This is an entry to the National Nude Day contest. Votes are what count. Comments are also very much appreciated. The younger women in this story are all at least 18 years old, and also were at the time of incidents referred to that preceded the date of the story.
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This is just one chapter from a 1920s erotic French novel set in that era, the "decadent twenties." The anonymous author, who used the nom de plume "Le Bonhomme," is not just a voyeur but also a participant in the action. He seems to be in his early thirties and apparently from a well-to-do family, living comfortably in the family's large flat in the best part of Paris. Some background first, to let the reader understand where and what and whom.
The novel describes events in a private club in a chateau near Paris. The chateau had been built by a very nouveau rich industrialist in the last quarter of the 19th century. He had done a good job, while his money lasted. The chateau was in the style of castles in the Loire valley, many rooms with "backstairs" access to rooms for the servants. In the basement, there was a not so small indoor swimming pool - very modern at the time. The industrialist had also included a "real tennis" court, or "courte-paume," as the French call it, like the one at Hampton Court Palace. There were also two clay courts surrounded by a ten foot high wall, and also a squash court.
When the industrialist went bankrupt during WW I, a group of rich young counts bought the complex and made it into a racquet and swimming club, allowing non-noble members to join for double the initial fee and annual dues. For a few years, the club was very popular and proper, but then some hanky-panty started in the unsegregated changing area for the pool. Some staid members leave the club, but others - Josephine Baker had just appeared in her banana skirt in Paris - like that the club's board rescinds all rules about bathing apparel. Naked swimming becomes almost "de rigueur" for both sexes. Some older men continue to wear something, but then don't in the first chapter with a description of group sex. In the next chapter, the author has sex with the daughter of an somewhat older men, who had been in the pool, letting her father see her cavorting naked.
The author excuses himself with the explanation that he wanted to avoid their starting a incestuous relationship. In the following chapter, however, he overhears two men discussing what they have done with the sister of one of them with appropriate erotic details about her figure, about how she sucked their cocks, about her tight pussy. In another chapter, an older man admits that he has had fun with the other man's daughter, and is urged by her father to tell about everything they did. When he has, the father chuckles and admits that he has dreamt about having sex with her. The other man nods with a grin and says that he has already been thinking about doing it with his own daughter.
It is left up to the readers of the novel to imagine whether all this happens in the club.
Male homosexual activity was maybe too much for even the decadent twenties, but the author apparently thought that his readers wouldn't mind his describing what women did with each other, nor object to his describing with details incestuous activity.
In another chapter, three men and three women have group sex, exchanging partners. The author lets them cool off with a chapter in which they just tell each other all about how good it was, with comparisons of breasts, pussies and cocks. The girls agree that size isn't as important as technique, and the men compare impressions of how tight their pussies were. Their conversation is at least as arousing as his description of what they had done. In the course of the conversation, it comes out that two of the women also sleep with each other, to the surprise of the men. But the big surprise for the reader is the last sentence in the chapter, in which it is revealed that they are the sisters of two of the men.
Inspired by all this, the author wants to get his three year younger sister involved, just telling her about the nude bathing. She is very reluctant. That is a background theme for a couple of chapters, while he fucks a woman a few years older than him, who is very experienced. He has seen her with younger and older men. There are passages about his sister: their conversations, his descriptions of what he can see of her, more when he discovers that her bed is visible through the keyhole, and then that she masturbates.
Meanwhile, he enjoys the company of a couple of women in the club, one a waitress in the club. He isn't the first member to fuck her, and she is very, very good, came with a recommendation from two other members. "Came," like that, a couple of times, and he did too, of course - in her pussy and in her mouth. The description of her pussy - her hair almost as soft as peach fuzz - and her orgasm and how she tastes is really arousing.
The author is still try to convince his sister that it is just about nude bathing, but it isn't by then. A couple of men play tennis on the real tennis court. Three couples and the players' women watch them, also nude, watching their flopping cocks and balls. Before the match is over, the couples are not just watching. When the players notice, their cocks aren't flopping, just wagging, which seems to inspire the couples to do more with each other, and the two women start fondling each other's breasts. When the match ends, another group sex scene finishes that chapter, five couples doing everything they can.
