At the nude beach parts III and IV – MFm

(There’s not as much action here as in parts I and III. IV will be VERY action-based, though, no buildup nor denouement, a true one-handed read.)

Glistening in the sun the evidence of our sweat release mingled, the thick whiteness of my forceful release cooling to the temperature of her sweat, her wetness mingling with the traces of lube between her thighs. We were still locked together, her left hand wrapped around my now-limp potence, my hand gently toying the entrance of her ass, a non-comital tease. I don’t know how long we would have stayed locked like that, but Geoff broke the silence.

“Right, we ought to clean up. You made quite a mess of her Ian.”

I stared to speak but he stopped me.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. We just might all feel a little better if we clean up.”

He passed a wet cloth to Tess, and another to me. As she began to wipe the thick spurts of cum from his shrinking erecting I slid the cool, wet cloth between her legs. Wiping the lube from betwixt her buttocks brought them into a clench, and only as she relaxed could I move forward to attend to her womanhood, wiping her wetness from her thighs and the traces of my tongue from her piercing and now-hidden clit. Slowly crossing the lengths of her flat stomach I wiped myself from her navel, from her chest and small sensual breasts, before my hand crossed her throat, removing the record of my passage there as well before taking the first and final drops of my release from her chin. Her hands went to remove Geoff’s offering from her bum, seemingly reminding him of the drop of precum he had left me with.

“Sorry mate, didn’t mean to get you with the friendly fire.” He said as he passed the cool, damp fabric across my tensed ass. “Let me make it up to you.”

When the coolness of the cloth hit my post-orgasmic glans it was like a wave braking, pulling me deeply under its pleasure. I shivered slightly under the sub-orgasmic pleasure.

“I didn’t know you were both going to take care of me.”

“I’m not, just trying to help you clean up, since Tess won’t.”

“I would too! If SOMEONE hadn’t insisted on cumming on my bum I would have already cleaned him. With my mouth.”

“Maybe you should have waited a minute, Geoff.”

“I wouldn’t worry, you can get cum in her mouth another time. Usually I wouldn’t handle another man like that, so enjoy the rarer pleasure.”

They knew I was bi, but this was the first it had been mentioned. I felt a slight discomfort. We were almost strangers…

“You didn’t have to or anything…”

“I know, look it wasn’t anything like that. I just meant, you’ll be in her mouth again. I might only owe you that favor once, so let me do it.”

His tone was softly apologetic, and now I felt bad for being snippy. He WAS cleaning my balls.

“Alright, I didn’t mean anything and neither did you. Thanks for cleaning me, we DID make a mess.”

He smiled, then drew away. Tess spoke.

“I still feel horny but I’m afraid you two have been drained.”

“That’s the first thing you’re thinking? More?”

“Yea. She’s insatiable mate.”

“I want to have one or the other of you. Properly.”

“Just now?” I asked

“In a few minutes. I don’t expect instant recovery, especially not from that.”

“Have you always had this much sexual energy?”

“It’s always been in me, I think, but when I was younger it could never come out, never be satisfied. Men always wanted me, to their satisfaction. They never would satisfy me, and they would always judge me if I opened up about my real desires. Then I met Geoff.”

I looked at him, and he nodded. “Go on.”

“Well, he told me I could take other partners if I needed. That I shouldn’t be ashamed of my desires, that I should just be honest with him and fill them. That I COULD be honest and be with him and still release all my… my sexual energy.”

Her confidence in those words was very beautiful, very erotic, and I felt a faint stir of arousal and respect. I hadn’t known what to expect from the kind of couple one would meet for an encounter like this, but they were so… normal. Just trying to fulfill themselves sexually, like we all are. It just happened to be with me, a stranger-turned acquaintance-turned lover, on a nude beach (admittedly my suggestion, but they had been together before and like the idea). I turned to look at Geoff.

“It’s true mate. I just want her to be fulfilled, obviously with good guys and that, but I just can’t keep up with her, so sometimes I share her sexually.”

“You let me share myself.”

“WE share you…”

“yeah, yeah. Without you I would never have opened myself to it.”

They kissed, slowly and open-mouthed, his hand caressing her breast. I had learned something about them, it felt like becoming a part of something intimate. When we were all horny and turned on beforehand it wouldn’t have been possible to speak like this.

“So are you going to have one of us again?” he asked.

