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17/06/2021
We're keen sailors and prefer to sail in late summer, early fall. It's low season in Scandinavia, still warm, not much traffic neither on the water nor in the mostly cheap marinas.
We left early in the morning and set sail to an island with a long white beach on its east coast. The wind was unusually warm, like someone had turned on an immense hairdryer. I wore a bikini and a long top when we cast off. At ten o'clock was no difference between man and woman; Paul and I wore swim trunks only. Around noon local sailors and holidaymakers passed by. The best helmsman on board is the autopilot. I switched it off and sailed the yacht myself for the pleasure of Paul and other crews within sight. Paul speculated how many of these guys would love to come over and suck my tits. I thought his focus on tits too narrow and dropped the pants as well.
I love sailing naked. Today, in the warmth, the wind playing on my skin, boobs, and pussy, I felt caressed all day long. Late afternoon we made it to an almost empty marina. Adequately dressed in a bikini and top again, we moored the yacht. I could have been naked since nobody was around, but Paul didn't express a wish in the direction and focused his doings on two delicious gin tonic instead.
The scenery of the marina and the nearby long beach looked pretty with its golden sand and lovely dunes. The opportunity to swim a few laps was too good to miss. Paul was exhausted, got too much of both alcohol and sun. Luckily he wasn't sunburned. Since we had no particular plans, he encouraged me to go ahead while he had a nap and joined me later. So I grabbed a bag, a towel, sandals and left.
We're familiar with this stretch of seaside and know the best spots where to go. I entered the beach, took off the sandals, and enjoyed the warmth of the sand under my feet. The sun's red disc was about to touch the horizon in the next hour, yet the sky was already marvelous illuminated.
An alcoholic drink before, a perfect sailing day, the warmth, in short, I was high-spirited. A quick look around. Half a dozen joggers or so ran along the beach. Mostly guys, one woman only. She wore a tight black bustier to keep her big tits in check. Yet they bounced happily up and down, a joy to look at. But no one paid any attention to her. All the better, I thought.
Two elderly guys stood naked in the water in front of the furthest sandbank enjoying the waves rolling in. Naked on this particular beach is almost standard. I stopped and pulled off the bikini top. The bikini was a gift from Paul with two outstanding features: it turns transparent when wet and, very convenient, it's stashable behind a postcard stamp. Free of their 'big cotton prison,' my breasts bounced and swung happily. I ran my free hand over one, enjoyed the fullness and weight, lowered the head, and sucked a nipple. Girls in porn movies perform this all the time, and hence, erected, they pointed slightly up to the sun. Great! Nothing feels better to me than taking off my bra and getting long erected nipples. Well, some things are better, but this is a pretty close second. Just in case you're analyzing me, there's no point in sucking my tits on the beach for no reason; that's true. Except for one tiny detail, I enjoy it!
I turned to the naked men and toyed with the idea of joining them, curious how quick and hard their dicks will get. I would lie if I was to say Paul's fantasy watching me getting fucked by a stranger, especially at the beach, didn't affect me. To be honest, it was my first wild fantasy as a teenager, naked on the beach, fucking every Adonis I liked. In bed, I masturbated as often as I hoped to be fucked by others. A pornographic fantasy that I always kept deep in my secret dreams. And yet, very faintly, I wished to be able to live the dream one day.
I dropped the bag, ran briskly in the water, dived, and swam to the sandbank right between the guys. The coolness of the water fired up my horniness as I experienced it the first time as a teenage girl. The breasts got pretty firm, the pussy lips contracted. I stepped out of the water, a brief look at the guy's points of my interest. Slightly erected cocks, probably caused by the cold water and the wind. I know my effect on guys very well, bent deeply forward, raised the upper body vividly upwards, and made the hair and tits flying. Being wet, it's the best way to get attention.
A surf rolled in, higher and more powerful than I had expected, and before I knew it, it rushed me off the feet. So much for attention and swagger. It took me a moment to get along since I couldn't tell left or right, up and down. Suddenly someone grabbed my left arm. A second later, I felt a hand to my right. The two guys had come over and helped me out. I wiped the water out of the eyes and saw two men in their fifties, gray hair one, bald the other who had shaved even his dick and balls. Both men were in excellent physical condition. The gray-haired man grinned, raised a hand, and hold up my bikini briefs. The wave had opened the loosely tighten strings. Nude in front of two strangers. Great!
I stepped close to him and hugged him. My tits on his chest had the desired effect as I felt his dick on the legs. I turned to the other one, did the same; besides, I hugged him more tightly when several high waves rolled in. Out of a reflex or so, I put an arm around him. He grabbed both upper legs and lifted me. I hate it when someone holds me unsolicited and restricts my freedom of movement. I hesitated for a moment to put him in his place, but the strong and attractive man turned me on, and so did the weird situation with two naked men in the water, far away from the beach. Horny as I was, I put the legs tightly around his waist and squeezed my body against him. Together we enjoyed the spray of the waves, our chance encounter, savored the moment of nakedness. He was the strongest man ever I came across nude. I did not know anything about him, but I felt safe in his arms. He was like a solid rock in the open sea. He enjoyed my laugh, my long wet hair on his shaved torso, and my full tits on his chest. We did not speak but laughed and screamed with joy. His big hands moved slowly towards my butt cheeks and cupped them firmly. I liked his cautious attempt of getting more intimate, tightened the legs around his hips, loosened the grip on his neck, slid down until my pussy touched his penis root, and was perplexed by the size and stiffness of his manhood. His dick had parted my pussy-lips. Wow!
The water was smooth again, I kissed him goodbye on the cheek, and he let go of me. I put on the bikini slowly for the two guys' benefit, blew kisses, swam back to my belongings, went on quickly, and stopped at a secluded part of the beach.
In summer, a paradise for families and children, not exactly the best location for being naked. Many cottages are located directly behind the dunes. A brief look, no one around, shutters closed, one car only. I dropped the bag and filled the bikini cups with sand, a signpost for Paul later. It would be a pity to lose the briefs again, took them off too, molded the sand to a glorious pussy, put the cloth on it, and rushed butt naked in the water.
