Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2009 08:40:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Lynne Bruton
Subject: Squirter 5

When I awoke we were under way. I slipped out of the bed and gazed out of
the porthole. We were just coming round a headland, and before us was a
long, white beach, with some people - not many - sunbathing or strolling,
and all naked.

I sluiced some water over my face in the small bathroom, and quickly
climbed the stairway to the wheelhouse. Gary smiled broadly at me as I
appeared. He was naked at the wheel, apart from a captain's cap, and he
held out his hand to me as I approached him. I snuggled close, partly at
the slight chill to the offshore wind, and partly because I felt an air of
keen expectancy at the thought of the two of us meandering up the naturist
beach.

We dropped anchor some way off the beach, and once he'd made sure all was
locked up safely, he slipped the key onto a band round his wrist. He took
my hand and we both dived from the side of the boat into the clear blue
water. It was stunningly cold at first, and I came to the surface, gasping
and choking, but soon recovered, and we struck out for the shore, almost
keeping in time with each other's stroke.

Standing up on the clean white sand we shaded our eyes as we looked up and
down the stretch of land. There were wooden cabins lining the rear of the
beach from end to end, and here and there people sat and read newspapers,
books or enjoyed a glass of wine. There were few people and they ignored us
as we strode through the water and onto the dry sand. We held hands as we
wandered, and I couldn't help eyeing up people as we walked. I've always
been nosey like that, and saw no harm in looking appreciatively at another
naked body. I came to the conclusion that so far I was concerned, Gary was
the best-looking guy around right now. People passing by spoke greetings to
us as they walked - maybe nudists are a friendlier race than the clothed
folk - and we returned them. We walked to the end of the beach, which
gradually became brush, and then palm trees, and stopped.
    "Here OK?" he asked.
    "Maybe we could slip in among the trees and have an open-air fuck?" I
asked him, as we lay stretched out on the sand, and I shaded my eyes
against the sun that seemed to be sizzling like a fried egg in the glorious
blue of the sky.
    "Any time you feel like it, lady," came the reply, and I smiled as I
turned to him, wondering if he really would be bold enough to have sex with
me outside the security of a bedroom.

    "Come on then!" I suddenly urged him, as the thought loomed large. He
gave me what I can only describe at a 'naughty' look, and was immediately
on his feet, and it was obvious from his bouncing boner, that he'd had the
idea as well.

I followed him through the brush, and gradually the trees grew thicker, and
bushier, until suddenly we were in the middle of a soft, secluded space
with no one else around.
    "Against that tree!" I announced, pointing to a palm that was almost at
a 45-degree angle to the ground. I ran over and lay myself against it, one
leg raised in a pose, and he followed me and stood there with one hand on
his hip, and the other hand cupping his erection. I pulled him to me and
his cock slid up along my belly so we were tight up against each other.

We kissed, deep open-mouthed with hot tongues, my head moving against his.
He gently pulled away.
    "Happy?" he asked.  I thought for a moment.
    "Right at this moment? Yes."  I pulled him back to me, then ran my hand
down between us, pulling his cock down, and level with my vagina.
    "Now fuck me," I ordered. He spat on his hand and massaged it into his
cock, and then he knelt a little and pushed slowly, while I raised my legs
and wrapped them round his waist. I wasn't dry - I rarely was these days,
and he slid easily into me until our bellies were flat against each other.
    "There,' I sighed, my hands round his neck. "Isn't that better?"  He
laughed.
    "Anyone ever tell you you're a lovely fuck?"
    "Not for a while," I replied. "But I'm glad you think so!"  Just then I
looked over his shoulder as another couple enter the area. I waved, and
they waved back, and from where they were standing they could only assume
that I had a cock inside me. The woman, a raven-haired beauty with an
impressive chest smiled and said something to her partner. He looked over
and gave the thumbs-up and I laughed. Gary was red as could be.
    "Great!" he said through gritted teeth, and I felt him go limp inside
me.
    "For fuck's sake, Gary," I said, looking at them as I spoke. "You'd
think no-one had ever had sex on a nudist beach before!"  He thought about
it for a moment.
    "I'm sorry," he kissed me on the lips and once again he began to rise
in me.

