Cute Girls

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I awoke, confused, to the sounds of nearby sex, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. ‘Where am I?’ I thought. Then it suddenly came back to me, the wonderful, lust-filled night I had spent with Sharon and Jim. I rolled my head to the side and saw the source of the sounds. Jim was fucking Sharon doggy style on the other side of the bed. From the sounds she was making it was evident that he was doing a very good job of it. I laid there watching, enjoying my voyeuristic reverie until the pressure on my bladder forced me to leave the warmth and comfort of the bed.

As I got out of bed, I noted the time on the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was almost 9:00. I had slept later then I had in months. ‘A well deserved sleep in,’ I thought.

I silently slid into the adjoining bathroom, attempting to not disturb Jim and Sharon’s early morning fuck. Sharon cried out, signaling her joyous release, as I closed the door. I quickly relieved the pressure on my bladder. I was pleasantly surprised that my pussy was not as sore as I had thought it might be. There was a dull ache that served as a pleasant reminder of the previous evening’s libidinous festivities. I did feel well and truly fucked and was marvelously happy about it. I reflected on the fact that this was a feeling I wouldn’t mind having on a more regular basis.

I slipped into the shower and washed the remnants of the previous night’s activities from my slightly achy body. The warm water helped work out some of the tightness in muscles that had rarely been put through such a strenuous workout. After drying off, I found a new tooth brush that had been left out for me and also took advantage of the disposable douche that Sharon must have thoughtfully left for me as well. Feeling refreshed and almost human I quietly slipped back into the bedroom to check on the status of my lovers’ sunrise sex.

My timing was perfect. Jim was depositing his load into his wife’s cunt as I entered. She was apparently enjoying her own orgasm as he filled her with his seed. Their mingled sounds of release greeted my ears as I slid back into bed. I smiled as I recalled the joy that had accompanied my own enjoyment of his sexual talents only a few hours before.

I softly caressed both of them, making them aware of my presence. Sharon slumped forward from her position on her knees onto her belly. Just a hint of her husband’s load gleamed on her still engorged labia. His cock, suddenly left exposed to the air, shined with a fine coat of their combined juices.

Watching the conclusion of their early morning sexual aerobics relit the fire in my own pussy and gave me an idea. Finally speaking, I said, “I hope you don’t mind if I volunteer for clean up duties this time.”

“Mmmmm, no sweetie, go right ahead,” Sharon moaned.

I leaned over and took Jim’s slowly deflating cock in my mouth and twirled my tongue around it. I was rewarded by the exquisite co-mingled flavors that remained. I could taste both the distinct male and female flavors and at the same time the mixture of the two had its own unique characteristics. It was if the two mingled flavors complemented each other in a marvelous way. Sharon, having recovered slightly, rolled over and was watching me. She smiled as I sample their essence on her husband. I allowed his cock, now a mere shadow of it former glory, to slide from my lips and I smacked them with a satisfied grin on my face. I moved to Sharon and positioned myself between her spread thighs. A much larger meal awaited me there.

I attempted to copy the slow gentle technique she had used on me the night before. I started on her thighs, licking the musky, viscous juices that coated her soft flesh. In addition to the taste was a heady aroma of sex that seemed to permeate the air between her thighs. I breathed deep and allowed this aroma to permeate my nose and sinuses, absorbing it with all of my olfactory nerves and tried to commit it to memory. My tongue and lips moved on to her labia, licking up the dew deposited there. My actions resulted in soft moans from Sharon as my tongue licked and then my lips sucked at her flesh. A pearly white, slightly frothy trail of thick liquid oozed from the mouth of her pussy and down towards the rosebud of her asshole. It tantalized me and drew me towards it, urging me on to taste it. A quick swipe of my tongue collected it and I swirled it inside my mouth, savoring the taste. The taste, as well as the naughty joy of experiencing the remnants of their fucking drove me on. I delved into the chasm of her recently fucked pussy and my tongue strove to sample the residue of their love making. I twirled my tongue inside her after I pealed back the engorged petals of her labia with my fingers, collecting the juices there and pulled it back into my mouth. I could hear Sharon’s groans as I attempted to dive deeper into the void of her recently vacated pussy.

I had finally emptied her of everything that I was capable of obtaining. She drew me up beside her and we cuddled. Soft female flesh was pressed tightly against soft female flesh. My breast was pressed into one of hers and our legs intertwined. Our mouths met and she sampled the taste that still remained on my lips. I ran my fingers through her hair and finally settled into the nape of her gorgeous neck.

“Do you see now why I enjoy clean up duty,” she asked.

“Mmmm, yes, I think I definitely do,” I murmured.