I swam to one of the outer sandbanks, stepped out of the water, and got goose pimples in the wind. The coolness of the sea had made my tits firm and round shaped like a decade ago. That's why I take an ice-cold shower at home when Paul wishes to take photos of me, vintage style. An impressive vessel plowed through the nearby shipping channel slowly. Two sailors, dark-skinned, most likely Filipinos, stood in the bridge's open door, watching me with binoculars. I felt like a mermaid and shook what I got. They waved a free hand each in response. One put a hand on his crotch. I did the splits on one foot, put one finger on the clit, and pretended to lick it off histrionically. The guys yelled, ran down a gangway, in distress to see more of me. Despite its low speed, the vessel made good progress. Quickly, I shook the body like a dancer in a strip club and laid down eagle-spread. They enjoyed the show until the ship was out of sight. I had a pretty good idea, what they would do later. I felt happy for them, swam a few laps, got back to the beach, and collected some colorful shells. Walking to my bag, I saw two guys sitting next to it. A long empty beach, plenty of space, but these idiots have to sit next to me. Okay, let's see who is in charge. I took a deep breath, a straight posture, stretched the tits out like torpedoes, pulled the belly in, and went forcefully back to my place.
Two guys in their late twenties sat next to my bikini, a cooler between them, beer cans in hands. The sight of the two puzzled me a second; they could be a carbon copy of each other.
The young men smiled politely, got up at the same time, and excused their poor behavior. The two explained, they got excellent news this week, strolled along the beach, saw me seducing the officers, noticed my bag, top filled with sand, a splendid pussy, and thought they must get to know me. They are Danish, twins, Eric and Christian, and just did their doctorates in medicines. And there I stood, naked in front of two fresh doctors. I believed the story, felt relaxed, even safe, expressed my best wishes, and took my towel.
'So, you want to get to know me,' I replied.
They smiled sheepishly and sat down. 'We saw you were doing the splits and spreading the legs,' Eric said, 'and placed a bet about your age. You know, we came across many nude women.' He opened the cooler, took out three cans of beer, and handed one to me. I wrapped the towel around the chest, knelt in front of them, opened the beer, and took a gulp. Chris continued. 'Eric bet you're in your mid-twenties because of your sexual drive, but I disagreed. Judging by your bra's size, your
picture book perfect womanly figure, I said, you are in your late thirties, early forties … a kind of well-trained yoga woman.'
Picture book perfect womanly figure! He knows his business, I thought. I would lie; his words had the wanted effect on me. I got more relaxed and started to enjoy their company. I unwrapped the towel, stretched out the tits, and dried them a third time, slowly massaging. The nipples, still hard by the water, pointed at the guys. I was highly inspired by a beautiful day, a leap in the water with two naked guys, topped by an unexpected encounter with two educated, handsome twins. Suddenly, I got aware of my damp pussy. The guys must have seen my bald vagina already. Of course, they did; they are men and doctors. The twins' eyes wandered over my body, face, hair, and lost entirely track of where to look most urgently. I lowered the towel, covered my center of lust, and said, 'Besides, I'm not in Yoga, Chris won the bet! Now what?'
They exchanged glances, simultaneously, like actors. Eric said, 'we're going to celebrate a party this weekend. One of the guests is a brunette, a very close friend we know from the university. She, my brother, and I are obsessed. Chris, the lucky winner, is going to spend the weekend with her.
'And the woman?' I asked in disbelief, 'you can't classify or treat her like a car. Feel free and take it for a ride.'
They explained, they are swingers for years, the woman plus a few more, and spoke of a closed circle, a kind of club, six men and six women who trust each other and enjoy their sexual freedom. Being doctors now, the constrictions of ethnic rules and new jobs nearly all over the world soon put an end to the club's golden days. The brunette moves to Switzerland, Eric to Copenhagen, Denmark, and Chris to England.
While they talked, I gulped beer, totally clumsy - unintended, I swear! - and spilled it over the tits, to the navel, between the legs. At once, the guys got up and reached for the towel. I am still not sure what came over me when I suggested a better way to help me. I guess it was the exclusive sex club, a former wish of mine. Back then, I didn't have the courage and the opportunity. Another reason was the brunette - like me - whom they banged so passionately.
Of course, the two understood. Eric asked politely if he might touch me, and since I had my pussy in the wind, who was I to demur. I took the can, put the towel aside, leaned back, and spilled more beer on the open mouth, chin, tits, and belly, like in a cheap porn movie.
Both came closer, stretched out their tongues, and started to lick the beer from my tits. They did it with passionate devotion, much better than I had hoped for, dropped enthusiastic comments on my boobs, massaged, and pulled the nipples that seemed endlessly. Heaven! The nipples looked as if they had made a new record in length. The areolas got hard too, but the two didn't notice. They reached out their hands and gently tapped my inner thighs. I gasped slightly and looked at the two reactions straining their trunks. It has always been a source of delight to me when guys and gals masturbate over my photos and stories, and men get hard when looking at or touching me.
Eric reached for my tits. He twitched the nipple of my left breast, slightly rough when he decided to get behind me. I felt his dick through his shorts. Holding both tits firmly in his hands, Eric squeezed them together for the joy of his brother, who licked and sucked them simultaneously. I spilled more beer for him to lick. Chris's fingers circled my little bud. I reached for his hard prick, got it out of the shorts. It felt good, a decent handful, and very stiff. I kneaded it gently with my 'wrong' hand while I reached for the other cock behind me. Eric pulled his trunks down smartly, which made life easy, although I was slightly annoyed at the finger being removed from my pussy. I took Chris's hand and led it where it should be again, whereas he followed the trace of the beer up to my throat.
Sitting there being fingered, body licked off, a cock in each hand, I closed my eyes. I felt like in a halfway decent porn movie. A high self-esteem woman, 30 plus years old, who enjoys her occasional horniness. A woman obsessed with sex, satisfied by her husband and sometimes others; an escape Paul and I share. Paul, my conjurer, made me discover the hidden pleasure of my soul and pussy, sharped my senses, and realized my exceptional physical and genetic predisposition. He recognized my passion and closeness to pornography. He saw my deepest, hottest wishes and encouraged me to live them up.
Don't get me wrong. It's not sex only. I get satisfying pleasure of stripping in front of others (no family, except my cousin) and seeing their reactions. There is my passion for seducing people, making them hot and horny by my body that they can not think straight anymore, not to forget my meanwhile relaxed attitude in front of the camera and the necessary patience with the photographer. I will always be grateful to Paul for the consequence: my unbridled lust for sex now and again!
