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 ï>¿Nude Beach Dare by ShadowLuver

   Dare leads couple to unexpected sexy fun with strangers.

   While at a nude beach in Germany with some friends, my girlfriend Amber
and I received a dare--to walk fully nude across the regular (non-nude)
beach area to the far end, buy ice cream from a kiosk and return.

   Amber and I had been to a nude beach several times, as had our friends,
but never all together.  It was just hours earlier we and our four friends
had all stripped completely in front of each other for the first
time--males and females in all our glory.  We had adapted surprisingly
quickly to the situation, overcoming our nervousness at baring ourselves in
front of people we knew.  We realized it was not embarrassing or awkward
when most others in the area were also nude.  "When in Rome," and all.

   The Dare came about somehow in the course of friendly bantering.  Our
friends awaited our response.

   "You don't think we will?" I challenged, a wry smile playing on my lips.
I looked over and saw a mischievous twinkle in Amber's eyes--she bit the
corner of her lip and merely nodded with encouragement.  We were both aware
that it was one thing to be nude on a nude beach, another to be nude where
we weren't supposed to be and others weren't.

   Our friend Tom scanned down the beach towards the non-nude section, his
hand shading his eyes.  "Nah, I don't think you've got the guts to go
through with it.  There's hundreds of people between here and there who
will see you."

   Tom's girlfriend Kristie chuckled, and said to me, "Hundreds, of which
precisely zero want to see your junk flapping around in the breeze!"
Smiling, she added, "No offense to you, Amber."

   Amber stood and struck a pin-up-type pose.  "They won't even be looking
at him in light of my captivating beauty," she joked with an exaggerated
fluttering of her eyelids.

   "Can't argue with that," I said, a rather stupid grin on my face.

   My other buddy paced around Amber with mock seriousness as he pretended
to examine and assess her body.  With a faux English accent, he said, "Yes,
I think perhaps she has a good point, yes." Nodding, he proffered his
conclusion.  "Yes, yes, indubitably.  A fine specimen of human female
beauty."

   Amber rolled her eyes and playfully slapped his arm with the back of her
hand.  "Gee, thanks, Jack.  Such a heartfelt compliment just might go to a
girl's head."

   The object of our attention, Amber, was a beautiful and friendly
23-year-old woman with thick raven hair and startlingly blue eyes.  Her
long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which accentuated her strong
cheekbones and cute dimple on her left cheek.  The sun highlighted her firm
abs and compact breasts, long well-toned legs, and well, her entire
athletic--and very feminine--figure.

   Jack snapped his attention back up to our eyes and grinned.  "So now,
you guys gonna just talk the talk, or are you gonna walk the walk?"

   Not one to shy away from a proper dare, I stood up next to Amber.  We
locked eyes a moment and simultaneously grinned.  The two of us faced our
friends, fully nude, and slipped on our sandals.

   "Ok, let's do this!" I said.  "We'll bring something back for you, if
you behave," I added with a wink at our friends.  I turned to Amber. 
"Ready?"

   Amber nodded firmly and struck a power pose, hands on her hips, chin
exaggeratedly high, chest forward.  She pointed forward with a straight arm
towards our destination.  "Onward and westward!"

   My gaze darted between her pointed finger, her tantalizing nude body,
and the direction she was pointing.

   "Except you're heading south," Tom countered, laughing.  "But that's the
spirit!"

   So, joining hands, Amber and I set out on our quest.  We walked near the
water's edge, along the more compact sand.  The sun felt warm on our faces
and the salty smell of the sea wafted on a light breeze.  I took a deep
satisfying breath and smiled over at Amber.  I paused to appreciate her
soft rounded breasts--her pink areolae just dark enough to visibly contrast
with her sun-kissed skin, and her nipples slightly erect in the ocean
breeze.  I had to divert my thoughts to avoid getting aroused.

   I loved her figure, her shape, her confidence--I was proud to be seen
with her.  And I felt proud to have others see her sexy nude body.  I
wondered if others also found her attractive, maybe even arousing.  That
thought stirred some dormant emotion in me, and I realized I liked the idea
of Amber turning on others on the beach as she strode by.

   We continued walking along the shore.  To one side was the sea, waves
crashing beneath a deep blue sky spotted with a few puffy white clouds.  To
the other side were groups of nude bodies scattered about the light fine
sand--lying and sunning, reading, walking, a couple of guys tossing a
Frisbee, a family having a picnic.

   People of every body type and age were out enjoying the day--all but a
very few were fully nude.  Fit, dumpy, well endowed, and not so well
endowed.  Middle-aged men with fat stomachs and skinny legs.  Mothers with
small children, one with a baby at her exposed breast.  Young, old, tall,
short.  Nubile teens with flat bellies and perky boobs, a male bodybuilder
with a disproportionately small dick.  Trimmed pussies, bare pussies,
natural bushes, pierced nipples, tattoos, big tits, small tits, large
areolae, tiny nipples.  A visual smorgasbord of bare flesh.

   I pondered the saying, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," as we
passed a group of young women playing cards, their firm full breasts
glistening with suntan oil and sweat, nipples proudly looking forward. 
Several were casually sitting cross-legged, with attractively exposed
genitalia.  Maybe it was just me, but what my eyes beheld was beauty.

   It felt so natural and free, just walking along, taking in all the
sights.  Feeling the warm breeze on our bare skin, no clothes binding or
restricting.  I was surprised in light of the nudity how generally
non-sexual the setting was--just like other beaches, but with much more
skin.  Yes, of course we both looked--we were young, curious, and usually
horny.  But once we got used to the near-universal nudity, the situation
mostly seemed normal.