We both fell silent and simply enjoyed the intimacy of holding each other for a few minutes. The warmth and tenderness of the moment was a nice contrast to the raw lust that I had experienced since allowing these people into my life.

My reverie was interrupted by Jim. I hadn’t even noticed that he had left us. He entered the bedroom, carrying a tray with two cups of coffee, a creamer and sugar bowl.

“Kim, I didn’t know how you took your coffee, so I went ahead and brought a little bit of everything,” he said.

“MMmmm, thank you. That’s very kind of you,” I replied.

“If you want to stay in bed for a while, that’s fine. I have breakfast cooking. It’ll take another 30 minutes or so,” he said.

“Such a wonderful lover, and a cook too? Be still my beating heart,” I said, giggling.

“Truth be known, Jim is an excellent cook and breakfast is one of his specialties,” Sharon said.

“Well, after last night, I think I may have worked up an appetite. I’ve already had an appetizer. It wasn’t very filling, but it certainly did wake up my taste buds,” I said.

My response got a gleeful smile from both Sharon and Jim. I instructed Jim on how I wanted my coffee and after delivering a cup to both Sharon and I, he returned to his culinary duties in the kitchen. Sharon and I plumped up some pillows and sat shoulder to shoulder against the headboard, sipping our coffee in silence.

“Kim, did you decide if you would like to spend the rest of the weekend here with us? We could go to the pool today and let you see what a nudist camp is like. That is, if you are up for it. No pressure. If not, we can just hang out here at the house,” Sharon said.

“I hadn’t really thought about it, until now,” I replied. “I’m a little more clear-headed now and I think that I would enjoy spending more time with you and Jim. I know I have really enjoyed the time I have spent with you so far.” I added, the meaning of my comment clear in the lecherous smile on my face.

“I’m sure you will enjoy your time here with us. I know you still have a lot of things you want to explore and experience and I think you might like some of our friends here that I can introduce you to. Some of the folks that are members and residents here are rather… uummm… open minded,” she said, pausing to take a sip of her steaming coffee. Going on, she said, “The nudist lifestyle is basically non-sexual. Its philosophy is based on the idea that the naked body is not sexual and that we can enjoy clothing free recreation without sexual hang-ups or implications. However, nudism does tend to attract some rather open minded folks such as swingers. There is definite overlap between the two lifestyles. We do tend to be discrete about it though and don’t rub our sexual activities in the face of the non-swinging nudists. Most nudists camps are family oriented but the kids that spend the night have a 10:00 curfew. It’s not unusual to find some adult activities taking place at the hot tub after 10:00.”

I sat there listening and absorbing the information that Sharon was dispensing while sipping my coffee. I did find Sharon’s alternative lifestyle very fascinating. About that time Jim reappeared and announced that breakfast was ready.

Breakfast was marvelous. We had ham, cheese, and mushroom omelets, accompanied by hash brown and biscuits with homemade strawberry preserves that Jim had obtained at a local roadside produce stand. We chased our breakfast with fresh squeezed OJ and another cup of aromatic coffee. Jim’s culinary skills lived up fully to Sharon’s claims. It was one of the best breakfasts I could recall ever having enjoyed.

After expressing my thanks to Jim for breakfast, Sharon and I started cleaning up. She brought up whether I wanted to stay for the rest of the weekend again. After reflecting on what else I needed to get accomplished over the weekend, I came to the conclusion that it was nothing that I couldn’t put off. I told her yes, that I would be happy to stay if it wasn’t too much trouble. She replied that it would be fun and no trouble at all. We then started planning what we would do for the rest of day. When asked if I was up for checking out the rest of the camp’s facilities, I wavered. As confident as I had been going into this weekend, I wasn’t sure if I was up to be seen naked in public. Sensing my uneasiness, Sharon said that I could wear one of her sarongs and take it at my own pace if I liked. Grasping at the compromise, I told her yes, that I would like to check out the rest of the camp.

After we had finished cleaning the kitchen and loading the dishwasher I went in search of my overnight bag. Finding it in the spare bedroom where it had been deposited the night before, I attempted to clean myself up and brushed my teeth again. Deciding to forego makeup, I brushed my hair and put it up in a pony tail. Sharon joined me as I was finishing up and brought me a wrap and a pair of sandals I could wear as we took our tour of the camp. I found my purse and extracted a pair of sunglasses in case they were needed. She grabbed a beach bag and we set off. Sharon informed me that Jim had already set out to make his rounds of the camp and to check in with the manager to make sure everything was OK.