“Oh yes. Ian I think, and then you again when we get home.”

“That’s just fine. We WERE happy to find a young guy who can reload quickly. I might have a swim though. Don’t do anything TOO naughty to her Ian.”

“She’s just wonderful. I’ll treat her right.”

“I’m glad you see it that way. Remember though, she’s your woman, sexually, until she’s finished with you. Make her do a few things YOU want.”

“Well I have a few minute to think of something” I said, lifting my flaccid cock.

“Hopefully not too long” Tess said breathily.

Geoff just laughed, then took a deep drink from his water bottle and started towards the sea. My mind began to race. I had five or ten minutes until Tess would want to mount my hard manhood. I drank from my own water bottle, offering her a sip. She looked straight through me with those deep green eyes and I felt in her power, gravitating to the aura of pure sexual power she gives off.

“So, do you have any ideas?”

I did. Dirty ones. Fantasies I couldn’t have dreamed of filling before meeting them, even in my wildest adventures (which may become other stories).

“Yes. A few.”

“And?”

“You’ll see.”

I reached into my own small bag, taking out sassy-brand anal lube and a few durex magnums from it. “You won’t need those.”

My eyebrow raised. Geoff knew I was clean, and I knew they were, but still…

“I’m on the pill. Geoff agreed to meet you, you’re safe. We’re free to play naturally, however we like.”

“You don’t know what I’m planning.”

“I can guess. But we’ll see when the time comes. Surprise me, you’re new and you can still do that.”

“I want to take you off the beach. Even here we might be a little too wild. Let’s go up into the trees.”

“Oh, you think I might scream?”

“Yea, or I might.”

“Well then…” she hung on the ‘then’, making it a long seductive sound. Like the JOI video where the thick-bottomed hostess slowly says “hello there” before making you stroke in time with the slow wiggle of her voluptuous bottom.

“Shall we?” I stood up slowly, offering her a hand that she didn’t take, preferring to show her long legs as she squatted and slowly stood.

We walked off the warm sand and into the coolness of the shade, slipping between the trees, penetrating the forest until we found a small clearing 20 or 30 feet from the sand, large maple leaves and soft grass covering the ground.

Tess turned to me. “The safe word is cherries. I know you want to get bossy, and I might get physical. Take me how you want.”

(Part IV. Last Part. I finished it with the orgasm, since a lot of denouement is out of place in this sub. There are more Ian, Tess, and Geoff stories I could write, so if they’re well-received and I do another I’ll start with a few words about the end of this one. As always, let me know what you think, or what you’d like to hear more/less of.)

We were alone, just Tess and I in the small clearing. Soft grass sprung up between our toes as we stood naked in nature. Her demand, ‘tell me what you want’ hung in my mind. I set the bum lube (the hot pink label proclaimed it ‘sASSy’) and the extra-thin, large latex durexes (durexii?) into the crook of a tree. I turned around, looking at Tess’s slender stomach, soft rosé rose nipples, and the gleaming piercing coddled between the lips of her sex.

She looked at me expectantly. “Well?”

“Stay there.” I took the two steps forward and pushed her against the tree, spreading her legs slightly with my knee. Staring into her eyes I saw anticipation. My hand slid around her ass, pulling her forward until my soft tip pressed to her piercing. I slapped her ass.

“Mmmh” she moaned, I slapped again, harder, just bringing color to her pale skin. We kissed, my tongue exploring smoothness of her small mouth. The hand that wasn’t grasping at the taut cheek of her ass went to her breast, making small circles around her nipple. Languidly I brought my mouth to her other nipple, taking it in, running my tongue around her flesh and the piercing, feeling it tense and stiffen.

She began to lean back, and I pulled her roughly forward again. Dropping to my knees I gently kissed her below the navel. Moving down her stomach I could taste her sweat, smelling the feminine musk of her as sweat mingled with sex. At last my tongue was between her legs, teasing softly at her most sensitive of spots. Her taste intoxicated me. Pure desire welled up as I began to lick and suck and softly bite her. Her pierced hood and the clit beneath moved in and out my mouth; my tongue went along her lips and into her yielding entrance. Every soft moan brought a stronger reaction from me, making her moan more loudly and continuing the cycle. Her hands cupped my head, pulling me deeper as if willing me to enter her more profoundly with my tongue. I couldn’t so her hands only ruffled my hair as they clenched in pleasure.