   Until we reached the boundary of the nude area.  We stopped by a sign
that delineated the nude/clothing-optional ("FKK") section from the normal
beach.  We looked at each other.  Amber said, "Well, last chance to chicken
out.  We doing this?" She waited, a tiny smile playing at the corner of her
full, kissable lips.

   I looked at her, at the very clear boundary sign, then squinted down the
rest of the beach where the ice cream kiosk was.  "Looks like we're a
little over halfway there.  Once we go, we need to keep going.  And, what
if they won't sell us anything at the kiosk or someone calls the police or
something?"

   Amber simply shrugged.  "Well, we'll just have to see what happens.  For
now--in for a penny..."

   She stepped over the boundary and out of the nude section, looked back
over her shoulder with a 'coming?' glance, and smiled.  I admired her
sculpted bare ass for a delightful moment--in my opinion, the nicest ass on
the beach--then joined her.  We walked briskly onward along the regular
beach, externally exuding confidence but internally pretty nervous.

   I should add some situational clarification here, especially for most
Americans.  Our behavior wasn't quite as outrageous as it sounds, because
many females on the regular beach were also topless.  Being topless on a
German beach, at least at the time, simply didn't constitute "nudity," for
males or females.  Thus Amber's nudity wasn't as blatantly obvious unless
one looked directly.  The all-too-major difference for both of us, of
course, was being bottomless as well.  Hence the "daring" part of our Dare.

   So, we continued to walk along, our genitals exposed to the warm air,
sun, and other people--we were the only ones fully nude on that part of the
beach other than toddlers or babies.  My balls slapped gently on my thighs
as I walked, my dick swayed back and forth in rhythm with my steps as if
nodding and greeting other beachgoers.  Amber's toned abs and legs rippled
with unseen strength.  Her pussy was topped by a small patch of neatly
trimmed pubic hair that seemed to float just above her vulva, pointing down
like an arrow at her exposed labia.

   I was acutely aware of our nudity in that section of the beach, our
total exposure, and the potential risk of getting in trouble--we didn't
know how seriously the rules-conscious Germans might take our infraction.
Yet, that awareness only seemed to heighten the excitement and
"naughtiness" of what we were doing.   -"

   I noticed several men nodding with appreciation at Amber as we passed,
and others grinning and nudging their friends.  I again felt a mix of
pleasure and pride that my sexy nude girlfriend was the one prompting their
reactions.

   A couple of people called out as we crossed the regular beach area,
telling us that we were not in the "FKK" section, but most on the beach
either didn't see us or ignored us.  We tried not to make eye contact with
others on the beach as we passed by.

   We arrived at the kiosk in the non-nude section without incident and
joined the queue to buy ice cream.  Fully nude, in broad daylight--with
several other people wearing at least swimsuits standing closely together
with us.  I thought that it would get weird at that point, but the others
in line didn't seem fazed by two nude people in their midst.

   We instinctively were careful not to crowd the people in front of us to
avoid awkwardness as much as possible (we had no control over the distance
behind us).  But, perhaps because we were fit, young, and non-threatening,
or for some other reason, we got no objections from the others in the
kiosk's queue.  As it turned out, Amber's gorgeous body caused the opposite
response.

   Standing behind us in line was a single man from England.  With a huge
grin, he greeted us and introduced himself as Simon.  His gaze never left
Amber's bare breasts and semi-hard nipples for more than a second--he never
did look me in the eye.  He was older than we were, probably in his early
30s, but not so old as to be creepy.  He was personable and kept himself
fit.

   Simon was instantly enamored with Amber.  I think his brain was
overwhelmed from trying to reconcile our public location with our--well
Amber's--lack of clothes.  He peppered her with questions: where we were
from, what we were doing there, why she was naked.  His eyes roved openly
up and down her body, hungrily taking in the nubile beauty before him.  My
guess is he felt like a man that just won the lottery--the "dream come
true" fantasy jackpot.

   For her part, Amber casually stood and talked to Simon as if nothing
were out of the ordinary.  She did not take offense at being ogled, but
also did not offer any hint of flirtation.  Just carried on a cordial
conversation during which she happened to be nude and everyone else (except
me) wasn't.  I never did find out how she was feeling at that time--if she
was nervous or turned on, or comfortable with the situation.

   I was fascinated watching the two of them, and their unusual dynamics.
When Amber moved or gestured, her breasts would sway slightly and her
nipples responded to the breeze in varying degrees.  To the extent Simon
managed to make eye contact with her at all as they chatted, his eyes would
dart down to her nipples with each movement as if he were afraid he might
miss something.  The fact I was standing right beside Amber the whole time
did not seem to diminish Simon's obvious interest in her or his open
appreciation of her nude body.

   Our ice cream purchase itself was vaguely anticlimactic--the vendor took
our money and handed us our cones without comment or batting an eye at our
lack of clothes.  Not even a smirk or snide remark, or an innuendo-laced
wish that we have a good day.  Equally surprisingly, none of the customers
near us other than Simon said anything or reacted in any discernible way. I
guess I had expected some sort of reaction--maybe even hoped for some
tangible reaction--in light of what we thought was quite bold and risky
behavior.

   Ice cream in hand, Amber and I started back towards our friends.  Simon
came with us, chatting and continuing to devour Amber with his eyes as we
walked.  Simon and I both occasionally paused, as if in sync somehow, and
watched Amber as she ran her tongue across her ice cream, licking, circling
it, pressing her lips together as she swallowed.  I'm pretty sure she was
just eating her ice cream, but she unwittingly made the process sensual as
hell.  At one point Simon and I were both captivated by a drop of ice cream
that fell and landed on her breast, just above her nipple.  I was about to
offer assistance when Amber glanced down and chuckled, "Oops." She wiped
the drop off with her finger and licked it off.  Then she simply smiled at
us, ostensibly unaware of the effect she had on us.  I shook my head and
gave renewed attention to finishing my cone.

