I had been at the lake for a week, recharging my batteries and taking a well-deserved break. Long, lazy days laying in the French sun, cocktails and dinner while watching the sun set over the water from my lodge nestled on the hillside.

Every day had started with a refreshing dawn swim. I'd wander down to the small beach and plunge into the cold water, no one yet around in the early morning.

Except on that day...

I'd strolled down as usual in just my swim shorts, despite the early hour it was already warm, the day's first rays of sunshine hitting the dark blue water before the morning mist had fully cleared.

That's probably why I didn't notice her in the water, no more than ten metres away.

I'd only made a few strokes when she called over.

"Good morning," she shouted, a hint of accent in her voice.

I hadn't expected anyone to be there at that hour, so hearing her voice shocked me a little and I swallowed a mouthful of water. She laughed as I spluttered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"Oh it's fine," I laughed back.

She was younger than me, only just, with short hair darkened by her dip in the water.

"You come here every morning?" She asked.

"Yes, every day, bright and early," I answered with a smile.

She told me her name was Elle and held out a hand. I swam the short distance to her and shook it, and told her mine.

"Pleased to meet you," I said.

There was a short pause before she told me: "I've been watching you swim. You look strong in the water."

I felt myself turning red, mumbled a thank you.

"Do you swim naked?" she asked next.

I told her I didn't.

"But why? There's nobody around so early," she said. And she stood up in the waist-high water to show me that she swum naked.

I couldn't help but stare at her full and ample breasts, the water running off them, her nipples hard in the cold.

Just under the water line I could see she had a hairy pussy.

"You like?" she asked.

I admitted that I did. Then she ran her hands across those beautiful, bountiful tits and down her sides.

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked.

I really did. I waded towards her and hesitated only a brief moment before I cupped them in my hands.

They were warm and cold at the same time, heavy but light, soft but firm.

"Why don't you kiss them?" she gently urged.

I slowly bent over in the water to place those hard brown nipples in my mouth.

She gasped, and her hand slid between her legs under the water. It stayed there.

Her other hand reached for my shorts and was quickly inside them, grabbing my cock.

Was I still dreaming? Had I fully awakened? This just didn't happen in real life... and yet here we were.

Then we leaned towards each other and kissed. Our tongues exploring each other's mouths as we both groaned with pleasure, the water lapping around us.

"You're going to fuck me on that beach you know," she told me next.

We slowly made our way out of the water, and I swear she never once let go of my cock, which was throbbing with anticipation and growing thicker by the second.

Once we were out of the water we stopped at a towel laid out on top of the rough sand and pebbles. She spun round, dropped to her knees on the towel and pulled down my shorts before taking hold of me again. Slowly wanking my throbbing cock while looking up at me with a playful smile. Then she dabbed her tongue on my tip and cupped my balls, ran a finger along the base of my fully erect manhood with its pulsing veins. I must have groaned then, and she giggled a little before gripping my cock and taking it in her open mouth.

It felt so warm after the cold of the water, as she slobbered over my hard length.

Her grands grasped my ass and she pulled me closer to her, gagging on my cock. I felt her hands run along my ass and a finger slid inside me. It was heaven!

As she massaged my prostate and sucked and slobbered, I grew harder than I could ever remember being. I wanted to fuck her so badly. Her full, curvaceous figure was calling out to me. I told her and she smiled then rolled onto her back.

I made to go down on her and taste her but she stopped me. "Just fuck me now," she commanded.

I didn't need to be told a second time.

I knelt in front of her and rubbed my pulsating meaty cock along her slit, a short tease before easing inside her.

Her fleshy legs wrapped around my back and I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she pulled me towards her.

And I thrust myself deep into her moist hole as she cried out.

"Yes! Yes! All the way," she shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

And I thrust back and forth, pounding her pussy right there in the open, on the beach.

We grunted and groaned like animals as our wet bodies entwined, as she vigorously rubbed her swollen clit while I pushed deep inside her again and again.

We twisted around to the side and I held her leg above me as I found myself penetrating even deeper while she continued to cry out.

I became aware that a stranger could stumble across us at any moment - but the thrill of being caught only brought more excitement.

She told me she wanted me to fuck her ass and rolled over onto her knees.

"Only my husband gets to fill my pussy with cum," she said.

"And where is he now?" I asked.

She laughed again. "He's watching us now."

I looked around and spotted him, an older man, tall, thin and naked, browned by the sun. Standing not 20 paces from us. Stroking his big cock. I could tell he was fantastically well endowed. He just smiled at me and carried on.

I thought I would have been shocked by that but merely smiled back at him as I spat in his wife's asshole and loosened it with my finger. She was crying out at me, called me a disgusting brute as a second finger loosened her asshole. She lowered her shoulders but pushed up her round ass. I pulled out my fingers, spat in her hole once more and then took my cock and pushed it against her. The tip forced its way in and the rest slowly followed, inch by inch. And when I was in I gripped her hips and began rocking forwards and backwards, slowly, rhythmically.

Elle gave a slight whimper at first but grew loader with each thrust. Then she was loudly commanding me once more: "Fuck yes, more!" she growled. "Fuck that asshole you bad man."

And I held her short hair tight in my fist as I pushed again and again, groaning too as I felt the hot tingle along my shaft which told me I was ready to explode.

I looked over to see Hubby tugging furiously on his swollen cock and I could see he was ready to cum too. He shuffled closer and shot his spunk all over Elle's face as my thick stream of creamy sperm filled her ass.

I continued to pump away as every last drop flowed into her while she grabbed her man's long dick and sucked him dry.

Elle collapsed in a heap on the towel and he joined her. I watched them kiss with genuine passion, their tongues entwined as in a dance, before he licked his own cum from her face.

I pulled out and fell back in the sand beside them.

Then Elle rolled onto her front and her husband's tongue traced down her shoulders and back before it found its way to her asshole, and he began to lap up my cum as she gave little purrs of satisfaction.

When he'd cleaned her up he offered me his hand. "Karl," he said, again with a trace of accent. "So very pleased to meet you," he added, as he shook my hand.

I told him the pleasure was all mine. It was a strange formality, coming after what had happened.

We all lay there for what seemed like an age, exhausted and satisfied, as the sun rose. Faint voices reached us, carried on the wind. Other holidaymakers were up and about and heading our way.

"Will you be swimming tomorrow too?" Elle asked, after a while.

I said that I would be, yes.

"Oh bon. Very good," she said.