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Just Desserts

It was to be an exciting night. We planned a little dessert party when we had our son stay at his grandmother’s for the night. What we didn’t know was just how exciting it would really be. Our invites told everyone to dress as sexy as they could. Since most of our friends had children it was a reason to dress up a little. When the guests arrived there was plenty of cleavage and booty showing for both male and female eyes to take in.

My wife Christine had her 36 DD’s on display with a strapless bandanna top, mini skirt and high heels, giving her 5′ 2″ frame a little more height. I was dressed in a pair if tight jeans and short sleeve gauze style shirt opened down the front.

We prepared several dessert selections for all to enjoy and had an excellent choice of liquors and wines on display. This was also a night for us to break in our new pool and lanai area. Candles were floating in the pool and we encouraged our guests to bring their swim suits/or not, to swim and have a good time. As I made my way around saying “Hi,” to our guests I saw the guys were checking out Christine’s ample curves.

For this evenings event we invited our usual crowd of friends along with some new ones including our veterinarian/friend Jeff. Also here was my wife’s former boyfriend, Fred, who was in town on business. As the night progressed, people started to really enjoy themselves. Some of the ladies would brush up against me as I walked by or make sure I caught a glimpse of their tits. Every so often I noticed Christine talking to people and the guys would either be looking at her magnificent chest or rubbing up against her beautiful ass. Some of our friends made it into the pool after changing into some really hot swimsuit that left little or nothing to the imagination. It was turning into a great night for all to just blow off some steam and engage in some adult conversation and fun.

Christine was enjoying herself as well with all of the attention she was getting, especially from her ex, Fred. She has always had, “a thing”, for Fred, often fantasizing about fucking him again. Even though their relationship did not go well, they were able to remain friends and I didn’t mind since we are both comfortable in our relationship after 10 years of being together.

Fred and Christine were talking with Jeff in one of the low-lit areas of the lanai. We kept the lighting low with some good party/fuck me music on. As I walked by to tend to our other guests I noticed Fred as well as Jeff each had a hand on her ass, and she in turn had a huge smile on her face. I smiled at her as I walked by and continued to chat with our friends making sure everyone was enjoying the festivities.

Weekend At The Spa

We have been for seven years and had two children and we must admit that our sex life was somewhat dull. Approaching our wedding anniversary we had decided to have a weekend away without the kids. After a lot of discussion we agreed to try visiting a naturist spa which had a hotel as part of the complex.

We arrived at the spa on the Friday afternoon both feeling very nervous. We were shown around by a man wearing just a towel. The complex had a wet area containing a swimming pool two Jacuzzis a steam room and sauna there was a gym and a lounge/bar. It was still early afternoon so the place was fairly quiet; we only saw a few single guys and one couple. It felt really weird seeing people walking around naked and being totally unconcerned about who saw them. We were shown to our room which was spacious featuring a king size bed with a couple of white fluffy towels in the middle of it.

We were both excited and rushed to strip off. I already had a raging hard on. When Lyn (my wife) saw it she could stop herself she had to go down on it, although she had never let me cum in her mouth it wasn’t long before she had me cumming all over her large tits.

After my hard on had died down we wrapped ourselves in the towels and went down to the wet area slipped the towels off and jumped into the pool. We both agreed that it felt wonderful to be swimming around with no restriction of any swimming costumes the flow of water around my bollocks felt great.

We then moved into the larger of the Jacuzzi where the other couple were sitting accompanied by two of the single guys. The couple introduced themselves as John and Maria, they seemed a friendly couple. I noticed that one of guys (Gary) was very close to Maria and the other (Tim) was very close to Lyn. After a while I felt one of Lyn’s hands on my cock under the bubbles. My cock responded immediately by getting hard. I thought if it’s ok for her to play with me it is ok for me to play with her, so I reached down to where her pussy was ready to give her clit a good rub only to find there was already a hand there – Tim’s! Lyn just smiled at me and I knew she was happy with the arrangements.

Spiders Web

At long last the meeting was drawing to a close, we had been at it for almost three hours and if I heard one more word about web sites then I was going to scream. I only attended the meeting as my friend Michael had an idea for a web business venture and I had introduced him to a web designer. The only thing that eased the boredom as the both of them droned on was that she was extremely attractive so I had at least something to look at and fantasise about and boy did I do a lot of fantasising.