   We paused at the boundary to the FKK section, assuming Simon would head
back to wherever he came from on the regular beach.  But he simply paused
as well, giving no indication we were ending our little social interaction.
Amber and I exchanged a mental shrug and the three of us continued back to
where we were sitting in the nude section.  We didn't expressly invite
Simon, but he took our polite ongoing conversation as permission to join
us. He seemed nice and friendly enough, so we didn't see any harm.

   We rejoined our friends where we had left them.  They were on the far
side of the main beach, away from the water, backed by a large hill.  The
location was partially screened--but not hidden--by a few bushes.

   I said to the group, "Well, I told you if you behaved, I'd bring you
back something.  So, everyone, this is Simon!" Our friends all chuckled;
Simon looked confused.  To Simon, I said, "Don't worry, just a dumb Inside
joke."

   Simon shrugged and nodded.  "No problem." To the group, he said, "I
assume I'm not what you expected as your "good behavior" reward." Prompting
laughter, he added, "I just hope you weren't expecting ice cream!"

   We introduced Simon individually to our four nude friends.  Thankfully
Simon did not ogle the women as he had been doing to Amber, but instead
politely said hello.  He then hung back as the rest of us shared the
details and celebrated the successful completion of our dare.

   We chatted for a few more minutes with our friends, who then said that
they needed to leave.  Amber and I chose to stay longer and spread out our
towels while our friends put on their clothes and headed out.

   Amber and I sat down on our towels, still fully nude, facing the water.
Simon spread out his towel near ours and sat down, facing us, still in his
swimsuit.  We all chatted for a while, making small talk, but Amber's and
my interest in doing so soon waned.  Following the successful completion of
our public dare, we just wanted to lounge and doze in the warm sun.

   After dropping several unsuccessful hints, Amber shut down the
conversation by stretching and lying back with a yawn.  She sighed and
closed her eyes, shuffling her shoulders to shift the sand under her towel
into a comfortable position.  I stretched out next to Amber, picked up a
book, and tried to read.  The warm sun felt wonderful on our bare skin,
with just a hint of a breeze playing over us to prevent getting too warm.

   Rather than lie down, or do something, or leave, Simon just sat there
and admired Amber.  Her feet were towards him, the sun glinting off and
highlighting the exposed side of her nude body.  Simon was lined up so his
view was straight up Amber's legs toward her uncovered pussy.  Her breasts
were visible just beyond--from that angle he would have seen her darker
pink nipples cresting her swollen mounds like little hats.

   Simon sat and looked, not talking or even pretending to do anything
otherwise--he was starting to lean towards the "creepy" side of things.  I
tried to ignore him, assuming he would take the hint and do something else.

   After a few minutes, I glanced up again and considered Simon sitting
there, ogling Amber--as if he were trying to memorize every detail of her
exquisite body.  I felt an initial flush of irritation at his breach of
nude beach etiquette, but my irritation somehow morphed into
mischievousness as a different idea crept into my mind.

   I'm not sure what triggered my change of mood, but my earlier feelings
regarding others seeing Amber returned.  I felt the strong urge to push the
envelope, taunt him a bit.  Tease him with what he could not have.  Or
perhaps give him a treat, and satisfy my newly discovered pleasure in
showing off Amber at the same time.  Pretty clearly I was still in the
"risky in public" mindset from our earlier dare.

   I took a bottle of suntan oil, and without speaking slowly drizzled a
stream of oil along Amber's belly up to her neck, with a slight swirl
across her boobs on the way.  Amber gave a slight start when the first
drops hit her skin, but she remained still with eyes closed and a look of
contentment on her face.  The comforting smell of coconut oil wafted up as
I ran my hands through the oil, spreading it over her flat stomach, feeling
her smooth slippery skin, and her toned muscles just underneath.  I slid my
hands up to and over her shapely breasts, where I took longer than
necessary to knead, caress and work the oil over her swells.  I smiled as I
felt her nipples harden against my palms.

   As I caressed Amber's flawless skin with oil, out of the corner of my
eye I checked to see our personal voyeur's reaction.  I took pleasure in
watching Simon squirm to adjust the hardening bulge in his trunks without
being obvious--and took pleasure knowing he was reacting to my girlfriend's
sexy body.

   Refocusing on Amber, I drizzled oil up one of her legs from her ankle to
upper thigh and rubbed the oil up her shins and onto her thighs.  As I
rubbed high on her inner thigh, occasionally my fingers lightly brushed the
lower edge of her labia, causing her to twitch and catch her breath.  I
pulled her thigh muscle up to the side a little with my caresses then let
it drop back, which would offer Simon a flash of her pussy.  I moved to her
other leg and again worked from the feet up, but this time pulled her legs
a little further open, intentionally revealing more of her moistening sex
to Simon.

   Knowing that a stranger was watching--and getting aroused at seeing my
girlfriend's nude body--turned me on almost as much as physical
stimulation. It made me want to show her, expose her, and delight in that
exposure.  I wanted others to appreciate and get off seeing her in such an
intimate personal way.  Relish seeing her as normally only I could.  I knew
Simon would be seeing her pink inner pussy lips and hooded clit each time I
"inadvertently" pulled her outer labia open with my caresses.  The thought
that he was seeing her exposed sex triggered a stirring of pleasure deep in
my groin.

   My cock, free and exposed in the sunlight and open-air, seemed to move
around independently as it started partially swelling, then softening, and
generally drifted randomly in a semi-aroused state.  For some reason, I
felt that I shouldn't--and tried not to--get an erection there in public,
despite my sensual actions.  I suppose on some level I was still guided by
some conventional societal norms.  I paused at one point and ran baseball
statistics through my head, pictured unattractive things.  It was difficult
but I mostly succeeded in remaining only semi aroused--well at least not
fully hard--for the moment.

