The MILF and the Teacher Slut
Joseph Meyers
I still could not believe this day nor how women were such dirty whores that they wanted men to piss on them.
But it was exciting pissing all over Ms. Smythe, my archaeology teacher, and Mrs. Howser, the married woman who wanted to be treated like a college slut again while visiting her daughter. God, I had fucked her daughter, too,
with
Mrs. Howser.
The piss dripped off their bodies as the two women kissed each other, reveling in the urine that had adorned their bodies. It was so insane that they were into this. It was just wild. I couldn't believe it myself.
Yet the proof was right there. They were making out, their tongues dancing together as they shared in my piss. It was so wild. I shook my head at how insane it was. Their lips and tongues danced together. TheyGeorge and Linda are close friends and share my wife and my desire to have the occasional adventure, sometimes ending up naked. To tell the truth, my desire to be nude is much stronger than my wife's and Linda seems to shed her clothes quicker than George.
This summer my wife and I took our camping trailer out several times for a mid-week weekend, in other words, we avoided the weekend crowds. We found at a local RV park a secluded spot to dry camp and enjoyed the semi-privacy it provided, even when the neighboring sites were occupied.
Last week, George and Linda came camping with us as our trailer sleeps six comfortably. While we used the bedroom, they had their choice of either of the other two mattresses. Being good friends, we didn't mind the cozy trailer.
We arrived on Tuesday at about one and checked out at eleven on Thursday and as rain was forecast, we had our section of the campsites to ourselves. We did some fishing at the pond and enjoyed the catch and release, or in my case the excuse to drown a few worms.
That evening we built a campfire and cooked our hamburgers over the open flame. The skies were clear as we ate our meal. Then the wine came cut and we just relaxed by the fire, enjoying the crackle of the flames, the sound of frogs and insects in the background, and the warm night breeze.
We laughed and talked about life in general as the fire died down. I added a couple pieces of firewood to the fire and George refilled everyone's wine glass. George asked me where the courage came from for my recent presentation I had given at a naturist convention.
"It was hard enough just being a part of the audience," George said. "I can't imagine being on the stage stark naked."
"It was only hard for a little while and then it became natural to me," I replied. "I did feel a bit of terror at first, but it passed fairly quickly."
George questioned, "So did you always have a nudist side or is it something that aging brought out?"
I paused and looked into the fire as I thought. Then I decided to answer that question as honestly as I could. I took a deep breath and began.
"It started as a teenager. I can't remember the first time, but on the farm, there were places which were secluded. I remember that at first, I would strip down in the woods and just enjoy feeling the breeze on my bare skin. When I got braver, I would walk through the edge of the pasture while feeling fear that someone might see me.
"I was always worried about being caught. The idea of being nude other than in the bathroom seemed to be foreign to my family, yet during warm weather, I regularly found opportunities to get naked in the woods on the farm or in the woods behind my grandmothers' acreage. Probably the longest time I was naked at a time was 15 to 20 minutes but the excitement was kind of addictive.
"Of course, being a teenager with raging hormones, I would always have an hardon or boner as we referred to that condition, when I stripped."
I paused and asked, "TMI?"
"Keep going," said three voices in unison.
I continued, "I do remember that delightful feeling of my cock being rigid with tight skin so sensitive, just begging for a touch. There in the sunshine with the air caressing my body, I would lightly stroke myself and being a teenage boy, it didn't take long. The feeling of my body tensing up and my cock shooting cum into the air as one hand stroked my erection and the other stimulated my balls, was fantastic.
"When I married, I started sleeping in the buff and despite my wife's negative attitude toward the practice, I have slept in the nude ever since. It has been a rare thing for me to wear anything in bed since I started years ago."
"After my divorce, I long-distance dated a lady who enjoyed my stories and enjoyed sharing photos. That was when I found that I liked taking creative photos of myself. I think it is the challenge to have more than just a naked picture that keeps me trying. Then that relationship ended, and I moved here.
"When my wife and I met, we were honest and found we were a terrific match, and she loves my nudity. I enjoy nudity but still have the fear that I'll offend someone who will make a stink about it in public. Yet I have no problem if someone sees me in the buff and I find exhibition a bit exciting."
Then I felt a raindrop and looked up to see that the moon was now hidden by heavy clouds. Then another raindrop hit my cheek, followed by another.
I added, "Now that I've shared, who's next? Or are you going to chicken out due to a little rain?"
George must have been feeling his wine, for he said, "Let's just put our clothes in the camper and continue, no one here is going to melt in the rain. After all, no one can see us here and the rain will keep the other campers close to their rigs."
He didn't wait for anyone, just stood and pulled his tee-shirt over his head. Linda laughed and followed suit. So, I stood and shucked my shirt and then pulled my shoes and socks off. George was already bare-assed, and Linda was topless while untying her hiking boots. My wife was taking her blouse off and I paused to enjoy the sight of her full breasts swaying with her body's motion.
I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them. I gathered everyone's clothes and placed them inside the camp trailer and returned to the fire. I tossed another couple of pieces of wood into the fire very aware of my nakedness.
I sat down in my camp chair and then the skies let loose and in moments all four of us were soaked. Our hair was plastered to our heads and our pubic hair was matted and dripping.
George said, "Nudity is new to me, so Linda it's your turn."
"Thanks dear," she replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"Other than the occasional skinny-dipping, my nudity is also fairly new. I do admit that I do enjoy the freedom of being clothes free. I've always enjoyed the opportunity to be naked, and also, the sensations of touching myself."
Looking at George and seeing him nod in support, she continued as she closed her eyes as if we couldn't see her.
"I love how my nipples get hard when I caress my breasts. My boobs are sensitive, and it doesn't take a long time before I'm getting wet. I gently rub my breasts and then tease my nipples. Then when the sensations peak, my hand travels down my abdomen to my pussy. That leads to an orgasm in short order."
Linda paused, opened her eyes and then realized her hands had moved to her breasts. She jerked her hands away from her boobs and turned a bright red. The three of us just sat there enjoying her blushing face and the water running down and dripping off her body.
That was when my wife commented that she wanted to take advantage of what had come up. That was when I realized that the stirring in my groin was a full erection. I saw that George was in a similar situation.
I stood and my wife smiled as she looked at my cock pointing up towards the clouds and dripping from the pouring rain. I announced that it was time to get out of the rain and the four of us headed for the trailer.
Entering, each grabbed a towel and dried off, then my wife and I went into the bedroom. We laid down and my lips fastened onto her nipples and after a moment she whispered that she wanted me now.
