The beach

It was a beach I had gone to before. But not in a long time. If you walked far enough, you could be alone, alone except for the other men who liked to be there. For the nude sunbathing…

I was nude. On my towel, stretched our face down. I must have fallen asleep – a nap in the sun.

I felt his hard cock on my ass as he said, “Hello. I like what I see. O.K.”

“Hello. Thank you.”

“Bill.” He started to run is cock between my ass cheeks. He began to probe.

“Bob. Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Yes. Fuck me.”

“Raw?”

“Yes.”

I had cleaned out before coming here. I had brought lube, poppers, no condoms, but nitrile gloves, and my popper gas mask, just in case. Hope. Always.

I got up on knees. He saw the lube. He lubed me. He lubed his cock. His cock head was at my opening, my pussy lips.

“Nice pussy.” He paused to take some time to probe me, massage my pussy lips, lean down to tongue me. He knew I was in heat.

Then he pulled back, grabbed the lube, lubed my hole, his cock. All this while I do not look back. Why should I? I came here for just this to be bred. I take all loads now. For sure. I do not need to know who is breeding me, unless he wants to meet me. Then face-to-face is good. Especially if I get to taste his cum and my juices on his cock, then share it when we kiss, perhaps as he penetrates me again… best if with his fist, the reason for the gloves. Some men prefer them.

A hungry hole. A man hungry to fuck me. His hard cock ready. The cock head starting to push, probe, open. I open easily. Fucked and fisted so many times, though not enough. He slides in. Fuck that is good.

“Fuck you are open, man.” He started to pound my hole. “Damn, I love this.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

If you bottom, you know the incredible feeling of having a hard cock in your hole.

“You feel sooo good, my friend. Let me fuck you slowly, let me cock caress your anus and explore your rectum. Let me, let me…” A wonder rhythm slow, perfectly in sync with the gentle breeze, the warm sun, the sounds of the sea, and a few gasps of people who had found us, and watched, and expressed their desire in moans, in words, “fuck that is hot, shit,… beautiful.”

“They like what we are doing.”

“I do too. Keeping fucking. But hard now.”

“Yes.” And he did. He started to pound my ass. Sometimes pulling out to then plunge back in. Over and over and over. Hard. His cock going deep as it could in me. Massaging my prostate. The cum running from my cock.

He leaned down.

“Come in you or in your mouth?”

“In me. Then let me clean your cock.”

“Good.”

The pace picked up. Then he began to shake and roar as he pumped rope after rope of cum into my hole.

“Shit. He is breeding him.”

He finished. Pulled out. Came around to my head. My hungry mouth was ready. Ass-to-mouth. Yes.

I raised up my ass. I wanted more cock. Or a fist. Something. It came in the form of someone tonguing my cunt. Hot. I hope he was tasting cum and ass juices like I was while sucking the man who had bred me.

Then, my mouth was free. Not looking back, I said, “Eat my cunt. Then fuck it. Or fist it.”

“Yes, fist it,” I heard another voice say. “There is lube. Fuck, I’ll do it.”

The man who had spoken was obviously erect. I felt a cock slide into me. He fucked me while I knew he was lubing his hands. He pulled out, and I felt him lubing my hole. He paused to fuck me again. Then more lube. Then…

The first two fingers probing. Then two fingers of each hand pulling my pussy lips apart. I push back. I want my bud to show, to tempt him.

“Fuck, hot, a bud. Look guys. Fuck. Push baby.”

I do. And he opens me more.

“I want this.”

“Fist me. Lube up and start punching.”

He does. Lube. Then I feel his clenched fist on my hole.

The first punches are gentle, almost caressing, each a bit stronger than he one before. “Push out when I pull away. I do that. “Nice.” It is nice. I feel my hole falling in love with this fist. I forget I am on the beach, though I felt the hot sun on my body and I hear the sound of the waves and the excited comments from the men around us and the noise a lubed hole makes when meeting a clenched fist opening it. We take a rhythm.

Another guys hands be some poppers. I take. I ask him to hand me a gas mask I have brought with me, to open it up, to take out the cotton ball and soak it in poppers, then give it to me, then put it on for me. I do not want to pause what we are doing, our dance, his fist, my hole. I bring my breathing in time with the punching.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, then a wave op poppers washes over me. I love it. And… I push out. “Fuck, you are blooming out.”

Then, he pushes and pops in. “Fuck you are open.”

I keep rocking on his fist, keep breathing, today wanting to be so intoxicated with the poppers. His hands start to alternate. Over and over. All I know is my cunt, all I see is the great red spot my inner eye sees – my hole – red, pulsing, open, on fire, insatiable. Then he doubles me. “I am wrecking this cunt, baby. It is so loose. I want the men around us to jack off into your gaping cunt. Then punch it in. Breed you. All loads. Hot, Hot, Hot.”

It is. I am drunk on poppers. He pulls out. AS the men gather around to cum on me, I push out my cunt, hard. “Shit it is out six inches!” “Incredible” Their cum. I want their cum. I get it. Then someone punches it in. Double punches me over and over. Then nothing.

I take of the mask. Shaking. Weak. Alone. I reach done. I push. My hand catches a flow of cum and juices. I run them over my prolapse. Then bring the hand to mouth. I eat.

Nice.