nudism

One long and boring afternoon I was sitting in my office in the city surfing the Internet. I looked at what seemed like a hundred different sites before I stumbled across one that featured nudism. I was quickly pulled in by the thought of mass nudity and eagerly logged onto the site looking for some fun photos. The site seemed very well constructed and allowed me to search for places to get naked. The site’s menu was great and allowed me to select a place based on its geographical region, state or city.



I selected my state and anxiously waited for the homepage to pop up. When it did I was almost shocked to discover there were five different clubs relatively close to me. One was a nudist resort / social club that was located less than one hundred miles from where I live and work. I selected the link and the site appeared before my eyes. The resort was located in a wooded rural area in the southern portion of the state. The site featured some great stuff and included a discreet aerial photo showing the tiny resort nestled quaintly away in the forest.



I clicked the “About us” bar from the page and a photo of a naked couple probably in their late forties or early fifties appeared. They were standing hand in hand beside a sign which read; Welcome to The Oasis, stay with us if you can bare it! The couple was average in size and appearance. So I continued to browse the site. I learned a great deal about the site as I clicked the various menu bars. I read on about the club and became very intrigued. After about fifteen minutes or so I decided to e-mail them.



In my e-mail I asked if I could attend one of their weekly open houses that were featured on the website. The site included a list of rules, a detailed map with directions on how to get there, a complete schedule of events and several very revealing photos of members enjoying the facilities. The resort featured a large outdoor pool and hut tub, clubhouse with a bar and a jukebox, a dance floor, foosball and pool tables, a large shower house, horseback riding, a small fishing pond, several cabin size cottages and much more.



Along with numerous photos were member testimonials, a schedule of events, and the club rules. After carefully reading the rules I determined the Oasis was indeed for me. I hate missing a good chance to see or be naked! The rules included that no one under the age of eighteen was allowed in and that it was an adult’s only social club. Always carry a towel with you, and do not consume alcoholic beverages openly outside of any of the buildings, and last but not least; couples and outgoing singles are always welcome. Most importantly outward displays of excitement and/or affection were not permitted in open areas. Without further hesitation I sent the e-mail. Later that day an e-mail alert appeared on my screen with a reply. I anxiously opened the message to find that I had indeed been invited to come and get my feet wet so to speak at the Oasis. The e-mail was from a woman named Jan. I also received a copy of an invite letter along with directions to show it to the person at the front gate upon my arrival. Presenting the letter would be the only way I would be allowed to enter their club grounds. I was very excited and couldn’t wait for the weekend to get here.



The open house went from noon until four every Sunday. The e-mail said that I would be given a guided tour the grounds and would be allowed to visit with the members and experience what the club had to offer before deciding whether I wanted to drop five hundred dollars for the cost of a single membership. Membership fees for a couple ran two hundred and fifty dollars. The e-mail also said that I could take the tour with my clothes on or off, it was my choice. Being a bit of an exhibitionist I didn’t struggle very long deciding how I would choose to take the tour.



When Sunday came I woke early, shaved, showered, and hit the road. The club was only about eighty miles away but the roads there were all country two lane. Filled with anticipation, I finally drove upon a gravel road about half mile off the state route. The gravel lane was marked only with the wooden silhouette of a palm tree painted black. I eased my SUV into the drive and followed the winding road almost a quarter of a mile before I came upon a small clearing with a large electric gate with a small shack with a stop sign outside.



I pulled up to the stop sign and stopped. A young well-tanned woman stepped out of the shack and approached the driver’s side of my car. She had curly thick auburn hair that flowed to almost the middle of her back. She was wearing cut off denim shorts and a black bikini top which did very little to cover much of her large round breasts, sandals and dark sunglasses, pretty normal attire for late August.



“Hello.”, she purred in a very sexy voice. “Can I help you?” she asked, politely flashing me a smile as she approached.



I told her my name and added that I was here for the open house.



“Well Richard, loose the last name.” she said. “People here are very discreet and last names are seen as an invasion of privacy and that’s kind of frowned upon. My name’s Carrie and I’ll be your tour guide”, she said as she went over and grabbed a clipboard from the tiny window ledge of the shack and placed a check mark beside my name. She then picked up the telephone and asked someone to take over for her at the front gate. She said the she had a tour and needed to be relieved.



Soon an older gentleman with salt and pepper colored hair appeared at a walk through gate located next to the shack wearing swim trunks and pulling on a white T-shirt.



“Thanks Wally, I needed a break.” she said patting him on the back.



The young woman then hopped into the passenger side of my Hummer and pointed towards the opening gate.



“Pull inside this gate and we’ll find a place to park.” she directed. Just inside the gate was good-sized gravel parking area with probably thirty or forty cars in it, but several open spots were still available.



A little beyond the parking area was a long wooden privacy fence with a building at one end. On the end of the small building there was a screen door and a sign that simply read locker room. We entered that building and were quickly greeted by a naked older woman who handed me a combination lock and a locker number.



“Come on, twenty seven is over here I’ll show you.” said my sultry chaperone. We walked down past two or three rows of lockers before she turned to her right. “Here we go.” she said as she opened the locker.



“Now get undressed and I’ll show you around.” she giggled while reaching back beneath her flowing hair to untie the straps of her bikini top from around her neck.



“I thought I had a choice?” I said teasingly as I kicked off my sandals.



“Not when I’m your tour guide.” she said with a smile as her top fell from her neck unleashing her impressive pineapple sized breasts. Her tits jutted impressively forward when she reached behind her back to untie the narrow cross strap. She unzipped her tight fitting denim shorts as I pulled my shirt over my head.



I reached down to unsnap my shorts as she wiggled out of hers. She wasn’t wearing any panties and was now completely naked except for a silver and turquoise choker pendant around her neck, and her sunglasses. Her pubic hair was a colorful match to her cascading tresses. Her pubes were thick but very neatly trimmed. I stepped out of my shorts and tossed them into the locker.



“That wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked glancing at my package as she stepped towards me with a large white towel. She continued to look me up and down. “We’re almost ready but first you need to bend over.” she said cradling a large rubber stamp and ink pad in her hand.



“Bend over? What for”, I asked somewhat confused.



“This is one of the three ways we identify our first time guests.” she replied as she stamped a large red butterfly on the cheek of my ass with a smile.



“Do you always stamp their asses?” I asked.



“No on the women we usually do their breast.” she replied with a smile.



“What’s the giggle about?” I asked. “Tan lines like yours are the second way.” she said with a naughty grin.



“What’s the third way?” I asked her.



“Erections.” she joked slowly shaking her head from side to side.



That’s when I remembered the web-site clearly stating that open displays of excitement or affection were not allowed.



“You’re not prone to erections are you?” She asked staring at my flaccid cock as she leaned against the wall near the exit door with her arms crossed.



“I’ve had a few.” I told her with a mischievous grin.



“I’ll bet you have.” she said as she motioned me towards the door. I followed her through the doorway and out into the bright sunlight. Her smooth naked ass was very well rounded and wiggled nicely when she walked.



We quickly encountered naked people everywhere. We walked into a large open area. In the middle was a huge in ground pool and hot tub. Lounge chairs and blankets were lying on the ground surrounding the pool. There were naked bodies scattered about.



A radio was playing in the background. Some people were reading by the pool while others were soaking up the sun. Most of the folks we encountered were very friendly and spoke, but there were a few who were less than cordial.



“Over here is the clubhouse.” said my sexy tour guide. “You can get a drink or a bite to eat here if you like.”



We strolled inside where five or six people were hanging out. An attractive blonde was shooting a game of pool with an older fellow, two or three men were sitting at the bar watching pre-season football on TV, and a young couple was playing air hockey in the corner. We sat down and ordered ourselves up a cold drink as Carrie introduced me to the barmaid.



“Richard this is Margaret.” said Carrie. “He’s a new guy.” she whispered playfully.



Margaret was quite attractive, probably in her mid to late forties about 5′ 8″ tall, with sandy colored hair cut just above her shoulders. She had firm slightly larger than average sized tits and a nicely shaped body with only a tiny little pouch in her mid-section. She was very well preserved for an older woman.



