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Author's Note: "Family Nudist Camp" is a bisexual series. This story contains male-on-male sex scenes, as well as male-female and female-female sex. If this bothers you, please go read something else, rather than sending me nasty anonymous emails.
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Carol Clayton-Maryville pulled up to the Lone Star Ranch gate in her white Toyota Highlander hybrid SUV. It was mid-afternoon on the day after her sons, Frank and Joe, had arrived from college.
"It's really good to be home," Carol thought as she punched the remote and the gate swung open. It had been an enjoyable and productive three days in Dallas, but she was tired of big cities and clothes.
She stopped by the office to greet Anne Bullock, the manager. "Hi Baby!" Anne cried, embracing Carol. Anne was a tall voluptuous black woman in her early forties, dressed only in hiking boots and a leather tool belt holding keys, PDA, phone and several pouches.
"Sexy Mama!" Carol purred, kissing Anne passionately and fondling her heavy chocolate breasts. "I've missed you!"
"Oh yeah Baby!" Anne muttered as her nipples hardened under Carol's touch.
Just as Anne was reaching for the buttons of Carol's blouse, "Play the Funky Music, White Boy!" burst from the phone on her belt. "Shit!" she exclaimed, checking the display. "That's the plumber. I have to talk to him about the septic tanks."
"That's okay, Mama!" Carol answered, giving Anne a quick kiss. "We'll get together REAL soon."
Anne waved as Carol drove on to the big house. She knew Carol's sons Frank and Joe had arrived from the east coast two days early, but they and Carol's husband Bill were going to surprise Carol. Anne grinned, thinking about the way the men would probably do it.
She slipped a hand between her legs as she answered the phone. "Hi, Honey," she purred in an exaggerated accent. "You da man who got what I need!"
Carol parked the Highlander in the garage attached to the big two-story log house. Nobody was home. When she carried her briefcase and suitcase up to the master bedroom, she found a single long-stemmed rose in the center of the bed.
A card was attached to the rose. "Welcome home, Honey Bear," it read. "I'm waiting for you on the island. We'll have a nice INFORMAL party. Don't worry about dressing for the occasion. -- Love, Black Bear."
Her nipples tightened as she thought about her husband's ruggedly handsome face, tall muscular body and big thick cock. Even after 21 years of marriage and two grown sons, she and Bill made love as often and enthusiastically as teenagers.
She quickly removed her business shoes and clothes, inhaling her own hot scent from her moist panties before dropping them to the floor.
Naked, Carol faced the mirrored closet doors, examining her reflection. She was 40 years old, but appeared to be in her mid-20s.
Her trim body was 5' 10" tall, with the sleek build of a runner and swimmer. Carol lifted weights for strength training.
Carol's C-cup breasts were firm and round, with her thick brown nipples and wide tan areolas pointing slightly upward.
Her curly shoulder-length brunette hair was matched by a thick triangular pubic thatch, pointing toward her hairless mound and neat brown folds. She had a smooth over-all tan, with no white patches.
Carol took the meadow path, walking naked and barefoot through the soft grass. Her breasts swayed as she worked her long arms and legs, rapidly covering the 1-1/2 mile distance from the family compound to Mystik Lake.
It felt so good being one with the sun, wind and earth! No matter where she went, her real world was right here.
In the early days of the Lone Star Community, Bill's father, Tiberius Claudius ("TC") Maryville, persuaded the members to build a dam, converting a lazy stream winding through gentle hills into a big hourglass-shaped lake.
Two rocky pine-covered hills in the middle of the basin became islands. "Cave Island" was big, flat, and horseshoe-shaped. Its south end was a wide sharply curving beach.
"Spear Island," stretching south from the mouth of Cave Island's bay, was a long narrow ridge, flaring into a broad tip. From the air, the two islands bore a fanciful resemblance to a penis approaching a vulva.
Families with children used the beach at the south end of the lake and stayed away from the islands. Cave Island's big beach was popular with heterosexual lovers, while lesbians met in a big clearing at the island's center. Spear Island was a gay cruising area.
Carol went past the canoes at the south beach and continued north to the stream which fed the lake. She slipped into the pleasantly cool water, letting the current assist her strong crawl stroke as she headed for the secluded beach at Cave Island's northern tip.
After the lake filled in, TC had cast a spell to bind the little beach to the Maryville family. Neither Carol nor Bill believed in magic, but none of the ranch guests rowing and swimming past ever set foot on the beach, even though it was clearly visible.
Carol rose from the lake like a sea goddess, barely breathing hard after her half-mile swim. Water streamed over her breasts and buttocks and ran down her legs. She squeezed the water from her thick curly hair as she looked around.
The beach was 30' wide and 20' deep, framed with rough boulders on the sides and a forest of pine and juniper trees in back. The family canoe was pulled up on the shore. A cooler and picnic basket sat on a blanket spread in a small shaded clearing behind the first row of trees.
There was nobody in sight and Carol's nipples tightened as she froze in place, listening intently. The normal forest and water sounds filled the air. There was nothing else, but she knew Bill was near.
Almost unconsciously, she reached between her legs, running a finger along her folds. They were already puffy and reddish-brown and her interior was hot and wet. Bill liked to surprise her and she loved being taken quickly and roughly. Grinning with anticipation, she plunged into the forest.
The trees thinned out into a tiny clearing after she'd gone a few dozen yards. Carol's only warning was a slight stirring behind her. Strong male hands grabbed her, gripping her breasts hard enough to leave finger marks as he forced her to her hands and knees.