“I… I’m g-going to COME!”

My tongue continued its languid circuit.

“Really I’m going to come!”

I kept on, feeling her hips thrust forward.

“REALLY!” Her voice went high-pitched as she gushed, ejaculating across her left thigh and my chest. I looked up while still exploring her with my tongue.

“I… I squirt when I have to pee.” It was a surprise to see her embarrassed, a chink in her incredible sexual confidence.

“You have to pee?”

“Yeah. I just didn’t know where to go.”

“Here. In front of me.”

“What?” She looked surprised, eyes widening a little.

“I’ve never watched a woman pee before. You’ll do it in front of me.”

“Oh… okay I guess.”

“Here, just like this.”

I pushed her legs apart slightly, stepping to the side.

“No.”

“No?”

“At least let me squat.”

“Sure, fine. Whatever’s most comfortable.”

“That wouldn’t include you watching.”

“I might touch.”

“Don’t.”

I shrugged, then squatted beside her. Her face and the source of her inevitable stream were in view. A clear trickle began.

“Don’t worry, there’s more.” She spit out sarcastically.

“I hope.” My hand went onto her hamstring, feeling the muscle tense in her squat.

“Dirty boy.” I wondered if she would call it out. Cherries. The safeword.

“So?”

She shrugged and the stream from between her legs came to a torrent. I slid my hand further between her legs, the tip of my middle finger now between her lips, feeling the heat of the hissing stream. No ‘stop’, no ‘cherries’ only a curious look. I had to. Some compulsion drove it. My finger entered her, feeling the pulsing warmth of the clear piss that was shooting by on the other side of the wall of her cunt.

“VERY dirty” she slowly moaned as her stream arced under the pressure of my fingertip. Now it was crossing our feet instead of forming a foaming puddle between her legs.

She finished abruptly. My finger came out of her and ran through the final drops as they hung from her lips. We locked eyes.

“Don’t tell Geoff.”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t. I’ll tell you about it next time we play.”

“Ok. Now what?”

“Stand up.”

I did. She stayed squatting, staring at the part of me at eye-level.

“Not hard yet?”

“No, but I could probably get hard again.”

“Good.”

She took me into her mouth, the warmth of her skilled tongue stirring me. She worked slowly and with certainty. The warmth of her slender tongue circled my head, played across its opening, and then teased the underside of me as she took my hardening cock full into her mouth. I swelled against her cheek and she took me moaning loudly into her throat. Her movements brought me closer and closer to full size. Groaning with pleasure as her mouth tightened around my enlarging endowment I begged her to take me deeper and deeper until she gagged lightly on taking me fully into her mouth.

“That’s all you get. Now you have to find a new place for it.” Her eyes were defiant, gleaming at me as she slowly stroked me. Heavy strands of spit hung from me at the end of each stroke.

“Get up.”

“Now, put your hands on the tree. Just over your head. Keep your legs spread a bit.”

“From the back? A bit impersonal, don’t you think?”

“Maybe. But I want to watch you…” my fingers fell on her slightly open anus “quiver when you come.”

“Very naughty. I think you just want to put a few fingers, or maybe something else, in.”

I slapped her ass, surprised at my own dominance. “And you’ll let me.”

“But then next time you might be at my mercy…”

“I look forward to it. Now…” I spread her legs slightly. She arched her back, offering up her sex and a view of her other entrance. I leaned over to spit gently on it. By the time I straightened up her loosened rosette had already taken it in. I left her to wonder about my intentions, instead slowly sliding my glans between her soft folds; I didn’t enter but only teased over the sensitive flesh, prodding her piercing and teasing the entrance to her wetness noncommittally. She reached back to stroke my balls and the base of my shaft, silently enticing me to penetrate her.

Her small moans, the ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ and ‘uuhs’ that came out low and breathily were almost unbearable. I pushed lightly at the opening of her cunt and she leaned back to receive me. In a violent motion I penetrated her with all of my force, sinking into her depths. The natural warmth of her was incredible. The sensory overload of her hot wetness and of all the smoothness, roughness, and pressure of her interior made me lean forward to support myself on her and on the tree instead of on weak knees. I could see her gasping face and feel the limits of her trembling depth as my endowment approached them.

