Note: For those of you who have read my stories, I write from my own personal experiences, with a little license, to spice it up. Fantasy is great, but what better way to tell about a hidden part of our secret lives, doing what we do, in private. This is another part that happened to me this July of 2001.
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This is a true story. I love to sail around Pine Island, on Fishers Island Sound, which is a part of Long Island Sound, off the Connecticut coast. I'd often thought about a swim off the beach of that island...it's a quick row from my sailboat.
It was a gorgeous Thursday afternoon, when I arrived at my boat. The marina was full of sailboats, glistening in the sun, silhouetted by a crystal blue sky. The marina was full of boats, devoid of people and lacking wind. Oh great! NO WIND!.
After a quick stop at my boat, I grabbed my gear, and headed over to Pine Island. Today would be the day for that cool swim. I rowed over and pulled up on the tiny beach. To my delight, the island was deserted. Also, a short hop over the main beach, was another beach, smaller and secluded. Great, I thought, no crowds...equals no bathing suit.
Dropping my towel and gear, I slid off my bathing suit. Just then, as it often does, a warm sensual breeze started to kick in. Have you noticed this summer's sensual breezes? Good...a quick swim and back to the boat. LET'S GO SAILING!!
Hmmmmm...the warm breeze building caused my cock to become erect. The hair on my balls tickled the insides of my thighs. My nipples became hard, just like women's do.
After a few cooling minutes in the water I heard some laughing and giggling coming towards MY beach. Oh oh...I'm out here swimming nude. A couple has come onto the same beach. This could be an erotic but embarrassing situation. We exchanged waves and, to my amazement, the couple stripped totally nude. They had the same idea in mind as I did.
Quickly they dashed into the water. Her red hair flowing. Her breasts bounced, while the winds pointed her nipples on her torpedo tits in the right direction. She was a natural redhead. I could tell, as she had a mound of pretty red hair covering her vagina. The hair was nice and full and went to the sides of her thighs.
It was the type of bush any man would want to go down to and play around with his tongue and lips. Nice and full, protecting her delicate tulip lips between her legs. He was tall and slender, with a small waist and a fair amount of body hair.
His distinguishing feather was a seven inch cock. (I could easily judge that) . It was hanging between his legs, with a circumcised tip that was pinker than the shaft.
He started to run with her and his cock slapped against his balls and thighs. It soon became engorged with blood flowing thru the vessels, eliciting an enormous erection. I wondered if that woman could take such a big penis in her vagina. However, I am told a woman's love tunnel is very flexible and accommodating.
NOTE: I KNOW YOU ARE USING YOUR IMAGINATION, BUT GOOD, THAT'S WHAT IT'S FOR...AS THIS TRUE STORY GETS BETTER.
We spent a few minutes laughing and giggling, both of us guys getting an eyeful of her tits bouncing in the water. I stroked my cock, underwater, a few times. Her hard nipples started pointing their way in the cool water.
Introductions were made. His name was Peter, hers was Rusty (from the red hair, I would guess). Oh yes...my name is Gregg.
After a few minutes of naked fun, the moment of truth arrived, as in life, it always does. Rusty was cold and she suggested we go ashore. Without hesitation, we said yes, and scrambled to shore. Both of us had huge erections, tho mine was a paltry six inches. Peter was still a huge seven inches. Rusty was delighted at the sight.
"Okay guys, I'm glad to see you so happy", she said, "and I'm going to show you how happy I am to see those cocks of yours standing stiff".
We were both delirious and trembling, as the breeze caressed us, in anticipation of her delights. "What are you going to do, honey", Peter said to Rusty.
"Just never you mind, Peter", she said "You guys just turn around and stand hip-to-hip, with legs open. Face the same direction also". We both obeyed. I could feel Peter's warm hip press against my hip. It was an odd sensation, one I had never felt before.
Rusty went behind us. That's when it happened. We each saw a hand reach through our legs and grab onto our balls. She played with our hair, and then began to jerk us off at the same time. She had put on some suntan lotion, which made her hands very smooth and slippery. She began to stroke our hardons, first slowly and then fast. The tanned hands and red nail polish were a visual turnon...and a real treat.
"Okay guys, get those cocks up and shoot your loads for Rusty", she commanded. I was trembling to the point of weak knees. Furiously pumping us, we both got ready to shoot our loads, moaning in ecstasy. Rusty shouted, "Okay, go do it you cunt fuckers"!
Both Peter and I screamed. Golden hands, red nail polish, really got us going. At that instant, we both shot our loads of milky white jizm, and yelled out in orgasm. The milky white popped out and nuzzled in the sand. Wow...easier to be struck by lightning, to have this happen, I thought. But it's true and it did happen.
After shooting our loads in the sand, neither Peter nor I was finished with Rusty. The best was yet to come. Peter barked out, "Rusty, bend over and get it, you cunt". But, bending over wasn't what you think it would be. As I told you, Rusty had a build, and she appeared to be nimble and athletic.
