A Memorable Visit to the Beach
The ferry headed toward the pier on the other side while I glanced around at my pals, giggling and chatting excitedly. There was nothing more enjoyable than a day at the beach, particularly with these terrific ladies. It had been quite some time since we'd all gathered together, not since Hayley's 21st birthday. And now, we were prepared for a complete day of getting drunk in the sun.
"Come on, girls, let's get moving," chirped Shaz, the life of the party as usual. She had squeezed her considerable bottom into a dress that was far too small, leaving her ample backside hanging out. Clutching an inflatable flamingo and a Tesco carrier bag full of alcohol, she added, "We're almost at Stud-Land, can't wait to meet all the gorgeous studs."
"Shaz, I've informed you before," I sighed, rolling my eyes. "It's called Studland 'cause it's a stud of land, not filled with handsome men."
"Ah, shut up, Marley," she chuckled, dismissing my comment.
We stepped off the metal ramp onto the pier, the alcohol from the train ride already making my head spin. The beach stretched out alongside the ferry. A few of the girls kicked off their sandals and rushed onto the sand with elation.
"Should we set up camp here?" Hayley suggested.
"Nah," Kirsty interjected, "Let's go around the headlands over there." Kirsty had planned this beach trip and I had a hunch there was more to her plan than she'd revealed.
So, we trekked along the sand, dragging all our gear behind us. Shaz was falling behind, struggling to keep up. "Can we simply stop?" she complained. "I'm desperate for a drink. And a pee."
"Not much further," Kirsty promised, marching on.
At last, we arrived at a spot that satisfied Kirsty. We placed our stuff on the sand and arranged our towels. Stripping off our outer layers, revealing our swimsuits, we started applying sunscreen. Finally, some sun after weeks of rain, especially on a holiday.
"Holy cow, I've got to pee," Shaz announced suddenly. I scoured the beach, but there were no facilities in sight. It was a relatively secluded area, simply a broad stretch of sand with dunes in the distance.
"You should have returned on the ferry," I reminded her.
"Alright, wise guy," she joked back with a laugh. She walked a few steps toward the sand dunes, squatted down, and exposed her bikini bottom, urinating right there in full view of everyone. I saw her bush, thick and unkempt, with a flow of urine emerging before I glanced away quickly.
"Shaz!" I scolded her.
"What?" she demanded innocently.
We reclined on the sand and pulled out our bottles of white wine. "Who has the glasses?" Hayley inquired.
"Oh, balls, they're still on my kitchen table," Shaz admitted.
"For fuck's sake, Shaz," Paige grumbled.
"All right, we'll just drink straight from the bottle," Shaz proclaimed, taking a large gulp from one of the bottles and giving it to me.
"Holy shit," Paige exclaimed suddenly.
"What?" Shaz asked, turning toward her.
Paige pointed down the beach, and there, walking along the shoreline, was a chubby, older man, completely naked except for his small, shriveled penis. His substantial belly obscured his member.
We halted, stupefied, watching him until he was out of our sight. "What the hell?" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"Well, it is a nudist beach," Kirsty admitted, her cheeks turning a deep red.
"A what?" Paige shrieked, turning around.
"I believed it'd be hilarious to visit a nudist beach," Kirsty divulged, smiling nervously.
"Without informing us?" Paige's annoyance shone through.
"Oh come on, it's brilliant!" Shaz chimed in, already getting into the spirit of things. She effortlessly removed her bikini top, flaunting her large, sagging breasts. Shaz never needed much persuasion to bare them at any opportunity. She also seemed unashamed of her large belly, full figure, and stretch marks. To be honest, I was fairly impressed.
As more people arrived on the beach, they set up their belongings around us. An elderly couple joined our group, seemingly uncaring about their nakedness. They appeared to be in their eighties. As the older woman bent over, we caught a glimpse of her pubic area, which was riddled with gray hairs.
"Ugh, for fuck's sake," Paige complained.
"Haven't you seen your crotch when that random guy fingered you on the bus last Saturday?" Shaz asked, laughing heartily. "I could've sworn there were some gray hairs down there too."
"Get lost, Shaz. And he's probably going to be my boyfriend when he actually answers my messages," Paige retorted defensively. Shaz hauled eyes at me.
Despite this, there was a silver lining. To the left of us, a couple spread out their towels, and they were a bit younger than the previous couple. The man was an attractive black guy, and his impressive lengthy soft cock was on full display when he took his shorts off. His girlfriend was equally as attractive - slim, with perky breasts and a completely shaved pubic area. She captivated me even more than him.
Hayley noticed me staring and nudged me. "Christ, wouldn't mind that big cock inside me," she whispered.
I glanced down at my slender figure. Although I didn't have much of a womanly figure - thin with hardly any hips - I couldn't help but envy the other girls with their large breasts.
"Let's join in the fun," Shaz encouraged, urging the others to shed their tops. Only she and Kirsty had the guts to remove their bottoms.
Though reluctant, I decided to follow suit. I removed my bikini top, exposing my small, firm nipples to the sun. In front of me, I slipped off my bottoms. Thankfully, I had trimmed my bush recently, or it would've been too embarrassingly bushy to show off. Shaz, on the other hand, seemed completely unbothered.
