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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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Tyra MacDonald slowed her pickup at the discreet sign reading "Lone Star Ranch" and turned onto the side road. She stopped in front of the main gate, which had a video camera, an electronic lock, and a keypad.
She pressed the button labeled "office." After a moment, a warm deep female voice answered. As soon as she'd announced herself, the woman on the intercom said, "Hi, Baby. This is Anne. It's good to have you back so soon."
"Frank and Joe invited me to come swimming," Tyra answered. "I didn't have too much work this morning, so I decided to take them up on it."
"Great!" Anne said. "Joe told me to assign you a key code. Stop by the office and I'll give it to you. It's not so busy today."
The gate swung open and Tyra drove through the pine forest past the narrow roads leading to camping areas and cabins to the central clearing.
The office was a small log house across the road from the Olympic-sized swimming pool and gym. She parked her truck and walked into the lobby. It felt more like a living room than a business.
Anne Bullock, the Lone Star Ranch manager, was a tall voluptuous athletic black woman in her early forties, with smooth coffee-and-cream-colored skin, large firm breasts with wide dark chocolate areolas and thick cylindrical nipples, big smoothly-rounded buttocks, and long hair cascading down to her shoulders.
"Hello Tyra," Anne said, rushing to hug the younger woman. "It's so good to see you again. I'm glad you came when I'm not running around madly, trying to keep this place going."
"I understand what it's like," Tyra answered. "I manage the Rocking M ranch. She was 25, tall and slender with curly sun-bleached brown hair and sparkling green eyes, wearing battered cowboy boots, tight blue jeans and a form-fitting tank-top.
"Let me get you the key code while I'm thinking of it," Anne said. "Shall I call the house? It will only take Frank and Joe a few minutes to get here."
"There's no hurry," Tyra answered, staring at the sexy black woman's rolling buttocks and swinging thighs as Anne walked over to the desk against the wall and bent over to retrieve a slip of paper from a bottom drawer, exposing the dark brown puckered circle between her butt cheeks and the thin line of purple flesh splitting her mound, almost hidden under her thick curly pubic hair.
She normally wasn't interested in women, but Tyra felt her nipples hardening and the heat growing between her legs as she watched Anne return. She thanked her and slipped the paper into the back pocket of her blue jeans after memorizing the number on it.
"There's no reason for me to stay dressed," Tyra said. The tank top's thin tightly-stretched fabric seemed painted on her breasts and hard nipples. She was pleased at the way Anne watched her as she pulled the tank top over her head, revealing her firm little pear-shaped breasts, with wide tan areolas and hard pink nipples.
Tyra sat on the sofa to remove her boots, white work socks, and blue jeans. She spread her legs to show Anne her plain white panties' damp crotch before taking the filmy garment off.
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.
Wordlessly, she rose to her feet and moved into Anne's arms. Their breasts pressed together as they kissed passionately, rubbing hard nipples and running hands over each others' thighs and buttocks.
"Come on, Baby," Anne said, taking Tyra's hand and leading her down the hall, past a bathroom and an office with a desk and filing cabinets to a room with heavy curtains and a double bed.
Tyra ran her hands over Anne's heavy breasts, feeling the heat spread through her body as she pinched and twisted the woman's swollen nipples.
"I've never done this before," Tyra confessed. "I fooled around with other girls when we were teenagers, but I've never been with a grown woman."
"Are you afraid?" Anne's rich warm deep voice washed over her like a comforting blanket.
"No, I want this more than I ever imagined," Tyra whispered.
Tyra laughed. "I had a fantasy a few nights ago. I was a teenage virgin girl, flying to see my explorer father. The plane crashed in the jungle and I was the only survivor. A big black Amazon rescued me and taught me to be a woman."
She gasped in surprise and delight as Anne picked her up and carried her to the bed. "Oh yeah!" she cried. "I'm your eager little virgin. Take me any way you want."
Anne lay Tyra on the bed and straddled her chest, lowering her big heavy breasts onto the young woman's face. "Eat my tits, Baby!" she commanded. "Lick and kiss them. Suck my nipples. Oh yeah! You do that good, for a virgin."
She finally pulled away and kissed Tyra on the lips and face before moving down her body. Tyra moaned as Anne played with her little breasts. "Yeah!" she cried as the black woman pulled her pussy open and slid her tongue inside. "Eat me, sexy Amazon Baby! Make a real woman out of me!"
Tyra screamed as Anne licked her pussy and sucked her clit, cumming until she finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Anne lay beside her and she moved into the big woman's arms. "I've never come that hard from being eaten," she gasped, kissing Anne.
It only took Tyra a minute to recover her breath. "My big beautiful Amazon," she whispered. "You really ARE teaching me to be a woman!"
Anne rolled onto her back and guided Tyra's head between her open thighs. "It's time for your next lesson," she growled. Anne fondled her tits, pinching and twisting her swollen nipples as Tyra's tongue probed her hot snatch. She was already on the edge of orgasm when Tyra's lips closed on her clit, sucking it like a tiny cock.
Tyra held on as Anne screamed and thrashed, her face battered by the big woman's rocking pelvis, cumming herself as she kept Anne's climax going, thrusting rough fingers into the black woman's wet cunt and sucking her clit.
Anne finally lay limp on the bed and Tyra moved back to kiss her. "My little virgin learns FAST!" she said. "You must have some Amazon blood of your own."
"I have a good, sexy teacher," Tyra answered. After that, they were both silent, lying in each others' arms in warm contentment for long minutes.
A tone sounded from the front room. It was gentle but penetrating.
"That's the gate," Anne sighed. "It's time to get back to work." She and Tyra kissed quickly, then rose from the bed.
"You don't work all the time," Tyra said. "I want to get a lot more love lessons from my sexy Amazon teacher."
"Don't worry, Explorer Girl," Anne answered, kissing Tyra again. "I've got a lot planned for my little almost-virgin. We'll get together again soon." She rushed out to the lobby to answer the intercom.
Tyra walked into the front room just as Anne finished talking to the new guests and opened the front gate. "I called the big house," she said. "Frank and Joe will be meeting me at the pool in a few minutes."
Anne hugged Tyra. "Is this just a swimming date, or is something else going to happen?" she asked, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Girls are wonderful, but I really love cock!" she confided.
"Joe and I did it yesterday," Tyra confessed, giggling with nervous excitement. "We accidentally met at the property line and . . . it just happened." She blushed slightly. "Afterwards, I told Joe I wanted to have him and Frank together."
"I'll bet he liked the idea," Anne said. "You're a lucky girl! The brothers are really sexy and fun!"
A car stopped outside. Anne kissed Tyra quickly as the car doors slammed. She turned away to greet the guests as the front door opened.
"I'll see you later," Tyra said casually, giving Anne a hug before walking out the door and crossing the road to the pool.
The Olympic swimming pool was enclosed by a 4' wire fence. Tyra opened the gate and stepped inside. A wide concrete apron, scattered with patio furniture, surrounded the pool. The showers were spray heads mounted over drains at the back edge of the patio. The only permanent structure was a corrugated metal building housing the bathrooms.
Tyra took a towel from a hamper and looked around. There was no-one in sight. She dropped the towel on a nearby chaise lounge, climbed the ladder to the 10' diving board, walked to the end and looked around the wide clearing that housed the Lone Star Ranch compound.
