This story is a continuation of "From Innocence to Experience." The characters are the same, but the focus is on different activities. I anticipate two more after this one. I'm going to try to write them so each can stand alone.
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On the third day of our island honeymoon, we went to the nude ("clothing optional") beach we'd learned of. We'd each skinny-dipped before, as teens, but all in innocence, and those were naked-in-the-water-but-clothed-on-land experiences. Since this was a resort area, we expected this beach experience to include some titillating public sexuality, perhaps even sexual activity. We were not disappointed.
Initially we saw several couples and groups dressed in bathing suits like ourselves, though some of the suits were more revealing than ours. We saw many women and several men wearing thongs.
There was a tiki bar on the beach. We headed toward it. As we got there two young women were turning away with drinks. They also wore thongs, but no tops, and both had big breasts. Angela caught me looking.
"Is that what you want?" she asked, slapping me on the arm. "Is that why we came here? So you could look at big boobs?"
"No, darling!" I protested. "You have to admit they are eye-catching, in their silicone-enhanced way. I would much rather look at your boobs, but you have them all covered up."
She looked down at the little triangles of cloth that far from "covered up" her C cups. "You want me to take my top off?"
"I do."
"I want to be a good wife and make you happy," she said, untied the strings, pulled the top off and handed it to me.
"Darling, I love you so much. I'm happy every day to know that you're mine and I'm yours. And today I'm happy that everyone on this beach can see a little of my happiness."
We turned to the bartender, a local in a flower print shirt, and bought a couple big rum drinks. He explained that the part of the beach we were on was clothing optional but farther down things could get more racy. "You'll see my brother down there wearing a shirt like mine. He's selling cannabis, if you're looking for any. Past him all kinds of stuff goes on."
We thanked him and turned away. He said, "A couple more things."
"Yes?"
"You better put on some sunscreen." He stared pointedly at Angela's pale breasts. "And watch out for local hustlers down there. Big asses, big boobs, big cocks: they act like it's just for fun, but you pay one way or another."
We thanked him and walked on. We saw a naked fat man and Angela joked that he didn't need to worry about sunscreen on his penis. It was almost invisible under his overhanging belly. We saw people sunbathing. Some displayed white rumps shining in the sunlight. Some had clearly been on this beach a lot, their breasts, buttocks, even dicks browned to mahogany.
We met the bartender's brother, bought a joint, smoked a little. We were inexperienced in a lot of things, but we'd tried some things.
We walked a little farther and saw a couple making love in public on the beach. He was on top of her, pumping into her. We both were momentarily transfixed. I said, "Angela, let's pick a place for our spread." We found a spot, not too close to anyone else, including the fucking couple. I said, "Angela, I love seeing you walk around with your breasts exposed, so naturally and comfortably. Shall we take off all our clothes?"
She grabbed at my swim trunks and began to pull on them, saying, "I thought you'd never ask." We stood together and pulled each others bottoms down, then rubbed sunscreen on each other. I noticed a man staring, and told Angela. She said, "There's a woman over there staring at you." Then she said, "She's shaved. She shaved off her pubic hair. Would you like me to shave off my pubic hair?"
I laughed, it was all so fun and relaxed (the cannabis was helping). "Would you like me to shave it off for you?"
"If you want it off, it's got to come off," she said. We never have yet removed it all, but we did trim it all around where I like to use my mouth.
A tall dark, muscular man walked up to us, "Hey folks." He stood very close to Angela, staring down at her. I realized I was looking right up at the most enormous cock I'd ever seen. It swung meatily against his thigh. I couldn't help estimating that it was half again as long and big around as mine. "You want to party with a local?" He moved his hips so the cock bounced from thigh to thigh.
Angela's eyes were glued, tick-tocking with his pendulum penis. Maybe mine were too. It was an impressive specimen. "
"Uh, no thanks, man. We're on our honeymoon."
"Huh," he said, "Your loss." He was staring right at Angela's pussy. Then he walked away.
We went for a swim and took a walk farther down the beach. We saw two women grinding their crotches together, moaning in mutual pleasure. We saw a man on his knees sucking another man's penis.
When we got back to our spot, I was surprised to see the couple we'd seen fucking before were at it again. She was on her knees, bucking back against him as he rammed her from behind. Her breasts swung beneath her with their movement. It was Angela who noticed it was not the same man.
Before we left the beach we saw our "party with a local" friend offering his enormous cock to the same woman to suck. Angela and I were both impressed to watch her take the whole thing in her mouth. Eventually he was holding her head with both hands and pounding her face ferociously. She had one hand on his ass, pulling him tight to her face, and the other working in her crotch, penetrating her pussy with her own fingers. Our "local" friend pulled his dick from her mouth and sprayed her face with cum. It was everywhere! He walked casually away. She flopped back on her blanket.
Angela and I looked at each other. "Do you want to..." I began.
