Blacs Beach Complete

I'm a lifelong naturist. I still enjoy the feeling of sun beating down on my skin, although I hadn't really had the ability to enjoy it much. Single men were generally not allowed at most naturist resorts.

But moving to Los Angeles, I researched where in the area I could go to indulge in my, what some people would describe as my "kink," and found (much to my unhappiness) that most of the "clothing optional" beaches and locations were now things of the past. Prudery, and the Laws derived therefrom, having won over the legal day.

There was only one such 'optional' location that was still apparently available. It was called Blacks Beach, located down near San Diego (which was a rather inconvenient distance away).

When I had a car, I was working too long hours to indulge in going to SD. And when I didn't have a car, in between periods of spotty employment, it was too far off the beaten path for me to take the chance that it was still that 'clothing optional' location.

Ah, but now I was retired. I had a car, and I had the time. So I set about going on an adventure South.

Now, Blacks Beach is still a little bit of a hike, after finding what I hoped would be a sufficiently legal parking space. Taking the trek down through the community surrounding it, I eventually began winding down a rather steep set of stairs that led down to the beach.

Once I was there, I began making my way through the sand dunes in the general direction, and when I saw the sign warning "You may encounter naked individuals beyond this point," I knew I was finally "there."

It was a nice stretch of beach, below the cliffs of 'civilization' that remained above. As I walked along further, I put down my bag a safe distance inside that "warning," and began taking off my t-shirt and then my swimming trunks and putting them in with the beach blanket and a heavier top (in case of too much sun).

I made my way further on the rather empty beach, as I'd come on a weekday to 'dip my toe in' and see what 'scenery' I could, but was finding a pretty much deserted set of beach front property.

Oh, there were people here and there, mainly couples and not a few men hanging out, looking spuriously like they were set to gawk at any female flesh passing their way. And being California, yes, there were also more than a few same sex couples, mainly men. Some of these I could see were motioning with their hands in the others laps, I'm guessing getting each other off discretely.

But I was also here hoping for some female company. Of which terse weren't many around, as far as I could see. But I continued walking.

I saw one lone back sitting a ways away, and from a distance I could see long hair (brunette mostly, but with stress of grey here and there in it), but I wasn't sure whether that was accompanied by a female figure under it.

When I got close enough, I saw that it was indeed a woman, and she appeared to be my age as well. A hopeful sign.

I walked as nonchalantly towards the waves as I could, so as to have an excuse for seeing what I might get myself into on the way back in. The water was still on the somewhat cold side, and thankfully, helped me to quiet my growing interest in this woman.

She was... "ample," I thought of putting it, but in a good way. And since it rhymed with handful, it seemed to be more than enough to grapple with. And yes, she had some rolls of extra weight to her back and stomach, but she was nice to look at, with a not too aged of face attached.

She had lines there, but I could also see that, once upon a time, she had been quite a beautiful woman.

Now I mentioned that I was older as well, having just retired. I was not exactly a movie star when it came to looks, but I wasn't too bad. I was on the stocky side and not exactly 'slim and svelte" myself. I had a dad bod, and when I hunched over, I tended to 'roll' with my age as well.

And, thank god, I did not have the problem that most men have at my age. I was still able to "get it up" and stand proudly, without the help of the Little Blue Pill that most men seemed to depend on.

I began walking closer in her direction, and she looked up in mine. She had been reading a paperback, and laid the book down on her towel, and she cupped her left hand over her eyes.

"Would you mind if I sit close to you?" I asked, hoping that she wouldn't wave me disgustedly off.

She looked me up and down and smiled. "Not at all. I could use the company."

I smiled at that, glad that I wasn't bothering her. I took my towel out and spread it on the sand a 'decent' amount of distance away to not 'bother' her too much.

She smiled at this, her hand still up over her eyes, and said, "You can sit closer. I won't bite... Unless you try to."

Oh, kay, I thought. That's interesting. And just what am I getting myself into?

I dropped my towel about four feet away, and proceeded to plop myself down. "I'm Randy, by the way."

She laughed a hearty laugh, and said, "That's rich. I"m Sandy. Saundra."

"Bookends," I said, trying to make light of her humor. And then I cringed as I asked her, "Do you come here often?" What else was I going to say?

