This one is fast. In this story, men have sex with each other, women have sex with each other, family members have sex with each other. You have been notified. Nobody in this story has any sort of sexual thoughts or activities of any kind until they magically become eighteen.
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Jill and I stood on a grass volleyball court under a blue sky streaked with shreds of clouds. This was the opening ceremony for Seven Palms naturalist campground. A light, almost hot, breeze drifted through the group of about two hundred people, all without clothing, talking, joking. Old friends reacquainted; new friends being made. We were long-time members, along with my parents and Jill's brother and sister. The six of us meet here at least once a year.
Jill squeezed my hand.
"Look."
"Where?"
"Over there, by the food table. Isn't that your Uncle and Aunt?"
I stared and we moved a little closer.
"It is. What the fuck?"
Jill pulled me away, "Why are they here?"
"Well, baby, maybe they like being nude."
"Not funny, buster. Your Aunt drinks too much, talks too much and is an obnoxious moron."
I laughed, yeah, that was my Aunt.
"She speaks highly of you."
"She does not. She thinks the world revolves around you and I'm a loser."
That was true. When Aunt Flo got drunk, it all came out.
"It's a big place, baby. We'll just avoid them. Besides, I heard she was going to AA."
Jill kept dragging me. "Something else I don't need to hear about."
My Aunt was tall and big shouldered with large breasts. Her brunette hair, with a few streaks of gray, hung to her shoulders. She shaved her sex. I had to admit she was a handsome woman.
"Hey babe, you know a lot goes on here that's under the radar. Maybe Aunt Flo and Uncle Ralph are swingers.
Jill dragged me further away, "Also not funny buster. We need a plan. They cannot see your parents or my brother and sister. I am not interested in some lame family reunion that will spoil our trip."
Let me back up. I'm Ryan, forty-one, my wife Jill, the same age. We're swimmers and runners so you can figure how we're built. Jill's a brunette, tall, short-cropped hair, blue eyes, not so big on top, a nice handful. Me, taller, blond, and blue, shaved head. Neither of us has any body hair except eyelashes and eyebrows. Easier to swim. Everybody asks, so I'll say, thick, not massive, about eight inches, cut with a big fat head. Well above average. Now you know it all.
We were married for a year when we had kids, twins, Mike and Molly. At the time Jill and I were nudists in our home. Following the tradition from both our familys. We did that till the kids asked questions and then reverted to a normal home. The naturalist life had caused problems in Jill's family, so we thought it best to be 'normal' at home and when the families got together. Everybody was very supportive.
Missing the naturalist lifestyle, the six of us set up an annual naturalist vacation. Sounds weird, but if you're brought up in the lifestyle, you'd understand. We love Seven Palms. It's a great group of people.
After a couple of years, we noticed that there was a lot of sex going on at Seven Palms. We had struggled to keep our sucking and fucking quiet. Don't let the nudists fool you. Walk around looking at naked people all day and you do get horny. The campground is nudist not Hedo, so it's not out in the open, but we caught a few people and there was a bit of muffled joy emanating from the cabins. We got the impression that this place, for some reason, had developed a sub-cult of discrete swingers.
During the year, we chat online with our fellow Seven Palms members. It's not sex talk, just folks with a similar interest. A rumor started that the management was not ignorant about the swinging that was going on. The rumor continued, saying that the campground had figured out a way to profit from it. We all laughed and assumed it was idle talk.
At the meeting, which is attended by families, with kids, young kids, the leader mentioned that adults could pick up a newsletter at the office. This piqued our curiosity, wondering if it was related to the well-disguised fence that had gone up behind the office.
The 'newsletter' was more of a notice that the fenced in area was an "adults only" area and that the usual rules for the campground did not apply. We were all smart enough to figure that out, plus the robust membership fee and STD test requirement made it clear that this was the new Hedo area, accessible only through the office.
