Hippie Hollow is the only "official" clothing-optional public park in Texas. It's a narrow strip of land on the north shore of Lake Travis, 12 miles west of Austin in the Texas Hill Country, which has attracted naked swimmers and sunbathers since the 1950s. Most of the area is a steep hillside which drops abruptly to the rocky shoreline. The rugged tree-covered terrain makes the park seem much larger than its actual size.
I paid the entrance fee and drove to the east end of the parking lot, far away from the attendant's booth. I removed my shorts and tank top and strapped on the army surplus web belt supporting my canteen and the pouches holding my car keys and supplies. After tightening the laces on my hiking boots, I started down the trail, passing the sign which read, "NOTICE! Nude swimming or sunbathing may be occurring beyond this point. Consult attendant for details of statutes regarding nudity."
Hippie Hollow has two main trails. The high trail skims the ridge, terminating at the chain link fence which separates the park from private land. Since it was National Nude Day, I decided to take the low trail, down near the water.
The two west coves, where the rocks slope down into the water, were even more crowded with heterosexual nudists than usual for a beautiful sunny July day. I admired the bronzed bare male and female bodies as I walked along the trail. The shoreline grew more rugged as I continued east. Queen's Point, the east tip of the third cove, has 20-foot limestone cliffs. The heavily wooded hillside above Queen's Point is the best outdoor gay cruising area in Texas.
When I reached the end of the low trail at Queen's point, I saw that area was unusually crowded as well. Several men were looking down toward the water. I moved to the edge of the cliff to see what was happening.
There was a naked girl standing on a rocky ledge just above the lake surface. Her head was tilted back and she was leaning against a rock as if she was posing for a photograph. She was obviously a college student in her early twenties, but she looked like a "Playboy" model. Her wind-tossed blonde hair was shoulder length and curled as if she'd just walked out of the beauty parlor. She had the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen at Hippie Hollow. They were large and firm, almost perfectly conical, without a hint of sag. Her abundant nipples were a uniform dark brown. The rest of her body was full without having an ounce of extra weight. She had a slender waist, full hips, long muscular legs and smooth well-rounded buttocks.
As I moved to get a better view, I realized she WAS posing. A boy her age was standing on the ledge with an elaborate camera. He was wearing a T-shirt and baggy shorts. "That's really hot Angela," I heard him say. "Bend forward a little and look straight towards me."
"Okay Bobby," she said, leaning toward him and cupping her breasts. "How's this?"
"Perfect," he answered, quickly snapping several shots. "Now put your hands down. Great!" He continued shooting and instructing her to move into various positions. She turned so her butt was facing the camera and he took several more pictures. I wondered if the photo session was just for their enjoyment or if they were going to submit the pictures to some contest.
Bobby shot an entire roll of film as Angela assumed various poses. After reloading the camera, he said "I'd like your nipples hard for the next series."
"Okay," she answered, moving her hands to her breasts. "I'll play with them."
"I have a better idea," he said, stepping forward and bending to kiss her breasts. My cock was stirring as I watched the action on the ledge below. I glanced at the other watching men. Several had erections.
"That's perfect," Bobby finally said, moving away from Angela and bringing the camera up. "Now pinch them . . . Yeah, that's so hot . . . Pull on them . . . Good . . . Turn a little to the side, pull harder . . . Now the other way . . . You're so beautiful! . . . Lean back against the rock . . . a little more . . . arch your back . . . open your legs wider . . . Oh! That's dirty! . . . A little more . . . Yeah! Shit! I have to reload again."
While he worked on the camera, she put on a skin-tight blouse with short sleeves and a high neck. It was made of a filmy gray fabric which did nothing to hide her magnificent body. After he'd taken more pictures, he handed her a pair of translucent black panties. She did a reverse strip tease, gradually pulling the panties up, as he continued shooting. "I've only got a dozen shots left," he finally said. "Let's do the blue jeans." Angela continued the reverse strip. When Bobby had finished the roll, she was standing barefoot on the rocks, wearing skin tight jeans, the translucent blouse and a blue denim vest.
They disappeared from view. When I saw them again, they had climbed up to the rocks. Angela was wearing sneakers and Bobby had a small knapsack on his back. What they did next surprised me. Rather than taking the low trail, they began climbing the hill. As soon as they were hidden by the trees, I followed them.
When I was a third of the way up the hill, I heard giggling. Using the bushes for cover and moving as quietly as possible, I continued forward. Angela and Bobby were standing in a small clearing, about ten feet away from me. She had her hands on his hips and he was fondling her breasts through the sheer fabric of her blouse. They began French kissing. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled his body to hers. He kneaded her buttocks as they ground their crotches together.
My penis, already erect, grew even stiffer when she pulled her mouth away from his and growled seductively, "You've got something in your pants. I want to see it." She dropped to her knees, opened his baggy shorts and reached inside. His cock was slender but amazingly long, at least seven inches. It curved upward in a distinct arc and was crowned with a large mushroom head.
