Understanding Nudity Pt 07

Understanding Nudity

Part 7, Day 3, Pleasure Island

Jeannie and I floated until dawn. There was nothing sweeter than sucking and kissing an eighteen-year-old's pussy under the star-lit Caribbean sky. My dick was still on duty as we made our way towards my hammock.

"Mr. Bron, it feels so good when you suck on my pussy. I love it when your tongue is inside me."

"Jeannie, you taste so good, you are special." I was in awe, inspecting all 95 pounds, as she sat on my lap, her blonde ponytail, now soaked, and hanging on her shoulder, her beautiful pristine tanned body, two budding young breasts, waiting to grow, and the most beautiful clean shaved pussy on the island.

When she reached over and took me in her hand, I submitted willingly. Jeannie knelt down, opened wide, and sucked me in, sliding it in and out as deep as she could. "I love when you suck me, Jeannie."

It was comforting watching her swallow my contribution, not missing a lick, suctioned in place, until I emptied. Jeannie was amazing. We both fell sound asleep in my hammock.

Two soft pats on my shoulder awakened me. It was Jane, pulling up her chair to join us.

"You two look like you slept sound, it's almost noon. The crew is cooking hot dogs on the beach for lunch. Bron, Jeannie, thank you for last night. It was a night I will never forget. My bottom is still sore from all of the attention it was getting. I hope it was as exciting for you as it was for me. I never realized how many facets there were to nudity, and how pleasurable it could be, having so many hands touching me."

"Mom, I was mesmerized by the whole thing. Seeing you with Roger in your mouth, and Dave, was so exciting, and then Gloria eating you. I had to try it. It was amazing having my mouth on your bottom."

Jane sat there with a vacant stare, processing her daughter's account, then looking at Bron, momentarily questioning her adultness, then turning to Jeannie.

"Well, I have nothing to hide any longer, everyone witnessed my behavior. It was a wonderful thing to experience. I guess, I would not hold it against you if you were disappointed in me, acting like that. We did agree to explore our cravings on this trip."

"Jane, we were both very excited to participate last night. I love you. You are the most any man could ask for in a wife."

"Yeh, mom. I have learned so much from both of you in the past two weeks. I love being naked with both of you. And I agree, it feels so much better to be open about this. I love you too!"

"Well, I am relieved to know I still have a family, and that its okay to enjoy such wonderful sexual pleasures with both of you, without any guilt. Thank you."

~0~

"Mom, do you remember the discussion we had about how sometimes only a man in you can scratch a certain itch?"

"Yeessss..."

"Well... since we are being open about everything, and um..., exploring our sexual desires, and how you said there were no boundaries... You said for Mr. Bron to watch after me, and... that we might experience penetration. I guess what I'm asking is, I would rather it be him teaching me than someone else."

Jane sunk back into her chair, astonished about what her daughter had just asked, for Bron, to teach her... intercourse. Jane looked perplexed, as she studied every possible angle. Bron sat in silence, waiting for something to happen, knowing that intercourse between he and Jeannie had already happened, twice.

Taking into account that they had all pretty much seen and touched each other in intimate ways, on several occasions, including last night, Jane concluded, being honest about everything, was most likely the best choice for everyone, especially knowing she and Jeannie had fucked those two guys at the track that Sunday morning.

"Jeannie, after experiencing what I have in the past week with you and Bron, I will have to agree with you. I did ask him to look after you, and I guess that would also include... teaching intercourse. I want us all to have the most wonderful vacation ever, and we did agree there be no sexual boundaries while we are here. So, if you both agree...I say...it's okay."

The smile on Jeannie's face, radiated with joy, contemplating her first formal lesson.

"So, Bron... since we are peeling ourselves open, I find it titillating, knowing you are watching me being pleasured. I have become addicted to the high that comes with being explored by others. I am desperate to know how it feels, having you hold my hands, as another man enters me. I need to look into your eyes while you share me."

"Jeannie, I'm sorry I am being so weird, but you are here on this vacation with us, in the middle of all this, so I hope you can forgive my craziness. Sharing myself...and my daughter... is a...giant step."

"Mom, you are not crazy. You are exploring your sexual side. I totally understand. The pleasure of being touched is amazing. I too, have become addicted to it."

The conversation went quiet for some time. I decided to go and retrieve a pitcher of Marguerita's, and a hot dog for us. When I returned, Jane and Jeannie were quietly discussing our conversation, trying to digest and understand where this might lead.

"I ran across Roger, eating, and asked him to join us." Ten minutes later he arrived, still somewhat timid about his participation with my wife last night.

"Hi, Mr. Roger."

"Good afternoon, Roger, pull up a seat."

"Hi, Jane. Hi, Jeannie."

The sun was at its peak, midafternoon.

"Ladies, you are in need of oil. Roger why don't you oil Jane, and I will cover Jeannie."

