Beach fun 5

by Edward Adams

  The lovers rock

  The last days of vacation were given to me by a nice uncle. He had always taken my side in number of occasions. His brother, my father in this case took him at his word that day. "Well, take care of the boy." Try to get him to think that he has to work on his baccalaureate. It is true that my parents despaired of my natural languor while my other brothers managed. It didn't matter to them that I was suspected of real potential. They were afraid of having designed a dud, a ball for the whole family. My uncle considered their fear hysterical.

  I had always loved this area of Le Croisic. With my cousins, sometimes I drove by bike to Guérande or even Batz. The ambient salty air revived me. In an accent of sincerity I said to the uncle that I would like to settle forever in this corner. The uncle this time barely replied mockingly: "Well, you pass the Bac and do good studies. I make a point of finding you here a pretty cheap house. I heard, I believe the lesson. Wasn't it time to get rid of parents and their whining? I wanted to put a big blow on it. A circumstance hastened this.

  At the end of August we saw a couple of uncle's friends disembark. They came from Versailles. The uncle to mock called them: My couple of intelligentsia. Indeed, she was an editor, and he was an emeritus academic who had his little reputation. On Google you could find his name everywhere and extracts from his articles and books. And by pedantic for a penny. The other did not speak of their profession and their exploits. We never learned that except from the gang or from others. They wanted to know everything about our lives and aspirations. They did the same with me.

  I think that the gentleman with simple deference managed to convince me of my worth and that I was right to listen only to my instinct and my sure desire. However, he apologized for my parents, who like many believed they were doing well. They advised me to deal with them. At some point they would understand my resolution to take this or that route and even take pride in it. I replied without being rude that I had also come to the same conclusion. His wife next to us listening and nodding nodded. I didn't think it could be decisive.

  She was a pretty redhead, well-balanced forties. These few curves did not offend me. Quite the contrary. She reminded me in this regard of one of our neighbors who had since moved. Notorious bitch who did not disdain summer to do naturism in a garden behind. She did not care that she was imputed behind the curtain. Many times my brothers and I jerked off on his flesh. I do not remember without emotion the rays of the sun ending gilding each curve of the buttocks. I thus conceived the area of Paradise promised in so many religions.

  The beautiful editor seemed to me like a reincarnation of this person. I observed however that it was less foolish and vulgar than the original. For the rest by a singular decree of Destiny, she had more or less the same manners. I mean that she too did not disdain to fuck herself naked as long as it was hot. At the beach she did this out of the way and behind a rock. At my uncle's house it was behind an arbor. Still, there were a thousand ways to watch it and be able to polish it. Her husband joked and she retorted the mischievous look; "If it pleases these gentlemen! "

  I gradually learned that she was going further and many men could boast of having benefited from her generosity. One could count among them my uncle. I never opened myself to him. He would have thought he was breaking the rules of hospitality. You should never say bad things about your friends from far or near. At most he conceded that Thérèse _ because that was her first name _ had an asserted or even claimed sensuality. In this he particularly heard that she had a good fork and did not spit on the dive bottle. Besides, drinking made her more lascivious.

  On the other hand, my cousins shamelessly let go of the piece. She was a bitch. She liked the tail. They themselves boasted of having disposed of what I did not want to believe. Teens know this are easily cheerful. Of course the husband did not seem to see anything. The gods seemed in the circumstances to strike him opportunely with blindness. I actually believe that he loved his wife and knew that vice so necessary for the functioning of happiness. The cousins in front of all my denial wanted to offer me such a small demonstration. It was at the beach not far from a rock.

  The beach was not very accessible. What is more, it was full of pebbles, which was prohibitive for many tourists. However, it was reached by steep paths. One of them led to an overhang giving just behind our famous rock. However, binoculars were needed to see better. Armed with this instrument we settled in that day. At the start I only saw Thérèse actually naked, lying on her long towel. The cousins reveled and giggled as they ironed the binoculars. I must have reluctantly examined this as well.

  They saw my embarrassment and laughed at it. They soon called me a puritan and a virgin. I was offended, humiliated as much by their spreading vulgarity as by my own hypocrisy in refuting the same vices in me. Let's say I was ashamed to share my voyeuristic tastes with others. It was obvious that I surely jerked off in front of this insolent flesh offered if I had been alone. However, he took me there for another reason. We waited less than an hour. It took me a while to recognize in the shadow that was advancing on the sand, Armand, garage owner and friend of my uncle.

  He was a fairly silent type who was unhappy in his household. His wife cheated on him. He would use some local prostitutes. He was drinking. Was a good friend and excelled overall in his profession. Known to Saint-Nazaire for this. I never thought he could have a relationship with Thérèse. Nevertheless, he sat down a little away from her, seeming to start a conversation that could seem trivial. She did not seem to be formalized to be naked in front of this shaggy man wearing simple jeans and a T-shirt, sneakers on his feet. Their babbling could have lasted a long time.

