We dressed and went to the beach, leaving the Yamaha behind. This time, she'd brought extra tampons, so she could fuck me at the beach and then simply insert a new one. The only other difference was that the beach towel she chose was red, and double size.
We didn't go directly to Hard-On Beach this time, though. Liz saw a nude woman in the clothing-optional area she knew and we stopped to chat for a while. The woman had sea-green eyes, a thin face, a profusion of long blonde hair, and melon-sized tits with long, red nipples. Her crotch hair was equally blonde and neatly trimmed. Liz introduced me to her. "Dick, this is Inge. She's from Denmark."
We shook hands, and Liz explained that I was with the Oceanic Survey. "So he's out on boats all the time."
"I understand," Inge remarked. "I grew up on an island, and you could go nowhere without a boat. I could sail before I could drive." As we talked, we applied our suntan oil to each other but in deference to the sensibilities of others, we didn't make an erotic game out of it. At one point, a girl, perhaps two years old, toddled up to her and said, "Milk?" "Of course, Laurie," Inge replied as she offered the child her breast, and the toddler began sucking. So that's why her nips are so long, I thought.
"Does this bother you, Dick?" she asked.
"Of course not. What could be more natural than a woman breast-feeding her daughter?"
Inge smiled. "Actually, she's not my daughter. She's Amy's child -- that tall brunette woman over there. My own baby is coming this way now. His name's Nils." And turning around, we saw a boy about Laurie's age coming our way with a pail and a bucket. "He saw Laurie nursing, and whatever somebody else has, he wants, too!" The boy dropped to his knees in front of Inge and took the other breast.
"So you let other children have your milk?" I asked.
"Why not? Amy does the same with Nils. When you have a bottle of water and a child asks you for a sip, wouldn't you share it?" She shifted position, leaning back and putting her weight on her elbows, the better to accommodate both children as they drained her breasts. As she did so, she stretched out her legs in front of her, long and shapely. She'd spread them apart, giving me a clear view of her pussy and its generous inner labia, but I sensed that she wasn't doing it to give me a show but only to make herself comfortable.
"Besides," she continued, "I think it gives these children a bond even greater than brother and sister. We hope it will continue after they're weaned, but we'll see. Right now, all we can give them is a place where they can learn not to be ashamed of their bodies. And where all children can see what breasts are for."
I realized that she had a point. More than that, I began to appreciate these people as more than simply nudists but as loving, sharing people who had no fear of bringing their dreams of a perfect world to reality.
What a sight that was: a beautiful nude woman with a child at each breast! To my surprise, I found the scene not the least bit erotic, but breathtakingly beautiful all the same. For the first time, I was seeing human bodies as they ought to be seen, on open display without a trace of shame.
"This is what heaven must be like," I murmured in appreciation.
"No," said Inge. "If this were heaven, there would be no war, and no hunger. Maybe this little bit of beach is heaven right now, but bad things can happen even here, if we allow it." She paused and gave me a dazzling smile. "But you and Liz, you are the kind of people who make this a heaven, right now."
"Well, we want to get over to the other beach," Liz said. "We'll let you go. Say hello to Peer for us." And she gave Inge and the kids each a kiss.
"Well, what did you learn from that?" Liz asked as we walked down the path to Hard-on Beach.
"Well, for one thing, I learned that I can carry on a conversation with two beautiful naked women without getting a boner."
She laughed. That's because you've already cum twice today!"
"Yeah, probably so. But I got out of there just in time...I'm getting hard again. And I learned something else, too. I'm beginning to see what you like about these people. They're very special. And that makes you more special, too."
"I'm glad you like them. And I'm glad that they like you. Well, we're here. Let's take care of that 'condition' of yours."
She spread the big towel out and then removed her tampon and put it into a baggie for later disposal. We fucked there on the towel, slowly and sweetly, without the need of a quick orgasm this time, unlike our previous arrivals at the beach. By this time, her menstrual flow was stronger, and we again made a mess of ourselves. When we were a few minutes into our lovemaking, Barry and Alison showed up. They spread their towel next to ours and began fucking, with Barry on the bottom and Alison riding him and making sure I got an eyeful of her bouncing tits. They got off first, and then watched Liz and me as we fucked our way to our own climaxes.