I opened the eyes and checked what I held in my hands. One prick was about six inches and thick - the other slightly longer, thinner, and curved. I asked for condoms. 'Wait a minute,' Eric said, ' got up and was soon out of sight behind the dunes. Chris explained while he worked up the chin to my lower lip, they had rented a vacation home for a week; the whole club expected tomorrow night.
Chris suggested 69. I sucked his cock while he ate me out, kissed his knob end, took it between the lips, sucked it gently, and enjoyed the taste. I was soon bobbing back and forth on his lovely manhood when we heard steps! We stopped and saw Eric naked in front of us; a condom pulled over his hard dick already. He handed Chris one and dropped the others, a dozen or so. Eric, not sure what next, looked too alluring not to start doggy. On all fours, he slowly entered me, moved his dick back and forth gently, and became more passionate with each stroke. Before we know it, we climaxed barely a minute later. I love quickies! He pulled his dick out, and Chris penetrated me. He was slightly different from his brother, more sensitive. Well trained, I tightened the kegel muscles and squeezed his dick as much as I could. All fucking partners love this. Chris moaned with pleasure. I caught a glimpse of Eric, who pulled the used condom down and groaned, 'put the cum on my hair.' The moment I felt his load and hand on the skin, I had an orgasm again, Chris seconds later.
I sat down, turned to Eric, pulled back his foreskin, and sucked the bulbous head before taking the shaft deep in my mouth. Chris had emptied his condom on me too. While I alternated between the two members, trying my best to get them hard again, the two played with my tits and focused on my nipples - stiff, squeezed, and, lucky me, pulled. I loved the devotion. The areolas swelled up again, and every single touch turned me on. I continued to suck, alternating, deep throating, paying attention to their balls, all the while they satisfied me.
Soon, they were ready for another fucking session. Both guys pulled on condoms. Eric laid down and asked me to sit on his manhood, facing his feet. I guided his dick in my pussy and rode him. Yet, the two had different plans. Eric grabbed me from behind and mumbled lay down on me. I did, spread the legs, careful to keep his dick inside. Now Chris joined us. He got on the knees, ready to enter me too. Two dicks in my pussy. I never did it before. I was scared and keen on experiencing a fantasy fueled by pornvids. Chris coated his condom with my juice and widened the pussy carefully. The stretching hurt and turned me on. I got some minor spams, and before I knew it, I had two erected cocks inside of me. Wow! It was an incredibly intense stimulating feeling as if my entire pussy would consist of G-spots only. We fucked the hell out of us. As the cocks erupted, I experienced a massive orgasm.
Exhausted, we grasped for breath, laid on the sand, and didn't speak for a while. I looked at the night sky and didn't feel any distance between me and the stars above, the spirit of unlimited freedom.
'Enough condoms left,' I said finally, not believing what I did.
'I might take one,' replied a male voice out of the dusk and stepped forward. It was the bald naked man in the surf I had fun with. 'I couldn't get you out of my mind,' he explained. 'Your perfect body, your awesome tits, and my dick between your pussy-lips. I followed you, saw you flashing on the sandbank. I masturbated. The feeling of your tight pussy on my cock, your firm tits on my chest, your sensual lips kissing me goodbye was far too good to help myself. I thought, no, I prayed there had to be more. I swam down here, saw you fucking these guys, waited, and hope you would give my cock a chance. You're a damn awesome woman!'
'Yeah, she is,' Chris and Eric confirmed, picked up a condom, and handed it to me. Am I crazy enough to fuck him too? The brothers stood to my left and right. I reached down for their penises and took them in my hands. They felt good, but their sexual drive was gone for now. Mine was satisfied, deeply satisfied. I know it sounds weird; I wasn't exhausted.
'You stay with me!' I instructed the brothers, who grinned and nodded simultaneously. I got on the knees, took the guy's dick, and suck him. It tasted of saltwater. His dick got hard soon and pretty thick.
I took his enormous shaft in my mouth, eager to experience him too, and closed my eyes. Dreamy pictures arose, fantasies of bang gangs, prostitutes serving customers, and getting fucked outdoors. I was in a state of sexual ecstasy, got up, pulled a condom over his dick, and said, 'lift me up, like in the water, and slowly fuck me, I'm barely used to this size.'
I put my arms around
his strong neck. He grabbed my legs and lifted me like a doll. I loosened one hand, pulled the pussy lips apart, and guided his dick inside. He penetrated me slowly, firmly grabbed my upper legs, moaned, and muttered, you have no idea how good you do to me. Every stroke he made felt like widening and contracting my womanly tube. His dick felt like the twins together. With both hands around his neck, I leaned back and let him fuck me like a lightweight doll. Chris took a fresh bottle of beer, poured half of it in my open mouth, and served the man too. The big guy had excellent stamina, too good to be distracted. His lower belly pounded in a steady rhythm on my clit. His dick moved what seemed endless out to enter me endlessly again. I squeezed him as much as I did with twins, relaxed the muscles, yet he showed no reaction. I slid my breasts up and down his hairless torso and rubbed my nipples on him. I nippled his right ear and whispered, grab my ass cheeks. He carried on continuously, as I imagine a fucking machine might do.
Tonight I was the hooker of the beach, and I liked to set the pace. 'Wait,' I said, 'lay down, love to ride you.' He did. I sat down on him, made him grab my ass cheeks, bent forward, and let my tits swing and bounce in front of his face. He stretched out the tongue, eager to lick. His heart was pounding, his dick thrusting hard. I tensed my muscles as hard as I could around his penis and let him suck my tits for a while. When I buried his face in-between, he groaned. His body shook in spasms like an earthquake. I felt hot cum through the condom in the vagina. He seized my ass cheeks, sucked my boobs, and I made it to sexual paradise too.
Satisfied, I sat on the guy's lap. His dick still inside of me, slowly losing its size, while he massaged my tits. This night, on a beach, naked, it might sound absurd, led me to a new sexual experience. I was deeply satisfied. Each orgasm demands my energy, sweat, and a moment of exhaustion. In the opposite sense, I felt my vital battery of life got charged, charged up with life.
The stranger starred at my tits, caressed, and massaged them enraptured. His muscular chest moved up and down with every breath he took. Sweat ran down his face. I looked at him, smiled, and enjoyed a genuinely satisfying sensation. I bent forward and kissed him on the cheeks tenderly - a guy whose dick was about to come to life again.
