Those of you that have read of my earlier adventures will know that it took very little time for me to change from a lady who had never stroked a cock other than her husbands, to a total cum slut, licking, sucking and fucking at every opportunity. This story is a bit long, sorry. As the title suggests it's about a new cummer to the pleasures of sexual delight and the process of 'introduction' had to be taken gently. It all happened a few years after my own introduction to sexual delight on the beach or in the dunes. We left the beach last time with me having had 3 cocks, bareback and without having the protection of either the pill or menopause, with others waiting if I had the energy. I'm sad to say that on that occasion I didn't, but I made up for it on later visits. Peter and I became regular visitors to the beach despite it being a long drive each way. We always stripped off at the sign and wandered about talking to our friends before going to our usual place for a spot of people watching, refreshment etc. After a while Peter would slip on his shorts and go back to the car for the windbreaks. On the way back he would be accompanied by some helpers, mostly male but occasionally a female would also help, but they are another story. The rest of the day was spent by me thanking them for their assistance, we did get very inventive at times and that too, is another story. On the day in question we got there earlier than usual and things were a bit quiet on the dunes. Once we had staked out our usual spot we went to the top of the dunes to take a look around the area. Small binoculars are wonderful things! I stood at the top on a footpath that was used by everybody, clothed and naked. I have found that the best way to use binos is to place your feet apart, stand up straight and keep your elbows in. By happy coincidence it also gives a good view of my bum, pussy and tits to any who care to look. We stood gazing out to sea looking at the small ships in the distance and the waders on the shoreline. “Excuse me,” said a small voice behind us. We turned around to find a lady, about our age, and clothed. “Yes?” we said, each with a big friendly smile. “Urrmmm,” she hesitated, “for many years my husband and I have walked along this path. My husband has looked at the naked ladies and complained bitterly how disgusting it was to see naked women in public. Then he would point out particularly disgusting women with big boobs or smooth, er, you know, down there.” she glanced at my 'down there'. “But he kept dragging you back to be disgusted?” asked Peter. “Oh yes! As soon as the sun came out and it got a little warmer he brought us down here to see how much more disgusting it had got.” “And what did you think?” I ventured. “Well, to be perfectly honest,” she said pausing briefly, “I quite enjoyed it actually. I didn't object to seeing the naked ladies one bit. They are all different shapes and sizes, some hairy, down there,” she looked down again, “some nice and smooth, like you.” She looked straight at my smooth pussy. “And the men were nice too, I think that my husbands real problem was that many of the men were bigger, down there, than he was, like your husband is,” she said giving Peter's cock a longer more lingering look than might have been really necessary. “How may we help you?” I asked. “Well, she replied, my husband is not longer with us but I still come down here, trying to pluck up the courage to talk to somebody and ask them what it is like. I've seen you both on the dunes occasionally and noticed that you seem to have lots of friends so when I saw you up here today I thought it was time to take the plunge.” “Well,” I said, “if you are asking us what it is like being naked then I can only say it is totally wonderful.” I told her a very edited version of our first time together by the stream and how the guy in the car-park told me I looked good without clothes and how I felt after his compliment. “The big thing is,” I said, “it costs nothing to try and if you don't enjoy yourself, nobody will even know you have tried. If you do enjoy yourself then the only people that will know are those you have enjoyed yourself with. It's a win win situation!” she smiled at the simple logic. Then I asked, “why don't you try it today? You already have two friends here and I'm sure you will quickly make many more.” she looked quite keen so I said, “Would you like me to help you?”, carefully reaching towards the buttons on her blouse. She stepped towards me then hesitated, “Up here? Everybody will see!” I laughed, rude I know but it did seem funny. “That's the idea otherwise you could