MEETING ELLA'S PARENTS

met Ella at my local pub.

It was a Saturday night and there was a local band that was starting to make a name for themselves playing.

They played hard rock in the vein of AC/DC and the place was filling up quickly, even though the band wasn't due to play for an hour.

I was there with my mate Rick as I sidled up to the bar to buy the first round of drinks. As I waited to be served, I glanced across to my right and at a table there were two girls sitting, laughing as they sipped on their cocktails. One was blonde and one was brunette and they were both very attractive, probably a similar age to me that being twenty years old. I was particularly taken by the blonde as she was wearing a tight top that accentuated her very shapely and perfectly sized breasts.

I took our beers back to our table and pointed out the girls to Rick. Not unexpectedly, he gave his nod of approval, but he seemed to only be interested in the game of football playing on the big screen. I watched the game too and before we knew it the band was on stage warming up. The lights dimmed and the band was up and playing. Before long there was a crowd of people on the dance floor, amongst them the two girls that I had noticed earlier. Both were excellent dancers, gyrating wildly to the pulsating music. I was mesmerised by the blonde and I wanted to get nearer so decided to join the thumping masses in the pit. I manoeuvred close to the girls and bopped along with the rest of the crowd.

After a while the band announced they were going for a break and the mob dispersed from the floor. The blonde and her friend remained for a while chatting and I took my opportunity to have a word with them. I offered to buy them a drink and sure enough they said yes. They joined me and Rick at our table and we got on famously. The blonde was Ella, her brunette friend was Fiona and they flatted together only a few streets from the pub. We got up and danced when the band started back and the night passed quickly and soon they were calling for last drinks. Rick at this stage had disappeared so I offered to escort the girls home.

Fiona was decidedly drunk and proceeded to go straight to bed. Ella had an opened bottle of red and she poured us a glass and we sat chatting on the couch as we drank it. Ella was beautiful, funny and intelligent. I could not believe my luck that we had hit it off so well at our first meeting. We finished our drinks and Ella grabbed my hand and dragged me to her bedroom. Soon our clothes were at our feet and our lips locked in a passionate embrace. I held Ella tightly and her firm soft breasts pressed hard against my chest. My rock hard cock pushed into her stomach as we collapsed onto the bed. Ella reached down and clasped her hand around its length and gently and seductively stroked it. The feeling was heavenly as I ran my hand along her thigh and parted her legs, inserting my fingers into her warm moist pussy. Together we fondled each other's love organs. Ella rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. It was a hot night, but our lovemaking only increased the temperature. Ella spread her legs and I expertly drove my long cock into her love tunnel. We kissed zealously as I stroked back and forth and it wasn't long before I came, spurting a load of steaming cum into her. Ella bucked violently from her own climax as I held her tight. It was the best sex that I could remember having and we both lay there panting before we fell into a deep sleep.

Next thing I knew the Sun was pouring through the bedroom window, I looked across to my left and Ella was sleeping still, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically as she breathed shallowly. She looked absolutely beautiful, laying there naked and innocently. I gazed on her magnificent body and was taken by the fact that she had a lovely tan from head to toe. She was a soft golden tone and it was instantly apparent that she was a sunlover and did her sunbathing in the nude. This was terribly exciting as although I am no prude, I have never been to a nude beach or ever nude amongst others, except in the change room after footy. I did not know it at the time, but nudity was to soon play a big part in my life.

Ella and I were soon an item. I was falling in love with her and she with me. We were dating in the true sense of the word, going to dinner at restaurants, seeing movies together and hitting the pub scene. One hot weekend, I suggested we go to the beach.

"Sure," said Ella, "which one?"

"Well, what say we go to Whale Beach. "I replied.

"OK, Whale Beach it is, but next week it will be my choice." said Ella. "Pick me up at 10 and I will bring some lunch and drinks.

Saturday arrived bright and sunny and just after 10, I arrived at Ella's flat. She was wearing a bright yellow sun dress and a floppy white straw hat. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She had the picnic basket ready, so we loaded the car up and off we went.

Half an hour later we were walking down the path to the beach. There was quite a crowd there, unsurprisingly for such a lovely day. We walked north for about 50 metres and found ourselves a spot. We laid out our towels and quick as a wink, Ella lifted her arms and whipped off her sundress. Underneath was possibly the skimpiest bikini that I have ever seen, Ella later told me the brand was Wicked Weasel and their trademark design was creating swimwear using the least amount of material as possible. I certainly wasn't complaining but I could feel a swelling developing below so I fiddled around with my backpack for a while hoping that it would subside.

Any hope of that soon evaporated when Ella handed me the sunblock and asked me to rub it on her back. Despite my discomfort I was never going to pass up this opportunity, so dribbled the lotion on her shoulders and let it run down her back. Dutifully, I rubbed it in, then she turned around and asked me to put some on her chest. Of course, she could have done that herself, but there was no way that I was going to tell her that. I went about my task with relish and soon she was ready to lie in the sun and catch some rays. I lay down beside her and closed my eyes, enjoying the warm sunshine and listening to the waves crash on the shore.

The sun was quite intense, so we decided to head for the water. We dived under the waves before they crashed on the shore. The water was refreshing so I grabbed Ella and pulled her towards me, wrapping my arms around her slim waist. She planted a quick kiss on my lips then pulled away from me. I reached out and pulled her back and we jumped over the approaching wave. We were in chest deep water. Ella reached down and put her hand down my trunks and took a grip on my half-swollen cock. She looked me straight in the eye and gave me a mischievous grin. No one was particularly near us and we were some way from the shore so I did nothing to stop her. She playfully massaged my cock as I held her tight. This was certainly a new experience for me and I was enjoying it immensely, so much so that I soon exploded in her hand. Ella held her grip until the last drop flowed. What fun and no cleaning up. We headed back to our towels, and it was soon time for a bit of lunch.