'Ruth, you have to join our club,' one of the twins commented, laughing and stopped my wanton thoughts. The guy got up, completely exhausted, a well-filled condom dangling down from his cock. The twins told him what to do. He emptied his load on my tits and applied it like cream. The way he did it left no doubt, he was clearly in love with my body, maybe even with me. All I can say, it felt so good. He couldn't resist the temptation of my nipples and sucked them passionately. I responded devotedly. Before long, his cock made wolfish facts. I took a condom, put the arms and legs around him, and let him fuck me doll-style again. Just for his pleasure, orgasm or not.
'I can't believe it!' said a familiar male voice out of the night, exuberantly happy. 'Wow! You really made it,' he exclaimed. 'Don't stop! Please, go ahead! I have to see it myself,' the man instructed. It was Paul who had overslept, as he confessed later.
Chris stepped forward, 'who are you?'
'I'm her husband,' Paul answered, grinning. 'I'm her lucky husband,' he added quickly. The big guy let me down and babbled a few apologies. Paul said, 'don't be ridiculous,' looked at me and asked if everything was all right, and the three behaved the way I wanted them.
The big guy apologized again, kissed me goodbye, and quickly disappeared into the darkness. I was sad that he left; the twins looked puzzled too.
Weeks later, I still felt his penis in me, his big hands on my tits, his powerful naked body I sat on, his muscles when he held me tightly in the surf. I still see his eyes in front of me - eyes that spoke of longing and pure lust. And I took a mental note of a stupid Ruth, who didn't follow him and finished what she had started.
I introduced Eric, Chris and told Paul in a few words the story. He spotted the used condoms and said in disbelieve, 'you fucked a lot!' He came closer, kissed me tenderly, and whispered, 'I'm so proud of you. You did it at long last.'
He looked at the twins. 'Sorry for interrupting you. Of course, I can't speak on behalf of Ruth. I got the impression you all were up to more.'
Chris shook his head, dick nicely erected, and said, 'I don't think so. We have a demanding party this weekend. As an afterthought, he added, 'Paul, you must be a happy husband in many perspectives.' Eric stated the same, had a nice erection; only his dick's head was reddened when I bit him. He continued, 'I'd like to invite you over tomorrow night. And don't worry about stamina, Paul. We have enough little blue helpers at home.' Both grinned.
Paul continued. 'What about you, Ruth?'
'Of course, well, I guess, it should be enough for tonight,' I began a bit clumsy, making the others laugh. I picked up the towel and said, 'to be frank with you, it would be reasonable to say it was enough banging tonight. Yet my womanly parts are still in an uproar. I feel like I had touched live wires.' The two doctors looked at each other and said almost together that they couldn't let me go without a closer look. Quickly, the two were between my legs, discussed in Latin, English, and Danish, touched my clit, pulled the lips apart. I played the role on my part, spread the legs for Paul in the first place. They dropped comments about my vaginal discharge and my overdeveloped sexual drive. I had the impression that they liked to explain to Paul what a great woman he was married to and encourage the great woman to screw young doctors on the beach again. They urged Paul to join them. It would be too bad if a husband didn't know the medical of these things, they explained theatrically.
I hope you get the picture. Naked at the beach, three guys on the knees in front of me, examining my pussy. As crazy as it was, I loved it. Perhaps because of it, I laid down on the towel, outstretched the legs next to the head, arms on top, and implored them to continue. Paul loves it when I lay down for him feet over the head. Chris stared at me in disbelief. 'No yoga,' I explained for his enjoyment, a gift of nature.' The truth is, I joined a Yoga course once, didn't like the esoteric talks, bought a porno video workout instead, practiced nude at home, including fucking myself.
They started to finger me and licked off the juice. We were in fits of laughter when the twins mimicked professional whiskey tasters. They coated the fingers again, stuck them deeper, circled my little bud. In short, they wanted me to have another orgasm, and I was only too willing. However, I sat up, looked at their penises, all erected. Paul's too who wore a short. 'Wanna fuck me?' I asked.
'We would love to, really,' the twins proclaimed. I pulled Paul's pants down and said, 'you guys are horny too. You rubbed my clit. Don't let me down now.' I got on the knees. 'Fuck me doggy. Paul, you know, I love it for my life. And don't be sissies. Fuck me as hard as you can. I'm your beach slut for tonight. Get the condoms, now!'
On all fours, hands, and tits in the sand, I raised the butt, spread the legs, and waited for the first to enter. They whispered to each other when a cock penetrated me. Once, twice, the guy moved slowly back and forth, then he came right to the point. He grabbed my upper legs firmly, made brutal strokes, banged his bones on mine. Jeez, it was mind-blowing. Suddenly he pulled his dick out, and another one slipped in. Pretty thick, always tenderly even in the heat of the action, must be Paul. But there were differences. My husband fucked me as hard as I always wanted him, plus his dick was unusually stiff. He grabbed my legs firmly, buried his fingers in my flesh, yet it was too good to complain. I screamed. With that, he slipped out, and one of the twins fucked me. And so it went on. Paul was the first to cum. He cried and shook in spasms like he had drawn his last breath. I saved my orgasm for the last one. Paul out, the twins shared me. It was like a competition in my pussy, who fucks best, hardest, deepest. Now it was me who couldn't stop the climax. The guy inside me moaned as well and fucked me as quickly as a dog. Exhausted, he pulled his dick out when the last one entered me.
I knew I could climax once more, but I need to recover my strength. We both found a relaxed rhythm soon. The guy was sensitive enough to give me time and suggested I should ride him for the benefit of the others. Quickly we swapped positions. I rode him, leaned back, hands next to his feet. The others understood. Paul kissed me French. Eric spilled beer over my tits, belly, pussy and licked it off. He and Paul couldn't get enough. Hands, tongues satisfied me. Eric began to rub my clit and, consequently, his brother's dick. Together we entered orgasmic heaven.
By now, it was pitch dark. We rushed for the sea, swam, dived, and washed. The twins collected their belongings, kissed me goodbye, and disappeared behind the dunes.
Paul pulled on his Bermuda-short. I went back nude, walked past people in the distance, made my way straight to a separated shower cubicle in the marina, where I waited for Paul. He returned quickly, shower gel, fresh towels, top and short in hands.
We kissed passionately, and he fucked me again. I couldn't follow him, but I wanted him to enjoy the moment.
Back on board, I told him in detail what has happened. He asked me to write it down, so here I'm.
At last, a considerable amount of pieces of our likewise huge fantasy puzzle filled in that night. We cast off the next day a muscle hangover in the legs and vagina. At noon all stiffness
was gone, my overdeveloped sexual desires satisfied for a while.
