Harry Chambers had only half an erection. He was damned if he could figure why, considering he had never been surrounded by so many naked women in his life. He would have expected his cock to be jutting out like the bowsprit of an old sailing vessel, or like the heavily swaying harpooner's basket at the prow of a modern whaling ship-the cannon loaded and ready to shoot its load into the next rolling target. He realized then, that his hard-on wasn't due to the general scenery, but solely to the woman beside him. Which was understandable, since she put every woman in sight to shame. Karen had a body right out of an ad extolling the healthful virtues of nudism.
Her skin was an even golden tan, from her head to her feet, and all the interesting places in between. Like her breasts. She had breasts out of a dream: marvelous, heavy, lush impressive boobs. They had just enough sag to make him itch to lift them. They were all the more dramatic because of the contrasting slenderness of her torso.
Her tanned skin flowed smoothly down to the soft brown haze of her pussy, a warm nest between her firm, tan, rounded thighs.
Furtively, Harry studied the other men around the big pool. There were few in evidence. He was relieved that he compared favorably with all of them. But most had an even tan, while he had a telltale pallid stripe around his hips. He managed not to shy away, or blush, as a woman detached herself from a small group and strolled over. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, off her small, pointy breasts, her over-ample, jet black pubic patch. She was very pretty-her eyes dark and large, her hair so black it had bluish highlights. It was tightly curled and cut short. Her feathery, bold touch on his prick made the blood rush to the organ and his stomach muscles clench.
“Hello, Karen. Who's your friend?” she asked. Paul had the feeling the “friend” was his cock. “Sue, darling, it's so good to see you again,” Karen replied, too sweetly. “Still haven't managed to tan that appendectomy scar, have you?” Harry's gaze went from Sue's flashing eyes to the scar, to Sue's pussy, to her breasts, back to her false smile. “Harry, this is Sue. Sue, darling, stop gaping. You'd think you'd never seen a cock before. I know you've at least seen them,” she added maliciously. “Hungry little devil, isn't he?” Sue responded, stroking the underside of Harry's surging, suddenly achingly horny organ. “Oh, are you on a hetero kick this month?” How novel,” Karen quipped. Harry took it all in, as he felt his penis throbbing with building lust. He had heard nudist camps were essentially sexless. When Karen had finally talked him into visiting this one, he had tried to tell himself that nothing would come of it, not immediately at least. He had had the make on Karen for a month, without success. He hoped that once she had seen him naked, she wouldn't be able to resist his charms. The blatant eroticism of the by-play with Sue had him reeling. He stood by, a spectator, as the women sparred. Then Karen was easing him away from the slender black-haired woman. “See you around, Harry,” Sue said throatily.
“Uh, yeah,” he stammered stupidly. “Come on,” Karen said, cuddling his arm against one of her soft, warm breasts. “Let me show you around. I want you to get the feel of Paradisio. There's lots more to it than this.” Harry let her guide him, wondering what he had gotten himself into. The small clusters of two and three and four people in and around the pool seemed innocuous enough. They were all naked, but all seemed to be just talking chastely, and nothing else.
A soft moan made him glance around. He stumbled, stubbing his toe painfully on the smooth lawn. The couple behind the neatly trimmed shrub were not conversing chastely. They were lying on their sides, face to face. The woman had one slender leg curled over the man's muscular hip. He was moving slowly and easily. Obviously, he was giving the woman a slow, careful screwing. Her face was blank with passion and every inward thrust of the man's hips pumped a soft moan from her lungs. She was caressing the back of his neck tenderly.
Harry's cock swelled still more as he readjusted his thinking and expectations. Right there, right out in the open, in broad daylight, that couple was making love. His head tracked around as he stared at them while Karen guided him along. She seemed to accept it with easy casualness. Stumbling again on the smooth lawn, Harry jerked his head around just in time to avoid blundering into a small rose bush.
He staggered, lurched, and caught himself by slipping his arm around Karen's waist. She eased closer to him, sliding her arm around him.
Her bare hip brushed and pressed his. He was dramatically aware of her sleek, smooth bare skin against his. Curled on a blanket under a tree was another couple. They were cupped together like spoons, front to back. The man was moving his hips, fucking her, as he squeezed her breasts with one hand, probed her snatch with the other. Her plump thighs were parted enough to show his phallus moving in and out of her cunt. Harry's prick drooled a thick, glittering streamer. It spattered coldly on his thigh. He knew Karen was aware of his gaping. He tried to be nonchalant. “I see outdoor sports are popular,” he said huskily. “That's the whole purpose of Paradisio,” Karen replied calmly. “Interested?” Harry nodded his head nervously. His eyes fastened on a woman who was sandwiched between two men. They were thrusting at her alternately, and there was only one place one of them could have entered her. “I'm not used to-such openness,” he admitted. “It doesn't seem to discourage you,” Karen pointed out, stroking his rigid phallus. “It's interesting to watch.”