Angela kissed the tip delicately, then ran her tongue down the shaft to Bobby's big swinging balls. His penis was visibly throbbing as she licked and sucked his testicles, taking one ball into her mouth, then the other and finally both. I wrapped my hand around my own cock, then took it away. I was so excited I was afraid I'd shoot within seconds if I started stroking myself.
"God, Angela!" Bobby gasped. "It feels so good when you suck my nuts." She let his balls escape from her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock head. He was moaning with pleasure and stroking her hair as she continued sucking him. "No more," he finally said, gently pulling away. He opened the knapsack, removed a thin blanket and spread it on the ground. They stripped quickly. A moment later, she was lying on her back with him straddling her hips, bending over to kiss her beautifully sculpted breasts.
Several minutes later, he moved down her body and I gazed in awe at her swollen areolae and nipples. I realized I was slowly stroking my penis again, but decided I wasn't going to cum too quickly. Bobby opened Angela's legs, put his head between her spread thighs and started running his tongue up and down her already-swollen slit.
I started to move sideways to get a better viewing angle and bumped into another man. I'd been so intent on watching the couple in the clearing, I hadn't even noticed him come up. A quick glance showed he was a handsome Hispanic, almost my height, with a long thick dick.
Angela placed her fingers on either side of her vulva and pulled herself open. Bobby instantly plunged his tongue into her depths. "Oh Bobby," she whispered a few seconds later. "That's so good!" She seemed to be approaching orgasm rapidly, writhing on the blanket as Bobby continued eating her out.
Suddenly, Angela propped herself up on one elbow and pointed directly at me and the Hispanic man. "You men come here," she commanded. "Come watch Bobby fuck me." She looked around the clearing. "The rest of you too," she added. "Come and get a good look."
I hesitated for an instant. Was she angry or truly serious? Her excitement was unmistakable. Angela really was getting off at being watched. I dropped my web belt and took a step forward. The Hispanic man was frozen in place, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him along. We sank to our knees on the blanket, kneeling on either side of Angela's head. Several other men emerged from the shadows and formed a rough circle around the couple.
Bobby was freaked out. He'd lifted his head from Angela's crotch and was looking around at all the men with a classic "deer in the headlights" expression. "Look what Bobby's done," Angela purred, lifting her legs to twist her pelvis upward and sliding two fingers into her pussy. She withdrew her fingers, gleaming with her juices, and held them up in the air. I caught her hand in mine and guided it to my lips. The slippery fluid was delicious.
"I'm surrounded by cocks, but Bobby's is the best," Angela said. "Come on Bobby," she continued. "Show them what a great fucker you are."
He looked around the circle again. A sudden grin transformed his rather ordinary features into a devil mask. "Yeah, baby," he said. "I'm the luckiest man on earth." He guided his cock into position and took her with one smooth stroke. "What's it like, Angela?" he asked. "Tell the guys."
"Oh God, Bobby!" she gasped, "Your big beautiful cock is all the way up my snatch and your balls are pressing against my pussy lips. You ate me until I was all hot and wet, then you drove your big pole and wide head right up me. Do you like the way I'm gripping your shaft? I know you do. Now work it, Bobby. Give me the nice hard fucking I need while all these men watch and beat their meat."
"Yeah, guys," Bobby said as he began slowly thrusting into Angela's body. "I'll bet you wish you were sticking your pricks up Angela's sweet hot cunt, like I'm doing."
I was startled when Angela reached up, catching my penis with one hand and the Hispanic man's with the other. "I'm going to play with your cocks while I get the fucking of a lifetime," she whispered seductively. "Come on men," she continued, a little louder. "Feel me up while Bobby drives his big hard tool into my pussy."
I put my hand on the breast closest to me and began gently kneading it. It was firmer than any other breast I'd ever felt. Her already-swollen nipple was growing even harder under my palm. I pinched and twisted her nipple, gently at first, then more roughly. The Hispanic man was copying my every move. The other men began rubbing their hands over Angela's body. When one of them began caressing Bobby's thigh, Bobby firmly pushed it away. "I'm not into guys," he said.
"Can I play with you?" a deep rich voice growled. The speaker was a tall muscular black woman with large breasts and broad thighs. I'd been so focused on Angela and Bobby, I hadn't seen her approach. Without waiting for an answer, the black "Amazon" planted a foot on either side of Angela's waist, put a large hand on the back of Bobby's head and pulled his face into her crotch.
Several of the men turned their attention from Angela to Amazon, fondling her breasts and buttocks. "Yeah! That's right!" she exclaimed. "Feel me up while the white boy eats my pussy." She gasped and her body shook slightly. "Damn boy! You really do that good. You're almost as fine as my 'Stud' man!" A big black man, even taller and more muscular than Amazon, moved behind Bobby and began kissing Amazon passionately.
Although sandwiched between the two beautiful blacks, Bobby continued plowing Angela's cunt and licking Amazon's snatch. He didn't seem to mind Stud's stiff cock pressing against his back.
