The ocean felt amazing. Warm water and sweet trade winds caressing my skin. I love swimming and this exclusive beach was just the ticket. It was a nudist beach although I never came to the beach without my trunks. It’s not that I am bashful or have a morality problem with being naked; it’s I am excitable. Also, my prick is massive so I don’t want to be walking down the beach with a hardon. My ex named my cock the Pink Rolling pin and with good reason. Limp, my cock hangs to just above my knees, so about 13 inches. Full blown, it arcs up and actually makes it to my chest, so about 16 inches totally hard. There is a lot of great scenery any time of the day from bone white chicks with milky breasts to dark skinned beauties with big bubble butts however, at the moment there were only some older couples sun bathing with their bodies covered in spf 2000. I figured I had nothing to risk since there was nothing there to get me going so I shucked my trunks while I was in the water and continued to swim. The feeling of the water sluicing around my Maypole felt great but not too great. If you know what I mean.
There was a slight tidal force causing me to go a little too far north of my umbrella so I decided to get out of the water and saunter back to my towel for some sun-soakage and some tunes. It was funny feeling my crank slap one thigh then the other; and the sound was making me laugh. Thinking about the sun, my cock and some Floyd I was completely distracted in my thoughts which can be a problem. And there was one on its way.
I was a few feet from my towel when a voice like silk hit my ears. It was Bianca. Bianca was a 6’3” Italian goddess. Her face was like Aphrodite’s with lower back length, jet-black hair. She was very firm and her tits were completely fake but no man gave a crap; they were immense. Her ass was tight and bubbleishous and looked amazing in anything. I snapped out of my stupor and she came into focus. I started with her beautiful face and stopped there; she was completely naked except for a pair of shiny, silver panties. I had heard rumors about Bianca’s clitoris that years of bodybuilding and “Protein” powder, her clit had taken on gargantuan proportions. We started our talk and as we exchanged pleasantries I slipped a glance down to her pussy and time stopped. As she talked I actually saw that her clit had hardened and made a little tent in her silky panties. It was at that point that it was game over…
There was a slight tidal force causing me to go a little too far north of my umbrella so I decided to get out of the water and saunter back to my towel for some sun-soakage and some tunes. It was funny feeling my crank slap one thigh then the other; and the sound was making me laugh. Thinking about the sun, my cock and some Floyd I was completely distracted in my thoughts which can be a problem. And there was one on its way.
I was a few feet from my towel when a voice like silk hit my ears. It was Bianca. Bianca was a 6’3” Italian goddess. Her face was like Aphrodite’s with lower back length, jet-black hair. She was very firm and her tits were completely fake but no man gave a crap; they were immense. Her ass was tight and bubbleishous and looked amazing in anything. I snapped out of my stupor and she came into focus. I started with her beautiful face and stopped there; she was completely naked except for a pair of shiny, silver panties. I had heard rumors about Bianca’s clitoris that years of bodybuilding and “Protein” powder, her clit had taken on gargantuan proportions. We started our talk and as we exchanged pleasantries I slipped a glance down to her pussy and time stopped. As she talked I actually saw that her clit had hardened and made a little tent in her silky panties. It was at that point that it was game over…
