"You're clearly almost ready for a fuck, Ben, but is Mary?" Greg reached out and pulled back Ben's foreskin to it full extent, "You're ready now." Again, that easy sexuality amongst the group. Not many inhibitions. Ben was getting to really like that. Greg got up from the table, still holding Ben's penis and reached for a bottle of sunscreen. With a tug he pulled Ben towards his wife on the sunbed and directed and squirted the bottle. The white sunscreen splashed down on Mary's sex. It looked so like the spurtings of a man or, rather, men. There was a lot of it. In Ben's mind the thought it could so easily have been semen, Greg and Graham generously wanking to provide lube for his coitus with Mary.
And the idea pleased. Really pleased. A bit of a surprise to him. The thought of him doing the wanking; making Greg and Graham's penises spurt to provide him with lubrication, aiming their penises at Mary's exposed sex, watching twin ejaculations splash onto her, got to him. Was it just him going with the flow or was he now caught up in the current; the strong sexual current?
"Come on, Ben, get on top of my wife. You know what to do." Greg was still holding Ben's cock and did not let go as Ben settled himself upon Mary, did not let go until he had actually pushed Ben's knob into his wife. It was certainly a confirmation that Ben should copulate with her! Maybe a tradition in some communities of the past for an honoured guest to be invited to have a man's wife for the night, but even that, surely, would not have extended to the honoured guest's cock being pushed into the wife by the husband! The husband ensuring the honoured guest's cock was fully erected first. Perhaps even getting down on his knees and sucking it to make it swell. A politeness, an obeisance to an honoured guest. Somewhat improbable that the host would actually push the guest's penis into his wife. But by the lakeside, with everyone watching that was what happened.
"This is nice," whispered Mary in Ben's ear, "I've wanted to do this ever since we met. Did you want to fuck me - oh yes, all the way in - when we first met by the lakeside?" Her hips came up to meet him. "Was it fuck at first sight?" A lick to the inside of his ear. "You were certainly looking at my tits! Were you wishing I was walking topless. Did you want to wank over them?"
Ben fucked Mary. His penis firm and sliding. Hard inside her. What a lovely feeling even if conscious of four pairs of eyes watching his rising and falling bottom - if they were. A sudden slap to his bottom confirmed they had not gone away - had not left the copulating couple to - well -copulate.
"Come on, we're going for a swim. You can finish later."
What? The others had all undressed. It was rather strange, annoying even, to be interrupted. He and Mary were fucking after all. Coitus interruptus! But it was Mary's husband who had slapped him. Ben withdrew and stood. Before him both Greg and Graham with penises up. Presumably the sight of the copulation had aroused them.
"You've got nice and wet, Ben." And he had. His erection was almost dripping with Mary's lubrication. Greg stepped very deliberately forward and their knobs met and all at once his knob was being rubbed by Greg's. Mary's lovely wetness was between them but... One moment Ben had been fucking - engaged in the most normal of sex but all of a sudden... And then Graham pressed in. Three firm penises curving up to their acorn heads; three heads pushing together; so intimate with retracted foreskins; pushing and rubbing together with Mary's wetness. All becoming wet together.
Go with the flow. Go with the flow.
"Come on boys, you can play that game tomorrow. Let's swim."
Wonderful, actually. Running down to the lake. Six naked people together and all the men erect. Boobs bouncing, lovely feminine bottoms wobbling - nakedness all around. What a thing to do. What a thing to be part of. What a holiday experience. So sexual. So enjoyably communal. The erections did not last with the swimming. But they came back.
Naked in the water, standing on the bottom, bodies hidden, the lapping waves obscuring, the group talked about going to the island. What to take, whether really to go naked. But all at once Felicity's voice: "Let's fuck."
