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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Hi, as many here will know I am Emma Styles the author. I thought I’d let you know about my recent experience at a beach near me here in Southern Spain. Hope you enjoy...I certainly did!!
After packing a few essentials into my new large beach bag and popping them into the boot of the new Range Rover I had the entire day ahead of me to do as I pleased. No need to programme the satnav as it was motorway all the way to my destination of Cabopino, and in particular the “Dunas de Artola o Cabopino” and its vast naturist beach nr Marbella.
I initially headed for the very pretty and busy port area with its cafes and bars, and perused the multitude of smaller yachts and motorboats bobbing on their moorings. I found a nice table outside a great restaurant called “Alberts” and people watched for an hour or so with a glass of chilled white and a most devine bowl of steamed clams with fresh crusty bread, the sun was warm giving the whole area a definite “St Tropez” feel without the “St Tropez” prices.
I eventually dragged myself away and drove the few minutes to the beginning of the beach with its large sand dunes and sporadic wooded areas. There were cars and motorhomes dotted around, I drove along the track at the back of the dunes for a few hundred metres and found a good spot to park up and get my bearings before deciding on where to make my pitch. From my vantage point I could see a good span of the area in front of me and I could definitely sense there was fun to be had, as there were a dozen or so beach umbrellas in view and a steady volume of people openly wandering around naked, intentionally flaunting themselves. There was an abundance of wooded areas that seemed to be the focus of many of the people who were meandering around singularly and in pairs. My interest was definitely piqued. I noticed several cars parking up and the occupants disrobing and grabbing their beach bags before disappearing off in many directions along the well-worn paths to the dunes and beach. I could imagine that during the high summer months this area would be packed and possibly a bit oppressive, I enjoy it when its quieter, as it seems to bring the classier person out to play and enjoy the freedom that beaches like this positively encourage and allow.
I quickly undressed and threw a sarong around myself, grabbed my bag, and headed off to find a quiet spot in the dunes but a little closer to the beach. I passed several men, all of who were most well mannered and imparted the customary greeting, the simple, universal nod and smile used when you’re unsure as to the nationality of the person. I eventually found what turned out to be a perfect spot, a small sandy nook in front of a cluster of trees and pitched my towel and inflated my pillow. As usual as soon as I got naked I gave myself a liberal spray of sun oil and relaxed back in the sun and watched the various comings and goings in my immediate vicinity. Occasionally a gent or two would stop for a chat, it was all very relaxed and civilised, but with a very strong undercurrent of sexual shenanigans in the air. A large area about a hundred metres away appeared to be where the action was, as people were wandering in to the dense trees along various worn foot paths, this always gives my stomach a nice sensation from the little butterflies fluttering their wings, never fails to get me aroused to a level where I lose all self control and the sexual devil in me appears. The turning point, or rather the catalyst to my afternoons fun was when I watched a very tanned couple stroll in to the undergrowth with several men following at a discreet distance, all in various states of arousal. I love that feeling of being followed and the apprehension coupled with anticipation of what may follow, but equally enjoy watching another female being followed, knowing what she’s feeling inside. I viewed the steady procession of men, and after several minutes decided to go and see what if anything exciting was occurring. I grabbed my little beach security bag and slipped on my wedge sandals and ambled along the nearest path into the densely treed area, where instinct and awareness from my many dalliances at Almayate beach took over, giving me an immediate feeling of confidence and sensual abandon. This feeling is hard to describe, but for me it’s a combination of mental as well as physical factors that make it so erotic and decadent.
