Beach Buddies

"I really must learn to keep my mouth shut.", I mumbled as I stepped along a sandy track that weaved between the grassy dunes. I paused at a junction. Other people passed by as a looked nervously at a signpost nailed to a wooden stake. The sign read "Public beach, 200 metres.", with an arrow pointing left. Beneath that another sign read "Naturist Beach, 250 metres.", with an arrow pointing right.

"Hurry up!", called a voice. I looked to my right. Amongst the milling lines of sunlovers wading through the soft sand, Rachael waved eagerly before continuing along the track. "No backing out now", I thought. I turned right and stepped forwards.

Local news reports about a recently opened nudist beach, a bottle (or two) of wine, and a conversation discussing 10 things everyone should do before they reach 40 resulted in me and my friend Rachael now taking part in a dare to investigate said beach first hand. I had never been naked in public before. I'd been topless on a beach only twice and that was in Italy several hundred miles away. This place was only 30 miles from my front door!

I was quite surprised at the number of people heading to and fro. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. On one hand, the more people would make me just one more body amongst hundreds. One the other, did it mean there would be more chance of someone here who knew me?

The pathway rose to a steep incline and then levelled out before a shallow descent. I paused on the brow of the embankment that shrouded the beach below and enjoyed the cool, salty breeze on my face and legs.

The beach was busy but not crowded. Apart from most people being naked it looked like any bank holiday seaside in england. Mostly couples or small groups staking out a claim with beach towels and windbreaks, dozing under the sun, paddling in the warm surf and eating ice-cream. I relaxed, just a little.

Do or die Rachael didn't need to relax. She was at the foot of the embankment looking around for a suitable spot. She looked up at me, grinning. She waved and pointed to the left. I breathed in and continued down towards her.

"How about here?", Rachael asked.

"Looks ok", I replied. She had picked a good spot. At the foot of a large sand dune, the ground was higher up here and inclined slightly towards the sun. A little away from the main crowds, there was no-one behind us, and the raised position picked up the cooling breeze and gave us a good view of the beach and the sea beyond.

We lay our towels on the sand to the right of a blue and red striped windbreak an older couple had put up. About 5 metres to our left was a young guy on his own lay on his belly on a blue beach towel. I placed my bag on the floor beside my towel, stood up and looked around. Next to me, Rachael had already taken off her t-shirt, shorts and sandals. She slipped her bikini straps from her shoulders and let it drop down her arms. Her tanned, pert 36C breasts stood proud from her slim body. She pushed her bikini bottoms down her legs and stood up.

I'd never seen Rachael naked before and she looked amazing. Quite short, about 5'4 with chestnut hair to her shoulders. Thanks to regular swimming and tennis, even at 36 her tanned body was slim but very shapely. I was a year younger, shorter still at 5'2, petite build with black bobbed hair and small, pert breasts.

I kicked off my flip flops and took off my T-shirt and shorts. I pulled in a nervous breath and looked around. As I did so I caught sight of the guy next to us as he quickly looked away. I hadn't paid much notice of him until now. He was quite good looking. Blonde hair, quite slim and muscular body. I'd guess he couldn't be more that 18 years old and I wondered what he was doing here apparently on his own. He lay on his belly on the beach towel looking quite nervous. Maybe he was here on a dare as well, or maybe he was just here for an adolescent kick and now felt out of his depth.

As I reached for my bikini straps I noticed him glance towards me again. At first I felt uncomfortable about this young stranger watching me stripping off and then I wondered what he must think of me. He was at least fifteen years my junior, very good looking and surely must have his pick of girls his own age.

I looked at Rachael who was now lay flat on her back, eyes closed, arms and legs outstretched and I thought, "What the hell. If he wants to look then let him.".

I turned towards the guy, looked him in the eye and smiled. He smiled nervously back at me. I slipped my bikini top. His eyes immediately dropped to my breasts, then up again. He blushed and looked away. As I slipped my bikini bottoms down my legs my body tingled with nervous excitement as could see him snatching brief glances.

Turning towards him, I pretended to brush sand from my body, paying particular attention to my breasts. From the corner of my eye I could see him watching intently as my hands swept from my shoulders, over my breasts making them bob, and down my stomach.