The couple had now moved on and away from the clearing, so I pulled Gary to
me, and he started to pump me.
    "That's it, you dirty bastard," I whispered in his ear, in my
make-believe whore voice as he fucked me. "Give me that hard cock!"
    "You slut," he groaned back at me. "You just spread your legs and let
me do it, don'tcha?"
    "Come on, baby," I sighed. "Pump me full of that cumjuice. Fill my
aching cunt!"
    "I got a load for you, you slutty bitch!"

He gave a light cry and the heat of his cum travelled up my body, spreading
out and giving me goosebumps. And then I dropped to my knees and took the
cock in to my mouth while it was still pumping, and licked and sucked the
rest of his load. I got to my feet again, and kissed his flushed face.
    "You taste sweet this morning," I murmured.
    "When we get back to the boat I'll see just how sweet you taste!"

We wandered back to the beach, walking hand-in-hand and saying nothing, but
my thoughts were full of sexual opportunities while we were here, and I
really hoped that Gary's thoughts were the same. We'd just about reached
the other end of the beach when I heard someone hailing us. We both looked
round, and from one of the cabins a couple were waving and calling.
    "Oh my God," I murmured. "I think it's the couple who just saw us in
the trees!"
    "Can't we just ignore them and swim on back to the boat?"  Gary looked
very unhappy as he spoke.
    "We can't," I hissed to him. "They've seen us and know we've seen
them. C'mon. Be nice!"

The man was beckoning us over, so I held Gary's hand tightly and we
sauntered over to the couple who stood naked in the doorway.
    "Hi!"  The man spoke, holding out his hand, which Gary took and shook
it.
    "My name's Benedict, and this is my wife Anna."  The woman gave us both
a warm smile as we introduced ourselves, then kissed Gary on each cheek,
after which I got the same treatment.
    "Look," said Gary. "I need you to know - we don't normally have sex on
the beach like that!"  I sighed as he spoke. Trust Gary to apologise for
doing absolutely nothing wrong!
    "No problem," the couple said together, then looked at each other and
smiled.  They indicated for us to enter the cabin, so we did, and they
followed us as we walked into the main room. It was small, two divans in
the middle, and a large bed in the corner.

    "Have you eaten?" Anna asked, and I smiled, and then blushed.
    "Oh!" Anna laughed as she realised what I was getting at. "I meant -
would you like a drink or something? We're just about to have a snack."  We
both said a polite no.

Gary and I sat on one divan, opposite the other two, and I felt really
comfortable and then I looked at my watch and was startled to realise how
long we'd been on the beach, and it was now midday.
    "Some wine!" Benedict held up a bottle, and we both relented. It seemed
churlish not to be friendly with them, and now that we were close up, it
occurred to me how very good-looking they both were. Benedict would be
around 50, and Anna - she was hard to place - but I'd have said about my
age. She had deep, dark eyes, long black hair, and up close those tits were
wonderful. Benedict's broad shoulders and tan almost lit up the room, and
his long cock looked like it might be extremely powerful when roused.

We had a glass each, and then another, and then Benedict opened up yet
another bottle, and gradually I relaxed, and was sensed that Gary felt the
same. The conversation seemed to flow, and apart from a thick feeling in my
ears, which seemed to dull my hearing, I was enjoying the afternoon. I felt
myself very attracted to Anna, and she seemed to respond, smiling sweetly,
but with a wicked look in her eyes, like she knew and I knew....what?

