Dipping my cock in and out of her wet cunt, I slathered my shaft with her juices. Then I slid my cock inside her ass with one swift push. Her asshole tightened up around my shaft and held me still for a brief moment. Then she began thrusting back at me, allowing my cock farther visitation rights inside her rear canal.
Bucking and thrusting, we were both moaning, our bodies sweat-drenched as a cool August Brussels breeze swept through our hotel room. My come rushed through my shaft, and I pulled out to paint Melinda’s asscheeks with my cream before settling down beside her.
I was tired from a long day of sightseeing, but I stayed awake even after Melinda had drifted off to sleep, staring at the loveliest sight Brussels had to offer—my beautiful wife.
—D.K., Dayton, Ohio
NUDE BEACH PROVIDES THE PERFECT LOCALE FOR COUPLE’S DARING UNDERWATER TRYST
My husband, Clay, and I are pretty adventurous, but we’d never tried anything as daring as what we did last summer while visiting a nude beach.
Looking for a vacation getaway, we recently bought a condo in Florida. One day we were driving out of the Bal Harbour shops in a ritzy part of town, when I read in our guidebook that there was a nude beach not too far away. It was very hot out, and my clothes were sticking to me, so the idea of getting naked and jumping into the ocean sounded divine. Neither Clay nor I had ever been to a nude beach before, but as soon as I read the description of the nudist playground to my husband, he looked over at me with the most devilish expression. I immediately noticed a bulge beginning to tent his shorts. That only added to the heat I was already feeling, and pretty soon we were keeping our eyes peeled for the exit to Haulover Park Beach.
Pulling into the parking lot, we could barely contain our excitement. Before we left the car, Clay leaned over and thrust his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply. My husband groped my breasts through my clinging tank top and I crossed my legs tightly, squeezing my aroused pussy between my thighs. I reached for my husband’s lap and felt his hard member yearning to bust through his pants.
Knowing that we would soon be stripping off our clothes in front of a beach full of strangers got me so hot that I could barely keep from riding my husband’s rigid cock right there in the parking lot! But I was also eager to get out of the steamy car and feel the ocean water lapping at my body, so I tore myself away from Clay’s kiss and jumped out of the car. My husband soon followed, and together we headed toward the shore.
As soon as we emerged from the shady underpass, naked bodies filled our vision in all directions. We stood, awestruck, for a few moments as we took in the amazing sight of all of that bare flesh. There were bodies of all shapes and sizes, cocks with piercings through the head and some that even attached to the scrotum! I also saw a woman with a gold labia ring that was gleaming beautifully in the sunlight. I was stunned and stood staring in my place until Clay pulled me by the arm toward the ocean.
We spread out our towels near the water, right next to another couple about our age. To be frank, the man had the largest penis I’d ever seen. When his companion caught my gaze, she giggled and said, “You can see why I like to show him off.”
I nearly choked on my own laughter, and suddenly Clay and I both felt self-conscious, realizing that we were the only people on the beach wearing clothes. So as not to seem like voyeuristic gawkers, we gave each other a nod and then peeled off all our clothes. Clay’s cock was still at half-mast, but my nipples stiffened to peak hardness as soon as they encountered the warm ocean breeze. Wow, did that feel good!
There was something so freeing about standing there completely naked, where everyone could see us. I keep my pussy shaved, so I felt even more exposed, knowing that there was nothing between my delicate folds and the world around me. I lay down on the towel and took a deep breath, enjoying the warm rays of the sun blanketing my skin until I felt a shade come over me. I opened my eyes to see Clay looming above me, wearing nothing but a smile.
“Let’s go in the ocean,” he said, reaching his hand out for mine and helping me up. We started running toward the waves as my hair blew in the wind and kept running, straight into the water until we were shoulder-deep in the sea. I closed my eyes and dunked my head back, enjoying the feel of the refreshing water engulfing my entire body.