As we walked out the door I noticed that the weather was going to be beautiful. The sun was bright, the sky clear, and it was warming up nicely. ‘The afternoon may turn out to be on the hot side, better suited to indoor activities’ I thought. Sharon and I climbed into a golf cart parked beside the house and began a short drive from their isolated house to a cluster of buildings I could see in the distance. We drove through what appeared to be a small trailer park. She explained that some of the members kept an RV at the camp as a weekend retreat and that some others lived on-site permanently in larger mobile homes. There was what looked like a small sub division on one side of the camp and she explained that the camp actually sold lots to some members that decided to build a home there. As we continued our drive, the cool morning air flowed around me. I was taken by how Sharon was so comfortable being nude in these surroundings. We saw a scattering of naked people out in their yards, mostly doing the day to day domestic activities such as attending to landscaping or taking out the trash. I was taken with how natural it all seemed. This could be any regular neighborhood except for the lack of clothing. I even saw some nude children playing in a yard as carefree as you would expect of kids their age. The adults I saw ranged across the entire gamut of humanity. Short, tall, young, old, thin, and heavy body types all seemed to be represented. I noticed that it was definitely not a beauty contest, although there were a few people that I would consider attractive. I also noticed a large number of golf carts parked around the various dwellings. Sharon explained that within the camp the carts were the preferred form of transportation. She also explained that there were several small cabins and some travel trailers that could be rented to members and out of town guests. I was somewhat surprised to find out that the camp was a vacation destination for visiting nudists. I had been to a few tropical vacation spots that had topless beaches, but the idea of nude vacationing was new to me.

I noticed my nipples had also hardened, not from arousal but from the cool breeze. I was reassured when I looked over at Sharon and noticed that her nipples were in the same condition. During the drive Sharon kept up a lively dialog, playing the tour guide and answering my occasional questions about the camp. She frequently waved and called out a hello to friends and acquaintances as we proceeded.

We finally reached the central complex of the camp. This was mostly made up of sports and recreational facilities grouped around a large swimming pool and club house. She explained that there was usually a Saturday night dance at the club house. There was also a softball field, something Sharon called a petanque court, a tennis court, a very large hot tub near the pool, a small gym where I saw a very well built man leaving with a towel draped around his shoulders, and lastly a couple of volleyball courts. I laughed when I saw the volleyball courts, flashing back to old reruns of MASH in which Trapper and Hawkeye had eagerly awaited the arrival of their nudist magazines featuring nude women playing volleyball. I suppose I was as guilty as most people of thinking of nudists with that sort of stereotype. Near the clubhouse was also a restaurant. I was somewhat surprised at this. I had never considered the idea of dining in the nude. This was all turning out to be an eye opening experience.

When we reached the pool, Sharon asked, “Would you like to check out the pool? Are you up to catching some sun?”

Feeling braver and slightly less nervous, I said yes and we dismounted the golf cart in a parking area that seemed to be designed for this type of vehicle and walked towards the pool. There was a scattering of a few early risers around the pool but it was still empty. Sharon waved at a few people and we soon found a couple of pool lounges off by themselves where we could have some privacy. At least until the pool began to fill up.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and untied the knot above my breasts holding the sarong in place. I removed the sarong, exposing myself to anyone that cared to look. It was a new experience for me and in some ways it was one that I found enjoyable. It was if the freedom that I felt had transported me to a new level of personal honesty. My eyes met Sharon’s and she smiled sweetly, as if completely understanding the range of emotions I was feeling.

“Here, you will need some of this,” she said, handing me a bottle of sun block. I gratefully accepted it, glad she had thought of it. Although I had a decent tan, the pale triangles over my breasts and hips clearly showed that sun had never seen those areas. Those were areas I definitely didn’t want sunburned. “We call new folks like you cotton tails like the rabbits,” she said, giggling and pointing at my blazing white ass. “That too shall pass,” she added.

It was still a little cool, but not unpleasantly so. It was cool enough, with a light breeze blowing, that we still had two sets of hard nipples on display for anyone that cared to look. Sharon acted as if it was no big deal so I tried not to worry about it. We settled in a comfortable chat, discussing a wide range of topics from day to day life to her and Jim’s swinging lifestyle. She made me feel very comfortable and as the day went on I became much less nervous about my nudity. Of course, having Sharon there, acting as if there was no difference between this and a day at the public pool helped a lot.

My front had gotten a lot of sun so I flipped over to get some sun there. Sharon offered to put some sun screen on my back and I accepted. Her slippery hands on my back, legs, neck, and ass felt wonderful. When she was done, she asked me to return the favor. I was happy to do so, and as I greased her up, I couldn’t help but flash back to our activities of the night before and earlier that morning. I felt my pussy quiver as I reflected on all the fantasy fulfilling experiences I had had in the last few hours. I was tempted to run my fingers a little deeper then necessary as I applied the sun block to her ass, but recalling her earlier warning about no public sex in the camp, I controlled my urge.