“Careful, or you'll run into a tree,” Karen teased. Harry looked back the way they were headed. “I'm not sure I could-uh-perform so openly, though.” “Sex is as natural a function as eating,”
Karen argued. “You'll get used to it. Took me a while to break down the barriers too. I've wanted you for some time, but not in some sleazy motel or the back seat of a car.” “I want you, too,” Harry acknowledged, his mouth dry. “Isn't there someplace-uh-a little private?” His cock was throbbing with hunger. “This way,” Karen announced. “If no one else is using it, that is.” She guided him between the neatly kept hedges, and into a small sheltered clearing.
It was completely surrounded by shrubbery. Sunlight filtered down through the trees and dappled the smooth grass. “Here we are,” she said, turning and pressing herself against him. Her body was soft, satin smooth, and warm and cool all at the same time. Her generous breasts were squashed against his firm chest. His cock was like an iron rod between them. Her sleek, tan legs tangled erotically with his strong hairy thighs and he felt her pussy scraping his flesh. Their mouths opened, and their tongues dueled sensuously, intimately. His lust roared upward with volcanic force, leaving him weak, shaky, aware of nothing except the woman in his arms. They sank slowly onto the grass. Karen lay on her back, gracefully offering her superb body to him. Her skin gleamed in the sunlight. Her curly light brown hair was a fuzzy halo. Her breasts were rising and falling with excitement.
He slid one hand over and cupped one of her marvelous mounds, and tweaked the pink nubbin of her tit with his thumb. She curled her dainty fingers around his impatient cock and milked the thick secretions from it. She smeared his meat with his drippings. Her hand skidded over his skin. Leaning forward, he kissed her, pressing his body against hers. He slid one heavy leg over her slender thigh, and she spread her legs in invitation to him. The sight of the erotic couplings had sent his lust soaring to the explosion point. He slid one hand down and found she was slippery wet, as ready for him as he was for her. She was letting him set the pace, neither urging him to hurry, nor restraining him. He eased himself into the lust cradle between her thighs. His phallus poked impatiently at the hot nest of her pussy, thrusting eagerly at her gates. She shifted her hips, and suddenly the way was open. He felt her hot, slick folds embrace his organ. He filled her guts with its bulk in a series of pumping thrusts. He paused with his pulsing prick sunk in her hot, satin-slick embrace. He was so close to coming that it hurt. His balls were quivering on the verge of eruption. Her hands clutched at his ass, holding him deep inside her, holding her hips jammed up against his. “Yes,” she hissed. “Oh, yes, so big!” He started to move, and she held him back. “Wait,” she pleaded. “I'll come too quickly, and you will, too. We're both ready for it, too ready. Let's think how we each feel to the other for a minute. Just a minute!”
Instead, Harry concentrated on his cock, and was glad she had suggested waiting. The pool of come gathering in his guts grew still greater as he savored the hot, wet sheath around his phallus. He could feel each delicate ripple of her vaginal walls, even the soft protrusion of her cervix, deep inside her body. Her grip on his buttocks eased, and he began to move almost without thinking about it.
Procreative instinct made him piston his penis in her clinging hole.
She was moving under him, lifting and thrusting, meeting each of his drives. She took him full depth, until the head of his phallus jammed against the end of her tunnel, stretching it. He was too far gone to hold back now. All he could do was see how high he could get before he began the long, shuddering tumble, an airplane fighting for altitude before it began the headlong rush earthwards. He quickened his drives, jabbing swiftly into Karen's willing body, cracking his pubic arch against hers, slapping his balls against her ass. His testicles knotted, squeezed, and his prostate erupted in a flare of pleasure as it added fluid and thrust to his coming. Semen surged the length of his prick in a series of jerking pumping bursts. His buttocks knotted, adding their bit to each ecstatic spurt of sperm exploding from the tip of his phallus, spattering deep into Karen's spasming vagina. His orgasm went on and on and on, the product of over a year's celibacy, a month of hoping, and an hour's visual stimulation. The spasming was further prolonged by Karen's skillful milking with her vagina. His organs reached unsurpassed heights as they struggled to drain his overloaded chambers. Eventually, his prick trembling in carnal dry heaves, Harry was left with a delectable exhausted ache in his groin. His cock retracted down the hot length of her clinging hole. He eased off her and lay beside her on the grass, panting quietly. He was aware of the sweat drying on his bare skin, the gentle touch of the breeze, the prickle of the grass. It was fantastic. He had never done it outdoors before. He thought, with a stab of pain, of Sarah, and how it had been with her. Always it had been good, conventional, loving sex, between the sheets, in the bedroom. But, God! How he had loved her, and she him. And then the lump, and the lingering, agonizing wasting death, as her own body cannibalized itself. “Fantastic,” Karen breathed softly.