After lunch it was time for a bit more sunbaking. Ella reached behind her back and undid her bikini top. It dropped to the sand exposing her perfectly formed golden tanned breasts. It was clear that Ella did not wear that top too often as there was not a hint of a tan-line. My mind raced back to that very first morning together when I saw Ella lying naked in bed and noticed that her entire body was as brown as a berry. The bottom of her bikini barely covered any of her anatomy and what I could see was as brown as the rest of her. She lay down on her back, her beautiful breast pointing to the sky. She folded the material of her bikini bottom onto itself reducing what was a tiny covering to start with, to a strip that barely covered her pussy. It was an extremely erotic sight. I looked on admiringly, grateful at least that my own costume afforded me some protection against my stiffening cock. I looked around and could see a number of other women sunbathing topless, but no one attired as skimpily as Ella. I certainly thought that I was the luckiest man on the beach.

All too soon it was time to go home. Reluctantly we packed our stuff and headed back to the car. On the way home Ella said she liked Whale Beach, but next time it was going to be her choice.

The next week at work was a very busy one for both of us. Saturday dawned bright and sunny and another hot day was on the cards. Ella rang and said let's hit the beach, pick me up at 10 again. I arrived at 10 and Ella was preparing our lunch. She had a bottle of champagne and we placed that in the wine cooler along with 2 champagne flutes. Soon the car was loaded, and we were set to go.

"Remember it is my choice today." Ella said.

"Fair enough," I replied "so where we heading to?"

"Cobblers Beach," said Ella, "do you know where that is?"

I replied that I didn't so Ella had to direct me there. It turned out that it wasn't that far away and within half an hour we were parked and walking down a rather steep path towards the beach. We turned a corner and the beach came into view. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. I looked across to Ella and she burst out laughing. I could see a number of people lying on the beach and not one of them had a stitch of clothes on.

"Oh Blake, I forgot to tell you, Cobblers is a nudist beach, "said Ella with a broad grin across her face.

Oh, was all that I could say. I guessed there was no turning back, so nervously I took Ella's hand for reassurance, and we continued to the beach. I didn't know where to look. I tried not to stare, but this was a very new experience for me. The beach was packed, and we struggled to find a spot to lay our towels.

"Here," said Ella as a few square metres of sand presented itself, wedged between the start of the dune and another couple who appeared to be around our age. The female was lying on her back, exposing her rather large breasts, her legs were spread-eagled, her bald pussy and labia a sight to behold. Her partner was lying on his back, his impressive cock lying limply across his groin. I thought my own cock was up there with the best of them, but this bloke left me in the shade.

We squeezed our towels into the available space. Today Ella was wearing a hot pink sundress. She grabbed the bottom of the dress and pulled it up and off. Today, for what was now obvious reasons, she was not wearing any underwear. I took my t-shirt and shorts off but left my swimmers on and sat down on my towel. Ella looked across at me but said nothing. No doubt she could see the panic on my face. She took my hand.

"Its OK Blake, "she reassured "you take your time." I stifled a laugh. I wasn't sure how much time, if ever, that I would summon the courage to take my swimmers off. I looked around in wonder. There were people of all shapes and sizes, all ages and ethnicities. It was a melting pot of humanity. I must admit that I quite enjoyed the views. Everyone seemed rather relaxed, and it seemed so natural to see all these people naked and not giving it a second thought. Ella was up on her elbows looking out to sea. She looked fantastic and I was full of pride for her.

I looked beyond "Mr Big" lying next to me, to another couple enjoying the sun. The male partner lying on his back was sporting an erection. He was not playing with it, and he may well have been asleep. His partner was oblivious to it. Certainly no one else was paying it any attention. On the other side of there were two couples engaged in animated conversation. The were enjoying a drink. The whole scene was very civilised. I began to relax but was not ready to remove my trunks. Ella suggested it was time to crack the bubbly and I couldn't disagree.

"So. What do you think of Cobblers?" asked Ella.

"it's different" was all that I could summon. I was taken aback but not entirely traumatised. It was new to me but I am open-minded and generally up for anything.

"You might want to work on getting rid of your tan-lines," Ella taunted.

"Ha ha,"I laughed. "Maybe after a few more bubblies." I suggested. Ella patted my leg reassuringly.

The second glass of champagne was starting to do the job and I was feeling a lot more relaxed. I braced myself on my elbows and slipped off my trunks. I did have a hard on, but I thought that if I kept my legs up, no one would see it. Realistically, I don't think that anyone would care as I did see one or two already on display. Ella looked across to me with an approving nod.

"Feel better Blake?" she asked. I had to admit that I was still far from comfortable, but at least I had taken the jump into the deep.

"I'm fine thanks Ella." I replied. Unhelpfully, she reached across and gave my hard cock a little tweak. She was loving every minute of my discomfort.

Looking across to the couple to our left, the male was still sporting an erection, but now his partner was gently stroking it. He remained on his back with his eyes closed but I doubted that he was asleep. Surprisingly, their actions were not bringing undue attention and certainly no disapproval. I watched on in amazement. His partner rolled over on top of him and under his weight, I could see his body quiver, no doubt cumming but thankfully we were spared the sight of a fountain of cum, that being covered by his body.

Ella suggested a trip to the water, but I wavered, as I was still sporting a full erection. There was no argument. Ella grabbed my hand and yanked me up. My erection was now on full view, and I looked around nervously. No one seemed to be taking the least bit of notice as we made our way to the water. I was quick to dive in to hide my embarrassment. Ella followed. Cobblers beach is a harbour beach therefore there is no surf to speak of with the water being very still. I quite enjoyed that aspect as it was more relaxing than constantly jumping over waves. Ella swam up to me and threw her arms around my neck. I gave her a passionate kiss on her lips. Ella then wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel her pussy against my still hard cock. She reached down and eased my cock into her steaming cunt. I rocked back and forth slowly anxious that people on the beach were not aware that we were fucking. Having sex in water is a thrilling experience. The feeling of weightlessness makes for a very sensuous experience. I settled into a smooth rhythm. A woman swimming near caste me a knowing smile and I reddened realising that my efforts at deception were in vain. I knew that I was close to cumming, so pulled Ella towards me and stopped pumping and unloaded into her quivering pussy.

