Nude Beach Eria

For years Erika had been to a nude beach without any trouble. Her husband had no taste for spectacle, so she usually went alone. He offered her a ride, wished her luck, and gave her such a playful look, as if she was going to have an orgy with 20 college studs.

That's not funny, she protested. Nude beaches were not about sex; they were places to relax and be closer to nature. People were all very respectful. One never stared at the wrong places. It was all about the freedom, the inclusiveness, and, and... not about SEX!

Of course her husband knew. Erika was sexually cold, so he loved to tease her and savor how she tried to frantically get around the topic. He watched her get out of the car in her towel and bathing suit.

"Don't forget your book." It was her anniversary gift. She had been wanting to read it forever, and he got it for her.

She thanked him and grabbed it from the seats. He waited for her to clear the parking lot and drove away. A moment later she arrived at her favorite spot, a cool corner under a bending palm tree, away from the rowdy crowd. She took off her clothes.

Lying upon a warm towel, Erika began to read her new book, with no synthetic fabrics driving a wedge between her thighs. She felt sorry for those like her hubby who never got to experience it. The sea breeze was gentler than a lover's caress. She opened her legs a little without realizing.

Such an undisturbed peace was hard to find these days, she thought.

Undisturbed, that is to say, until a young man decided to settle down not far from where Erika was. At first it looked like a short rest, but after a five minutes there was no sign of him leaving. He was messing around, burying himself in the sand.

It was an unusual situation, she concluded. With all the space out here, why did he have to come here and pitch himself right in her view? Then she saw his peepee. 'Substantial' was an understatement. It was literally hanging between his thighs. She felt bad for whoever was lucky enough to be his bedmate.

Erika was too settled in her own languid pose to stage a protest, not that she had any right to, just because he came a little too close, and that he was, well, BLACK. This was after all a nude beach, she assured herself. No need to get too sensitive.

Still, it didn't help that the stranger was facing right towards her. Every time Erika felt like being watched, she glanced and found the young man minding his own business. His dark skin glistered in the sun as if oiled, but his soles were pale like hers. He was submerging his body inch by inch into the white sand.

Erika thought she was going mad. The man seemed to show no interest in her, yet his every movement felt like a performance aimed to grab her attention. She couldn't explain it, but she knew it was real. It distressed her so much that she found it impossible to read anymore.

What could he possibly want from her? Did he seek attention? The stranger was slowly disappearing into his self-dug grave. Perhaps he was some sort of an artist; better, some clown. He must be quite proud of himself, thinking he was quite smart now, being such a moron!

Erika took a deep breath. She shall not be angry. She was enjoying her life, and no one would stop her. She put on her sunglasses. The world around her zoned out. Now, time to move past the line she had been stuck on for the last several minutes...

***

Her patience prevailed. Her book was about vampires, her favorite theme. The hero, having escaped from America, and killed his mentor who turned him, searched for the origin of his species in the Old World but to littler avail. Everywhere he went, he found only mindless monsters with an animalistic craving for carnage and blood.

All hopes were lost, he thought about suicide, but then he decided to go to Paris, and found a whole city of intelligent vampires like himself. They had congregated and formed a secret society. He became a great favorite, and lived in peace, until one day his mentor showed up undead and exposed what he did in America...

Suddenly, something curious moved in the edge of Erika's vision. She looked up and gasped.

The man had disappeared, as if becoming one with the sand. Where he used to be, a black monolith had emerged and stood up on its own. Its phallic shape was unmistakable. Its skin was covered in shiny white specks of sand.

She couldn't see the rest of his body or his face, but he was certainly alive, judging by that raging boner.

Erika panicked and looked around. In the distance, other nudists scattered along the beach. It was just herself and the exhibitionist here. No one else was going to walk by and notice an erect black penis in the sand. The message was clear: it was meant for her, and her alone.

What blatant harassment this was - he had done this place a disgrace! A total lack of boundary and respect for human decency! This is a decent place for decent people! Go back to wherever you're from and don't ever show your face again!

As she screamed these disparagement in her head, feeling quite good and righteous about herself, Erika realized she was staring nonstop at the black cock. A visceral reaction kicked in, and she almost threw up.

In truth she was terrified by the male sex, and this one in the sand was straight up nightmare fuel. Now that the penis was visually disassociated from the man who owned it, it looked like an one-eyed wyvern about to breathe fire and rip her to pieces. Her head felt dizzy and her throat dry and tight.

Erika swallowed hard and attempted to continue reading. Through a mechanical insistence she turned the pages, but the plot was not registering at all. Before long, her eyes grew a mind of their own and started to wander.

She found herself looking at it again. Her headache had lessened. The penis was still enormous but less menacing. Rather, it seemed to command her respect, like a proud black general receiving a standing ovation. She didn't know why, but she had to look at the erection, and to begin imagining naughty things she could do with it.

