by Edward Adams
- Yes…
Chloe looks at me with an air meaning
"But Damn Jul tells".
- Well I want it too much ... I really want it promised but we will wait ... And in front of Arnaud I do! Okay ?
The young woman looks disappointed and nods.
- You know it's just ... I am ... I don't dare alone with you anymore ... I'm afraid he'll take it badly or ...
- You're wrong and I'm formal about that! He would love it or at worst would say that he did not agree ... But I'm sure he would be excited to see my finger ... In what I think is a nice ass.
We still have water at the waist when I have an idea ...
- Wait girls!
They turn around in chorus and I am almost glued to them.
- Take off your jersey!
- Yes, I was thinking about it and I'll take it off upstairs…
Chloe sticks her finger in front of her face, mimicking anger.
- You almost raped me naked then where I am stripping you myself.
- No come on ... Stop! I promise I will remove it…
She can only scream when we pounce on her.
Chloé with one movement raised her leg, then the other and the bikini bottom is already on the ankles that my partner is holding together with a powerful arm.
- Pretty little cat!
I've been laughing since the start of Luce's laughs, shouts and screams trying to escape her fate.
- Continue to scream my beautiful ... The more you scream the more the perverts will flock!
- Oh shit girls! Not now come on! Not in front of everyone!
- Yet you did naturism, right?
I asked the question by tearing down the bikini top with one hand, while holding his arms behind his back with the other.
- Never in front of people ... But with you I will ... I swear!
- We are atheists we dabble! Aaaaaaah I have it ...
Chloe lets go of her ankles and triumphantly shows me her trophy.
- Chloééééé please return it to me!
- I love your jersey! I'm talking about your pubis not about the other ...
I too have the upper hand and I release Luce who no longer laughs at all.
- I can ?
Without waiting for an answer, my fingers gently take and pinch a small pink nipple hardened by the cold seawater ...
- Do you think that without this cold they would be as hard Luce?
Luce doesn't answer but her eyes tell me that she does.
- Good ... Let me finish before answering ... Ask us again to return your swimsuit and we give it to you! But I would like, we would really like you to go out naked with us. And that you expose yourself to these famous perverts not so perverse as that ... And think of the head of your Arnaud ...
- Or his tail!
- Chloe…. Pfff! So ?
Luce only hesitates for a moment and asks me to return her shirt.
She takes it from my hands thanking me and has a shy little smile.
Chloé drops a
"You would have really excited me damage".
- We're going up, I'm cold there?
- Yes Luce ... Come on! Brace yourself my beauty ! Think especially of us who will watch you walk ... And you are very pretty naked for what I saw ...
We come out of the water under the looks that we don't see, Luce, her swimsuit in hand, walking in front of us.
I can't help but look at her and tell her what I think.
- Luce you know ... You really are ... You are a very pretty little woman as they say ...
- Well and me then ... I'm what? A bad ugly woman?
- Chloé tu ...
She takes an outraged look at the compliment I gave our partner and looks at me with the air of an indignant princess.
- Of gustibus and coloribus not disputandum !!!
- Little asshole is going!
I have to stay a moment brooding to translate what I think is right.
And like every time I rave about her culture, her intelligence and the fact that she speaks fluent English, German, Latin and ancient Greek just like Gaelic…
- You really are a fucking pretty little ass Luce you know! Huh jul?
I sigh while restraining myself from laughing…
- De gustibus et coloribus non disputandum! Silly go!
- Beati pauperes spiritu!
- You annoy me sometimes ... Yes she has a very nice ass Luce ...
What else to say ...
We arrive and very quickly I speak to Luce's ear.
Chloé lies down on her bath towel and stands up on her elbows, lifting one leg without even thinking that it opens almost under the eyes of an Arnaud a little surprised at the time then very interested.
She no longer thinks of showing off but she does so without knowing.
- I see that our friends have made a follower ...
- Yes ... Can I stay like that?
- It is especially me who feel obliged to take off these shorts.
Arnaud has a beautiful sex, totally shaved and I do not hesitate to watch it.
Neither did Chloe and Luce.
Especially Chloé who seems fascinated ...
She has not seen many male and hairless sex it must be the first.
Very surely ...
And as I whispered to Luce, thinking that I should be patient but pressed now by the fact that Arnaud is naked too, I tell what happened in the water.
- You know Arnaud, Luce caressed Chloé's breasts and she liked it ... And she didn't refuse when I stuck her mouth on their tips.
Arnaud says nothing but looks at his wife who dares not look at him.
- She's a little afraid that you actually take it wrong ...
- Why not in front of me then?
- Exactly, she would like to do it in front of you now ... Like my finger between her buttocks, she would like me to go further in front of you ...
- Further?
- I just put my finger on her anus in the water ... But Luce would have liked ... I go further! But without you, it's less exciting isn't it? Luce?
