[FM] I traveled to a beach wedding without a date and decided to cut loose after being a good girl my whole life…

***This is my third story and follows the events of the first two–the weekend of my sexual awakening after years of being a good girl. I think the story stands on it’s own, but you may enjoy the others, too!***

I felt like such a whore.

Sunshine was pouring into the hotel room. I was completely naked. My body felt covered in dried sweat and cum. And there was a naked boy on each side of me. Emphasis on the word boy–they were both in their early 20s. Young enough to be my sons.

Not for the first time, I asked myself what the hell I was doing. I was actually starting to feel guilt creep in.

I got up without disturbing Robin or Rick and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I stood in the shower letting the hot water wash the filth from my tight, naked body. I kept playing the night’s adventures over in my head. I’d talked both boys into skinny dipping on the beach. And then I’d fucked them in the sand. And invited them back to my room for more. I regretted not insisting they leave after we were through, but we’d all been so exhausted at that point.

I ran a soapy rag over my big tits. Both nipples were sore from being sucked for so long. My pussy was raw. I’d never felt so dirty in my life. Of course, I’d never done anything that could make me feel so dirty. And the worst part? I didn’t really regret it. There was a part of me that wondered if I was having some sort of mid-life crisis. But I didn’t regret doing it. Even with all the guilt I felt, I couldn’t help getting a little turned on as I ran my hands over my own body. It wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had. But it was definitely the most orgasms I’d had in one night. And Rick had the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

I jumped when the bathroom door swung open. Through the transparent curtain I saw Rick enter, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I thought I heard the shower,” he said. “Mind if I join you?”

“I’ll be out in just a minute,” I said. I hoped he’d just go to his own room.

“Come on,” he said. “Don’t be shy now.”

He pulled the curtain aside and stepped in. He was still trying to wake up.

I couldn’t help myself. I took a peek down at the cock. It was gorgeous! Just as perfect and pretty as that organ could be. And so big–even limp.

He took the bar of soap and started washing up. I’d thought at first he was just jumping in to start more sex, but he barely seemed interested in me. Despite my earlier guilty feelings, I felt a little annoyed.

“While you’re here, can you do my back?” I asked.

I turned away from him and passed the soapy rag over my shoulder. He started scrubbing my shoulders. It felt almost as good as a massage.

“Mmmm….lower,” I said.

Rick ran his hands down to the small of my back. And then my ass. He stepped closer and started kissing my shoulders. His cock was hard. I could feel like pressed against the crack of my ass and the small of my back.

I reached back and took it in my soapy hand. I couldn’t even get my fingers all the way around it! I stroked up and down his shaft. Rick groaned in response.

He only let me tug him for a minute before pulling away.

“Put your hands on the wall,” he said.

He spread my legs and slipped that big cock inside me so slowly. He put an arm around my waist and started rubbing on my clit.

It was nothing like the frenzied fuck fest of the previous night. It was just a slow, hot fuck. He worked his giant dick in and out of me with a slow, rhythmic precision. He felt so good in my pussy. I came hard for him. He fondled my titties and kissed the back of my neck and kept right on fucking until he put his load inside me. And then he rubbed my clit until I came again.

Somehow, we’d managed not to wake Robin. I let Rick out after making him swear to be discrete at the wedding. Then I left Robin a quick note saying that I’d had fun and he should let himself out. After that, I took some things and went to the beach to be alone.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like most beach weddings, the actual ceremony was kind of casual. It’s silly for everyone to dress up when you know they’ll be dozens of random people in swim suits stopping to stare. I wore a black maxi-dress that came to my ankles that had a bright pink floral pattern and tied behind my neck.

It was fairly easy to avoid both Robin and Rick since the wedding party was seated up front at a long table and I was in the back. After a day spent alone in contemplation, I didn’t regret my actions of the weekend, but I felt like maybe I was ready to close the book on my wild weekend. I got a little surprise in seeing that Rick had a date for the evening–apparently she couldn’t make it into town until the actual day of the wedding. And that made me feel a little queasy. Not only had only had I fucked two strangers who were half my age, but apparently one of them had a girlfriend. I’d never wanted to be “that girl”–the other woman.

I mingled mostly with other guests–people my own age. And met the family of the bride. They were all so happy to meet her boss and heaped a lot of praised on her, which made them smile. It was pleasant, but to be honest I was feeling a little bored. And exhausted. I didn’t want to leave before the big send off for the happy couple, but I wasn’t having a good time. As it grew late I found myself mostly sitting alone and checking my phone every few minutes to see how much longer until the thing was over.

I don’t know if he felt sorry for me, or he was just looking for someone to hit on, but a man approached me and introduced himself was Richard. He was tall, a few years older than me, and had a nice head of salt-and-pepper gray hair. Even before he said it, I realized it must be Rick’s father. They had the same stature. The same tall, muscular build and the same eyes and nose. He confirmed my suspicion. Apparently Rick and the groom had been friends since childhood and their families were very close.