Jill and I enjoy a very robust and adventurous sex life. Jill looked at my cock, which was on its way to violating one of the rules, 'hmmm I think you're thinking what I'm thinking." My parent's RV had developed some expensive electrical problem on the way here and they would be delayed for an indeterminate amount of time. But then there was the other thing
"I don't think your Aunt and Uncle will be interested in this."
I laughed, "I don't know. They talked once about vacations they took to the nude beaches in France, and Ibiza, in Spain. I know there is a lot of sex on those beaches. We just assumed they didn't participate. Maybe I was wrong."
"Well, let's not find out, okay? We need to be in the new zone before they see us."
The new area had accommodations, a few spots for RV's and an ironclad 'no electronics' rule. Nobody wants to be on the internet and that's the only way to prevent it. All that stuff stayed in the office and you could stop by and use it anytime. Just not in the 'fun zone'.
Jill and I are not swingers, well, yet. We're pretty sexual people, no surprise there, so we were now presented with an opportunity. Jill's sibs were supposed to be in tomorrow or tomorrow night, so we had some time to kill. We moved into a tent in the new zone. It was all tents; cabins would be next year. The tent was glamping. Rug on the floor, nice king bed with tables. An overhead light, fridge, table, chairs. Very comfortable.
In spite of our adventurous nature, we were nervous. There weren't that many people there yet, and they all were not bad looking. I think there's a screening process. Nudist parks are interesting. Some people have no hair, others just let it go, and everything in between.
On our walk we saw and heard folks that were already hooking up. The tent flaps had zippers but only a few were zipped, and the rest blew in the breeze, allowing a clear view of the action. We walked slowly by a few and Jill fondled my hard cock. We didn't ask to join.
We found an interesting feature. There was one eight by ten tent. Dark green material. A tarp wall, attached halfway down the side, ran some distance out on each side so you couldn't see the other end of the tent. A bulletin board had the guidelines. This was an anonymous assignation tent. One person went in one end, their anonymous partner entered in the other. A sort of anteroom at each entrance with thick blankets kept the inside in total darkness. You went in, flipped a switch, turning on a light at the other end. That indicated somebody was in there. A second light gave your gender and third your preference. Lights at both ends etc. There was a double bed on a soft platform inside and no lights. Obviously, no talking was permitted either. It was a game thing but also a nice way for nervous neophytes to try something new.
Jill and I found the idea fascinating. We've never done anything like this. We walked back to our tent discussing the idea while my cock stayed hard. Jill zipped the flap closed.
"Don't want to have an audience?" I asked, my cock twitching.
Jill dropped to her knees and took my cock in her delicate hand and gave me a wicked smile, "maybe I should leave it open. Aunt Flo might walk by."
I kinda wanted to be watched. Having my Aunt see me with my cock in my wife's mouth was an amusing and horny thought. I talked it up, knowing that tents have all the sound-deadening qualities of a public address system.
"Suck my cock baby. Your mouth feels so good."
Jill looked up and glared, tough to do with a mouthful of hard penis. I smiled.
"Suck my cock, Auntie."
That got me a slap on my thigh as she dropped my dick.
"Stop that! That's too far."
She was right and I held her head, running my fingers through her short hair as she took all of me in. She'd had to train for a while to do it and she still gags from time to time. I've told her she doesn't have to, but she does it to show what a sex perv she is.
Her mouth felt great. Hearing other people fucking made it even more exciting. I let go of her hair and reached down.
Jill's breasts are small. I don't care, I love them. But her nipples get wicked long and are very sensitive.
I rolled them in my fingers. Jill gasped around my cock. I just held them as she sucked me. Then I rolled them again, squeezing harder. Jill knows this game. She started panting around my cock. I paused, she paused. Then I pinched her nipples hard and pulled them. Jill gasped, groaned and I watched as a flood of her sex juice poured out of her, splashing on the wooden tent deck. That did it.
"Cumming baby."
Jill went back to sucking me and in seconds, I gripped her head and filled her mouth with cum. She gulped and gulped, her hands on my thighs to steady her. I touched her head and she released me.
"Fuck you made me cum so fucking hard."
I laughed, "You cum hard anyway. You love nipple play."
