We'd been nudists all our lives but we'd also been dirt farmers in a poor part of the country and we hadn't been anywhere to be with other nudists so when the magazine came we really got excited. It was titled "Nudist Camps Reviewed" and it had the names and places of nudist camps all across the country with pictures and descriptions.
Daddy and momma pored over that magazine until the pages were almost tattered and my brother and I knew there was a coffee can on top of the pie safe that they were putting money in to save for going to visit one of those nudist camps. Billy and I both wanted to go, we wanted to meet others our ages who were nudists because we had only our family to share with in the nudist lifestyle. We saw pictures of other young adults in that magazine and we both knew that if we were ever going to find nudists to marry it would have to be in a place like those in the magazine. Billy was already 19 and I was 18 and we loved being nudists but we didn't know anyone in our school or community who lived nude, so here was an opportunity to meet potential spouses.
Meeting someone to marry was very important, we both wanted to raise a family as we had been raised in the freedom and pleasure of being nude, of feeling the caress of the summer breezes and the tingling rasp of Winter's winds, the flow of water in the swimming hole as it awakened every nerve in our skin and the joy of watching the beauty of human bodies in motion and at rest. It was also important to us because we wanted someone as a life partner who could better understand our love for each other. Yes, Billy and I were lovers, we had enjoyed our first sexual coupling on my 18th birthday, a coupling we'd both been wanting for so so long.
I love remembering that first time. Momma had baked and iced a cake and got our aunt to draw on the icing a couple embracing with a border of flowers around them. Daddy had made a bedstead and bought a mattress for us to use for the occasion and then to have to sleep together in. Aunt Cassie had helped me get my hair trimmed and styled and Billy had spent 75 cents for barbershop haircut. We'd both bathed, twice, and Grammy had bought a bottle of perfume for me from the Watkins man. We wanted it to be perfect, and it was. Uncle Barney got out his fiddle and was playing a lively tune. Momma led Billy in from the porch and Daddy led me in from the front room and we met at the bed and kissed and it was like kissing an angel it was so sweet.
Momma had taught me what to do using Daddy and Daddy had taught Billy using Momma, so when we laid down and I got on top of Billy and started sucking his dick he right away began licking my pussy. I cummed real quick, so hard it shook my whole body, and Billy left off licking me and turned around and I got on my knees and let my pussy down on his dick. I had busted my maidenhead a long time before and it didn't hurt, not even a little bit, as I let my pussy down on his dick. It had hardly got all the way in when I cummed again and then Billy started humping his dick up in me and I got rising up and down on him and it wasn't long until I was cumming again. Then Billy cummed and it felt like my whole pussy had been bathed in hot oil and I remember looking at Momma and saying, "Oh Momma I been fucked".