"Hurray! That's the spirit, girls!" Kirsty cheered, giving me and Shaz high fives.
We settled into our spots on our towels, basking in the sun and enjoying the sound of the crashing waves. Soon, we were all slightly drunk on white wine. Yet, my attention kept shifting to the couple to our left. With each wave, I couldn't help but keep peeking at their nude figures, hidden behind sunglasses.
A naked woman approached them and joined their conversation. She had a perfect tan, with not a single white line. The trio chatted merrily, and my imagination filled with the idea they were engaged in an orgy. The thought sent heat down below. I could feel my pussy getting aroused, wetting my bikini bottoms.
After some time, the group departed, walking into the dunes. My heart sped up as I noticed them leaving. Were they going to engage in the threesome I fantasized about? I couldn't tell if my friends noticed them leave.
My curiosity compelled me. "I'm going to the bathroom," I said to my friends.
I sneaked into the sand dunes, going far enough to be hidden from them. I had to give myself a break, but secretly, I knew the real reason was to go see what the couple was up to. I promised I'd just go a little further and turn back if I didn't spot anything.
As I entered the sand dunes, I heard moaning and skin slapping against skin. My heart raced as I saw the trio. They had laid out a towel in a low place between the dunes. The black guy knelt behind the woman who was on her knees. His massive, stiff cock pushed into her with every thrust of his hips, causing the woman to cry out. Meanwhile, his girlfriend, her legs wide open, was licked in front of her by the other woman.
My jaw dropped; it seemed like my fantasy had come to life. I moved to a clump of grass atop a dune, my eyes focused on the scene. My hand slid between my legs, instinctively finding my throbbing clit. My pussy pulsed with desire, and I was just a step away from climax.
I glanced around as I watched the female orgasm, her cries echoing through the dunes. I couldn't help but look behind me to make sure no one was coming our way. The man pulled out of her, his black cock glistening with her white juices. The other woman quickly moved in to lick it clean. I was on the brink, fighting between the urge to reach my climax and the desire to see what would happen next.
The vibrant woman lay on the beach towel, while the man inserted himself between her legs, entering her wanting pussy. From where I was sitting, I could see her stretch tightly around his thick cock as he penetrated her. The second woman straddled the first, lost in her own pleasure.
I uncontrollably let out a huge orgasm, trembling as it overtook my body. I ended up lying in the sand with my hand still caressing my dripping pussy. I attempted to recover, but my heart was still pounding, my body wet with excitement.
I next observed the couple standing, and the man stroking himself. The females knelt before him, their tongues obviously probing him.
Stealthily pulling myself away in fear they'd find me, I sprinted back to where my friends laid. Fortunately, they were all thoroughly absorbed in their conversations, oblivious to my near-orgasmic collapse.
"I'm famished!" Hayley suddenly exclaimed, ruining my little undressing moment.
The group instantly turned their heads to the spot where we'd left the cooler. I remembered hastily putting it on the train, thinking we wouldn't need it anymore.
A panicked silence fell over the group as someone whispered that our bags were left on the train. We all cursed in unison.
With energy returning, I noticed a shapely couple walking towards us, indulging in ice creams. I hoped to calm myself by strolling down the beach.
Shaz and I sauntered behind them, taking a moment to enjoy the many people unfamiliar with clothing. Despite my initial objective, seeing other nude people seemed to be exciting. In front of us, a couple briskly stroked each other, their attention toward a hidden magazine that was strategically occluding his thick member.
Further up the sand, we noticed the source of the ice cream. It was a small cabin caught between the dunes occupied by the couple, eating ice cream. We went to ask if there was any food.
Running into two attractive men with tattoos, we exchanged introductions. They weren't shy, displaying their erections. Shaz made things uncomfortable with her question about their habits with women. I urged her to hush, but she escalated shouting for them to look at their cocks.
As they faced us, I was shocked to see they were even larger, yet still soft. I felt dizzy again. Shaz loudly introduced us to James and Ben, and they, in return, inquired about where we were from. I tried my best to avoid staring.
We conversed, discovering we visited Studland beach unknowingly. They laughed at our naive misunderstanding, contrasting their experience as locals, with their frequent visits to the sparkling bay.
With Shaz's fondness for mischief, she unsettled our conversation by asking what their sexual habits were. Startled by her bluntness, they gave us a brief overview of their nude experiences and challenge on Studland beach.
"I'm not sure that kind of thing is typical within the naturalist community," Ben replied with a grin.
"But it's not entirely uncommon either," James contributed.
"Oh my goodness," Shaz gasped, her cheeks tinting a deep red. "Just how many girls have you slept with here? Do you just take them out into the dunes and have sex with them?" Her voice sounded like she was getting extremely turned on.
"Shaz!" I exclaimed, feeling my own face heating up.
James and Ben shared a quick glance. "Well, if you're up for a walk..." James began.
"Yes!" Shaz interrupted, not waiting for him to finish his remark.
