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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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The mountain bike lifted off the ground as Joe Maryville jumped a six-inch stream running across the trail.
He was 20 years old and 6' tall, with the sculpted muscles of a competition body-builder. He had curly dark brown collar-length hair and bright blue eyes. Except for his high-topped sneakers, cross-country helmet and long-fingered gloves, he was naked.
The trail rose steeply and Joe pushed his speed until he was breathing hard. It was early on a Wednesday morning in late spring. The feel of the sun and wind on his bare skin excited him and his cock stiffened as he climbed.
The evergreen forest thinned out at the top of the hill, where a barb wire fence marked the boundary between Lone Star Ranch and the adjoining Rocking-M. Joe grinned as he saw the figure standing beside the parked pickup truck, fixing a break in the fence.
He called out and Tyra MacDonald, the Rocking-M manager, looked up from her work. Her eyes widened when she saw Joe naked on the mountain bike, pulling up in front of her. His penis had softened, but was still long and thick.
Tyra was 25 years old, tall, slender and muscular from tough ranch work, with curly sun-bleached brown hair and sparkling green eyes. She was wearing her usual battered cowboy hat and boots, tight blue jeans and an unbuttoned man's shirt over a form-fitting tank-top.
She'd met Joe and his older brother Frank on Monday at the bus station. They'd come home from college early as a surprise. There was nobody to pick them up, so Tyra gave them a ride.
"I've never been to Lone Star Ranch," she'd said, fantasizing about seeing the brothers naked. "Do I have to take my clothes off?" Her nipples, already erect, had grown harder at the thought of baring her body.
"No, that's completely optional!" Frank had laughed. There were pronounced bulges in his and Joe's shorts and she had been sure the men could smell the juices soaking her panties.
At the ranch, they stopped to talk to Anne Bullock, the manager. She 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.
Tyra was fascinated by Anne's heavy chocolate breasts and large smoothly-rounded buttocks and found it hard to keep from staring at Anne's body.
"Come back this weekend for a swim," Joe had urged as he and Frank were unloading their luggage at the big log house. "There will be lots of people here then. Nobody will think you're weird if you wear a swimsuit, but you'll be so comfortable you won't want one."
"Being naked isn't always sexual," Frank had added. "It's just being natural, and comfortable with your body."
"What if I like being sexual?" Tyra had asked teasingly.
"That's natural, too!" Joe had answered. Tyra hugged him, flattening her breasts against his chest and pressing her crotch against the bone in his shorts.
"I'd better go!" she'd said huskily, kissing Joe quickly, then turning to give Frank an equally intimate embrace. "Chores don't do themselves."
"I WILL see you this weekend . . . if not sooner." Tyra had climbed into her pickup and roared away. She'd been so turned on, it was hard to concentrate on driving.
"Hi Joe," Tyra said as the naked man leaned the mountain bike against the fence. "It's good to see you again."
She tried to keep her eyes on Joe's face as he removed his helmet and gloves, but the sight of his sculpted chest and flat belly relentlessly guided her gaze to his clean-shaven pubic area, long thick penis and hairless balls.
"Good morning, Tyra," Joe answered. Her shirt was open and her form-fitting tank-top revealed her erect nipples. His cock stirred at the sight. Even with his relaxed nudist attitudes, being naked with a fully-clothed woman was a big turn-on.
"It's good to see you so soon, rather than having to wait until Saturday," Joe said. "I'm a little surprised you're mending fences personally. I thought the Rocking-M had three hired hands."
"Sitting around an office with computers and spreadsheets isn't much fun," Tyra answered. "I like to get my hands dirty and fixing this stretch of fence was a good way to get out. If I didn't need the pickup to haul tools and wire, I'd have ridden Blue."
"That's Bluebonnet Lightning, my three-year-old stallion," Tyra elaborated. "Grandma Mike gave him to me when I took the manager job and he's mine even if I leave. I spend as much time on him as I can."
"We should go riding," Joe said. "Lone Star Ranch has horses and I'm pretty good in the saddle."
"I bet you are!" Tyra said automatically, then blushed. After an instant of awkward silence, she and Joe both laughed, a little nervously.
"I'm ready to take a break," Tyra said. "I have a blanket and lemonade. There's a shady grove a quarter mile away. Want to join me?"
