This is a love story that took place many moons ago when we were in our late twenties. It is all true with some details changed. I met “Maria” at a party and we immediately hit it off. She was a very fit brunette with large boobs, a skinny waist, and an ass to die for, sitting atop a pair of shapely legs. To top it off she had sexy eyes and a great smile. As for me, I had a muscular build from years of playing sports and sported a 6.5-inch tallywacker which did most of my thinking at the time.
Maria was recently out of a dead-end relationship. From the get-go, she was open to regular sex, which suited me fine. As I learned a bit about her sexual history, I realized that her sex life up to that point had been pretty vanilla. She was raised a good Catholic girl. She did not have a lot of sexual partners. Sex for her was something done in the bedroom, in the dark, in missionary, and (apparently) was over pretty quickly. But seeing how horny she was, I decided to push the envelope a bit.
It was early summer. We both loved the beach and went almost every weekend. So one Saturday I decided to throw her a curveball and go to a different beach. This required getting up early and taking a train and then a bus. She was pretty peeved because it took so long to get there, but we finally arrived. I assured her she would love it. As we walked to the end of the beach lugging our towels and cooler, she spotted a topless girl, then another. A little farther, then there were several couples completely nude.
“This looks good,” I said, laying out our towels. Maria was aghast.
“I can’t believe you took me to a nude beach. Without even telling me!”
“Try it, you’ll like it. If you’re chicken then just go topless. Look around… nobody cares. ” I dropped my shorts and walked over to test the water. She took off her top and laid face down on her towel. I put some lotion on her back. And there she stayed. I teased her with a “bawk bawk” chicken sound. Finally, after an hour or so, she rolled over, revealing her C cups in all their lily-white splendor.
“This isn’t so bad, is it? Those tan lines will be gone before you know it.” We stayed for the whole afternoon. I went swimming several times. Maria stayed on her towel. Eventually, we left and took the train home. And then, a funny thing happened. As soon as we walked into my apartment, Maria didn’t say a word, but wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me. Hard. We dropped our beach bags inside the door. In 2 quick motions, she stripped off her suit. We hadn’t even showered yet. She pulled down my suit and began giving me a sloppy wet blow job. Within minutes, we were fucking like rabbits on the floor.
During the week she brought up the nude beach several times. I asked her if she wanted to go back. “I’ll think about it,” she said. That Saturday, she got up really early and went into the shower. When she got out she was wrapped up in a towel. She dropped her towel and spun around.
“How do I look?” She had shaved off every bit of her muff and then moisturized her smooth bald clam. It looked delicious and I told her so. I knelt down to take a closer look but she pushed me away. “C’mon. Or we’ll miss the train.” She was more adventurous that trip. She wore a sundress with nothing on underneath. When we laid out our towels she casually slipped off her dress and was instantly naked. She went with me to stick a toe in the water. I couldn’t help but notice she was turning a few heads. And so it began. We went almost every week. She lost all her modesty, going with me for long naked walks along the beach. She lost all her tan lines and her skin turned a dark olive. She ditched the razor and regularly had herself waxed. I was in horn-dog heaven.
One time, on the trip heading home, we were sitting together in a semi-crowded train car. I was still in my swimsuit which, of course, hadn’t gotten wet. Maria reached down and pulled a large towel and some lotion out of our beach bag.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” She threw the towel over our laps, squirted some lotion in her hand, and then reached under the towel and fished my cock out from my suit. I was speechless and immediately rock hard. Slowly Maria began to fondle me, stroke me, and jerk me off while looking the other way out the window. It was fairly obvious and pretty risky, but Little Head couldn’t say no. I looked sideways at the guy sitting across the aisle but his head was buried in a newspaper. She squeezed tighter and sped up. I shut my eyes and fired off a half a dozen salvos into the towel.
After we got home, Maria came out of the shower into the bedroom, dropped her towel, and pushed me onto my back on the bed. “Am I good to you?” she asked, looking down at me. I nodded. “You’re the best.” She slid forward until I was inches away from her sweet bald pussy. “You owe me one,” she said. And she started to grind on my mouth and tongue. This went on for some time. I lay on my back with my tongue out and she masturbated on my face. I tasted her come. Then she surprised again for the second time that day. She lifted herself up, looked down at me covered from my chin to my forehead with her juices. “Eat my ass.”
This was a first for Maria, as normally she was not really enthusiastic about ass play or anything anal. But I was game. I tried to maneuver her into place as she was sitting on my face, but it wasn’t really working. So I flipped her over on her knees and pushed her head down onto the pillow: the classic face-down ass-up position. Her little pink pucker was inches away from my nose. I teased her, kissing, squeezing, and spreading her butt cheeks, getting closer, breathing hot air on her but holding off until she was squirming. Then I touched her tangy little pink starfish with just the very tip of my tongue. It was heavenly. I slid a finger into her pussy and it was soaked. I slid in another and fingered her in short rapid strokes while flicking her asshole with my tongue and then sticking it in as far as it would go. She quivered, moaned, and came.
I pushed my cock against her butt hole. For the briefest of moments, I thought I was going to take her anal cherry, but she put the kibosh on that (that eventually came later, on a pretty drunken night). “You’re not putting that in my ass,” she turned and said. “Just fuck me. Like you mean it.” So I did. I slid in easily and smashed her like a jackhammer, spanking her ass until it was red. I pushed my thumb into her butthole. We both came at almost the same time and then collapsed on the bed like rag dolls. We slept for 2 hours and then went out and got Chinese.
As the summer went on we became more adventurous when it came to sex, especially out of the bedroom. This at first was initiated by me, but then she began to surprise me by taking the initiative on her own. These included sex in a couple of dance clubs in the city, a stairwell, a roof party, other peoples’ houses, a different beach, and more. There’s not really space to delve into all of these, but we got wilder as the summer went on.
The story continues in Greece in August, where we spent a couple of weeks in Ios, a tiny island in the Aegean. At the time, Ios had a very young and uninhibited crowd, which is why I picked that island. There was one beach. Off in one corner of the beach, there were a small group of bathers who wore swimsuits. Everyone else was butt-assed naked (sadly, due to omnipresent cellphones and cameras the beach scene in Greece has buttoned up considerably since then). Maria was amazed at first, but then relaxed and started to enjoy the laid-back atmosphere and constant partying. She never unpacked her swimsuit. She would walk up and down the beach, naked as the day she was born, chatting with other tourists. Her tan was spectacular.
One time she spent several minutes on her hands and knees looking for something in her beach bag. There were 3 guys on their towels about 10 feet away. Staring right at her ass and tuna taco. I said to her “What are you looking for? You know there’s 3 guys oogling you right now?” She said, “I know. I’m just giving them a little something to write home about.” She wasn’t looking for anything in the bag, she was just showing off her ass.
Another time we recognized 2 guys on the beach that we had been drinking with in town the night before. We went over to them to say hi. It was windy and hard to hear. She casually squatted down, spreading her legs slightly, so that her tanned pussy was at their eye level, about 5 or 6 feet away. I was pleased to note both their cocks stiffen a bit as she chatted with them. Then we said our goodbyes and walked into the water. I squeezed her butt cheek. “I think they like you,” I said. She grinned, “I know they like me.”
The event which really this post is named for occurred shortly after that at the end of the summer when we returned home and then went to a wedding in NY City. I had a friend there who let us stay in his Upper West Side apartment while he was out of town. Unfortunately, this post has already grown too long so I am going to finish it in part 2, coming soon…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r5y5k6/the_student_becomes_the_teacher_mf
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