As we left the office I suggested we head for the closest bar, as I desperately needed a drink but for the first time that I can remember Michael declined and said that he would prefer a coffee and a sandwich.

We chatted for a while about his plans and I suggested we popped into my place and checked out some information on the web as I only lived twenty minutes away.

As we entered my house I could hear the faint melodic tones of Karen Carpenter coming from upstairs, I assumed my wife Sandy was either on the computer or doing some cleaning. I climbed the stairs each step increasing the sound of the music as I neared the top. Walking slowly towards the computer room I was stopped dead in my tracks, the bedroom door was slightly open and there was Sandy lying naked on the bed playing with herself. I was shocked, not because of what she was doing but because over the past year we had not had sex and I had accepted that she wasn’t interested any more and had gave up trying to screw her.

Sunrise Shoot Off

This is a story about my wife’s experiences at a Fraternity party during the 1980’s. I met and married Celia, my wife, while in college. I was a star football player who realized the NFL was not in my immediate future. I had reasonable good grades and after graduation went to work in the insurance field. Celia had worked throughout her college years in a bank and had accumulated valuable job experience, which allowed her to get job offers all over the USA. We settled in the Virginia Beach area and started our life together.

A little background on Celia; she was the youngest of three daughters in a Baptist family and always felt shy around her two older sisters, who while not beautiful were attractive and given to rebellion against their parents. They violated all the major strictures to include drinking and fucking. Several classmates of mine in college told me that Celia’s sisters were very good at what they did. Celia was 5’6, brown hair, green eyes, great legs (from years of dance classes) and small, but cute and sensitive tits. While she had fooled around with some other boyfriends during college, I was the one to take her cherry and get her to enjoy swallowing cum.

After living in Virginia Beach for about a year, Celia was offered a promotion, but had to work in Williamsburg, about 30 miles north of where we lived. It was mostly highway driving so she could make a good commute time. It was while she was working in Williamsburg that she came into contact with a wild-living blonde sex machine named Kathy, who banked at Celia’s branch. Celia solved an erroneous debit problem with Kathy’s account and a friendship blossomed. They would have lunch and chat about everything, including sex, especially Kathy’s very active sex life.

Celia had limited sexual experience, mostly with me and a few lucky guys who only got to second base with her in college. The more Kathy talked about the different guys she had fucked over the previous weekends, the more Celia started to wish she could have had some of those experiences when she was in college. Kathy, the vixen, spotted a potential fuck pal in Celia and tried to encourage her to stay over night in Williamsburg with Kathy on a weekend. Celia gave in and told me she would spend the weekend with Kathy and be back home by Sunday afternoon. I figured it would do her good to spend some time with a girl friend and told her to have a good time.

Midwest Trip

Not too long ago my wife had the idea of traveling to a resort town in the midwest. It is the type of town that offers antique shopping, hillbilly shows, country music and shops that sell small homemade crafts. Not exactly my type of long weekend trip. I had no interest in this trip whatsoever. However, she convinced me we could make it exciting for both of us. My wife and I are in our late twenties and work out regularly. Susan is 5’2″, weighs 105 lbs, 34D, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Needless to say she attracts attention wherever we go and no matter how she is dressed. When she wants to, she can dress to kill.

Susan and I have a very active sex life. We like to make love in very unusual places, where there is a chance we could get caught. It has always been a fantasy of ours to make love in a public place knowing someone is watching, but without it being obvious we know they are there. However, this was just a fantasy and we knew we could not actually go through with it. We have never involved anyone directly in our sex life except for the occasional flashing Susan loves to do.

Susan loves to show off her body. She wears the type of cloths that reveal all of her lovely curves and an occasional “see through” dress. I love for Susan to wear a short skirt or dress with no underwear and flash men whenever she is in the mood. She has flashed the young shoe salesmen, pizza delivery boys, waiters, truck drivers, bellmen and various other men as we were traveling. This is exactly what she meant by making the otherwise boring trip to the midwestern resort area interesting for both of us. It is also exactly how she talked me into making the trip.

We arrived at the hotel around 2:00 PM and Susan changed into a very sexy, short, transparent beige sundress with no underwear. Now I have an interest in walking up and down the street shopping for whatever she is interested in shopping for. We drank margaritas all day and hit almost every little shop in town. The men on the street and in the shops got an eye full all day long and I was loving it. She and I were both very excited and I was ready to go back to the hotel by nine o’clock. Susan still wanted to see what else the town had to offer and told me I would be even more ready later. I don’t think I could have been any more ready. As usual, I was wrong.