  Alleging that nothing was happening in the meantime, I proposed to strike camp. The two cousins were offended that they had told tales. They insisted that we stay still. Indeed said Armand a moment went away. He had taken off his sneakers and was walking along the water soaking his feet in it. His head was down and his hands were in his pockets. Then little by little he returned to the miss who seemed to ignore him. Behind her sunglasses you could indeed believe that she was dozing. So he lay down next to her, starting to caress her. Suddenly they kissed.

  It was she who had obviously taken the initiative. The caresses had to heat it. Shortly after she spread her thighs offering her pussy raw and that he licked. Which he did in no other way. Note that I observed this from afar each time refusing the binoculars that were offered to me. Cousins giggling and reveling in this spectacle. Now he had straightened up, she on his knees. She lowered him the jeans under which there was nothing except a tight cock. I saw that she wanked him and then sucked him. Tired of war at that time, I had to agree to look through the binoculars.

  I distinctly saw the red mane and mouth swallowing greedily Armand's sex. This tense, closed his eyes. His face testifying more to suffering than pleasure. They then tore off the pair of binoculars. Now he was lying on top of her. She squirmed. I had seen this often in porn movies. I found it ridiculous more than disgusting in reality. Like a poor old Armand struggled to do the miss. She seemed to dominate the situation and to want to swallow in his opulent flesh the unfortunate male like a mantis. Soon I didn't want to see it anymore.

  At the last vision, they were doggy style. My cousins wanting to see everything called me a coward and then a coward. Later they told me that Armand had finally fucked him. It was her thing. She loved it. They themselves had not succeeded. They had disbanded each time in front of his ass. I was quite disgusted. I didn't feel big enough to face the next innocent looks of Thérèse. For Armand I secretly despised him. He was insignificant. I was no less jealous of it. In short I had to admit that everything was true about her to the worst slanders.

  Indeed be it myself I observed it from my corner. She was in tune with the party. She was not the last to empty and fill a glass. She had better alcohol than her man. This one was stiff with a face of illuminated ahuri. Angel in the midst of demons he seemed to see nothing. In particular that one f
iddled with his wife and that some whispered in her ear of certain junk food. These details had hitherto eluded me. The reconstructed puzzle was now obvious. What an idiot I was. I understood that I was stupid and that I still had a lot to learn.

  A cousin boasted that the previous night, the bitch had come to visit him on the pretext that her husband was snoring. That she couldn't sleep. She asked for a place in the bed to be able to rest. He followed what we know. The cousin was wanked, sucked. The amount thereafter. The cousin did not offer to call me the next time so I could also take advantage of it. She liked having a lot of guys on her back. I would not be too much. We could inexpensively offer ourselves a beautiful orgy. The offer for sure outraged me. Thereafter I beat cold to the beautiful what she guessed.

  She would have no problem indeed making me spit the song. I was no match for walking around for a long time. In the end I let go of the fact that the cousins had told ignominies about her and that at last I knew that she had an affair with Armand. She burst out laughing, exclaiming: "Naughty you know too much. Tell me. You are spying on me ? I saw in an instant the ambiguity of my position. I was just a filthy Tartufe. My virtue sounded hollow. I did not know how to extricate myself. His blue gaze was unbearable although kind to me. She knew better than I what I wanted.

  Comically it ends by what she consoled me while I had it in slandered history. She insisted that I go with her to the famous beach where I had probably seen him with Armand. From that moment I confessed everything. Indeed, we had ousted it from a certain promontory. She said she knew him because conducive to voyeurs and that did not bother her. Other women whom they also bitches lent themselves to the same game. In short, she maintained her offer that we went together to the rock. At most, she conceded that it was done one day. It had to remain a secret.

  A day when the cousins were to be absent. So that I yield in the end, she threatened to tell my uncle everything. I got scared. I accepted. In the depths of myself I expected nothing to happen on the beach. It was up to me not to give in to temptation. We must have looked weird that day on the steep path to the beach. Sheerly I stayed behind dragging my feet following this pretty woman. One would have believed in a mother and a son more than in a fornicating couple. The sun was burning, the waves laughing. I was going to throw away my clothes and bury the old life.

  Arrived at this end of the world near the rock, she started towards the horizon spreading her arms and offering her body to the cruel darts of the sun as an expiatory victim. A mind less petty and sorrowful than I would have found it sublime. In a jiffy she got rid of her two pieces and seemed naked before me. She watched me ironically and couldn't help laughing. "God! What a face you are!" Have you ever seen a naked woman or rather a girl? "She invited me to do the same and shrugged when she saw me keep my thin pants. Lying down she started to tan.

  We conversed no less. She asked me specific questions which I had to answer. Unusual psychoanalytic session. I saw all the seriousness of it. She really wanted to help me. That I finally give birth to me. Suddenly diverging and rising on the elbow she said to me: "Do you like me? "In any case, I like you. I find you very cute. It's silly that you don't have a girlfriend. "Don't ruin this life. In an instant she was on me sticking to my skin. We were both. Free alone facing the world. It was she who started kissing me. I was diving.

