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We love the sun, the sea, the outdoors, no less than making love without brakes or inhibitions. To combine these passions together there is a solution: the naturist beach!
We are lucky enough to live not far from a well-known naturist beach renowned for the atmosphere of freedom and libertiness.
We decided to go there on a midweek day to avoid the crowds, but it didn't help, you know, in August the beaches are crowded, even the naturist ones.
We found a rectangle of sand that seemed secluded enough for us, I inflated our matrimonial mattress and we lay down in freedom to enjoy the rays of the sun on the skin completely naked, on that giant mattress that made us feel like two monuments to eroticism on their pedestal.
Every now and then we would raise our heads to scrutinize the horizon and to check the movements all around: some couples enjoyed the sun as we did, some others exchanged a few effusions, arousing a burning curiosity in me and Eve, others walked along the shoreline hand in hand. As in an unstoppable catwalk we admired sexting and old couples, staggering queers in trouble on the hot sand, bears tattooed alone or in pairs, horny individuals camouflaged by clam hunters.
Many returned the looks with which we welcomed them, sometimes a smile or a nod of greeting.
But it was above all behind us, among the dunes of Mediterranean maquis, that a lively and frenetic activity of observation was taking place by the numerous voyeurs who, like many marmots, peeped in turn from their hiding places, arousing our hilarity.
Paradoxically, the whole thing reassured me, it gave me the idea of being in good company; everyone seemed to be in his place and it seemed that the universal order was in full harmony; we seemed to be in Eden before the expulsion.
All this discreet but stimulating activity was exciting us. I caressed Eve's thigh and gently drew it towards me, actually spreading her legs and exposing Eve's pussy to the rays of the sun and the ever more intense glances of passers-by.
She, for her part, did not miss the opportunity to see with her hand my excitement with sweet and soft caresses.
We remained for a long time enjoying those looks of strangers as if we had really interpreted their desires, which undoubtedly coincided with ours.
Eva enjoyed torturing me by whispering spicy phrases in my ear: "I'm already all wet" or: "I'm going to take it in your mouth and suck it in front of everyone" and again: "I want it all inside me".
"I want to fuck you in the water" I answered, I got up from our little inflatable stage, with one hand I grabbed Eve's hand and with the other I grabbed the mat and dragged it towards the water.
I climbed on board trying to oar with my hands, but she wanted to stay with her body in the water, leaning with her arms to push and slamming her feet.
How wonderful to stay and admire her tits resting on the edge of the mattress staggering to the rhythm of the beats of her feet.
We moved out to sea, so as not to be too close to induce someone to join us, but not too far away to be ignored by the public; in short, we were at the mercy of prying eyes.
I threw a boulder that I had secured with a long rope, improvising a sort of primitive anchor.
Eva didn't waste any time: she stretched her arms with a flick and grabbed my ankles dragging my legs out of the mattress with my erect cock within reach of her mouth; immediately she threw herself with her greedy mouth on my pulsating cock sucking it with greed;
transporting me in an instant from Eden to empyrean.
Lifted on my elbows I looked towards the beach and I was pleased to notice that now the eyes of the passers-by were all towards us.
"Pull me up," he ordered.
I grabbed her by the wrists she was holding me and dragged her aboard and slid her over my warm body. The sensation of her wet, frozen breasts, like her belly and thighs rubbing against my hard cock ignited my excitement even more.
By the time she found herself straddling me my hard, hot, lubricated hard cock with her saliva had already entered her cold, saltwater wet pussy.
Riding me on that shaky "Latvian" so wobbly gave the feat the sensation of competing in a real rodeo.
Our moans and sighs were lost on the surface of the sea.
When the orgasm overwhelmed her, I felt myself inundated with that hot jet that I can no longer do without, though diluted by the sea water.
She too loves to taste the taste of her own pussy straight from my dick, so she got off her horse and threw herself to suck it while it was still dripping with its juice.