We hugged motionless for a few minutes as we came down from our high. My cock softened so was able to make a dignified retreat back to our towels. We sat down and had another glass of champagne. The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully and as the sun was setting in the west, we packed our gear and headed home.

That night Ella got a phone call from her mum. Her mum and dad wanted to meet this new man in their daughter's life. She invited us over for a bbq lunch tomorrow.

Ella put her phone down and had a perplexed look on her face.

"What's up?" I asked.

"That was mum. She wants us to drop over for lunch to morrow so she and dad can meet you," said Ella.

"Well, that is good" I replied, "I would love meet them too."

'OK" said Ella, "but there is something that you need to know. They are nudists and they live a nudist lifestyle 24/7. They have a rule, their house, their rules so they will be nude when we get there."

"Oh. I see, hmmm, that will be interesting. Do we have to be nude too?" I asked.

"No, not if we don't want to, but they certainly will be." said Ella.

"I guess there is not much we can do about that, I have to meet them eventually. I better take a few beers," I joked.

The next day was another hot sunny day. I arrived at Ella's flat just before midday to pick her up. She was dressed and ready for me. When I say dressed, she was wearing a thin cotton sundress with spaghetti straps. She certainly was not wearing a bra.

I was feeling a little overdressed in my shorts and short sleeved cotton candy striped shirt. I gave Ella a kiss and a hug. I was curious to know if she was wearing undies but a quick feel of her bum confirmed that she was dispensing with underwear again today. I said nothing, thinking that she wouldn't necessarily overdress when visiting her nudist parents.

Ella's parents lived in one of the leafier suburbs, with a house on a large block of land with a tennis court and a swimming pool. It must have been a great place for Ella as she was growing up.

Ella's mum, Greta, met us at the door. She was a beautiful woman. Ella told me so and she was not lying. She was only 42 years old and clearly looked after herself. Apparently, she swam every day, even in Winter as the pool was heated. Like Ella, she sported a glowing all over tan. I offered my hand in welcome which she totally ignored and drew me in to a powerful and somewhat extended hug. What a lovely welcome to the family.

"Well Ella, what a charming young man you have met. We have heard a lot about you," said Greta.

I resisted the urge to respond with the tired old cliché "all good I hope." I simply replied, "It's my pleasure to meet you. I've been looking forward to this."

"Come in dear and meet Elliott" Greta said. We went inside. Elliott was out on the patio, naked, getting the bbq organised. As Ella walked through the sliding doors, he stopped what he was doing and turned to meet her, extending his arms inviting a hug. Ella ran to him and threw her arms around his neck and gave him a lovely hug and a kiss on his cheek.

"Hi dad, I've missed you, I've been so busy lately." Said Ella.

"I understand honey. We all have busy lives, I'm just glad that you and Blake could maker it today,' he said as he extended his hand to meet in greetings. His grip was strong and I glanced down to see a very impressive cock. It was flaccid but dangled and wobbled as he shook my hand.

Greta joined us on the patio.

"Anyone for a beer," she asked. There was a unanimous response and soon Greta returned with 4 beers. We sat down on the comfortable deck chairs in the shade out of the blazing sun. The usual small talk followed as Ella's parents gave me the friendly third degree. I felt an instant bond with Ella's charming parents.

With the first beer finished, Elliott called for a second as he got the bbq under way. Greta went to the kitchen and returned with the meat. She stood next to Elliott as he placed the steaks on the grill. Greta playfully placed her hand on Elliott's bum and gave it a loving rub. Elliott reached across and gave her as kiss on her cheek. It was wonderful to see such a loving couple. Ella also looked on admiringly, clearly, she loved her parents dearly.

Greta stayed and draped her arm over Elliott's shoulder. Elliott was standing side on to me, and I could see that he was enjoying the attention from his wife as his cock started to slowly stiffen. He made no effort to hide it from view of both myself and Ella. Soon it had grown to a full impressive length. He continued cooking and drinking his beer.

He turned towards Ella and I and said, "I'm busting for a wee, Blake can you keep an eye on the meat for a sec?" He then strode off to the toilet, his stiff cock rising and falling with every step. I looked over to Ella who just shrugged her shoulders, clearly indicating that seeing her dad walking around with a hard on was nothing out of the ordinary.

I joined Greta at the bbq and turned the steaks with the tongs. Greta put her arm around my waist and told me that she was so pleased that Ella had met a nice boy. I assured Greta that I was indeed the lucky one and that Ella had made me happier than I had ever been. This earned me a big squeeze and I must admit that I enjoyed feeling Greta's firm breast pushed hard against me.

Elliott returned from the toilet and his hard on had barely subsided. He took over cooking duties as Greta went to the kitchen and returned with the salad and bread rolls while Ella opened a nice bottle of red.

We sat down to eat and drink, and the conversation flowed freely and with much frivolity. The first bottle disappeared so Ella went back for a second. With lunch finished, we retired to the comfort of the air-conditioned lounge room. Greta and Elliott sat on one lounge and Ella and I sat opposite them on another. Six months ago, Elliott and Greta holidayed in the south of France at a place called Cap d'Agde. I had never heard of it, but I was soon to learn that it was a swinger's paradise. Greta regaled us with stories of unbridled sexual behaviour that went on between the packed throngs on the beach. Ella had no doubt heard of their exploits and did not appear the least bit shocked.

The stories seemed to bring back fond memories for Elliott as his cock grew to full length. Greta reached across and stroked it gently.

"Remember how you sucked my cock in front of that group of 3 couples Greta" asked Elliott.

"I sure do, it was the sexiest thing we did on the whole holiday" recalled Greta. With that, she leaned over and took Elliott's massive cock into her mouth. I sat there with my mouth wide open, not quite sure that I was seeing what was going on before my eyes. I glanced across to Ella who was watching intently, clearly enjoying the show. Greta's head bobbed rhymically as she took Elliott's cock fully into her mouth, right up to his balls. Elliott closed his eyes, relishing the attention.