walk around without clothes on at home. The question is are you worried about everybody seeing or nobody bothering to look?” She thought that one through carefully then said “Good point, well made. If nobody looks I would feel deflated and if anybody looks I will feel delighted.” She lent forward again and presented her blouse to me. I looked at a smiling Peter as I undid each button carefully then slid her blouse off passing it to Peter to hold. “What a pretty bra! Sets your boobs off very nicely.” She smiled, “Do you like it? I thought that if I did pluck up the courage to bare all then a pretty bra would be nice to start with.” She was facing the dunes and I could feel eyes watching us, I walked behind her and started to undo her bra. She made no objection so it was undone and sliding off and into Peter's waiting hand as quick as you like. I turned her sideways, to show off her profile then said “Pretty bra and beautiful boobs! Don't you think so Peter?” “I do! Peter dutifully replied, “ I suspect that you will not have any worries about people enjoying looking at you.” “Give them a rub,” I told her lifting my hands towards her, she lent forward but I chickened out, maybe I shouldn't rub her tits first time. I turned my hands towards my own tits and rubbed them. “It sorta gets that horrid feeling of being tightly constrained out of them.” She looked a little upset that I had demonstrated on my own tits rather than hers so I offered, “shall I?” She made a soft mewing noise that I took to be 'yes please' and gently placed my palms on her nipples, moving one hand clockwise and the other anti-clockwise. They stood up very quickly and the aureole puckered up most satisfyingly. I let my fingers wander over the gentle swelling of each breast, lifting them, weighing them and stroking them tenderly. “They are beautiful!” I said bending forward and kissing a nipple without thinking. Then I stopped, whoops, but she turned to offer me the other which I happily nibbled briefly. “Nice?” “Very!” she replied. I reached round her, pushing my tits hard up against hers, she pushed back as I undid her zip. I held the skirt from falling. “Skirt and knickers together or shall we give the eyes watching us a treat and do them one at a time?” “Well, my knickers match my bra so let's give them a treat!” I eased the skirt down gently kissing her tenderly as my mouth descended over her breasts across her belly and paused at the top of her much smaller panties than I had expected. I took the elastic in my mouth and pinged it gently. “Step!” she stepped “And again!” she lifted the other foot and I passed the skirt to Peter. Still kneeling down in front of her I glanced over my shoulder, we had an audience, appreciative and well mannered watching but not staring. “Ready?” “Yes!” I eased the small amount of fabric down towards the path. Using my hands to work it slowly over her pert bum, that felt nice and she wriggled so I think she enjoyed it also. Now down at the sides, fingers slipped inside, fingers guiding the back and thumbs reaching across her lower tummy. A little trimmed pube popped out then more until my thumbs were tracing the fold between pussy and thigh, now I changed the position of my hands slightly and my thumbs now explored her mons and worked down to her pussy lips while my fingers were guiding the filmy fabric. My thumbs crept onwards down to the top of her pussy, she parted her legs imperceptibly but enough to tell me it felt good. Now I parted her labia running my thumbs down between caressing her clitty before reaching her pussy, wet and welcoming. One thumb gently in and out then the other just picking up her juices. Hearing her moan softly I lent forward and kissed her while moving her knickers swiftly down, she stepped, left then right and I passed them to Peter. I stood up, beside her. “Give them a twirl,” I said pointing to the appreciative audience who were clapping quietly. She looked so happy when she twirled, very slowly then bowed extravagantly. I took her hand, “Come on, let's meet your public,” I said as I led her towards our place. Everybody was very friendly, introduced themselves, first name only, and we learned that she was Sylvia. Sylvia was very bubbly probably due to all the attention she was receiving so I shooed them away for a while telling all that she needed to become accustomed to everything. We sat down, either side of Peter who poured us all a glass of orange. As we chatted I was subconsciously stroking Peter's thigh, working higher and higher as was usual. Peter laid back and I started to play with his cock which was obviously getting harder