Around the Bend

It had been many years since I had marched in a Nude Day parade, but this year, it was doubling as a celebration of the relaxation of pandemic restrictions, so the special occasion demanded participation. Plus, I was very curious to see if and how folks would maintain physical distancing.

The Nude Day parade was a long established tradition locally. Our town had humble begins, growing up around a small commune established back around the turn of the twentieth century. That community had faded, but the town remained thorough the years, servicing the farms of the area. Then, the commune had been rediscovered by hippies, who attracted a few hundred like-minded souls. Town folk did not mind as long as the hippies kept the 'weirdness' on the commune, and sold marijuana locally at attractive prices.

In 1967- the Summer of Love- the commune had taken over the beachfront where town met lake to celebrate National Nude Day. Once nude, the participants paraded back to the commune without clothing. Town folk had been offended, creating some tension, but did not dare risk their supply of premium weed. The next year, the parade started at the commune and went to the beach, where a party would run into the night, with bonfires and cookouts. A few drunken or stoned souls camped out overnight, in spite of town ordinances banning overnight stays. That had started an annual contest where cops tried to catch violators; violators tried to shock or seduce cops; and great fun was had, knowing that the next day, the magistrate would give anybody a lecture, fine them $25 and send them home. Every year, a few more townspeople were arrested with the hippies. As hippiedom faded, the commune was sparsely populated and the parade now started in the town square, with more townspeople than commune residents participating. With weed becoming decriminalized, the beach became the sight of a big "bake-off" rather than sexual hi-jinks. Most of the attendees were old enough to want to be in bed by 10:00.

I was one of those who straddled town and commune, having been born in early 1968, just nine months after that 1967 bacchanalia on the beach. My Mom wasn't sure, but thought my dad was a townie. Then when I was fifteen, she married my stepdad, a townie- one of the many she had sex with back in her wild youth. Out of curiosity, when DNA testing became popular a few years ago, we had all sent in samples, and were pleased when it turned out that Dad was actually my biological father. By then, Mom had split with Dad and moved back to the commune, where she was in charge of developing new strains for the cash crop, so knowing that Dad was my 'real' Dad was both comforting and uncomfortable. Good thing I was a mature adult with my own place so I did not have to chose between them. Dad was the town magistrate. Even though I was in my forties at the time, he did ask that that I stop flaunting my junk in public. That had ended my active support of National Nude Day.

This year though, Mom was in charge of the parade, and wanted my support. Dad begrudgingly recognized that he could not tell a 52 year old what to do. He just asked me not to get arrested.

At noon, I walked from my house to the square. Mom was there, megaphone in hand and not a stitch on. Her exact age was a mystery, but she claimed she had been eighteen when I was conceived, making her about 70. Her body reflected this. I had grown up on the commune were there was a casual attitude about nudity, so there was nothing sexual to me about seeing Mom naked, but not having seen her nude for some years, the sags and wrinkles were a bit of a shock.

Dad was standing on the courthouse stairs, looking disapproving. His frown seemed to deepen when he saw my naked middle aged paunch hanging down. Luckily, I was not too fat to see my toes, and my cock was big enough not to me lost in my groin.

There was a huge crowd this year, since most people hadn't yet been to the beach, and Mom had arranged vendors to be open for the first time all summer. Buying a wrist band ahead of time allowed you to get food and drinks included without having to worry about bringing cash.

The sight of a handful of yummy mummies showing off their fit twenty-something bodies made my ancient cock stir as we walked the dozen blocks through downtown to the waterfront. By the time we got there, I dashed into the water to try to soften my growing erection.

Being mid-day, I soon craved food and walked up to the sand. Hearing a few too many sad jokes about hot dogs, I decided to have a taco. Big mistake.

"Wanna eat MY taco?" a Latino inflected voice asked from behind me.

I turned and saw Sofia, the town librarian smiling at me. It took a second to register that she was naked, and nubile. At thirty-something, she was in terrific shape, with firm medium sized tits sporting perky brown nipples, a flat tummy, rounded hips and a pussy nestled in just a wisp of hair. Normally, she was dressed very professionally, so this was a shock to take in. I also had not seen her for months, since, though I was a regular library patron, it had been closed due to the pandemic.