But Eva knows that I need to quench my thirst too, and as usual in these cases, without stopping sucking it, she spread one leg and straddled on my face, on my mouth. I licked her greedily while waiting for my reward to arrive on time and repeatedly.
She came on my tongue, flooded my face, and I could taste the ocean depths in her pussy.
When I exploded Eva didn't want to miss a drop, I held my lips on my stiff rod and let her mouth be flooded with my hot splashes. She kept trapping my cock in her jaws regardless of my screams and contortions; only when I stopped shivering did she realize that the cargo was exhausted. He pulled himself away from my cock with a kiss and came looking for my panting mouth with his, closed, and I knew I was full of me.
He overwhelmed me with a kiss that was an orgy of tongues and sperm, we kissed greedily for a long time while my sperm now mixed with the saliva of our mouths dripped from my chin down my neck to my chest that adhered to his breast.
We were exhausted, both covered with my semen that had dried up on our skin in the August sun, and we were left to enjoy the last vibrations of our bodies rocked by the waves.
With our head reclining to one side, opening our eyes slit open, I saw, as if in a mirage, a blonde mermaid approaching us on a single-seater mat pushed by a favourable but mysterious current.
I crinkled my eyes and took a better look: the blonde mermaid was smiling at me and I realized that the propulsion that was bringing her closer to us was given by her companion, who was tripping in the water.
"Hi, are we interrupting?" she said.
"Of course not," replied Eve, while I was sitting there with a dumb smile (Eve told me later).
"How big is yours," she exclaimed, "attack yourselves," I answered, and immediately all four of us realized the double meaning, absolutely involuntary, and we all burst into a thunderous laugh.
By now the ice was broken, and the two of them boarded us.
"Hello, I'm Paolo" I welcomed them and held out my hand...
"How do you do, Elisabetta" she answered, grabbing her and pulling herself towards our mattress like a steamboat docking at the pier.
Eva also did the honours of the house by shaking hands with her husband Luca who was soaking...
She had a sweet face, her attitude showed the emotion of the moment and a shyness that could appear virginal, but her eyes, and especially a slight smile just mentioned, betrayed an amused malice that made her irresistible.
Eva and Elisabetta lay on our mattress lying on her side and chatting amiably. The gaze of one was fixed on the eyes of the other as if they were captivated by a hypnotic ecstasy, only at times did the gaze allow itself a fleeting flickering on the breasts or hips covered with sea salt of the other.
I had given up the field and found a place at Luca's side, clinging with him to their little mattress, wandering around the girls' one like two nervous sharks.
Eva flaunted naturalness, but I, knowing her well, sensed her inner conflict: part of her wanted to hide, or run away and take refuge in the security of my reassuring embrace; another part of her wanted to throw herself on that naked body and cover that warm skin with equally hot kisses.
It was thrilling to catch the exact moment when something snapped in Eva's mind, something that slipped from her mind into her underwear like a waterfall of frozen water.
With a delicate move, while Elisabeth was talking, Eve raised her hand and with one finger caressed, as if distractedly, Elisabeth's shoulder, which she silenced instantly and ajar.
In turn she responded with a languid caress that from Eve's shoulder descended along her side until she stopped on her breast.
She couldn't have known it, but Eve is extraordinarily sensitive on her nipples, a light touch makes her wet between a thousand sighs and moans...
In fact, Eva jumps as if pervaded by an electric shock.
From that moment on, everything disappeared, even Luca and I, only Eve and Elizabeth were overwhelmed by a whirlwind of lust.
Their hands began to move more and more freely along their bodies, exploring every inch of skin, sometimes lingering when a shudder, a tremor, a moan suggested to insist.
From the hands to the lips the step was short, Eve kissed Elizabeth's breast licking her nipples with the tip of her tongue while with one hand she spread her small lips.
Elisabeth, who at first seemed to have taken on a passive role, looked for Eve's pubis with her hand and began to penetrate it nervously with her fingers.
Luca and I were always turning around, always in the water and more and more enraptured by that vision.
