Pornographic Mind

At this point I turned to my right and saw a really strikingly beautiful girl making her way along the beach towards me. She was a brunette with olive skin - she looked Spanish or something - with a curvy figure, wearing a pink bikini and with a towel over her shoulder. I was sitting on my towel and I turned over on my side with my left leg hooked up and my cock resting on my right leg so that she might glimpse it as she passed me. I hoped she would sit near me but she went on until she found a spot on my left, just past the couple from the bus. I still had a good view of her though as she sat down and unfastened her bikini top, revealing a gorgeous pair of breasts.

Until now I had only stood up to go for a swim, but then I realised that there was nothing stopping me from just walking around, seeing what I might see. I started to walk towards the far end of the beach, the rockier end of it (though it was just as crowded as the rest) and stepped carefully over the rocks. For a minute or so I stood on one of the rocks, surveying the beach and the clusters of nude bodies, then made my way back, checking out the female flesh on display. I was particularly keen to see, if I could, the Spanish-looking girl's cunt. As I walked past her she was lying on her back, naked, and I saw her pussy was mostly shaved with just a little strip of black hair remaining. Sadly, her legs were together so I couldn't see inside her, but I was pleased enough with what I did see.

I sat back down on my towel and it was then that I had the best sight of the day. The couple who occupied the towels to my right had gone for a dip, and as they walked back I got a proper look at the girl's face for the first time - she was very pretty - as well as her lovely shaved pussy (she had a little tattoo at the upper left of her crotch). When she got back she shook out her towel and laid it on the sand again, then knelt down to smooth it out. She had her backside to me and for a few moments I had a perfect view of her arsehole and her slightly open cunt lips. It doesn't get any better than this, I thought. Why hadn't I come here years ago?

I spent the next hour and a half in a sort of erotic delirium, wandering around the beach, occasionally going for a swim. Some of the sights of that day are burned in my memory. The skinny, dark-haired girl with pointy tits sitting a little way behind me, a ring through her left nipple. The little Asian girl who was wandering around with her boyfriend, wearing a red top but naked below the waist - that she was partially clothed amid all this nudity made somehow made the sight of her pussy even more erotic. The family group, with a boy of about ten standing chatting to his bare-breasted mother (she was sitting down and I couldn't see if she was entirely naked). How wonderful it would be, I thought, to be able to look at your mother's tits and cunt like this. The beefy, middle-aged Italian-looking guy with his skinny suntanned wife (little tits and a thick black thatch of pubic hair). Where else would a guy like this let you see his wife naked? And, as I emerged from the water after a swim, the couple lying against the rocks, the woman attractive and with her legs spread shamelessly, her pussy mostly bare with just a tuft of her above the slit - the best cunt sighting I had after the shaved girl.

At one point I wandered onto the grassy high ground on the right hand side of the beach. There were a few groups of men and women here, all chatting away as if they were at a barbecue. I wondered whether they were so used to nudity that it didn't mean anything to them anymore, or whether their nonchalance was as false as mine. I was still coming to terms with how natural all of this seemed, with kids running about and a little boat arriving every half hour or so to sell ice cream.

For a few minutes I stood on top of a hill and surveyed the beach below me, the sun beating down on my naked body. I looked at the boats in the blue water (most of the people on them were nude as well) and the sweep of the beach with its tangle of bodies. I felt like I was in some sort of earthly paradise.

It was starting to get late and I knew I would have to go soon, but each time I was about to pack up my things another woman would arrive and rekindle my interest. I became particularly interested in a pretty, slender brown-haired girl who looked about twenty. She came onto the beach wearing an ochre coloured top, a black bikini top beneath it, and light blue shorts. I watched her as she got herself organised, laying out her towel, putting rocks on it to stop the wind blowing it away, fussing around for about ten minutes until she finally sat down and removed her top and I got to see her lovely little breasts. She had just pulled off her shorts and was sitting naked on her towel when a middle aged man, very sun-bronzed and obviously a regular, with his pubic hair shaved and a stubby cock sticking out, came up and greeted her, then sat next to her to talk. If this was what the regulars got to do, I wanted to be one too.