Along the strip we noticed an Old Time Photography Studio and decided to check it out. We poured another margarita and went inside. The photographer was a tall thin young man in his early thirties. He spoke to us as we walked in and took a double take at Susan. He told us he was almost finished with the family he was with and that it was almost closing time, but if we could find a costume right away he would take a few pictures.

New Years Party

We were invited to a colleague’s New Year’s party. My wife Julie hates parties and I mentioned it nervously, firmly expecting that she would refuse. I was surprised when she accepted with no fuss.

Our marriage had been going through a rough phase lately. I had once pressed her to make love to another man in my presence but she had indignantly refused.

“If I am going to fuck someone else it will be because I want to and in private not for your entertainment.” she had said. Wanting to save my marriage, I backed off and had said no more.

When the party invite arrived, I knew it was not going to be a swinging affair. I could but hope it might be exciting.

She must have sensed my hopeful eagerness and expected the worst. I didn’t imagine that is why she agreed to come and assumed she just wanted to please me to help save the marriage but, in the light of events, I am not as sure now.

At the weekend, she spent the afternoon getting ready and surprised me by getting out a very sexy dress with a low, revealing neckline resulting in a stunning display of cleavage.

The dress clung to her body, showing the outline of her suspender belt and panties. In spite of her 38 years, she still had a super slim, firm body and, with her long, blonde hair, she was stunning. I told her so, but she just snorted and said, “Don’t leave me alone at the party.”

When we got to the party it was up and running with lots of people there. I went to get us a drink from the bar in the kitchen. Whilst there I met a friend from out of town and chatted. I suddenly realised I had been a long time and hurried back with the drinks.

I was relieved to find that my wife had immersed herself in a small group and was chatting animatedly. However, when I offered the drink, it was clear that I was in trouble as she snarled at me to “piss off.”

I went and hit several quick drinks but consoled myself that she now seemed to be enjoying being the centre of attention in her group. A bunch of men looking as if they thought they were on to a good thing surrounded her.

I sat half drunk on the edge of the dance floor and slowly realised that my wife seemed to be the star of the show, at least for her group of admirers. She was dancing every dance with a whole string of men and, as the dance floor darkened and the music got slower and smoochy, she was nestling close in the arms of her partners.

She was obviously being chatted up and kissed passionately whilst her partners slowly rubbed themselves against her and attempted to grope her.

The lights became dimmer and dimmer and it became difficult to keep track of what she was up to, although I could see she had progressed to locking both hands around the neck of most of her partners whilst locking her lips to theirs.

This was clearly giving them free rein to explore her body as they wished.

In the far corner of the room was a long draped curtain and soon, all her partners steered her to that spot so their behaviour was obscured by the curtain and nobody could see what was going on.

However, when she came off the dance floor, she looked more flushed and excited every time I saw her. Although I had expected her to keep those randy studs at bay, I began to be obsessed with what they were being allowed to do to her.

Julie had been really annoyed when I was gone so long. She hated having to meet new people, being basically shy, but was one of those people who were very good at hiding it. When she got going she was very sociable. So she was pleased when a lot of men came up to talk to her. She recognised that they were the most notorious womanisers, but, they were entertaining, and it was fun to relive her single days.

She had always liked the attention from the wolves and enjoyed being in control and holding them at bay. She enjoyed the chat and flirting and, when the dancing started, she accepted all of the invitations to dance that flooded in.

All the men held her as close as possible and rubbed themselves against her in the slow numbers. They tried to kiss her and feel her tits, buttocks and belly, whilst whispering in her ear how beautiful she was and telling her what they would like to do to her.

All this attention was exciting and she was thrilled that men still wanted her. She basked in the flattery and attention. It was like being a young girl again with the difference that times had changed and she was now an experienced wife. In her youth, with no pill and a strict moral upbringing, she had become expert at deflecting the seducers.

She had missed out on the sixties’ sexual revolution whilst bringing up young children. She was tempted to take this opportunity to catch up but it was difficult to ignore the way she was brought up. So, at first, she kept her partners from groping her and turned away from their kisses.

However, as the evening wore on she became more aroused by the attentions. She began to think that I had set this evening up to realise my fantasy and was still furious at being deserted, so she stopped her partner’s advances less often.