“I’ve never had a naked barmaid before.” I joked.



“Would you like to?” she teased. “My friends call me Maggie.”



“Behave.” Carrie told her.



“Damn girl, you can’t blame a woman for trying to get laid around here.” whispered Margaret. After a little small talk we said goodbye and exited the clubhouse.



We walked the grounds carrying our towels for about an hour as Carrie showed me all that the club had to offer, or so I thought. Occasionally Carrie would lean over in front of me to point out something trivial allowing her large round breasts to rub firmly against me.



“I have one more special place I want to show you.” said Carrie as we headed down a narrow path towards the woods. “Watch the poison ivy, it’s a bitch if you get it in the wrong place.” she teased as she stepped into the brush.



She led me up a hillside quite a ways before we reached a small clearing at the top. Watching her ass swing back and forth in front of me as we ascended the ridge was beginning to give me hard on. I was semi-erect by the time we reached the top. The view of the wooded valley below was truly spectacular. I walked out to a large rock near the edge trying desperately to conceal my growing erection and to get a better look at the lush green valley below. Carrie walked up beside me with hair blowing in the wind.



“Isn’t it Beautiful?” she asked, placing her left hand on the cheek of my bare ass.



“Yes it is.”, I said with a bold move, lifting my right arm over her head and placing my hand on her shoulder. She leaned softly into me and I pulled her closer. Her breasts were warm and soft. Her pubic hair lightly brushed against my upper thigh as she placed her right leg in front of mine. Her hair continued to dance on the soft warm breezes that filtered through the trees. Her firm tan body shimmered in the afternoon sun while the island fragrance of her coconut suntan oil flooded my senses.



Without speaking another word our lips met softly. Slowly at first, then much quicker and much harder on the second kiss. Soon our lips and tongues were locked together and my hands were exploring her supple young body. Her nipples rapidly grew hard against my chest as I squeezed the cheeks of her ass. My growing cock pushed its way up between our abdomens. Carrie began dry humping my upper thigh as I fondled her ass. Before long the juices from her hot wet snatch were trickling down my inner thigh. Her breathing soon became very erratic.



I pulled back from her slightly and slid my hand around from her ass and placed it firmly against her hairy crotch. She moaned as my fingers brushed her clit in search of her warm wet opening. Her pussy lips were moist and swollen, and parted easily as I slid two fingers all the way into her wetness. The ball of my hand rubbed against her rigid clit. She began stroking my rock hard cock while I worked my fingers deeper inside her dripping twat. Within a matter of minutes she seemed to lose focus and soon her entire body was trembling.



This sexy young thing is going to come off right now in my hand I thought to myself. Not knowing how prophetic that thought would soon be. She began rocking her hips violently while she dug her fingernails into my shoulders. Her tits danced in front of me as she went off like a rocket then eased her frantic pelvic thrusts to a slow rhythmic grind. Gasping for breath as she slowly pulled away and placed her hands against my chest. She pushed me backwards until my bare ass came in contact with the large warm rock.



“Lay back.” she instructed as she brushed her wind tangled hair from her face. I expected her to mount up. I was ready to give the horny little bitch a serious fucking! Instead she laid her towel on the ground, knelt in front of me and pushed my knees apart as wide as she could. She licked her own juices from the inside of my thigh before placing her talented tongue against my balls.



I almost exploded right then and there as her warm heaving breath flowed across my crotch. My scrotum tightened with excitement. Her hands slid up and down my thighs as she mouthed eagerly at my balls.



She hoisted my rigid eight inches straight up into the air and ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, starting at the balls like it was an ice cream cone. Occasionally she swirled her hot wet tongue around the tip lapping up the tiny droplets of my sweet clear pre-cum which were rapidly accumulating.



After teasing me for quite some time, she pulled the skin tight against the base of my shaft with her right hand, cradled my balls in her left easing its swollen purple head between her lips. Her cheeks pulled in and she made a slurping noise as her head began to bounce.



I was fully erect and already throbbing, so I knew I wouldn’t last long. My cock began to glisten in the sunlight as more and more of it became wet and slippery with every exciting bob of her head. A combination of her saliva and my own juices trickled down the shaft and across her tightly clenched fingers.



She gurgled and gasped as she sucked and stroked me, occasionally coming up for air like a long distance swimmer. Her naked breasts pressed against the warm hard rock as she worked feverishly to please me. You could have driven nails with my cock it was so hard!



Watching the beautiful young girl suck my cock was quite a turn on and my orgasm lurked just around the corner. I moaned with excitement and closed my eyes. I could feel my release building and tried to fight it, but it was too late. I started wildly pumping her face. She gagged a little as I shoved my cock even further down her throat, but I couldn’t hold back. I arched my back and moaned with pleasure as the first burst of my hot load coated the back of her throat. It must have really taken her by surprise because she abruptly jerked her head up off my pulsing cock.



The second stream of cum splattered errantly against her upper lip and trickled down the side of her cheek. Trying desperately to control the gushing geyser she shoved my spewing cock back inside her mouth stroking it firmly until my entire load had been deposited onto her talented tongue. She swallowed, licked and sucked until my empty cock went limp in her mouth like a spaghetti noodle. She kissed my balls and wiped my cum from her cheek with the first two fingers on her right hand, then slowly released the tactical grip she’d had on my well-drained balls.



She climbed up on the rock and lay down beside me. “So what do you think of the Oasis?” she asked with a heavy sigh.



“Mmmmm, where do I sign.” I teased. She giggled as I wiped the sweat from my brow. We rested for a few minutes and talked about the awesome blowjob I had just received while I fondled her breasts. I told her it was great and that I was really looking forward to fucking her real good. “What?” she said, “Screw on the first tour? What kind of girl do you think I am” she teased, smacking me playfully on the chest as she jumped from the rock. I took her hand and we walked slowly down the path back towards the commons area of the club.



“Is everyone here as friendly as you are?” I asked. “



“Not everyone, but there are a few.” she replied.



“Who are they?” I asked inquisitively.



“I’m not going to tell you!” said Carrie kissing me on the cheek. “Because finding out for yourself is half the fun.” We took a few more steps before she stopped and said; “I will tell you this if you’re looking to score, during the week is usually the best time to find someone that you can make it with.”



Not long after we reached the bottom Carrie took me to the office and we filled out my membership paperwork. I put the five hundred dollars on my credit card and settled in by the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Carrie discreetly said goodbye and resumed her duties at the front gate. I didn’t see her give another “tour” the rest of the day. I did however meet some very nice people, singles and couples, and my minor inhibitions about being naked quickly faded. I even found a few ladies that I would really like to hook up with if the opportunity ever presented itself.



I returned home and made a promise to myself that I would return the very next weekend. As luck would have it I was able to slide away from work at noon on Thursday and headed to the club for the extended Labor Day weekend. When I arrived around 4:00 PM, I signed in and even sprung for a cottage. The small cabin like structure was nice but simple. It had a cathedral ceiling with a large fan hanging in the middle, a queen size bed, a small refrigerator, a clock radio, a small dinette set and a deck with a couple plastic chairs. The club was almost deserted.



After sizing the place up, I undressed and headed for the shower room. As I started to enter, I heard voices and moans. I quickly stopped just inside the entranceway. I peered through a crack in the slat boards that formed a vision break near the door. I could see a man and a woman. The woman was probably in her late twenties, well tanned, with long blonde hair, a clean-shaven snatch, and the nicest pair of store bought boobies I had seen outside of a strip club. She was bent slight at the waist with her hands resting on her upper thighs. She was the one doing all the moaning. The man was much older, probably in his mid-fifties or so, with grey hair and an athletic build. He was standing behind the woman with his hands on her hips. He was the one doing most of the talking.



“That’s right you hot little bitch, take it all!” he commanded as he fucked her from behind.



“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it, fuck me harder!” she whimpered loud enough for me to make out over the sounds of her ass cheeks slamming against his abdomen. He grabbed a handful of her wet stringy hair with his right hand, yanked back her head and fucked her even harder.