“Unbelievable,” Harry sighed. How long had it been? Too long.
There had been too much staring at Jan, more and more the image of her dead mother. He had broken out of his cage before he attacked his own daughter. “Feeling better?” Karen asked. “Wasn't feeling bad,” he argued. The sun was burning through his closed eyelids. He shifted his head and found a patch of shade. Karen rolled to her side and stroked his chest with one finger. “You've been as tight as a bull next to a pen of cows,” she argued. “I could smell the hunger in you. How long has it been, Harry?” He shook his head angrily as her question echoed the one he had asked himself only moments before.
“She's dead, Harry,” Karen said bluntly. “She has been dead for almost a year now. It was time for you to start living again.”
Harry frowned, trying to deny her words, yet knowing she was right. He felt her soft fingers curl tenderly around his limp, drained penis. He felt that pale organ respond with a mindless, instinctive jerk. “This isn't going to let you,” Karen pointed out, squeezing his swelling cock. “It has more sense than that. It,” she said, squeezing his prick again, “knows that there is only today, that the past is dead. It knows what is important and what is not. I'll prove it.” She slid her head down his flat, muscular stomach. Her hair tickled his skin as she moved her mouth over his prick. Her lips caressed the bulb of his penis, her tongue bathed the glans, bringing a rush of blood to it. It was mouth to cock resuscitation. As she sucked on his organ, she eased around, slid one leg over his face. He found himself staring into her brown-furred pussy. She smelled deliciously of copulation. As she sucked on his phallus, she offered him her cunt. Her curling brown hair tickled his nose, then his face was smothering in her warm, soft fragrant flesh. He worked his lips and eased his tongue into her hot, wet crevice, even as his mind tried to deny her what she wanted. She was devouring his phallus with a ravenous eagerness that made his body respond in spite of his intellectual reservations. He tasted her hot, metallic flow. He tasted his own semen. He bored his tongue into her flooding vagina, feeling her slick folds ease apart to accept his probe. He curled his hands around her soft, smooth ass and drew her crotch down on his face, and massaged her lush buttocks. His cock was ready. It was more than ready. His balls were humming as they poured out waves of sperm. Then his glands armored them with thick secretions, readying them for the long trip down his phallus. Sensing the nearness of his orgasm, Karen eased off. She kept her mouth on his organ, but didn't move. Her hand was curled around his testicles, a loving nest for his balls. She squeezed gently and he felt his coming easing away, becoming less imminent. Seeking to stimulate her more, he sought her clitoris with his lips. He traced his way along the slithery petals of her slick inner labia, his nose sliding toward her vaginal opening. He felt her inner labia squirm away from his lips and realized he had gone too far. Sucking, he went back to where those folds of flesh formed a point. There, at that hooded peak, he found her hard, tantalizing button of nerves. He pursed his lips around it, and felt her push down on him, driving his head into the grass.
He was aware of nothing but her pussy. There was her smell, and her taste, and her oozings, and her pubic hair. Her sleek thighs were pressing his head. He drowned himself in her, finding unexpected pleasure in the act. He was barely aware of her mouth around his phallus until she began to suck on his prick again. Then, abruptly, he felt still another wave of semen joining what was already waiting. He felt his hot lubricant trickle into her mouth, felt her welcome it with her tongue. She savored his secretions even as he savored hers.