After finishing I laid back down on the lounge and turned my face towards her. “Your hands felt wonderful,” she said.

“So did yours” I replied. “I was tempted to run my fingers where I shouldn’t have.”

“As nice as that would have been, it wouldn’t have been appropriate,” she said.

“I know… that’s why I didn’t do it. It was hard to keep from touching you there,” I said.

“Believe me, I know the feeling,” she stated. “I felt the same way. If you want, me can go back to the house and take a nap this afternoon,” she said, smiling broadly at me.

“If it’s the kind of nap I think you are talking about, that would be great,” I replied, returning her smile.

An older couple settled into some lounge chairs nearby after saying hello to Sharon. She quickly changed the subject to a more mundane topic in case we were overheard. When a shadow was cast upon us, Sharon and I both rolled over to see who was there. There was a young woman standing there. She was very petite, like me, but that’s where the similarity ended. Her hair was dyed a bright red and her body was adorned with numerous piercings and tattoos. Her pussy was completely shaved and her breasts fairly small, perhaps a large A cup. If it wasn’t for the tats and piercings, I would have guessed her to be much younger then the early 20’s I took her for. Although her appearance was somewhat bizarre, I did find her to be very sexy.

“Hello Sharon, can I join you and your friend for a little while,” she asked.

“Hello to you too Amy, this is my friend Kim. Please pull up a chair,” Sharon replied.

After Amy and I exchanged hellos she sat down next to us. When the older couple got up and got in the pool she said, “Sharon, we’re having a little get together at our place tonight and we wanted to invite you and Jim, and Kim here if she is into it, to join us. I think you will know most of the people there. It’ll be all the usual suspects,” she said, followed by a giggle, almost like a little girl.

“OK, that sounds nice, let me touch base with Jim and talk it over with Kim. Can I let you know in a couple of hours?” Sharon asked.

“Sure that would be great,” Amy replied.

“What can we bring?” Sharon asked.

“Just the usual, whatever you want to drink, maybe a snack and of course bringing Kim along would be nice treat,” Amy said, smiling at me. The sexual connotation of her last remark was very clear.

“OK, I’ll be in touch,” Sharon said.

“Super. Well, I have more invites to deliver, so I’ll be off.”

“Talk to you later,” Sharon replied as Amy strode off.

“Well, you just got invited to your first swing party,” Sharon stated. “Do you think you are up for it?”

“I’m not sure, you had better fill me in on the details before I decide,” I replied, somewhat surprised by this sudden turn of events.

“Well first off, you are in no way obligated to go. We can just stay home tonight if you want to. I’m sure the three of us can have our own fun.”

“Would you and Jim go if I wasn’t here this weekend?” I asked.

“Probably, but that’s not really an issue for us. We’ll end up having fun whether we go or not,” she said, smiling.

“OK, so tell me about the hosts and the party itself. As you know, this is all pretty new to me. That’s not to say that I’m not intrigued by the possibility,” I said, trying to get the facts upon which to base my decision. I had always been a rather analytical person, both in my professional and personal life and I always liked to do some research and information gathering before making a decision.

“OK, the hosts. You met Amy of course. She grew up coming to the camp with her parents. I’ve known her almost all of her life. She’s really sweet. Don’t be put off by her physical adornments. She has a little bit of a wild child in her but otherwise is a wonderful person. Her parents are some of our oldest lifestyle friends. As a matter of fact, they are also partners in the camp. When she was old enough to learn the facts of life, her parents told her that they were swingers and explained it all to her. So, in a way, she has not only grown up as a nudist but also aware of swinging. She’s not been in swinging that long, just a year or so. She got into it after she moved in with her boyfriend Mike, the other host. They live over there,” she said pointing to a cluster of mobile homes. Mike grew up coming out here too and is the handyman for the camp. We gave them a double wide trailer to live in as part of his salary. They have been together as a couple for many years. I guess you could say they were teen sweethearts.”

Sharon stopped for a minute, catching her breath and allowing me to absorb the information she had shared. “Will her parents be at the party?” I asked.

“No, that’s not something that either couple is comfortable with. At least not yet.” she said giggling. Besides, her parents are out of town this weekend. Most of their friends are younger than us, mostly in their 20’s and early 30’s. We’re sort of an exception to the rule. Amy and I have always had a weird connection. It’s hard to describe, part surrogate Mom, part Aunt, part big sister, part mentor and part friend. I guess you can throw in part lover to that mix in the last few years. I was her first female lover. I guess you could say I popped her cherry when it came to bi-sex.”