From the beach someone began to take an interest in the unusual activity that was taking place on board our mattress and started pointing at us with his arm.
Elisabetta was lying on her back on the mattress while Eva, kneeling on her, was dancing around her without stopping caressing her, kissing her, licking her.
Until she stood in front of her legs wide open and bent down to lick her pussy; this forced her to bow her head and consequently, arching her back, to raise her ass.
Luca and I under her, under her ass, under her pussy, eager to be titillated and penetrated, but unattainable for us given our position.
I dreamed of seeing her splashing all her love juice all over my face as she usually does, but instead she stopped suddenly, with deep astonishment and disappointment from Elisabetta who stopped panting.
It was only a moment because she immediately straddled her belly, like when she fucks me in the Amazon, but this time my cock wasn't there, under her pussy was Elisabetta's pussy, just as swollen, just as pulsating.
Eva let herself go to a fuck simulation; Luca and I could barely catch a glimpse between their thighs of the two pussy touching each other like kissing.
Elizabeth arched her back in a surreal paroxysm as if she wanted to unhitch Eve, or as if she wanted to penetrate her with her member as swollen as imaginary.
That continuous jerking led Eve to climb up the body of her mare, from her pussy to her belly all the way under her breast.
Now she was dancing, squeezing Elisabeth's tits between her thighs while titillating her nipples with her fingers.
Then it was Elisabeth who took the initiative to slide even further under Eve's body until she found herself with her face under her cunt.
Luca and I, at the sides of Elisabeth's head, could thus watch from that privileged position the spectacle of her tongue lightening and making space between Eve's dripping lips.
Her pussy pulsated rhythmically while Eve twirled her pelvis and pinched her nipples. Elizabeth's tongue crept deep into her flesh, now she penetrated it like a small cock, now she licked it like a tasty ice cream, now she moved her small lips as if she wanted to open them like a corolla.
Eva was suddenly shaken by a tremor, a hot jet burst out of her pussy like a waterfall, swept over Elisabetta's face while abundant out-of-control splashes hit my face and Luca's face.
With an angry growl, Eve spun on herself and plunged sixty-nine into Elizabeth.
I then abandoned my position at Luca's side and moved to the other side. From here I could see Elisabeth's wide-open pussy being pleasantly violated by Eve's tongue. I was close enough to taste the smell of Elizabeth's moods but too far away to join my tongue to hers.
And she knew it, and she enjoyed torturing me, while he licked her and watched my tongue spasmodically twirl, with his hands widening her pussy to expose it to me dripping with juice, saliva and sea water.
Luca was also enjoying his show, Elisabetta's head was still underneath and Eve's Africa above, but this time it was turned around exposing her ass to Luca's pleasure. He too would have wanted to stretch out and play with the tip of his tongue on Eve's throbbing hole, while Elisabeth was sinking into her pussy with her whole face; for her it would have been a unique experience.
But she didn't dare, I don't know if out of some form of modesty or respect, or simply out of the awareness that if we had dared to climb the mat in four we would all have fallen inexorably into the sea.
We stayed like that for a long time, the two men admiring the tongues of their respective women playing in each other's pussy, with an irresistible desire to join in those games.
It is clear that this condition excited me very much, no less than it excited Luca, so much so that I began to masturbate under the water, without restraint, without worrying about making the mattress stagger; indeed I am sure that the swaying I felt was provoked by Luca who had taken the same initiative.
Maybe it was just an impression, but I like to think that the orgasm overwhelmed us all together: the mattress was flooded with the juice of the two females in heat filling the air with that acrid and sweet smell that always makes me almost lose consciousness, while under the mattress two clouds of sperm slowly dissolved in the August sea.
The two women collapsed exhausted beside each other looking at the rare clouds in the sky, I approached Eve and kissed her deeply and in her lips I could taste the taste of Elizabeth.
Luca did the same with his woman.
I have never seen Eve look at me so grateful and satisfied.