"You have something on your chin," she giggled, "and not just drool."

She reached her hand up and one finger rubbed the corner of my mouth. I saw a speck of guacamole on her digit as she brought it to her lips and licked it clean. My eyes then betrayed me by dropping back to those exquisite nipples, which seemed to be stiffening. Sofia just giggled though, instead of screaming 'ew, dirty old man alert' and running off.

"So much for physical distancing," was the stupid response I came up with.

"Well, since we are now a 'bubble', I might as well touch you again," Sofia replied, her hand dropping down and caressing my meat, quickly coaxing it to hardness beyond anything I had experienced in my past mostly celibate decade.

"I started working at the library just after you got divorced," she said as she led me down the beach, using my cock as a handle. "I wondered sometimes whether you came in so often because lonely guys just read a lot, or whether you liked to see me."

"A bit of both," I admitted, "but you seemed so proper, and so much younger than me."

"Yes, it is funny how at twenty, forty seems old, but now that I'm in my thirties, fifty just seems experienced. I'm past wanting to just fuck random young studs who are only interested in their own needs. I need a mature guy who knows how to give. I was just starting to think about undoing an extra button when you check out books when the pandemic started. This is much better."

As we rounded a corner where a rock outcrop separated the beach from a grassy area shaded by trees, I noticed that her ass was also perfect- round and full, but firm looking.

Sofia stopped and turned to face me. I noticed that we were in a cove where only a few ducks might see us. She was a fair bit shorter than me, so she was titling her head back and smiling up at me, one hand still gently holding my erection. Taking the hint, I tipped forward and kissed her.

Her tongue slipped past my lips and teased my teeth before exploring into my cheeks. She stepped closer, the heat of her body warming mine. I felt her nipples brush against my chest as her free hand grabbed my wrist and guided me up to cup a breast. My other hand caressed her lower back before travelling down to grip her ass, confirming that it was indeed a magnificent firmness. The tip of my cock was bumping against her belly.

"Somebody is awake," Sofia chuckled as we broke for air. "But before he gets to be greedy, remember that I asked you to eat me first."

She let go of me and lay backwards on the soft grass. I knew what she desired, but did not want to dive right in like those young studs she disdained. Instead, I lay beside her and nibbled an earlobe as I ran the hairy back of my hand along her body, creating shivers as I touched her nipple, flowed along her ribs, and just teased the pubic hair. I left the hand resting on her thigh, fingers just beside her labia, as I licked behind her ear and kissed my way down her throat, teeth grazing slightly along the way. I noticed she squirmed each time I nibbled her flesh.

"Lower, lover, kiss me lower," Sofia begged.

"Is this low enough?" I teased, kissing the divot at the top of her sternum, then licking along her collarbone.

As I did this, Sofia stroked my body, starting at my shoulder, trailing down my arm, and then exploring my flank, spending a good moment playing with my belly hair. I kissed from the tip of her shoulder down to her chest until my lips reached her left nipple. I flicked that nubbin with my tongue once and then slid my mouth across to he right nipple, which I took between my lips and suckled, drawing it deep, closing my teeth lightly around the base.

"Ouch," she exclaimed, grabbing my hair and guiding my face into the valley of her cleavage. Once there, I started licking all around the inner curves of her tits, until finally kissing down to her navel.

"Lower," she pleaded as my tongue probed that divot.

Her hands grasped my hair and forced my head down her belly. My fingers finally caressed her labia, the swollen lips parting hungrily in response to my touch. Her hips rose up off the ground to meet my mouth as I reached her wetness. I licked all around her gash, lapping up the copious flood of fluids. My tongue travelled up the length of the slit in one motion until I reached her clit.

It felt like an electric current was running through her body right to my tongue as I grasped her hips tightly with my fingers, holding keep her loins flush against my face. I rolled mytongue into a little tube, surrounding her nub from all sides at once.

"N...no...one... has... ever done... THAT before... incredible..." Sofia panted, her hips writhing against my face until her climax subsided.

"I bet you didn't learn that from your wife," she giggled, "or you'd still be married. I was right- older men ARE better lovers."

We lay there in the fresh summer air, the breeze off the lake refreshing our bodies.