When she was 16 and decided she wanted to give Mike her virginity she came to me for advice about how to go about doing the deed. A little over a year ago, when she and Mike decided that they wanted to explore swinging they came to us. Jim and I sat them down and had a long talk about it. We discussed the pros, the cons, how to get started, and what to watch out for. Needless to say it was a far ranging conversation. When they decided they wanted to explore the lifestyle further, we took them to their first swing party. Now they are occasionally hosting their own parties. They usually like going to the swing clubs where they can dance and hang out with the younger couples but they do have an occasional party at home. We always get an invite, but don’t always attend. We have our own group of friends closer to our own age that we play with. Its not that we don’t like Mike and Amy’s friends, but other then sex we don’t have a lot in common with them. Not that we have a problem with the sex, mind you. It’s just that for us swinging is also a social lifestyle. For a lot of younger couples it’s mainly just about the sex. I’m not putting them down for their attitude; it’s just the stage they are at in their lives. I do enjoy their parties, but it’s something I have to be in the mood for. Jim will be all for it, he likes fucking the young women and they like being with an attractive, experienced, and skilled older man. The men there are long on energy, but sometimes short on experience. Sometimes energy can be fun though,” she said, smiling and obviously reflecting on a few of her favorite trysts.

“OK, I think I understand,” I said. “What about the party? What can I expect?”

“Let’s get in the pool, I need to cool off.” Once immersed, she continued the discussion. The cool water felt refreshing after the increasingly warm sun. “Let me explain the rules first, there are basically only five of them at this kind of party. First, no means no, with no exceptions. That’s an absolute, but if you do turn someone down, try do be polite about how you do it. If they don’t take no for an answer, which is unusual, just let someone know. They will be shown the door. Second, if a bedroom door is closed, the occupants don’t want to be disturbed. Third, even if the door is open, don’t dive right in. Ask before joining people that are already playing. Four, if you do drugs, do them at home and don’t make your friends share the risk. Five, social drinking is fine, drunks are not. If you have to get drunk to have a good time, then you are at the wrong party.”

“OK, that seems reasonable. What about condom use?” I asked.

“That’s up to the people involved. It’s reasonable to ask someone to use one but if you do, be prepared to provide your own.”

“Wow, I’m going to school here.”

“Hehehehe, yea I know what you mean. You are getting the cram course.”

“What about unattached singles like me? Will I be accepted?”

“Most party hosts, but not all, readily accept unattached, especially bisexual, women. They help take up the slack when the guys are recuperating,” she said, giggling. “Single guys are a case by case situation, depending on the hosts. There won’t be any problem with you in this group. The girls and guys will love you. I think Amy especially took a liking to you.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“Yeppers, I sure do. She had that look in her eye. I have a feeling you’ll like her. Mike too. For a guy his age he’s a pretty darned good lover. Maybe that’s because I helped teach him,” she said, grinning.

“OK, I guess I’m game. I’ll go to the party if you and Jim want to go. I know I will be really nervous, so just help me out if I need it. After all, I did come here to explore. I guess this is just one more step in that process, right?”

“Great, I know you’ll enjoy yourself. Remember there is no pressure to join in if you don’t want to. If you just want to watch, that’s fine too. Just take it at your own speed with whatever you are comfortable with,” she explained.

“OK, that sounds good. Thanks for reassuring me,” I replied.

After getting out of the pool and returning to the lounges, our conversation moved back to the more mundane topics of ordinary life. After a couple of hours, I announced that I had had enough sun. The pool area had filled up with couples and a few families. As we gathered up our things, I considered the fact that I had not been self conscious at all about my nudity after my initial timidity. After the few pangs of nervousness I had quickly grown accustomed to it, and even had grown to love the freedom. I had decided I could definitely get used to this and proclaimed myself to Sharon as being a convert. We took a quick shower by the pool to rinse off the sun screen, sweat, and chlorine before returning to Sharon’s house.

We swung by the camp’s office on the way back to the house and found Jim there, conferring with some guests. Sharon pulled him aside after he had finished his conversation and filled him in on Amy’s invitation. I saw his eyes light up and he quickly agreed to go to the party if I agreed. Sharon informed him we had already discussed it and I was good with the plan. She went on to tell him that we were going back to the house to rest up and that he should too, as soon as he could break away. He agreed and said he would see us at the house in a little while.