Our new friends, as they had appeared, walked away from us with a smile in their eyes, which seemed like goodbye to us.
We are lucky enough to live not far from a well-known naturist beach renowned for the atmosphere of freedom and libertiness.
We decided to go there on a midweek day to avoid the crowds, but it didn't help, you know, in August the beaches are crowded, even the naturist ones.
We found a rectangle of sand that seemed secluded enough for us, I inflated our matrimonial mattress and we lay down in freedom to enjoy the rays of the sun on the skin completely naked, on that giant mattress that made us feel like two monuments to eroticism on their pedestal.
Every now and then we would raise our heads to scrutinize the horizon and to check the movements all around: some couples enjoyed the sun as we did, some others exchanged a few effusions, arousing a burning curiosity in me and Eve, others walked along the shoreline hand in hand. As in an unstoppable catwalk we admired sexting and old couples, staggering queers in trouble on the hot sand, bears tattooed alone or in pairs, horny individuals camouflaged by clam hunters.
Many returned the looks with which we welcomed them, sometimes a smile or a nod of greeting.
But it was above all behind us, among the dunes of Mediterranean maquis, that a lively and frenetic activity of observation was taking place by the numerous voyeurs who, like many marmots, peeped in turn from their hiding places, arousing our hilarity.
Paradoxically, the whole thing reassured me, it gave me the idea of being in good company; everyone seemed to be in his place and it seemed that the universal order was in full harmony; we seemed to be in Eden before the expulsion.
All this discreet but stimulating activity was exciting us. I caressed Eve's thigh and gently drew it towards me, actually spreading her legs and exposing Eve's pussy to the rays of the sun and the ever more intense glances of passers-by.
She, for her part, did not miss the opportunity to see with her hand my excitement with sweet and soft caresses.
We remained for a long time enjoying those looks of strangers as if we had really interpreted their desires, which undoubtedly coincided with ours.
Eva enjoyed torturing me by whispering spicy phrases in my ear: "I'm already all wet" or: "I'm going to take it in your mouth and suck it in front of everyone" and again: "I want it all inside me".
"I want to fuck you in the water" I answered, I got up from our little inflatable stage, with one hand I grabbed Eve's hand and with the other I grabbed the mat and dragged it towards the water.
I climbed on board trying to oar with my hands, but she wanted to stay with her body in the water, leaning with her arms to push and slamming her feet.
How wonderful to stay and admire her tits resting on the edge of the mattress staggering to the rhythm of the beats of her feet.
We moved out to sea, so as not to be too close to induce someone to join us, but not too far away to be ignored by the public; in short, we were at the mercy of prying eyes.
I threw a boulder that I had secured with a long rope, improvising a sort of primitive anchor.
Eva didn't waste any time: she stretched her arms with a flick and grabbed my ankles dragging my legs out of the mattress with my erect cock within reach of her mouth; immediately she threw herself with her greedy mouth on my pulsating cock sucking it with greed;
transporting me in an instant from Eden to empyrean.
Lifted on my elbows I looked towards the beach and I was pleased to notice that now the eyes of the passers-by were all towards us.
"Pull me up," he ordered.
I grabbed her by the wrists she was holding me and dragged her aboard and slid her over my warm body. The sensation of her wet, frozen breasts, like her belly and thighs rubbing against my hard cock ignited my excitement even more.
By the time she found herself straddling me my hard, hot, lubricated hard cock with her saliva had already entered her cold, saltwater wet pussy.
Riding me on that shaky "Latvian" so wobbly gave the feat the sensation of competing in a real rodeo.
Our moans and sighs were lost on the surface of the sea.
When the orgasm overwhelmed her, I felt myself inundated with that hot jet that I can no longer do without, though diluted by the sea water.
She too loves to taste the taste of her own pussy straight from my dick, so she got off her horse and threw herself to suck it while it was still dripping with its juice.
But Eva knows that I need to quench my thirst too, and as usual in these cases, without stopping sucking it, she spread one leg and straddled on my face, on my mouth. I licked her greedily while waiting for my reward to arrive on time and repeatedly.