Just like that. After all they had done, simple fucking was going to happen almost casually. Up to then it hadn't really happened. Yes, one of the girls had briefly mounted him; yes he had just been fucking Mary just before; but there had not been a communal fuck. Right there and then, feminine hands went to cocks; fleshy appendages were encouraged into tumescence and, one by one, the men were mounted. It was very much that way around. So easy with the buoyancy of the water. Ben found his now hard penis being slid not into Mary, as he might have expected, but into Liz, the woman holding herself around his neck and bouncing off the lake bottom, whilst spreading her legs, and onto his prong. Up and on. Sexual connection just like that. And there they were. Three couples fucking together in the lake, women rising and falling in the water as they rode the upstanding poles.
And they swapped. Of course, they swapped. It was just what Ben had been expecting and had seemed so long delayed. Group sex, group copulation, seemingly held back so purposefully by other games. What other group would have engaged in anal intercourse before doing the 'proper' thing, let alone all the underwater mock surreptitious play?
"I'm getting cold," exclaimed Felicity, "let's stop and do more later. Let's go for a run."
As easily as the fucking had started it stopped. No ejaculations, no shuddering female orgasms, just the pleasure of the sliding. The whole group splashing out of the water and running off along the shore, boobs bouncing once more, erections swinging until they became soft penises flapping about.
Down the shore one way and then back again. The party collapsed, all breathing heavily.
"Right, let's go. Off to the island."
"Ben's got to finish fucking Mary first."
"Oh yes, so he has!"
"I don't mind waiting until..." Ben was happy to wait until the island. He required no special treatment.
"No, you and Mary fuck. We'll pack the picnic."
And he and Mary were left standing by the shore. Left with an injunction to fuck. They were naked after all and had fucked in the water.
"You need to be erect, Ben."
"So I do."
How good to feel it coming. How good to feel the blood pumping and his penis rising without him touching or anything. The power of suggestion or thought. Him simply becoming manly by the lake. Mary's eyes upon it as it grew.
"That looks so good, Ben."
"Good enough to suck?"
"Good enough!"
Wonderful to see the woman step forward and then sink to her knees. The eroticism of it! Ben so conscious of being there naked in the open air, in a really open space by the lake, the sun warming him, the gentle lap of the waves; away across the lake a sailing boat or two moving; they really were out in the open and there down below him, a woman on her knees before him about to mouth his manhood. Simply glorious!
Such a sigh as Mary took him in. So good to look down and see her lips sliding. He turned his head and looked back up at the house in time to see the rest of the party, four naked bottoms, disappearing within. There was no hurry. It took a little time to make a picnic.
No hurry, as he looked back out over the lake, looked towards the island and thought of their forthcoming expedition. A naked expedition across the lake. What a thrill! Something very erotic of setting out without any clothes.
So good being fellated out in the open air, but it would be good to fuck too. It was impressive how Mary came off his cock and managed in one slow but fluid movement to move from kneeling to lying upon her back. An elegant movement if the result, a good looking woman lying upon her back with her legs apart ready for coitus, can be described as 'elegant' rather than erotic. Again, so good for Ben to find himself standing above such a woman, naked and with his cock at the ready. The sun cast his shadow upon Mary, his upstanding cock distinct, he moved it so its shadow head touched her lips. It would have been a rather fine photograph. A photograph of naked Mary with all the implication of the shadow without the man being seen.
Ben descended onto the grass, Ben moved to lie upon Mary and, this time unaided, slipped his penis into her. They fucked. A very traditional engagement, Mary's ankles locked over his back. This time it was copulation to the finish. The penis within Mary spurted. That very male fluid passed between them.
The others found them lying apart, half or more asleep.
"That looks OK." It was Greg, looking from his wife to Ben.
"Yes, Ben's done it," remarked Felicity.
Clear they could see both semen on Ben's cock and between Mary's legs.
Greg turned to Graham, "Looks inviting doesn't it?"
Graham nodded. "Mmmm, slippery!"
Two cocks were swelling but there was a resounding slap on two bottoms from Liz. "None of that. You've got some rowing to do!"
No time for another swim, no time to wash the evidence of his recent copulation from his body. The picnic hamper was stowed and Ben, along with the others, was bundled into the boat and off the party went as naked as the day they were born - bar the hats of course - and the sunglasses.