After a minute, Elliott lifted Greta's head from his cock. "Sorry Blake, how rude of us, I'm sure you don't want to see this. Come on honey, let's go upstairs." With that they skipped out of the room and up to their bedroom.

I looked across to Ella. I was in a state of shock and didn't know what to say.

Ella broke the ice. "That's mum and dad for you, no social filters."

I burst out laughing at Ella's massive understatement. She leaned into me and planted a kiss firmly on my lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues darted in and out. I was extremely turned on by what I had seen, and Ella seemed to be as well. She quickly and easily whipped her sundress off, exposing her gorgeous naked body. She helped me take off my shirt then unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and released my throbbing cock. She latched onto it with her sweet mouth and sucked with all her might. I sat back and held her head down, encouraging her to continue. Her oral skills are supreme, and I took deep breaths, enjoying every moment of it.

It was time for me to pleasure Ella, so I threw her on her back and spread he legs wide, burying my face in her sweet smelling and tasty cunt. My tongue flicked her labia and her clit and she writhed under the attention. Her juiced started flowing freely and I lapped them up. My face was drenched, so I came up for breath. Ella took my face in her hands and licked her love juices off my cheeks. I eased Ella down onto the floor and parted her legs again and it was an easy job to enter her soaking cunt. I stroked firmly, pulling out to my full length, teasing her clit before thrusting deeply again into her love tunnel. The passion was rising and Ella's chest was heaving with the exertion.

I was in another world and did not notice that Elliott had come down from the bedroom and was standing at the bottom of the stairs watching as I passionately fucked his daughter.

"Hello dad" said Ella, not missing a beat. "I didn't see you come down."

"I was just going to get your mum and I a drink and thought I'd watch for a bit. Very nice I must say."

With that he went to the kitchen and was soon heading back upstairs with a couple of beers.

I was so turned on by these turn of events and I could feel an orgasm building deep in my balls. Ella's breathe was quickening and I could sense that she was about to cum. I increased my stroking and soon I dumped a hot steaming load deep into Ella's cunt. She held me tight as she shuddered with excitement. We lay there locked together as we came down from our high.

"Beer?" said Ella. "Yes please" I replied. We took our beers out to the patio and sat there quietly reflecting on what had just transpired. Soon Greta and Elliott joined us for another drink and as it was getting late Ella and I decided it was time to go. We got dressed and said our goodbyes.

There was not a lot of chat on the way home, but when we arrived back at Ella's flat, we cracked another bottle of wine and Ella opened up about her unusual upbringing.

I was rather pleased that I had become a part of this amazing family feeling that there was going to be many fun times to come.

t had been a tough week at work and Friday could not have arrived any sooner.

I had booked a restaurant near Ella's flat and had arranged to pick her up at 7pm. We had only spoken on the phone since the events of the previous weekend, so I was champing at the bit to hold her in my arms and look into her beautiful, sparkling blue eyes.

As anxious as I was to see her, I was unprepared for the sight that befell me when she opened her flat door. What a vision of beauty! Ella was wearing a soft pink dress, with a moderately plunging neckline that exposed a titillating hint of her braless bosom. The dress was short, but not extreme, ending just above her knees. The dress clung tightly to her hourglass figure. She was wearing high heels that accentuated her height. She certainly wasn't short, at about 5 foot 9, but with her heels she matched my 6-foot stature.

"Oh Blake, I've missed you," Ella enthused, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and planting a lingering kiss on my lips. I held her tightly by the hips and the mere touch of her body sent a shiver through my spine.

Gently, I let her go.

"I've missed you too Ella, I haven't stopped thinking about you all week," I replied.

Our eyes met and we stood silently for just a few seconds.

"I'll get my bag, I'm starving," she chuckled.

It was a lovely warm evening, so we strolled the short distance to the restaurant. It was a charming Italian one, having an alfresco dining area, with tables adorned with crisp white cloths, set under a trellis covered in creeping wisteria, its exquisite scent enveloping us. Our attentive waiter, who introduced himself as Guido, brought us a cocktail to start the evening. I was in no doubt that he considered he had landed the prize table as he flirted with Ella, in that typical Italian fashion, yet was able to inflate my manhood, being the partner of such a "belladonna".

The food was fantastic, the wine superb, the ambience outstanding and the evening passed in a blur as we chatted easily, catching up on our week just gone. Eventually it was time to say ciao to Guido who escorted us to the door, no doubt gratefully for his well-deserved tip.

Soon, we were back inside Ella's flat and with the door closed behind us, our passion exploded as we threw our arms around each other, and our lips locked in a passionate embrace. I ran my hands up and down her slender body, her perfume was intoxicating, her breath sweet. Her firm breasts pressed hard against my chest and with my hands on her bottom, I pulled her firmly into my groin. She would have felt my engorged cock straining against my pants, eager to be released.

Locked in our embrace we stumbled to Ella's bedroom. I grabbed the bottom of her dress and whipped it over her head. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra, but to my not complete surprise, she had dispensed with the need to wear undies too. Ella undid my belt and unzipped my pants, freeing my stiff cock. Immediately it was in her warm, wet mouth as she sucked determinedly, cupping my balls and squeezing them gently. I held the back of her head, encouraging her to keep up her delicious tongue lashing.

Gently, I lifted her onto her bed, laying her on her back. As she continued to suck my cock, I parted her legs exposing her gorgeous bald pussy. My tongue found its way to that glorious love hole, and I licked up and down on her swollen labia, pausing at her clit and taking it into my mouth. As I sucked, I could sense it swell. Locked hard on her love bud, I rubbed her pussy, with one, then a second finger inserted into her wet, steamy pussy. Back and forth my fingers worked and with every movement Ella became wetter and wetter. The sensuousness of that feeling was intense, as I knew that she was close to a spurting orgasm, and I was desperate to have her love juices explode over my face.

