“Hi,” I say simply as I approach them. “You look like you’re new here. This is a really nice spot, I hope you’re enjoying it.”
“We’re kind of new,” the man says, as they both acknowledge me smiling. “We try to make it to Austin a couple of times a year, and in the summer we try to get out here at least once. Last year we couldn’t make it because there were some nasty thunderstorms on the day we’d planned to come out.”
“We have a couple of old friends that we like to visit, but they aren’t nudists, so we just sneak out here by ourselves when we can,” the woman adds brightly.
“I’m Tethys,” I hold my hand out in greeting. “I’m here pretty much every Saturday. It’s kind of a healing environment, I think.”
“I’m Mimi,” the lady grins as she takes my hand. “And this is my husband Ray. I agree this is a pretty spot. We always look forward to being here.”
So they are married, and apparently have been a long time. It also becomes clear that Mimi is the more outgoing of the two, and does most of the talking for them. She’s also the more observant one, and smiles quite openly as she fixes her gaze on my dripping pussy lips.
“You aren’t here by yourself, I see,” she laughs. Somehow, I can laugh with her, and I don’t feel any need for embarrassment.
“No, I always come with a few friends.”
“Nice!” she responds. “Back home our nude beach is a lot more open, and there aren’t too many private spots to take advantage of. I like that there are some little hideaways here, but I guess we’re not far enough down the path to take advantage of them yet. I was hoping that we would get a chance to steal off into the woods, but we saw the cops up there a few minutes ago so we have to be careful.”
I’m liking this couple. There’s a certain lilt to Mimi’s voice, an accent, that enhances her Asian features. I think back to what I know of history, and wonder if she might have been a military bride that Ray brought over from a sojourn in Southeast Asia. Would it even be polite to ask?
“I like your accent,” I make the attempt. “I’m trying to place it, but I know very little about different regions. I’m Greek myself, and my parents are immigrants, so I should have a better ear for that kind of thing.”
“I thought you looked Mediterranean,” Ray responds, with no discernible accent to my ears. “It looks good on you. You take the sun really well.”
“I’m from the Philippines, but I’ve been here for many years. I guess the accent never really goes away. Ray’s right, you’re very beautiful! I can tell you lift weights, and somebody like you should never have to wear clothes. You have a body to be proud of!”
“Thanks,” I blush. I’ve been lifting for about two years with a friend. He has a home gym. It’s so much fun to train naked!”
“That’s so true!” Mimi gushes. “Ray built us a home gym about twenty years ago, and we’ve never looked back. He started me lifting when I was sixteen years old, and I love it! That’s what, forty-three years ago! It’s been part of our lives ever since. But it’s even better to not have to wear clothes when you train!”
“Mimi doesn’t like to wear clothes for anything!” Ray laughs. “She took early retirement last year because she didn’t want to get dressed to go to work any more. You can see, she doesn’t even like to wear shoes! She’d be naked every day of her life, all day, if she could.”
“It’s your fault!” Mimi scolds him with her smiling eyes. “I never heard of being a nudist until you dragged me into it. You can say I learned from an expert!”
“I completely agree with Mimi’s attitude,” I smile, “if I could be naked all the time, I would as well.”
“By the way,” Mimi turns to me in a stage whisper. “I think it’s very brave and sexy the way you can walk around with cum leaking out of you like that. I do that myself sometimes. It’s hard to do it in public at a place like Black’s Beach, because there are so few opportunities to have that cum injected into me without getting in trouble from somebody. It’s easier here, even with the patrols, although it’s extra crowded today. I guess usually when we came here before it was on a weekday, wasn’t it?”
Ray nods. “We used to get a little more adventurous at the beach back when we were young, but that was more tolerated then, if you were just the slightest bit discrete. Even nudists have gotten more prudish nowdays.”
“Thanks!” I answer. “You go to Black’s Beach? You live in San Diego?”
“Ray was born and raised there. He brought me back there with him after he got out of the Air Force. We’ve been there ever since.”
“That’s so cool!” I drop to my own stage whisper. “The guy that just came in me is from San Diego. He and his wife have told me all about Black’s Beach. They’re here now, with some of my other friends. They’d love to meet you!”
“Really? Home town folks! And just our type of socializers, too! Take us to them!”
We stop nearby to pick up their wrapped towels and water bottles, then clamber back up from the rocks along the shoreline, and make our way back to the paved trail. As we approach its end, Mimi says “This looks like the place we like to end up at when it’s not so crowded. You might be taking our spot!”