“So is Rick’s mother here with you?” I asked.

“Oh, no,” he said. “We’ve been divorced for years. I’m single and not really even in the dating scene. I stay busy with work.”

“And what about you?” he asked. “Who are you here with?”

“Completely alone,” I answered.

“A beautiful young woman like yourself?” he said. “I find that hard to believe.”

I couldn’t help but give a few glances below his belt. From what I could tell, facial traits were not the only thing he’d passed to his son–he had that same massive cock running stuffed into his trousers.

Suddenly the dirty impulses were coming back to me. I could just hang out at the reception, bored to tears, and then go to the hotel and spend my last night of vacation sleeping…or I could have one more last, impulsive night. I knew Richard was interested. The father of fucking father and son excited me. And it seemed like somewhat appropriate payback–since Rick hadn’t mentioned his little girlfriend to me. I wonder if Richard could fuck like his boy. I wondered if age had robbed him of some the skills and stamina–or had just given him more experience. Normally I had rules. I didn’t date men with kids. I didn’t date guys who were divorced. But I wasn’t looking to date him. Plus, this was my weekend of freedom. The weekend I’d opened myself up to exploration without strings.

I wondered if he’d be bold enough to make a move. He seemed like too much of a gentleman to boldly suggest something. Eventually he asked me if I’d like to dance. I looked out at the makeshift dance floor where a bunch of 20-somethings were jumping around to a pop tune.

“I’ve never been much of a dancer,” I said. “I never really learned.”

“Really?” he said. “You should try it! You feel so free and alive! The physical activity gets your heart pumping. It’s hard not get excited. You can just let go and feel so passionate!”

“I do like some physical activity,” I said. “Especially the kind that gets me excited and passionate.” I flashed him a suggestive smile and a wink.

“Oh really?” he asked. He took a long sip of his beer, as if he couldn’t decide what to make of my remark.

The music changed and they put on a slow number and dimmed the lights.

“This is more my speed,” I said. “If you still want to dance?”

He took my hand and led me toward the dance floor. We passed close to Rick, and I saw him do a double-take to see me with his old man. Richard was a perfect gentleman–he clasped my right hand on his and put his left very lightly high up on my hip. But I didn’t want him to be a gentleman. I pushed up close to him, and took his arm and wrapped it around my waist–low enough that his hand would be touching my ass and he could feel how firm it was.

As the music played I slipped my leg between his and rubbed it back and forth so my thigh was gently rubbing his cock. There was no way he could mistake my contact as incidental.

I looked up into his gorgeous eyes as the song continued. I could feel him getting stiff as I kept rubbing my leg.

“I have to be honest,” I said quietly. “All this loud music and the drinks are giving me a bit of a headache.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he responded.

“I could use a little break from it,” I said. “Do you want to get away for a little bit?”

It was my turn to guide him. I took his hand and led him off the dance floor. We slipped away from the party and started walking up the dark beach. As soon as we were away from the lights I turned and pressed my body to his. And then I kissed him. Our tongues danced. He was a much better kisser than his son!

I could feel that raging boner of his pressing into my stomach. I reached down and started rubbing on it through his slacks. Richard groaned. He wrapped an arm around my waist and started kissing me aggressively–biting at my lower lip.

“I’ve never met someone like you, Chellee,” he said.

“I’m not normally like this. I’m afraid I’ve been a bad girl this weekend,” I said playfully.

“I bet you have,” he said. “How bad?”

“Well, I let someone I barely know fuck me. Right here on this beach,” I said.

“That is bad,” he said. I could hear a note of judgment in his tone. But he wasn’t walking away.

“And he was half my age,” I said.

“That’s very bad,” he said. He almost seemed a little turned off.

“And I liked it,” I said. “He had a big cock and he fucked me like no older man could ever do.”

He grabbed my hand and ran it up and down every inch of his big cock. Making sure I knew exactly what kind of lumber he had in his pants.

“That’s just silly,” he said. He was losing his calm demeanor. He fondled my ass and rubbed on my titties. “A kid that age doesn’t have the experience to know what he’s doing.”

“No,” I said. “I’m telling the truth. He fucked so hard and so long. No old guy could ever do that to me.”

“I think you’re just trying to rile me up,” he said.

“Is it working?” I asked.

“A little bit.”

“You going to show me you can fuck better than any boy? Because I have my doubts,” I said.

“I’m not even sure you can get me excited,” he said.

I glanced down to the obvious bulge in his pants. I put my hand back on that big cock. Then I unzipped his fly. It took a few seconds, but I was able to coax his monster cock out. Despite it’s massive size, it stood firm and erect. Just like an 18 year old. I pulled the hem of my skirt up past my knees, then dropped down in the sand. With the tip of my tongue, I traced a line from the base of his cock all the way up to the head.

“You seem pretty excited to me,” I said.

“Maybe you should keep checking,” he answered.

I ran my tongue around the tip of his big, fat cock. I licked up and down that long, thick shaft again.

