“That’s what I’m talking about!” Jo cheers as she grabs her nearby phone and takes a quick video of my euphoric expression as I knead and gobble Joe’s hot succulent flesh with my whole mouth. I cheerfully smile for the camera. This is feeling good. Carl and Megan and Sonia come close to watch for a few minutes, Carl looks grand with his erection being pawed and pulled by four small dark hands, although those hands also spend a respectable amount of time squeezing his very tight ass. They soon become lost in their playtime, and I can concentrate more fully on my own pleasure, with Jo cooing her support while she massages her husbands balls below me, and sometimes caresses the bulge of Joe’s cock that shows through my cheek as I envelop him.
Joe’s cum is delicious, but now that he’s getting close, I change my mind about taking him in my mouth. I’m not sure why, but after Taylor and Carl have both filled my cunt this morning, I have a strong urge to refill it. The idea of walking around with cum leaking out of my pussy all the time suddenly excites my imagination, and I want it to happen now. I roll over off of Joe, unfortunately towards the dropoff side of the ledge, and end up with cedar needles sticking to my butt. It doesn’t phase me.
“Bend me over and fuck me hard!” I breathe to Joe. “I want your cum inside me.”
Joanne chuckles as I lean over the ledge, bending at the waist. Joe takes his position behind me, his cock already dripping with my saliva. He brushes the woody debris off my ass cheeks, and slaps them as a bonus. Then his cock is plunged in, and he’s giving me long, hard, deep strokes, just the way I want them.
My tits aren’t big enough to swing wildly, but they are definitely bouncing within their limited range of motion. Jo absorbs some of the motion with one hand while rubbing her other up and down Joe’s belly, chest, and crotch as he fucks me. As we often do when we fuck out here by the lake, we’ve attracted a bit of a crowd. Most of them are silent, some urge us on, some whoop like a sporting event. Not to be outdone, Sonia and Megan are going to town on Carl, and Megan is bravely trying to emulate the deep throat technique that Joanne had demonstrated. She manages to get him about halfway down before gagging, but I’m impressed with her determination. Sonia takes over and gets him completely swallowed as easily as Jo had done earlier, and Megan is mewing with jealousy.
“How do you do that!” she squeals.
“You’ve seen Henri, I like a challenge!” Sonia shrugs.
The environment, the heat, the audience, the companionship, all are having an effect on both Joe and me. I’ve cum three times already, and my knees are getting weak, when Joe finally explodes into me. I know he has a great recovery capacity, even more extraordinary considering his age, but the volume of this one makes me wonder if Joanne has been neglecting him. Filled is just the beginning of it. I’m overflowing. I lean over the ledge, gasping for breath. Jo makes a move to lick the cum from my cunt, but I place my hand over it. “Not now,” I gasp, “I want to drip for a while!”
I know it’s a strange urge, and if I’ve had it before it’s never been this well defined. I’m used to holding cum inside me, just to get Carl his sloppy seconds, and I love seeing it drooling from other women’s cunts, both in porn shots and among my friends, but to just walk around dripping freely is something I do too rarely. I stand, a little wobbly at first, and slowly recover my balance, while Jo goes to work on her husband’s slimy member, making his further recovery a near-certainty. Once I’m feeling steadier, I make my announcement.
“I’m going to go walk around for a while. This feels kind of nice.”
Just as mysteriously, I don’t want anyone going with me. Fortunately, everyone is busy with their own entertainment, and I’m not interrupted. I walk through the circle of onlookers, down the slope towards the shoreline. Once I hit the path I turn right, and continue to walk leisurely until I reach the paved walkway, and then I keep going. The cum slowly dribbling from my pussy lips tickles a little, and makes a faint sqelshy sound. Some of it falls on the ground, some runs in rivulets down my inner thigh. I feel raw and raunchy, and it’s wonderful.
Only a couple of minutes into my walk I get a start. Two uniformed police officers are standing in front of me, peering through the trees towards the lakeshore. I walk casually by, and they turn my way and smile. Suddenly I’m feeling self-conscious. They are familiar to me, a man and a woman, both probably late twenties. They’re the regular vice patrol that we hope to stay out of trouble from when we’re here. I know the woman is a regular here when she’s not on duty, I’ve seen her naked a number of times clambering on the rocks. Her companion I only know when he’s in uniform. I hope they didn’t see anything.