I was beginning to think that I had 'occasional lesbian' tattooed on my
forehead, and I got the impression she and Benedict weren't a couple in the
romantic sense, especially as I saw how heavily involved he was in talking
to Gary. They were both good talkers, and somehow I felt that she and I had
known each other for years. She poured me another glass of wine - deep red
and delicious - and though I knew I shouldn't have had any more, I made no
attempt to stop her.

The two men left the room, and I looked up as they did so.
    "Oh don't worry about them," she waved her hand from side to side, as
if she was slightly pissed - like I was. "Benedict just wants to show Gary
something."  Now what could that be? I wondered to myself, almost jealous
in a way. I was aware of a light horny feeling at the edge of my
senses. Encouraged, no doubt by the wine.  She patted the seat.
    'Come on over here and talk to me - it's like we're across a big divide
here."  I giggled and she did the same, as I walked from my divan to hers.

I felt very much at ease with her, and her skin was warm and soft against
mine, and then I realised that her head and mine were now very close.
    "He seems a nice guy," she murmured. "Your Gary."
    "He's not my Gary!" I explained, and then for some reason went into the
story of how we'd met - and didn't leave anything out.

Least of all the afternoon with the three of us in my bed.

I couldn't believe that I'd told a total stranger all that, but somehow it
seemed the most natural thing in the world. She poured us both another
glass of wine, and we leaned back into the divan. She dropped her hand on
my knee, and I turned to her. Her face was close up to mine and she smelt
sweetly of wine. Now I could see that her eyes were almost mauve, and. I
simply couldn't take my eyes off her breasts.

Then she ran her finger round one of my nipples. The shock almost made me
drop my glass, but I didn't stop her or complain. In return, I cupped one
of her breasts in my hand, then I leaned to her and kissed her on the lips,
which parted, and her tongue touched mine.

For a moment I worried that Benedict and Gary would return, but it didn't
seem too occur to her as our faces moved, one against the other. Both her
hands cupped my tits, and I slid my hand down to her thighs, which parted
as soon as contact was made, leading my hand into her moist, hot
cunt. Voices in my head told me to stop, but I just ignored them. I was
having too good a time, as she slipped one hand from my breasts, and down
between my thighs. And now my breathing rate increased as did hers. Nothing
was going to stop what was going to happen. This I knew, as did she. She
stood up, and took my hand, and led me to the bed, where she lay me back,
before lowering her lips to my cunt. Her tongue was long and pointed and
she knew just what to do once it made contact with my clitoris, and any
lingering resistance I may have had evaporated like dew in sunshine.

I flung my arms back, and spread myself as she played with me, lapping this
way and that, going deeper, until I could have sworn she'd got her nose in
there as well. She replaced her lips with her hand and slid up my body to
kiss my lips, bringing my inner body's clinging aroma to my nostrils.

I was in love again!  I didn't care what she did with my body or me so long
as I climaxed - and soon - and all the while I stroked her vagina, running
a light finger up along her clitoris and making her jump and twitch. We
rolled over on the bed so I was on top one moment, and then she was, and so
we rolled, bringing both of us to the brink of madness. We swapped ends so
that my tongue was deep inside her and hers inside me, and we lay,
quivering and shuddering as every nerve ending in our bodies was given the
treatment. Every so often my tongue and lips would become flooded with her
juices as she climaxed endlessly, and I realised that I was totally free to
cum as I wished, and as her fingers and tongue played havoc with my nervous
system, I went into overdrive, and the gear changes shook my body as I let
my senses go, and my climax approached.

I didn't care what she'd think, there was no better time than this to show
her how powerfully I could cum, and while I was thinking this, I let go,
and she shrieked in pleasure as I gave her a face-full of my cum. Again and
again, I drained myself in that cabin, soaking her and the bed, and
realising that I too was shrieking with lust.