“Are you sure? If I do this will it take you out of the game?”

“It won’t even slow my down,” he said confidently.

I was skeptical, but at the same time I wanted to please him. I wanted to get as much of that beefy pole in my mouth as I could.

I started at the base and teased each of this testicles with the tip of my tongue. Then I zig-zagged left and right all the way up his gargantuan tool with the broad, flat surface of my tongue. Richard groaned loudly and placed his hand on my head. I couldn’t dream of getting my hand all the way around him, but I did my best and started to tug on it. I opened wide and and took his cock between my lips. I took as much as I possibly could into my mouth–not even half of it–and then started bobbing up in down. I swirled my tongue furiously over the shaft and head. And I kept pumping his dick with my hand.

“Oh yes…” he groaned. “It feels great. It’s been a long time….”

That thrilled me for some reason. I started giving firmer tugs. I licked up and down his shaft and then went back to blowing him. He started moving his hip, practically fucking me in the face. His moans were getting louder. I tugged even harder on his cock, and with one final groan he let loose and shot giants gobs of cum into my mouth.

“Now it’s time to show you some pleasure,” he said after I’d licked up every drop.

There was a rickety looking life guard stand with a little storage closet a hundred yards up the beach. Richard took my hand led me to it. He gave the door a shake, but it was locked firm with a shiny new padlock.

“Damn!” he exclaimed. “Do you want to try the hotel?”

I shook my head slowly.

“No,” I said. “I don’t.”

I walked over to the wooden ladder and climbed up to the lifeguard chair. The seat was about five feet off the ground–well in range of the mouth for someone as tall as Richard. I slid my ass right to the edge of seat and pulled the hem of my dress up until it was bunched around my waist. Richard walked over and I threw my legs over his shoulders. His face was inches away from my gauzy, bright pink panties. Even in the moonlight my neatly trimmed bush and pussy were easy to see through the thin fabric.

He licked the up and down–tasting my juices on the drenched panties. He licked his lips and seemed to savor the flavor. And then he pushed the fabric aside and went to work on my cunt.

Richard happed it up and down like a hungry dog. I locked by legs behind his back. My thigh muscles felt tight. I ran my fingers through his silky gray hair.

He moved to my clit and rapidly flicked at it with his tongue. And then he slid two fingers inside me and started fucking me with at a nice, slow pace. It was a sharp contrast to his tongue, which seemed to move faster and faster. It’s like he had a motor in it.

I reached behind my neck and untied the halter on my dress. I pulled it down along with the cups of my pink, strapless bra. My nipples sprung to attention in the cool ocean breeze. I felt completely exposed–almost naked on a public beach in the moonlight. I could still see the lights of the wedding and hear the music in the distance. I played with my own nipples while this stranger ate me out–wondering if someone would walk up and catch us—or if I even cared if they did?

It was the best orgasm I’d ever had from oral. It was appropriate that we were under the stars, because that’s all I could see. I cried out his name while I climaxed. I dub my heels into his back. I felt dizzy. Every muscle in my body was tingling.

With large, strong hands he grabbed me around the waist and lowered me to the ground. We kissed each other passionately. And then he buried his face in my tits–just like his son did–and tasted my hard nipples. I dress fell to the ground completely–and I made sure my panties followed.

Richard didn’t bother undressing. He just pulled that massive cock back through is fly again.

He turned me facing away from him. I spread my arms and and legs, bent slightly at the waist, and grabbed the lifeguard stand for support. And then he went to work with that big piece of meat.

Standing on the beach in nothing but my shoes, I got fucked hard by a man who didn’t even loosen his tie.

He fucked me like a cheap whore. Pulling my hair, slapping my ass, and cramming himself inside me like he hadn’t fucked in years. Down the shore, I could see fireworks going off and I knew the bride and groom were making their exit. And I couldn’t even bother to care. All I wanted was for Richard to make me cum.

I couldn’t believe how hard he fucked. Or how rigid that big cock was for an older guy. He was breathing like a bull, but he barely made any other sounds. But I was a mess. I groaned and moaned and kept pleading for more. My hands hurt from gripping the lifeguard stand so tightly. It was wobbling back and forth with each thrust and I thought we might knock it over.

“Harder,” I said. “Please. Deeper.”

It already felt like I was being ripped in half. Nothing had ever felt so deep inside me. Richard reached around and roughly twisted my nipple–every sign of the gentleman he’d seemed earlier was now gone.

I came hard and cried out his name. I got weak in the knees and couldn’t hang on any more. I dropped down in the sand on all fours. Richard grabbed my hips and mounted me again from behind.

“I’m not through yet,” he said.

I felt like I was being violated the way he’d pull that big dick almost all the way out and then slam it in again. And I loved it.

With a few final big, forceful thrusts he erupted. I felt his big loads of hot jizz releasing inside me. I furiously rubbed my own clit until I came again with him still inside me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/94btio/fm_i_traveled_to_a_beach_wedding_without_a_date