She laughed at this too. "This your first time?" She asked me, as her eyes wandered down to my crotch. I had been feeling myself becoming a little too erect before now, but her attention directed towards my 'growing member' only helped it get more full and bigger.

I reached into my bag ready to pull out my t-shirt, when she smiled seductively and told me, "No need to hide it. Just watch out where you point that thing."

Luckily there weren't a lot of people around us for me to feel too embarrassed at this, and I let the t- fall back into the bag. "I just didn't want you to feel too uncomfortable. That's all."

"It happens," she said, laughing again. Just as long as you're not drawing a crowd, and waving that thing around proudly."

I like saucy. And Sandy was most definitely the saucy sort. Open and unashamed.

Being of the "fair" sort and likely to burn, I asked her, "Would you mind 'doing the honors,' turning my back to her and preferring the suntan lotion tube.

She smiled sweetly, and said, "If you help me do mine." And since we didn't have much to 'show' each other (I imagined), I told her, "Of course. It would be my pleasure," giving her what I thought was a nice double entendre. I was hoping that one "rub" might lead to more. "Your towel or mine?" she asked playfully.

I could see that she had a huge towel as compared to mine (and at this point, sized mattered to me). Pointing to the spot in front of her, I asked, "Yours perhaps?"

And she surprised me by opening her legs widely and invitingly. I saw her 'salt and pepper' (and once again) ample bush. I could also see the moisture that was wetting that hair, and a peek of what lay in her 'valley of delight.'

I was glad that she hadn't been embarrassed previously by my growing (and now throbbing to my heartbeat-bouncing) prick, as I sat down inside of those legs. I handed her my lotion, and she closed her legs around the outside of mine.

She leaned in and said, "Don't be bashful. You can get a little closer to me."

I was glad at this point that the beach was as empty as it was. As she said this and I scrunched back into her, my raging hard on was now going into overdrive. She moved in even closer, and with her now pointy nipples poking into my back whispered into my ear, "Still want me to do your back first?"

God. I almost wanted to turn myself around and plunge myself into those glistening pussy lips I had seen hinted at, and pound away. Could she get me any harder?

I saw her put the lotion tube down beside me, and her arms stretch around me to land on my legs. Was she going to jerk me off? Right here on the beach?

Instead she wrapped her arms around my waist, and sighed. Was this woman actually being this open with me? I kept feeling like I was getting harder and thinker as she sighed into my back.

"I wasn't expecting this," I whispered to her.

"Are you objecting, Randy?"

I moaned. "Not at all. This feels wonderful."

"I thought you might like it," she replied, and then continued with, "And so do." I felt a soft kiss on my shoulders as her hair began softly cascading around them as well.

"Can I ask you something else?" I cautiously ventured.

"Hmmmm," she sighed. "Oh, I suppose so. What would you like to know?"

"How long has it been for you?"

She took a deep breath, and sighed, "Too long." And then added, "Obviously."

I wrapped my hands around her calves and began massaging her from there to thigh. I wanted to run my hands up and inside her thigh and between us, but was all of a sudden very unsure of myself.

"Mind if I turn myself around?" I asked her.

"Not at all," she said, smiling into my shoulder.

Now we were sitting, looking each other in the eye. I leaned in for an invited kiss, and touched her lips. She scooted herself in closer till we were cock to cunt. And after looking around to see that there were still not that many people in our vicinity, I scooted myself forward, scooting myself right into her inner lips.

I looked into her suddenly lustful gaze, and figured I didn't have to provide ask a question. Her eyes were half-lidded. Her mouth was a gaping ask, begging for my other male 'projectile' to enter her tongue and above lips.

So I began trusting in with both of them. We moved with our top and bottom sliding in and out of each other. I pulled her not small ass cheeks towards me and into my lap for better entry, and began fucking her in earnest.

I reached up and used my hands to begin massaging and then pulling on her enormous nipples. "Oh, God," came her response. "Harder. Pull on them a little harder." And after a moment, "Yeah. Like-- Uhhnnnn -- that! Yes."

I looked up at this point, and saw a young couple strolling into view. The noticed us and what we were doing and began strolling closer and closer. I was afraid that they'd make a nasty comment about what we were doing on the beach, but they didn't. They came closer and I noticed that his hand begin to probe her pubes and her hand to begin stroking and stretching his prick. They were not objecting. They were now participating.