"I'm not quite sure," I said, my heart thumping in my chest. Unlike most women, I wasn't particularly promiscuous. Sure, I had engaged in sexual encounters on the first date, but I typically made the man buy me a few drinks beforehand. However, the booze, the lack of any clothing, and the alluring atmosphere of everyone being without their clothes left me feeling confused.
As a result, we went for a walk. I couldn't help but consider their ripped, toned bodies, which were clearly out of my league based on normal circumstances. We abandoned the ice cream queue and proceeded towards the dunes. They led the way, navigating the dunes with apparent ease. Shaz and I followed, fixated on their peachy behinds the whole time.
We soon arrived at a less crowded space with a few picnic tables. There was nobody else around. Before I knew it, I found myself entangled in James's arms, his tongue exploring my mouth. I relaxed in his strong arms, my fingers trailing across his muscular chest. With such fit and muscular physiques, I couldn't help but feel completely at his mercy. He pressed his body against me, and I felt his erect penis rubbing against my leg.
In the meantime, Ben had moved Shaz onto the edge of the picnic table and was licking her bushy vagina with vigor. Her moans of lust reverberated through the air, her excitement and arousal obvious in the way her body shuddered under his touch.
James's hands caressed my body, sending waves of pleasure tingling through me. With great finesse, he cupped my small, childlike breasts, his thumbs brushing lightly over my erect nipples. A small whimper escaped my lips as he applied just the right amount of pressure, pushing tingles of pleasure throughout my body.
My hand, carrying out its own form of volition, moved down his legs and enveloped his substantial penis. It felt swollen and hot against my palm. My own hand was now between his legs, tracing small circles around his hard clit.
I glanced over at the others and noticed that Ben had placed Shaz in the sitting position on the table's edge. His massive erection slid into her hairy vagina, her legs spread wide in anticipation. She threw her head back, releasing a string of lusty cries as he penetrated her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she climaxed almost instantly.
I was on the verge of reaching an orgasm myself, but James suddenly stopped pressing my clit. He rotated my body forcefully towards the table and roughly pushed me down, my small breasts smashing against the rough wooden surface. Suddenly his hard cock thrust inside me, stretching me further than I had previously experienced. After cautiously insisting on condoms, I found myself without one now.
"Holy cow," he swore, shaking his head in disbelief. His large cock had filled me completely, causing my eyes to widen in awe.
He pounded away at me, plunging his manhood into me with persistence. He spread my thighs as he plunged deeper into me, his hands gripping me tightly against the table. I had come so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment from the pleasure, but he didn't cease. Instead, he hammered away at me even more forcefully, leading me to a secondary orasm surrounding the act of submission.
Upon eventually withdrawing, Ben took his chance, sliding his hard erection inside me once more. I glanced to the side to see that James was now fucking Shaz from behind.
Ben was milder than James, moving within me with more care and caution than his counterpart. I was disarmed by the intensity of our situation, having a fresh climax as waves of pleasure washed over me.
As my vision slowly cleared, I noticed a pair of men standing a considerable distance away at the summit of a sand dune. They were both jerking themselves off while observing us. Such a sight only heightened my arousal, resulting in another magnificent orgasm. The pleasure of the moment had completely overwhelmed me.
James and Ben exchanged places a few times, causing the intensity of pleasure to skyrocket with each swap. It's uncertain how long it lasted, but I can confirm that I lost count of the number of orgasms experienced.
When Ben impaled me, his thrusts became irregular and I heard a lengthy groan coming from him. This was followed by a torrent of hot semen filling my pussy. Before this encounter, I had never welcomed a stranger's seed inside me. Yet, it felt incredible, feeding my sense of filthiness and promiscuity. As he removed his tool, I observed the clean-up process.
James and Shaz continued without interruption. The latter was mounted on the latter, riding him with an intense ferocity. Shaz's breasts bounced with every movement. Her moans reverberated irreverently. James had a front-row seat to this strikingly realistic porn scene. The extensive audience had now increased to approximately fifteen onlookers.
Suddenly, James felt the urge to accelerate his release. The image of his face buried between Shaz's boobs as his fingers dug into her ass seared in my mind. As Shaz stood up, James' limp penis drooped out, releasing a massive stream of cum on the sand.
As the exhibition concluded, the audience started to disperse.
"Wow," I uttered, a pang of humiliation overwhelming me, "This is certainly the wildest experience of my life."
"Most definitely in the top ten," was Shaz's reply, her words stirring curiosity about her previous adventures, "Probably, not precisely, the top twenty."
"Would you like to exchange numbers?" suggested James. "It could be fun to do it again, in a more comfortable setting."
"Absolutely," Shaz responded, rummaging through her purse to hunt for her phone. While observing, I noticed the use of man-bags by both men to store their belongings. We exchanged contacts, and at that moment, the desire for another encounter intensified.
With that, we bade them farewell and rejoined our friends.
"Hey ladies," I whispered, conscious of the semen associated with my ordeal, "I hope you didn't notice."
"Don't worry," Shaz said, "I won't breathe a word."
As we approached our group, those in attendance stared at us in anticipation.
"Food?" Paige exclaimed, "We're starving here. What took so long?"
Shaz had no answer as they'd been distracted by some kite surfing instructors.
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