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Tom and I had been dating for about two years. Early in the relationship, he realized that I was a bit of an exhibitionist. To indulge my desire for nude or topless sun bathing, we had been on trips to both Jamaica and Key West and with the arrival of summer, were looking for place nearby where we could do the same. Searching the Internet, Tom found a location in the Michigan dunes about two hours from our home. We had actually been to the town before and even to the public beach there, and had heard that there was an area back in the dunes where gay guys had wild parties. We didn't realize there was also a nearby area for couples.

We took a long weekend and drove up on a Thursday. Right there at the edge of parking lot for the public beach, just a described on the web, was a small hut occupied by Ted, the attendant. We inquired about the dunes and he confirmed that we were in the right place. It was $5 each and he even drove our chairs and cooler up to a spot in the dunes on his quad drive. He explained that it was private land; but the beach was public. If we were topless or nude, we had to stay up in the dunes, not be visible to those on the beach. We walked down the beach for about � mile, and then, following the tracks of his vehicle, went up into the dunes and found a nice bowl in the dunes where our stuff was nicely stacked. For those of you not familiar the tall dunes of northwest Indiana and Michigan along the shore of Lake Michigan, they are very tall hills of sand which start 100 or 200 feet back from the water. The tops of these hills constantly blow off due to strong breezes from the Lake, and form large, somewhat private bowls where you can place your blanket, beach chairs, etc. To add to your privacy, dune grass and small shrubs may grow around the outer rim of each bowl, adding a nicely feathered privacy fence, perhaps two feet tall. Since these bowls were well used, a short path connected each to the main trail. Our bowl was only 10 feet or so from the main path so we could be seen by passersby.

We put out our blanket and chairs, I got naked and we lathered up with sun screen. Tom was more cautious about the place, keeping his bathing trunks on. Parents who swing-photo_070309_007-jpg The place was great, warm sun, cool lake breezes, peace and quiet. A short time passed and we noticed a guy thirty-something walk past us along the main trail, slowing to look at us down our path. He seemed to walk by about every 15 minutes. Tom thought that perhaps he was trying to find the gay guy area and so on one of his rounds, stopped him and asked if he knew he was going in circles. He confirmed, yes, but he was walking the trail, trying to get tan and at the same time lose weight for an upcoming high school reunion. He told us that he lived about four hours away in Indiana. Normally his wife and he came to the dunes but she had just had surgery so he came alone. We thought that a bit weird, to leave your spouse for such a reason just after she had surgery but I was flattered that he would keep coming by and checking out my nakedness.

As the day progressed, others arrived. There was a guy, Joe, who asked if we minded if he took the bowl next to us. I thought that was polite. Then, there was an older couple, she was attractive and fairly trim for her age, and walked straight up the dune trail. Her husband, Frank, was much larger, out of shape. He took at least a half an hour to walk up the dune with numerous stops along the way up. They knew Joe and set-up at the site along the side of his. Later in the day, we noticed that the husband walked down the dunes to the beach and Joe joined the lady at her site. She was considerably older than he. We really couldn't see what was going on but they were obviously down on their blanket, not in their chairs; it was a good hour before the husband returned up the hill. Later we learned that he had prostate cancer and had become impotent but would bring her to the dunes so she would have a release. We laughed at the thought the she and Joe had probably been fucking just 100 or so feet from us.

Next day, we came back. Joe was there and set up next to us again. He came down our path and offered us a couple of cold beers. We accepted and he brought the beers and his chair over to our bowl. His dick seemed to be about half erect where Tom was perfectly flaccid. There we are, all sitting naked, drinking beers, talking. He told us about the older couple and how the various guys would help them out. Apparently, what we thought were the couples dunes were the swingers dunes. And, the guy from Indiana, trying to lose weight and get a tan; he was what the couples called pervs, guys who walked around, checking out the couples, trying to get involved in MFM. Joe didn't say so but he was obviously a perv. As he talked, Joe would reach down and stroke himself a few times, it must have been to keep that semi-erect look. I liked that look and thought that I could easily reach over and give it a little suck and keep it up that way. I found it kind of tantalizing to be reclining there on my beach blanket, totally naked, chit chatting with a naked stranger and Tom.

I was wearing a large brim hat so I put it over my eyes as I lay on my back getting sun. Joe's chair was at my feet, facing me so he obviously had a great view. He told me how beautiful I was and what a great body I had and how he could envision me in a white sun dress, walking through the breeze, no underwear. I told him I was more the short skirt, tight blouse type, perhaps with thigh highs although he was right on no undies, I frequently travel light. Tom's elbow entered my rib cage and my eyes opened. I could see that Joe was masturbating as he was envisioning me, his dick now hard. My mouth watered a bit as I looked. About that time, a friend of his walked up the path and joined the conversation. He, too, was naked, his dick half erect. Then they both left.