We both shifted a bit, so that now her head was in my lap. My eyes closed to block out the bright sun overhead, I felt rather than saw Sofia's warm breath bathing my helmet. The gentle caress of her long hair fell across my thighs, brushing my scrotum.

"Your turn," Sofia announced after catching her breath.

"I do love a nice mouthful of cock," she announced as she pumped my shaft. "You seem to be just the right size."

Sofia's lips were moist and tender as the finally touched just the tip of my cock and then slid slowly over and around the head of my prick. Just the feeling of her mouth almost made me come instantly after the joy of eating her first. I reached down and gently ran my fingers through her hair.

I felt air around my mushroom again as she pulled her mouth off, and then her lips softly kissed the tip of my cock. She began licking along the underside of my head and all the way along my shaft to the root and then up again before taking my cock back into her mouth.

She was not slow or gentle. She quickly gave the tip a tiny nibble and then her warm, wet mouth raced down the length of my shaft, continuing to travel up and down while stroking my balls. Then her fingers encircling my root, only my helmet still in her cheek, stroking up my length in tempo with her sucking.

"Fuck, yes, just like that," I wanted to scream but I caught the words before they left my lips, afraid to attract the attention of the partygoers just around the bend, or to frighten off Sofia by reminding her that we were having sex in public, although she now seemed to be fully committed to her task. I allowed the words to come out in a whisper.

Sofia let out a groan as her lips quivered around my cock. She pulled back and licked the slit on the tip. I revelled in the feeling of those sweet moist lips pleasuring my cock as they bathed it with slow, delicate strokes, Sofia's hungry mouth hungrily sucked on the head, In spite of our earlier kiss, I realized for the first time that her tongue was pierced as the stud rubbed against the tender underside of my helmet. This distraction was probably a good thing, because it slowed my otherwise imminent climax. It was a long time since I had received blow job, and I wasn't sure if I had ever had one this good.

It seemed like she could not get enough of my cock. Sofia began sliding her tongue - now I could tell it definitely was studded - all around the shaft, paying extra attention to my swollen vein. The stimulation of the metal against the vein was new to me. It made my lust burn hotter.

Finally, she pulled her lips off my cock, planting kisses inside my thighs as she stroked my pulsating organ in her fist. She flicked her tongue stud over the slit again. Precum coated her lips as they descended again over the tip of my cock. My hips rose up off the grass, driving my meat past her soft full lips and penetrating into her sweet wet mouth. She groaned as her jaw opened, gasping for breath when my shaft was about half buried inside her hungry throat. I could not stop thrusting, feeling my cock fully engulfed by her wet mouth and throat. Her fingers grasped my scrotum, kneading my roiling balls.

It was a like fucking a tight cunt as Sofia's mouth milked me from root to tip. I felt my balls tighten hard against my groin, a sure sign that I was about to explode. Sofia must have felt it too, the way my cock was pulsating inside her cheeks and throat. I hoped that she liked the taste of gism, and wouldn't gag or sputter, and, especially, that she would not pull her mouth off my cock until I had pumped great gobs of goo into her throat.

Sofia did not disappoint. She bobbed her mouth tight into the nest of my pubes, snaking a finger under my ass, pushing past my sphincter, and caressing my prostate, a sure fire trick which made me blast my seed deep into her throat. She took it like a pro, locking her lips tight around my root as she swallowed the gism down into her belly, filling her up so full that I could feel it as it coated her throat, tonsils and tongue. Despite the massive discharge Sofia did not gag. She kept right on swallowing, her cheeks hollowing around my shaft as the thick, salty liquid exploded down her throat. As my last spasm subsided, she pulled back, licking the remnant off my tip.

She looked up at me grinning.

"You're still hard, want to fuck?"

"No condom...no pockets," I gasped.

"I haven't fucked since my last checkup, how about you?"

"What about birth control?"

"Haven't you heard of The Pill?" Sofia laughed as she shimmied up to straddle my hips, holding my cock upright to better ease her sliding it into her waiting tunnel. It was years since I had come twice in one day. It was over a year since I had sex with someone else in the room. Still, Sofia was the sexiest minx I had ever fucked, so I had to give it the old college try.

"What if somebody hears? Or sees us?"