The organisers had dimmed the lights on the dance floor and played only slow numbers, and, everywhere, couples were dancing close with their lips locked together.

She began to allow her partners to lick her neck, to nibble her ears, and then to lock their lips to hers. She allowed herself to respond and parted her lips to let their tongues explore her lips, teeth, and tongue.

Her excitement mounted and she let them slide their hands down her body to caress her breasts and buttocks. She insisted that they kept their hands to the outside of her clothes – an old-fashioned, teen-age restriction from her youth.

After each dance, she sat out for a while, joking and flirting with the group and enjoying the glow as the wine and the attention relaxed her.

The next time she danced she immediately responded to the searching lips and allowed the wandering hands, allowing them to thrill her body. This time she welcomed the hand that slid into the top of her dress and caressed her breasts through her bra. With favoured partners, she allowed their hands to ease her bra aside and caress her nipples. It was electric and soon both her breasts were bare and the nipples hard.

Her favoured partners immediately headed for the curtain, where they could quickly get their hands down the front of her dress, her bra to one side, and her tits exposed. There was little attempt to dance, just a deep snog and groping of her tits. They cupped them in their hands, caressing her nipples sending shivers of arousal through her.

She stopped the many attempts to get their hands up her skirt and at the end of the dance she straightened her cloths and returned to the group and her glass.

After this had been the routine for an hour or so, her eager last partner asked to her to dance simultaneously with another man.

“That’s tricky,” she laughed. “I can’t dance with both of you.”

“Why not?” one countered, and they each seized a hand and led her to the floor.

She slipped into the embrace of one of them and the other moved in behind her, sliding his hands around her torso. She was steered into the far, dark corner against the curtain and her conventional partner kissed her passionately, so she responded and clasped her hands around his neck.

The man behind soon had a hand into the plunging neck of her dress.

Her bra was soon undone and each of his hands were soon gripping a breast, stroking her nipples until they were hard and firm, whilst he rubbed his body against her buttocks.

The thrill of the kiss, the caresses of her breast, and the pressing of the obviously stiffening male member onto her buns added to her rising excitement and she allowed the man behind to reach down and caress her belly through her dress with his spare hand.

She stopped them from trying to raise her dress to get onto her bare flesh, but, suddenly, a hand was sliding across her bare stomach. The man behind had found the side zip of her dress, furtively slid it open, and, entering, caressed her belly. She instinctively stiffened… this was too far to fast.

She tried to get her hands down to stop him but could not do so because of her partner’s grip around her middle.

She was forced to abandon this fruitless, but enjoyable, effort to prevent the man exploring her body so intimately. She continued to respond to her first partner’s exploring tongue by nestling in his arms and enjoying the excitement that engulfed her body.

The exploring hand gently caressed her belly with ever widening circles, the tips of his fingers getting lower and lower. She tried to protest when the finger tips slipped under the waistband of her panties and was soon exploring her mound with its soft downy bush.

The finger-tips of the hand were soon at the top of her crack, the middle finger smoothly slipping between her pussy lips, easing them apart to expose the entrance to her cunt. She squeezed her legs together in a belated attempt to control the situation, but her front partner kept his knee between hers, holding her thighs apart, and providing the fingers of the man behind with free access.

Then the finger-tips were stroking her hardening button and she, at first, attempted to complain. This effort was soon lost as her desire exploded beyond her control.

She clung to her partner and opened her mouth wide to welcome his exploring tongue.

She murmured in ecstasy, and pressed her body to him. He had realised what his friend was up to and, having helped with his knee, seized the opportunity to participate.

He released his hand from her breast and thrust it down between them. He swayed away from her to give himself room, and pulled the front of her dress up until he could reach the top of her thighs.

He stroked her inner thigh; his movements steadily getting higher and higher until his hand was on the soft delicate skin above her stockings.

His hand stayed there for a while, savouring the pleasure of the moment, but soon moved up to caress her mound through her panties.

Then his hand was up under the leg of her pants and two fingers found the mouth of her cunt and were quickly deep up inside her, searching expertly for her sensitive spot.

She let out a low, audible moan when he found it and, as his finger tips massaged g-spot, at the same time the other man was working expertly on her clit. Her cunt responded inevitably to these attentions and convulsed to grip his fingers tightly as his finger- fucking intensified.

“Oh God, that’s so lovely,” she groaned into his ear and then had to bury her mouth into his shoulder to stifle her moans and her deepening pant as the orgasm started to grip her.