Ella rolled me onto my back and sat up on my face, my fingers still firmly inside her pussy. Her hands were on my chest, supporting herself as she finally reached her shuddering orgasm. She moaned loudly, her chest heaving as her orgasm enveloped her, her cum gushing over my face. I was determined to savour every last drop, but I was overwhelmed with the sheer volume spurting forth.

Ella rolled off me, laying on her back, her body pulsating, her chest heaving. I looked on in awe that she could experience such unbridled passion. I let her savour the moment, but I knew that she wanted my hard cock up her as much as I did. My prick slid effortlessly into her magnificent moist, warm love tunnel. Once inside, she gripped my cock with her vaginal muscles and I have never experienced such an intense feeling as I stroked back and forth, my cock held in her firm clasp.

I slowed the pace of my thrusting in an attempt to prolong the pleasure for the both of us. I looked down to see my cock thrusting in and out of Ella's pussy. I pulled out momentarily and rubbed the tip of my cock against Ella's clit. She moaned soflty. I ran the length of my manhood up and down, but I sensed that I was close to cumming, and I wanted to flood my load into Ella's cunt. I manoeuvred back inside her and pumped hard as my own orgasm grew. My body tingled as I exploded, and my own torrent of love juices filled her shuddering pussy. I collapsed onto her chest, and we lay together, breathless, our bodies entwined and sweating. I did not want to let Ella go. I knew that I had fallen hopelessly in love with her.

The next thing I knew, the sun was streaming through the bedroom window. I could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Immediately, I realised it was Ella and her flatmate Fiona talking. Fiona had been out when I arrived last evening, and I certainly didn't hear her arrive home. I needed to go to the toilet, so I searched for my pants on the ground and put them on.

I was unprepared for what I saw as I entered the kitchen. There was Ella and Fiona, sitting at the table, drinking coffee, both totally naked. Ella, I knew to be a confirmed nudist, but I had no idea that Fiona shared the same interest.

"Hello Fiona," I managed to splutter out. "Nice to see you again." I had not seen Fiona since that first night that we all met at the pub. I instantly regretted my wording, as "seeing her again" could imply that I was perversely happy to see her naked, which as it happened, of course I was.

"Hello Blake, good to see you too. How was last night?" Fiona replied.

I presumed she meant dinner, so I told her what a fabulous meal we had then excused myself as I was desperate to use the toilet.

Once in the safety of the bathroom, I composed myself. I reminded myself that I had to be mature and not make a big deal of seeing Fiona naked. This was going to take some control, because there was no denying that Fiona was very attractive with a stunning body. But I only had thoughts for Ella, so after relieving myself I strolled nonchalantly back to the kitchen.

"Would you like a coffee, Blake?" Fiona offered.

I did and replied yes please. Fiona got up and went to the coffee machine as I sat down next to Ella and took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. Ella smiled back at me.

"Sorry Blake, I forgot to tell you that Fiona is a nudist too. She wasn't when she moved in with me, but she soon got used to me walking around naked so thought what the heck and gave it a try and hasn't looked back, eh Fiona, "Ella said looking in Fiona's direction.

"That's about it," Fiona replied "I must admit that I love the freedom. It's good that we can hang naked at home and when we go to the beach and all that."

"Ahhh, so you go to Cobblers together?" I recalled the nude beach Ella took me to last week.

"Yep, we do occasionally when we have nothing on," said Ella and we all laughed at the intended pun.

Ella's phone rang. It was her mum, and she went to her room to take the call.

I sat chatting with Fiona, but not for long as she worked Saturday and had to go get ready. She pushed away from the table and walked towards the bathroom. No human could resist the opportunity to watch as she sashayed away, her taunt body was certainly a sight to behold.

"Mum and dad are going to Cobblers this afternoon, but not until about 3 o'clock. They asked if we would like to join them," advised Ella when she returned.

"Fine with me. The time is right as I thought you would help me with a bit of clothes shopping this morning." I replied.

"Sounds good to me," gushed Ella as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. "And what are you doing with those pants on? You know now that this is a naked household, no need for them here." With that, I stood up and whipped them off.

"Much better!" Ella cried.

Our coffees finished; we went to the sink to wash up the cups. As I washed them, Ella stood beside me and playfully rubbed my cock. With wet hands I was pretty defenceless, not that I minded. Her touch was delightful and naturally, my cock rose to the occasion. She fiddled with it as I finished washing up.

At that moment, Fiona came out of the bathroom after her shower. She looked across to us.

"Nice cock, Blake," she chuckled and walked on.

I'm pretty sure that I blushed but all Ella and Fiona could do was burst out in fits of laughter.

Our shopping expedition was successful. I needed some shirts for work. I envied those who could now work from home as I know that if I could, I would certainly work in the nude.

It was fast approaching 3pm so Ella and I got ready for the beach. It didn't take long. Ella was wearing a very light, almost transparent sundress. When shopping, I picked up a t-shirt and a pair of throw on shorts to wear to the beach. Of course, Ella insisted that I don't wear any underwear. We packed the cooler with a few drinks then off we went.

By 3 pm, the beach was starting to thin out. It was easy to spot Greta and Elliott who Ella advised had taken their blue and white striped umbrella. There was plenty of space for us. Both Greta and Elliott got up to greet us as they saw us arrive, Ella and I getting a hug from Greta and Elliott giving Ella a hug and me, a manly handshake.

"Glad you kids could make it," enthused Greta, "it's just a gorgeous day, isn't it?"

"Not wrong," I truthfully replied.

We set our towels down and quickly disrobed. Ella placed her towel next to her dad and I was next to Ella.

We sat silently, enjoying the view. There were a few boats moored just off the beach. To our right there was a couple, possibly in their 50s, further up the beach there were more couples, and a number of single men, even a single female. To our left there were a few more couples and a sprinkling of single men.