My cock began to grow instantly as I watched this unsuspecting couple pleasure one another underneath the shower spray. Soon the action slowed and she stepped away from his cock to turn and face him. The old guy was pretty well equipped and still hard. She placed her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply on the lips.



He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and lifted her towards him. She responded by wrapping her long tanned legs around his waist. He reached down and guided his massive member into her hairless twat.



In no time at all she was sliding all the way up and down his rock hard cock. His balls bounced wildly as her pussy swallowed his entire length. It wasn’t long before he grimaced and groaned. She leaned back and squeezed his ass with her long shapely legs as he came inside her. They stood motionless for a moment before he eased her feet gently back onto the ground then kissed her passionately as he withdrew.



I wrapped my towel around my waist in a futile attempt to hide my excitement then coughed as I stepped around the corner into the open shower area.



They slowly separated as I entered, stepping under different showerheads without speaking a word. The gentleman quickly rinsed off then dried. He told his lover he would see her the next week, and exited the building. I fumbled with my shampoo and soap as the blonde washed her hair, I was desperately hoping that my throbbing cock would subside before I removed my towel but to no avail. I pulled off the towel and turned on the water. The horny little blonde simply smiled and winked as I turned to face her.



“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked me as she lathered her impressive tits. Knowing that I had been busted, I tried to act innocent.



“What do you mean?” I asked.



“Watching us fuck.” she said. “No one get a hard on like that anticipating a shower.” I started to apologize but she interrupted me. “It’s O.K., I like being watched.” she said as she turned to face the shower. “Maybe sometime you can repay the favor and let me watch you fuck.” she said as she turned away to scrub her cum drenched twat.



“Anytime you’d like.” I stammered with a smile in hopes that she might be ready for a second round after she finished her shower, but it wasn’t to be. She did however stroll over to me and grab my semi-erect cock in her hand and stroke it three or four times.



“My name is Nicole; I come here mostly during the week. I’d love to give this thing a test drive sometime but I’m running a little behind, so maybe we can get together later?” she asked.



“Sure, I’d love to.” I replied as my cock began to harden in her hand. She ran her hands across my chest, kissed me and then left the building. I proceeded with my shower while thoughts of sex with the sultry blonde raced through my mind. I dried off, dropped my stuff off at the cottage and began to explore the grounds. There were only a handful of people to be found. I seen a couple of older women playing tennis, a younger couple walking the nature paths, and only four or five naked bodies lounging around the pool. I was shocked to see such a small number of folks using the facilities. Nicole had apparently vanished to the private confines inside of one of the cottages since she was nowhere to be found.



Clouds soon began to overtake the sun and thunder could be heard off in the distance. Great, I thought, I’m here to enjoy the weekend and it’s going to rain. As the storm neared I began to consider seeking shelter. I strolled over to clubhouse and walked inside. The place was empty except for the bored looking barmaid, Margaret who Carrie had introduced me to the weekend before. She greeted me with a smile and patted the top of the bar with her hand, so I went over and pulled up a stool. Maggie as she preferred to be called appeared happy to see me. I figured as slow as things were she would’ve been happy to see anyone. Maggie poured us both a margarita then walked around from behind the bar and sat down on the stool beside me. We began to talk and watch the TV behind the bar, while outside it kept getting darker and darker. Maggie share with me that she was divorced and that she had a son that was attending college out of state.



She was an older woman but I was very taken by her beauty. Before long heavy rain began to fall outside, falling lightly at first then harder as it became driven by the increasing winds.



“Well it’s probably going to be a real slow night around here.” said Maggie.



As we chatted I revealed to her somewhat reluctantly in but in great detail, what I had witnessed in the shower house.



“That sounds like Arty and Nicole.” she said without hesitation. “They’re married, but not to each other. Nicole is a little bit of a tramp that enjoys watching others do it almost as much as she enjoys doing it herself, and Arty is a pretty well equipped rich guy from the city that doesn’t get any at home. He must have finally talked her into doing it.” I smiled and nodded. “He’s always after the women around here.” she added. “I’ve turned him down several times myself.” The rain began hitting the screens and Maggie hopped up and walked across the room.



“You know, hard rain really hurts when you’re naked?” she giggled as she walked over to windows and began closing them. I went over to help her. “Go ahead and close the blinds if you would.” she said. “No one will be coming in anyway as long as this storm continues.”



When we finished with the windows Maggie closed and locked the door and turned off the neon open sign glowing behind the blinds.



“That should be good enough.” said Maggie. “Do you shoot pool?” she asked placing extra sticks from the four pool tables in the huge room back onto the rack.



“I do.”, I told her, grabbing a straight stick from the wall.



“You break.” she said retrieving the balls from the return and racking them on the table. Her breasts jiggled nicely as she centered up the frame.



“Nice rack.” I teased as I chalked up my stick.



“I like a tight rack don’t you?” she teased back. Maggie gathered our glasses and pitcher from the bar and sat them a table closer to us as I scattered the balls with the break. We played a couple games and engaged in a great deal of small talk before things started to get really interesting. Maggie seemed as interested in my naked body as I was in hers.



Early into the third game, after a couple more margaritas and a bunch more rain, Maggie began to loosen up. While taking a shot directly in front of her I felt her soft warm hand caress my inner thigh. I missed the seven ball in the far corner. She squeezed my ass playfully as she stood to take her shot.



“Two can play that game.” I told her. She laughed and drove home the twelve ball. Three or four shots later she had to take a shot directly in front of where I was sitting. It was payback time. She surveyed the shot then leaned forward with her legs slightly parted.



I gently ran my hand across the firm smooth cheek of her ass. She took a deep breath and tried to stay focused. She made the shot then turned to face me leaning her stick against the table. She grabbed her drink and stepped forward facing me as I sat in the chair. She placed her left leg over mine then her right straddling my lap.



“That’s not fair.” said Maggie seductively as she grabbed my hair with her left hand, gently placing my head against her chest. I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her closer applying warm wet gentle kisses to her growing nipples.



She grabbed the back of my chair with her right hand while hoisting her glass in her left, then stood wobbling slightly in front of me with a come fuck me look on her face. My cock began to swell with anticipation. I reached over with two fingers and rubbed a small amount of salt on her left nipple. “What are you doing?” she asked with a surprised smile.



I answered by simply placing my index finger softly to her lips. I then squeezed a slice of lime over her right nipple allowing the juice to trickle down across her belly. She bit her lower lip as the cold juices descended down over her sexy torso.



I pulled her to me slowly and placed my lips against her salty nipple swirling my tongue around the hardening tip. Then starting just below her breast working upwards I licked the lime juice from her other breast. She quivered, tilted her head back, and arched her back as I squeezed her shapely ass. As she leaned forward again I took the glass from her hand and sipped her margarita.



“You’re very bad!” she said taking back the glass. “Do you like all your drinks that way?” she asked.



“I do indeed.” I replied.



“Then have another.” she said with a naughty grin as she raised her eyebrows. She tilted her partially filled glass and let the tasty frozen treat pour onto her upper chest. Almost half a glass funneled its way between her tits down across her abdomen through her closely trimmed pubic hair and onto my growing cock before she stopped. She was obviously getting a little tipsy. I pulled her tightly to me and began to lick and suck the tequila-flavored substance from her naked body.



Placing my right hand between her legs I caressed her inner thighs and nuzzled my thumb against her swollen mound anxious to rub it strategically against her eager clit. She moaned with excitement as my warm wet tongue covered every tasty inch of her naked body from her tits to her hungry twat.



I was unable to reach much further south than the northern edge of the soft narrow strip of her pubic hair while she was standing. I was almost ready to lay her across the tiny bar table and eat her sweet sticky puss when she stepped back.



“My turn.” she said as she squatted in front of me. I spread my legs and slid my ass towards the edge of the chair in anticipation. Her pussy parted nicely when she squatted revealing all her sweet pink secrets. Not the least impressive of which was her very swollen and protruding clit. Her serpent like tongue made quick work of the sticky mess that covered the shaft of my smooth hard cock.



