I met them a bit by chance, in an unforeseen but predictable way, one summer morning that could have been any one and th

I met them a bit by chance, in an unforeseen but predictable way, one summer morning that could have been any one and that in no way differed from others. I don't remember exactly what were the first words we exchanged, trivial for sure, like almost all those shared in the beginning by those who only have a weak connection in common that, however, establishes a kind of current of mutual sympathy between those who, by desire, eventuality or supervening circumstances possess a singular creature. And there I was, with my beast unleashed, panting and overwhelming, unstoppable and uncontrollable... I think I apologized - sometimes it happens, I can't control it -, while he lunged at her, and barely holding him back I think they laughed, or so I figured. We exchanged a knowing look, which is normal in those situations, when your dog assaults another with concupiscent intentions. They told me, in Spanish with a strong German accent, that nothing was happening; We talked for a while while walking the dogs on the beach. At the time when everyone says goodbye to their lovers I was dedicated to walking my dog, any sensible Spaniard would still have several hours of sleep ahead of him, but the years of vacations in hotels infested with community tourists who at 8:00 in the morning plant their towel on the hammocks and collapse them had been a hard school of life. They were Germans, they told me (of course, as I say, no native would be awake at that time on a Saturday in July, or not on the beach, or not sober in any case). I remember that she caught my attention a lot, not because she was especially pretty, but because my internal heart rate monitor has always been inclined towards that type of women. What am I going to do, is see an attractive mature woman and my mind starts to work, or rather to ramble, and I imagine myself with her lying down and I... well, the typical thing when you are thirty years old and have had the best sex of your life with real women and not with posh girls (forgive me for the dicks, I'm sorry). I found them quite nice, and I think they liked me too. They told me that they had just bought a house and that they planned to spend part of the year here on the coast. They were both liberal professionals with a lot of free time. They were spending their first vacation here, although they knew Spain well. Since I am naturally pleasant, I informed them a little about the area (I think I would have a future as a tour guide) and they offered me a coffee. I accepted, because I had the day ahead of me and I have always liked talking to people. We sat on a terrace on the promenade facing the sea, and after the appropriate talk about the life and miracles of our dogs, I learned that Natasha (that's her name) was a painter and Martin (that's his name) an editor. We hit it off right away, because I have always had artistic, or rather literary, interests, and since I have always been a person of the world, I think they were flattered by the fact that I knew Germany and Munich well, where they were from. Because of my job, I have always interacted with people older than me, and since we had quite a few things in common we spent a good time chatting. Sitting there, I could calmly see that Natascha had nice tits under the top she was wearing, she was one of those voluptuous Germans, with rounded and suggestive shapes. She must have been about fifty years old, tall, with medium length dark blonde hair, dark skin tanned by the sun, with that tan so typical of tourists from northern Europe, she was a little plump perhaps, but I imagined that she must have a beautiful ass. Martin must also be in his mid-fifties, judging by his gray hair, but he looked pretty well maintained and no doubt liked to exercise; He was also quite tanned. Now I don't remember if we just said goodbye or gave each other phone numbers, I know that we saw each other walking the dogs in the mornings, that we met sometimes on the beach and we ate together at a beach bar a couple of times. Little by little we became friends, and I got to know a little more about their lives, and they about mine. One day they asked me if I knew any nudist beaches, because they were naturists, and where we were the beaches were more of a family type. I have always liked nudist beaches, so I knew some in the area, so I told them where they could go and which were the most beautiful, dunes, clear waters and secluded coves. I don't know if out of courtesy or because they really liked my company, they invited me to go with them, and although I initially refused (rules of courtesy, although I really wanted to, and just thinking about seeing Natascha naked made me sick), as they insisted, I accepted. Consequently, they agreed to pick me up with their car. Martin drove towards the beach while I acted as co-pilot and Natascha followed behind. It is possible that during the trip Natascha asked me if I had a girlfriend, or maybe she did it another day, in any case I told them no and it seemed to me that a knowing look passed between the two of us, or maybe it was my imagination because of how embarrassing it was. We disembarked on the beach and, after walking for a while along a sandy track, we arrived at one of my favorite beaches, a little hidden behind a pine forest, full of dunes and quite wild. Martin soon took off his shirt and swimsuit, leaving him completely naked, and Natascha did the same. I remember looking at them both and finding them very attractive. I tried not to be enthralled with Natascha's big tits. They were tremendous, with large, dark nipples like tender chestnuts, with a wide halo, which stood out against her well-tanned tits. I took off my clothes too, concentrating so they wouldn't get hard (thinking about unicorns, cauliflower dishes and things like that), and I think they both looked at me, we looked at each other and made a bundle with the clothes next to the towels. Natascha opened a jar of cream and began to spread it on our backs, she had soft hands, and from the sensation of the sun, the sea breeze and her hands on my back I started to see her on all fours asking me to put it all the