"Beer time," Elliott said and reached into his cooler and pulled out a beer for himself and a rum and coke for Greta. We had bought beer and cider, so we got out one of each. It was delightful sitting naked, watching the passing parade, drinking beer as the sun was lowering in the sky. The water beckoned, as it was still quite warm, so we all ventured in. There was no doubt that Ella and Greta were thinking on the same wavelength. Under the cover of the water, Ella reached for my cock and gently massaged it. Looking over to Greta, it was evident that her hands being under water, she had a similar intent. It felt very erotic, knowing that the girls were playing with our cocks, with the unsuspecting other nudists on the beach being oblivious to their actions. Or were they?

Having cooled off, Greta and Elliott headed back to the beach. Elliott was still sporting an erection and made no attempt to hide it. Ella had stopped playing with my cock and I was somewhat relieved that I could exist the water without a boner.

We got back to our towels and dried off. Elliott was laying on his back sitting up on his haunches, looking out to sea, his erection proudly on display. Ella who was sitting next to him, reached into her beach bag and pulled out the sunblock.

"Dad, there is still some bite in that sun, you don't want to burn," she declared.

With that, she dribbled the sunblock onto his chest, which rolled down his stomach and onto his groin.

Ella started at his chest and rubbed the lotion in. She worked her way down, eventually arriving at his still hard cock. Slowly she massaged the sunblock in, lingering more than seemed necessary. Greta looked on admiringly. I looked on, somewhat taken aback, but not entirely shocked, having witnessed the family together last weekend. It was certainly erotic, and my cock soon stiffened as a result. I looked around to see if we were creating a scene. The beach had thinned out even further and there were fewer people around than when we arrived. A couple, just up from us were watching the proceedings. The husband was playing with his wife's tits and his cock was hard as well. A little further up, a single male was playing with his cock.

Greta looked across and saw my hard on.

"Blake, you could burn too," she stated without a lot of conviction.

She got up and took the sunblock from Ella and moved next to me. At least Ella, with fake concern or not, applied the sunblock to all of her dad, but Greta, seemed to think that only my cock was in danger of burning. She oozed a liberal amount into her hand and rubbed it straight onto my cock. It felt so good, as I lay there enjoying the attention.

Soon, though, Greta decided the job was done. She went back to her towel and picked it up and moved it about two metres from us. She lay on her back and spread her legs. The single man, who was playing with his cock walked towards us. He stood in front of Greta, looking directly at her exposed pussy.

Elliott stood up, his erection still on display. He motioned to me to stand up, which I did. We walked over to Greta.

"Blake, there is nothing that Greta likes better than for men to cum on her tits. You would do that for her wouldn't you? asked Elliott.

I felt that there was only one response to this and the thought certainly excited me. I looked across to Ella and she gave me an encouraging nod.

The husband near us, got to his feet and walked towards Greta. The single male moved closer. Elliott and I stood either side of Greta. Soon the four of us were surrounding her and we had our hands firmly gripping our hard cocks as we wanked away, ready to cover Greta with our cum.

I looked around. The beach was quite deserted. There was another couple further up watching the action intently. There was also another single male who stood some distance away but was nevertheless stroking his cock.

The four of us stood there pumping away at our hard ons. The sensation was highly erotic, and I didn't think that I would last too long. In fact, I was the first to cum and I shot a long, thick stream of semen right onto Greta's waiting breasts. She had her mouth open, hoping to catch any wayward drops. In quick succession the others came, with Elliott the last to do so. He kneeled down and got closer to her mouth and sprayed his cum all over her face. She lapped it up voraciously.

Greta motioned to the single guy, still standing above her.

"Aren't you going to rub it in?" she inquired.

He needed no further encouragement. He knelt down beside her and enthusiastically rubbed the copious spunk into her ample bosom. All the while she was fingering her pussy. She was close to her own orgasm and soon, she let out a gentle moan as her back arched and a shuddering climax ripped through her body. We watched on in awe.

Shortly, the other two men drifted away, appreciative of the show that they were afforded. Elliott and I returned to our towels.

The sun was setting, but Elliott thought we should have one for the road, a drink that is.

We sat sipping our drinks as the remaining beachgoers packed and left. As the sun set, we finished our drinks, dressed, and headed back to our cars. It was certainly an eventful afternoon which we all enjoyed immensely. We kissed and hugged and went our own way.

I had to pinch myself that I had met this incredible family. Their open acceptance of their sexuality was as refreshing as it was exciting. Ella was the most beautiful caring girl that I had ever met, and I couldn't wait to spend more time with Elliott and Greta.

It was a pleasant drive home, filled with the thoughts of the afternoon and who knows what may lie ahead. was pretty hungry as we pulled up at Ella's flat after our day at the beach.

Ella had suggested that we get some Uber Eats delivered as she didn't feel like cooking.

The Sun had set, but it was still quite warm and I was keen to get inside and get naked.

As we entered the flat, the first thing that we saw was Fiona, sitting naked on the couch, a glass of white wine in her hand.

"How was the beach, you guys?" she inquired.

"It was fantastic," Ella truthfully responded. "Shame you couldn't make it, maybe next time eh."

"For sure, always love a day at the beach with you and the folk, "Fiona replied with a knowing grin.

"Make yourself comfortable, I just cracked a bottle of wine, it's in the fridge."

Making ourselves comfortable was clearly on both our minds as we both took off what little clothes we were wearing. I got out two more glasses and poured Ella and myself a drink and topped up Fiona's glass.

Fiona was sitting on the single lounge chair, her feet up on the ottoman, her legs nicely spread, catching the breeze from the fan positioned opposite her. As I was sitting facing her, I was enjoying the view in front of me.

The topic soon came around to the day on the beach and Greta's episode with the men cumming on her chest. This was clearly no surprise to Fiona, who, I discovered often went to the beach with Ella and her parents and had witnessed all manner of sexual activity there with them. It also evolved, that Fiona herself was rather fond of men wanking themselves and cumming on her tits too.

"So Blake, bet you didn't think that you were going to get to know Ella's parents so well, so soon," Fiona suggested.

