I filled my lungs with the cool, clean Atlantic air as I looked along the shore.

Deep rocky inlets and small, sandy coves decorated this stretch of coastline in northeast Lanzarote.

At the naturist village of Charco del Palo, nudity was the norm. Not just on the beaches, but in the streets and cafes too—an uninhibited paradise of nakedness.

I felt a wonderful freedom in being bare, as if the cares and worries of the world had been cast off with my clothes. And, if I’m honest, the sweet, sexual undercurrent of brazenly displaying my lean, young body and big, fat cock to all and sundry was also rather nice!

The resort’s whitewashed villas were set quite far apart, but I could see that my two nearest neighbours were both middle-aged couples. In one, the guy was massaging sun lotion into his girl’s perky bum, and, in the other, hubby read the paper as his blonde wife smoothed sunblock onto her chest.

She had big, firm tits and seemed to be taking ages to anoint them with the cream, going over and over, round and round, squeezing them together, and then, suddenly, she looked directly at me as she took hold of her nipples and gave them both a twist.

Immediately, a violent swelling started in the core of my loins, an unstoppable fullness spreading through my groin, and with each beat of my heart, my penis grew thicker and longer and started to rise.

Fuck! What a tease. Well, two can play that game.

I flopped down onto my lounger, picked up my sunscreen, and squirted a wad of it onto my hands. 

After checking she was watching, I slathered it all over my pecs and abs before moving down to my cock, which, after no more than a dozen strokes, became fully erect. My distant admirer was now sawing away between her legs with one hand, while the other reached over and wanked hubby’s dick.

I felt the first stirring of an orgasm, but decided to wait, decided to keep myself in that state of delicious denial. After all, who knew what the day still had in store?

The show's over, for now, I thought as I lay back on the sunbed, and drifted off to sleep.

“Freddie? Freddie Jenkins?” 

A well-spoken lady had woken me up. I put my hand to my eyes to shield the sun and squinted up to see who it was.

“Yes?”

“I’m Tania, Tania McGuire. From Freebody Holidays.”

“Oh, Tania, yes, of course,” I jumped up off the sun lounger and held out my hand to greet her, “lovely to meet you.”

“Whoa,” she stepped back with alarm, looking down.

I suddenly realised I was still fully erect.

“Oh sorry, oh fuck! Oh God, I’m so sorry. It must be the sun." Blushing, I reached for my towel, but she gently took my wrist to stop me.

“I’ll accept your apology for swearing, but not for having an erection. We celebrate health, beauty and nature here at Charco del Palo, and your splendid penis embodies all three. I insist that you leave it uncovered. We see all shapes and sizes, but even so, yours is rather… surprising.”

“Ha! Yes, ok, how lovely." Her warm-hearted openness put me at ease. "Thank you, Mrs. McGuire.”

“Tania, please. Mrs. McGuire makes me sound like a school teacher. How was your flight?”

Unlike everyone else, Tania was dressed. She wore a crisp, white blouse stretched taut over her tits, a black mini skirt, tights, and high heels. She seemed to have aimed for ‘hot librarian' and scored a bullseye. Her glasses completed the look.

"Good, thanks, yeah, all good, very smooth. I got in about nine last night and got a taxi straight here. The villa is lovely, and the landscape…” I looked back out along the shore, “just stunning.”

“Isn’t it beautiful? Our little corner of paradise. Now, as you booked last minute, online, we’ve got a couple of bits of admin to take care of. The balance of the holiday—four hundred and seventy-five pounds—and some personal details for the tourist bureau. If you’re free for five minutes, please grab your wallet and passport and let’s go to the office.”

In the two minutes it took me to gather my things, Tania had gone over to talk to the big-breasted blonde at the neighbouring villa. They looked over at me and waved. Tania bent down to say something in private, and they both burst out laughing before she came back down the path and led the way to the office, which was one of the villas, set back from the sea.

Tania had one of those walks some women are blessed with where each buttock swung sideways in time with her stride and then jiggled a little as she transferred her weight. Her skirt had ridden up to show a flash of lace.  

So, stockings, not tights.

I started to wonder what else she wore under there, as my dick stuck out in front of me like a pink jousting lance.  

We got to the office, and she showed me inside.  