The young woman has the tips of her small breasts as hard as taut, and her ripe tomato color shows her confusion.
- Yes if you want ...
- No, it's up to you to decide Luce! To both of you to tell us ... But watching sex Arnaud ... I have an opinion on the topic ..
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Choé has a little laugh ...
- His tail straightened as Jul told ... It was funny ... Exciting too ...
Arnaud band and Luce can not take his eyes off the strained sex.
- Is it true that you got excited about what Jul said?
- Yes ... I will seem stupid to deny it no ... Since when do women turn you on my sweetie?
- Since ... I liked watching them in the movies with you but with them there ... I really wanted to know ... Above all ...
- And you show me how you do it? If you agree, huh ...
He looked at Chloé and me in turn and I say yes for both of us.
I plant my eyes in Luce's and ask her with a smile if she prefers to satisfy her curiosity about Chloe or about me, insisting that neither of us would be offended not to be chosen. ..
My little sausage
This story goes back to the time when the pill was not yet "on sale in monoprix" and it was not easy at the time to get your cramp. The mothers conditioned the girls and they were rarely free to move. For a boy, running his hand through a girl's panties was a victory he gargled with friends. We all dreamed of Swedish girls there, it was said, the girls took their lover to their room under the benevolent gaze of the parents.
I lost my virginity in Ostend in Belgium. This happened during a trip organized by the works council of the company that employed me. That day, a Sunday, it was very hot and gray, the weather was stormy. The schedule in this kind of excursion was always the same, shopping in the morning, sandwich accompanied by a beer on the terrace of a cafe for lunch and beach for everyone in the afternoon.
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This story became less trivial when we arrived on the small beach. In the shape of a bay, it was black with people, cut in the middle by an old wooden pier, a vestige of the old port of Ostend. The sea of a very clear green color, contrasted with a black and threatening horizon.
With 4 or 5 friends we formed a small group in the middle of the crowd. I do not know when, they began to tease me on the pretext that the little sausage with a few towels behind us kept looking at me. I glanced in the direction indicated and, indeed, a girl, who apart from the chest, had little to do with Marilyne Monroe, was looking in our direction, I even think that at that moment our eyes were crossed. She was looking towards us but there was nothing to indicate that it was me she had spotted.
Annoyed, not very comfortable, I proposed to the friends a game of ball in the water. Proposal accepted immediately.
There were a lot of people and, to have some space, we walked until we had water at chest level. Classically, we formed a circle and we passed the ball from hand to hand. We had been there for less than five minutes when the little sausage came to join us, smaller, she had water up to her neck, she tried to catch all the balloons and systematically sent them back to me by giving me strong looks.
Obviously it was I who interested him. Polite, I was trying to start a conversation, but wasted effort, she answered me in a language that must have been flamingo, she did not seem to understand a word of French and like me, I did not speak flamingo, he did not We only had the language of the hands. So I dropped the friends and was more interested in my admirer, I held out my hand, and gently, I took her by the waist and made her turn around me, she let herself float in the water.
I had time to detail it. The square shape of her face had something masculine about it, rather hard features, thin lips, a very small nose and hazel eyes which luckily restored her femininity. This questioning face and his fiery gaze fixed on me gave the impression of launching a challenge.
Emboldened, I put a hand on her chest that she had developed well and firm, a hand not enough to wrap a breast. The most curious part of the story is that we each spoke in our language without understanding each other, the intonation of the voice was enough to inform the other of his state of mind, so I told him and made it clear that I was impressed by his chest. Did she want to impress me even more or had she misunderstood, the fact is that she then took a strap down from her swimsuit, allowing me to take out a breast and appreciate even more. She had water up to her neck and I up to her shoulders, the people around were not paying attention to us. More and more troubled, I approached and gave her little kisses on the mouth while kneading her breasts.
I took advantage of being glued to her to lower my hand into her crotch, pulling the elastic of her swimsuit to make a manual inventory, introducing one then two fingers at the edge of her cunt. She gently spread her thighs to facilitate my intromission while telling me things I did not understand. According to his head it did not displease him. Of course, I bandaged and let him know by rubbing me to her. These games of hands and knowledge of our bodies easily lasted ½ hour, we could hardly go further among the other bathers and it was with regret that we returned to the beach. She went to join the couple and the two small children she was accompanying. I never knew if it was the little sister, the baby siters or the maid, but that doesn't matter.
I was greeted by the inquisitive looks of the friends, they were burning to know how it had happened, asking me questions full of gritty innuendo. I, great lord, knowing that the little girl could see us, I ignored them superbly, I lay on my back and closed my eyes. I could not sleep, of course, thinking about the events I had just experienced, I started to bandage slowly. I was trying to think of something else, it was not possible. On several occasions I turned on my stomach and turned on my back, hampered by this beginning of erection. These half-turns on myself lasted at least a good quarter of an hour and I was always so excited.