Reluctantly I gathered up my things and walked naked along the beach for the last time (I tried to get a look at the brown-haired girl's pussy as I passed her, but there were other people in the way). I stopped at the grassy area above the steps to put my clothes on - it felt awful to have them on again - and clambered up the steep path and across the oval to the bus stop. I found that I had just missed a bus, and the next one wasn't due for over an hour. There was no point waiting there in the hot sun - it looked like the only thing to do was go back to the beach.

I almost ran down the steep track in my eagerness to get back. I walked onto the beach again, as confident now as if I had been coming for here years, spread my towel on the sand just after the steps, and stripped off standing up. A young naked couple, the girl very attractive with nice tits, walked past me and down to the water, and I followed them in. There was another couple in there as well and I watched the four of them splashing around playfully.

I left the water and returned to where I had left my things, but instead of lying on my towel I sat down on a large rock, the water dripping down me and my legs spread. I was just a few feet from the steps, so that I people coming on to the beach had to walk right past me. Maybe I looked a bit obvious but I didn't care. There was a guy lying on his back a couple of feet to my left, probably thinking along the same lines as me, and my eyes lingered on his cock, which was topped by a bush of black pubic hair. It was the first time I'd had a good long look at another man's penis.

As I sat there with the hot sun beating down on me and people walking past me I started to get an erection for the first time that day. (I had only seen one man with a hard-on all day - an old guy walking along the waterline who hadn't seemed too fussed by it and neither had anyone else.) I decided to celebrate by taking one last walk along the beach with my half-erect cock on display.

Now it really was time to go. Dressing again, I made my way back to the bus stop. As I sat waiting for the bus, some of the other bathers came up to the stop as well, including the couple who had travelled on the bus with me earlier in the day. They sat down on a railing on the opposite side of the road to me. I looked at them, clothed again, and remembered how they looked naked. "I've seen your tits and pussy," I thought. "And your cock. And maybe you saw mine." Then a group of four - two men and two women - came up and I watched them getting into their car. They had all been naked earlier, apart from one of the women who had kept her bikini bottom on, and I had gotten a good look at them as they walked past me on their way for a swim. That I had seen all these people around me naked gave me a feeling of power.

Arriving home an hour later I stripped off my clothes and had a shower, and looked at my body in the bathroom mirror. How many people had looked at me naked, I wondered. Then I went and lay on my bed and masturbated, remembering all the tits and cunts and cocks I had seen that day. It had been one of the best days of my life.

I have been back since, and will continue to go back, my cock out for anyone who wans to see it.

So there you have it. The entire record - shameful, embarrassing and true - of my sexual existence.

As I go through my daily routine, pornography is never far away. My mind is awash with pornographic images, scenes I have memorised, experiences I have had. There can be few at least slightly attractive girls I have met whom I have not fantasised about fucking. As I ride on a train or walk through the city my eyes are constantly on the lookout for cute faces and bodies. I love girls in T-shirts and singlet tops, preferably braless and their nipples showing, or with bra straps and or petticoat straps visible, denoting the various layers of clothing covering them; hairy arms and armpits (trains and buses are by far the best places to observe these); young Asian girls with tiny tits and doll-like faces; goth girls with white faces in shrouds of black lace, nouveau hippie chicks wearing cheesecloth tops and other fashions I remember fondly from my youth, punk chicks in torn petticoats and Doc Martens; black girls with pouting mouths and big, jutting breasts. I open their blouses and ease their tits out of their bras. I raise their skirts and draw down their panties and part their legs so their moist cunts open up like flowers. I bend them over and lick their arseholes. I can, in my mind, undress and fuck a girl in the few seconds it takes to pass her crossing a road.

For me, the world is pornographic.