  She had no trouble seeing the ravages of pleasure on my body I bandaged. She pointed out to me that the little underpants didn't hide anything. It was all the more ridiculous with this sinister bulge. She released sex beginning to caress it. To firm it in his hand. I had never been jerked off. It was sweet like music. Immemorial revelation. Finally I gave in. For the first time, I accepted to let go and surrender to a being. Has a nice and fruitful mermaid. From the start I knew she was kind. She seemed inaccessible to sin and all allegiance.

  Her lips were sweet and sweet. I understood that so many men could not resist this enchantment. I was wrong to mock my cousins. We have to live in contact with fairies and goddesses. I thought I melted in his mouth. She offered me my first blowjob. I still have fond memories of it. There were no other pipes so tender and intense. With a little laugh she told me that she would not go further fearing that I would spill. She wanted more and finally collect me whole between her thighs. I entered the river. I was entering the new world.

  There would never have been a safer or more attentive guide in navigation. After the first steps or awkward armfuls I finally took my insurance. A warlike joy flooded me. Finally I had a real wife. I discovered in his eyes a new gleam. This one disappeared with another and fiery kiss. She seemed to take his foot as much as I did. I must still concede to this woman a beautiful generosity in sex. The uncle was right to celebrate in her this reign of sensuality. We did not see the hour pass. In the distance the sun was starting to descend. Death and rebirth mixed.

  We insisted on keeping the secret. We kissed twice more. Each time she came into the night in my bed. It was promised that in Paris we would be lovers. She still had so much to teach me. It was agreed that I should guard against all jealousy. This was no less important than the rest. I had to learn to respect the freedom of the other. In no time I grow up. My parents didn't recognize me. They were grateful to uncle. He himself never suspected the cause of this accomplishment. So twenty years later I still like to pass by my rock.

  Close to my cousins

  I start by introducing myself: my name is Cindy, I am 25 years old today. I am 100% Breton on the paternal side, 50% German 50% Polish on the paternal side. I am a young blond woman, sporty, I measure 1m66 and I live in Brittany.

  Today is my introduction to sex that I want to tell you, to answer in detail to those who ask me questions about the circumstances of my discovery of the opposite sex.

  It is summer 2004. I'm almost eleven years old and like every year, I spend my holidays by the sea with family with my sisters, my cousins and my cousins. We are all together in the evening but during the day, we often divide by group, according to the affinities of each. I spend my time with my two cousins, aged twelve and fourteen.

  This is how a sunny day, as I often find myself at the beach with my two cousins, the oldest, Julien and the one I have been closest to since childhood, Romain.

  Julien is therefore fourteen years old. He is tall, brown, rather lonely. Our cousin Romain, twelve, is also tall, blond and very sociable. It is about four o'clock, after a long swim to swing the ball between us, Julien plays pétanque on the beach with pebbles. I look at him, lying on my towel, with Romain near me.

  We laugh at him, we room him a bit by advising him to go and buy plastic balls ... when my gaze is challenged by the big bump in Romain's boxers. I stay watching, air of nothing. He sees me looking at him and smiles. He asks me what is there and I answer him that his erection can be seen, that he must not get up otherwise everyone will notice.

  He laughs and confirms to me that it is embarrassing and that he waits for it to pass before joining Julien to play with him. Having no brother and having only seen the sex my father from time to time after getting out of the shower but never erect, I shyly ask him a few questions. It intrigues me a lot and attracts me.

  Aren't you too tight in your shirt? Do you bandage often? Is it at its maximum size there? What makes you hard? You don't control anything? He answers all my questions without flinching. I therefore allow myself to go further, mad with curiosity: can I see? He is surprised but seems excited too, he responds positively provided that I show him my crotch too.

  I accept after a short hesitation and we head for the dunes. Once in a small isolated corner, he lowers his shirt. I discovered a very hard sex, it is a good ten centimeters I think. I have no idea if it's a big cock for its age. It is pretty, straight and hard, well proportioned. I look at it from afar then very closely. I am very excited, he is a little embarrassed and holds his boxers under his testicles which I also contemplate closely.

  That's when our big cousin arrives. He asks us what we are doing in
the dunes and accuses us of having left without warning him. He sees Romain the sex out of his boxers. He stops talking to us, taken aback. Then after a long silence, ask Romain to explain to him. What he does straightforwardly, embarrassed by the situation, just like me. Romain's sex gradually decreases until he goes back to his boxers.

  Julien asks me without hesitation, if he too can participate. I tell him yes if he shows me his gender. He wants us to drop our jerseys together, which I hasten to validate. So the three of us end up with our jerseys above the knees. Romain again has a very hard sex, Julien reveals to him a sex that I find enormous, I think that already at fourteen, his sex measures around fifteen centimeters. It is long, very thick, full of veins with a large glans.

  My two cousins come close to me, bend down and look closely at my pubis, then my lips. We look at each other for ten good minutes until Julien asks if he can touch me. He caresses my pubis and is crouched in front of me, his gaze fixed on my lips. For my part, I touch their sexes, one after the other. The sex of Romain now seems very small next to that of Julien. We then return quickly reasonable and get dressed before returning to have fun on the beach and in the water.