As I sat down, caught a brief glance of him just in time to see him pull his hand sharply from under his arched body and drop flat to the floor. As he did so he caught my eye looking at him and his face turned scarlet. He had a hard on! I guessed it had 'grown' at an awkward angle underneath him and he took the chance as I sat down to lift his belly up and move it around to a more comfortable position. The thought of a guy so young getting hard at the sight of my body almost twice his age did it for me. My heart raced. My body tingled all over. My nipples hardened and I my clitoris pulsed with excitement. I took a long deep breath to calm myself.

Rachael was still flat out with a sunhat over her face. The sun glistened on her lightly tanned skin. Her small dark red nipples stood firm on her breasts spread across her ribcage.

The sun oil was in Rachael's bag. I sat up and leaned across her, placing my left hand down on her left side for support as my right reached into the canvas bag. On my knees, my bum pointing directly at my young admirer with my legs parted slightly I took my time fumbling for the bottle. As I did so, my nipples brushed against Rachaels body and I gasped as a tingle shot through my clitoris.

Bottle in hand I looked back. The guy was watching my every move..... but he was also..... His hips, they were moving, ever so slightly. He was rubbing himself against his towel!

"Poor guy!", I thought, then I smirked. "He must be so horny!".

I sat upright, opened the cap and started my show. Arms first, then shoulders and across the top of my chest. Then I moved to my legs. "Leave the best 'till last". Feet, shins, thighs, all the while I could see the poor guy hardly even blink!

Stomach, and finally..... The guys blue eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets as my hands slowly massaged the oil into my left breast. Over the top at first, left hand then right then left, my flattened palms worked the oil in from my left shoulder, down over the breast which squashed flat and bounced back again as my hand passed over it. Then I squeezed the breast with one hand either side before using my left hand to pull it upwards as my right hand rubbed the oil along the underside. After repeating this procedure on the right I finished by slowly oiling my cleavage.

Of course, this just left the bits I couldn't reach. After putting on an act of trying to reach around my back I looked again at Rachael dozing in the sun before turning to my left. Bottle in hand, I looked at the guy and pointed to my back. "Would you mind?", I asked in my best damsel in distress voice. The poor guy looked mortified. "I do burn so easily.", I continued. I placed the bottle on the sand and turned my back towards him wondering if he would take the bait. I guessed he must have quite a dilemma now. He doesn't want to get up with his erection on show but at the same time he wouldn't want to miss such an opportunity, and he looked the type to be too polite to say no.

I was about to give up when I felt a nervous hand press against my shoulder.

"MMMmmm, you have a lovely touch.", I purred. "What's your name?"

"A...", he swallowed. "Andrew," he stuttered.

"Hello Andrew.", I replied, softly. "I'm Brenda and this is Rachael.".

Andrew didn't reply. He continued to nervously work the oil from my shoulders downwards. He must have somehow crawled across the sand, keeping his towel around his waist which was now draped across his lower body and legs.

His hands were now half way down my back. As he gained confidence he kneaded the oil into my skin with firm but gentle circular motions which were having a very strong effect on me. I raised my arms a little but he avoided an open invitation to touch my breasts from the side and continued down my spine.

As he reached my lower back he was clearly struggling to reach low enough without moving and disturbing the towel draped across his thighs and the now all too obvious erection propping it up like a tent pole. "Wait a minute.", I said. I sat up, spread my own towel in front of me and lay down on my stomach. Turning my head to the left I could see Andrew's wide gaze scanning my naked body from head to foot and back again.

"That makes it easier.", I said. I parted my legs slightly and and smiled. Andrew visibly gasped. He dribbled a little oil into the small of my back and continued.

In this position I could now for the first time see him close up. He obviously looked after himself. He had the trim, muscular body of an athlete, bright blue eyes and short blonde hair. His towel draped across his strong thighs had a visibly damp patch where it pulsed gently over his throbbing and very substantial penis.

His hands lingered around my waist and I had to verbally instruct him to go lower. Over my buttocks his hands spent a good long time making sure every square inch was covered.

Lower still he lower he worked down my right leg, quickly avoiding my inner thighs now very wide apart.

"Thank you!", I said. He had reached my left ankle and stopped. I sat up quickly before he had time to crawl away, making sure he could see my breasts close up. I smiled a very friendly smile.

"That's OK.", he replied, still a little nervous. He seemed to pause while he decided what to do next, looking around as though trying to find an escape route. He was about to gather his towel around him when Rachael's voice behind me said, "Just a minute! You can't go without doing me now, please?".

I moved out of the way. Andrew's eye's opened wide at the sight of Rachael who was now lay on here left side, her head propped on her elbow and her right leg raised at the knee. She smiled her very best heart melting smile.