“Right, if I can have your passport, please." I handed it over, and she flicked through the pages. “Oh, the fifteenth of the seventh, two thousand and eight. It was your birthday last week. You’re eighteen.” She looked up at me, smiling.

“It was.”

“Happy belated birthday. A fully grown man. Very fully grown,” her eyes dropped down to my penis again, and this time they remained there, quite open and shameless, for ten seconds or more. “Does it ever go down?”

I blushed and looked down at it too. I could see the blood pulsing in the veins on my shaft.

“I think it’s because it’s my first trip in Charco, and I’m still getting used to being naked in public.”

“And it’s making you horny, is it, showing off your big cock?”

“Well, er…”

“It’s ok, Freddie, you’re among friends here. Horny is good. We don’t get many young guys coming alone. It’s mostly hotwife couples like Angie and Dave who I just said hello to. You’ll be in great demand.”

“Hot wife, sorry, what’s that?”

Tania got up from the desk and came round behind me.

"Hotwife"—she said it as a single word, her mouth very close to my ear. “It’s a lifestyle some liberated couples enjoy. The wife is an attractive exhibitionist with an insatiable sexual appetite. She takes a number of lovers, quite openly, and the husband enjoys hearing about it later, or maybe watching, or sometimes even joining in.”

“Wow, really?” My voice had developed a tremor.

“Yes, really. The lovers are called bulls. They’re often much younger and are always well hung." Her fingers encircled my shaft. “Like you.”

“Oh fuck.”

She squeezed me.

“Oh, Tania.”

“You’re rock hard, like stone." Her hand slowly started to move up and down my cock from its base to the ridge of my crown.

Her other hand was moving behind me. Moving down, pausing, then moving down again. She was undoing her shirt. I heard the satin material rustle as the blouse fell to the floor and then the sound of a zip.

Briefly, she released my dick, needing both hands to wriggle out of her skirt.

I was still and silent, at her mercy, and in her hands, metaphorically, and—soon—literally, as she reached around and grabbed it again. Her other hand cradled my balls.

“Are these full, Freddie?”

“Uh-huh.”

A single finger moved under me, stroked the seam line across my perineum to my anus, then retraced the path.  

“Your prostate is engorged and swollen. When did you last ejaculate?”

“Three days ago.”

“Three days? A virile young man like you needs to empty himself every three hours!”

Apart from the living room being converted to an office, this villa was the same as the rest, with a small kitchenette, a bathroom at the side, and a hall that led through to the bedroom, which had big patio doors facing out to the sea.

“Follow me.”

She strutted away down the hall in just her bra, thong, and stockings. Her plump rump wiggled from side to side, and she clip-clopped down the hallway in her high platform heels, her long, shapely legs encased in sheer nylon.

She was waiting for me in the bedroom, her fantastic tits bursting out of her bra, and the minuscule panties barely covering her mound.   She took me in her arms and kissed me. Not a peck on the lips, but a wet, wanton snog, with my dick squashed between us.

I responded with passion, pushing my tongue deeply into her throat as my hands roamed over her buxom physique.

She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees.

I’d only had two girlfriends and had never—as the saying goes—gotten past first base, so I was totally unprepared for what happened next. 

She pulled down my erection—against its stiff resistance—to horizontal, and engulfed my penis in her pretty mouth.

I was astonished by the intensity of the sexual bliss. The heat of her mouth, the wetness, her tongue rotating around my sensitive tip, and, last but not least, the sheer sight of it—seeing my huge, swollen penis in this hot woman’s mouth.  

“Oh, fuck.”

She took me deeper and deeper until my bulb hit her tonsils, then kept a steady pace, pulling back all the way back to the ridge of my glans before plunging down again, her hands braced on my thighs, and all the time her tongue swirling and licking at my sensitive frenulum and swollen blue vein to a soundtrack of gurgles and quacks.

It could only have been a minute, at most, before my orgasm triggered. Deep waves of pleasure rushed up through my thighs as the powerful climax unfolded. A volcanic flow of my hot male juice surged up that blue vein and, after a moment’s hiatus, gushed into her throat.