She clung desperately to him, thrusting her tongue down his throat. In her passion, she slipped her hand from his neck and down to his crotch. She could feel his prick was erect and she quickly slid his zip down until his hard prick sprung out into her hand. She stroked the glans expertly and gently caressed the tip before sliding her fingers down the shaft and expertly wanking it.

This movement became a frantic rhythm as those familiar intense spasms of pleasure gripped her body.

The man sped his finger-fuck in response to the spasms squeezing his fingers and her pants and moans.

She had stopped kissing. She jammed her mouth onto his shoulder to stifle the noise she was making and hung on to him until the pleasure spasm had subsided. She wanked him wildly, and was thrilled as she felt his prick jerk and spurt furiously over her hand, the sticky goo dripping down her hand and over the front of her dress.

In the glow of her first orgasm she relaxed, but the man behind continued to stroke her clit with a persistent rhythm. The fingers deep in her plundered her incessantly and the preliminary pleasures of a second, stronger orgasm speared through her body.

Then it hit her with shattering intensity. She released the first, wilting prick and reached behind her for the other prick which was now exposed and waiting. In response to her attention it soon spurted more cum into her hand and sprayed it over the back of her dress.

She relaxed into the arms of the two men, glowing with the pleasure that swept over her after her desire was fulfilled, but, gradually, was overcome by guilt at her unexpected behaviour and growing alarm at the mess she was and her fear of discovery when the dance ended.

The exhausted satisfaction of the men was passing also but replaced, not by guilt, but rekindling desire.

One of them returned to fondling her breasts and taking his cue, the other soon had his hand on her crotch and slid his fingers up her knicker leg again and deep into her.

She pushed their hands away and whispered, “I must get cleaned up,” and broke away from their clutches.

She quickly walked off the floor and rushed up the stairs to the toilet, saying a silent prayer for the low lighting. She was relieved when she slipped safely inside and locked the door.

Coed Shower

It took me months to talk her into it, going to a nude beach. I remember the first time I mentioned it to my wife Susan, she just looked at me like I was crazy and said “you’ve got to be out of your mind.” We have been married 18 years and have never really done anything too adventurous sexually. Don’t get me wrong, our sex life was great, after 18 years I’m still as turned on by her as I was when we were dating. Susan is 5’6,” 115 pounds and has shoulder length blonde hair. She also has the most beautiful green eyes you ever saw. Her skin is that of a 20 year old, still so soft and smooth. Time has been extremely kind to her.

It was after months of reading erotic stories on the internet that I started thinking I’d like to visit a nude beach. Voyeur and Exhibitionism were my favorite erotic story subjects so the idea of visiting a nude beach would let me experience a little of what I’d been reading. I wanted Susan to go because one of the fantasies I have is to have some guy see her naked. That’s all I wanted, I could never think about some other guy doing anything to her. I just thought it would be a huge turn on to have some stranger see her naked, and to see some good looking naked female strangers too! Like I said, we never did anything too sexually adventurous and Susan was quite shy. When we went to a pool or regular beach she never wore a swimsuit that was too revealing. She always got uncomfortable when she thought some guy was checking her out at the beach even without a revealing swimsuit.

So I kept bringing up the subject a couple times a week for a few months, she always thought it was a stupid idea and kept asking me why it was on my mind all of a sudden. She does not know about all of the erotic story reading I’ve been doing. Finally one day she agreed but only if I didn’t pressure her to get naked if she felt uncomfortable and only if I promised that we would find a secluded part of the beach. I agreed thinking this was the most cooperation I was going to get. I already knew of a place to go about 150 miles from where we lived. I had done my internet research! The following Saturday was the day.

We got to the beach around noon. It was fairly crowded. As we walked along on the beach looking for the right spot we saw some people who had swimsuits on, some women were topless and fewer were completely nude. It was enough to make Susan turn bright red with embarrassment though! Especially when we walk past a naked guy, she just glanced at him and quickly looked away. We kept walking until the crowd thinned out. As I promised her we found a secluded area far from the crowd and stretched out a blanket. She had on a 2-piece swimsuit that wasn’t too revealing but for her it was more than you’d expect. We had a nice afternoon, I got naked for awhile and she would only take her top off after looking both ways down the beach to make sure nobody was walking towards us. We splashed around in the water a bit and got some much needed sun.

