It was the sun shining in through a gap in the curtains that woke me, and I stretched languidly, listening to the sound of the early birds twittering in the bushes outside. I sat up and peeped out, across the cottage garden into the fields beyond. It was a beautiful morning, an aircraft’s contrail the only blemish on an otherwise clear blue sky. I heard Rory stirring, and soon felt his arms around me, his fingers stroking my bare breasts as he nuzzled into the soft nape of my neck.

“Breakfast, or fuck,” he murmured.

“Neither,” I said decisively. “I want to go for a swim. Your parents were telling me about this really lovely beach near here, Folkham, I think they said it was called. Let’s go for a dip, before it gets too hot and crowded, then go for brunch in that pub we drove past yesterday.”

Rory gave a funny little laugh. “Holkham Beach, I think you mean,” he said. “Yeah, my parents used to love going there. But did they tell you anything else about it?”

“I don’t think so, just that it was quiet and peaceful, and great for sunbathing. Why?”

“Oh, nothing. Right, Holkham Beach it is,” he said, reaching for his boxer shorts. “If we’re skipping breakfast we might as well get going.”

***

Turning left out of the cottage, Rory turned down a lane signposted towards somewhere with the rather splendid name of Stiffkey. I snorted.

“Seriously, Stiffkey? Do all the villages have rude names in this part of Norfolk? I mean, I thought it was funny enough your parents having a cottage in Cockthorpe, but this is just as bad.”

“Only if you’ve got a filthy mind like you,” Rory pointed out. “Anyway, I thought you’d have heard about the Rector of Stiffkey. He sounds like just your sort of guy. A bit of an oddball, but that’s normal for Norfolk.”

So I Googled him on my phone, and as we motored along through Stiffkey itself and the more boringly-named Wells-next-the-Sea, I read with increasing incredulity the story of the Reverend Harold Davidson, a  local clergyman who, after the First World War, became notorious for his efforts to save young girls from lives of prostitution in London. This eventually caused a bit too much scandal for rural Norfolk and in 1932 he was defrocked by a church court, only to die five years later after being mauled to death by a lion in the seaside town of Skegness (yes, seriously).

By the time I’d finished reading this, we’d arrived at Holkham Beach. Rory parked a little way back from the sea, in a car park among some sand dunes, and then led me off towards the beach itself. However, instead of finding a spot near the car, he began to walk along the edge of the sea for what began to seem like a long time.

“Why don’t we stop here? It looks just fine,” I eventually asked, as we trudged along some perfectly acceptable-looking beach.

“We’re not on Holkham Beach properly yet,” explained Rory. “It starts just about where those two people are in the sea,” and he pointed at a couple of dots bobbing about in the surf. “I think you’ll appreciate it when we get there.”

Just as we reached the dots, they emerged from the sea, and I realised what was special about this particular beach. The couple were stark naked, the guy’s dick looking admitted rather shrivelled between his legs, but the woman’s dark nipples standing out proudly from her large tits. They didn’t act surprised at being caught in the nude or try to cover themselves up, so, being a bright sort of girl, I twigged pretty quickly what was going on.

“What, a nudist beach? In Norfolk?” I said, surprised. “I mean, you expect that sort of thing in Brighton, but not up here.”

“Well, you’ve just accused us of being obsessed with sex,” pointed out Rory, accurately enough.

“That explains the funny look your Dad gave your Mum when she was telling me how much they enjoyed it,” I said. “I’d no idea they were nudists.”

“Well, they’re not really,” said Rory. “I think they found it by accident, dared each other to strip off, and then found they rather liked it.”

“Well, who wouldn’t? Come on then, let’s get naked,” I said, stripping off my sundress and the little bikini I was wearing underneath. “And last one in’s a sissy.”

The water was a bit cold (the North Sea isn’t exactly the Caribbean) but fine once you’d plucked up courage to go right in. We swam and splashed around for a while, enjoying the sensation of swimming without the encumbrance of a tight costume. I was a regular visitor to Brighton’s nudist beach and knew there were a couple of places in Cornwall where you could go bare, but this was a lovely surprise. It was actually much nicer than Brighton: it had a sandy beach, for a start, rather than the Sussex shingle, so you didn’t have that painful tiptoe across rough pebbles down to the sea. And it was much quieter, with only a few other bare bodies enjoying the morning sun.