Under the towel I could see his penis pulsing rapidly as his disbelieving gaze scanned her fabulous naked body from head to toe.

Rachael rolled onto her front. Andrew couldn't really say no now and still grasping the towel he inched forwards. I sat in the shade and watched with keen interest as he proceeded to oil Rachael's back as he had done with mine. He didn't pause at her bum as had had with me, but did and despite Rachael's very obvious invitation, skip very quickly past her upper thighs.

When he had done this time he didn't hang around for more orders. Rachael said "Thank you.", to which Andrew replied, "You're welcome.", before he quickly grabbed his towel and stood up. Holding the end of the towel against his stomach so it draped down over his crotch he walked briskly back to his spot, giving us a full view of his naked body from the rear.

"Nice!", said Rachael. "Pity he's so nervous.".

"Yes.", I agreed.

A short time later Rachael stood up. "I'm going for a walk to look around.", she said. "Coming?".

At first I wasn't sure. Sitting here away from the crowds was one thing but walking in amongst them all was something else but in the end I agreed.

As it happened we headed away from the crowds and then turned towards the grassy dunes. I was now much more confident, not even thinking about the fact I was walking around outdoors wearing nothing but a pair of flip flops. As I followed Rachael who weaved left and right seeking the easiest path through the sand hills we chatted about what had happened earlier and Rachael admitted it had made her so horny she wanted to take a walk to calm herself down!

Higher up amongst the dunes the ground was firmer and it was pleasantly cooler being exposed to the sea breeze which made walking much easier and before long we were some distance from the beach. We decided it was time to turn back. Rachael got her bearings and turned right. After several minutes she paused at a quite steep and narrow track down into a valley between two large dunes. It was a long way back, and footprints suggested others had come this way so we decided to continue forwards.

"I'll go first.", said Rachael, and proceeded downwards with me close behind.

We 'ski'd' short distances down the cool white soft sand and were close to the bottom not very far from the main beach now when I slipped onto my backside. I screamed. Rachael turned just in time to see me slide straight into her legs and she came down on top of me.

After a fit of giggles, Rachael looked me I the eye and smiled. "I saw the look in your face when you leaned over me earlier.", she said, softly. She lifted herself onto her hands and knees, straddling my body, just high enough so her breasts touched mine as they had done earlier. Taken by surprise I froze, no idea how to react. Rachael took this as a signal to continue. She swayed back and forth so her by now rock hard nipples rubbed against my breasts. She lifted her left leg, pushed it between my thighs and up so her knee was against my wet pussy. This has the result that her swaying motion now also rubbed her thigh against my pussy lips and that was enough for me.

I raised my hands and cupped her breasts, strumming my thumbs across the nipples. This was the first time I had touched another woman's breasts and I explored them in a way a guessed a guy must do during his first experience. The silky smooth surface was so firm but soft. I squeezed a little harder, all the time gazing into Rachaels grinning face for a reaction.

I purred and moaned as Rachael's tongue expertly worked it's magic on my clitoris. A finger slid up and down my wet pussy lips, pushed inside and out again. Then two fingers. Then three. Her other hand stroked my thigh, bum cheek and breast. Before long a tingle in my clitoris spread throughout my groin and up my spine. I started to quiver uncontrollably. I was so close......so very close and then..... She stopped!!!

"NO! PLEASE!", I begged her to continue, grappling at her head trying desperately to push it down again but Rachael resisted. She put her hand on my mouth. "SHUSH!" she said, abruptly. "STAY HERE.".

With that she ducked down and crawled away. I did not know what to do so I followed the orders and stayed put.

A minute later I could hear rustling through the grass to the left and then Rachael's voice called out.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?".

I looked around.

"GET UP, MOVE!". She shouted again. "GO ON!".

The sound of rustling grass moved around to my right.

"Look what I found! A peeping Tom!!".

A nervous looking young blonde haired man stumbled out of the grass, followed by Rachael. In her hand she held the poor guys towel. Looking very nervous, Andrew just stood there, wearing nothing but the biggest, hardest erection I had ever seen. Eight inches at least and very thick, it pulsed with every rapid, nervous beat of his heart. He turned and was about to head away.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?", Rachael shouted. Andrew paused. "STAY RIGHT THERE!".

Like a terrified schoolboy, Andrew stood still.

Me and Rachael stood looking at the sheepish young man for about a minute before Rachael stepped forwards. "You have been spying on us, haven't you?", she asked in a stern voice.