She came on my tongue, flooded my face, and I could taste the ocean depths in her pussy.
When I exploded Eva didn't want to miss a drop, I held my lips on my stiff rod and let her mouth be flooded with my hot splashes. She kept trapping my cock in her jaws regardless of my screams and contortions; only when I stopped shivering did she realize that the cargo was exhausted. He pulled himself away from my cock with a kiss and came looking for my panting mouth with his, closed, and I knew I was full of me.
He overwhelmed me with a kiss that was an orgy of tongues and sperm, we kissed greedily for a long time while my sperm now mixed with the saliva of our mouths dripped from my chin down my neck to my chest that adhered to his breast.
We were exhausted, both covered with my semen that had dried up on our skin in the August sun, and we were left to enjoy the last vibrations of our bodies rocked by the waves.
With our head reclining to one side, opening our eyes slit open, I saw, as if in a mirage, a blonde mermaid approaching us on a single-seater mat pushed by a favourable but mysterious current.
I crinkled my eyes and took a better look: the blonde mermaid was smiling at me and I realized that the propulsion that was bringing her closer to us was given by her companion, who was tripping in the water.
"Hi, are we interrupting?" she said.
"Of course not," replied Eve, while I was sitting there with a dumb smile (Eve told me later).
"How big is yours," she exclaimed, "attack yourselves," I answered, and immediately all four of us realized the double meaning, absolutely involuntary, and we all burst into a thunderous laugh.
By now the ice was broken, and the two of them boarded us.
"Hello, I'm Paolo" I welcomed them and held out my hand...
"How do you do, Elisabetta" she answered, grabbing her and pulling herself towards our mattress like a steamboat docking at the pier.
Eva also did the honours of the house by shaking hands with her husband Luca who was soaking...
She had a sweet face, her attitude showed the emotion of the moment and a shyness that could appear virginal, but her eyes, and especially a slight smile just mentioned, betrayed an amused malice that made her irresistible.
Eva and Elisabetta lay on our mattress lying on her side and chatting amiably. The gaze of one was fixed on the eyes of the other as if they were captivated by a hypnotic ecstasy, only at times did the gaze allow itself a fleeting flickering on the breasts or hips covered with sea salt of the other.
I had given up the field and found a place at Luca's side, clinging with him to their little mattress, wandering around the girls' one like two nervous sharks.
Eva flaunted naturalness, but I, knowing her well, sensed her inner conflict: part of her wanted to hide, or run away and take refuge in the security of my reassuring embrace; another part of her wanted to throw herself on that naked body and cover that warm skin with equally hot kisses.
It was thrilling to catch the exact moment when something snapped in Eva's mind, something that slipped from her mind into her underwear like a waterfall of frozen water.
With a delicate move, while Elisabeth was talking, Eve raised her hand and with one finger caressed, as if distractedly, Elisabeth's shoulder, which she silenced instantly and ajar.
In turn she responded with a languid caress that from Eve's shoulder descended along her side until she stopped on her breast.
She couldn't have known it, but Eve is extraordinarily sensitive on her nipples, a light touch makes her wet between a thousand sighs and moans...
In fact, Eva jumps as if pervaded by an electric shock.
From that moment on, everything disappeared, even Luca and I, only Eve and Elizabeth were overwhelmed by a whirlwind of lust.
Their hands began to move more and more freely along their bodies, exploring every inch of skin, sometimes lingering when a shudder, a tremor, a moan suggested to insist.
From the hands to the lips the step was short, Eve kissed Elizabeth's breast licking her nipples with the tip of her tongue while with one hand she spread her small lips.
Elisabeth, who at first seemed to have taken on a passive role, looked for Eve's pubis with her hand and began to penetrate it nervously with her fingers.
Luca and I were always turning around, always in the water and more and more enraptured by that vision.
From the beach someone began to take an interest in the unusual activity that was taking place on board our mattress and started pointing at us with his arm.