After a while, we left the water and stretched out on our towels to dry off. As always when I was naked in the open air, I began to feel a bit horny. I looked around to check that there was no-one else too close to us and began to stroke my clitoris. Rory noticed what I was doing and rolled onto his side to watch. His dick soon swelled to a semi-erect state, and I reached over and gave it a little stroke, which caused it to expand even more, to something approaching its full eight inches. I raised my leg slightly to shield my pussy, and he slipped a couple of fingers inside my wet hole and began to finger me. Very quickly I felt myself getting massively turned on. I was enjoying lying naked in the sun, but a fuck would be fun too.

“God, I want you,” I said. “Shall we go back to the cottage?”

“I can’t wait that long. Let’s go to the dunes.”

“Are you sure? What if we get caught?”

“It’s okay. That’s what people do apparently. As long as we don’t make too much noise, no one’ll mind.”

“Okay, if you’re sure we won’t get arrested.”

Rory picked up the big towel and wrapped it around his waist to hide his rampant erection, and we walked back up the beach towards the bank of undulating sand dunes. It must have been obvious what we had in mind, but none of the people we walked past gave us any disapproving looks or tried to stop us.

There was certainly a multitude of private little nooks, shielded by the sand and scrubby bushes, and I began to look for a suitable spot for a fuck. Suddenly, I heard a stifled groan just ahead of us. I gestured to Rory to be quiet and we both peeped over the dune. Sure enough, another couple had had the same idea. They were both naked, and he was lying on his back while she was pumping his erect dick with her hand. Even as we watched, she leant over and took it in her mouth. She was good at it too, swallowing most of his length and stroking his ball-sack.

She was fully occupied with slurping on his stiffie, but I suddenly realised he’d seen us watching. A slightly embarrassed smile crossed his face, so I raised a hand and mouthed the word “sorry” before dragging Rory back down between the dunes.

“Well, you were right about this being the place to come for sex,” I giggled. “I hope we haven’t put them off. Anyway, this looks fine here.”

We carefully laid out the big towel on the sand and sat down on it. Immediately, Rory pilled me towards him, and we started to kiss. His erection rubbed against my leg, leaving a damp little trail of pre-cum. He played with my little breasts, tweaking at my pink nipples to make them hard. I was already so turned on that I just wanted him inside me. I pulled him on top of me and wrapped my legs around him.

“Sod that, I’m wet enough already,” I said. “Just put your dick in me and fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you all right,” he murmured. He spread my legs apart and I felt his dick pressing against me. Then with one thrust and a groan he was inside me, his hard dick filling me right up. He began to piston in and out, making a delicious schlup-slurp, schlup-slurp noise in my wet pussy. Conscious of the fact that we were in a semi-public place, I tried to hold back my gasps and squeals of pleasure as much as possible, but it was hard not to let out the occasional “oh” and “ah” as he banged me.

I could see him sweating and getting a bit red in the face. His thrusts began to come even faster, and I could tell he was near his climax.

“Pull out, I want to see you come,” I gasped. At the last moment, he pulled out his dick and gave it a final pump with his hand. A big white rope of hot semen shot out of the end of his dick and splattered over my left tit, followed by several more which landed on my bare tummy.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he groaned as he wiped the final few drops off against my pubic mound. I pulled him down on top of me and we kissed, smearing the sticky goo between our bodies.

“Mm,” I murmured, “I want to do that again, but maybe we should go and wash this mess off first. I don’t want to get sand all over my flaps.”

“Yeah, it’s not much fun under the foreskin either,” he agreed.

On the way back to our belongings, we walked past another couple, and I suddenly realised they were the two people we’d disturbed earlier. They were a bit older than us, probably in their mid-thirties, and I couldn’t help noticing that both of them were totally hairless in the genital region, which meant that his dick in particular looked most impressive. He caught me looking at him and gave me a conspiratorial smile. Now that we’d made eye contact, I felt I had to say something.