by the minute. Then I realised that Sylvia was not looking at me but watching me stroke Peter. Do I stop or carry on? I asked myself. I carried on. She looked up at my face. “He's a lot bigger than my husband and he's not properly erect yet!” she observed. “Well,” I replied, “he does like having his cock rubbed, most men do.” she opened her mouth as if to speak then closed it. “Would you like to...” my words tailed off as she nodded. She reached out and took Peter's cock in her hand and started to stroke, hesitantly at first but she soon got it so that Peter was moaning his appreciation. “My husband would never have let me do this,” she said, “I wasn't allowed to touch him and he only touched me to open my legs wider.” “So you never enjoyed any of the pleasures of real sex?” I asked incredulously. “I think he did, he told me to open my legs once in a while then got on top, put his thing in there,” she said pointing to her pussy, “shoved it in and out for a minute or two then groaned, made me all messy then rolled over and went to sleep. I was left wondering what it was all about then went to sleep myself.” “I think you have a busy day ahead of you today!” I said. She was still stroking Peter and a little dew-drop of pre-cum glistened right on the top. “That's mine,” I said pointing to Peter's cock, hold it there a minute. She stopped stroking and I made a big play of teasing his cock with my tongue before sucking the head into my mouth and bobbing my head up and down. I raised my head and licked my lips. “I do like that first touch of his pre-cum on my tongue, it makes me feel very special. You can have the next one, Sylvia, if you like, I won't mind.” “What taste like?” “Well it doesn’t really taste of much at all. It just feels so nice in your mouth, it's very slippery and it reminds me of when Peter slides inside of me and our juices mix. There! Do you see, right on the top, you are obviously doing a great job on Peter's cock, would you like that one?” She looked at Peter, “May I?” she asked. Peter, being a perfect gentleman said “Please, be my guest.” and Sylvia bent to take her first cock in her mouth, ever! I looked at Peter and we smiled at each other. He mouthed 'BJ then Fuck' to me. I nodded. Sylvia was still down on Peter's cock, she had more than just the head in her mouth and was trying to replace her hand with her mouth. I sat and watched in amazement and Peter laid back, closed his eyes and enjoyed it. Now she was using her hand and mouth like a kid with her first lolly-pop, licking, sucking and even slurping her lips. Peter was very hard! “Sylvia,” said Peter, “I'm definitely not complaining or asking you to stop but if you carry on like that I shall cum in your mouth!” Sylvia took her mouth from his cock, looked and me and said, “What taste like?” I told her it was a little salty, a little creamy, slippery and very satisfying when you made a man cum like that.” She went back down on him, with more urgency and even more enthusiasm. I could see Peter building to a big one, a virgin cock-sucker was a rare pleasure for him I knew from experience. I was a virgin cock-sucker when I sucked him off and swallowed, the day we met. He started to clench and unclench his hands, “I going to cum Sylvia!” she kept sucking and stroking. “Last chance, I'm about to fill your mouth with my spunk!” The good girl was still working his cock. “Swallow it all, Sylvia,” he said as he started to cum, pumping his spunk into her virgin mouth as she kept stroking and sucking and coaxing every last drop from him. When he stopped jerking about like a rag doll, she sat up and smiled at him. “I liked that! Did you? Was it good enough? It was my first time, sorry.” Peter pulled her to him, held her close and covered her with passionate kisses. Finally letting her go he said, “Good enough? First time? Young lady it was out of this world! And if that was your first time sucking a cock and making a man cum in your mouth I love to think how good you will be by the end of the day!” Sylvia preened herself and smiled happily. “Thank you, I really enjoyed it too. What did you mean by 'the end of the day'?” Peter pointed to the men kneeling about 10 feet away, each had his cock in his hand and they were all erect. “How many do you think you could manage? Would you like to share them with Mary?” Sylvia looked at the stiff cocks, Peter's softening cock, licked her lips then at me. I nodded. She nodded back then said “Yes, please.” “I think we should organise the windbreaks.” I said to Peter. Would you like to know how the virgin slut got on after the windbreaks went up? Please let me know.