Andrew nodded.

"Enjoy it did you? Did you enjoy watching us? Do you like looking at our naked bodies?".

I don't think he knew how to answer that but nodded anyway.

"Well you had a good feel of us both earlier. You could have done something then. Anything at all. Think about that. We would have let you do anything you wanted to us. Anything at all. So why didn't you?".

He paused and shrugged.

"So what about now? You like what you see? Do you?".

Andrew looked at Rachael and nodded again.

"Look at my breasts. Do you like them?", she asked.

His gaze dropped to Rachaels heaving bosom and he nodded, almost managing a smile.

She said, softly this time, "Would you like to touch them?". She took his hand and lifted it up towards her left breast. Andrew swallowed and nodded again. His gaze fixed on his hand as she guided it closer and closer to her chest. His fingertip very briefly touched her nipple. Andrew visible gasped.

Rachael threw his hand down to his side. "WELL YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE AND BLEW IT!", she yelled.

Rachael walked one complete circle looking him up and down, front and back. She placed a hand on his firm buttocks and squeezed. She placed a hand on his arm and slid it up and across his chest.

She placed a hand on his thigh, she looked him in the eye and smiled. Her fingertips slid up the thigh, briefly brushed the testicle sacks and then wrapped around Andrews throbbing penis. Andrew's eyes closed tight. Rachaels fingertips ran up the uthera and then pinched the head and with that his body jerked forwards and a glob of white sticky liquid shot up Rachaels arm. Rachael grinned. She continued to stroke the head and several more spasms launched more spurts of sticky cum across the sand.

This poor guy was wholly out of his depth but Rachael was without any mercy. "I hope there's some left for us!", she retorted.

He was ordered to lay on the ground. His member, far from finished stood up like a flagpole. Rachael sat astride his chest facing him and allowed him to explore her body whilst I stroked his burgeouning member. In my small hands it felt huge. Very thick and covered in a pulsating network of purple veins. A glistening purple dome pushing through the tight foreskin dribbled an endless stream of semen down the shaft.

Rachael turned around, still astride his chest she now sat facing me with her backside towards his face. She inched back until her pussy was over his mouth. "LICK IT!" she demanded. Andrew did as ordered, and with Rachaels direction his tongue was soon switching between attacking her clit and pushing deep into her pussy. I meanwhile was hungrily attacking that shaft. I licked it, I sucked it. I stroked it. Rachael grasped tight the lower part of his cock and pulled the tight foreskin down whilst I licked the exposed purple dome, sucking in the still flowing stream of salty semen.

I could feel Andrew's stomach tense. His groin started to quiver. I maintained the same, slow rhythm with my mouth as Rachael did with her fist until he started to moan loudly and his buttocks clenched tight. With that, Rachael released her grip from the shaft, grabbed my head and pulled it away.

Andrew screamed at us. His cock, now a very deep purple, pulsated violently, waving around like a dogs tail. One, two then three thick globs of semen oozed from the tip. Andrew pleaded with us. He tried to reach around Rachael but she was having none of it. He tried to push her off him, shouting at her to move. Rachael raised her hand, and smacked his cock hard. It slapped against his groin, throwing a stream of cum across the sand and flipped up again like a punchball. Andrew yelped.

She slapped it again, even harder. Andrew yelped again. She slapped it again, "STOP WHINING!", she demanded. Andrew yelped even louder so she slapped it a fourth time and he this time let out a stifled scream through clenched teeth,

When the inflamed phallus had finally stopped pulsing Rachael wrapped her fingers around it and continued to wank whilst I continued with my tongue. We kept up this torment, bringing the guy to the very brink of an orgasm which Rachael seemed to have a knack of, and then stopping for about fifteen minutes by which time so much semen had oozed from the tip that most men produce after cumming two or three times. Andrew was now desperate to cum but dared not complain. Rachael meanwhile had orgasmed twice from his tongue.

All this treatment seemed to have made the guys cock even thicker. His swollen testicle sacks felt red hot in my hands and the now fully exposed dome almost glowed. Rachael gave me a knowing look. It was time. She clasped her fist midway around the shaft and pulled down. The foreskin pulled tight. She pulled up and the foreskin bunched up around the dome. Down again. Up. Down. With a very tight grip she wanked the shaft with slow, even, deliberate strokes, about two a second.

