my bum and then helped me flip over into a sitting position, my legs folded to the side. From out of nowhere two women stepped forward, one with a handful of tissues, another with a cup of beer. I croaked an appreciative "Thank you" and gulped down half of the cup. Most of the semen on my face had dripped down onto my chest. I wiped it off with the tissues.
My two helpers struck up a cheerful conversation. Was it my first time here? What did I think of the naturist scene? How many times had I climaxed?
Sipping my beer I looked around. Rita was still lying on the table being shafted by a handsome man with a receding hairline and a slight paunch. It took me a while to spot Tim. He was over by the drinks table, chatting with Renata and John. Maybe I should go over and join him, I thought to myself.
"Your partner?" asked the woman who had handed me the beer. Unlike many of the other women, she hadn't shaved her bush, probably to prove that she was a natural blonde. "He'll be all right where he is. Your legs must be shaking. Here, get down and join us over there." She pointed to another table, this one not covered with writhing bodies.
My legs were shaking so my two new friends steadied me until I could plop my bum onto the bench under the table. I don't remember much after that. No sooner had I downed one cup of beer than someone offered me another. When I said I preferred cider, a young woman with pendulous breasts ran back to the drinks table and brought back two cups of cider for me. "You must be thirsty after all that," she said with a big smile.
As I drank my fourth or fifth cup my head was definitely beginning to spin. "Whoa," I said.
"Are you all right? Do you want to lie down? Let me help you." It was the girl with the pendulous breasts, enticingly unusual on someone so young, and with such a slim figure.
"No, no, I'm fine. Too much sex and too much alcohol. But I do need to pee."
"Oh, then let me help you. I need to pee too."
She steadied me as I got up, stepped over the bench, and walked a few metres towards the trees. She kept hold of my hand as I squatted down then, after making sure that I was comfortable, she pissed standing up.
She had amazing control over the direction of her powerful stream. From the side it looked like a man pissing.
"I'm Maggie, by the way," she said as she playfully swung the stream from side to side. "And you're Kate. I chatted with your boyfriend while you were still busy on the table. Watching you was quite a turn-on."
I must have blushed.
"No, really," she said giving two or three thrusts of her hips to shake off any remaining drops of pee. "You were incredible."
Once again she took hold of my hand and helped me stand up. As we walked back to our table I couldn't help glancing sideways at her swinging breasts. She laughed.
"They're a real nuisance. My friend Barbara had a pair like mine and she had them surgically reduced."
"What a waste," I said, in my alcohol-induced daze unsure if I'd said the right thing.
"Yes, well, I consulted with my doctor and he advised me to wait. He said the size and shape of my breasts were bound to change as I grew older. I might regret having drastic surgery at my age. So I took his advice."
"I'm glad you did." We had returned to our table and taken our places among the three women and two men sitting there. Taking another sip from my cup, which someone had topped up while I was pissing, I turned my attention back to Maggie's tits.
"May I touch them?" I asked.
"Sure, go ahead while I feel yours."
The folks at our table saw nothing unusual in two women examining each other's breasts.
One of the men said, with a smile, "I guess you ladies like comparing your breasts as much as we guys like comparing our dicks."
"Oh, we like comparing our cunts, too," replied Maggie. Now that was something totally beyond my experience. But I guess if these very friendly folk liked walking around naked and revealing all, maybe it wasn't so strange. My tipsy imagination pictured two girls sitting opposite one another on a table, their legs spread wide open, staring at each other's cunts.
Maggie must have noticed the distracted look on my face. She laughed and said, "A lot of the women here, and quite a few of the men, are bisexual. We're used to going down on each other."
"Right," I said. I took another sip of cider — slow down, my inner self warned me — and looked around. "How long does this go on for?" I asked.
A girl across the table from us, who'd been listening to our conversation, said, "Oh, until sunset, usually. We don't go at it all the time. It comes and goes in waves. The guys need a break from time to time. A couple like you and your boyfriend start fucking and it turns other people on, until almost everyone is fucking or sucking or masturbating. Then things slow down, we all chill out, until someone else starts up again."
"Just a minute," I said. "Aren't we on the wrong beach for this kind of thing?"
"Oh, you mean the red flag?" laughed Maggie. "Actually we're all right. The path to this picnic area starts in the clothing optional zone but winds into the anything-goes area. Not that the flag means much. The police never come here, not unless they're naturists. Don't look surprised, we do have one or two regulars who are police officers. When you get to know everyone you'll find just about every profession is represented. Walt over there is a university professor, and Eva — over there — is a judge." She pointed to the middle-aged woman I'd seen sitting in a young man's lap.
"I guess you're here on holiday," said Maggie, changing the subject. "Not having seen you here before, I mean."
I nodded.
"Well, now that you've found our little circle, I do hope you and your boyfriend come again. You're always welcome."
We heard a woman scream.
"Oh, that's Liz," said Maggie. "No need to worry. She's does get carried away."
After that the conversation turned to other topics. I told Maggie where I lived, what I studied, and a few other personal things. She reciprocated.
My eyes kept returning to her tits. "Can I suck them?" I asked.
She laughed. "No need to ask, just go ahead." Which is what I did, at the same time slipping my hand between her legs and teasing her clit. She leant over and kissed me, slipping her hand between my legs. I must have come in seconds, my body quivering with several spasms in succession.
I apologised and asked if I could go down on her. "There you go again. No need to ask." She moved a few cups aside and hopped onto the table, pulling her lips aside to give me full access.
And then, my face buried in Maggie's crotch, things really began to go blurry. I don't remember much after that. What I do remember is puking into the undergrowth beneath the trees and some kind soul offering me a small bottle of warm mineral water to rinse out my mouth.
I also remember someone helping me to lie down on one of the benches. After that I lost consciousness. When I came to the sun was setting. There were fewer people around. Someone had fired up one of the grills with charcoal chips and Tim and I were invited to stay and eat. To be honest, I was still feeling queazy and the smell of sizzling meat wasn't very appetizing.
After bidding goodbye to our friends and promising to come back within a day or two, Tim and I walked, or rather stumbled, back to the youth hostel — after putting on our clothes, of course.
I took a long shower and then had a light snack in the cafeteria. Sitting on my bunk, getting ready to call it a day, I checked my phone. There were at least a dozen new contacts, and a few text messages, including one from Maggie. I texted her back, sighed, and climbed under my sheet and blanket. I went out like a light.
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