When it was time to go I felt a little disappointed that she didn’t go full nude and nobody came anywhere near us anyway, but I had a nice day with my wife and maybe next time she’d let us spend some time around other people. As we were walking back toward the crowd Susan was looking for the showers we saw earlier in the day. She wanted to wash the salt water out of her hair, she always said it always made her hair feel funny the next day. We found the shower and as she was walking up to the entrance she realized there was no “men” or “women” sign. Then we both realized this was a nude beach so there was really no point of having separate showers.

She turned a little red and told me to look inside to see if anyone was in there. I stepped inside and saw a large open room with showers heads on the back wall and a couple benches along one side wall with sinks along the other side wall. That was it, no dividers or anything, just a wide open room. There was nobody there and the floor was dry so I thought it didn’t get used much. I told Susan it was safe to come in and she joined me. I told here we were still away from the big crowd on the beach and I had a feeling this particular shower didn’t get used much. I told her to go ahead and wash up. She asked “what if someone walks in?” I told her I would stand outside the door and if a guy happened to come along I’d just ask him if he could wait a few minutes until my shy wife came out. I was surprised she agreed to this so I stepped to just outside the entrance while she took her swimsuit off by one of the benches.

From just outside the entrance I could still see her easily as this building was not designed for privacy. She had just turned the water on when I heard a couple female voices around the side of the building and I stepped around the corner just to see a couple women walking towards the parking lot. As I turned back around to go back to the entrance I saw a younger looking guy, maybe in his 20’s walking in the shower room. It was too late to stop him.

“OH SHIT” I though, “She gonna kill me” I quickly looked inside the entrance and saw that he had set his things down on a bench and was talking off his swimsuit. She had her back to the entrance and to him and had no idea he was there. He obviously saw her there naked with her back to him but I guess he didn’t give it a second though as this was a nude beach. I just stood there at the entrance not knowing what to do. When he turned on one of the showers next to her she must have thought it was me. She slowly looked back over her shoulder and when she saw this naked stranger standing there she looked like she was going to scream but no sound came out. Her eyes got that huge “OH SHIT” look, and she immediately got beet red in the face.

Seeing the look on her face the guy now realized she didn’t expect company. He said “I’m sorry, this is a coed shower so I thought it would be ok if I came in.” She just looked at him over her shoulder still facing away from him. She tried to say something but all that came out was “I…I….I…OH SHIT!!” as she looked down and saw his dick sticking straight up at her. He wasn’t hard when he went in the shower but realizing she was in shock over being naked next to a naked stranger got his dick to attention instantly. She kept looking at his face then down at his dick. Her face was so red I thought she’d pass out. Seeing her extreme embarrassment just got his dick all the harder. Then he said, “This isn’t fair you know, you’re getting a good look at me but I can’t see much of you, why don’t you turn around?” “OH NO, I c-c-c-can’t” she said. “Yes you can” he said, “I just want to get a good look at your pussy, it’s only fair since your staring at my dick.” “DON’T SAY THAT!!” she said. “Oh come on” he said and he put his hand on her shoulder and gently started turning her around. At this point I thought I was going to have a heart attack my heart was pounding so hard. I also felt like my face was beet red.

As he turned her toward him she had one hand covering her pussy and the other arm covering her tits, still looking like she might pass out any second. She was staring down at his dick again when he said “don’t worry it won’t bite!” and then he grabbed the arm covering her tits and brought her hand down to his dick until her fingers were touching his shaft. Her eyes were HUGE as she looked at him and moved her fingers every so slightly over him. She had forgotten that her beautiful breasts were now uncovered until he reached out and touched her nipple. She immediately pulled her arm back re-covering her chest. This had gone way too far now, I wanted to get turned on by another guy seeing her naked but definitely no touching and he had just touched her tit and put her hand on his dick. I should have run in and got her out of there but I just froze, I was actually short of breath seeing this.

He then took hold of her arm again, gently pulling it away from her chest this time wrapping her hand around his dick. He closed his eyes for a second and said “OH, YOUR HAND IS SO SOFT!” as he was holding onto her wrist making her hand go up and down on him. She just stared at what her hand was doing as if in total disbelief this was happening. The guy had a huge cock too, he looked like he was going to explode from the feel of her hand. He let go of her wrist and she kept stroking him on her own but very slowly, her hand was trembling as she did so. He reached out and took hold over her other arm that was covering her pussy and tried pulling it away from her.