I cupped my hand around his bulged testicle sack, bent forwards and clamped my lips around the head. My tongue tickled the eye as my lips slid up and down in time with rachaels strokes. Up and down and up and down.

Before long, Andrew's body was gently quivering again. He started to moan. The quivering became shaking. Rachael pressed herself down so he couldn't wriggle free and I bore down on his legs.

"Faster.... Please.....", whimpered Andrew.

The pace continued unchanged and his body began to shake violently.

"Oh..... Faster....Please.... PLEASE GO FASTER!", he voice quivered as he pleaded this time but to no avail. His hips started bucking. His hands scrabbled desperately at Rachaels waist. His hips wriggled and bucked violently. The steady, even strokes remained unchanged. Andrew cried out to us to speed up but sensing he was on the verge of an orgasm Rachael actually did the opposite and slowed down, only slightly but enough to keep up the torture. He bucked and heaved. He wriggled and rolled trying desperately to throw us off.

Then suddenly he stopped moving. A brief pause. He breathed in sharply and held it. His stomach muscles tightened. His buttocks clenched tight. His face contorted, eyes tight shut he forced a loud scream through tightly clenched teeth. Then he released a loud gasp. His hips jerked forwards and a huge glob of hot, sticky semen filled my mouth. Andrew screamed blue murder as his hips bounced on the sand, pumping more and more liquid into my mouth which I desperately tried to swallow before the next load came. It poured down the shaft over Rachaels hand which was still pumping at the same twice a second pace throughout. At one moment I had so much cum in my mouth I had to sit up a little to take a breath and swallow it and as I did so he jerked out another glob that splattered across my face.

For two minutes his convulsions continued. The flow of semen had slowed to a trickle but the violent force of his convulsions remained. His still rock hard shaft now was bright scarlet and very sensitive which Rachael took great pleasure in teasing further, gently running her finger across the tender fleshy dome.

Rachael sat upright across Andrew's chest. She wasn't finished yet and she'd decided Andrew wasn't done with either. She pulled me up. I sat across Andrews belly. Rachael looked at me and grinned. She pulled me close, and gently stroked my breast, then licked the semen from my cheeks and chin. She swallowed the cum and then kissed me. Her tongue pushed through my lips and probed my mouth. Her hands ran over my body, feeling, touching, carrassing. I was tingling. Behind me I could feel Andrews still pulsating cock bouncing against my backside. Rachael reached around me and grinned. "I think he's ready to go again.", she said.

I lifted myself up and shuffled backwards, Rachael reached beneath me and clasped her hand around the tender Phallus. Andrew winced. I lowered myself onto the shaft, all the way down until it pushed against my cervix. Despite how wet and ready I was it was still a tight fit.

As I sat there, still, eyes closed, impaled on this huge young penis, enjoying the sensation of it inside me, Rachael turned her head and looked sternly at Andrew.

"DO NOT!", she said in a loud and stern voice. "YOU DO NOT DARE TO CUM FIRST!", she continued. "BRENDA HAS TO HAVE AT LEAST TWO ORGASMS BEFORE YOU CUM AGAIN OR THERE WILL BE REAL TROUBLE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?".

Andrew nodded. "Y...yes.", he whimpered.

The way I felt, he only had to wait for one as my first cum was imminent, and the second would probably follow pretty soon afterwards.

I started riding, slowly at first. Rachael watched me with wide, greedy looking eyes. Up and down my body. Her gaze paused on my breasts. I could see her brown eyes move from the left to right, then down my belly to watch this young mans shaft sliding in and out of my pussy.

I gradually increased the pace. Andrew winced again. His poor shaft must be so tender by now but Rachael just punched him in the gut and told him to keep quiet.

Rachael gazed into my eyes as though taking pleasure just from watching me. She edged forwards a little and lifted herself to her knees. Then she took my right hand and gently guided it between her legs.

Andrews hands were on her buttocks. My right hand fingered her pussy as my left explored her breasts. Rachael leaned forwards and started kissing me again with vigour. I leaned back, still rocking my hips and she licked my breasts. Her right hand forefinger pressed my clit against Andrews shaft.

With so much stimulation it wasn't long before my clit was tingling again. Rachael kissed me again but much more aggressively. Her finger rubbed my clit with vigure. She pressed her cheek to mine. "Faster!", she said. "Faster, I'm cumming!". My fingertips pumped her pussy as my other hand pinched her nipples.

"YES!, MORE!!", she said. "MORE YOU FUCKING BITCH! MORE!".