   Simon was not so concerned.  He stared at my hands caressing Amber's
nude body, mesmerized, and was by then fully tenting his trunks.  He no
longer attempted to hide his aroused condition.

   Up to that point, everything could be passed off as just sensually
applying suntan oil.  But my pent-up excitement and arousal from publicly
displaying Amber caused me to need more--I needed to be touched.

   I glanced around the area to see how visible we were to others on the
beach.  Because we were so far back from the water, coupled with being
partially obscured by bushes from certain angles, there were limited points
on the beach where we would be visible to the casual observer.  And no one
seemed to be in those locations at that moment.

   So, I moved up closer to Amber's side, took her hand, and placed it on
my hardening cock.  Amber paused a split-second, then instinctively gripped
and started slowly stroking it, never opening her eyes or saying a word. 
Maybe she thought we were alone.  Maybe she didn't care.  Or maybe she was
turned on--as I was--by being sexual in public with someone seeing us.  I
never did ask her.

   Seeing this, Simon's eyes widened, and he looked up at me.  As my cock
swelled to fullness in Amber's hand I smiled and gave Simon a slight
encouraging nod toward his lap.  He slowly reached into his swimsuit,
unsure, and hesitatingly took out his rigid cock, as if waiting for me to
say something or stop him at any moment.

   I didn't stop him, and he became emboldened by my apparent approval.  He
pushed up onto his knees and slid his trunks down.  He gripped his hard
cock, and started openly wanking.  His eyes were riveted on Amber's toned
and oiled nude body glimmering in the sunlight, pearls of moisture visibly
clinging to her trimmed pussy hair and lips.  I could only imagine that her
stroking my cock exponentially enhanced the eroticism of the scene.

   Amber caressed and rubbed my hardness, still lying on her back, eyes
closed.  Simon became more confident and shuffled closer on his knees,
almost to her feet, his throbbing cock jutting out like a flagpole on a
building.  He leaned in for a closer look at her slightly open pussy,
glistening with oil mixed with a trace of her feminine juices.  I reached
down and traced my finger between her labia lips, sliding easily with her
lubrication and gently spread open her pussy.  Amber shuddered.  Simon
first froze, then pumped his rod faster.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement nearby.  Turning, I saw a
German man, nude, standing about ten feet away.  He was hovering close
enough to see everything, both watching us and looking about cautiously.  I
felt a stab of panic, thinking we were caught and in trouble.  But I soon
calmed as I realized he was there to enjoy himself, not report us.  He was
watching with great interest and his growing arousal was obvious.

   My "fight or flight" adrenaline rush turned to a rush of arousal. 
Someone else--someone additional--was watching, getting turned on seeing my
sexy nude girlfriend, her body, her pussy, her tits, seeing her stroking
me. I loved it.  I don't know why: pride that she was "mine," the pure
sexuality of the situation, the public risk--whatever it was, my cock
throbbed with the knowledge she was turning on yet another stranger, in
public, in broad daylight.

   I caught the German's eye and nodded slightly, my eyes and chin
gesturing toward Amber's nude body.  He cautiously moved in closer,
assessing the situation.  His eyes darted to the nude goddess lying before
him, to Simon pumping his dick at her feet, and then back to me to make
sure his approach was ok.  Concluding he was welcome based on our
reactions, he knelt on the opposite side of Amber from me, about five feet
back, and started stroking his erect dick.  His eyes locked on Amber's
tits, seeing them moving like rippling waves as her hand pumped my cock
just beyond.

   Breathing deeply, I imagined the tableau we presented: I was getting a
hand job in front of two strangers, who were in turn openly stroking their
cocks over my girlfriend.  All in public.  Visible to any who may happen to
pass by.  Exposed to any who might enjoy.  Risky.  Sexy.  Mind-boggling.

   Arousal took control of my actions, my mind void of any further worry
about being seen, caught, or other risks.  I reached forward and ran my
hand down Amber's belly and spread her pussy lips open as I caressed her
clit and vulva, giving Simon a birds-eye view of her exposed sex.  Still on
his knees, he leaned forward with one hand on the sand near her knee.  His
head was only a couple of feet from her inviting treasure box, his eyes
glued on that vision as if she would disappear if he blinked.  His pulsing
cock hovered over her shins, bouncing with each uneven stroke.  It occurred
to me that a well-aimed long shot of cum would easily hit her thighs,
potentially even reach her pussy.

   The German (I never did know his name) was evidently feeling encouraged
by Simon's encroachment.  He shuffled forward close to Amber, his knees
nearly touching her side.  His cock strained forward over her arm as if it
were trying to peek at her tits.  Still stroking his manhood, he
tentatively reached his other hand in the air above Amber and slowly waved
his arm side to side, like a reed in the wind, as if imagining he was
caressing her.  He noticed I was watching and nervously gave me an
inquisitive look--seemingly asking for permission.

   I leaned down and whispered to Amber, speaking for the first time since
shutting down our earlier chat with Simon.  "You know you have an audience
here, right?" Eyes still closed, she smiled a tiny bit and nodded,
squeezing my cock harder and stroking more deliberately.  I asked further,
"They want to touch you, do you want to let that happen?" She paused a
millisecond, biting her lower lip.  Then without a word she gave a big
Cheshire cat grin and moved her hand down to her pussy, replacing my hand.

   Amber was as turned on as the rest of us.  Without missing a stroke of
my cock she gave a soft hum as she opened her legs and began circling her
clit with her fingers, unabashedly pleasuring herself.  She slid her
fingers down and pulled open her pussy, dipped deep into her vagina to
capture her wetness, then smeared it over and around her labia lips and
clit.  She was wantonly displaying her most intimate treasures out in the
open, for me and strangers.  I couldn't believe what was happening, but I
was loving it.