I stopped for a moment letting my eyes adjust to the shade. I immediately sensed this was going to be fun, as ahead of me I heard the tell tale murmurings of different voices, and in particular a female obviously already in a state of orgasmic elation. Very shortly I saw a throng of people who were intently watching the couple and several men also playing with one another, the lady was wholeheartedly enjoying all the attention she was receiving, and her husband was very vocal in his encouragement. By their reactions the group of men were both surprised and obviously pleased to see me naked in their midst, a single female coming into the unfolding scenario definitely raised the “naughty” factor by a quite few degrees. The many approving and leering looks made me quiver a little in pure shameless pleasure. As I stood appreciating the view several discreet hands began to stroke and caress my body, tentatively at first, sussing me out, but when I parted my legs slightly it signalled an instant frenzy, an onslaught of hands and fingers tweaking and gently penetrating me. Just like the other female I was outnumbered by a large factor, but eager and fully willing to be involved in some group fun and games. Everywhere I looked there were erections of all shapes and sizes on offer, the two men behind me were rapidly bringing me to orgasm with their accomplished fingers, working both my pussy and anus with equal measure. Juices were streaming down my thighs, soaking all the attentive hands; I got busy stroking cock after cock, in what was turning into a naked free for all, no limits, just how I like it. I had a small yet powerful squirting orgasm as I nodded my approval to a guy who was unfurling a condom onto his thick manhood, and then as if by telepathy the guys beside me lifted me up by the legs, giving him a welcome gaping target to penetrate, and boy did he hit the right spot, straight in, hard and deep, no messing around, he made it clear he just wanted to pound me, use my pussy for his gratification. He was thrusting mercilessly into me, and the two men holding me were rocking me back and forth meeting his lunges with a powerful collision of flesh on flesh. The other female was getting very similar treatment, and there was a sea of men masturbating everywhere I looked, a blur of hands pumping hard glistening cock. As soon as my guy came, a powerfully built guy, who just by his demeanour gave an aura of dominating experience replaced him, swiftly driving his thick weapon forcefully into me, making me whimper with glee when his thumb reached under and plugged my anus, all the men sensed I was in heaven, and reacted accordingly, every part of me tingled and was on fire as they took turns in using me. I was being firmly controlled by this group of men, fully dominated, but all in a very respectful way. It was just perfect; we all seemed to be in tune with each other, one simple goal in mind, which was to extract the maximum pleasure from the moment. I was being given climax upon climax physically, and the mental stimulation of seeing the more inexperienced men of the crowd being overwhelmed by the spectacle and ejaculating on the spot was a sight to behold. The bull fucking me just kept pumping into me like an automated machine, never missing a beat, causing wave after wave of internal pleasure to encompass me. My body was racked with a continual spasmodic pulsating feeling; my vagina was gripping on to this powerhouse of pleasure, matching his demon like thrusts with a powerful steady milking action, urging him on towards his own climax. His piercing eyes locked onto mine as if we were in battle, both urging each other on to higher plateaus of gratification. I felt sorry for the ladies husband, as he was torn between watching his wife and was mesmerised by what was happening to me only a few feet away, he had a grin that stretched from ear to ear, he was taking his pleasure from his partners total uninhibited sexual indulgence. This decadent scene went on and on, eventually the bull withdrew and stood transfixed, staring at my gaping vagina, slapping my labia and clit with his meat, he just seemed to know what I required and his timing was impeccable, this induced several more violent liquid orgasms. After a while he spoke to me in broken English and led me away from the melee, leaving the lady and her husband at the mercy of group of guys that were left. She didn’t look like she’d be complaining anytime soon. He gripped my hand firmly as we exited the under growth into the warm sunshine. I eagerly followed him until we reach his private spot, which was sheltered by a strategically placed windbreaker. He lay back on his towel holding his vastly thick erection upright inviting me to get on top, I’d not had chance before due to the intensity of the action in the woods, so reaching into my small beach purse I retrieved a small bottle of amyl, taking a massive hit in either nostril. As the effect began to rage through my body I clamped my labia around his bulbous tip and allowed my vagina to work him inside me bit by bit, until I could feel him throbbing deep within my abdomen. His powerful hands locked on to my hips and he began to rhythmically bounce me up and down, some times delicately and every now and then violently, which felt like a small rabbit punch to my womb, exquisite and the moment was enhanced as my juices squirted uncontrollably in all directions, in a wild arcing spray. He fucked me in a variety of positions over the next hour, never giving me time to draw breathe, he was relentless, just persistently working me again and again. I was in a consistent state of extreme orgasm, until eventually he flipped me on to my stomach and knelt in front of me and began to feed me his cock, his balls were swollen and heavy in my hands, I relaxed my jaw as he placed a hand under my chin and one solidly on the top of my head and began for ferociously fuck my mouth until I was drooling copious amounts of saliva over him in between sharp bouts of gagging. I had my work cut out as he drove his meat into my mouth with an unnerving force. Much to my pleasure and relief I won the contest, the battle of wills as it had become by this stage by sliding two fingers into his anus and feverishly manipulated his prostate, this instantly caused him to buck and jerk like a bronco bull, and he began filling my mouth and throat with abundant amounts of his hot sweet semen, which I enthusiastically swallowed, lewdly scooping any excess that dribbled onto my chin with my fingers and eating it with porn star like gusto. It was an extraordinary afternoon of sheer filth, and total slut like behaviour.
Time was racing by, but he insisted I follow him so he could buy me a drink as a token of thanks, and we could swap contact details. We drove literally three minutes to a small beach bar called “Andys”, where sadly as I was driving I could only indulge in an ice cold , but it was delicious, one of those rare moments where it lives up to the adverts, most “refreshing”. He belatedly introduced himself as Jorge, he was thirty six and single, originally from Portugal, but living and running his own business in sports management in Malaga. We did swap details and I have subsequently met him again on several occasions, both with Paul and solo
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on a Sunday morning. 