She placed her right hand on her pussy and spread the swollen wet folds of her labia with the first and third fingers of her hand. She plunged her middle finger deep into her wetness then withdrew it, coating her now fully exposed clit with her hot thick fluids. She stroked her snatch as she gobbled up my throbbing cock, first just the head, then more than half its length. Her hard nippled tits pressed against my thighs as she eagerly sucked my dick.



I wasn’t going to be taken like Carrie had taken me a week earlier in the woods. This woman, this gorgeous woman, was going to get fucked, and fucked hard!



I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her towards me. Our tongues met as she straddled me once again. My cock pressed against her pubic hair and rubbed her lower belly. I slid my hand down across her back between her ass cheeks and eased my middle finger into hot dripping snatch from behind.



Maggie squeezed me tightly with her thigh muscles as I swirled my finger inside her. She was a great kisser and the sweet smell of her hair was quite a turn on. She reached down between us and began stroking the soft sensitive head of my cock with the hand she wasn’t using to steady herself with against the back of the chair.



Her twat was growing soggy in my hand. She jumped and shivered with delight as I pulled my well-coated finger from her slippery snatch and slowly but firmly dragged it across the tiny crater of her anus. Most women are very sensitive there but are either too afraid or too ashamed to admit it to their lovers.



I patted her on the ass cheeks and she stood up. Grabbing the balls of her ass I lifted her off the floor and turned to deposit her luscious naked body atop the pool table. At the last second, and wanting to be different I decided to spread her out on top of the huge air hockey table in the corner. It turned out to be a very wise decision.



“Air hockey huh? I pictured you to be a pool table kind of guy.” she said teasingly as she leaned back onto her elbows with her legs from the knees down dangling over the edge.



“Did you picture this?” I asked as I reached down and turned on the table. The cold hard platform upon which she was sprawled quickly came to life. She gasped as jets of cool forced air massaged her naked body.



“Oh my god!” she said softly closing her eyes as I lowered her shoulders back against the table. I pushed her farther onto the table and further from the edge. Her areolas shrunk instantly and her nipples soon became hard like diamonds.



Placing my hands on the inside of her knees I gently spread her legs. I kissed the inside of her thighs moving from side to side as my lips slowly worked their way towards their final warm, wet and inviting destination. I slid my hands under the cheeks of her ass and lifted it slightly off the surface of the table as my lips touched her pussy for the first time.



I began kissing her well-manicured mound and lightly directed my warm breath across it. She moaned with excitement and grabbed a handful of my hair trying to force my face into her open crotch in hungry anticipation. I resisted her spirited tugs and remained in control.



I ran my tongue up one side of her moist hairy mound just past her clit, and then did the same on the other side. Then I pressed my nose into the folded crevice of her snatch savoring her very intoxicating scent, then dragged my tongue from just above her asshole all the way up along the inside of her sweet lips and across the fleshy folds that concealed her fully erect clit.



Eager for more she slid hers hands across her lower abdomen into her crotch and spread her tasty pink pussy open wide with her fingers while her thumbs retracted the cumbersome slippery flesh that normally shrouded her throbbing clit. She wanted it bad and she made it very clear.



“Eat me you fucker! Lick my pussy.” she whimpered. Always eager to please a lady I eased my tongue into her honey coated hole. Her juices were sweet and tangy just like a good southern style barbecue sauce.



My nose pressed against her painted fingernails and my excited breath flowed from my nostrils across her exposed clit while my tongue softly parted the tender yummy folds of her wet pussy lips. I slowly licked their outer edges in the pattern of a horseshoe. She continued to moan and started stroking the tip of her clit with her index finger. Before long her plentiful juices began pooling up behind that soft shiny narrow ribbon of pink tissue that separated her pussy and her ass.



She humped my face wildly grinding her clit against my teeth and upper lip. I quickly got the message and placed my tongue firmly against her aching love button. Her entire body trembled as I began to suck hard on her clit. Her ass cheeks quivered in my hands and her belly tensed with delight as the intensity of my sucking increased.



“That’s it Baby, suck my clit.” she moaned. Twice I brought her to the edge with my sucking only to stop seconds before she went off, so that I could plunge my hungry tongue deeply back into her wetness. She was ready to come and my teasing was about to end. Her juices were overflowing natures built in reservoir and cascading slowly across the forbidden puckered opening of her asshole.



I placed my thumb firmly against her slippery nubbin and worked it back and forth across it, massaging form left to right before I placed my lips against her clit again and began to hickey suck her rigid nubbin. Within seconds she was pounding the top of the table with one hand and shoving my face hard against her twat with the other.



My lips pressed her clit firmly against her pelvic bone. Her mound now enveloped my nectar coated face. She let out a prolonged scream that subside to a pleasure-riddled whimper then went limp on the table. The room was completely quiet except for the sound of her heavy breathing.



Before she completely regained her senses I pulled her to the edge of the table, lifted her to a sitting position and kissed her deeply on the lips letting her taste her own sweet juices. She responded with by shoving her tongue deep into my mouth. She reached down for my upright cock, balancing on the edge of the table.



Maggie muttered a broken “Oh-h-h-h!” as her trembling fingers guided me into her soaking snatch. She was so wet I went in all the way in up to my balls on the very first thrust. She rocked her head back and squeezed my neck. She then placed her heels behind my ass and pulled me closer and deeper as we kissed. My balls came to rest against the cool edge of the table.



I kissed her hard nipples as she leaned back delirious with excitement. I worked my cock rhythmically in and out of her soggy twat. It was hot, tight, and very wet. Wanting to get even deeper inside her I looked around for a better place to lay her heaving body. I picked her up in my arms and headed towards a small and empty round bar table across the room.



She wrapped her legs around me as I walked towards the corner table with my cock still inside her. The table was just big enough to lay her flat on her back. Her head was supported nicely while her ass hung over the other side by just a couple inches. It was just the right height for me to get some great leverage and still fuck her flat footed.



As I lowered her to the table she quickly caught on. She reached down and placed her hands behind her knees. She pulled her legs back spreading them wide to give me total access to her dripping love canal. She pulled them back as far as she could as I prepared to enter her. I teased her at first by slapping the underside of my hard wet cock against her mound then pushing it up through her pubic hair like a snake in the grass.



Her pubes were saturated with the sticky margarita drink. I pulled my cock back slowly dragging it across her clit as I went before sticking just the head of it inside her steamy slit. She gasped as I rocked back on my heels then rolled forward again, moving just the tip in and out over and over again. I started sliding a little deeper inside her slippery socket with every eager thrust that followed. I was almost half way in when her body tensed and her legs grabbed my waist. Eager for more, she flexed her well-toned thighs and roughly pulled me deep inside her. The head of my cock bumped hard against her tender cervix as my sticky balls pressed against her soggy ass cheeks.



I reached back and unlocked her ankles freeing her tangled legs. I placed my hands behind her knees and pushed them back firmly against her chest and hoisted her feet high into the air. I began deep stoking her hungry twat. I began to gyrate my hips in a circular and then slammed them up and down hard into her.



Before long her soaking pussy was making that somewhat embarrassing but very sexy sloppy squishing sound reminiscent of running barefoot through the mud. Maggie’s tits floated up and back on her chest with every full-length thrust of my plunging pelvis. She moaned, huffed and cussed for almost ten minutes according to the neon clock on the wall.



I was beginning to grow a little exhausted and my calves were on the verge of cramping when she finally got the “Big O”. She grabbed the edges of the table with both hands, lifted her head, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and let out a long satisfying moan. I watched intently as her abdomen muscles constricted and her pussy tightened around me. She was cumming and cumming hard.



Maggie grimaced then shuddered as every muscle in her body convulsed. After a few seconds she collapsed with a tiny thud as her head and shoulders fell back against the table. Her arms flailed uncontrollably at her sides.



With her needs now fulfilled, I grabbed her waist and continued slamming my cock into her inviting snatch with reckless abandon. Maggie only whimpered and gasped while I pummeled her steamy twat. In less than a minute I was ready to explode. She must have sensed my impending eruption and she began to coax me

“That’s it baby, come! Come on my tummy!” she begged through her mental haze.