The power of my eruption was a hundred times greater than just having a wank. My whole body shook as I emptied myself. I held her head still to make sure she got all of it. I could feel her frantically gulping as she tried to swallow it all, but she was soon overwhelmed by the volume and, after a choke and a gag, two wads of semen shot out of her nose. I took pity on her, pulled out my cock, and sprayed my last four jets right into her face.

“Good gracious, Freddie, was that your first time?” She looked quite a state, her face painted with sperm. “The first time you’ve had your cock sucked?”

"Mmmm," my balls and prostate were still convulsing, and my penis still bouncing, sending the last drops of cum splashing onto the floor.

“Oral sex is such an intimate pleasure for lovers to share." She theatrically peeled off her panties, lay back on the bed, and, taking hold of her ankles, spread her legs wide in a wanton display of her sex.

The invitation was clear, and, in a state of delicious delirium, I got onto the bed and knelt between her thighs.

“Have you seen a girl’s pussy before?”

I shook my head, unable to speak, unable even to drag my gaze away from the beauty of what was before me. She was totally bare and glistening wet, her smooth, pretty slit with its two sets of lips and bright purple bean poking out at the top.

“Eat me.”

I needed no second invitation, and I dived into her wetness. She wrapped her legs round my neck and pulled my face into her cunt with her muscular thighs.

Her vagina was molten, and the taste blew my mind. The sweetest pineapple, mixed with a honey tang.

She ran her hand through my hair as I gobbled and munched. “Such a good boy.”

After about ten minutes of noisy, brazen slobbering over her folds and hole, she touched my head again.

“Freddie.”

I raised my soaking face.

“You see this?” One finger circled the button at the top of her slit.

I nodded, panting for breath, drooling like a hungry dog.

“It’s my clitoris. It’s like the extra sensitive bit on the underside of your cockhead, the bit I was licking to make you cum. Tease it with your tongue. I want you to make me cum.”

I lowered my face again, patient this time, focused on her pleasure. First, a gentle kiss, and then I slowly circled her clitty,  around and around, flicking over and back, thrilled at the feeling of her body responding.

Oh yes, baby, just like that." She took hold of my head with her hands.

Her thighs had started to tremble and shake. I looked up to see that her head was thrown back in a silent scream while my tongue continued its work.

She went stiff for ten seconds, then suddenly thrashed from side to side, and she let out a full-blooded wail of wanton abandon as she had an orgasm as big as my own. 

Gradually, over a minute or so, her rapture abated, and the licks of my tongue gave way to butterfly kisses.

“Oh sweet, sexy, Freddie, you ate my pussy so fucking good.”

She pulled me up into her arms for another long, lingering snog.

“Oh look,” she said, “we’ve got an audience.”

Standing at the patio door, his face pressed up against the class, was a handsome blonde man. He was nude, and he had an erection.

“Oh my God, a peeping Tom!” I went to jump up off the bed, but she held me back.

“Actually, it’s a peeping Simon. My husband Simon. I asked him to come at this time. He likes to watch.”

Knowing that her husband had been watching as I ate his wife out sent a huge jolt of lust all through my groin, and my cock rose up again to its full length and girth.

Tania got up and opened the patio doors.

“Hello, darling, are you enjoying the show?” 

Simon had started to masturbate.

“Freddie’s a virgin. Mine will be the very first pussy he’s sunk that huge cock into.”

“Tania, you’re covered in sperm.”

Yes, I gave Freddie his first ever blow job. He pumped a huge load of semen into my throat and then sprayed the rest in my face. And look, he’s already erect again.”

“He’s so hung.” Simon’s eyes were fixed on my cock as I held it up to be vertical to show off its full size.

“Yes, isn’t he? That’s really going to stretch me, Simon, really going to stretch my tight, married pussy. I’m going to take him bare, darling, and have him breed me; flood me with his potent seed.”

Simon’s face had gone purple.

She got back on the bed and went onto all fours, her bottom raised high in the air.

“Freddie, I want you to take me from behind.”

Her buttocks were twin globes of golden fullness, framed by the garter belt, the straps of which dug deep into her plump behind. I gave one of them a 'twang.'

Her anus was a perfect rosebud above the wet lips of her snatch. A string of juice oozed out of her and dripped onto the bed.

She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “You like what you see?”