We left early in the morning and set sail to an island with a long white beach on its east coast. The wind was unusually warm, like someone had turned on an immense hairdryer. I wore a bikini and a long top when we cast off. At ten o'clock was no difference between man and woman; Paul and I wore swim trunks only. Around noon local sailors and holidaymakers passed by. The best helmsman on board is the autopilot. I switched it off and sailed the yacht myself for the pleasure of Paul and other crews within sight. Paul speculated how many of these guys would love to come over and suck my tits. I thought his focus on tits too narrow and dropped the pants as well.
I love sailing naked. Today, in the warmth, the wind playing on my skin, boobs, and pussy, I felt caressed all day long. Late afternoon we made it to an almost empty marina. Adequately dressed in a bikini and top again, we moored the yacht. I could have been naked since nobody was around, but Paul didn't express a wish in the direction and focused his doings on two delicious gin tonic instead.
The scenery of the marina and the nearby long beach looked pretty with its golden sand and lovely dunes. The opportunity to swim a few laps was too good to miss. Paul was exhausted, got too much of both alcohol and sun. Luckily he wasn't sunburned. Since we had no particular plans, he encouraged me to go ahead while he had a nap and joined me later. So I grabbed a bag, a towel, sandals and left.
We're familiar with this stretch of seaside and know the best spots where to go. I entered the beach, took off the sandals, and enjoyed the warmth of the sand under my feet. The sun's red disc was about to touch the horizon in the next hour, yet the sky was already marvelous illuminated.
An alcoholic drink before, a perfect sailing day, the warmth, in short, I was high-spirited. A quick look around. Half a dozen joggers or so ran along the beach. Mostly guys, one woman only. She wore a tight black bustier to keep her big tits in check. Yet they bounced happily up and down, a joy to look at. But no one paid any attention to her. All the better, I thought.
Two elderly guys stood naked in the water in front of the furthest sandbank enjoying the waves rolling in. Naked on this particular beach is almost standard. I stopped and pulled off the bikini top. The bikini was a gift from Paul with two outstanding features: it turns transparent when wet and, very convenient, it's stashable behind a postcard stamp. Free of their 'big cotton prison,' my breasts bounced and swung happily. I ran my free hand over one, enjoyed the fullness and weight, lowered the head, and sucked a nipple. Girls in porn movies perform this all the time, and hence, erected, they pointed slightly up to the sun. Great! Nothing feels better to me than taking off my bra and getting long erected nipples. Well, some things are better, but this is a pretty close second. Just in case you're analyzing me, there's no point in sucking my tits on the beach for no reason; that's true. Except for one tiny detail, I enjoy it!
I turned to the naked men and toyed with the idea of joining them, curious how quick and hard their dicks will get. I would lie if I was to say Paul's fantasy watching me getting fucked by a stranger, especially at the beach, didn't affect me. To be honest, it was my first wild fantasy as a teenager, naked on the beach, fucking every Adonis I liked. In bed, I masturbated as often as I hoped to be fucked by others. A pornographic fantasy that I always kept deep in my secret dreams. And yet, very faintly, I wished to be able to live the dream one day.
I dropped the bag, ran briskly in the water, dived, and swam to the sandbank right between the guys. The coolness of the water fired up my horniness as I experienced it the first time as a teenage girl. The breasts got pretty firm, the pussy lips contracted. I stepped out of the water, a brief look at the guy's points of my interest. Slightly erected cocks, probably caused by the cold water and the wind. I know my effect on guys very well, bent deeply forward, raised the upper body vividly upwards, and made the hair and tits flying. Being wet, it's the best way to get attention.
A surf rolled in, higher and more powerful than I had expected, and before I knew it, it rushed me off the feet. So much for attention and swagger. It took me a moment to get along since I couldn't tell left or right, up and down. Suddenly someone grabbed my left arm. A second later, I felt a hand to my right. The two guys had come over and helped me out. I wiped the water out of the eyes and saw two men in their fifties, gray hair one, bald the other who had shaved even his dick and balls. Both men were in excellent physical condition. The gray-haired man grinned, raised a hand, and hold up my bikini briefs. The wave had opened the loosely tighten strings. Nude in front of two strangers. Great!
I stepped close to him and hugged him. My tits on his chest had the desired effect as I felt his dick on the legs. I turned to the other one, did the same; besides, I hugged him more tightly when several high waves rolled in. Out of a reflex or so, I put an arm around him. He grabbed both upper legs and lifted me. I hate it when someone holds me unsolicited and restricts my freedom of movement. I hesitated for a moment to put him in his place, but the strong and attractive man turned me on, and so did the weird situation with two naked men in the water, far away from the beach. Horny as I was, I put the legs tightly around his waist and squeezed my body against him. Together we enjoyed the spray of the waves, our chance encounter, savored the moment of nakedness. He was the strongest man ever I came across nude. I did not know anything about him, but I felt safe in his arms. He was like a solid rock in the open sea. He enjoyed my laugh, my long wet hair on his shaved torso, and my full tits on his chest. We did not speak but laughed and screamed with joy. His big hands moved slowly towards my butt cheeks and cupped them firmly. I liked his cautious attempt of getting more intimate, tightened the legs around his hips, loosened the grip on his neck, slid down until my pussy touched his penis root, and was perplexed by the size and stiffness of his manhood. His dick had parted my pussy-lips. Wow!
The water was smooth again, I kissed him goodbye on the cheek, and he let go of me. I put on the bikini slowly for the two guys' benefit, blew kisses, swam back to my belongings, went on quickly, and stopped at a secluded part of the beach.
In summer, a paradise for families and children, not exactly the best location for being naked. Many cottages are located directly behind the dunes. A brief look, no one around, shutters closed, one car only. I dropped the bag and filled the bikini cups with sand, a signpost for Paul later. It would be a pity to lose the briefs again, took them off too, molded the sand to a glorious pussy, put the cloth on it, and rushed butt naked in the water.