She held it in place and stopped stroking him. In a very kind voice he just said, “Please, I just want to see your pussy.” As they looked in each other’s eyes he managed to gently pull her arm away from her body exposing her very well trimmed light brown bush. She was still holding his dick but not moving her hand. He slid his hand up her leg and tried nudging her inner thighs to get her to move her legs apart. She just said, “No, no, you can’t do that” in a very quite voice. He said, “please, I just want to touch… please??.” She did move her legs apart a little giving him a much better view of her pussy and allowing him to slide his hand up her inner thigh until his fingers were very softly touching her pussy. Her whole body was trembling now, she turned another shade of red and I felt like I was paralyzed! He started to give her pussy a good feel, sliding his finger along her slit and stopping to rub her clit. Her eyes closed as she said “No, please, please don’t do that. You can’t touch,… no please don’t”

Then her eyes flew open as he pushed a finger into her. For the first time she looked at me and our eyes met. She looked at me as if to say “please help, make him stop.” She continued staring into my eyes as he finger fucked her and made her feel his balls with her other hand. Then a look of pure panic on her face as she said “OH NO….PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME……NO STOP, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME……I’M GOING TO……OOOHHHHHHHH……PLEASE….JUST STOP!!….PLEASE NOOOOO.” He didn’t stop and as her eyes went shut I knew she was starting to have a orgasm. As she came hard on his hand her knees got weak and she almost fell down until her grabbed her to keep her from hitting the floor. He carried her over to one of the benches and laid her on it with one leg over each side of the bench, her pussy wide open. He then began to finger her again. He enjoyed her pussy with his hand for at least 5 minutes, causing her to have another orgasm.

As she was on the verge of her third orgasm he removed his hand and slid himself up on the bench between her legs and put the tip of his dick up to her pussy. As soon as she felt this she looked down and saw the head of his dick touching her pussy. She yelled out “NOOOOOOOO, NO PLEASE YOU CAN’T” then she yelled out my name, “BILL, MAKE HIM STOP…..STOP HIM BILL PLEASE!!!”

I just looked in her eyes unable to move. For the first time the stranger looked back and saw me. When he saw I wasn’t moving he turned back around, grabbled onto her shoulders and started pushing into her. He slid in and out a few times then stopped while buried deep into her. He looked down between her legs and said, “your pussy feels soooo goood.”

Then he really started fucking her. He fucked her well over 10 minutes, feeling her tits as he did do. I saw her cum again then he slammed into her hard and I could tell he was cumming hard into her. When he was done he just laid there on top of her for a few minutes with his dick still in her. Then he got up an went over to the shower to clean himself up. She also got up and walked over to a shower a got cleaned up. She didn’t care that she was naked next to the stranger anymore. After he turned off his shower he turned around and looked at her. He was hard again!

She saw this and didn’t know what to do. He grabbed her and pushed her over to one of the sinks, he suddenly was more forceful than before. He put her hands on the sink and told her to bend over in a voice than made it clear he wasn’t asking, he was telling. Then he got behind her and started fucking her again from behind. This time it went on for at least 15 minutes before he slammed into her one last time and emptied himself into her. He then went back to the shower, cleaned up and left. He just looked at me when he passed by me, he didn’t say a word, nor did I. She staggered back over to the shower and got cleaned up again. I was finally able to move and went inside to her. She just looked at me and then said “why didn’t you stop him?”

All I could say was “I don’t know I just couldn’t move.” She noticed the huge bulge in my swimsuit, pulled it down off me and walked over to the sink. She bent over and told me to fuck her, which I did. Then she showered again and walkout out completely nude heading down the beach towards the parking lot. The parking lot itself was not a nude area like the beach but she kept on walking along naked down the rows of cars. We walked by a group of guys sitting on the tailgate of their pickup drinking beer and listening to their music. They were shocked to see her walking past them like that and started saying some very crude comments to her.

One guy jumped off the tailgate and jumped out in front of her blocking her way. She stopped and just stood there. He reached out and felt up her tits then reached down and felt her pussy, stepped back, smiled and said, “thanks for the feel!” and jumped back up on the truck. She just stood their looking at his 3 friends and one by one they each walked up to her and touched her tits and pussy, the last one fingered her until she came again. Then we finally made it to our car. The trip home was very quite, we didn’t say much to each other. At home that night as she was falling asleep she rolled over and asked if we could go back to that beach next weekend.