way in, a sensation that only lasted the blink of an eye. Next Natascha asked Martin to put cream on her, and while I was trying to look her in the eyes, sitting on the towel, he smeared it on her back. I couldn't help but notice that Martin was almost completely shaved, just like Natascha, and that only made his cock stand out more between his thighs. Natascha asked me if I liked shaving, since I was fairly shaved, and I told her yes, to which she replied that she did it for Martin and that if he wanted he could help me. I turned red, and she noticed it. We spent the whole morning on the beach, and my feverish, sun-dried mind couldn't stop imagining situations—Martin and Natascha fucking, me cumming on Natascha's tits, her sucking me, unicorns, and plates of cauliflower to avoid suffering tremendous erections. We returned to the city and they offered me to go to their house for lunch. They lived in a beautiful chalet next to the sea. We ate in the garden, and between glass of wine and glass of wine the conversation turned to personal relationships, and I told them that I was quite chastened and that at that moment I didn't want to have a girlfriend or anything like that (again, posh girls, never get involved with one). They both joked about the possibility of introducing me to acquaintances of theirs, but of course, they were generally women older than me. Martin asked me if I liked mature women, and I answered yes, and that in fact my best experiences in bed lately had been with mature women. Martin nodded, and also leaned towards the mature ones, but Natascha said that she preferred them young, and we all laughed. Natascha told me that they had several acquaintances in Germany who really liked young boys, and they told me that they both knew more or less the liberal environment. Martin asked me if I had ever been with a partner, and I told him no. And would you like to try it?—Natascha asked. "Yes, but it's not easy to find a suitable partner..." I answered. You see," Natascha continued, "Martin and I like to share a boy from time to time, we are both attracted to young boys, Martin is bisexual and it drives me crazy to have two boys inside me. We both found you very attractive and handsome and, if you feel like it, we can make you enjoy yourself like never before in your life. The truth is that I'm not bad, I'm quite handsome in appearance, with pretty blue eyes, thin and with soft skin. "Natascha fucks like hell," Martin added, "and as you've seen on the beach, she's tremendously hot, if you like mature women." "Have you ever been with a boy?" Natascha asked. —No, I said. "Sex between three gives a lot more play," Natascha continued, "and one of the things that excites me the most is Martin playing with another boy, rubbing their cocks against each other and doing everything I ask of them. Those who haven't tried sex with another guy don't know what they're missing. Martin is a very good lover, and he has initiated some guys, I am sure that if you want to try you will like it, we can both teach you many things... We will go at your pace, we will fulfill all the fantasies you have. My head was boiling with desire, horniness and excitement, sometimes I had fantasized about having a threesome, and Natascha turned me on a lot... Although I had never been with a boy, it was also a recurring fantasy, and Martin was very good, on the beach I couldn't help but notice his well-turned muscles and his nice cock, under which some beautiful balls hung. As perhaps they noticed I was a little thoughtful, Natascha was quick to add that they would go at my pace, that they would do everything possible to make me feel comfortable and not worry. "We'll teach you, honey, and you'll try pleasures you could never imagine," Natascha said as she unbuttoned her bikini top and showed off her haughty tits. Martin looked at me and asked: Do you like Natascha's tits? I nodded, while Martin slid a hand to her right tit and said, "Come, fondle them." I slowly approached my hand towards Natascha who, taking mine in turn, gently placed it between her breasts, while she leaned her head towards me and whispering in my ear that she would love to feel me inside her, she gave me a deep kiss. Kissing Natascha's erect nipples was a delight, they were hard and dark, but soft to the touch, I spent a while passing my tongue delighting in them while my cock threatened to pierce my pants. Martin suggested that we take a sauna together. That's how we went downstairs and they began to undress again, following the famous Central European practice of mixed saunas, which I don't know why has achieved so little popularity in Spain. They took a shower and Martin told me to take off my swimsuit and get in, which I did, after going through the cold water jet. The sauna was in darkness and the sensation of heat was very pleasant, the cabin was small and the three of us were very close. The heat, the aroma of eucalyptus and the sight of Natascha and her enormous breasts in the fog triggered a disconnection between my mind and my cock, and it began to get bigger and harder, while Natascha looked at me funny, I didn't know where to go (metaphorically, literally I knew very well where I would like to be) and Martin also began to get hard. Natascha looked at us both, Martin looked at me with a sympathetic face and Natascha whispered to me that I wanted to jerk off. Martin nodded and Natascha slowly opened her legs while sitting on the wooden bench in the sauna while she relaxed and told me that she really wanted to watch me masturbate. The sight of her shaved, open and shiny pussy excited me greatly. Martin was also completely hard on, and turning to me he told me to feel comfortable and enjoy the vision of Natascha. —Natascha would love to see how you masturbate, and I would like to see you too, look how hot she is, I think you're going to have to help me eat her pussy later… So suddenly I found myself in a sauna at my German friends' house, with Natascha naked in front of me looking at me and her tits less than a meter away, my cock on fire and horny as hell. Natascha looked at Martin and said - Jerk off, darling, jerk off both of you, please, I want to see how you cum, I got very excited seeing you naked on the beach.