How long it lasted I have no idea, but I know she started in to lick me and
lap up any remains there were of my orgasm, and we rolled, my body
exhausted, over and over on that big bed. The wine was now having a
soporific effect on me, like when I once smoked grass; everything was
dulled, apart from the sex, and now I was only vaguely aware that there
were other bodies on the bed. As we lurched sluggishly from her being on
top to me again, I turned my head, and suddenly realised that Gary and
Benedict were on the bed with us. They were not exactly with us though,
because Benedict had his enormous cock right up inside Gary, who seemed to
be enjoying it immensely, in the same drugged way that I was.

In a normal, unconfused state of mind I might have been surprised at this,
but right here and now it seemed the most natural thing in the world. Their
bodies were almost touching ours, and the look on Gary's face indicated
that Benedict's cock was reaching all the trigger points in his body.
    "Fist me, Lianne, fist my cunt!" Anna murmured in my ear as I watched
the two lovers next to us, and as I turned to her, I stroked her soft face
with my hand.

She spread her thighs, and I slipped up my hand between them, dipping my
fingers in her wet vagina and making her jerk a little as I touched all her
nerve endings on my journey. In no time I had four fingers inside her with
no effort, and then the thumb, and now I was up to my knuckle inside her
body.

She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, rolling her head from side to side,
her hair now sweaty and lank. Now I had my hand in up to the wrist, and her
legs were spread, one leg lolling over Benedict's back as he pumped Gary,
while she panted and gasped, rolling her head from side to side. All her
vaginal muscles were working overtime on my hand, as I spread the fingers,
this way and that, deep inside the most private part of her being, while
she writhed and squirmed in pleasure. I wished I'd had a camera in my
fingers, to see the effect my exploration was having inside her.

Suddenly she gripped my shoulder.
    "Don't stop! Right there!" she groaned. " Move it gently...Aaaah...oh
FUCK! That's good!"  I did as I was told and I could swear that I was
almost feeling what she was feeling, as her thighs tried to clamp together
on my hand. And then she began to shiver and squirm, pulling my hand with
her as she moved. She reached out and pulled me to her as her vaginal
muscles tightly gripped me, and then a warm wave rushed through her body as
she began to climax rhythmically on my hand. Her lips opened and closed
like a drowning fish, and her eyes, half-closed, fluttered blindly.

It lasted all of a moment or two, but somehow she transmitted the power and
the passion direct to me.

Beside me, Benedict's breathing was louder, and Gary was grunting and
sobbing, when there was a sudden flurry of movement as Benedict pulled out
his cock. It sent a jet of cum up along Gary's back, so almost
instinctively, I grabbed the cock with my free hand and let Benedict finish
off between my lips, while he violently masturbated Gary. Anna was laying
flat on the bed with my hand still up inside her, her cunt walls gripping
and twitching almost uncontrollably as they held me.

I wiped the remains of Benedict's cum from my lips, and slowly Anna's
muscles relaxed, letting go of my hand, and I slid from the bed. I felt
like shit, and wanted desperately to get back to the boat, or at least
cleanse myself on the swim back to it. I reached over and slid the key from
Gary's wrist.
    "Don't go!" Anna begged, as she rose groggily into an almost sitting
position, thighs still wide, and now she seemed to be sitting in a wide,
glistening patch of cum.
    "Have to, baby," I sighed. The squirt had taken even more from me this
time than usual and I was distinctly unsteady on my feet.
    "Lianne!" Gary's voice croaked out my name as he spoke from beneath
Benedict's body that was now draped over him.
    "See you back at the boat - I've got the keys!" I called, as I opened
the cabin door and emerged into the late afternoon sunshine.

I half-staggered into the surf and sunk my body into the water as soon as I
could. The sea was now warm, and comforting as I moved lazily through the
waves, until I could reach for the rope to haul me out up on board the
boat. As I stood on the deck, I looked back to the cabin. No one would ever
believe the sex that had just taken place there, I thought, and I unlocked
the wheelhouse door and slid into Gary's driving seat.

I slept where I sat.

-End of Chapter 5 -