My lips lightly brushed her ear as I whispered to her. “I may have to finish in here after I try your ass.” She brought her hand forcefully around my head, stopping me from straightening up until she whispered back.

“No ass to vag.”

“I brought the condoms.”

“No. If you go in my ass you have to finish in there. Choose.”

It was a real debate. Preoccupied with it, I worked deeply and firmly in and out of her, the steady rhythm letting me think. In all honesty I was unsure about finishing into her au naturel on our first meeting, and her butt was very enticing. The trouble was, I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to pull out of her.

Preferring to go on instinct I turned her around. Reaching under her upper legs and ass I lifted her against the tree, my cock now working within her from a different, tighter, angle.

“I thought you wanted to watch me quiver?”

I stopped tonguing her nipple. “I can feel it instead. Put some lube on my finger.”

She fumbled to get it from its resting place and pour it on to me. “Don’t be too rough.”

“I won’t.” My fingers slid inside the entrance of her bum, my thumb and palm supporting her now-spread cheek.

“Am I tighter with cock in me?”

Her dirty mouth was a turn-on. “Yea. I’d like to share you with Geoff some time, but your little cunt might not be able to take us both.”

“Oh you’d never get him to share a hole. You’d have to let him have me in the ass.”

A deep stroke silenced us, I could feel her wetness running down past the base of my cock and my fingers pressing into the back of her vagina from the other side. She moaned softly at the depth and fullness. I began to work in her slowly and precisely. My firm tip stroked rhythmically over the roughness of her g-spot, tantalizing us both.

“Oh Tess!” I could feel her begin to tighten around me as her orgasm built.

“Don’t stop, keep pressing into me just there!”

I gave a few more thrusts until her tightness began to contract around me. Her entire nethers quivered and shook in a release of pleasure, her cunt enveloping my manhood tightly as the motion of my fingers was arrested by the clench of her tight ring. I continued to pierce her womanhood as deeply as possible through her orgasm, my mouth closing over hers to stifle her cries. When her quivers eased into slight tremors of pleasure I could feel my own orgasm building. The warmth pooling in my perineum and in my balls was matched only by the warmth of her wet-hot cunt, but I knew an even warmer place. With a quick motion I lifted her slightly, changing the angle of her firm ass as my fingers slid out.

The slight moans and gasps of her subsiding orgasm became a half-stifled “Oh FUCK!” as my cock parted her feminine anus.

I sank into her with an immense pleasure, feeling the tightness of a woman’s ass for the first time. Slicked with her wetness my endowment easily parted her heat, slick with the lube my fingers had pushed in. The incredible warmth was almost painful. In her ass I could barely stand it, my knees buckling as we slid down slightly. “My god Tess you’re on fire in there!”

“Too much for you? Young guys are funny some times.” She put her feet on the ground and pushed me back, down onto my knees.

“I want to be back in you!”

“You will. I won’t deny you. This time.” A deviant smile crossed her slight lips. Skilled hands lubed me, and then she kneeled over me, easing backwards onto my cock as we glistened beneath a light film of sweat and sex in the few rays of sun dancing down through the canopy.

“FUCK ME!” I roared out as she pushed herself down, taking all of me.

“That’s just what I’m doing.”

Now she was back in complete control, knowing she could please or tease at will. Obsessed with the thought of a blissful release in the depths of her ass I reached around to toy with her clit, stroking the bar of her piercing over it in the hope it would excite her enough to forget about teasing me. Her ass continued its steady circuit, up and down with a slight wiggle of the hips, sweat beading on her lean back and the pert ass that was engulfing my cock.

Her breathing got slightly shallower, slightly less regular, and the motion of her bum followed. Feeling the limits of my sexual endurance approaching I rose slightly. One hand massaging her sensitivities and the other firmly on her hip I began to put fast, deep strokes into her. For nearly a minute she screamed and moaned as I moaned and tried to sink even deeper into her, and then I came. Long spurts of white-hot cum erupted from me, lost into the hot depths between her firm buttocks, into the little rose that seemed unable to swallow me whole but had. I folded forward over her as we fell onto the cool grass. My final slow strokes of her clit brought her to another orgasm, her twitching bumhole massaging the final drops of cum from my half-hard cock. We layed together, smelling of sex and sweat, until my dwindling erection slipped from her and we began to walk back to the beach, thick whiteness making an attractive mess in the cleft of her firm butt as she walked ahead of me.

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