The author has trouble describing everything they all are doing, but his sister - next chapter - finally agrees to come and use the pool, knowing that they will be nude. When they finally are, she blushingly admits that she has always wanted to see his cock. She does, seeing it more aroused than she had expected. Of course, she is quite attractive, and her aroused nipples are too, to the delight of the other men. When she realizes that not just his cock is aroused, she murmurs:
"Better with yours than with all theirs."
The others grin and nod as they leave the swimming pool. The next chapter is very detailed about their incestuous evening together back home. She has just been waiting to do it with him since she knew what a man and woman could do. It sounded like she could still be a virgin, but his description of her eagerness to suck his cock and her skill at doing so suggest that she isn't. He has been - obviously - more than eager to see her pussy and doesn't just see it. Does he really do it better from all his experience in the club, better than with the several other women? In his novel, he lets her have an orgasm that is better than anything he described before.
He devotes another chapter to telling about how much they enjoy doing it at home - with the threat that they could be discovered by servants or their aged parents. They do, every night until she has her period, not any better, but with lots of talk about how good it is, how it is feeling for each of them: how much she likes to feel him come in her mouth and taste his cum; how much he loves to lick her pussy and make her flood his face; how she loves to feel her pussy squeeze his throbbing cock, and he loves to feel it squeezing it.
Back at the club, by now, all the active members are confirmed nudists and sexually active. Nude swimming and playing tennis or squash are just a prelude to having sex. No men do anything with each other, but when two younger women do, other women also do. At first, just other younger ones, but then older ones, and then younger and older together. The author is discretely just a peeking voyeur, but holding his cock and having an orgasm as he watches them, not all of them, of course, just two pairs; the others have gone somewhere else in the chateau, like he had with the waitress and other women.
The next chapter is about preparations for Bastille Day, July fourteenth. For a change, there is no sex in the chapter, but lots of anticipation and planning for the big holiday, wanting it to be a fucking grand event. The author didn't use that expression, but it describes what happened.
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Bastille Day, July 14, 1928!
My sister was dubious about accompanying me, after I had told her that it sounded like the party was going to be more than what she had seen before. She had seen a lot, since we had been at the club a couple of more times, and then gone home and done everything we could, after being aroused by watching others.
"Bleu blanc rouge," blue white red, banners had been draped on the wall around the tennis courts, where the party would take place, and tables and chairs set out. Midsummer. Of course we were naked, like the other members and their guests, who obviously knew that they should be too, but looked a little uncomfortable, especially those with no suntan, but they were there. A few others obviously had good tans, letting us wonder where they had got them. The first glass of champagne helped the pale ones relax. There was a large buffet waiting along the wall. But first the chairman of the club held a speech. After just a mild remark about our lack of attire, greeting guests for joining us that way, spoke about the significance of Bastille Day for France. Some of us found that a little funny, since so many members were of noble descent, their families' having lost their political significance in the French Revolution.
Finally, he finished with a call of "Viva la France", and someone started to sing "La Marseillaise", all of us joining in. He announced that the buffet was opened, but we were already crowding towards it, bunch of naked people crowding hip to hip. My sister said something about the French not knowing what an English queue was, but she didn't mind that my hips were rubbing against hers. How could she? She had liked feeling them there often enough before, only now my cock wasn't trying to get between her thighs.
But as we waited for others, noticing that other couples were in the same position, my cock was beginning to want to. When we finally got to the buffet and had filled our plates, turning back, I saw that a couple of other cocks felt the same way. A guest looked a little chagrined that his was, but the nearest couple of members just grinned. My sister must have also seen them, giving me a grin.
She had seen plenty of aroused cocks already; couldn't surprise her, but she didn't have to give me that grin. Did she want to do more than just see them? If she wanted to; we had spent the night before together in bed. If she wanted to, a brother didn't have a lock on his sister - as arousing as it was with her - luck man, if she did. If she wanted to with him, or him - or her, his sister?! She had seen that too and told me it was arousing to see two women like that. And me? What about his sister? We had done it before. Had he? Would he want to with mine? Why not? Had her nipples popped out, when he grinned at us?