   I ran my hand up from her pussy across her belly, to one breast then the
other, circling her nipples, her areolae contracting under my touch. 
Looking over at the German, I impulsively took things to the next level--my
desire to glean pleasure from knowing she was turning on others controlling
my actions.  I made a small circle in the air over her tits, turning my
palm up and tipping my fingers down towards her nipple in a "be my guest"
gesture.  He nodded with a smile and reached out, ran his fingers up
Amber's arm, then across her chest and down to her boobs, cupping them,
running his fingers around her nipples, one then the other in turn.

   I looked over to see that Simon had taken the initiative and had moved
up even closer to Amber, taking advantage of her further opening her legs.
He had let go of his cock and was caressing her inner thighs, up, just
brushing the lower edge of her pussy lips, and down the other side.  He
drank in the view of her sex as she masturbated, examined her like a child
discovering a new toy.

   Amber was rubbing herself with some fervor at this point.  She
contracted and released her pelvis, which pressed her pussy up and apart,
glistening, wet, and open.  Simon didn't even glance my way as he moved his
hand right up to her pussy, tracing his fingers along her slit, below
Amber's fingers, around her moist lips.

   "Outside only," I warned with a stern look, startling him by breaking
the silence.  He nodded and continued stroking around and outside Amber's
vulva, occasionally testing my restriction by sliding a partial fingertip
just slightly between her lips.  He began pumping his rock-hard cock again,
his eyes never leaving Amber's juicy womanhood and her personal
ministrations just centimeters from his fingers.

   Pulling my cock from Amber's grip to slow my build-up, I sat back with
amazement.  I slowly stroked myself and watched Amber and two highly
aroused nude strangers pleasure themselves, openly, publicly, and without
shame or worry.  Two yearning cocks pointed at my lithe girlfriend, her
sexual juices oozing out of her pussy and down her legs.  My cock twitched
in empathy as Amber's body shivered with what looked like a small orgasm.

   Both men's cocks were shiny with oil and pre-cum.  Their hands slid up
and down their rods, balls swaying, muscles taut and flexing.  Amber
continued rubbing herself, sliding her fingers into her vagina, pulling
open her lips, circling her clit, then reaching down and tickling her
perineum between her vagina and anus.

   The German leaned over more, and before I could say anything he started
rubbing the tip of his cock over Amber's closest nipple, causing it to
harden more and the areola to contract.  I stared, uncertain if this was
ok, with her or with me.  But the vision was so erotic, so sexy--to see
Amber writhing under the caresses of a nude stranger's dick--I simply
watched, my cock pulsing to some subconscious primal rhythm.

   Pre-cum oozed out of the German's dick, coating its head.  As he traced
his rigid cock over Amber's erect nipples, strings of pre-cum would cling,
stretch out, then break as he pulled away.

   My lust overwhelmed and guided my thoughts, and I figured if the German
rubbing his cock on her was ok with Amber, I was good with it as well. 
More than good, I realized--I savored the idea, loved that she was so sexy
to these strangers.

   I sat, mesmerized, and continued slowly stroking my cock.  The German's
cock brushed Amber's nipple, causing it to bend and spring back, her tit
rippling with the pressure of his dick.  Her body undulated sensually with
pleasure.  My turgid cock strained with pleasure and was almost painfully
hard.

   Glancing back below, Amber had spread her legs even further as she
worked her clit, wide enough for Simon to shuffle right up and kneel
between her thighs with his rigid cock right above her pussy.  His cock tip
was inches from her open womanhood, and he looked ready to either spurt
onto her or even enter her--but he was obeying my command to stay outside.

   Watching through the veil of my arousal, I wasn't sure if I wanted Simon
to actually cum on her--I felt torn between wanting to see that and wanting
to protect her from that more intimate physical contact.

   For a moment I even envisioned Simon's hard member sliding into her open
wet vagina, or spurting cum all over her pussy and belly--but knew on some
level I didn't want him to enter her or do that.  Or I didn't think I did.
Or maybe I did--my thoughts were jumbled and chaotic.  Without resolving
the issue in my mind I instead just watched, frozen with indecision and
fascination.  My horniness clouded any rational thought.

   Meanwhile, the German decided that if touching her tits with his cock
was ok, then it must also be ok with his mouth.  I was startled to see him
sucking Amber's nipples, caressing her chest, all the while still madly
pumping his cock.  Before I could register my feelings about this sexual
intimacy or intervene, my dick jumped and my breath caught.  I watched as
the German abruptly sat up, arched his pelvis forward with his throbbing
pole pointing directly at Amber, and came.

   The German's cock pulsed as he shot glops of semen onto Amber's tits,
her nipples, her neck, and arms.  With each spurt, viscous liquid splashed,
pooled, and dripped onto and off her body.  One or two ropes overshot her
body and hit the sand, clumping in strings and beads like a child's glue
project.

   Amber did not flinch or show surprise when the German's cum splattered
on her--she just lay still until the deluge had dwindled to drops.  She
then opened her eyes, smiled, and pulled herself up onto her elbows, and
gazed down at her cum speckled body.  Looking over at me she purred, "Mmm,
warm." A deep longing burned in my loins as she casually dragged a finger
through a blob of semen between her boobs and traced across first one
nipple then the other, her eyes locked on mine.  She lay back down, slid
her hand down across her belly, and resumed rubbing and circling her clit.

   This all triggered some primal reaction in me, and I knew I had to have
my cock inside her right then.  I needed to ravage her and own her with
strength and control.  My base instincts of power, proprietorship, and lust
superseded any caution or concern about where and what we were doing, or
how public.  Without a word I moved aggressively toward where Simon was
kneeling between Amber's wide open legs--he awkwardly jumped back out of my
way in reaction to my approach.