“How’s the patrolling today?” I ask in as noncommittal a voice as I can muster.
“It’s a nice day,” the lady says, glancing very knowingly at my thighs. “No drugs today, no fights, no thefts, it’s been peaceful. And no complaints about any inappropriate behavior. You know we have to issue citations if anyone complains. But so far today, nobody has made any complaints.”
The way she emphasizes complaint is not lost on me. “That’s good!” I smile. “I’m sure not complaining.”
The lady and her partner grin widely. “No, I’m glad you have nothing to complain about,” she opines. “I’ve heard nothing but compliments so far. I hope your day continues to go well, and that nobody complains.”
I’m a little doubtful now. How much did they see? We’ve tried to keep our open sexual activity confined to areas where the more bluenosed don’t frequent, and we’ve tried to confine them to times we know the patrol has already made its rounds. We were careless today, but did we dodge a bullet? Do our local enforcement agents truly choose to turn a blind eye to our little parties? Do they really have to wait for a citizen complaint? It would be nice if that were so, but I still feel like we pushed our luck today. We’ll have to be more careful in the future.
The officers move on toward the parking lot, and I stand in place until they’re out of sight. I head downhill off the trail to the rocks at the waters edge. The walking is rougher there, but it’s fun to scrabble naked about the rocks. I’m getting close to deciding to splash my way into the lake and finally clean myself off properly. I know there’s a cluster of rocks not far from here that makes for good diving.
I’ve only gone a few more steps when a couple catches my eye. I don’t normally pay too much attention to all the other visitors here, but even so, I’m familiar with the regulars, at least by sight if not by name. There are always new faces and bodies, people here for the first time, or the only time. Usually, it’s easy to tell the regulars from the not so regulars. There’s a way that the people familiar with this place and comfortable with their way around it carry themselves that telegraphs their status, that says “I belong.” This couple is unfamiliar to me, yet they are obviously long-time nudists. They are older, maybe fifties or sixties, but very, very fit. The age shows almost completely in their faces, and hardly at all on their bodies.
The man is fairly tall, short gray hair, with a coppery Nordic tan. There are no tan lines or pale areas, proving that nudity in the sun is not new to him. The face is Nordic too, high cheekbones, thin lips, straight nose. He could have been a surf model in the past. His build is one of intense muscularity, like Carl if he were to keep training for the next thirty years. His muscles are dense and well-defined, with muscular abs that you don’t normally see on an older man. Even his thighs and calves are rippling. There’s no sag in his butt, no loose skin on his arms or neck, other than a few wrinkles below the jaw. The face, of course, is always the first to go, but his is still lean and pleasant, without being too jowly. His cock is nice looking, not small, but not huge. His testicles hang almost as far down as the tip of his cock, which seems to be a common sign of aging.
The lady is much shorter than her partner, and very dark skinned, almost as dark as Sonia, but her features are Asian rather than African. Her hair is mostly jet-black, straight, and long, with a few wisps of gray that she’s made no effort to cover up. Like her partner, her body is tight and muscular, with no excess fat to be seen. They both look like bodybuilders who’ve never stopped training. It’s an impressive build. Her breasts do show a little sag, but they aren’t large, so there hasn’t been too much weight pulling them down. Her face is round and pleasant, her eyes have that look of being on the verge of laughter. What’s even more impressive is how she’s walking confidently on the bare rock without any footwear whatsoever. She’s in fact as naked as a person can be, and there aren’t any sandal stripes on the tops of her feet, as if she’s never worn shoes in her life.
Both of them are devoid of body hair. On women, this isn’t uncommon, and it looks very nice on her. The V-shape between her thighs is graceful, dark, and uninterrupted by any thatch. On a man, it’s more unusual, especially an older man. But it does not look at all out of place. Neither one is wearing a wedding ring. In fact there’s no jewelry at all, no watch, no tattoo, no glasses. Just flip flops for the gentleman, and nothing at all for the lady. It’s clear to me, though, that whether married or not, they’re a long-term couple. Their tans are too deep, they’re completely comfortable with their nudity, and they spend more time looking at each other than their surroundings, yet when they do it appears they aren’t sure where they should be. It strikes me that they have their own nudist hangouts, but they aren’t locals here, and may be visiting for the first time. Now I’m feeling like, as a regular, I should maybe be helpful, and offer them any wisdom that might make their stay more pleasant. Maybe I’m simply drawn to them.
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