My orgasm was at hand, building deep within my loins. My balls ached, and my asshole tightened as the moment rapidly approached. The room went dark and my head spun as my hot creamy load began surging through my cock. I jerked back and pulled out. I grabbed my cock and lunged forward as cum began pulsing from its pink swollen head.



With the first burst I shot a huge hot stream across her belly button and up onto her breasts. The second fell short of her tits and splattered against her rib cage. The rest of my load, three or four ample blasts, surged from my cock and fell onto her still heaving lower abdomen. I squeezed every drop that I could from my once full balls onto her tanned naked body.



Maggie was splattered with cum from her tits to her clit. Her body was motionless except for her heaving chest. I pressed my balls against her sticky battered mound and laid my cock, still rigid but rapidly shrinking, on her belly allowing the last few sweet drops of my cum to ooze from its tender tip, smearing my load across her belly from left to right. That’s when we both heard a startling noise



“Bravo! Well done!” a voice in the darkness said. The voice was accompanied by the sound of a single pair of hands clapping, came from the darkness across the room. It was a woman’s voice. Breathing heavily we both turned to see who was there. A naked Nicole emerged from the darkness still clapping.



“The money shot was really great but could we do it again? Only this time over here.” she asked, pointing at her flat lean belly as she leaned back against the bar.



“How long have you been there?” asked Maggie.



“Hmmm, let’s see, ever since; that’s it suck my clit.” said Nicole. Obviously embarrassed a silent Maggie wiped a large splatter of cum from her breast with a cocktail napkin. Turning to face Nicole she asked her what she needed.



“Nothing!” responded the blonde very gruffly, “I heard screaming and was I just concerned about your well being. The back door was open.” I stepped back and Maggie slid still quivering off the edge of the table and placed her feet on the floor.



“So how about it cowboy, have you got another money shot in you?” asked Nicole.



“I don’t think so.” I replied as I pulled Maggie’s cum drenched body to mine and kissed her. “You see we’re just getting started.” Obviously frustrated by the spurned advance Nicole turned and headed towards the door.



“If you change your mind I’m in cottage number nineteen. I’ll be there the rest of the night,” she said shaking her hot naked ass as she left.



“Some times I hate that sexy little bitch.” said Maggie after Nicole left, thanking me for not going with her.



“Don’t thank me, I wasn’t lying, we’re not finished yet.” I told her with a playful smack on the ass.



We turned out the lights, locked the clubhouse and headed for the shower house. The rain had eased dramatically to just a light drizzle by then so we took our time and walked slowly arm in arm past the tennis court through the mud.



“That sounds familiar.” laughed Maggie biting me playfully on the nipple as we walked. We showered away the sticky remnants of our margaritas and money shot then plotted our next move.



“Your cottage or mine?” I asked.



“Let’s go to mine, I’m in eighteen, right next to Nicole.” she said.



“O.K. lets go.” I said; crouching to coax her to hop up on my back.



“Piggy back?” she asked with a loud giggle.



“Of course!” I replied. She hopped up and I grabbed the backside of her thighs.



With her arms around my neck, her tits pressed firmly against my shoulders and her pubic hair brushing against the small of my back we headed out. The slow sensuous walk to her cottage with her lower calves rubbing against my cock was almost enough to get me hard again. When we arrived I sat her down on the edge of the bed and pulled her tightly against me. I kissed her long and deep. She got up, grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and opened the windows while I collapsed on the bed with my feet near the headboard and my head at the foot of the bed.



She playfully leaned forward across my body and placed the cold beer bottle against my balls. I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. Her face pressed against my cock and her pussy hovered invitingly above me. Taking advantage of the situation I hoisted her right leg over my head and positioned her sexy ass squarely above my face.



She lifted my cock to her lips and began to softly suck it. I pressed my nose against her asshole and wiggled my tongue slowly and methodically into her sweet twat. We engaged in a wicked and at times extremely loud sixty-nine that ended with her tasty juices smeared all over my face and my tasty, but considerably smaller load pulsing down her throat.



Afterwards she turned around and lay down beside me. After a two-hour nap I awoke to her warm wet tongue encircling my nipple and her hand trying to coax my cock back to life. I pulled her over on top of me and kissed her. She straddled me and gently began rocking her hips, rubbing her short bristly bush back against my cock.



I squeezed her ass cheeks and sucked on her nipples until my cock began to harden once more. She sat upright then reached back behind her and massaged my balls until my fully erect penis rested firmly between her ass cheeks. Balancing on one knee she adjusted her position and prepared herself for my much anticipated penetration.



She eased slowly down onto my tender, but still more than willing cock. We fucked long and slow for what seemed like hours before simultaneous orgasms became a prelude to some much needed rest. We fell asleep after each of us had achieved our third orgasm.



The morning sun found us still in each other’s arms with her hand on my balls with mine still resting on her sexy ass. I spent most of the next day cat napping and sleeping by the pool as the holiday crowd began to arrive. I stopped and talked to Maggie that afternoon and we both agreed that we would have to enjoy ourselves together again.



I waited by the pool all day Friday and most of the day on Saturday hoping that Carrie, the auburn haired beauty that had given me the tremendous blowjob in the woods might arrive. Just before dark I stepped into the hot tub with a young couple and a single older woman. I introduced myself and we began to chat.



Ten or fifteen minutes after I sat down a pair of familiar hands began softly rubbing my shoulders from behind. I turned to see Carrie, naked of course, and looking even better than the week before. She said hello and stepped into the tub to join us. It wasn’t too long before her hand discreetly began stroking my cock below the waterline which bubbled beneath her erect nipples.



Over the next twenty minutes or so, the others in the hot tub exited one by one, leaving just the two of us. The grounds were overflowing now with nakedness and the crowd seemed much friendlier than usual. Carrie recommended that we grab a bite to eat and retire to my cottage. We stepped from the tub and dried ourselves off before heading to the clubhouse. A much older woman was behind the bar.



“Where’s Margaret tonight?” asked Carrie.



“She’s got the night off.” replied the woman over the loud music. We placed an order to go, grabbed a couple beers, and then found a table to sit and talk while we waited for our order. The dance floor was crowded with naked bodies undulating everywhere.



We grabbed our chicken dinners and headed off to my cottage. When we got there Carrie placed the dinners on the tiny table and kissed me deeply with a great deal of tongue. Her large full breasts pressed against my chest as I caressed her smooth round ass.



“Dinner is going to get cold, don’t you like it hot?” I asked her.



“You have no idea how hot I like it.” she replied dragging her middle finger across my left nipple. We sat down and had our dinner while we listened to the radio and talked some more. I found out that Carrie was just out of college with a degree is business management and that her mother and father, Jan and Bob, actually owned the resort. She told me that she had grown up in a nudist family.



What I didn’t find out until later was just how insatiable she could be. We finished our meal and strolled down to the shower house to freshen up before we got busy. Carrie maintained a great deal of eye contact with me entire time while I struggled not to focus too long on her gorgeous body. I was sensuously washing Carrie’s thick beautiful hair when in walked Maggie and another man.



We said our friendly hellos and exchanged idle conversation along with a few teasing glances. The situation was very cordial and nothing like I feared it might be. Carrie and I finished our showers, said goodbye and headed for the door.



“Keep an eye on him Carrie, he’s a handful Honey.” said Margaret teasingly.



Carrie squeezed the cheek of my ass and replied; “He better be more than a handful if wants to play with me.”



As soon as we reached the doorway to the cottage Carrie was all over me, rubbing my chest and shoulders with one hand while rubbing my cock with the other. I kissed her gently and began to fondle her large heavy breasts. She slipped away from me long enough to turn out the lights and light up some sexy tropical scented candles that she confessed she had planted in my cottage earlier before she joined my in the hot tub.



As she turned from lighting the last of the three candles I placed my hands against her shoulders and pushed her slowly down onto the bed collapsing on top of her. Her breasts settled slightly to her sides as our mouths met. I began eagerly exploring her warm naked body, squeezing her tits and sucking softly on her large dark nipples as her fingers combed seductively through my hair.