   I knelt facing Amber, my erection straining to reach her waiting cleft,
relishing the sight of her inner petals--open, pink, wet, and tender. 
Amber slid her hands out to her thighs, offering her aroused pussy to me,
glistening in the sunlight.  I shuffled forward to accept her treasured
gift.  I rubbed my cock up and down between her labia lips, lubricating
with her copious fluids and feeling her softness--my arousal flared as I
caught a brief waft of her ambrosial scent.  I thrust smoothly and
forcefully into her, feeling the muscles of her vagina tighten and pull at
my cock as I slid in and nearly out, then pushed in further, all the way
until our pelvises met.

   We fucked with raw lust, without tenderness--my balls slapped her ass
cheeks and my dick touched her cervix with the deeper thrusts.  I could
feel perspiration run down my forehead, aware of random drops falling onto
her naked flesh below.  She continued to furiously rub her clit as I
pounded in and out of her, both of us roiling with sexual pleasure and
building toward our approaching release.

   Her body writhed wildly--she almost rocked my cock out of her pussy. 
Then she froze, muscles clenched, her pelvis contracted, lifted, and
holding me inside her.  I felt her vaginal walls spasm uncontrollably
around my cock as her body shuddered.  She arched back, lifting her hips
against me as if to take me deeper, and gave a guttural moan.  "Aaah, oh
god, mmmm...mmhm, hrmmrrmm," as her whole body trembled.  Her pussy
released a flood of juice, escaping around my swollen shaft and coating my
balls.

   As Amber's orgasm subsided I resumed thrusting with increasing speed, my
climax fast building down deep inside, its arrival imminent.

   But my climactic journey was interrupted when I happened to look up at
Simon.  He had moved up by Amber's chest and was rubbing his rigid cock all
over her cum splattered tits and nipples, smearing them and himself with
the German's cum.  I paused my movement, holding deep inside Amber's pussy
as I processed this.  My eyes then widened as Amber reached out and wrapped
her hand around Simon's cum smeared cock and started stroking it, her hand
gliding smoothly up and down its well-lubricated shaft.

   I took in the sight, but was so worked up and needing to cum that I
shook my head as if dismissing some distraction and resumed thrusting
forcefully in and out of Amber's drenched pussy.  Feeling my shaft sliding
inside her velvety wetness, I savored the build-up to my pending
release--the release of hours of pent-up sexual energy.  At the same time,
a corner of my mind also wondered how things had evolved so far beyond
simple exhibitionism.  Which turned out to be an understatement, as Amber
again took things a step further.

   I watched with disbelief as Amber pulled Simon's hard pole towards her
and guided it towards her mouth.  I slowed somewhat but continued fucking
Amber, the erotic scene before me unfolding as in a dream.  My cock jerked
as Amber parted her lips to greet her new visitor.  She ran her tongue
around the head, with a mixture of Simon's pre-cum and the German's cum
forming strings from her mouth to his cock that stretched and shrunk or
broke as she dipped closer and away.  She then slid her lips fully over the
head and down his shaft.

   The sight of Simon's cock disappearing into Amber's mouth sent me over
the edge, and I felt an electric jolt deep in my groin like a detonator
triggering an explosive.  With a grunt, I rammed my cock into Amber's pussy
and rapidly pounded hard and fast as I felt semen rush up from my balls,
along the length of my cock, and explode with volume and force deep inside
her.  Amber's vaginal walls pulsated in response to my eruption, as I
continued to pump cum into her.  She paused her blowjob and devoted her
attention to me as I frenetically fucked through my ejaculatory spasms.

   As my climax subsided I slowed and continued to press more gently into
her until I began to soften.  I pulled out, still partially erect despite
my massive orgasm.  Both Amber's labia and my dick were covered with a
cocktail of cum and her pussy juice.  The thick fluid hung, stretched, then
dripped off my cock as if in slow motion, and fell back onto her clit and
open lips.  My body was still taut, aroused, and my skin felt like it was
on fire, while at the same time I felt sated.

   Sitting back, I took a moment and contemplated Amber lying nude in the
sunshine, catching her breath--legs spread, with one hand still gripping
Simon's erect dick.  Her vagina was gaping from just being filled with my
cock, and I watched with fascination as a pearl of white semen appeared at
her opening, then swelled in size as more began to collect and press out. A
small glob of cum overflowed and oozed out of her vagina and slid down
along her perineum, across her anus, then dropped onto her towel.  Dried
cum was still visible on her tits, nipples, and neck, along with a few
stray droplets splattered on her belly.  I registered the entire erotic
image in my mental "fantasy wanking material" file for future use.  It has
had plenty of use.

   Amber twisted up on one elbow and resumed sucking Simon, generously
continuing the blowjob she had started.  She audibly slurped his cock, one
hand at the base and pulling it far in, lips spread and pulling with each
thrust.  It was so damn hot my cock twitched and started to harden again.
And I wasn't the only one experiencing an encore erection.

   Hearing a noise to my side, I looked over and saw that the German had
moved closer to me for a better view of Amber's open cum soaked pussy--he
was once again hard and stroking his cock.  We made eye contact, and he
smiled.  He whispered with awe as he regarded Amber, "Sehr geil." He
continued to wank as he watched my Amber suck Simon's dick.  I silently
nodded my agreement, getting the gist of his remark if not sure of the
exact translation--he, she, and the situation were hot, or he was horny,
maybe both.  I gave it but a fleeting thought.

   By then my emotions whirled and most rational thought had long since
dissipated.  I left the German and crawled closer to Amber's upper body for
a better view of her magic mouth working Simon's cock.  I was unexpectedly
aroused and fascinated seeing her sliding a stranger's cock into her mouth.
I wrapped my hand around my cock again, imagining how it felt to be the
cock Amber was swallowing.