Erika had no idea how long this trance had lasted. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she look away? Her book slipped from her hands and dropped unto the sand. The penis was pointing in the sky, and every so often throbbing in the breeze, as if nodding at her.

Her cheeks burned like hot coal, and an irresistible longing grew in her loins. Was she experiencing lust for the very first time? Erika was so confused now. She was always cold in bed with her husband, but now she had an itching desire to touch that throbbing, engorged, vein-griped pillar with her hand, and to measure its girth with her lips.

Her right hand, too, had drifted down and loitered between her thighs. It was an animalistic impulse, not her mind's doing, but that of her rebellious body which would not obey the command of rationality. The tickles of her fingers grew rougher. Her sex had never been handled this way before; it hurt but at the same time made her feel so blissed she could die.

But Erika was inexperienced and could not bring herself to a finish. She panted and groaned. It was becoming an agony. She looked around again and saw no one else. Far away, a young couple were chasing each other, their happy shades distorted through the rising heat. Ahead on the beach, the big black cock beckoned.

Erika rose from her towel and began to walk towards the cock, one step at a time. She was scared to death of what she was about to become: an accomplice of a heinous crime! Adultery! Gross indecency! What a repugnant idea this was, to have sex with a black man on a nudist beach. It was a sacrilege! But crucify her later - not until she had tasted that black cock!

Her husband would understand. He always did. She had been a faithful woman for all her life. Before today she had not known the pleasure of sex, even if just the imagined. Perhaps this was her reward, a one-time pass to be a pervert, a cheater and a slut to taste that cock; it would be a crime of passion.

***

It was the bravest thing Erika had ever done in her life. She had never given a successful blowjob before. Now her lips were stretched into a perfect O. She dug in and made her way down. Each inch was another hard won battle.

She was lying on him in a reverse position, but she felt nothing of him, except for his cock, because of the sand. Her opened crotch rested right where his face should be. Erika could feel his warm breath rising through the sand.

He was alive, she had no idea how, and more than ever. Was she hallucinating? It was getting even larger in her mouth.

Behind them the waves roared, breaking apart and forming again. She kept going until she had reached her limit, but there was still some distance until she had all of it in her mouth.

Erika closed her eyes and braced for the impossible. After all, there's always a first for everything.

She had to proceed slowly or risk disgracing herself with another gag reflex. Tears rolled from her bloodshot eyes as the reaction kicked in hard. Her knees were already weak, and her whole body was trembling.

Erika kept pushing. Her silver saliva drooled nonstop from the corners of her stuffed mouth with bubbles and foams. The line between pleasure and pain was razor thin. She felt like going mad. The entire purpose of her existence was reduced to measuring this tremendous male sex, and somehow that made her horny as hell.

Just a little more, another push... And there, there. She did it. She couldn't believe it but the feat was accomplished. Her lips kissed upon the sand-clad skin of his crotch.

There was no way for Erika to know, but behind her the sand started shifting a little.

She held it all in for several seconds. A few seconds, that's all she got to do, before she had to back out and feel unworthy again. For now, she had conquered a black cock. It was overwhelming; she started crying. But with her mouth stuffed, she could make some pathetic noise like an animal in cage.

What happened next she would never forget.

Erika opened her red and puffy eyes, and her brows furrowed. Something took hold of her waist, a pair of black arms that grabbed her soft flesh and locked her in place.

Then, out of nowhere a wet and agile thing attacked her sex. It went right to her most vulnerable spot and started circling it at a rapid pace. Erika had a sizable clit down there, she just never knew because it was never aroused enough.

Her arousal was sent into overdrive; within seconds she was locked in a one way trip to heaven. Her throat and mouth began to mindlessly contract and suck, with such a force that no man could resist turning her into a cum dump.

The black cock throbbed and thrusted violently in Erika's mouth, and then, without any heads-up, powerful spurts began ejaculating against the back of her throat. Her blue eyes opened so wide, as if wanting to take in all that beautiful seascape before her.

As Erika was forced to drink down loads and loads of that thick warm cum, the devious tongue behind her stopped circling and disappeared.

For a moment it created a great suspense, as if time had ceased to move forward. She groaned and whimpered and begged for the tongue to return.

Then her wish was answered. This time, instead of avoiding her clit, it mopped right on it. it was merciless, almost like torture.

And right there Erika's body bolted as if hit by a lightning, and began to experience the first orgasm in her life.

The whole thing lasted quite a while. When it was finished she collapsed onto the ground, her soft white flesh against the entire muscular black body underneath her that had risen out of the sand. This young man had waited long enough. Now he would take this white woman the proper way.

Not far from them, behind a lush grove, Erika's husband stayed well out of sight and was recording everything with a camera.

That kid was well worth the money, he thought. Didn't lie a bit on his resume. Got an iron lung and an iron cock. One hell of an anniversary surprise to Erika. Now, time to get out of that sand and give her a proper fuck in the ass!