My girlfriend April and I had been going to Hidden Beach ever since we had met. The first time we made love was out in the open on its sandy shores. Hidden Beach wasn't actually hidden at all, but was hard to get to and had no services. You had to either own a four by four or be willing to take a long walk to get there. That kept most of the people away, other than a few other folks who usually went naked, which suited us just fine. We had no problem backpacking in everything we needed for a great weekend in the sun. We'd spend the weekend nude and usually a little high.
In the early seventies, when these events took place, we were young - sort of remnants or latecomers to the hippie era. April would be known today as a hippie chick. We had met at a party and fallen in love. I felt that I had met someone, who, among other things, had a sexual libido that matched my own. We did everything together, and our early experiences at Hidden Beach were part of understanding each other sexually.
At nineteen, April was a carefree blonde, with long straight hair, a supple body, and that lovely space where her legs met. I loved the way she looked when she spread her slender legs and displayed her almost hairless pussy. She had cute high breasts that looked like grapefruit halves capped with large brown nipples. April didn't need makeup – she was just naturally pretty, with freckles, green eyes, and a little upturned nose. She was simply a hot babe, and I thanked God for every minute we that we spent together. I was twenty-four, a strong young man with shaggy hair and a seven inch cock that was always up for adventure. We both had all-over tans from our weekends at the beach.
Aside from the pleasure of being naked outdoors, we both got a thrill from being nude in front of the occasional person who strolled down the beach. If a family was coming, we'd put some clothes on well before they arrived, but I had convinced April to stay nude if guys or young couples happened by. This turned us on tremendously, and we always had great sex afterwards. She seemed to especially enjoy displaying herself to naked men, young or old, and liked it best if the man had a large, inflated cock. The idea of April exposing herself and arousing other men excited both of us. I suspected she had a thing for big cocks, and I often secretly imagined a well-hung stud ravaging her on the beach.
April's innocent appearance and tender age belied her wild side. Often while we fucked, she'd turn me on by telling me detailed stories about making love to her former boyfriends. My favorites were about her few one-night stands, like the time she was picked at an outdoor rock festival by a young, shirtless wild-man named Sean. Sean, she said, had an enormous cock, and had fucked her missionary style by the light of a campfire while two of his friends watched. After Sean came inside her, April gave both of his friends blow jobs. One guy came in her mouth and the second guy came all over her face and tits. Then she sucked Sean's cock until he was hard again, and they fucked until night faded to dawn. The sex always ended up hard and wet when we re-lived April's past.
We had few friends who would been comfortable being naked with us at Hidden Beach, but there was one guy we knew named Bob, or Big Bob, as we called him – sort of your hippie type who seemed like he might enjoy a Hidden Beach weekend. We'd run into him at house parties once in a while. We always enjoyed our conversations with him, and viewed him as a kindred spirit. He was tall, tanned and laid back, and he usually wore his dark hair in a long ponytail. Bob always seemed to be on the way to somewhere, usually by hitchhiking or greyhound. I could tell April like him by the way she responded to him. I knew from her stories that she liked the long-hair types. Plus, Bob was truly a nice guy, and great to be around.
We were lying naked on Hidden Beach one day, and I asked April what she thought about inviting Bob to the beach. She thought it was a great idea. "What about being naked with him?" I asked her. She told me that she was fine with it, as long as he was nude too. I thought about my hot blonde girlfriend naked in front of Bob all day, and my cock rose to a full erection. April nestled her head on my stomach and leisurely sucked me off. I flooded April's mouth with jizz as I thought of the three of us naked on the beach. As we kissed and swapped cum (one of the kinky habits we had developed) I told her I would ask Bob to come out next time we saw him.
A few weeks later, we ran into Bob at a Friday night house party, and told him all about Hidden Beach. He thought the beach sounded great, and we let him know that we'd be camping there on Saturday if he wanted to check it out. Bob said that it sounded so good that he would try and make it.
Sure enough, just as we were finishing setting up our camp on Saturday, we saw Bob walking through the sand towards us. We greeted him warmly, and started the day off with wine and a joint. Bob announced he was going to take a swim, and simply peeled off his T-shirt and jeans, and stood chatting with us completely nude. He was not the least bit self conscious. April looked a little surprised, but seemed to get comfortable with Bob's nudity pretty quickly. Bob was in great shape. He was big all over – a large uncircumcised cock swung from a heavy set of balls. I suggested we go in too, and we followed Bob's lead by stripping down completely.
We splashed around in the lake, and I came up behind April and playfully grabbed her. I ran my hands briefly over her tits in plain view of Bob. She turned and kissed me passionately, and gave my cock a quick squeeze. Then April pushed me away and we headed back in.
We ended up lying on our backs, soaking up the sun with April lying between Bob and me. We were quite close – April's leg was touching mine, and I wondered how close she was to Bob. My cock was getting hard just thinking about it, and I looked over at Bob. He had his eyes closed, and his cock was half hard and coiled against his leg. I could see that my girlfriend was thigh to thigh with Bob. As I watched, Bob's cock slowly unfurled, rolled off his leg, and pointed straight up at his navel.
I rolled on my side and gently stroked April's pussy. She opened her eyes and looked at me quizzically. I motioned her to look at Bob, and she turned her head and saw his big cock pulsing against his belly. She relaxed a bit, and watched Bob's cock while I lightly stroked her cunt. As I teased her, she slowly drew up her legs up and opened them, resting her right leg on Bob's thigh. Pretty soon, I was stroking two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Bob still hadn't opened his eyes.