My cock pressed against her upper thigh. I ran my hand down over her abdomen until my fingers reached the fringe of her thick dark pubic hair. Her legs parted like a pair of French doors allowing my fingers to knead the soft meaty lips of her already wet pussy. She moaned softly as I ran the palm of my hand flatly over her swollen mound.



She reached for my cock and slid her hand along the under side of it’s shaft and began to stroke it with a flashlight type grip.



“O-h-h-h, Yes!” she groaned as I ran my fingers over her hairy mound again and slid them between the succulent pink lips of her snatch, penetrating the soft but dense bristle of her bush as I searched for her rapidly growing clit. She placed her right hand over mine and pressed it firmly against her firm swollen mound guiding my fingers to just the right spot while I continued licking and sucking her hard impressive nipples. Her skin was soft and golden brown. She smelled sweet like coconut and tasted like vanilla.



Eager to sample all that she had to offer, I climbed off her and knelt on all fours beside her on the bed. I dragged my hot wet tongue slowly downward across her firm flat tummy towards her beautiful twat. I pulled at the northern edge of her pubic hair with my teeth while I stroked the inside of her thighs with my open hands.



Soon my face was buried deep between her long tanned legs, and my lips were pressed against the soft dark edges of her meaty pussy lips. I began to rub her ass with my hands and she started moving softly beneath me. She threw her arms back behind her head as my probing tongue explored more and more of her succulent twat. She squeezed my head with her thighs and moaned loudly as I eagerly licked her tasty hole.



I wanted to take full control, unlike the last time we were together, so I climbed up onto the bed and hoisted my left leg across her body, straddling her chest facing towards her feet. Carrie spread her legs wide as I slid my hands up along the inside of her thighs until my thumbs and index fingers framed her hungry snatch. Carrie brought her arms from behind her head and placed her hands on the front of my upper thighs. She pulled my ass back towards her face and raised her head up off the mattress.



I wiggled a bit sliding my ass carefully towards her face until my balls made contact with her chin. She reached up and placed her hands flat against my ass cheeks. I felt her fingers tugging them apart to reveal my asshole as my tightly clinched nut sack moved closer to her hot wet tongue. I could feel her warm breath flowing softly upward between my parted ass cheeks



Carrie began kissing the backside of my balls as I continued to devour her hungry snatch. I placed my arms straight out over my head and told Carrie to lift her ankles into the air. She quickly hoisted her legs. I pulled my arms back until my elbows rested against the underside of her thighs and I wiggled them into perfect position against the backside of her knees.



By pressing my elbows firmly back as if I were swimming, I managed to spread her legs even farther which made her pussy gape open like a jack in the box to meet my dripping tongue. I grabbed her sexy ass with both hands, squeezing and spreading her cheeks with my fingers as Carrie began running her warm wet tongue upward along the backside of my balls towards the tightly puckered ring of my ass.



My fingers wasted little time moving their way upward to the outskirts of her eager twat. I slowly tugged at her pink meaty folds to expose the opening her slippery wet orifice and her gumdrop sized clit, both of which were covered with a sweet shiny, heavenly scented glaze that sparkled in the flickering candlelight and made my cock twitch with wild anticipation.



The combination of Carrie’s hot breath and talented tongue had relaxed my scrotum to the point that my balls were dangling freely above her face. So freely that she was lifting them one at a time with her tongue and letting them slowly roll off the tip and down across her chin. She mouthed at my balls softly then kissed her way slowly and knowingly upward along my bulging perineum.



I had purposely positioned my body atop Carrie in a manner that didn’t allow her any access to my rigid cock, which was still pressing against her chest. I was going to the one to decide where my load went this time! It was my turn to tease. Carrie reached around my legs and squeezed her impressive tits together enveloping the entire length of my rigid shaft between them.



I instinctively began to pump the soft warm fold between her breasts. Her hard nipples rubbed against my lower abdomen. Soon tiny clear droplets of pre-cum were emerging from the tip of my cock and dribbling between her tits. Carrie tried valiantly to reach them with her tongue but without success. I licked her twat until a large wet spot began to appear on the pristine cotton sheets beneath her trembling ass. Afraid that I might deposit my load on her breasts instead of inside her hot steamy snatch in an untimely fashion, I climbed off of her and stepped down off the bed. I knelt on the floor beside the bed and grabbed her roughly by the ankles, pulling her to me. She responded by pulling her knees back towards her chest to display her hot sexy ass which was now resting at the edge of the bed.



I hovered over her briefly caressing her tits as I pressed my upright cock against her puffy wet mound. She moaned and ground her hips pressing her hot humid cunt against my throbbing cock. I leaned forward and kissed her on the tummy before I pressed the head of my cock against the parted wet lips of her dripping pussy. She spread her shapely legs even wider in anticipation, sending me an unspoken signal that she needed me inside her.



Wrapping my fingers around the bottom of my shaft and pressing my thumb against the topside, I eased almost a third of my hard, thick eight inch cock inside her. She moaned with pleasure and grabbed the sheets, curling her fingers tightly as the next gentle push from my pelvis installed more than half its rigid length inside her.



After just a few more strokes my entire member was buried inside her hot wet hole and my balls rested against the now shiny and wet cheeks of her hot round ass. She rocked her hips with pleasure as I grabbed her ankles, hoisted her legs skyward and began stroking her long and deep. Her warm wet hole felt fantastic. I soon placed my hands on her waist and began to establish a steady fucking rhythm.



I was both turned on and amazed by the way the curtain like lips of her well lubricated pussy clung to the shaft of my cock like a fine leather chamois clings to the freshly washed surface of an Italian sports car. Her eyes were glassy and her mouth was open. Her body moved up and backatop the mattress. Her nipples again became fully erect and her huge tits rocked back and forth keeping perfect time with the rhythm of my powerful thrusts.



Carrie began to twist her upper body as she worked her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Before very long she was warning me of her impending orgasm. Her fingernails dug into my love handles pulling me closer and deeper as I took her right up to, but not over the threshold and then stopped.



“Oh, fuck. Don’t stop!” she begged. “I was almost there you Bastard.” Promising not to stop when she got close again, I hoisted her legs into the air once more until her calves looked like goal posts. I entered her again and began pounding her hot gaping snatch. In no time at all her breathing became erratic and her head rocked from side to side. I slowed my strokes to a crawl and she sighed with pleasure.



“That’s it slow and deep.” she pleaded with a lust filled grunt of approval. I eased more and more of my vein bulging cock into her until I was balls deep again. She screamed uncontrollably and smacked my chest with her open hand. “A-h-h-h!” she screamed just before I pulled my cock completely out. “You’re such a fucking tease!” she whined.



“Let’s do it doggy style.” I said smacking her firmly on her elevated ass cheek. Eager for release she rolled over and eased her hot horny ass back to the edge of the bed on all fours and spread her knees apart. I stood up behind her and stepped up to her dripping snatch. I placed both my hands on her buttocks, fingers to the sides and pulled her cheeks apart with my thumbs then eased forward sliding my hard throbbing cock into her hot needy hole another time.



Carrie enjoyed being taken from behind and quickly became very excited. She began meeting my thrusts with her own doubling the amount of sexual inertia that we created every time our blood gorged organs met.



“Fuck me you bastard.” she mumbled over the sound of her sweet meaty ass cheeks slamming back hard against my pelvis.



Her awesome breasts hung from her chest and swung like the pendulum on a Swiss clock as I banged her mercilessly from behind. She dropped down onto her elbows slightly changing my angle of penetration. It was the little something extra she needed to push her over the edge. She began trembling and her breathing became broken as her orgasm neared.



All at once and without warning, her body tensed as she let out a broken scream, and slammed her ass back hard against my pelvis. I shoved my cock in as I deep as I could and stopped, my hands clinching her tightly around the waist. Her hips gyrated against my pelvis as she sucked for air. A wave of warm liquid began flowing down across my balls towards the inside of my thighs.



After the fury of her orgasm began to subside, I pulled my cock slowly out of her quivering hole. She managed to push herself upright still wobbly onto her knees. Shaking slightly, she leaned back against my chest. Her ass cheeks pressed against my hard slippery cock. I brushed her long sexy hair to one side and kissed her softly on the back of the neck. She shivered as I kissed my way slowly down over her right shoulder.