By way of an answer, I moved in behind her so that the underside of my cock rested between her butt cheeks and my balls were tight against her slit.

“Fuck, yeah.”

I spanked her ring with my meaty pipe—slap, slap, slap—wet strikes of my heavy dick onto that perfect pink knot, then moved my hips down so that my bellend touched her entrance.

Simon had moved a step into the room and was still wanking but more slowly, keen not to blow his load before the show’s finale.

I pushed my cockhead an inch into her entrance and then another, taking it slow until I was sure that she was ready, and then 'WHAM,' the whole length of it slammed into the uncharted depths of her cervix and her womb.

“Aaarrrgggghhh,” she screamed so loud I’m sure the whole resort could hear it. Her elbows gave way, forcing her forward, face down on the bed, her hands hanging onto the sides of the mattress as she braced for my onslaught.

If her mouth had been hot heaven, her cunt was ten times better still. A molten, velvet furnace whose walls clamped tight around my cock. 

A trance-like state came over me as I started to pound her hole and fuck her hard. Long, powerful strokes with all my nine inches from my cockhead to my hilt, my balls banging against her clitty at the apex of each thrust.

I turned to look at Simon. “This is what your hot wife needs; this is how she likes it. Fucked hard and rough by my huge cock,” his mouth fell open as he wanked his little dick. 

After about five minutes, the tell-tale tremors spread through her thighs and her buttocks; soft moans and whimpers became deafening screams.

Her body shook and writhed as pleasure overwhelmed her. I tightened my grip on her butt cheeks and pounded her as hard as I possibly could as my own orgasm detonated, flooding her furthest depths with a torrent of my teenage juices.

As our mutual ecstasy gradually subsided, I withdrew my dick from Tania’s pussy, my bulb emerging with a 'plop.'

I sat on the edge of the bed, my half-hard cock still pulsing gently as the last drops of my sperm oozed out from my gaping eyehole.

“Kneel down, Simon.”

His eyes flicked over to his wife, but she merely raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Go on, then.”

He knelt. 

“Clean me.”

“But, no, I only want to…”

“Simon!” Tania’s voice was suddenly sharp. “How dare you? Do as he says, this instant.”

He shuffled forward on his knees and placed his hands upon my knees. He looked up at her again, and his mouth opened as if to speak, but this time he thought better of it.

He looked down at my cock, which was still almost at its full dimensions, pointing down at forty-five degrees, still pulsing slightly and slathered in her juices and my salty cream. 

He moved his head down, paused, swallowed hard, and then, with his eyes tight shut, took my helmet into his mouth.

It must have been nearly a minute that he stayed like immobile and frozen, the knuckles of his hands quite white as he gripped my knees, as if in fear, before I felt his mouth begin to move. His lips started to gently roll back and forth over my coronal ridge, and his tongue swirled round my underside. His eyes opened. He let out a soft moan and started to suck me with ever-increasing enthusiasm, greedy slurps and gurgles as he took my whole length into his throat and pushed out his tongue to lick my balls.

I tousled his hair. “Such a good boy. Now clean your wife.”

He needed no encouragement. She was still up on all fours, and he buried his face between her cheeks, like a pig feasting at the trough. He quickly brought his wife to her third climax of the afternoon, and as her bladder juices squirted out from either side of his face, his feverish wanking reached its conclusion too, and his thin emission dribbled onto the bed.

Leaving him there on the bed, face down and drenched, Tania stood up and took my hand. Her legs half buckled, and she tottered in her high-heeled shoes. 

“Freddie, that was a superb fuck, and you treated the cuck with a dominant authority. That was the first time he’s ever taken a cock in his mouth, but somehow I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last. You are going to make a supreme bull for many hotwife couples.”

I spanked her rump. “I feel very privileged to have had such a red-hot MILF be the one to take my cherry, and introduce me into this wonderful world. Thank you.”

She led me back into the office. 

“Here’s your passport back.” She picked up my wallet from the desk. “And we won’t be needing this. Under the circumstances, I’ve decided to waive the balance, and all your future visits will be on the house.”

“How kind of you." I gave her a knowing smile as I turned to go.

“Oh, Freddie, one more thing. Angie asked if you could pop in to see her on the way back to your villa…”