Elisabetta was lying on her back on the mattress while Eva, kneeling on her, was dancing around her without stopping caressing her, kissing her, licking her.
Until she stood in front of her legs wide open and bent down to lick her pussy; this forced her to bow her head and consequently, arching her back, to raise her ass.
Luca and I under her, under her ass, under her pussy, eager to be titillated and penetrated, but unattainable for us given our position.
I dreamed of seeing her splashing all her love juice all over my face as she usually does, but instead she stopped suddenly, with deep astonishment and disappointment from Elisabetta who stopped panting.
It was only a moment because she immediately straddled her belly, like when she fucks me in the Amazon, but this time my cock wasn't there, under her pussy was Elisabetta's pussy, just as swollen, just as pulsating.
Eva let herself go to a fuck simulation; Luca and I could barely catch a glimpse between their thighs of the two pussy touching each other like kissing.
Elizabeth arched her back in a surreal paroxysm as if she wanted to unhitch Eve, or as if she wanted to penetrate her with her member as swollen as imaginary.
That continuous jerking led Eve to climb up the body of her mare, from her pussy to her belly all the way under her breast.
Now she was dancing, squeezing Elisabeth's tits between her thighs while titillating her nipples with her fingers.
Then it was Elisabeth who took the initiative to slide even further under Eve's body until she found herself with her face under her cunt.
Luca and I, at the sides of Elisabeth's head, could thus watch from that privileged position the spectacle of her tongue lightening and making space between Eve's dripping lips.
Her pussy pulsated rhythmically while Eve twirled her pelvis and pinched her nipples. Elizabeth's tongue crept deep into her flesh, now she penetrated it like a small cock, now she licked it like a tasty ice cream, now she moved her small lips as if she wanted to open them like a corolla.
Eva was suddenly shaken by a tremor, a hot jet burst out of her pussy like a waterfall, swept over Elisabetta's face while abundant out-of-control splashes hit my face and Luca's face.
With an angry growl, Eve spun on herself and plunged sixty-nine into Elizabeth.
I then abandoned my position at Luca's side and moved to the other side. From here I could see Elisabeth's wide-open pussy being pleasantly violated by Eve's tongue. I was close enough to taste the smell of Elizabeth's moods but too far away to join my tongue to hers.
And she knew it, and she enjoyed torturing me, while he licked her and watched my tongue spasmodically twirl, with his hands widening her pussy to expose it to me dripping with juice, saliva and sea water.
Luca was also enjoying his show, Elisabetta's head was still underneath and Eve's Africa above, but this time it was turned around exposing her ass to Luca's pleasure. He too would have wanted to stretch out and play with the tip of his tongue on Eve's throbbing hole, while Elisabeth was sinking into her pussy with her whole face; for her it would have been a unique experience.
But she didn't dare, I don't know if out of some form of modesty or respect, or simply out of the awareness that if we had dared to climb the mat in four we would all have fallen inexorably into the sea.
We stayed like that for a long time, the two men admiring the tongues of their respective women playing in each other's pussy, with an irresistible desire to join in those games.
It is clear that this condition excited me very much, no less than it excited Luca, so much so that I began to masturbate under the water, without restraint, without worrying about making the mattress stagger; indeed I am sure that the swaying I felt was provoked by Luca who had taken the same initiative.
Maybe it was just an impression, but I like to think that the orgasm overwhelmed us all together: the mattress was flooded with the juice of the two females in heat filling the air with that acrid and sweet smell that always makes me almost lose consciousness, while under the mattress two clouds of sperm slowly dissolved in the August sea.
The two women collapsed exhausted beside each other looking at the rare clouds in the sky, I approached Eve and kissed her deeply and in her lips I could taste the taste of Elizabeth.
Luca did the same with his woman.
I have never seen Eve look at me so grateful and satisfied.
Our new friends, as they had appeared, walked away from us with a smile in their eyes, which seemed like goodbye to us.