I was pinching her nipple hard with all my strength now. My fingers pumping her pussy as fast as I could were now joined by three more fingers from Andrews hand and the two of us finger fucked her together. Behind her, Andrew was taking some revenge by slapping her backside as hard as he could until it was red raw. Rachael quivered. She buried her face into my neck and screamed.

"NEEEEEAAAARRRRGHH!!!!".

Rachaels fingertips dug deep into my waist as she shuddered through another orgasm.

My own orgasm that had been building up for several minutes was now pushed over the edge. My body lurched forwards. My fingertips rammed hard into Rachaels pussy and my other arm clamped tight around her shoulder.

Tight in each others arms the two of us shuddered through our orgasmic embrace, screaming into each other ears as spasm after spasm pulsed through our bodies. It was Rachael who finished first but she held on until my own spasms subsided and we released our hold together.

I was still recovering when Rachael stood up. "Quick!", she said. "On your knees!".

Before I could respond she had pulled me onto my back and rolled me over.

"YOU, HERE!", she barked at Andrew and pointed. Andrew looked exhausted. Rachael pointed again "MOVE!", she yelled, poking him hard in the ribs with her foot. He lifted himself up onto his knees. Despite it's beating his cock still stood out firm and proud, if very red.

I knelt on all fours, still shaking from the effects of my first orgasm. I could feel Andrews muscly hands on my bum cheeks. Even now his touch was gentle, as though still wanting to exploring my body. The hands stroked the surface up and down several times before they clasped my hips and his cock started prodding around my pussy lips.

He slipped slowly inside me, even deeper than before until I could feel the warm leathery surface of his testicle sacks against my inner thighs. Rachael lay on her back on the sand in front of me, legs apart, and inched herself down until her puffy pink pussy lips were directly below my face.

Andrew started pumping me, slowly at first and then gradually gathering speed. Rachael smiled and closed her eyes. Her hands carassed her breasts as her hips slowly gyrated under my face.

This was another first for me. I lowered myself onto my elbows, paused and then dropped my head. The moment the tip of my tongue came into contact with Rachaels moist pussy lips her hips jolted and she let out a cry of pleasure. I pushed my tongue in deep through the fleshy curtain and tasted the warm, salty surface inside. Within seconds, encouraged by Rachael's squeals of pleasure, I was lapping and sucking like it was my first meal in a week. Andrew meanwhile had found his pace and his thighs slapped hard against my buttocks with a rapid but consistant tempo and it wasn't long before my clit was tingling yet again.



The tingles became more intense, spreading down my pussy lips and up through my spine to my breasts. Every thrust was now sending a shockwave through my nervous system. My nipples buzzed. My breasts went completely numb. My stomach muscles started spasming.

I tried my best to keep pleasuring Rachael but it was so difficult to keep my head still and concentrate when the rest of my body was quivering out of control. I clamped my hands as tight as I could to her hips and held on. I think Andrew must have realised the issue as he slowed his pace a little, just long enough for Rachael to climax. I did my best to hold on and attack her clit with my tongue as she rocked and bucked through another orgasm, and as she subsided, Andrew started pumping me with vigour.

Rachael leaned forwards and grasped my nipples. She squeezed them tight in her fingertips which initially hurt like hell but then my orgasm kicked in and I was rocking and bucking like a bronco.

I screamed and screamed. Andrew kept his tempo throughout my orgasm until as it finally started to subside he pressed his groin tight against my buttocks, pushing his penis deeper into me that ever before. His hands gripped my hips tightly, digging the fingernails into my flesh and he let out a loud, deep groan. I could feel his cock pulse inside me, and a hot glob of semen splatter across the roof of my vagina. Four, five six, seven time he jerked, then a pause. I clenched my vaginal muscles and he started pumping me again, slowly, eight...... nine...... ten..... and he stopped. I could feel the cum oozing down the walls inside me.

Andrew pulled out. He was so big it felt like a piece of me had come out with him. Rachael wasted no time and crawled over to lick him clean.

Exhausted, pleasured, satisfied, I rolled onto my back and looked up. A small audience had gathered on the high dunes overlooking us, all smiling with approval, and some of the men showing approval in another way.

Later that day the sun was lower and it was getting a bit too chilly to be out with nothing on. We got dressed and back along the narrow pathway over the embankment. At the junction we looked at the signpost, Rachael asked me if I'd go again, maybe next month.

"How about next week?", I replied.