"I don't care, my cunt needs a good fucking, and why do you worry about fucking when we've already been having sex- someone seeing you fucking me is less likely to be shocked than if they had seen you eating me," Sofia almost shouted as she kissed my nose, her fingertips brushing my cheek. Her hips bounced in my lap, driving my hard shaft deep into her cunt, and then pulling her up until only her swollen labia held my helmet in place, and then she sank again, burying me even deeper within. Sofia was clearly in charge- she had been from the moment she had led me to this cove, if not from the moment she saw me eating that taco.

Sofia's lips found mine, her tongue darted between my teeth, her fingers tore at my hair, preventing any spoken response. My hips rose automatically, humping back against Sofia. Fucking Sofia right there on the grass seemed inevitable, regardless of the consequences. We were both adults, no matter what the age or experience gap. I decided to relax, enjoy the treat, and deal with any fallout later.

I felt the hardness of her nipples against my chest. Despite my recent climax, my cock throbbed with fullness. I understood in that moment that this was more than just some goofy random sex for this woman, that I should show that I also cared, but taking care was the last thing she wanted just then.

Sofia proceeded swiftly, as if we might be afraid that we would only ever have this one first fuck, but that instead of wanting to draw it out to make it last, she wanted to enjoy frantic abandon, the sheer energy drilling the memory into both our brains. First she buried my meat to the hilt. Then she lifted her hips, allowing all but the head to slide free. Again and again, she drove her body up and down.

"You are so warm and so wet. We fit together like a hand in a glove," I whispered.

I slid my hands along her sides, creating enough space to tweak Sofia's nipples.

"When you do that, it is like electrical current runs from my tits to my cunt." she sighed. With each repetition, she increased her pace.

"You fill me up so much," Sofia moaned, throwing her head back, her hair flying wildly as she ground down against my groin, my pulsing meat held deep inside her womb. I could feel her muscles clench, then relax, as if it was Sofia fucking me rather than me fucking her.

Sofia was not a large woman, and I was pleased that she was able to comfortably take my size. She seemed so satisfied, but I knew that she was far from finished. I was glad that she had already swallowed a load of my seed, because otherwise I would not last long before I shot some diminished gobs of goo deep into her belly.

"I've never been so full," Sofia continued, her eyes wild with pleasure as she writhed in my arms slamming against me, fucking me savagely.

I lost all sense of time. I knew it must still be afternoon, the sun still shone brightly in the sky. Soon, the party would start to break up, and somebody was bound to come along and see us fucking on the grass, but Sofia did not seem to care, and I just wanted to please her.

Sofia continued to fuck me hard. I tried nibbling and biting the sides of her neck, hoping that might trigger her climax. I wondered though about how she would feel if he left her with a bright fresh red hickey on either side of her throat. How would she explain that to her cohort? She did not complain, so I continued.

After a few more minutes of vigorous thrusting, Sofia's legs slowed, and she lowered her head onto my shoulder. Her hips were still quietly bumping against my groin, and her abdominal muscles, tight like only serious exercise can create, milked my mighty meat. Sofia continued this quietly until she shouted loudly. I felt the pleasure crashing through her body like a tidal wave, surging and then receding, before surging forward, again, and again.

"Ohmigawd, you ARE a god, feel how you make me cum." she gasped. "Ravish me, fuck me until you can't fuck any more. I can take whatever you can dish out. In fact, I need all you can give me."

I responded by raising my hips up and down faster, each stroke deeper and harder than the prior thrust.

"You need to fill me with your seed," Sofia demanded. "I am such a dirty girl, use me like the slut I am."

I complied as best as I could, twisting her nipples in my fingers as my hips rose higher off the ground, holding Sofia's ass in my hands until, with her suspended almost in mid air, my seed burst from my balls, shooting up my shaft, spurting deep within her tender womb. At the same instant, I slid a finger into her anus. Sofia's fluids gushed out in return, coating my lap. Not that either of us cared about that at the moment. We were so enraptured that the entire town might be watching, and all that mattered was our shared lust.

As soon as I finished that final thrust, my hips sank back to the ground, and Sofia collapsed in my arms, her orgasmic high receding, purring with contentment. I caressed her breasts and her belly, and showered her with kisses. The whole time, my digit was still resting up beyond her sphincter.