When I came up, I slicked back my long dark hair and opened my eyes. I didn’t see Clay, but seconds later I felt his hands encircling my waist underwater and his wet lips kissing my neck. He moved even closer to me and pressed his muscled chest against my back while his hard cock throbbed against my ass. Our skin was moist and pliant, and our bodies floated in the water as I turned around to meet his kiss face-to-face.
As our tongues swam in each other’s mouth, I captured Clay’s torso with my legs, my heels clasped around his tapered waist. His erection was flush against my pussy as the waves of the water made it brush back and forth against my labia, further arousing my clit. The sensation made my hot little button swell, and it felt so different in the water, like it was pulsing in slow motion with the ebb and flow of the tide. I quickly became insatiably horny and attacked my husband with furious kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck, urging him to thrust his dick into my needy cunt.
“You want to do it right here, babe?” Clay said. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I murmured against his ear as I nipped it roughly with my teeth. “I need it now, I’m so turned on and I can’t wait.”
I held on to Clay tightly as he moved us out a little farther, so we wouldn’t be too close to any other people. Luckily he’s a strong swimmer, so he was able to maneuver us in that awkward position. It was worth it, though, once he met my gaze and slowly worked his dick in between my folds. He hovered his cockhead at the entrance to my hole, letting my slippery pussy juice coat the very tip to make it easy for him to slide inside.
My inner walls quivered, aching to be stuffed full of his cock as my body floated in the water. Finally I moved myself closer to Clay, urging him inside me, relishing the slow stretching of my pussy around his massive girth. Ah, it felt so good to be spread open like that as he shoved deeper inside my hungry canal.
Once my pussy had swallowed his entire length, I made him stay still as my vagina pulsated around his shaft. Together we took a deep breath and went underwater, connected at the core. When we came up for air, I was ready to bounce on his cock, which I did as he swirled us around in the waves, each rise making him move deeper in as I dug my heels into his back. We felt weightless in the water, and as the pleasure rose inside me I let go of Clay and lay back to float as he grabbed hold of my hips and continued to pump into my pussy.
I looked up at the sky, feeling the warm sun caress my nipples as they poked out from the water’s surface. Then I closed my eyes and grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples, making them even harder as the ecstasy of orgasm spread from my seething center throughout my body. Waves of pleasure coursed through me as my husband’s stiff cock gracefully thrust in and out of my hot pussy.
Clay’s fingers dug into my hips and I knew he was close, too. I sat back up and hugged him tightly, feeling every inch of his steely cock twitching inside me. “It’s so wet,” he whispered, then groaned deeply as he filled me with a warm load of come. We held each other like that for a while, hoping the waves were giving us some cover from the other swimmers in the distance, but in the back of my mind, I hoped at least someone had seen the fun we had.
We parted, and the water felt cool on the front of my body, then we both swam back to shore, emerging from the water holding hands, like we were the only two people on earth.
Somehow the sea of naked people on the sand no longer seemed so novel, but more beautiful and natural. We made it back to our towels and, spent and relaxed, lay down to soak in the sun, watching the salt water bead up on our bare skin.
It was an incredible day and a real awakening for Clay and me. We stayed on the beach until the sun went down, huddled together and wrapped in our beach towel for warmth. Reluctantly, we put
on our clothes and walked back to the parking lot.
Once in the car, we made out for a few minutes until Clay’s dick began to swell again. I reached down and freed it from his shorts and then swooped down to suck the whole length into my throat. I delighted in the salty taste of the sea on his skin and slurped and swirled my tongue all over the head. Clay moaned each time I swallowed him deeply, and it wasn’t long before he filled my mouth with another delicious load of cream. After drinking it down, I wiped the corners of my mouth and told him I was ready to go home.
It wasn’t too long a drive back to the condo, which was good, considering we went back to the nude beach every day during that trip, and we continue to visit it every time we’re in Florida. We’ve even made some friends who we’re looking into vacationing with elsewhere—though only at destinations that have a spectacular nude beach, of course.