After arriving at the house, we prepared a snack. I didn’t need a full lunch after the sumptuous breakfast that Jim had prepared. I noted the time. It was already 2 o’clock. It was funny how you could exist here with little or no consideration of time. That was something else I enjoyed at the camp, compared to my professional life that was driven by schedules and deadlines.

Sharon called Amy and RSVP’ed for the three of us. After discussing a few details she said goodbye. Sharon asked if I wanted to join her for a nap since our night would probably be a late one. I agreed and helped her change the sex stained sheets on their monster bed before laying down for a nap. I couldn’t help but flash back on all that I had experienced as we did so. The condition of the linens was a very tangible reminder of the sort of sexual epiphany I had gone through.

I stretched out on the bed and Sharon quickly joined me. She cuddled into me as I lay on my side, her soft breasts pressed into my back and her soft breath on my neck. She wrapped her arms around me, embracing me around my belly. It was a very intimate feeling. ‘I could get used to this,’ was my last thought before I slipped off into blissful slumber.

I awoke to the feeling of pleasure; warm and sensual pleasure. As consciousness returned, I discovered Sharon between my spread legs, enthusiastically licking my pussy. I was already fully aroused, my pussy engorged and dripping. ‘What a wonderful way to wake up,’ I thought. I almost purred in delight, and in so doing signaled to Sharon that I was fully awake.

“Her juice covered face appeared from between my thighs and she said, “I thought you might need a little help waking up from your nap. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, you can wake me this way anytime you want,” I replied, grinning at her.

She returned to the task at hand, her tongue flicking on my clit was soon joined by a finger in my pussy, then two, thrusting in out, filling me nicely and stroking my G-spot. My moans of pleasure filled the room as she administered to my overheated crotch. I allowed myself to be taken, passive, as I simply absorbed the sensations she provided as she made love to me. I felt no urgency to cum, but rather allowed myself to climb the heights at a languorously slow pace.

Changing tactics, Sharon rolled my thighs upwards, so that my knees were almost to my breasts. Her mouth moved to my ass and I cried out in delight as I felt her tongue caress the exposed rosebud of my ass. Her mouth and tongue loitered there as I absorbed this new and exciting sensation. My pussy clenched tightly on her fingers as the feelings from my ass blended and synergistically joined with those from my cleft.

Just as I thought I might be approaching my orgasm, Sharon shifted tactics once again. My groan of frustration quickly morphed into one of extreme pleasure as I felt her lips once again return to my clit. Before the echoes of that sound had died out, another louder scream filled the room as I felt her lubricated finger slide deep into my saliva covered asshole. I was simply awash in the sensations of my overloaded nervous system.

While I had always fantasized about anal sex, and had even done some masturbatory exploration on my own, the reality of it with my less then skillful previous lovers had left much to be desired. However, I now reveled in the attention I was now receiving in that little explored area of my body.

The second finger sliding into my ass and stretching that orifice rapidly and pushed me towards my release. Sharon was finger fucking both my holes while at the same time very actively sucking and licking my clit. I realized through the fog of pleasure that my hands had journeyed to my breasts and sharp stabs of self-induced pleasure/pain had joined the cacophony of sensations exploding through my body. My orgasm was sudden, sharp, intense, and sustained. The tremors that were the after shocks of my orgasm traveled through my body long after its conclusion. I laid there in a state of lethargy as I recovered, floating in a post orgasmic haze.

When I finally recovered, the first thing I saw was Sharon’s juice covered face by my side. She leaned in for a kiss and I tasted myself on her lips. I licked off some of my fluids coating her face. Our eyes met in a meaningful way and we shared a moment together that was more intimate then I recall ever having enjoyed with any previous lover. It was if we clicked on a different level: body, mind, and soul.

Our reverie was interrupted by the sound of clapping. I looked over towards the doorway to the source of the sound. There stood Jim, naked, clapping. “That was beautiful, totally beautiful,” he said. “Watching the two of you together was a delight to behold.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” Sharon replied. “Would you care to join us?”

“As appealing as that may be, I think I had better take a rain check. I have a feeling that the two of you would end up wearing me out and I would be a total waste for the festivities later on.”

“OK, but it’s your loss,” Sharon said.

“I have no doubt of that,” he said. “But regardless of how appealing the prospect of joining you two ladies for a little romp may be… my poor male flesh does not have the endurance you sexy tigresses do. Besides, I still need to get a nap in.”

“Well, you have to appreciate a man who knows his limits,” I croaked through parched lips.

“Jim, would you be so kind as to get our guest a glass of water? I think she could use some re-hydration,” Sharon said.

“While Jim was gone I looked at Sharon once again and said, “What about you? Can I return the favor?”