I swam to one of the outer sandbanks, stepped out of the water, and got goose pimples in the wind. The coolness of the sea had made my tits firm and round shaped like a decade ago. That's why I take an ice-cold shower at home when Paul wishes to take photos of me, vintage style. An impressive vessel plowed through the nearby shipping channel slowly. Two sailors, dark-skinned, most likely Filipinos, stood in the bridge's open door, watching me with binoculars. I felt like a mermaid and shook what I got. They waved a free hand each in response. One put a hand on his crotch. I did the splits on one foot, put one finger on the clit, and pretended to lick it off histrionically. The guys yelled, ran down a gangway, in distress to see more of me. Despite its low speed, the vessel made good progress. Quickly, I shook the body like a dancer in a strip club and laid down eagle-spread. They enjoyed the show until the ship was out of sight. I had a pretty good idea, what they would do later. I felt happy for them, swam a few laps, got back to the beach, and collected some colorful shells. Walking to my bag, I saw two guys sitting next to it. A long empty beach, plenty of space, but these idiots have to sit next to me. Okay, let's see who is in charge. I took a deep breath, a straight posture, stretched the tits out like torpedoes, pulled the belly in, and went forcefully back to my place.
Two guys in their late twenties sat next to my bikini, a cooler between them, beer cans in hands. The sight of the two puzzled me a second; they could be a carbon copy of each other.
The young men smiled politely, got up at the same time, and excused their poor behavior. The two explained, they got excellent news this week, strolled along the beach, saw me seducing the officers, noticed my bag, top filled with sand, a splendid pussy, and thought they must get to know me. They are Danish, twins, Eric and Christian, and just did their doctorates in medicines. And there I stood, naked in front of two fresh doctors. I believed the story, felt relaxed, even safe, expressed my best wishes, and took my towel.
'So, you want to get to know me,' I replied.
They smiled sheepishly and sat down. 'We saw you were doing the splits and spreading the legs,' Eric said, 'and placed a bet about your age. You know, we came across many nude women.' He opened the cooler, took out three cans of beer, and handed one to me. I wrapped the towel around the chest, knelt in front of them, opened the beer, and took a gulp. Chris continued. 'Eric bet you're in your mid-twenties because of your sexual drive, but I disagreed. Judging by your bra's size, your
picture book perfect womanly figure, I said, you are in your late thirties, early forties … a kind of well-trained yoga woman.'
Picture book perfect womanly figure! He knows his business, I thought. I would lie; his words had the wanted effect on me. I got more relaxed and started to enjoy their company. I unwrapped the towel, stretched out the tits, and dried them a third time, slowly massaging. The nipples, still hard by the water, pointed at the guys. I was highly inspired by a beautiful day, a leap in the water with two naked guys, topped by an unexpected encounter with two educated, handsome twins. Suddenly, I got aware of my damp pussy. The guys must have seen my bald vagina already. Of course, they did; they are men and doctors. The twins' eyes wandered over my body, face, hair, and lost entirely track of where to look most urgently. I lowered the towel, covered my center of lust, and said, 'Besides, I'm not in Yoga, Chris won the bet! Now what?'
They exchanged glances, simultaneously, like actors. Eric said, 'we're going to celebrate a party this weekend. One of the guests is a brunette, a very close friend we know from the university. She, my brother, and I are obsessed. Chris, the lucky winner, is going to spend the weekend with her.
'And the woman?' I asked in disbelief, 'you can't classify or treat her like a car. Feel free and take it for a ride.'
They explained, they are swingers for years, the woman plus a few more, and spoke of a closed circle, a kind of club, six men and six women who trust each other and enjoy their sexual freedom. Being doctors now, the constrictions of ethnic rules and new jobs nearly all over the world soon put an end to the club's golden days. The brunette moves to Switzerland, Eric to Copenhagen, Denmark, and Chris to England.
While they talked, I gulped beer, totally clumsy - unintended, I swear! - and spilled it over the tits, to the navel, between the legs. At once, the guys got up and reached for the towel. I am still not sure what came over me when I suggested a better way to help me. I guess it was the exclusive sex club, a former wish of mine. Back then, I didn't have the courage and the opportunity. Another reason was the brunette - like me - whom they banged so passionately.
Of course, the two understood. Eric asked politely if he might touch me, and since I had my pussy in the wind, who was I to demur. I took the can, put the towel aside, leaned back, and spilled more beer on the open mouth, chin, tits, and belly, like in a cheap porn movie.
Both came closer, stretched out their tongues, and started to lick the beer from my tits. They did it with passionate devotion, much better than I had hoped for, dropped enthusiastic comments on my boobs, massaged, and pulled the nipples that seemed endlessly. Heaven! The nipples looked as if they had made a new record in length. The areolas got hard too, but the two didn't notice. They reached out their hands and gently tapped my inner thighs. I gasped slightly and looked at the two reactions straining their trunks. It has always been a source of delight to me when guys and gals masturbate over my photos and stories, and men get hard when looking at or touching me.
Eric reached for my tits. He twitched the nipple of my left breast, slightly rough when he decided to get behind me. I felt his dick through his shorts. Holding both tits firmly in his hands, Eric squeezed them together for the joy of his brother, who licked and sucked them simultaneously. I spilled more beer for him to lick. Chris's fingers circled my little bud. I reached for his hard prick, got it out of the shorts. It felt good, a decent handful, and very stiff. I kneaded it gently with my 'wrong' hand while I reached for the other cock behind me. Eric pulled his trunks down smartly, which made life easy, although I was slightly annoyed at the finger being removed from my pussy. I took Chris's hand and led it where it should be again, whereas he followed the trace of the beer up to my throat.
Sitting there being fingered, body licked off, a cock in each hand, I closed my eyes. I felt like in a halfway decent porn movie. A high self-esteem woman, 30 plus years old, who enjoys her occasional horniness. A woman obsessed with sex, satisfied by her husband and sometimes others; an escape Paul and I share. Paul, my conjurer, made me discover the hidden pleasure of my soul and pussy, sharped my senses, and realized my exceptional physical and genetic predisposition. He recognized my passion and closeness to pornography. He saw my deepest, hottest wishes and encouraged me to live them up.
Don't get me wrong. It's not sex only. I get satisfying pleasure of stripping in front of others (no family, except my cousin) and seeing their reactions. There is my passion for seducing people, making them hot and horny by my body that they can not think straight anymore, not to forget my meanwhile relaxed attitude in front of the camera and the necessary patience with the photographer. I will always be grateful to Paul for the consequence: my unbridled lust for sex now and again!
I opened the eyes and checked what I held in my hands. One prick was about six inches and thick - the other slightly longer, thinner, and curved. I asked for condoms. 'Wait a minute,' Eric said, ' got up and was soon out of sight behind the dunes. Chris explained while he worked up the chin to my lower lip, they had rented a vacation home for a week; the whole club expected tomorrow night.