Asking him to oil my wife in front of me, satisfied all of his anxiety. It was nice having my hands on Jeannie once more, and equally exciting watching Jane soak in his tender attention. She made sure he had easy access exactly where she wanted his hand. I was in heaven, saturating Jeannies young skin, inches away from them. It wasn't long before both of us were displaying our excitement.

"Mr. Bron, let's go and float in the ocean."

"Jane, Roger, why don't you join us."

This would be the first time Jane had been in the water here, and was not sure about her ability to float.

I led her, holding hands, as Roger and Jeannie followed.

"I don't want to go any deeper, Bron."

"Just a few feet more, up to my shoulders, you will see."

The late afternoon ocean was calm, perfect for relaxing, and floating.

"Now, I am going to hold my arms out, and you hop up on your back, I will hold you as you float."

It was a lot easier than she thought; "This is very relaxing, Bron."

Roger followed my lead and cradled Jeannie. I held Jane for quite a while, before suggesting we change to a new position.

"Dear, I want to change positions, hold on." I lifted her left thigh and slid between her legs, placing both of her thighs on my shoulders, locating my mouth at her pussy, still balancing her back.

"Oh, my!" Jane didn't quite know what to do. She flinched as my tongue began teasing her fold. "Oooh, that feels great, Bron." Jeannie new exactly where this was going. Roger watched quietly, admiring the nubile perfection floating in his arms.

She whimpered her approval, as I feasted on her bottom, floating in a state of bliss. "Oh, Bron, this is wonderful, don't stop, please."

I explored my wife's pussy for ten minutes or so while our audience observed us. Just when I thought she was about to come, I ceased.

"Roger, it's your turn!"

He froze, not quite sure he understood the request.

"Please, Roger, don't leave me hanging like this." I reached over and pulled him closer. Hold out your hands and balance her back. Sliding Jane into position, one thigh on each shoulder, her pussy an inch away from his thick mustache, I steadied her hands behind her.

He was still a little hesitant, until she breathed, "Roger, kiss my pussy."

I smiled, as I released her hands, and proceeded over to my eagerly awaiting student, attaching my mouth on her sweet young opening.

"Mr. Bron, your mouth feels so good down there."

We floated in complete bliss for quite some time. I never noticed several others had swum up to join our flotilla. Jane's exhibitionist desires were satisfied. Floating in the ocean while Roger sucked and nibbled on her pussy, was delightful.

After getting waterlogged, we retreated back to dry off and sample another island beverage.

I took the opportunity to grab the oil and massage Jeannie once more. Jane was quick to solicit, "You can oil me if you want to, Roger."

He was still busy on Jane's legs when I finished Jeannie, so I shifted over and joined him, working on her breasts. When Roger reached her upper thighs, I decided to make my offer.

"Roger, Jane and I have a request. I love to watch others with her, and she loves to be watched, as you might know by now. But, so far, it has not included intercourse."

Roger froze, looked at both of us, then towards Jeannie, who was focused on his larger-than-normal penis hardening, with a huge smile on her face, then back to me. There was no hiding our male excitement.

"Roger, I want you to fuck my wife while I attend."

Stumped, he never said a word. The look on his face of my request, had stunned him. Not sure how to react, he looked to Jane. The smile on her face, answered his questions.

"Now...?" "Here...?"

"Roger, this is our last night on the island. Let's enjoy our diner together, then meet back here and explore each other's needs."

"Mr. Bron, does that mean that we,...I...can. That you can teach me also?"

Roger had no clue what she was talking about; Jane new exactly.

"Yes, it's our last night on the island, let's all explore together."

~0~

Dinner was great. Not a single person had even thought about clothes for five days; all of us had full body tans, and most had become intimately close to the others. Oiling and touching each other was commonplace here, among nudists. I was still amazed at how cohesive this group was.

While visiting with Kate and Gloria at dinner, I let on to my wife's desire, and invited them to participate. They were beaming with joy, and could not wait.

Roger, Kate, Gloria, Jeannie, and myself had gathered at the furthest cabana and spread a blanket on the table when Jane walked up. Her smile was contagious, her body, amazing for her thirty-nine years; she looked so great with her new tan, and shaved vagina. I helped her up to her perch, positioning her on her back. Taking the bottle of coconut oil, I doused her completely, as all hands went to work, massaging, exploring every crevice, every toe, and every finger.

For the first time in her life, Jane felt centered, exposed. She craved the touching hands on her naked body; they unzipped pleasures she has never experienced before. Her sexual past was normal; discovering nudity with her family, has made it extraordinary.

I wonder just how far this journey will take me, she wondered. Watching Bron, Roger and the girls, massage me, I could not help but notice the glow on his face; one I hoped would not change after tonight.

Bron moved down between my legs, inserting a finger, then two, looking me straight in the eyes, searching for my spot; when I flinched, he knew he had found the target. Jeannie, Kate and Gloria kept my torso happy, exploring my belly and breasts. Roger left my feet and moved up towards my shoulder. Standing inches away from my face, his near-ten-inches could not be ignored.