And so, the naked group set out. It was rather strangely exciting. Ben had been landed upon the island naked, or at least swum ashore, but now the whole group were going naked to the island. A boat full of naked people. Greg and Graham rowing. A nudist outing complete with picnic hamper. They had not forgotten provisions. They had not forgotten clothing - the lack of clothing had been deliberate!
A nudist outing at the start, but soon the girls were giggling and teasing the rowers into erection once more. Ben had to smile at the sight of Gregg and Graham rowing away, seated side by side, each handling an oar, both with their cocks sticking hard up in the air. His, of course, was not. It was as limp as anything. He had, after all, fucked Mary not that many minutes before. It hung down between his legs as he leant back against the boat and enjoyed the sound of lapping water and the sun, as the island came nearer and nearer.
It was Liz who took to steering by holding the two erections and doing a 'left a bit, right a bit' with them. As usual the men rowed facing away from the direction of travel. Liz taking over the role of cox. The coxswain of the boat. Of course, Felicity had to have a go and then Mary.
"Go on, Ben, you try. It's a hoot."
"I don't know, I..." but eventually he succumbed, and it was strangely fun. He knew tanks were steered with levers and, indeed other mechanical machines, but holding a couple of fleshy, stiff cocks as levers rather than a tiller was... different! What was he doing - Ben Baker with a man's warm spike in each hand - so hard and so firm. And it was he who steered the boat into the shore where they grounded, his hands clasping each of his friends' hard penises, pushing forward for a harder pull on the oar, pulling back for the man to ease off. What a thing to be doing. A lovely image in Ben's mind of an Edwardian lady in a lovely flowing dress and pretty straw hat with flowers steering a boat on a boating pond with the erect penises of two Edwardian men, moustached and clad in boating blazers and flannels. Best if she was not experienced and did too much 'left and righting' with the result all over her pretty hands!
It was a shame, though he had, he could but admit, enjoyed copulating with Mary very much indeed, that he was unable to erect in the boat. It would have been fun changing over with Greg or Graham, trying not to fall out of the boat, and had his own rowing directed by a pull or push upon his cock.
In Ben's mind another boating thought. This time of the Oxford and Cambridge Boat Race or perhaps simply an eight practising on Isis or Cam. Yes indeed, thoughts of the strong male rowers and a diminutive female cox encouraging them not just by speech but by the opening and closing of her knees and the sight of her exposed, delightfully hairy, little quim. The lovely idea of them back together in the showers. Eight tall men and one particularly petite girl. Perhaps eight tall penises and one rather small girl with little hands. She would have her work cut out easing their swelling with her soapy fingers or perhaps pausing, saying she would only bring them off if they won the race next week! Fondling but no cumming. Eight so very large cocks brought to the edge but no further. Having to leave the soap, shower and cox all worked up. Step into the changing area all as hard as anything. What frustration until the big day when they did win. Very much the headline in a newspaper, 'the winning eight was coxed by a woman to a nail-biting finish.' 'Coxed' indeed - and the real 'finish' would come later.
The party stepped ashore. No need to worry about shoes, trousers or dresses becoming wet. There were wearing none of those things. The hamper was unloaded, the boat drawn up and then the games began.
"Are we alone?" Such an important requirement. It would not do to bump into other people as they were - well, perhaps, that depended who the other people were! The game was for the men to be blindfolded. It was the only clothing - if it could be called that - they had brought. Three scraps of cloth as blindfolds. Perhaps they would have done as sort of bikini bottoms or remarkably short skirts; perhaps they could have been tied to hide the men's penises and balls, as sort of pouches but any sort of erection would have pushed the material out of the way and exposed them. They were just enough to blindfold - not enough to restrain manly penises.
Ben watched as the girls blindfolded Greg, then Graham and lastly himself. As the cloth covered his eyes, he had felt a hand and then lips upon his penis. As had happened so many times on this strange holiday Ben erected; freely erected knowing the girls could see him; knowing the other men were being erected too. Enough time had passed since copulating by the lake with Mary - just enough time! A certain aching feeling in his balls but a glorious and strange feeling to be standing naked and now erect in the open, visible but unseeing.