Chris suggested 69. I sucked his cock while he ate me out, kissed his knob end, took it between the lips, sucked it gently, and enjoyed the taste. I was soon bobbing back and forth on his lovely manhood when we heard steps! We stopped and saw Eric naked in front of us; a condom pulled over his hard dick already. He handed Chris one and dropped the others, a dozen or so. Eric, not sure what next, looked too alluring not to start doggy. On all fours, he slowly entered me, moved his dick back and forth gently, and became more passionate with each stroke. Before we know it, we climaxed barely a minute later. I love quickies! He pulled his dick out, and Chris penetrated me. He was slightly different from his brother, more sensitive. Well trained, I tightened the kegel muscles and squeezed his dick as much as I could. All fucking partners love this. Chris moaned with pleasure. I caught a glimpse of Eric, who pulled the used condom down and groaned, 'put the cum on my hair.' The moment I felt his load and hand on the skin, I had an orgasm again, Chris seconds later.
I sat down, turned to Eric, pulled back his foreskin, and sucked the bulbous head before taking the shaft deep in my mouth. Chris had emptied his condom on me too. While I alternated between the two members, trying my best to get them hard again, the two played with my tits and focused on my nipples - stiff, squeezed, and, lucky me, pulled. I loved the devotion. The areolas swelled up again, and every single touch turned me on. I continued to suck, alternating, deep throating, paying attention to their balls, all the while they satisfied me.
Soon, they were ready for another fucking session. Both guys pulled on condoms. Eric laid down and asked me to sit on his manhood, facing his feet. I guided his dick in my pussy and rode him. Yet, the two had different plans. Eric grabbed me from behind and mumbled lay down on me. I did, spread the legs, careful to keep his dick inside. Now Chris joined us. He got on the knees, ready to enter me too. Two dicks in my pussy. I never did it before. I was scared and keen on experiencing a fantasy fueled by pornvids. Chris coated his condom with my juice and widened the pussy carefully. The stretching hurt and turned me on. I got some minor spams, and before I knew it, I had two erected cocks inside of me. Wow! It was an incredibly intense stimulating feeling as if my entire pussy would consist of G-spots only. We fucked the hell out of us. As the cocks erupted, I experienced a massive orgasm.
Exhausted, we grasped for breath, laid on the sand, and didn't speak for a while. I looked at the night sky and didn't feel any distance between me and the stars above, the spirit of unlimited freedom.
'Enough condoms left,' I said finally, not believing what I did.
'I might take one,' replied a male voice out of the dusk and stepped forward. It was the bald naked man in the surf I had fun with. 'I couldn't get you out of my mind,' he explained. 'Your perfect body, your awesome tits, and my dick between your pussy-lips. I followed you, saw you flashing on the sandbank. I masturbated. The feeling of your tight pussy on my cock, your firm tits on my chest, your sensual lips kissing me goodbye was far too good to help myself. I thought, no, I prayed there had to be more. I swam down here, saw you fucking these guys, waited, and hope you would give my cock a chance. You're a damn awesome woman!'
'Yeah, she is,' Chris and Eric confirmed, picked up a condom, and handed it to me. Am I crazy enough to fuck him too? The brothers stood to my left and right. I reached down for their penises and took them in my hands. They felt good, but their sexual drive was gone for now. Mine was satisfied, deeply satisfied. I know it sounds weird; I wasn't exhausted.
'You stay with me!' I instructed the brothers, who grinned and nodded simultaneously. I got on the knees, took the guy's dick, and suck him. It tasted of saltwater. His dick got hard soon and pretty thick.
I took his enormous shaft in my mouth, eager to experience him too, and closed my eyes. Dreamy pictures arose, fantasies of bang gangs, prostitutes serving customers, and getting fucked outdoors. I was in a state of sexual ecstasy, got up, pulled a condom over his dick, and said, 'lift me up, like in the water, and slowly fuck me, I'm barely used to this size.'
I put my arms around
his strong neck. He grabbed my legs and lifted me like a doll. I loosened one hand, pulled the pussy lips apart, and guided his dick inside. He penetrated me slowly, firmly grabbed my upper legs, moaned, and muttered, you have no idea how good you do to me. Every stroke he made felt like widening and contracting my womanly tube. His dick felt like the twins together. With both hands around his neck, I leaned back and let him fuck me like a lightweight doll. Chris took a fresh bottle of beer, poured half of it in my open mouth, and served the man too. The big guy had excellent stamina, too good to be distracted. His lower belly pounded in a steady rhythm on my clit. His dick moved what seemed endless out to enter me endlessly again. I squeezed him as much as I did with twins, relaxed the muscles, yet he showed no reaction. I slid my breasts up and down his hairless torso and rubbed my nipples on him. I nippled his right ear and whispered, grab my ass cheeks. He carried on continuously, as I imagine a fucking machine might do.
Tonight I was the hooker of the beach, and I liked to set the pace. 'Wait,' I said, 'lay down, love to ride you.' He did. I sat down on him, made him grab my ass cheeks, bent forward, and let my tits swing and bounce in front of his face. He stretched out the tongue, eager to lick. His heart was pounding, his dick thrusting hard. I tensed my muscles as hard as I could around his penis and let him suck my tits for a while. When I buried his face in-between, he groaned. His body shook in spasms like an earthquake. I felt hot cum through the condom in the vagina. He seized my ass cheeks, sucked my boobs, and I made it to sexual paradise too.
Satisfied, I sat on the guy's lap. His dick still inside of me, slowly losing its size, while he massaged my tits. This night, on a beach, naked, it might sound absurd, led me to a new sexual experience. I was deeply satisfied. Each orgasm demands my energy, sweat, and a moment of exhaustion. In the opposite sense, I felt my vital battery of life got charged, charged up with life.
The stranger starred at my tits, caressed, and massaged them enraptured. His muscular chest moved up and down with every breath he took. Sweat ran down his face. I looked at him, smiled, and enjoyed a genuinely satisfying sensation. I bent forward and kissed him on the cheeks tenderly - a guy whose dick was about to come to life again.
'Ruth, you have to join our club,' one of the twins commented, laughing and stopped my wanton thoughts. The guy got up, completely exhausted, a well-filled condom dangling down from his cock. The twins told him what to do. He emptied his load on my tits and applied it like cream. The way he did it left no doubt, he was clearly in love with my body, maybe even with me. All I can say, it felt so good. He couldn't resist the temptation of my nipples and sucked them passionately. I responded devotedly. Before long, his cock made wolfish facts. I took a condom, put the arms and legs around him, and let him fuck me doll-style again. Just for his pleasure, orgasm or not.