—E.P., New York, New York
VACATION INSPIRES LUSTY COUPLE TO FIND CREATIVE PLACES TO SPANK HER
A favorite sexual activity for my husband, George, and I is spanking. We do it any chance we get, and have from the moment we met each other. But our upcoming vacation to Cape Cod to visit his family left us in a quandary—where could we go for some privacy in order to fulfill our spanking quota? We’d learned from past experience that we’re loud when he spanks me, so I took it upon myself to scope out any possible private nooks when we arrived. Lo and behold, I found a secluded cabin only five minutes away, and as soon as we could manage it, we made our getaway.
We held hands on the way over, and just knowing that I was finally going to get ravaged by my sexy husband was enough to make me dripping wet. Once inside the cabin, I looked up at him and immediately dropped to my knees, needing to have his cock in my mouth at that very moment. He undid his pants to reveal his impressively hard cock, and I quickly took him all the way down my throat, my pussy aching all the more as I tasted every inch of his manhood. But before I could really get into it, he stopped, sat down in a chair, and motioned for me to lie across his lap. The time for my spanking had arrived.
I got a chill throughout my body as he lowered my shorts and panties to reveal my bare bottom. I love nothing more than when he takes his strong hand to my butt, delivering hard smacks that redden my asscheeks and get me turned on beyond belief. He started off with a slight warm-up, a tease really, because he knows I can take much more. I longed to say something to urge him on, but knew he would work his way up to what I could take. So I lay there, one hand pressed to the floor for balance as he brought his hand across each of my cheeks, spanking me over and over again. With each blow, I absorbed the glorious stinging feeling and reveled in the warmth that raced through my body.
I squirmed on his lap, feeling his increasingly hard erection pressing against my stomach, thrilling me with the temptation of what was to come. But for now, I let his hand rain smack after smack down on me. He had developed quite the technique over the years, and with the slightest cupping of his hand could make his whacks feel that much more forceful. I loved the way he peered down at me so intently, like my every reaction and every mark he caused to form on my asscheeks mattered to him.
He took his spanking seriously and wanted to be the best spanker he could be. I could tell because during our many sessions, every once in a while he would try something new. He would move me slightly or use more force or try out a new toy, just to see how I would react. Usually, his impulses were correct, and he’d have me howling with that delicious blend of pleasurable pain that I adore. This time was no exception, as he ordered me to stand against the wall and put my hands up flat. When he hit me next, I felt the impact deep inside my pussy. I gasped in ecstasy, and dared to turn around. “What was that?”
My ass felt like it had just been pounded with something incredibly hard, yet I knew that there was nothing special in this room. “This,” he said, showing me his fingers balled up, and when he did it again, I peeked over my shoulder. Rather than stinging, this technique of his created a thud that seemed to settle deep into my body, creating new layers of arousal.
There always comes a point in my spankings when I am so overwhelmed with lust that I’m not sure if I want him to keep spanking me or to fuck me. Well, in all honesty, I want it all. But I know that he will always make the best decision for me—he’s done it every time so far, which is why I continue to trust him.
“Are you ready, Marcy?” he asked, his voice playful but with a deep current of desire lurking just below the surface.
“Yes, please, I’m ready for your cock, baby,” I said, shivering as he turned me around so I was straddling him on the chair, his member pressing urgently up against me. I lifted myself slightly, feeling the stretch in my thighs, and stared into his eyes as I slowly lowered myself down onto his length. He held me steady as his cock entered me, stretching me and filling me all at once. I settled my weight on to his thighs and held on to him, then truly let myself go, focusing my entire being on the way his cock felt inside my pussy. It was glorious, and after all the erotic heat generated by his spanking, my body was tingling. Every move we made felt amazing, like he was fucking my whole body, and I kept shuddering against him. When he grabbed me by the hips, his fingers digging into my tender backside, I lost it, collapsing against him as my orgasm raced through me. As soon as my pussy started to spasm, George also unleashed his own load, quivering beneath me as his come spurted into my cunt.