“I’m really sorry we disturbed you back there,” I burbled. “We were looking for a quiet spot ourselves.”

“That’s okay,” he answered. “I guessed that’s what you were doing. Actually, we heard you when we’d finished. You sounded as if you were having a good time.”

“I was trying to be quiet,” I admitted, “but it’s hard sometimes when I get carried away. At least with the dunes, you get a bit of privacy.”

“Do you come here often?” asked Rory.

“Oh, several times a week,” replied the woman. “You see, we’ve got a house near here, and this is definitely our favourite part of the coast.”

“You’re so lucky,” I said, “Rory’s parents have got part shares in a cottage over by Stiffkey, and they’ve let us use it for a few days. I had no idea about this place, but he did – and his mum and dad, apparently! I’m Annie, by the way.”

The woman smiled. “I’m Susie, and this is my husband, John. It’s lovely to meet you. And I’m glad you knew the rules about using the dunes for sex. The regulars all know, but you sometimes get visitors who think because it’s usually pretty quiet they can go all the way right here on the beach, which some people don’t like.”

John nodded. “Yes, it used to get a bit wild at one time,” he said. “In fact, it almost got closed down once. People really were going too far, having sex right here on the beach in front of everyone, and taking pictures of other couples, treating it like a dogging site. Someone complained to the police, which was fair enough. But the local naturist group worked with the police and the council to draw up some guidelines, and now people have learned to be more discreet. If anyone started going too far on the open beach, someone would point them towards the dunes. It seems to work fine.”

“I wish there was somewhere like that in Brighton,” I admitted. “I know it’s bad, but I do get so horny when I’m naked.”

Susie smiled. “I know, me too. I love having sex down here.” She glanced at her husband. “For a while, we were members of an online swingers’ group based locally. There was a Whatsapp group, for couples only, and if you fancied going to the beach and maybe ending up in the dunes, people would agree a date and time. We met with several couples that way, and if we clicked, we’d swap partners and go for a quick fuck in the dunes.”

“In pairs, or all together?” asked Rory.

“It depended. I used to like to watch Susie getting fucked,” said John.

“You did, didn’t you?” smiled Susie. “You’d get so turned on seeing me with another guy’s cock in my pussy.”

“That’s kind of hot,” said Rory, glancing at me to see how I was taking the way this conversation was going. I could see his dick was starting to get hard again, and he couldn’t help looking at Susie’s big bare tits. I knew what was going through his mind; he was wondering what it would be like to fuck her.  And I began to wonder the same about John.

There was a bit of a pregnant silence, until John broke it.

“Look,” he said, “Do you want to come back to our place? Unless I’ve read this really wrong, you’d be up for a bit of fun. It’s not far; you can follow us in your car. And it’s a lot more private than the dunes.”

 “What do you think, Annie? Should we?” asked Rory. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he wanted to go.

And so did I. I squeezed his hand.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, we would.”

***

We’d hardly got in the door of their cottage before John had his arms around me and was nuzzling into my neck, his hands finding their way down to my bum. I’d just slipped my sundress on for the walk back to the car, with nothing underneath, as he’d certainly noticed. He pulled the back of the dress up until I felt his warm fingers on my bare cheeks, massaging and squeezing them.

“Come on, sweetheart,” said his wife, “let’s all go to the front room. We can get down to business there.”

There were a couple of sofas in the cosy room, and John pulled me down onto one of them, while I saw Rory begin to play with Susie’s big unsupported boobs. She quickly took off her top, giving him full access, and they rolled together onto the other sofa.

Meanwhile, John had undressed completely, and I followed suit, unzipping my sundress and letting it drop to the floor. His dick was getting hard, and as we sat down side by side on our sofa I reached down and took it in my hand.  As I rubbed it, it began to grow even larger.

“I love how smooth you are,” I murmured, bending over and licking down his shaft. Even his ball-sack was totally hairless, and I carefully took it in my mouth and sucked gently on the delicate twin balls.