'I can't believe it!' said a familiar male voice out of the night, exuberantly happy. 'Wow! You really made it,' he exclaimed. 'Don't stop! Please, go ahead! I have to see it myself,' the man instructed. It was Paul who had overslept, as he confessed later.
Chris stepped forward, 'who are you?'
'I'm her husband,' Paul answered, grinning. 'I'm her lucky husband,' he added quickly. The big guy let me down and babbled a few apologies. Paul said, 'don't be ridiculous,' looked at me and asked if everything was all right, and the three behaved the way I wanted them.
The big guy apologized again, kissed me goodbye, and quickly disappeared into the darkness. I was sad that he left; the twins looked puzzled too.
Weeks later, I still felt his penis in me, his big hands on my tits, his powerful naked body I sat on, his muscles when he held me tightly in the surf. I still see his eyes in front of me - eyes that spoke of longing and pure lust. And I took a mental note of a stupid Ruth, who didn't follow him and finished what she had started.
I introduced Eric, Chris and told Paul in a few words the story. He spotted the used condoms and said in disbelieve, 'you fucked a lot!' He came closer, kissed me tenderly, and whispered, 'I'm so proud of you. You did it at long last.'
He looked at the twins. 'Sorry for interrupting you. Of course, I can't speak on behalf of Ruth. I got the impression you all were up to more.'
Chris shook his head, dick nicely erected, and said, 'I don't think so. We have a demanding party this weekend. As an afterthought, he added, 'Paul, you must be a happy husband in many perspectives.' Eric stated the same, had a nice erection; only his dick's head was reddened when I bit him. He continued, 'I'd like to invite you over tomorrow night. And don't worry about stamina, Paul. We have enough little blue helpers at home.' Both grinned.
Paul continued. 'What about you, Ruth?'
'Of course, well, I guess, it should be enough for tonight,' I began a bit clumsy, making the others laugh. I picked up the towel and said, 'to be frank with you, it would be reasonable to say it was enough banging tonight. Yet my womanly parts are still in an uproar. I feel like I had touched live wires.' The two doctors looked at each other and said almost together that they couldn't let me go without a closer look. Quickly, the two were between my legs, discussed in Latin, English, and Danish, touched my clit, pulled the lips apart. I played the role on my part, spread the legs for Paul in the first place. They dropped comments about my vaginal discharge and my overdeveloped sexual drive. I had the impression that they liked to explain to Paul what a great woman he was married to and encourage the great woman to screw young doctors on the beach again. They urged Paul to join them. It would be too bad if a husband didn't know the medical of these things, they explained theatrically.
I hope you get the picture. Naked at the beach, three guys on the knees in front of me, examining my pussy. As crazy as it was, I loved it. Perhaps because of it, I laid down on the towel, outstretched the legs next to the head, arms on top, and implored them to continue. Paul loves it when I lay down for him feet over the head. Chris stared at me in disbelief. 'No yoga,' I explained for his enjoyment, a gift of nature.' The truth is, I joined a Yoga course once, didn't like the esoteric talks, bought a porno video workout instead, practiced nude at home, including fucking myself.
They started to finger me and licked off the juice. We were in fits of laughter when the twins mimicked professional whiskey tasters. They coated the fingers again, stuck them deeper, circled my little bud. In short, they wanted me to have another orgasm, and I was only too willing. However, I sat up, looked at their penises, all erected. Paul's too who wore a short. 'Wanna fuck me?' I asked.
'We would love to, really,' the twins proclaimed. I pulled Paul's pants down and said, 'you guys are horny too. You rubbed my clit. Don't let me down now.' I got on the knees. 'Fuck me doggy. Paul, you know, I love it for my life. And don't be sissies. Fuck me as hard as you can. I'm your beach slut for tonight. Get the condoms, now!'
On all fours, hands, and tits in the sand, I raised the butt, spread the legs, and waited for the first to enter. They whispered to each other when a cock penetrated me. Once, twice, the guy moved slowly back and forth, then he came right to the point. He grabbed my upper legs firmly, made brutal strokes, banged his bones on mine. Jeez, it was mind-blowing. Suddenly he pulled his dick out, and another one slipped in. Pretty thick, always tenderly even in the heat of the action, must be Paul. But there were differences. My husband fucked me as hard as I always wanted him, plus his dick was unusually stiff. He grabbed my legs firmly, buried his fingers in my flesh, yet it was too good to complain. I screamed. With that, he slipped out, and one of the twins fucked me. And so it went on. Paul was the first to cum. He cried and shook in spasms like he had drawn his last breath. I saved my orgasm for the last one. Paul out, the twins shared me. It was like a competition in my pussy, who fucks best, hardest, deepest. Now it was me who couldn't stop the climax. The guy inside me moaned as well and fucked me as quickly as a dog. Exhausted, he pulled his dick out when the last one entered me.
I knew I could climax once more, but I need to recover my strength. We both found a relaxed rhythm soon. The guy was sensitive enough to give me time and suggested I should ride him for the benefit of the others. Quickly we swapped positions. I rode him, leaned back, hands next to his feet. The others understood. Paul kissed me French. Eric spilled beer over my tits, belly, pussy and licked it off. He and Paul couldn't get enough. Hands, tongues satisfied me. Eric began to rub my clit and, consequently, his brother's dick. Together we entered orgasmic heaven.
By now, it was pitch dark. We rushed for the sea, swam, dived, and washed. The twins collected their belongings, kissed me goodbye, and disappeared behind the dunes.
Paul pulled on his Bermuda-short. I went back nude, walked past people in the distance, made my way straight to a separated shower cubicle in the marina, where I waited for Paul. He returned quickly, shower gel, fresh towels, top and short in hands.
We kissed passionately, and he fucked me again. I couldn't follow him, but I wanted him to enjoy the moment.
Back on board, I told him in detail what has happened. He asked me to write it down, so here I'm.
At last, a considerable amount of pieces of our likewise huge fantasy puzzle filled in that night. We cast off the next day a muscle hangover in the legs and vagina. At noon all stiffness
was gone, my overdeveloped sexual desires satisfied for a while.
Poster:
Sexy Ruth