As I watched them, I pointed with my chin to her, and she turned to watch them watching us. She began to hump my prick harder, and I was trusting harder into her, while we watched them change from pleasuring each other, to the husband moving in behind her and lifting her ass cheeks to plunge himself into her from the rear, reaching around to grab and pump her tits.

They were close enough to us that we could hear her moaning and his grunting, along with their thigh slaps. Sandy whispered to me, "Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck me harder, Randy! Got this is fucking hot!"

Looking around again, there was still no one close by, so Sandy said, "Hold on a second." She disengaged from me and turned around doggy style, presenting her hot and bothered pussy lips and ass to me. I took the hint and got up on my knees and slammed my cock inside of her without hesitation.

"Mind if we join you?" The Woman of the couple asked.

Sandy waved them over and we moved over to give them some space on the blanket beside us.

When they were in place and both of us couples were slapping away again, the guy grinned and said (in between thrusts and panting), "Best time... we've had... on Blacks for a while...

"Same here," Sandy grunted, as I began trusting as deep and as slowly as I could into her now gridding ass cheeks.

With both of us pounding away, I could see some other couples coming from the other direction, now having noticed what we were doing on Sandy's towel.

"I hope... we don't... get banned... from here," I said in between thrusts.

"Good thing about... a Tuesday... No families," the young woman said.

The next couple to wander ups was older than Sandy and me. Both the husband and the wife had steel gray hair, both up top and below.

When they got closer, he began to comment, "You know this is completely--"

I nodded to my lonely beach towel, and offered, "No one's using my towel."

The husband continued glowering at us, while his wife smiled. "This is more a European Nudist beach thing that it is here, she said with a smile. Grabbing her husbands hand, "Come along, Harold. We're interrupting our young friends here."

Not that presence really made a difference. I had began thunder slapping Sandy's ass, feeling that I was ready to come. She'd already had several orgasms, and was climbing towards yet another one. She wasn't paying the older couple any mind, but was intent on the younger couple next to us raising to a thunder-slapping conclusion of their own. They were now moaning, groaning and occasionally yelping as the sounded like they were going to come in a nuclear-like explosion.

"Oh, my fucking God," he screamed, as his wife just screamed incoherently.

"I'm... COOOMING, Baby!" She turned to shout at me, and I felt her whole insides spasm and grip my prick, threading to rip it apart as she came with an earth-shattering explosion herself.

I just UUHHHHH, God!" screamed as my orgasm ripped through me as well.

Sandy and I collapsed on the blanket, as our 'next door neighbors' did the same. The other wife looked over at Sandy and me and said breathily, "I never thought that having people like my parents watch me fuck would be so... damned satisfying!" She said, as she panted and laughed.

I felt myself deflate and my now soft instrument crawl out of Sandy's creamed pussy and now bight red ass from my pumping.

"That was an experience worth getting kicked off of this beach for," I said, when I caught my breath."I don't know about you all."

The husband just smiled, almost as exhausted as the rest of us.

"I know of a little sandy hideaway close by where we could regroup and keep on playing," Sandy said, eying the young couple. I wasn't sure whether she was interested in fucking the husband? Or in eating out the wife from her husband's 'labors.'

"We could always go into the surf to wash off in the meantime," I suggested. I wouldn't mind pounding thecae and vivacious young wife myself.

Sandy propped herself up to begin to do just that, when I got up and offered her my hand. "Why, thank you, kind sir!" she said brightly. "Helping me cuming... and going!"

"Anything for you, my dear!"

We watched as the younger couple did the same thing with greater was. Ah, youth! I thought, as they turned and began racing down towards the rolling waves. Sandy and I just looked at each other, shrugged and shook our shoulders, 'No.'

As we leisurely strolled down to follow 'the kids,' I asked her, "Is it him you want? Or her?"

"Why choose? I saw her watching me. I know that she's bi- and ready in a heartbeat. Let's just go get cleaned up and see which way this sea breeze blows us." And then she added as an afterthought, "You're not interested in--"

"No. I'm selectively straight. I fucked a man in my younger days, but I'm not interested now."