She was coming. She was grinding her pussy against his face as he sucked on her clitoris. He battered her nerve knot with his tongue, and felt her flood his face with her come. Her thighs clamped around his head. She writhed on him, her breasts squirming on his flat, hard belly. Her fingers dug into the back of one thigh as she clung to him with one hand, fondled his balls with the other. If she became confused, lost control, she would geld him instantly. He kept tormenting her sex, as if urging her to do just that. He was trying to justify himself by giving her as much pleasure as possible, trying to drown everything in a sea of sex. She was bringing him to an orgasm with her mouth, her tongue drawing on his prick, urging it to spurt into her mouth. He was going to. He was lifting to that exquisite brink, to the point of no return. If she was aware of his impending orgasm, she gave no sign of it, gave no indication she was going to retreat. He began to come. Hot shots of pleasure spurted the length of his phallus and into her working mouth. He felt her swallowing, and the pressing, sucking action of her tongue caused his cock to erupt even more violently. He poured his hot, sticky load down her throat, and felt the overflow pool around his prick. Then she swallowed again. She wasn't moving her cunt on his face any longer, but was doing her damnedest to crush his head into the hard ground. Her legs bent at the knee, her toes curled as her orgasm peaked. He tried to suck her clit out by the roots, sensing that it was what she wanted. She was still sucking the come out of his cock.
At last he had to wrench his face free in order to breathe.
Heaving oxygen into his exhausted lungs, he felt her come, chill and crusty, drying on his cheeks. His orgasm had passed, leaving an ache of satisfaction in his guts again. She still had his phallus in her mouth. Straddling him, her pussy brushing his throat, his face sticking up between her sleek, tan thighs, she kept sucking his cock.
Even though he had just come a second time, he was still hard. He would never have believed it possible, but blood still flooded his exhausted organ. Even as the last drops of come were drawn into Karen's mouth, he felt new sperm pooling in his guts. Lying there, her thighs pressing his cheeks in a warm embrace, Harry felt the sun on his face, the come on his nose. He felt her sucking mouth urging his body to undreamed of heights. He couldn't tell if he was numbed by the unending stimulation, or sensitized by it. He felt peculiarly detached from his cock. He was only vaguely aware of the delicate pressure, the occasional cut of her teeth. But he was exquisitely aware of her tongue against his glans. He could feel her cheeks pressing the flanks of his prick as she sucked on it. He could feel the blood rushing to the tip of his cock because of the vacuum she was creating there. He knew it was going to take a long, long time for her to bring him off again. At this point, all she was doing was keeping his erection. If she stopped, he'd lose it instantly, and he knew it. Evidently, she knew it, too. She kept her mouth around his cock, kept massaging his organ with her tongue. He felt her breath puffing hotly against him as she breathed through her nose, recovering from her own second coming. He focused his attention on the physical sensations assaulting him. Primary among them was the touch of her mouth on his cock. There was the sweaty slickness of her body on his, a stark contrast to the harsh bristly grass under him. He could feel her breasts, soft and squashy, squirm on his hard belly. He could feel her nipples probing him like burrowing animals. Her inner thighs were satin smooth against his hot cheeks. He stroked his hands down-or was it up?-from her ass towards her shoulders, caressing the flawless expanse of skin. Her body was a graceful series of curves: hips to waist, waist to ribs, ribs to shoulders. He stroked the series over and over again, loving the feel of her. His cock was gaming strength, getting harder and more impatient, but very slowly. His balls were wringing out still more sperm. He was going to come again-eventually. Jeez, how could something that hurt this way feel so damn good, too? He was in agony from the prolonged sexual stimulation, but it was such wonderful, exquisite agony. He stroked his hands down from her shoulders, toward her ass, toward his face. He gripped her buttocks and tried to indicate he was ready and willing to eat her pussy again. But she kept her pussy planted firmly on his throat, her mons nestling his chin. Evidently, she had no desire to be eaten again. Harry didn't mind. All he cared about, all he could think about, was how his guts felt as they got ready for yet another convulsive, climactic effort. There was a knot of fiery, frantic exhaustion deep in his belly. His prick was leaking. It felt like acid was eating its way the length of his bloated penis, then spilling into Karen's sucking mouth. Now, she could release his cock without worrying about its losing its rigidity. He was jacked up so high now that a break in the stimulation wouldn't cause a letdown.
Lifting her head off him, she got to her knees and crawled down his body, her pubis scratching all along his torso. She deliberately dragged her crotch down his body. She didn't lift even when his cock, draped up against his stomach, pushed eagerly into her hairy snatch.
She angled her pelvis, and his prick drilled into her hot vagina, surging from horizontal to vertical as her hot folds engulfed it. Then she was in the saddle, the pommel rammed up into her belly. Leaning forward, her hands on his thighs, she stared at his feet and rested, his cock once again sunk in her vagina. He lifted his head and looked down at her lush round ass, the bifurcation, and the flash of his cock in the crack, the graceful sweep of her back. She looked over her shoulder at him. Her face was flushed, her chin sparkling from her cock-sucking. Her eyes glittered with excitement. “Ready for another ride?” “Jesus, yes. Never would have believed it possible, though.” “You've got a lot to learn,” she teased. “Hang on.”