"I certainly didn't," I replied "but I'm not complaining. It was the best fun I've ever had on the beach." At this stage, I was sitting, unconcernedly sporting a full hard on. I had quickly come to the realisation that Fiona had no problem with that and Ella could not have cared less.

"Yeah, shame I wasn't there, Blake could have cum om my boobs too, couldn't he Ella." Fiona enthused.

"Ha ha, well if he had any left, after losing his load in the water then on mum," laughed Ella.

"Maybe he has built up some by now, come here Blake and let's find out." Fiona motioned for me to stand beside her. I got up and went to her side. She grabbed my stiff cock and began to rub its length. She worked it slowly and deliberately with long sensuous strokes. Fiona pulled me closer and next thing I knew my cock was in her mouth. Greedily, she sucked it for all she was worth, skilfully taking it deep in her throat up to my balls. Back and forth she tongue lashed my engorged cock.

I looked down and Ella had left her seat and moved in front of Fiona, spreading her legs even further apart. Her fingers were gently caressing Fiona's pussy lips, massaging her swollen labia. First, one finger, then another entered her steaming cunt. I could sense Fiona twitching with pleasure, her cock sucking concentration waning momentarily as the distraction from below increased. Her breath was shortening as her pleasure mounted.

I could feel an orgasm coming on, so I drew my cock out of Fiona's warm, moist mouth and readied myself to cum on her tits. I surprised my self by dropping a decent stream of jizz onto her ample bosom. Mindful of Greta's desires earlier in the day, I started to work the sticky white semen into her tits. They were soft and warm and as I rubbed her nipples they responded immediately, growing and sticking out impressively.

Ella was now licking Fiona's cunt with great gusto. Her head was bobbing up and down as her tongue licked then sucked on Fiona's swollen labia. You could hear the slurping sound as Fiona's pussy built to her own orgasm.

The scene in front of me was incredibly erotic and my cock was still hard. I moved behind Ella, who was still on the floor kneeling in front of Fiona. Her glorious cunt was right in front of me and I could see that it was dripping with love juices. My hard cock slipped easily into her and I rocked back and forth, feeding my whole length into her as she continued her assault on Fiona's cunt. Ella's hands had reached up and she was flicking Fiona's stiff nipples with her fingers. With my free hands I reached down and cupped Ella's breasts as I fucked her slowly.

"Yes, yes, yes," Fiona cried breathlessly" fuck, I'm cumming. Oh yes, I'm cumming."

Ella increased the tempo of her sucking. A great shudder built in Fiona's pussy and she shook uncontrollably, a massive flood of cum exploded on Ella's face, which she drank greedily. Fiona collapsed back in her chair, her eyes closed, her chest heaving.

Ella was still on all fours and I continued to thrust my cock deep inside her. I could feel the muscles of her vagina contracting and knew that her own orgasm was close. My cock was probing with the greatest of ease, Ella's pussy was awash and the warm moist sensation was bringing me to yet another climax.

"Fuck me Blake, don't stop," Ella implored. There was no fear of that, as my only concern at that very moment was to help Ella to her own glorious ending.

Ella came with a pulsating climax that came in wave after wave. She collapsed on the floor and in turn I fell on her back, my cock shuddering as it experienced yet another pleasurable finale. Never would I have thought that could experience so much sexual activity in one day.

The three of us lay there in silence, relishing the moment. The only sound was the heavy breathing of two very satisfied women and one extremely grateful male.

I knew that I needed a drink, so got up to get another wine.

"Who is for a top up?" I inquired, to a rousing chorus of "yes pleases."

We ordered some food and when it arrived we ate and chatted, but Ella and I were very tired, so having finished a second bottle of wine, it was off to bed and I can assure you that the minute my head hit the pillow, I was sound asleep.

***

I was walking home from work on Thursday evening when my phone rang. It was Ella.

"Hi babe, how was your day?" she breezily inquired.

"Shit, but thanks for asking," I replied honestly. Work had been frantic all week and my boss was in a shitty mood, making life miserable for all around her. Still, only one more day to get through until the weekend.

"Awww, poor baby," Ella replied sympathetically. "I'd come and give you a massage, but I'll be working late here myself. Mum has asked us over for dinner tomorrow, so maybe that will cheer you up."

That certainly would, I thought to myself. I could only imagine what fun lay in store. I really enjoyed being around Greta and Elliott, and of course Ella, so dinner was very appealing.

"For sure, what time does she want us there?" I asked.

"Let's plan for 7, we can have a few pre dinner drinks. So pick me up, say, 6:30?" Ella suggested.

"No worries, see you then." I hung up and my mood had immediately improved. I stopped into the bottle shop and bought a nice bottle of pinot grigio to take on the night. This would surely be the start of a very well deserved fun weekend.

The next day, right on 6:30 I arrived and Ella answered the door, a vision to behold, her long blonde hair in a pony tail, wearing a floral sundress a blaze of colour, with spaghetti straps, and bunched elastic around her bosom. As usual, she was not wearing a bra and I suspect was dispensing with undies. Knowing I could dress casually, I was in tailored shorts and a smart short sleeve shirt, wearing slip on shoes without socks.

Ella grabbed her phone and we were off. I turned the air conditioning in the car up high, as it was a particularly hot night. I suspected that clothes would not be required when were at Ella's parents house, and I was proven to be correct when Greta answered the door naked and Elliott followed her up the hallway naked as well. With nudie hugs out of the way, Ella and I threw our clothes off and we settled down on the lounges for a pre-dinner drink.

Nonchalantly, we chatted about our respective week at work. Seems all of us had had a busy time of it so Friday had us all in the mood to relax and enjoy ourselves.

Dinner was going to be an easy affair. Greta had bought a leg of ham and with a cold barbecued chicken and salad, it was the perfect meal for such a hot night. White wine was the order of the day and before we knew it, two bottles had been emptied and Elliott headed to the cellar for reserves.

With dinner finished, we returned to the lounges to drink our wines.