“Did you come Baby?” I asked softly knowing full well the answer.



Carrie took my left hand and placed it on her left breast and my right hand on her tummy. I pulled my hips back slightly and slid my candy coated cock between her slightly parted thighs until the top of my hard slippery shaft pressed up against her dripping slit and the swollen spongy head bumped her now super sensitive clit.

My penis, when fully erect, is just over five inches long. This is, I know, on the small side, with average length usually said to be six inches, Then again, I wonder about such statistics. Men, if asked about the size of their members for some sexological survey will surely tend to exaggerate, and while I see lots of huge cocks in porn, I certainly see a lot that don’t look any bigger than mine. It’s also true that, when fucking girls, I have occasionally gone too deep into their vaginas, and hurt them. So it seems to that my dick is big enough for the job. I’m quite happy with the size of it, anyway.



I’m also happy that I’m circumcised. I simply don’t like the look of uncircumcised pricks. When I was at school, most of the kids were circumcised like me. The exceptions were some Lebanese boys. When I saw their uncircumcised dicks in the toilets I was quite shocked. At the time, I didn’t actually know that I had been circumcised, of course. I just thought that Lebanese dicks were different.



In its natural state, my balls and the base of my penis are covered with black hair, but these days I mostly keep it shaved. Dicks look much better shaved, I think, and my wife certainly agrees. I also always make sure I shave before making one of my frequent trips to my favourite nude beach. If people want to see my penis, I want to be sure they get as good a view of it as possible.



As you can tell from that, I’m now quite an exhibitionist. I was very different as a kid though. I was incredibly modest about my body, and went to great lengths to ensure that no-one ever saw my penis. I remember once when I was on a school retreat. We were lining up to have a shower with only towels wrapped around our waists. My best friend, who was also the class clown and the butt of many jokes, had his towel snatched away by another boy. I watched as he ran up and down the dormitory, trying to get it back, his dick flopping around ridiculously. I remember thinking how mortified I would have been if this had happened to me. A few minutes later, it was my turn to get into the shower with another boy, whose name was Les. I was extremely embarrassed of course (although I can’t deny that I looked at his dick). This was, I believe, the only time I was ever naked in front of another person during my schooldays (apart from one occasion when my grandfather came in to the bathroom and had a look at me in the shower).



But at the same time, the idea of being naked began to attain a certain thrill. I remember the first time I dared to take off all my clothes in the back garden. I ran across the lawn and into a clump of trees behind the garage, terrified that someone would see me. During the school holidays, I took to sunbathing in the yard and, when Mum was out shopping, would occasionally slip my shorts off and lie in the deckchair with the sweat dripping off me and the sun shining onto my dick and balls. I was sure the people who lived on either side of us would, at any moment, peer through the fence and see me, or that my mother would come home unexpectedly and catch me.



I had discovered masturbation at an early age. I remember, even before my first ejaculation, lying in bed toying with my dick – I loved the way I could push my balls up into my body and bring them out again. Soon I was masturbating two or three times a day.



One Christmas we went to stay on a farm. Behind the farmhouse, at a lower level and therefore not visible from it, ran a creek. I would go down to it each day, make sure no-one was coming, then strip off all my clothes and swim naked in it. I had a crush on an older girl named Margot at the time and I took to performing a ritual. I’d pick up one of the round, smooth stones which lined the creek bed and scratch a little love message to her on it. Then I’d masturbate, squirting my spunk onto the stone. I’d rub it onto the message and toss it into the river.



Being so shy as a kid, I was hopeless with girls. While I was at school, I only every took a girl on a date once, and I had never even really kissed a girl. As it turned out, the first time I kissed a girl properly, the first time I felts a girl’s breasts, and the first time a licked a cunt, all happened within the space of about an hour.



It was at a party towards the end of my first year at university. There was a girl named Louise there with whom I shared a few classes, and who I had been lusting after for a while (though of course I was too shy to try to chat her up). We both ended up pretty drunk, and somehow started to kiss each other.



Unfortunately my cock failed me that night. A combination of alcohol and the sheer momentousness of the occasion meant I couldn’t get hard enough to fuck. The truth was. I was so glad to finally get my hands on a girl’s naked body, I didn’t really care. That night, Louise became the first girl to handle and suck my penis, and I licked out her pussy, loving the taste of it, but we didn’t fuck properly until about a week later.



Louise and I had soon moved into a house together, and my cock continue to perform its duties. I don’t think it has ever gotten so hard again, or stayed hard for so long, as that first year or so of fucking Louise. She was a beautiful girl with long brown hair, olive skin, lovely breasts with puffy, pale brown nipples, a delicious cunt, and a smooth grey arsehole which I took great delight in licking and fingering. I don’t know what was best – doing her missionary style, so I had a perfect view of my cock plunging into her tight, brown-haired pussy, lifting my body up so the top of my painfully hard prick rubbed against her pubic bone; or doing her from behind, where I could part her buttocks and admire her anus as I screwed her. Both were equally good. Often at night, especially after we had been drinking and she was sleeping heavily, I would part her buttocks and lick her lovely arse. I usually ended by wanking myself until I came on her, then rubbed the sperm into her hole.



I thought that I would be with Louise forever, and made no attempt to fuck other girls until the end of our relationship, although I knew there were some who wanted me to.



Louise and I began to drift apart however and I left her for another girl, who was much more promiscuous, an exhibitionist who would try anything and was happy to let me fuck her up the arse, which Louise had never let me do. And there was an agreement that we could fuck other people. As my girlfriend – who became my wife and who is with me to this day – is also bisexual, we have had several threesomes with girls (it always feels amazing fucking another girl as she watches).



I now went through a serious period of trying to fuck every girl I could. My cock’s score so far is as follows. It has been handled by 11 girls, and sucked by nine of them. It has found its way into eight pussies and two arseholes. It has ejaculated onto the breasts of two girls, and onto the face of one. It has pissed into a girl’s mouth. And it has been sucked by one guy. Of course, I hope these numbers continue to grow.



Meanwhile, while I continue to fuck girls whenever the opportunity arises, I masturbate as much as ever. My cock demands attention at least once, often twice day, and failing to relieve it of some sperm leaves my mind awash with sex and incapable of doing anything else useful. Sometimes I resent this tyranny my penis has over me, but the pleasure I derive from pumping it as I view porn, or recall my sexual encounters in as much detail as I can muster, means the resentment never lasts long.



For years I’ve experimented with different masturbation techniques. Sometimes I tie up my cock after it’s hardened so that the blood is trapped in it and it bulges and turns purple, the veins sticking out on the shaft like cords (I have also fucked my wife – very pleasurably – with my cock tied like this). One day I shaved all the hair off my balls and the base of my cock for the first time, so that they were smooth like they had been when I was a little boy discovering masturbation. I was pleased with the increase in sensation that this brought about (another bonus was that when I was shaved my wife would take my balls in her mouth and suck them). After a couple of days the hair growing back would make my balls itch, but I found this quite pleasant and it gave me an erection when walking.



I also began to experiment with cock torture. My usual technique was to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, wanking until I was hard, then tie a cord tightly around the base of my scrotum. I would then fasten laundry pegs and bulldog clips to the engorged flesh until the skin became so tight I couldn’t get any more on (I found that a bulldog clip, fastened lengthwise along the base of the shaft, just behind the ‘V’ of the glans, particularly pleasurable). Taking hold of the ends of the cord which bound my genitals I would tug on it so my stinging cock and balls, heavily weighted with the clips and pegs, would bounce slowly up and down, my glans as red and shiny as an apple, the pain, especially of the bulldog clips, quite intense, until the spunk shot powerfully out of me and spattered in the sink.



On other occasions I would tie up my prick and slap it with my leather belt until both cock and balls were red and stinging. When we were fucking, I’d get my wife to treat my cock roughly, to pull and twist it as hard as she could, to not worry about hurting me.