Later we learned that Joe's friend's name was Mike. Apparently, locally, right there in Michigan, he made and starred in porn movies. We didn't learn that until much later. That surprised me because his dick didn't seem to be any larger than anyone else's; I thought porn stars naturally had large dicks. In ensuing visits, he had joined us at our bowl and made it apparent that he would like to fuck me. By this point in our relationship, Tom and I have had a few MFM events and then a couple of swaps with another other couples at a local couples swingers' club, so we were open to having Mike join us in a threesome. His aggressiveness and self-confidence thrilled me but, it became apparent that Mike wasn't threesome material. It's unfortunate because I though he would fuck me really hard and forcefully and I like that. I could see him forcing my mouth deep down his dick and the thought made both my mouth and pussy wet. He would be the kind of guy that fucks me up the ass and spanks me. I like that kind of thing, I like to be spanked; I see it as a real turn on.

We continued to make visits on weekends during the summer and became more and more casual about it. We met the older couple and got to know them and were introduced to others. At times, there in our bowl would be Tom, me and three other guys, all of us just talking, all of us naked. I think it turned me on, looking at all of those dicks. I'm a 34C, large nipples, 5 ft 2 and 110 pounds, a high school and college gymnast and cheerleader so still in pretty good shape. I keep my girl completely shaved so I think, all and all, the boys enjoyed watching me sit and lay in the sun, naked. We heard more and more stories about all of the sexual activity that takes place there in the dunes but saw none. The guys even cautioned us about certain couples and individuals who tended to be overly aggressive or lecherous, and one couple who they thought had STDs. Tom and I talked a lot about whether we would participate. We were both in, switching with couples, maybe an MFM, I said I could even gang if it was the right group of guys, no more than five including Tom I thought. I would envision it sometimes when laying there naked in front of two or three of the guys, how fun might that be.

Then, when leaving one day, we happened across two couples going at it, side by side, girls on bottom, guys on top, obviously fucking. I was fascinated and stood and watched like a perv. At one point they switched, I wasn't sure if they were turning to their partners or both switching to something new. I thought, how fun, how uninhibited. Earlier in the day, the couples had been at different bowls on either side of the main path but had obviously gotten together. We stood and watched and then continued our journey back to the car. Then, on down the trail, just two bowls away from them, we saw one of the pervs standing, seemingly alone. But, as we moved further down the path, we saw the side of a woman's head. She was sucking the perv while bouncing up and down, fucking her husband or boyfriend who was on the blanket, on his back. Wow, we had been missing all of this. Maybe we should be parking ourselves a little further down the trail rather than having our beach view spot. These folks had all talked to us earlier in the day as individually or couples as they arrived, passing by our path in search of their dune bowl. As we walked down the beach, back to the car, I visualized myself, naked on the blanket, Tom fucking me and one of our other friends, standing, watching, and waiting to be next. My thoughts expanded, why just one, why not two or three? I love to be fucked, having two or three guys fucking me, sucking those cocks I had been checking out over the past several weeks would really turn them on and me too. Walking down the beach in the hot sun had my mind spinning.

It was Labor Day weekend and we were back, summer coming to an end. We took a couple of extra days off work so we could hit the dunes before the crowds arrived. It was Thursday and we were all set up. We had been there the day before and met someone new, George, and he had chatted with us for a while. He had a terrible rash across his hip so definitely not playmate material. Other than that, it had been pretty empty. George was back on Thursday, followed by Frank, the guy with prostrate cancer. Strangely, his wife wasn't with him. He said she might come out later. Joe arrived. And then there was the gay guy. We never knew his name. He was older and would come over and socialize but his partner would remain at their bowl about 400 feet or so further down then the rest of us. They were all gathered at our bowl now and we were all talking. By now, I had figured out that the guys like to position themselves so they could get a good view of my shaved girl. I thought that was interesting, it wasn't like I tried to hide her or anything. You would think after looking for five or ten minutes, they would tire of it, but that wasn't the case.