   I was tangentially aware that down below, the German had slid over and
was kneeling between Amber's still open legs, facing her.  He methodically
stroked his rod in the air directly above Amber's drenched pussy.

   Catching movement further out, I looked past Amber and Simon to see that
we had been joined by two voyeurs, watching us.  By that point I seemed no
longer capable of being startled or worried about the public risks of our
conduct--I didn't experience the flash of fear or nervousness at being
"caught" that I had just a short time earlier.  I simply noted that they
were there, watching, and turned on.

   The two men stood about twelve feet away, facing us with their backs to
the sea.  One was an old man, thin and saggy, with grey sparse hair, and
the other was a young guy probably in his late teens, fit and vibrant. 
They were vigorously pumping their cocks--the old man didn't seem fully
hard, the younger was both hard and large.  They both seemed content to
watch and wank from a distance and didn't make any move to approach.  The
fact that they were there, however, added to my swirling melee of arousal
and emotions, fueling the dreamlike fantasy of events that seemed to be
unfolding, unbidden and unpredictable.

   I turned my attention back to Amber, and to Simon's cock appearing and
disappearing into her mouth.  I absent-mindedly continued to stroke my
almost fully recovered erection as I watched, engrossed and turned on by
the sight, neither jealous nor concerned at that moment.  It was so sexy
and hot, I just loved seeing her loving a cock like that.  I was on some
level astounded that she would be there, in public, exposed, engaging in
sex with strangers, but that thought only served to heighten my arousal.

   Glancing back at the German, his cock was poised just inches above
Amber's gaping pussy, rock hard and pulsing.  His cock's head was pointed
slightly down towards her belly as he stroked its length and looked between
her pussy and the blowjob a few feet away.  He was basically in the same
position Simon was in earlier when I had told Simon to stay outside of her.

   He looked up at me and asked, "Darf Ich?" ("May I?")

   I hesitated but a moment, thinking he was asking permission to cum on
Amber's pussy and belly.  I looked at Amber gulping down Simon's cock, her
body already smeared with suntan oil, perspiration, and cum, and back to
the German, then to Amber's dripping pussy.  A mental image of him shooting
cum out over Amber's tidy pubes and belly caused my dick to twitch with
pleasure.  I shook my head in surrender at the situation and shrugged,
"What the fuck, at this point why not?" With a curt nod, I added, "Go
ahead, I think she'll like it."

   The German smiled, nodded, and leaned forward.  But he didn't cum as I
expected.  Rather, he pressed the long underside of his shaft between
Amber's pussy lips and started sliding forward and back between them like a
saw.  His cock head popped up and out towards her belly then almost back
down to her clit as he rubbed back and forth along her cleft, which was
well lubricated with a mix of Amber's pussy juice and my cum.  Amber's
matching gyrations confirmed that the soft underside of the German's cock
was rubbing along her clit.

   I found myself once again torn between thinking I should put a brake on
things and being turned on and fascinated.  Everything seemed to be
careening over ever-changing edges, happening too fast for me to register
or think things through.  Before I could react Amber tensed and began to
thrust her pelvis strongly in counter motion to the German's stimulation.
She clearly liked what he was doing.  Then I heard Simon groan and I
snapped my head up towards the sound.

   Amber's physical reaction to her clit's pleasuring was timed perfectly
with the climax of Simon's blowjob, as he cried out, "Oooh, yes,
shit...yah...aaaah." With wide eyes, I saw his balls contract and could
actually see his cock pulse repeatedly along its length as he pumped cum
into Amber's mouth.  She swallowed much but couldn't take it all--cum
spilled out past her lips and ran down over her chin and hand.  She pulled
away and kept wanking Simon's cock as several smaller spurts landed on her
shoulder and neck.

   Before Amber had licked even a drop of Simon's cum off her lips she
threw her head back and arched her back with a groan, tits thrusting to the
sky.  Like a tennis spectator looking back and forth to follow the action,
I flipped my head back down to her crotch to see what had happened.  I was
shocked to see the German had shifted from his external rubbing and had
thrust his cock fully inside Amber's drenched pussy.  Stunned, I felt as if
I were in some crazy erotic dream.  One action running into and overlapping
another, bodies entwined, cumming, writhing, my attention flipping from one
scene to another--and completely out of my control.   -"

   At that point, I was so overwhelmed I could only sit and watch,
enthralled.  My iron rod throbbed to the rhythm of the couple's thrusts. 
Amber arched her back then dropped back down and contracted her pelvis,
rocking in sync with the German's thrusts.  She looped her arms behind her
bent knees and pulled her legs open and up to her shoulders, splitting her
pussy wide open.

   She demanded, breathlessly, "Oh, fuck yes, fuck...mmm." I absorbed the
pure sexuality of the scene before me, and any nascent thoughts of
intervening fled my mind.

   As the German pounded her pussy, Amber had a manic look on her face,
lost to her surroundings, focused only on being fucked.  Her breathing
became faster, shallower, and ragged.  She hummed and moaned with pleasure,
her sounds joining the distant noise of the waves in a symphony of
intensity and power.  Her entire body was wet with oil, sweat, and
semen--it seemed almost to glow in the sun's reflection.

   She suddenly tensed, froze, then shook as her orgasm coursed through
her, muscles visibly quivering.  "Oh, fuck, oh my god, fuu-mmmmms...holy
shit mmmm." She continued to breathe hard and fast as German kept
vigorously driving into her, panting with the ongoing exertion.

   It was amazing.  Hedonistic.  Sexy.  My brain struggled with sensory and
emotional overload--I was both confused and incredibly aroused, swimming in
the sea of erotic visual and physical sensations.  My dick was hard,
straining, and throbbing, fully recovered and feeling ready to explode.