“Oh fuck almighty,” he moaned, as I let his sack flop out of my mouth and began to lick up the shaft again. I put the whole of his smooth head into my mouth and licked around the sensitive rim. I felt a little squirt of pre-cum spurt out and savoured its salty flavour.

He began to play with my little tits as I took more of his dick into my mouth. His fingers manipulated my nipples, which quickly became hard as pebbles. Breathing through my nose, I swallowed the whole of his rod, overcoming my gag reflex to let the tip slide down into my throat. It was nice to deep-throat someone without the distraction of pubic hairs tickling my nose.

I heard a gasp of pleasure from the other sofa and looked over to see Rory’s head buried between Susie’s thighs as he licked at her pussy, his bare arse stuck up in the air. I knew what a good cunnilinguist he was and could imagine just how much pleasure she’d be getting. She was playing with her own nipples and letting out a series of satisfied moans.

John was clearly enjoying the workout I was giving to his dick, but I was even more pleased when he pulled it out and pushed me onto my back, easing my legs apart as he did so.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said, and began to lick up the inside of my thigh, teasing me with his tongue.

“Oh fuck yes, lick me,” I replied, wriggling my bottom into the cushions. Teasingly, he licked around my pussy before sucking my labia into his mouth and massaging them with his lips. Then he spread my lips wide apart with his fingers, exposing every fold of my pink moist inner lips around the tight little hole. His tongue flicked around the soft petals before slipping inside me. I squealed with delight as his tongue tickled my squishy inner walls.

He came up for air and smiled at me from between my legs, his face smeared with my sticky juices. Then he went down again, this time going for my clitoris, sucking gently on it to draw it out from its folds of skin, then flicking his tongue back and forth across the hard little bud.

I was already deliciously aroused, and the action of his tongue on my clit was all it took to push me over the edge. My whole body tensed as my orgasm exploded inside me, and I let out an almighty shriek of pleasure as I came, my body shaking uncontrollably. For a few moments I could hardly breathe, but I barely had time to recover before I felt John’s hard dick at the entrance to my pussy.

“Yes, fuck me,” I gasped, and sighed as he pushed straight in as far as he could. Then he began to hump me, pulling almost all the way out each time before thrusting back in with a delightful squelch.

I let him fuck me like this for a few minutes, then I made him slip out for a moment while I pushed him onto his back and lowered myself onto him again, riding him in the classic cowgirl position. He played with my little tits as I bounced up and down, my juices running out all over the sofa, which was fortunately covered with a throw rug, no doubt as protection against just this sort of thing.

I could now see that Rory was fucking Susie too, though she had her face buried in the cushions and her bum in the air while he screwed her from behind, his dick banging right up to his balls with each thrust. It felt odd but very exciting to watch my boyfriend’s dick buried in another woman’s pussy, especially while I was bouncing up and down on her own husband’s rod.

From the noises he was making, I could tell that John wasn’t far from coming himself. I slipped off him and knelt in front of his sticky dick.

“Wank on my tits,” I ordered, and he took his rod in his hand, pointed it at my little boobs, and rubbed himself until with a cry he ejaculated, great ropes of spunk shooting all over my mounds. Drops of it hung from my hard nipples and dripped onto my tummy as I sat up and kissed him.

At that very moment, I heard Rory cry out, “Ah fuck, I’m coming,” and he buried his dick deep in Susie’s pussy as he filled her with his cum. As he pulled out, his dick coated in a mixture of her pussy juices and his semen, a small white trickle of sticky mess oozed out of her hole.

“Oh sweetie, you’ve left such a mess,” I purred. I went over and licked up the dribble, then spread her lips and put my tongue right inside, lapping at the thick cream-pie that Rory had deposited inside her.

“I want some too,” cried Susie, and pulled me up to kiss me. I looked around and saw that both John and Rory were sitting on the other sofa with their dicks in their hands. Rory was fully hard again, and John wasn’t far off. I winked at them and opened my mouth to let my boyfriend’s cum dribble into Susie’s mouth. Then she turned her own attention to my tits and licked all of her husband’s spunk off them.