"Even if he's really good at blowjobs?" She said as she smiled wickedly, and now began racing into the water.

I caught up with her and the other couple about waist deep in the waves. When I finally reached them, Sandy was quietly talking to them, I guess 'arranging' what else we had in store for this afternoon.

As I got close, Sandy wandered over to me and told me, "She'll fuck you while her hubby watches and eats me," Oh, kay, I thought. That would be interesting.

"So I take it he's a cuck then?"

"Only when it comes to..." and she paused here and emphasized, "Selective men and his wife. Part time Cuck, apparently. When she's fucked by an older man, like her daddy did when she was younger..."

"Woah. She's into the Daddy thing?"

"Yep. Why do you think she had the atomic bomb orgasm?"

I sighed, and was glad that a warm stream had snuck by in the ocean while we had our flagrante couplings onshore. I was thinking I was going to need a while for my now recovered erection to subside.

"Have you ever fucked in the ocean?" Sandy asked me.

"No. Sex on the beach, at night,,, Yes."

She nodded in their direction, and I realized that that was exactly what they were doing. Getting 'dirtier,' rather than clearing off. Grabbing my hand, she led me further out into the waves, and in their general direction.

When we got up next to them, it was now very much obvious as to the fact that they were fucking in the surf. She got off of him, legs going into the water, and came over to me.

Getting a lascivious look on her face, she riddled up to me with a little girl pout on her face, and said, "Some on, Daddy! Fuck your little girl! Let Mommy and Davy fuck each other!"

I turned to look at the beach again, feeling kind of shy about obviously trading partners in the water, but saw no one paying us any attention. I was getting to like this aspect of a nude beach. But I wasn't sure about the whole daughter-daddy thing. I had two daughters of my own, and I had never considered doing anything like--

She jumped up on me and I grabbed her by her slender waist, She began sticking her tongue down my throat and tonging me in a very un-daughter-like fashion. But I soon got over it, as I found my now rock hard manhood finding and then entering my 'daughter.'

She was almost like a banshee, pumping herself on my prick with a ferocious speed. If I hadn't just come a little while ago, I'd think that I was ready to rocket inside her with all I had.

I carried her out a little further into to waves to hide the exact nature of what we were doing. And I got 'carried' away in a different way. Sandy had been nice to fuck, but this young girl -- she must be in her later twenties -- was something else. Her tight little hole gripped me and massaged me like I hadn't been massaged like that for ages.

I'd stayed away from getting involved with younger women for a while now, because it had seemed so predatory.

With -- "What's your name?" I asked her. "Cindy!" she shouted, it felt different. She had chosen her "daddy" for this, and I was basically just a fuck stick or a daddy dildo. Not that I wasn't enjoying this.

The waves were now crashing around us, and it seemed that we were getting dragged a little further than I felt comfortable. So I turned us around and let her continue fucking the living shit out of me as I wasted us back towards shore.

We caught up with Sandy, and whatever her husbands name is, a little further in. They were only holding hands and wading towards the shoreline.

"Is you darling little daughter still fucking your lights out... Daddy?"

She could see that I couldn't answer. Yes, she was fucking my lights out indeed. I could tell she was about ready to come, so I let her and then followed myself, pumping in a ridiculous amount of sperm into her blazing little cunt.

She kissed me sweetly. "Thank you, Daddy! That was one of our best fucks, ever!"

I leaned over into her, and shout-whispered into her ear, "Sure Darling Cindy! Any time!" If her husband was truly a cuck, this was like a free hall pa so the land of youth that I couldn't pass up. No matter how dirty/kinky it was. This was turning into quite a beach trip!

Once we are back to our blankets, Sandy asked me if I was up to taking the trip to her little dune hideaway to fuck some more.

"After we get that Duncan lotion on the two of us," I told her. I was already feeling a little crispy from the time we had spent not getting lotion up form before.

She walked over to me, and whispered, "Sure thing, Daddio!" and laughed.

We gathered up what we had, and I turned towards Hubby and said, "I'm Randy, by the way."

He turned and laughed, "Oh, I'm Randle," proffering his hand to me. "Sorry we didn't have a chance--"

"That's ok. I just figured, I fucked your wife, and you--"