He braced his head up as she lifted off his prick. He watched his phallus appear under her, shining white with her juices and his semen.
She paused, and he stared at the point his cock connected him to her.
He savored the feel of his nerve-loaded glans being hugged by her hot folds, while the shaft was chilled as a breeze dried the fluid coating it. She lowered, his cock vanished and was totally in her body again. He reached down and cupped his hands to her buttocks. He guided her gently as she lifted and dropped. The strange, backwards position was new to him, and stimulated his prick in a way it had never been stimulated before. The angle of penetration, the surfaces in contact-it was all new, and built his level of pleasure still higher.
The puckered bud of her anus seemed to wink at him as she pogo-sticked up and down on his cock. It looked like a little flower nestled between the soft pillows of her buttocks. He had an urge to touch it, but restrained himself. Instead, he spread her ass cheeks so he could see better. He wondered how long his pleasure could go on. He was beginning to think it would last forever. Every stroke sent a thick wash of juices pouring from Karen's cunt down into his thick pubic bush, down over his straining testicles. She was flooding him as she humped herself on his phallus. Her head hanging, she was looking under herself, watching his cock ram in and out of her twat. Sweat glistened on her shoulders, formed tiny drops that trickled down her back. His neck exhausted, Harry let his head drop back to the grass. He kept his hands on her tail as he savored the agonizing blaze in his over-stimulated cock. He couldn't tell if the pool of come in his guts was big or small. He knew when he came it was going to be an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. It was like that crazy time when he had been fourteen or fifteen and he had jacked off, again and again and again, until his groin was one delicious ache as it tried desperately to squeeze out just one more wave. How many times had he come that day? Surely, no more than three? Or was it? He had done it thinking of the new girl in town, Sarah, picturing her out of her bathing suit. He had felt horribly guilty afterwards. But this was here, and now, in the hot sun. Karen was driving each of them to yet another coming. It was his third, and he was almost there. Then he was over the peak. Aching, convulsing, clenching agony engulfed him as he pumped still another load of semen into the woman fucking him.
His calves cramped as sperm spurted into her spasming vagina. He heaved his hips upward until he had half her weight on his cock and its foundations. He felt as if he was being twisted, being wrung dry like a towel. He was struggling to squeeze out the final drops of semen and pleasure. His last pulsation locked him into a cramped knot, held him there for aching minutes, then let him crumble with exhaustion. Karen slumped forward until she was stretched out on his legs. Her breasts were molded to his shins. She rested one cheek on his feet. He felt her panting hotly on his instep. In a slow, languid squirm, she straightened her legs until her feet were by his shoulders. Her knees were pressing his ribs. His prick sucked back out of her cunt. It shriveled until it was huddled in her slit.
There was no feeling left in it at all. It was numb with exhaustion.
He decided he must have fallen asleep. The sun had moved appreciably when he came to. He felt Karen ease off of him. He was aware of other sounds in the clearing, the rustle of the wind in the trees, birds singing, and a soft whimpering. Turning his head, he found they were no longer alone. A girl and a boy, no more than seventeen, were erotically intertwined. His slender, youthful body moved with ageless precision as he fucked the willing girl under him.
God! They were so young! “Let's go swim,” Harry suggested urgently. “Suits,” Karen agreed, evidently unaware he was upset by the two teenagers. “Next time we come, we should bring Jan along.”
“No!” Harry snapped. “She's too young. She's still hung up on her mother, too. If she knew I was with another woman, she'd be crushed.
She loved Sarah as much as I did.” Tm not saying she didn't love her mother,” Karen argued. “But, are you positive she'd be crushed if you found another woman?” “I'm sure,” Harry growled. “And are you sure she's innocent? She's what? Fifteen, sixteen?”
“Fifteen,” Harry answered. “A young fifteen.” “Are you sure?” Karen asked softly. “I don't want to talk about it,” Harry countered. He swept his-gaze past a trio of writhing bodies, one woman and two men. “I think we should talk about Jan if we're going to keep seeing each other,” Karen pointed out. “Not now,” Harry growled. “Christ! Not now.” How the hell could it be? Just the thought of his daughter brought his blood to a boil. Even after three rounds with Karen, he still had the hots for Jan, his own flesh and blood.
He plunged into the pool, hiding in its cool depths. He wondered if he should have said something about the bathing suit Jan had been planning to wear to the beach. It had been damn minimal.