“I love a cum cocktail,” she smirked, swirling the sticky mix around in her mouth before swallowing it with glee.

Then suddenly she let out a gasp. “Oh my God,” she giggled.

I looked around and saw that Rory had leant over and started to suck on John’s dick. What’s more, John seemed to be enjoying it. I knew Rory wasn’t averse to a bit of man-on-man action if the opportunity arose, and clearly it just had.

“I love watching another guy suck John’s cock,” said Susie. “He’s normally so straight, but when we started swinging a few of the men used to expect fellatio as part of the deal, so he had to get used to it.”

“Does he take it up the arse?” I asked.

“He will if I make him.”

“That’s cool. But I need some more myself now,” I decided.

I went over and began to suck on Rory’s dick while he carried on fellating John. Then I slipped one of my fingers into Rory’s arse and gave it a little wiggle. This was always my way of letting him know that I was up for a bit of anal, and I hoped he’d get the message.

But he had other ideas.

“I bet John’d like to do it,” he said, “While I fuck you in your cunt. You okay with that, mate? Giving Annie anal?”

The grin on John’s face was all the answer we needed. Rory lay down on his back, while I positioned myself above him and let his dick slip into my sticky pussy. Then John knelt behind us, held onto my hips, and began to press his erection between my arse cheeks into my hole.

“She looks a bit tight,” said Susie. “Hang on and I’ll fetch the lube.”

She went across the room and took a tube of KY jelly out of a drawer. I winced as she squirted a big cold blob around my sphincter, and then spread it around with her finger, letting it slip momentarily into my hole. Then she put some more on her hands and massaged it into John’s dick. He got back into position and eased forward. I felt my anus stretching as his dick-head pressed hard against the tight entrance, but with the aid of the lube I felt him easing his way in, until the rim of his helmet popped in, and the rest of his dick slid after it easily.

I let out a squeal that was 25% pain and 75% pleasure. John paused for a moment.

“You okay?”

“I’m good, go on,” I breathed. He began to slide his dick in and out of my bum, while Rory matched his movements in my vagina. It had been a while since I’d had both holes filled like this, and I’d forgotten how good it was. 

Then to my disappointment, I felt John pull out. I’d assumed he’d want to come in my arse, and I’d been looking forward to it. Then to my surprise, I felt something else fill my hole, colder and harder somehow, and (as it pushed deeper) quite a bit longer too.

“Whoa!” I gasped and looked around. To my surprise and delight, it was Susie, sporting a massive strap-on, which was currently buried to the hilt in my bum.

“Oh fuck yes!” I cried, and in response, she pulled out and rammed back in as hard and far as she could. I saw John wiping his messy dick on a towel, then he came over and I gratefully took it in my mouth and began to suck him vigorously. I’d never before achieved that perfect trio of holes filled, especially with one of them a strap-on, and it was every bit as wonderful as I’d imagined.

After a few enjoyable minutes of this, Susie suggested a change. She made me get on my back on the sofa while John climbed aboard and fucked me in the missionary position, while she pegged him in his arse with the strap-on and I sucked Rory’s dick.

“Do you want to try the strap-on?” asked Susie. I enthusiastically agreed, so we had a short breather while she showed me how to put it on. “Who are you going to use it on first?” she asked.

“You,” I said promptly, and pushed her onto the sofa. She spread her legs and I slipped the appendage straight into her pussy. I’d never worn one before, but now I knew how it felt to ram your big stiffie into a woman. She rubbed at her clit while I banged her, until she orgasmed noisily.

I pulled out but, having got myself strapped up, I was determined to make the most of it.

“Bend over, boys,” I ordered, “I’m going to do you both now.” Rory and John obediently knelt on the floor, leaning on the sofa while I lubed up both my appendage and their arses, then I did them both in turn, a few strokes at a time, sending Susie into fits of laughter.

“Stop giggling and lie down on the sofa,” I ordered, “Give the boys something to do.”