“I think I’m going to take a pass too. I’m going to save myself for the party. I’m not as young as you and I don’t have your energy. I have a feeling I may need all my energy for tonight. Besides, I really enjoyed pleasing you. Sometimes that’s enough for me and this is one of those times.”

“OK, so I owe you one, or two, or whatever, I’ve lost track,” I said, giggling.

“You don’t owe me anything,” she said, as Jim returned with my water. “We’re not like that.”

I accepted the water and after sharing it with Sharon I said, “If you say so.”

Jim slid into bed beside me and I was once again cuddled by both of my lovers. I briefly considered how nice it felt. The combination of Jim’s masculine body and Sharon’s softer, curvaceous body pressed against my own made for a wonderful contrast. It was definitely another example of the “best of both worlds” philosophy of which I was rapidly becoming a huge fan.

“I do say so. Hey, we probably need to get up and get moving, it’s getting late. We probably don’t need anything heavy to eat but I know I’ll want a few drinks tonight and the snacks at the party aren’t going to be enough. Why don’t we go fix something as well as something to take to the party and get dolled up while Jim sneaks in a nap?”

I rolled over and looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 6 o’clock. “OK, slave driver, if we must. Although, laying here with both of you feels pretty damn good.”

Sharon gave my ass a swat and said, “Get your lazy ass out of bed and get up.”

“Mmmmm, that felt pretty good,” I said, grinning at her. “OK, I’m moving, I’m moving.”

We left Jim to rest and after making a brief pit stop in the bathroom we made our way to the kitchen. We both pitched in and working as a very efficient team had a large salad adorned with some broiled chicken breasts prepared and cooling in the refrigerator. We also prepared some spicy queso with browned spicy breakfast sausage to take to the party. Cooking in the nude was a new and unique experience and I thought I could really learn to love this new lifestyle.

After we had finished and cleaned up the kitchen, Sharon and I retired to the bathroom to start preparing for the party. She and I shared a shower and while there were some playful caresses, kisses and touching, we did not get to overly involved.

After drying and trying to make my hair presentable I retrieved my bag and worked on my makeup. Observing Sharon, and taking my key from her I applied it a little more heavily then I normally did, going for more of a sexy look then is my normal style. I borrowed some of her lipstick; a shade she referred to as “cock sucker red.” I giggled at this.

She offered, and I accepted, a disposable douche. Sharon explained that she would take a couple more with us in case, as he put it, “our kitties need a little touch up during the party.” When she started digging under the vanity she explained that she often used a fleet enema before a party when she might be engaged in anal play. She asked if I wanted to use one too.

“You know, from our conversations, that I am an anal virgin except for a little bit of the kind of play we did this afternoon,” I explained. I continued, “It’s not that I wouldn’t like to try anal, but to be honest I’m more than a little nervous about it. To say that my experiences in that area, until now, have been… well… a disaster would be an understatement.”

“I understand,” Sharon said. “Why don’t we do this? Let’s go ahead and get you cleaned up, and if the opportunity presents itself you’ll be ready. If not, no loss. Just remember, there is no pressure for you to do anything you aren’t ready for. Personally I love anal sex, especially when I’m feeling as horny as I am right now. It brings out the bad girl in me and my orgasms from anal are really intense. However, I know that all women don’t necessarily share my enthusiasm for it. I know what you mean by disastrous experiences too. I was pretty much the same until I met Jim. He was the first man I had been with that truly understood how to make love to a woman’s ass. At first, considering how thick he is, I was totally against the idea. Over time, I warmed up to the idea. I think a lot of it has to do with confidence in yourself, and confidence in your lover.”

Reassured by Sharon’s understanding, I told her that, yes, I would go ahead and use the enema she had offered. It was a strange experience. I had expected it to be more like a douche, but the feeling of fullness in my rectum was unexpected. After I had flushed a couple of times, I was clean and fresh, front and back.

After a few final touch ups, I went to set the table for dinner while Sharon went to wake Jim from his nap. We enjoyed the salad together, laughing and joking over dinner like old friends. I was comfortable with these friends in a way I had never been with anyone before. It was if I had known them my whole life. Everything was fair game for discussion and nothing was taboo. It was if the intimacy we shared in the bedroom was extended to and permeated every aspect of our friendship. This was a surprising, but not wholly unwelcome development. I found it refreshing in a way. I could share myself, all of me, with these people in ways I had never thought possible with even my closest friends. The excitement, including my own, about the evening’s upcoming activities served as a palpable backdrop to the dinner discussion.