"Sure!" Joe answered, springing over the fence. Tyra winced as his penis swung near the wicked barbs, but he avoided them with easy grace, landing lightly beside her.
"This is strange," Tyra said as they approached the truck.
"Being outdoors with a naked man?" Joe asked.
"Yeah, but not in the way I'd expected," she answered thoughtfully. "It feels like you belong here and I'm out of place in these clothes."
"That's easily fixed," Joe answered, grinning.
"It sure is!" Tyra agreed brightly. She lowered the tailgate and laid a saddle blanket from the pickup bed on the ground behind it.
Joe watched appreciatively as she removed her battered cowboy hat and work shirt, then sat on the tailgate to take her boots and tight blue jeans off, leaving her dressed in white work socks, plain white panties and the tank top.
She wasn't wearing a bra and the tank top's thin tightly-stretched fabric seemed painted on Tyra's breasts and hard nipples. Sitting on the tailgate with her legs spread to show her panties' damp crotch, she pulled the tank top over her head, grinning at Joe's swelling penis.
Tyra pushed her panties down around her ankles. One foot came out easily, but the other one caught. She laughed and kicked, sending the filmy garment flying off into the pasture.
She stood up on the saddle blanket and turned to face Joe, naked except for her socks. Her green eyes were sparkling with excitement.
Tyra's tall body was slender and muscular. Her B-cup breasts were firm and pear-shaped, with wide tan areolas and hard pink nipples.
The thick dark brown hair covering her mound matched the long curly sun-bleached brown hair on her head. Her pussy lips were neat rolls of puffy tan flesh, the same shade as her areolas.
"I never realized it would feel this good!" Tyra whispered, climbing into the pickup bed and standing with her arms and legs spread, exposing her body to the sun, sky and the world around them.
She jumped onto the saddle blanket and kissed Joe quickly before putting her boots on. "I'm ready to go now," she said, taking a vacuum flask and blanket from the truck cab.
Joe and Tyra walked to the grove hand-in-hand. "How's your family?" she asked. "It must be great being back together."
"It is," Joe agreed. "We're very close. Frank and I are coming home after we graduate from college."
"Where is your brother?" Tara asked as they spread the blanket in a shady spot. "Not that I mind being alone with you . . ."
"Lone Star Ranch has always been a family business," Joe answered. "Frank and I do a lot of work when we're home on vacation."
"Mom convinced Anne Bullock to spend the day at the lake with her," he continued. "Dad is covering for Anne. Frank is upgrading the accounting software. I didn't have anything to do this morning and I LOVE naked mountain biking. It's not something I can do in Cambridge."
They removed their shoes, boots and socks and sat cross-legged on the blanket with their knees almost touching.
Tyra's nipples grew even tighter when she realized her spread legs pulled her pussy lips open, showing Joe a little of her hot pink interior.
"How's Mike?" Joe asked, looking into Tyra's eyes and pretending not to notice her open mound, already glistening with her juices. "Frank and I have known her since we were babies. She's our third grandmother."
Tyra's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Joe, trying to focus on his face rather than his body. Even soft, his penis was long and thick. It was easy to imagine it erect.
Her hands trembled slightly as she unscrewed the cup from the vacuum flask and poured lemonade into it. "Here, you go first," Tyra said, handing the cup to Joe. She was surprised that her voice was steady. "I'm sure you don't mind sharing."
"That's good lemonade!" Joe said, drinking half the liquid in one long swallow and passing the cup to Tyra. "Our family has always been close to the MacDonald clan," he continued. "We've shared a LOT more than drinks."
"Mom's an executive in Philadelphia and I grew up there," Tyra said. " I was born before she married Dad, which is why my name's MacDonald, rather than Bolens."
"Dad's a born-again Christian. Mom fell out with Mike after she married him and adopted his faith. They think she's a sinner. Mom and Dad wouldn't pay for me to go to Texas A & M, so I worked my way through. They're not happy I'm managing the Rocking-M for Mike now, either."
"That's too bad," Joe answered. "Your parents probably wouldn't think much of the Maryville family. "We believe in that 'sinful' stuff about love, freedom and human potential."
"I love Mom and Dad, but I never fit in," Tyra said, finishing the cup and setting it down. "When I met Mike I felt I was really home for the first time."