From time to time, I discreetly glanced behind me to see what she was doing.
After being interested in the children for a while, she sat down and looked in my direction again. Our eyes met several times, she seemed to be waiting for a sign or something. No doubt disappointed with my apparent passivity, she decided to nod to me, seeming to tell me "we're going back". I was flabbergasted, when it was so difficult to get my hand above the knee of pimbêches that I usually dredged, there I was flirting like a whore. I had to make a decision, if I deflated I passed for a fool in my own eyes. The temptation was too strong, I nodded.
She got up first which allowed me to see her on my feet. Short hair Big legs, comfortable hips in a one-piece swimsuit, she was not fat, rather a teenage girl not yet sided, a solid Flemish as J.Brel sang them. It is likely that she later became a perfectly decent mother. I followed her a few meters, directing us towards the disused pontoon. When she had water up to her neck, she waited for me and grabbed my shoulders, in the water, she was light, I carried her thus under the pontoon, under my feet there here and there were concrete blocks emerging from the sand, the water level was ideal, reaching her shoulders. There was almost nobody at the chosen place and apart from a few swimmers who passed about ten meters away, we were quiet. I leaned it against a pillar of the pontoon about 30 centimeters wide, facing the sea. From the beach we could not see us and the other bathers could only see the heads of two lovers kissing.
Having already noticed how unbalanced I was, she descended from authority the straps of her swimsuit. While kissing him full on the mouth, I grinded her breasts like a hungry. She had her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, her ass rubbing against my tail. The latter very quickly demonstrated its triumphant independence.
Dropping her legs, she grabbed my stiff cock and pulled it out of my shirt. This time, that's it, I was at the foot of the wall, I was going to lose my virginity.
A little panicked, very excited, I could feel the blood beating my temples. I spread the elastic of his shirt and tried to introduce my tail into its foundation, it was not easy, the glans at the edge of his cave, my fingers bothered me. My Flemish then gave me a hand by pulling very hard on the elastic. I only managed to introduce a small part of my tail but the discomfort was too strong, after several attempts so null, I began to disband. (Much later, I wondered if it was the elastic of his jersey or his virginity that blocked me.)
Very uncomfortable, I felt failure coming. Fortunately, my muse had the resource, She lowered her shirt completely to the knees, folded her legs between our two breasts thus presenting her pussy within reach of my tail. This time I entered it without difficulty. The contrast between the cold water and the soft, warm vagina was striking, I again had an erection worthy of the gift she gave me.
Reassured, I felt as good at this moment as I was bad a few minutes before. I floated literally and figuratively, imprinting slow and voluptuous back and forth on our bodies, I could see the lapping of the water on his chin, time seemed to have stopped. Her eyes were serious, scanning my face to read my thoughts, from time to time she closed her eyes as if to soak up and memorize the present moment. The fellowship between us was perfect. Happiness and emotion went up my throat, I was so good that when I felt on the verge of ejaculation, selfishly, I did nothing to hold back, my cum spurted in her long and many times.
Sumptuous fireworks.
We stayed long minutes in each other until my cock, returned to its normal size, naturally out of its case. My mistress then let herself fall gently while readjusting her jersey. How beautiful she was at the time! I supported her then hugged her tightly against me, we kissed full on the lips. Staying there without saying anything for ten minutes, dancing very slowly in the water ...
... And then, we had to join ours.
I wore it until the water came to my waist. Hand in hand we made the last few meters without a word, any word would have been doubly useless. Arrived on the beach, we left each on our side without a kiss, without a word, but with looks that spoke volumes about our emotion.
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bsp; The friends were waiting for me, ready to leave, prompting me to hurry up for fear of missing the bus. Coming down to earth, I dressed summarily, took the rest of my things and followed them without looking back. When I left the beach, I had a pinch in my heart and, turning around, I looked for my initiator, she looked in our direction but turned her head as soon as she noticed.
I no longer remember your name, my little boy, but in my heart, you hold a special place.
My beautiful Mélanie and her friend Robin
Ah, my beautiful Mélanie. On this summer day, we couldn't resist going to the beach, naturist of course. The beach is crowded, but whatever, we have our little corner that only the regulars know. She turns heads, my beautiful, when she arrives on the beach. Indeed, it is not every day that a beautiful plant of twenty-four years comes to get naked in the sun. From the top of her 1.70 m for 60 kg, she has long brown hair. Well, let's not veil our faces, what she likes to show off the most is her 95B and her fully shaved pussy.
Show it off, Mélanie loves it, and so do I. Suddenly it is great, she can dress very sexy without it bothering me, the necklines are de rigueur every day and we are not talking about the miniskirt which regularly arrives just under the buttocks.