   The German howled and came just after Amber did.  I thought his first
spurt might have launched inside her vagina, but he quickly pulled out and
shot several ropes onto her belly and pussy, painting her trimmed dark
patch of pubic hair and pussy lips like drizzled frosting on a cinnamon
roll.  An errant shot landed far up onto one of her already cum-crusted
boobs.  Final drops oozed out and dripped onto her swollen clit and labia
as he milked himself dry.

   I just sat there, stunned, and horny.  Amber ran her open hand across
her pussy and up her abs, circling and smearing the cum up and onto and all
over her tits, her body gyrating seductively, rubbing the cum in as if it
were suntan lotion.  Her expression was one of pure satisfaction--maybe a
bit proud of herself, certainly pleased.  She looked to me, to my hard
cock, and smiled.

   Hearing a grunting sound, I looked over at our other watchers and saw
the younger of our two standing voyeurs give tribute to our spectacle.  He
arched his back with cock jutting forward, one hand on his waist and the
other pumping his cock with abandon.  He shot a jet of cum in a great arc,
hitting the sand a good four or five feet away, followed by three or four
more spurts landing out at diminishing distances.  I watched, oddly
fascinated at seeing the grains of sand splay, semen clumping in dark
patterns as his cum splatted on the sand.  Our eyes met--he simply nodded
with a slight smirk, turned, and walked away.

   I looked up at Amber to see her watching him with a smile.  Floating in
a haze of orgasmic pleasure, she muttered half to herself, "That for me? 
Well, thank ye kindly sir." She gave a big sigh and stretched.

   The older voyeur was just standing and watching, no longer wanking,
looking back and forth between the young guy and us.  I don't know what he
did or when he left--my attention was drawn back to movement by my erotic
dream of a girlfriend.

   Amber rolled out from under the German and onto her hands and knees. 
Like a predatory cat, she crawled towards me, her dark hair framing part of
her face and her blazing blue eyes zeroed in on mine like lasers.  Her cum
coated tits and nipples gently swayed as she moved--a single drop of cum
stretched down from her nipple, clung a few moments then fell to the sand.

   Transfixed by the sight, I briefly imagined the view she would be
presenting to the other two men: the muscles of her taut ass flexing as she
crawled, her little pucker of anus hovering above her cum soaked pussy.

   Reaching me, Amber pressed my chest to guide me onto my back, my cock
standing tall and proud at attention for her.  With a gleam in her eye, she
stroked my rigid length, then kissed the tip of my cock.  I felt
electricity ignite my balls and dick as she ran her tongue around the head,
then along the shaft.  I felt smooth warm wetness envelop me as she wrapped
her lips around my cock head, then took my length well into her mouth.  All
thoughts of others watching, or the fact we were out in the open in broad
daylight on a public beach simply vanished with the intensity of the
moment. My arousal and my focus were then only on her, on us.

   Amber slowly sucked and licked me, her warm wet mouth engulfing my cock,
her hand squeezing the base and adding little strokes.  Waves of pleasure
rippled through me as I felt the pressure along my shaft as she sucked when
pulling out, and the play of her tongue under and around the head.  I felt
the familiar pressure building deep in my balls and knew I wouldn't last
long.

   Then abruptly she stopped.  I looked down to see what was wrong but saw
that she was simply moving up to straddle my pole and was poised just above
my cock's head.  Locking eyes with me with a hint of a smile, she reached
down and sensuously rubbed my cock head slowly between her sopping wet
pussy lips, sliding and coating me with the mix of cum and juices.  My dick
was on fire with anticipation, straining with the desire to enter her wet
vagina.  She then started easing herself down.

   As if in slow motion, I watched the tip of my cock press between her
swollen pussy lips, separating and opening them, the head disappearing as I
popped just inside her vagina.  She held still a moment, as we both savored
the exquisite feeling of penetration.  I drank in the sight of her
sex-drenched patch of dark pubic hair above her labia lips and my cock
pressed just inside her, most of the shaft visible.

   She then dropped fully down on me, my cock penetrating her deeply in one
smooth motion, our pelvises meeting.  Her vagina was so lubricated, warm,
and juicy--I felt her tightly engulf my erection with tiny spasms along my
entire length.  She sat up and I grasped and caressed her aroused nipples
and tits, enjoying the sight and feel of their compact softness.

   Amber rode me both hard and gently, sometimes lifting and sliding down,
sometimes grinding her pelvis forward and back to stimulate her clit.  She
would sit up and pull my hands to hold and squeeze her tits, play with her
nipples, then drop forward and kiss me.  I was lost in the moment, the
feelings, the sun, her warm tight pussy on my cock, her lips on mine.  I
felt our mutual climax building, gentler this time, fuller and more
intense. When she suddenly contracted and shivered, her vagina pulsing and
gripping--her orgasm triggered my own and we came together, our bodies
shuddering in unison, joined and beautiful.

   Amber collapsed forward onto me, gently connecting our lips in a tender
kiss, then relaxed her head down next to mine.  We simply lay together for
a while with my cock still inside her, nearly dozing in the warm sun, the
sound and smell of the sea accompanied by the occasional call of a gull. 
Her weight was comforting, and both of us focused only on enjoying the
moment.  The closeness, the relaxation--the warmth, exhaustion, and
aftermath of incredible sex.  I eventually felt my cock slip out of her
pussy as I softened, while still holding each other.

   Finally Amber rolled off and we sat up, stretching languorously and
smiled with pleasant satisfaction.  We each wondered to ourselves what to
say to our random sex partners now that the bizarre events of the day had
wound down.

   But as we looked around, anticipating some awkwardness, it took a moment
for us to register that everyone was gone--they had all left during our
most intimate joining.  We were alone together in the late afternoon sun,
nude, satiated, and content.
   End