When we all got up for our swim, I noticed that there weren't as many people as there had been yesterday. We walked down to the shoreline hand in hand, and got a few double-takes as people greeted us and then noticed our bloody genitalia. The guys seemed a little shocked, but the girls just grinned. "I could never be so bold," one girl confided to us as she walked alongside us. "My boyfriend would just shit."
"Sure you could," Liz replied. "You're a woman. It's just part of who you are. If he's really into you, he'll adjust."
"Well, I wish we had what you guys have," she confessed. When I heard that, I gave Liz's hands a squeeze, and she squeezed back. No words were necessary. We washed ourselves in the ocean and swam for a while, chatting with the other visitors. We stood waist deep in the water, and once I was looking at Liz as an expression briefly crossed her face. It was an expression I'd seen just hours ago, when she'd peed. I gave her a questioning glance, and she smiled back and winked. We enjoyed our private joke as the other couples played around us.
We made our way quickly back to our towel, where Liz inserted another tampon. As we oiled up, I pointed to the string and said, "Does that mean we don't get to fuck any more?"
"Not for a while. But that doesn't mean that you can't give me head. Believe me, my clit's so sensitive now that you won't need to finger-fuck me." She was right. My tongue on her clit, and her fingers on her nipples, was enough to send her to Nirvana. And then she gave me a long, slow blowjob. Alison and Barry, observing us as they were walking back to their towel, decided to join the fun. Alison got down on her hands and knees. I watched her breasts swinging as Barry entered her from behind and started pumping. Meanwhile, Liz circled her engorged clit with her fingers as she tongued my cock, keeping herself primed for another cum.
None of us rushed it. It was as if we all wanted the moment to last forever. As they fucked, they kept eye contact on us, and I in turn watched them as their faces reflected their various stages of arousal. I finally could not keep my cock under control, and said, "Liz, I'm going to cum." She shifted from a blowjob to a handjob, and everybody watched as my cum shot into the air and splattered onto my belly and chest. The sight was enough to put Barry over the edge, and his face suddenly reddened as he pumped his seed into Alison's cunt. That, in turn, precipitated Alison's orgasm; her eyes widened and her breasts flushed pink as she felt Barry's rod pulsing inside of her. Not to be left out, Liz wanked herself to the climax she had been nursing ever since she started blowing me.
We had all cum within the space of a minute, and started laughing at the sensation of our simultaneous release. "That was the best one ever!" Alison proclaimed as she rolled over onto her back, her stiff pink nipples now pointing proudly sunward. "It's like I could feel your energy, all three of you!" Barry stretched out next to her, stroking her belly and grinning in agreement. Liz lapped the cum off my body like a kitten, and then gave my softened cock a final suck. Then we all lay there quietly, listening to the surf and feeling the sun dry the sweat off our bodies.
I'm in heaven, I thought. In less than two weeks, this wonderful woman had changed me from a shy, lonely guy into a man with a knockout girlfriend who enjoys screwing in public. If there's some way I can stay with her and share this beach with her friends, I'm going to do it.
"I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist before," I mused.
We don't either," Alison said. "I mean, we get off having other people watch us, but we don't need it to get off. And we only do it here, where we're surrounded by people we know. I wouldn't think of flashing my tits at strangers. With me, it's like having a really good dinner. You want to share it with friends, and the company makes the food taste better. But the company has to be good, too, and friends always make the best company."
We took a last swim and made our departures, with Liz and I going back to her place for another dinner. No postprandial fuck this time, though, as I had get what rest I could before I boarded the boat the next morning. We parted at the restaurant. She tucked another pair of panties into my pocket, this set spotted with blood. And I gave her three packs of batteries for Mr. Bunny.
It was going to be another long week.