"Hope you enjoyed the beach last Sunday Blake," Greta asked, finally getting around to the topic that was certainly on my mind.

"Absolutely, Greta," I responded truthfully, "but probably not as much as you." This brought howls of laughter from all. "No wonder that beach is so popular."

"Oh, we love it there," agreed Elliott. "Yes, we are nudists, but no reason why we can't enjoy a streak of exhibitionism at the same time."

"Fine by me, I'm pretty shameless myself and since you seem to know what to do there. I was happy just to go along for the ride. I did feel a bit sorry for you though Ella, as you seemed to miss out a bit." I replied.

"Oh, don't worry about me," Ella declared "I have my share of fun, I was happy to watch. It got me pretty horny and you might recall I got my thrill later that night."

"Oh really honey?" Elliott inquired with genuine enthusiasm.

Ella proceeded to relate that evening's events in graphic detail. This certainly seemed to excite Elliott as his cock began to rise as he listened to Ella's unfolding of the story.

"And remember dad, I did get to rub some sunblock onto your cock, so it wasn't all bad," Ella added with a cheeky grin.

"Oh yes, I remembered that. You are such a considerate daughter, worrying about me burning," Elliott retorted with mock praise.

"You know I love your cock dad; I would hate to see it suffering," Ella replied with great sincerity.

With that she left her seat and sat next to Elliott and playfully stroked his erect manhood. Elliott reached down and parted Ella's legs and gently rubbed her pussy. I watched on in awe, my own cock now standing to attention.

Elliott then rolled Ella over. She now lay on top of her mother's lap, her arse in the sky, presenting her pussy for her father's pleasure. Elliott gently edged two fingers into her moist cunt and palmed her clit pressing firmly against it.

From where I was sitting, I could see him parting her lips and manoeuvring his cock to the entrance of her love hole. Easily it slipped in up to his balls and he set about in a rhythmic motion, pumping in and out, slowly but purposefully. Ella, for her part was grinding back on his cock, ensuring that she got the full length of each stroke.

As I watched, Greta extracted herself from under Ella and made her way over to me. She threw one leg over my lap and gently eased herself onto my awaiting erection. Greta's cunt was soaking and it squelched noisily with every stroke. She raised and lowered herself, her tight pussy muscles gripping my cock. She pulled right back, taking the tip of my cock and rubbed it against her clit. I could see it swelling as she massaged it with the purple glans of my dick. She closed her eyes and savoured every moment of it.

I looked across to Ella and her dad. Ella's legs were now up on Elliott's shoulders and he was raised on his arms, his body making no contact with the lounge and his cock was sliding back and forth into Ella's deep cunt.

"Fuck me daddy, stick your cock up my cunt daddy." Ella moaned. "I love you daddy, I love your cock inside me."

I found this so erotic. Ella and Elliott were truly making love. It was not just sex, but a real expression of their love for each other. It was special, and Greta was encouraging them all the way. Of course, she was free to express her sexuality by enjoying herself with me. There was no jealousy, just a desire to allow their love to be open and without shame or guilt. I doubt that I would ever have been able to understand such a situation without having experienced it first hand with this amazing family.

I could hear Ella's breath quickening and I knew she was close to an orgasm. Yes, yes she cried her voice rising. Elliott was now fucking her furiously, his cock piston-like pumping into her cunt.

Ella's passion erupted; she let out a low primal scream as she achieved her orgasm. Elliott did not stop as there was little doubt that he was about to cum as well. He grabbed Ella's shoulders and collapsed onto her back as he emptied his balls into his daughter's pussy. They lay together, entwined, their bodies heaving in unison. Slowly they came down from their high and their sweaty bodies slowed to a gentle sway, then their movement stopped as they held each other gently.

It was now time for Greta to experience her own climax. Her own thrusting up and down on my hard cock had reached a crescendo and I could feel as if electricity was surging through her body as she stiffened and tensed the muscles in her vagina and milked my cock. Deep in my balls, I felt an orgasm growing and soon I unloaded a stream of hot cum into her pounding cunt. She flung herself across my chest, her cheeks resting on mine. Her face was hot and perspiration ran down her forehead. She flung her arms around my shoulders as she ground on my cock as her climax enveloped her.

Now the four of us were silently savouring the joy of our sexual exertions. Coupled together not wanting the sensuous feeling to end.

I was not prepared for what was to happen next.

Ella, left her lounge and took her mother by the hand, She laid her on the rug at her feet.

"I want to taste Blake's cum in you, mum," she said as she assumed the sixty nine position with her.

"And I want to taste your father in you," said Greta as she parted her daughter's legs and sucked at the white cum streaming from her overflowing pussy.

Together, they lapped up the juices, determined not to miss a drop.

Elliott and I watched on, enthralled by the action in front of our very eyes. Ella's arse was only inches from me as I watched as it swayed back and forth as she ran her tongue up and down her mother's cunt, drawing her labia into her mouth, sucking and licking as they swelled up to her touch.

My cock lay spent, but in all honesty I did not care. I didn't crave any further action; I was satisfied to watch as mother and daughter expressed their love for each other in this most intimate display of affection.

Ella seemed to have had her fill and she left her mother's pussy and she moved up and they became entwined in a passionate embrace, no doubt mingling the love juiced that they had just been relishing. Their tongues darted into each other's mouth, licking, sucking, writhing.

Then, they stopped. They looked lovingly into each other's eyes. Greta returned to sit next to Elliott and Ella came to me, gave me a big hug and sat down beside me.

We sat silently for a minute. There was no need for words to be spoken. The sensation of love in the air was palpable. I felt honoured to be part of this amazing family. Their love was pure and to me totally natural. I looked lovingly into Ella's eyes, they were sparkling like diamonds. I held her tight, as if to say, I want to be part of your life forever, with you and your special family.

"I hope there is some wine left," said Elliott, finally getting up from the lounge," we have certainly earned some."

We all nodded in agreement as another drink would be a perfect end to an extraordinary night.