She laid herself down so Rory could play with her tits, which left John nicely positioned to finger her pussy. I almost lost my rhythm as I watched him slide first three fingers into her, then four. She realised what he was doing and began to encourage him.

“Oh yes, that’s it, now all five,” she gasped. “Push harder, deeper, you know it’ll fit.” Curling his hand tightly and giving it a little twist, suddenly he was right inside her up the wrist and began to fist her steadily. Rory leant over and nibbled at her nipples, playing with them roughly, which she clearly enjoyed.

Without having to worry about ejaculating and getting soft, I could probably have kept it up all night. But after a while, I could see the guys’ arseholes getting a bit red, so I thought I’d better stop. John eased his hand out of Susie’s pussy, and we had another short break while I removed the strap-on.  

The guys were both still erect, so Susie and I agreed to have a competition to see who could make their man come first. I thought I could win by deep-throating Rory (it usually made him spurt pretty quickly), but I think John must have been especially turned on by having the strap-on up his arse because he came almost as soon as Susie began to rub his dick. He shot huge amounts of spunk all over her tits, so I allowed Rory to do the same over mine. Then Susie and I took turns to lick the sticky mess off each other’s boobs, and then finally kissed the guys to give them a taste of cum.  

After this, we were all tired, sticky and satisfied, and in need of a good shower to clean ourselves up. There was a big wet room downstairs, big enough for all of us, which I imagined must have been well-used in similar circumstances over the years. We all went in together and soaped each other clean, though I did take the opportunity to make John and Rory crouch on the floor while I peed on them both. Even Susie had to admit that was something they’d not done before, although I could see John was keen to try it again.

Then at last we went through to the kitchen and John made coffee while we sat, still naked, round the table.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting any of that when I woke up this morning,” I said. “And trying a strap-on for the first time was a real treat. I need to get myself one now, don’t I sweetie?” I nudged Rory, and he nodded his agreement with a grin.

“It’s a while since I’ve been fucked in the arse like that too,” said John. “It really only comes out when we’ve got guests.”

“Was that a few years ago, with that couple we’d met before?” mused Susie. “She wore it and gave you a really good rogering. You could hardly sit down the next day.”

“I think so, yes. Why don’t you get the book and we’ll check?”

“You have a book?” I asked, interested, while Susie disappeared upstairs.

“Yes, a sort of diary and photo album combined. If possible, we like to take a picture of all the people we’ve had sessions with. Which reminds me, I do hope you’ll let us take one with you? That was the best we’ve had in a while. Don’t worry; we don’t put them online or anything, just run off a copy for the book. It’s fun to look back and remember all the fun we’ve had.”

Susie came back, thumbing through a surprisingly fat album. After a while, she gave a nod of recognition and handed the book to John.

“That’s them,” she said, “They were a bit older than us, but really wild. And she certainly knew what to do with her tongue.”

She passed the book to Rory and me. We looked at the picture. Then Rory’s mouth fell open.

“Fuck,” he said. “It’s my mum and dad.”

And sure enough, there they were, stark naked, standing with John and Susie in the very room where we’d just had wild and dirty sex.

“Oh my God,” said Susie, “Are you sure? No sorry, of course you are, it’s not like you don’t know your own parents. But wow… That’s … amazing.”

“We met them like you, on the beach,” said John. “I remember they said they had a holiday cottage or something. And we definitely met up two or three times.”

“Gosh, sorry,” said Susie. “But we really had no idea.”

I was a bit worried that Rory might be a bit upset, but fortunately he decided it was hilarious.

“Well, it’s their fault really,” he said between bursts of laughter. “They told Annie all about Holkham Beach. Okay, they probably didn’t think we’d meet you, but they must have been thinking about what they got up to here, especially if they did it more than once.”

“Right,” I said, “It’s photo time. Though you have to promise that if you meet up with Gary and Denise again, you don’t let on, okay?”

“Maybe we’ll keep this one in the special drawer,” said Susie.

I did wonder what else was in the “special drawer” but thought it best not to ask. At least, not until next time.