Yours Is Bigger Than Mine Erotic stories

I was at the nude beach one fall weekday. The sun was warm
but the usual wind was present. Not the stiff wind that
kicks up the sand and makes life unpleasant, but a brisk
breeze, so a little shelter was desirable when lying out.
Thus most of the few present that day were concentrated at
one end of the beach in the shelter of a cliff.

I usually like to go for a walk from one end of the beach
to the other. It’s a nice walk of about a half-mile each
way and I usually don’t mind the breeze as long as I am
walking. There are a few coves along the way that afford
shelter from the breeze if it gets to cold. On a busy
weekend or holiday those who want a little more privacy
than the cliff end of the beach offers occupy these coves
early. The cliff end of the beach is a family area but
these coves are sanctuary for those who enjoy a little sex
in the open air.

Today though, the beach seemed pretty deserted. Since no
friends of mine were at the beach this day I went for a
walk by myself. About a quarter of mile down the beach I
decided to duck into a cove to get some shelter from the
breeze. As I ducked around a rock outcropping I was
surprised to come upon a couple. I think that they startled
me as much as I startled them. They snapped to upright
sitting positions so quickly that I was not sure if they
had been lying down or what. Since I was in an area of the
beach that is frequently the scene of sexual activity, I
was embarrassed to think that I had interrupted the pair.

I said, “Excuse me, I didn’t mean to intrude on you. I was
just ducking out of the wind to warm up for a minute. I
thought this end of the beach was empty today.”

The woman immediately said, “No problem, we’ve been here
for over an hour and you’re the first person to come by. We
just figured that the breeze was keeping everyone at the
other end.”

I laughed and said, “Yeah, not many people here today and
they all seem content to hug the warmth of the cliff. I
just always get restless. It’s sort of nice when the beach
is quiet like this.” I laughed again and said “Except for
strange men popping in on you unexpectedly. I’ll get going
and let you continue.”

She said, “Don’t worry, we’ve been married a long time and
can use a little new conversation. Sit down if you’re not
in a hurry.”

They had a large blanket spread out. They sat at one end of
it leaving ample room for me to sit. I sat down and we
began idle chatter for a bit. I was sitting at their feet
facing them. The woman was sitting cross-legged and the man
had his legs bent up so that his chin rested on his knees.
They were about mid-forties I estimate and not very tan.
The woman had small breasts with dark brown nipples, short
brown hair and dark eyes. She was pretty in a plain sort of
way. She had a thin waist. Her pussy looked like it was
very bushy but her crossed legs concealed it.

The man appeared to be very lean and probably tall. He had
black hair streaked with gray and wore a small mustache.
His arms were wrapped around his knees, his legs drawn
close together.

I sat with my legs outstretched and leaned back on my arms.
We chatted about the beach and the weather and people we
had met at the beach. The conversation soon drifted into
topics with hints of sexual themes.

Then the man straightened his legs out and lay back against
the ice-chest. He spread his legs apart and I couldn’t help
but stare for a moment. His cock had to be 8 or 9 inches
long. It hung down over his balls, the end resting on the
sand. He casually reached down and picked it up and laid it
on his abdomen. It was unclipped and reached all the way to
his belly button.

The woman looked at me and smiled. I knew she had seen my
reaction. With that, she also straightened her legs and
spread them. She watched me as my gaze moved to her. She
rocked her leg back and forth as I unabashedly stared at
her pussy. She had a big swatch of black curly hair at the
top of her pussy, but her cunt lips were cleanly shaved. As
she moved her leg, I watched her pussy lips opening and
closing.

She reached over and lightly rubbed her husbands stomach. I
moved my legs and stretched out, shifting my weight on my
arms. She continued the conversation with me while her
husband was silent. My cock was getting hard and I spread
my legs thinking that maybe she would like to watch it
thicken. She moved her hand down onto her husbands cock.
Her hand was on top of the cock and rolled it around
against his stomach. My prick made its final jump into full
erection. Although it gets as hard as a rock, my cock is
only 6 inches hard. I was almost embarrassed to think that
this woman would be interested when she had that monster in
her hand.

But she was watching, in fact they were both watching my
cock as it swelled into life. She picked up the big hunk of
meat and wrapped her fingers around the base. Her fingers
fit completely around it, so it was not as thick as I had
thought. She held it up and just sort of waved it around.
Her other hand began rubbing her cunt. She now began
talking about how she enjoyed watching a man’s cock get
hard.

My cock was practically bursting. The husband’s cock
however remained semi-rigid. In fact, the way it flopped
back and forth as she played with it, it appeared almost
soft. She put both of her hands around his cock and worked
it up and down. On the down stroke, his foreskin pulled
back to reveal a purple head which she kissed and licked. I
hesitantly moved closer to her. She moved to make room for
me next to her on the blanket.

I cupped her tit in my hand. It was small, a bit saggy but
still a nice fit in the hand. Her nipples however were hard
as small pebbles. She moaned as I rolled her nipple between
my thumb and forefinger. Her husband watched.

She spread her leg further, placing it on top of my leg. I
moved my hand from her tit and began fingering her pussy.
It was very warm and extremely wet. One finger slipped in
easily. A few strokes and I pushed in a second finger, then
a third. She moaned approval while continuing work on the
massive cock. Still it just didn’t get hard.

Her free hand wrapped around my cock. She squeezed it hard,
“Oh baby, our friend is hard as a rock.” She stroked my
cock and rocked her pussy back and forth as my fingers
fucked her.

Her husband told her he wanted to watch her suck my cock.
He moved around so that he had a good view as she proceeded
to tongue my little shaft and balls. She slipped her lips
over the head of my cock and worked the head with her
tongue. Then began sliding my cock in and out of her mouth
with a great sucking action. When I exclaimed ‘I’m going to
cum’, she just kept my cock in her mouth and worked it with
her hand. I came in her mouth and could feel the warm cum
around my cock in her mouth.

She whispered in my ear that she always enjoyed meeting a
man with a hard cock, which I took to mean that her husband
never got hard. Which of course helps assuage my feelings
of regret that I don’t have a bigger cock. We talked for a
while longer, and then they said it was time for them to
go. They said that they only came to the beach a couple of
times a year but if I saw them again to be sure and say
hello. Alas, I have never seen them again.

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