I reached out to hold the hardened mass, slipping my palms up and down, contemplating if this was even possible. My hormones flew out of control when Bron suctioned his mouth to my pussy, and began eating me in front of the girls.

I grabbed hold of Roger's head, licking it, pumping him, desperately trying to feed my cravings. His relief came instantly, as my tongue curled around it. I drank every ounce, never taking my hands off his dick, sucking harder, wanting more, as he shook in place. Jeannie accepted her turn, relieving Bron, who took Roger's place at my mouth.

Realizing it was my daughter's mouth sucking on me, momentarily paused my ecstasy, wondering what the others thought; her tongue quickly erased any concern, renewing my needy desires. Gloria and Kate, both in awe of Roger's size, had their hands on it, inspecting it, wishing-- wondering.

Taking my wife's hand, I placed it around my penis, offering myself, to the lips I knew so well. She swallowed me instantly, staring me directly in the eyes. Her hormones were in control, suspended near her pinnacle.

Tasting my salty mix, she pulled away to decorate her face with my offering. After ten years of marriage, this was the first time my wife had ever done this; it was amazing. Wanting our event to be lasting, I motioned to Kate, to relieve Jeannie. Jane kept stroking me, seeking more salty adornment for her face.

It was surreal lying here. My husband in my hand, his sperm all over my face, three young girls eating my pussy, one of them, my daughter. I reached out my hand asking Roger, "Move closer." I wanted him in my hand again.

I had lost count of orgasms, it seemed to be just one long continual high now, kept alive by constant manipulation of my pussy. This was a place I wanted to reside in.

Holding two dicks, my mind twirled in circles, my hormones, lost in the fog of hormonal overdose from Kate eating me. Bron, and Roger both bent down, each taking a nipple into their mouth and began suckling them. My pussy, numb from the vigorous activity, my body... strained from orgasmic explosions. I took one long breath before begging, "Please fuck me."

Jeannie, Kate and Gloria moved aside, claiming the perfect viewing spots.

My legs were too weak to hold up and lay limp beside the table as Roger positioned himself between my legs, Bron still holding my hands, standing beside me. I had dreamt for days now what Roger might feel like in me, I was ready, my pussy was going to need time to absorb a penis this size.

Roger took his time, knowing from previous engagements with younger girls, that his size was not always accepted. He was determined, letting her orifice stretch, while he gently introduced their sex organs to each other.

After several minutes of discomfort, my vaginal muscles began to relax, accepting their fate, allowing the curious visitor's head to be captured. A mountain of sensations roared through me as my interior muscles made the necessary adjustments; I clinched Bron's hands and gasped for air, staring him right in the eyes, exuding my delight. This was new, there had only been a few men inside me, none even close to this size, and never with my husband holding my hand; the sensation was overwhelming and erotic beyond belief.

How much of him could I fit? I was determined. I felt Roger's hands take hold of my hips as he offered his gift. The tenseness in my body suddenly relaxed, relieving the pressure from his size, allowing him to introduce more. I had never felt such fullness, ever.

Roger was ready. With only a third of him inside, he did not want to press his luck, so he began her pleasure treatment, sliding in and out.

I looked directly at him as by body shook with joy, whimpering my delight to Bron, him, and the girls. I finally released my grip on Bron, concentrating on myself, and the massive penis in me. It felt so good.

Suddenly, a curious warmth made its way through me, drifting directly to my pussy, overflowing, offering renewed lubrication, as Roger took advantage of the deluge. Being fucked like this sent me into orbit, my body had never felt so content, so full; my fluid had never breached my dam like that. This was heaven.

With all the feverous activity at hand, Jeannie was as horny as ever. Pulling me aside, she grabbed my hand, and led me over to the lounge. "Mr. Bron, I need my lesson, I need you inside me. Lay down."

Jeannie, knelt beside me, taking me in her mouth, kissing and sucking to her delight in front of our audience. Her hormones were raging, her pussy, desperate. Standing up, she took hold of my hands and climbed on top.

Her tight young pussy slid right past my inches, bottoming out as she winced, and sang a chorus of delight. Holding her hips, I steadied her, teaching her the perfect position, then benefitting from her lesson, accepting her warm lubrication, as her hormones imposed their domination.

Looking over at Roger, fucking my wife, still decorated with my sperm, in perpetual bliss, I could not help but enjoy this exceptional voyeuristic moment, wondering what a painting of it would look like, with Jeannie fucking me, in the background, and Kate and Gloria, standing aside, observing the event--- live-carnal-art.

Being fucked in front of my husband, and daughter, ignited, and fed the exhibitionist inner-self in me. My body, my skin, my pussy, have never known such excitement, such pleasure, had so many orgasms; nothing could trump the erotic hormonal high I was experiencing.

It was at that moment... watching my daughter... in total control, fucking my husband... I realized...that we both, were addicts to this. My life had changed. My husband and daughter were included; we all stepped through that threshold together.