Dunes of Maspalomas - Sex Stories

Dunes of Maspalomas

Last year I returned to Maspalomas once again. I had heard about the things going on in the dunes and I was curious. Just behind the camel path I came across the first guy with backpack and no trousers. I adapted myself. High sun protection factor should make me walking for miles. The place is surreal. In sight of the big hotels a fair of sexual activities is held. Swingers don’t like to walk far. Of course there are sunbathers too, but sometimes walking around a corner, you will stumble into scenery of fondling, sucking and banging in some bushes or under a palm tree, always with some gentlemen standing nearby, working on their organs. They circle all day long to be present when it starts to happen. Women are a minority and never alone on their way. Out of a bush leaped a tall tanned skinny, his erect dick swinging. I thumbed up to show my admiration. An Englishman, wearing nothing but a hat, manifested the beauty of life and asked me if I needed Viagra. I denied, laughing. The English like it noisy. I saw one of them fucking missionary, while she set the pace under him with “faster” or “slowly” or so. After his relieve they introduced themselves by their given names. Another one was plunging two fingers passionately deep into a pussy to make the woman tremble and scream. Just as they finished a hawker passed by. “Cool drinks, water, beer!” The peepers laughed boisterously. I had to accustom. An Italian couple waved to me, I waved back. When I had my evening circle almost ...

... done without spying any interesting, I suddenly saw them again. A man lay beside them and they were talking. I proceeded curiously, as he nodded. He stood up, spread his towel carefully between her legs and went down to lick the pussy. Another one, obviously more experienced than me, easily kneeled down to massage her breast, while she grabbed his boner. Her head was lying on her man’s lap. He was rubbing an enormous, almost stiff pecker against her cheek watching the action. The other day I spied them again. They were already established. Men were constantly passing. He invited them nodding and then she masturbated them and was masturbated vice versa. The whole thing looked a little unspiritually to me and I was surprised, how some people spend their holydays. On my last day there was not so much going on. So I couldn’t overlook a group at one of the tree rings. Some of them were masturbating their partially terrific cocks. In the middle court was held by a couple. She was reading with widely spread legs. Or was she just pretending? The clean-shaven Venus trap obviously made an impact. From time to time she stood up and walked over to one of the wankers to caress balls and dick. Then she knelt down to suck him to kingdom come. Meanwhile her husband had a well audible dirty conversation in German with a blonde well hung stud. Eventually one of them asked: “Did he already cum?” It sounded like they were on the edge. Some ejaculated in her mouth or face, what made her moan like ...