A new guy arrived, younger than the rest of us and tall. He was maybe 6 foot 4 or taller, and in his late twenties. Tony was clean cut, healthy looking. The others seem to know him so he joined our little group and took off his shorts. I was surprised, given his height that his dick wasn't bigger. You would think a tall guy like that would have a long dick. I thought maybe it was longer but just proportional to his height so I tried to compare it to the others. His flaccid dick didn't seem to any longer than Tom's and was shorter than the guys who keep the semi erections all day. Although, I did note that is had nice thickness even in its flaccid state. Apparently Tony had been quite the high school basketball player in Michigan and went on to play at some private school in the northern part of the state where he met and married a cheerleader.

So, there I was lying naked in front of five naked guys including Tom. It really did make my mouth water as I gazed at the various dicks, kind of glistening in the sun. Frank started talking about the good old days. Apparently he came here even before he had prostate cancer. I wondered if his wife came with him back then, were they swingers before or did this start when he went impotent. He told us how back then, newbies would get initiated. I was wondering whether he was suggesting that the guys should r*pe me. Tom would protect me, I thought. Tom had been in the military for 20 years; he told me took a lot of karate when he was young and stationed in Korea and Okinawa. He was also very fit, had been some type of commander or criminal investigator. Once in a bar, a guy talking to me started to slide his hand down my top, I was bra-less and it was fairly obvious. Tom was sitting on the bar stool next to me and I could hear the whiz from his elbow as it struck the man's face. The hand on that same arm then hit the man's throat and the fist on the other hand smashed his head. Like that, the guy was on the floor but his buddy grabbed Tom from behind. Tom flipped him over his head, used both hands to pop his ears and then made a crushing blow to the guy's neck. The guy just sat there on the floor, stunned. Tom backed up towards me, calmly took me by the hand and walked me out to the car. But, that was just two guys, this would be four. I could feel myself growing wet as I thought about this and pussy girl swelling up a bit. I adjusted my position so the guys could see. How would I convey to Tom, just let it happen, I want to be fucked, just join in. Frank continued his talk about how the girls would pull trains, he said you could be walking by and just join in. The day passed.

We were back again Saturday, arriving early to get our spot. A group of three young ladies arrived and took a position about 100 feet down the trail from us, closer to the area where we had seen the two couples playing. There were some other couples who said Hi as they passed by and took various bowls. Tony, the new guy from the day before arrived. He had walked in from the back side, not the beach side. That was a long hike over a couple of tall dunes but he looked crisp in clean in a pink golf shirt, long legged shorts and white tennis shoes. His shoes looked huge and I thought about his dick again and thought, so much for the theory of foot size and cock size. He stood and talked to us for a while, he still dressed, us naked. He said he was going to go perv, walked down the trail, and then took the bowl next to the three young ladies, between us and them. He came back now, naked, and all but apologized for not joining us. Tom said, "that's ok, you are going exactly where I would have gone at your age." I checked out Tony's dick again, it did have nice size and hung nicely. As he left, Tom said, I wondered if he was going for all three or thinks that if he thought he be able to cut one out from the herd.

The morning passed into noon and was surprisingly quiet. The expected Labor Day weekend crowd just wasn't there. We got out our sandwiches and wine and had lunch. I got back on the blanket and Tom rubbed a fresh coat of lotion on my back, pumping his dick back and forth between my cheeks all the while. It grew hard. I went down and started sucking him, and then he went down on me. I was just starting to really get into it when we heard, Tony. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Tony had returned. Tom got up, said "It's ok, come on in" and moved into one of our short beach chairs. I moved into the other. Tony stood and said it wasn't going well with the girls. Sit down, have a glass of wine with us we invited. He did. He sat on the blanket. I poured a paper cup of wine and leaned forward to hand it to him. When I sat back, I looked down and realized that he was looking at my aroused little girl. Tom had me about half way there when Tony interrupted. Tom's dick was still swollen as well, making it look bigger and more attractive then Tony's. He said "I was going to ask you if I could join you, the girls are going to leave, I didn't get anywhere." We laughed and said sure. He said, "I'm going to say good bye to them and will be back with my stuff in a few minutes" and disappeared down the trail.