The trail goes from pavement to dirt, and soon splits into three, one continuing on southeast towards the park boundary, one heading downhill towards the water, and one heading up the hill into the woods. We take the left turn, go up a little, and then another short distance to the right, and see the small crowd of people surrounding the ledge and clearing. There’s more cheering.
“This is the spot,” Mimi confirms.
“This is the spot!” I announce.
We push through the group, and see what they’re cheering about. To our right, Carl is standing up, with Megan’s legs draped over his forearms, her hands around his neck, her cunt impaled on his cock. She’s moaning and even drooling, eyes closed, as he uses his arms to rock her up and down. Only Carl could pull off such a feat – although it does look like Ray would be capable if he wanted to.
To the left, Sonia is sandwiched between Joe and Jo. Joanne is leaning back on her elbows on the towel-draped ledge, her head back and mouth open, her legs spread, while Sonia leans forward licking and gasping and moaning into her wide-open gleaming pussy. Joe is standing behind her, his hands on her hips, his cock driving in and out of that shapely black ass. I know how much Sonia loves anal, and Henri, to her disappointment, is way too big to accommodate that desire. Joe is the perfect size for her. I’m surprised she’s doing it in public, though. There are a lot of cell phones and cameras clicking away.
“Oh My God!” Mimi breathes, and her hand comes to her mouth in surprise, maybe even shock.
“Don’t interrupt,” Ray nudges her. “They’ll finish soon.”
Ray is correct. Joe has put his considerable recuperative powers to good use, and the trio makes for quite a sight as all three raise their voices in unison at one of the best, and most difficult to accomplish, simultaneous orgasms I think I’ve ever seen. Joe flops out, Sonia twists to sit down and take the weight off of her legs, and Jo sits more upright. Both Sonia and Jo lean forward, inviting Joe to bring his dick closer for a good tongue cleaning.
Mimi’s hands are on her hips. “Joseph and Joanne Hill! You fucking bastards!” she calls out forcefully.
All three look quickly toward the sound of her voice, and any thoughts of dick licking evaporate in a flash. The stunned shock widens the eyes and opens the mouths of both Jo and Joe into round tunnels, and for a moment I fear that both of them are going to dash away in fright. Even Carl and Megan pause in their fucking to see what’s going on.
The expressions just as suddenly change to unmitigated joyful delight.
“Mimi! Oh my god! Ray! Holy fuck! Oh my god! Oh my god! What are you doing here? This is wonderful!”
Joanne dashes up and runs the few steps to Mimi, they wrap their arms around each other and jump up and down as only school girls – and naked old ladies – can do. Joe and Ray share a manly embrace, a handshake, and big grins, then the switch comes as Jo squeezes her body against Ray and Mimi does the same to Joe.
“How did you find us? Did Tethys bring you over? Oh my god! We’ve missed you!” The chatter comes fast and furious, until Joanne remembers her social manners.
“And these are our friends… I guess you’ve met Tethys, and this is Carl and Megan…” Megan is still impaled on Carl’s standing cock, which hasn’t faded a bit, but they both reach out their free hands in polite greeting to Mimi and Ray.
“I’ll give you both a big hug, but it can wait until you’re finished. Go on, what you’re doing is too important to interrupt!”
Carl and Megan agreeably continue fucking for a few more minutes, until she is filled with a very satisfying load. They separate, and come to join the rest of us. The sexual tension has evaporated. The audience thins out. Those who wanted to see the black girl get ass-fucked leave satisfied, those who wanted to see more general group action leave disappointed. Men’s erections are long gone, and cream-slathered cocks are going uncleaned. Sonia is dripping cum from Joe, Megan is dripping cum from Carl, and neither seem concerned with stopping it. Joe’s previous load has already dried and encrusted on my thighs. Doesn’t anyone care about wiping cum off anymore? I think to myself, but I hardly feel that it’s problematic. I like the bold, raw, just-fucked and proud to show it feeling, and it looks good too. A freshly fucked pussy should have cum dripping off quivering labia, and the contributing cock should display its proud evidence of immersion.
I may be the only one thinking along these lines, as the others are immersed more in the stories and insights from the reunited… friends? Family? Associates?
“We used to fuck their parents when they were kids,” Mimi clarifies. “They were like a niece and nephew to us, but we always knew they’d end up together.”
“You were a nice Aunt and Uncle to have around,” Joanne says. “They were real party hosts,” she informs the rest of us. “We’d go to parties at their house, and at Black’s Beach. Of course, we had to babysit their daughter Anna. How’s Anna doing? Do you still live in the same house?”
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