I was shocked when Sharon shared our discussion about anal sex with Jim. I could feel myself blush, but when he seemed to take my concerns seriously and with a level of understanding that I had never thought a man was capable of, my embarrassment soon faded. We shared an informative, and to be honest, arousing discussion of the pros and cons of anal sex. I was intrigued by Jim’s male viewpoint on the topic. I was even further engrossed by his announcement that he enjoyed a good prostate massage in conjunction with oral sex. I found myself becoming more and more involved in this discussion between bites of the delicious salad.

After we finished dinner, Jim went to the shower while Sharon and I loaded the dishes in the dishwasher. Following Sharon, we retired to her bedroom. She explained she liked to wear something sexy to the parties. Since we were staying inside the camp it didn’t have to be anything overly elaborate, just enough to help entice the libidos of her potential lovers. I couldn’t help but find this slightly humorous, getting dressed to look sexy in a nudist camp, and told her so. Sharon agreed that it was slightly odd when looked on from the outside but went on to explain that lingerie could be used as an enticement, a tease for what is beneath it. The nudist lifestyle however wasn’t really about sex, but rather the natural enjoyment of life without the hindrance of clothing.

With that in mind, I looked through my overnight bag for something appropriate for the occasion. My selection was limited to the few items I had brought along, almost as an after thought. I settled on a black silk teddy that had detachable garter straps. It had a thong back and I always thought my ass looked good in it. The plunging top and under-wire cups also made my cleavage look good. I retrieved the hose and heels I had worn the night before and they were added to the ensemble. Checking myself in the full length mirror I decided that I definitely looked fuckable. Happy with myself, I turned and found Sharon struggling with the lacings on a waist cincher. I quickly offered my help. She asked me to tighten the lacing a couple of times until I was amazed that she could breath. Her waist was cinched in tight, and I was somewhat mesmerized by how it altered her shape. I helped her attach hose to the garters and she added a shelf type bra that did a wonderful job of presenting her breasts for any that cared to behold their beauty. She stepped into a pair of heels. A quick look in the mirror and a final adjustment of her breasts in the bra and she was ready for whatever the evening had to offer. She offered me a silky robe to wear while we drove over to the party which I accepted.

Jim joined us and gave a whistle as he saw us in our lingerie. “There are some swingers that need to watch out tonight. There are a couple of very sexy ladies on the prowl,” he growled.

Jim put on a silk jock strap that I thought showed off his package and muscular ass at its best. Sharon and I went to the now empty bathroom to touch up our make up, including our “cock sucker” lipstick, before we left. She had prepared a bag with a few things to take to the party. I wasn’t entirely sure what it contained other then the douche and a couple of wraps she said we could change into later if we wanted to. We also went to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a few bottles to take to the party. I chose a bottle of Chablis that would be enough for me. I didn’t really want to get to drunk and make a fool out of myself.

Jim joined us for a minute and said, “Sharon, I can’t find my party pills. Have you seen them?”

“Yea, look in the medicine cabinet in our bathroom where they always are,” she replied, giving me a look of frustration.

“Party pills?” I asked.

“Yea, he takes a Cialis before a party. He says its his concession to age so he can keep up with the young guys,” she replied.

“Ohhh, OK. I never thought about that. It sure doesn’t seem like he needs any help along those lines. He sure didn’t last night,” I said.

“He doesn’t really. I think it’s just a matter of being there is he does need it. If the party goes on longer than expected it might help him get it up one more time. He doesn’t want to leave any ladies disappointed that they didn’t get their turn with him. He does tend to be very popular at parties,” she replied with a giggle.

Smiling, I said, “I can see why. He’s pretty popular with me.”

“Jim is usually good for at least two or three times at a party, which is pretty damn good for a guy his age. With the Cialis he’s more confident or the third time, and usually a fourth time.”

“Wow!” I replied. “That’s more then most guys I have been with 20 years younger than him.”

“Yes, my Jim is quite the sexual athlete,” she giggled. “He says he has to be to keep up with.”

“I can see his point there,” I replied, giving Sharon a wink.

We rejoined Jim and after gathering up everything, including the queso, we loaded the golf cart and set off to Amy & Mike’s. The butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as we bounced along the pathways of the camp. My nervousness was only exceeded by my excitement. One thing was certain; it would be a night I would never forget. The hunger had been lying dormant, but had returned and I felt its excitement coursing through my body. It was like an adrenaline high. The excitement I felt was only slightly tempered by my nervousness. As we got closer to Amy and Mike’s house the hunger was increasingly winning out over the nervousness.

“Please stay tuned for Chapter 4 of The Hunger for the details of Kim’s night at the party. Please take a moment to vote and if you enjoyed this story, please check out my other stories as well.”