We walked back to the beach house, and I felt goose bumps form on my arms every time George lightly brushed against my asscheeks. I was already looking forward to my next spanking.
The next day, we were both horny all over again, and we headed to a secluded beach about a mile down the road. Once the sun had properly roasted us, we swam out to a raft we’d seen from the shore. It was the perfect resting spot, and we took a little nap. When I woke up, squinting my eyes against the sun, George had positioned himself behind me. I could feel his cock against my backside, making itself known, and wiggled against him, darts of desire invading my pussy as I felt his nearness. I moved again so that I was sliding along his cock, and then I made a truly bold move by peeling down my bikini bottoms so that nothing separated us.
I reached behind me and fondled his cock underneath his swim trunks, smiling as I felt it jerk in my hand. My pussy was now completely slick with my juices, anticipating his cock plunging into me. But when I turned over and tried to take off his shorts completely, he stopped me, turning me back around with his muscular arms. I opened my mouth to speak, but when I felt his hands fondling my asscheeks, I remained silent, letting him arouse me as he increased the pressure until he was squeezing my cheeks with a good amount of pressure. Automatically, I rolled over onto my stomach, and he moved with me. He brushed his fingertips across my slit, but that was just a momentary tease, because in moments, he was striking my ass with his hand, giving me those firm smacks that I craved so dearly.
I pressed my body against the surface of the raft, grinding my clit against it as he increased the pace and intensity of his whacks. He leaned toward me and blew on the back of my neck. Each time his hand hit my ass, I felt a wave of heat, quickly followed by a pleasant chill, pass through my body. Every movement he made caused us to rock the raft slightly, so we teetered on the water. The sun beat down on my back as he continued to turn my ass a rosy red. “Marcy, you have the most gorgeous butt I’ve ever seen, and it’s all mine.”
“That’s right, baby, you can do anything you want to it,” I told him, thrilled that what he wanted to do was spank every inch of my firm, curved rear end. I prided myself on keeping my body in shape, but made sure to keep enough flesh on my ass to make the spankings enjoyable for both of us. He sped up his smacks, hitting me over and over again in the same spot, one on my right cheek and one on my left, until I thought I might simply melt into the water. My whole body felt liquefied with pleasure.
When he let loose with a torrent of his hardest smacks yet, I knew he was gearing up to fuck me. His cock had to be achi
ng by now. When he was done, he rubbed his hand over my warm buttocks, tenderly patting them. George knows me so well that he didn’t even bother asking if I was ready for his cock, he just spread my legs wide and shoved the entire length of his dick inside me. I’d been ready since the first smack, so the feeling of his cock filling me up was perfect. I opened my legs as wide apart as I could and kept my pussy tightened around him. What could be more wonderful, I thought, than getting spanked and then fucked into oblivion under the sun’s rays? Absolutely nothing. In no time at all, I was coming, bucking back against him and shaking the raft with my orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes!” was all he could say as he pulled out and shot his load onto my backside, the warm liquid hitting my sore asscheeks. This was a great place for him to come on me, because all we had to do was hop in the water to wash off!
Nobody was the wiser about our extracurricular activities, and we managed to keep our hands off each other except when we had some privacy. When we got back home, all we had to do was mention Cape Cod to get us in the mood for some good, old-fashioned spanking.
—M.L., Portland, Maine
LONDON DAY-TRIPPERS ENJOY SEX AMONG HUGE STONE MONUMENTS
London has always been one of my favorite cities. Until recently all my visits there were for business reasons, and although I was usually in and out of the city in three days, I still managed to take in the city’s major tourist sites. What I had never had time to do was explore the attractions on the outskirts of London. The countryside. Magical castles, medieval country manors, Stonehenge, the birthplace of the Bard—that was the part of England I wanted to see.
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