I got back on the blanked and started sucking Tom. A few minutes passed and both he and I were getting into it. I heard him say, oops, Tony is on his way. I kept sucking. Honey, he's coming down our path, and Tom was trying to push my head away. I sucked harder. Tom's dick was rock hard now. I could hear Tony put his stuff down behind me. He didn't say anything. I kept sucking, my head bobbing up and down on Tom's cock. Tony appeared in my peripheral vision on my far left. He was on his knees watching. I looked at his dick, he was playing with it and it was growing. I pulled up and said Hi. I reached out and he move forward so I could take hold of his dick. I stroked it in my left hand and Tom in my right. Tom's dick was bigger and harder. A perv passed by and stopped. Tony used his hand to tell the guy to move on. I went back to sucking Tom, stroking Tony as well. I pulled Tom out and saw the gay guy standing, watching. Tom told him to move on please. I asked Tom,"Can I suck his," and nodded towards Tony's dick. Tom said, "You'll have to ask him." Tony said,"Yes, oh yes," before I could ask him. I took his dick in my mouth while I stroked Tom's. I could feel Tony's dick growing in my mouth, getting hard and thick. I sucked it harder and realized that it had grown to the point that I was now just sucking the head. I could taste the juices he was pumping out for me. It reminded how younger men give you all of those extra juices; something that seems to disappear after they pass their late thirties. I squeezed his dick with my hand and pulled the foreskin forward trying to milk out a little more flavor. I moved my hand to his balls and massaged while I sucked hoping to get more. Finally, I pulled back and looked at the dick in each hand. Yes, Tony's had definitely grown, it had to be at least an inch and a half longer than Tom's 7-incher. And it was thick, very thick.

When I looked up at Tom, he was looking away. Everything ok, I asked? Gay guy went up on the dune and is taking pictures, he said. I sucked Tom's dick deep down my throat. It was easy to handle after having Tony's in my mouth. Guess I didn't care about the pictures, he was far away. I could feel Tony pulling my ass up in the air so I was on my knees. His face was down behind my ass, licking my girl. His tongue darted in and out as I sucked Tom. I spread my legs further apart and now he was going up, his tongue running from my clit all up the back and on my ass. I loved it. I was wild. Tom exploded in my mouth. I swallowed it and kept sucking until he grew soft. Tony had his tongue deep in my ass and two fingers against my g-spot. As I pulled away from Tom, I saw two guys were standing just 20 feet or so away, watching. Tom stood up and told them to leave. I took Tony's cock in my mouth. He was on his knees; my head was just off the blanket. Its size excited me. I tried to push it down my throat but it hit my gag reflex. I pull his balls up and put them in my mouth while I stroked down his huge dick. I slid my head down between his legs, sucking his scrotum all of the way back. Tom had told me that only really nasty girls do that and I wanted to be nasty. Tony continued playing with my clit. "Do you have a condom?" I ask, "Is that ok," He responds,"Oh that us way ok, that's way beyond anything I expected. Tom reaches into our backpack and hands Tony a condom. I lie down on my back and spread my legs. Tom climbs on; I'm looking at that huge cock fully erect now, pumping up and down in anticipation.

"Go easy," I say, " You are so big and I'm a tiny girl." I feel that monster trying to work its way in side me. I spread further and feel it gently sliding in. I gasp. He slides it back out slowly but not all of the way and then back in, deeper this time, and then back out slowly. "Easy, easy," I gasp. Back and forth slowly again, this time all of the way in and then back out again. Three or four more times, he is moving slowly and gently and I break into orgasm. My legs, wrap around his thighs and I thrust his dick deep inside and back and forth hard and fast. I can hear myself, "Oh, oh" with each thrust I make. "Fuck me, fuck me," I say. This is not characteristic. I am usually quiet, detep breathing, a few ohs and ahs but not, "fuck me, fuck me." Later, Tom tells me that I had completely grasped Tony's thighs with my calves and raised my hips off the blanket totally up against Tony's pelvis high above apparently thrusting his dick deep inside me. "Hell, he was trying to be gentle and go slow and you were banging the heck out of him." So much for that story you girls give about size doesn't matter. I admitted, that was the first time I have ever had a really big dick and, I loved it. After Tony pulled out of me and stood up, still wearing his condom filled with cum, I looked at his dick and it was soft now, ,but hung huge. I so wanted to remove the condom and suck it dry but didn't.

We came back one more time a couple of weeks later. Things were different. Frank was there, he treated us more like we were old timers. Don was absolutely standoffish. Tom speculated that someone had told them what happened, that officially we were no longer newbies. Later, Joe arrived and confirmed Tom's speculation. Gay guy had passed around the news and even showed some of the photos he had gotten. Joe kidded with me, you're quite the girl. I blushed but then asked, " Why are people mad at us over that?" Joe asked who. I described Don's reaction and Tom confirmed it. Joe laughed. That is just his Don; he was insulted because you didn't do it with him. He is the kind of guy who just can't believe that you would prefer a good looking, tall, younger guy.

That spring we read heard that the city and beach authority had bought out the dunes; there would be no more nude or topless sunbathing at oval beach. Our visits to that part of Michigan stopped, but not our memories of the times we had there.

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