Meanwhile, my feelings about my body were changing. When I was young, as I have said, I hated the idea of anyone seeing my genitals. But now I started to fantasise about being naked in public places.



My first steps in this direction came on an overseas holiday, when my wife and I were staying in a room without its own bathroom. The bathroom we had to use was on the second floor, a big white painted room with a bath and shower over it, and a large window, overlooking a fairly busy street, which was always kept open. While standing up and having a shower, there would have been a direct line of vision between you and the street – where people could be seen walking about 30 metres away – had there not been affixed to the wall on a hinge a pane of marbled glass by which, swinging it towards you, you could hide yourself.



As I stepped in to have a shower on my first day there, I instinctively moved the glass to cover myself, but as I was washing I thought about what it would be like to shower without doing this. The idea frankly terrified me. What if someone saw me from the street and then complained to the police, and they came to the hotel to make inquiries and – my paranoia running high here – I was thrown out of the country? Rather unlikely, I knew, but still possible, and the possibility was both frightening and exciting. That night, as I lay in bed, I made up my mind I was going to do it.



Next morning I arrived in the bathroom, a towel around my waist and my throat dry. I pushed the glass screen flat against the wall and, behaving as nonchalantly as possible, stepped into the bath and turned on the shower. I began to wash my hair, my back against the window, then turned around so that my cock was perfectly visible from the street. When I saw people walking along the pavement I had a powerful urge to turn around or cover myself, but I fought against it.



When I had finished washing I stepped out of the bath and towelled myself dry, walking past the window as I did so, then squatting on the floor I thought about what I had just done and wanked until I came. I repeated this every day I was at the hotel. I don’t know if anyone saw me.



One evening I was walking home from work when I was overcome by a feeling of lust. I stopped and looked around. There were lights on in the houses but I couldn’t see anyone, and there were no cars on the road. I unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out. Feeling both scared and excited I continued to walk down the street with it hanging out. I passed houses with their doors open, whose occupants, had they been looking out of them at the moment I passed, could have seen me like this.



I have repeated this act many times now. I usually begin by going to a secluded spot where I take my cock out and masturbate until I’m hard. I ease my balls out of my pants too, so that my genitals are entirely outside my clothing. I walk along, my stiff cock bobbing up and down. If a car approaches, or I see someone up ahead, I momentarily cover myself with my briefcase. At some point I stop and masturbate until I come.



One night, after alcohol had given me courage, I stripped naked, went to the front door and opened it. It was about three o’clock in the morning and my wife was asleep in the bedroom. I stepped out, walked to the front gate, and looked up and down the street. It was brightly lit by street lights but very quiet, with no lights showing in the houses. Up at the end of the street, the occasional car drove past. I opened the gate and stepped onto the pavement.



It was the first time I had ever been completely naked out in the open like this, and I found it exhilarating. I began to pull my cock, turning this way and that. I thought about people looking out their windows and seeing this pervert, and calling the police, and how risky it was doing this right outside my house, but that made it more exciting. So far I had been shielded by parked cars to some extent, but now I walked past them and stood in the middle of the street with my feet apart (I remember the feeling of the road under my bare feet), my cock really stiff now, and wanked unashamedy until I came, my sperm hitting the road with a loud ‘splat!’



I have since ventured out naked like this several times. In my boldest effort, I walked right to the end of my street one night, past some twenty houses, masturbating all the way. I came to a factory with a chain link fence and stuck my cock through it (I remember the rough feeling of the wire on the base of my balls).



My growing exhibitionism had another outlet in photography. Back when I was with Louise, I persuaded her to let me take a photo of her lying on our bed wearing only a white camisole, her tits and pussy bare. Afterwards, she tried to take a photo of me naked as well, but I cupped my hand over my dick so that nothing showed in the picture she finally took. The idea that there would be a photo of me with my cock showing which someone might find was unthinkable to me at the time.



But one day I decided I needed to take just such a photo. These were the days before digital photography, so I had to use my Polaroid camera. I taped it to the side of a chair in the lounge room, stripped off my clothes, and stood in front of the camera with one foot on the coffee table so there would be a good view of my cock and balls, which I had shaved.



I hid the resulting photo, which showed my face as well, away in a book. At first I was sort of embarrassed about it and worried someone would find it. I would take it out and look at it, at my nakedness, and sometimes I masturbated to it. Is it perverse to masturbate looking at yourself? I suppose it is. (Then again Salvador Dali, a great expert on wanking, recommended that you always do it in front of a mirror). There is obviously an exhibitionistic thrill that motivates a lot of people who are into porn. I wonder if there are any women who masturbate looking at pornographic images of themselves in magazines or on the Net. I’m sure some of the men in porn wank to their own videos.



The fact is, as no doubt the reader has noticed, I like my cock. I like to look at it, and stroke it, and see it disappear into a girl’s mouth or pussy or – best of all – her arsehole. I have said that I’m happy with the size of it, but there is one reason that I would like it to be bigger – how I would love to be one of those guys who are big enough, and flexible enough, to suck themselves off! Sometimes I dream that I’m able to do this. There’ll I’ll be, doubled up, my hard cock in my mouth. It’s the most wonderful feeling. I’ll wake up feeling ecstatic – I can do it! – and then I realise that I can’t.



Not happy with having just the one photo, I began to build up a collection of photos of my penis in various stages of erection. I took photos of it tied up, my balls round and shiny. While searching the net, I came upon a notice by a guy offering to send photos of his wife to other men, on the condition that they send photos back of them ejaculating on to her. I was happy to oblige him.



One day, in a lascivious mood, I stripped naked, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went into the backyard. A train line ran along the back of it, so that those people sitting on the top level of a train, and looking out the window at the right time, could see straight down into it.



Slipping the towel off, I stood in the middle of the yard, wanking myself until I was hard, then took some photos of my erection. When I heard a train’s rumbling approach, I quickly covered myself with the towel. But then I grew bolder. I laid the towel out on the ground and lay on my back on top of it. As the next train passed, and several after that, I lay there in full view so that anyone glancing out of the window at the right moment would have seen me.



After a while I stood up again. There was a pile of yellow sand in one corner of the garden – we had been doing some building work – and I went and knelt in front of it. I took a handful of sand and let it drop on my stiff prick, then rubbed it roughly onto it, then standing up again jerked off until I ejaculated. I finished by taking a photo of me pissing on the ground.



I had, I should explain, been taking nude photos of my wife from almost the beginning of our relationship (I had even inherited some of her taken by her previous boyfriend), but now persuaded her to let me take more hardcore pics of her, including some of her playing with and sucking my penis. One night, after taking a few such shots, I handed her the camera and lay on the bed with my legs apart. “Take a photo of my cock,” I said. She did as I asked. For the first time I really felt like a porn model.



At first, as I had done with that initial photo of me naked, I hid these pictures away. But then, as my inhibitions continued to decline, I began to post them on the net. At first I obscured my wife’s face on these, but after while I didn’t even do that. Inspired by the guy who had sent me the pic of his wife, I emailed pictures of mine with her pussy spread open to other men, who sent in return shots of them ejaculating onto her image. It thrilled me that strangers were looking at my wife’s tits and pussy. (She had, and still has no idea that I have done this.) I also posted my cock on a number of gay sites.



This brings me to the subject of other men’s cocks. Now, in my earlier years, while I never had anything against homosexuality, I considered myself straight and solely attracted to women. As an adolescent, my chief source of porn was girlie magazines. Later, I graduated to hardcore videos, and loved to watch men and women fucking, but my interest remained in the women.



I only ever came close to having a homosexual experience once. My wife and I were at the pub one night when we got to talking to a younger guy with long curly black hair, whose name was, appropriately enough, Rod. My wife asked if we could take him home with us because she wanted to fuck him, and eventually I said yes. So we went back to our place and had a few more drinks.



The next thing I knew I was lying on my belly, naked, on my bed, and felt something pushing against my arse. I realised that Rod was trying to push his cock into me. I panicked. For a start I wondered whether he was wearing a condom (next day, I found a used one next to the bed, so he was) but mostly I just wasn’t ready for this. I raced out of the bedroom and shut myself in the spare bedroom next door.

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