Future of Porn

*1*

“You coming with us?” his mother asked him innocently.

“How long you going for?”

“Four weeks,” she smiled, “your father’s been given some time off after winning that contract for his company.”

“Where to?” he asked.

“How does France sound?” his father beamed.

“France?” Ben’s eyes widened in surprise. Though healthily into his twenties, his family was not wealthy at all: his father’s hard-earned salary had gone towards Ben’s education, so they had never had the money to take Ben abroad. He had never even been out of the country. “Really?” he asked, truly thrilled.

“Yeah. I got given a bonus,” his father said. “So we can all go abroad this year.”

That all seemed very well, and for a couple of days, Ben was quietly excited about going to a foreign country for the first time ever. That was until shortly before his mother went out to work when she handed him the brochure of where they were going. He didn’t look at it immediately she gave it to him, so he when he did get round to looking at it, neither of his parents were home for him to ask any questions.

At the top of the front page was the name of the place his parents had booked for the vacation: “Sunshine Nudist Colony”.

“Nudist colony?” he said aloud, though there was nobody to hear him.

His first reaction was of complete surprise: since when had his parents been nudists? He knew they often went for weekend breaks all over the country while he had been at school and college, but nudism? They’d said nothing about that. His second reaction was of complete and unabashed horror. He was going to have to be naked for four weeks in front of all kinds of strange people.

He yelled in absolute terror - not that anyone could hear him, of course - and dropped the brochure. For a long while, he just wandered around the empty house in a complete daze.

He was going to have to take off all his clothes and walk around without anything to hide his modesty whatsoever! It was like that dream he had sometimes where he dived into the school swimming pool and lost his trunks, having to get out of the water in front of everybody in the buff. But this would be reality, and it wouldn’t be running naked into the changing room, it would be four weeks of vulnerability.

What was he going to do? He could just tell his parents he had plans, that he couldn’t go. But his father had already paid for the vacation, his father had already shelled out for his place. He couldn’t just waste all that hard-earned money now, could he? He’d just have to deal with it.

But how could he deal with it? Well, he could try and stay indoors, away from anyone else, but four weeks in a virtual prison might be worse than four weeks of sheer nude embarrassment.

He went upstairs, feeling more than a little light-headed, and went to the mirror in his bedroom. What would all those strangers think of him when he took off all his clothes? He was going to be so embarrassed. How was it they said you should deal with embarrassment? Imagine that everyone who is watching you is naked. But what if they already were naked? Hmm…if everyone else was naked as well, perhaps it wouldn’t be so embarrassing.

In front of the mirror, Ben stripped off his clothes and examined his body. If everyone else was naked, then he wouldn’t be the focus for merriment in the way that he had been in those bad dreams. And since he had a fairly ordinary-looking body - as far as he knew, anyhow - people in a nudist colony probably wouldn’t stare at him. He had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of: the slumbering snake sitting astride that soft patch of brown hair was closer to python than worm, nothing to make him feel small when exposed. But exposure itself: that was the big thing. How would he react to all those naked people with nothing to hide himself with? What if it grew?

That, fundamentally, was the problem.

Without bothering to put on any clothes, he went back downstairs. It felt strange to be naked anywhere other than in the privacy of his own room. The breeze around his exposed genitals, the feeling of unrestricted exposure, the lack of anything whatsoever to protect his vulnerable skin.

He went back to the brochure: the Sunshine Nudist Colony. It was an inevitable reality of his near future. The cover displayed a number of smiling, happy, nude people. Most of the people were fairly ordinary looking. Most of them were the kind of people you would hope would never dream of going nude in public: bellies drooped here, buttocks drooped there, breasts hung knee-length and hair just sprouted without rhyme or reason.

But as he flicked through the pages, there were girls around his own age here and there. Girls who really wouldn’t have been out of place at his own college. Girls with slender, fit young bodies, perky, supple breasts with tender pink nipples and pussies with only carefully trimmed triangles or tufts of soft hair.

A few pages into the glossy brochure, Ben’s cock was as hard as granite, pointing straight up from where he sat on the couch. Damn it, it wasn’t as though he was a complete virgin - he’d had some experiences - but he’d never seen so many girls his age without any clothes on. And these were European girls: their tans were as perfect as their curves. Those kind of looks were rare in the females he knew from his own social circle.

How was he going to survive at such a place?

*2*

Ben’s parents were clearly not fazed by the whole nudism thing: they were quietly looking forward to the vacation, not at all worried by the nakedness as Ben himself was. They obviously done it before many times in the past while Ben had been away, so they were used to the whole idea of public exposure.

The next few days for Ben were awful: butterflies of nervousness fluttering inside his stomach non-stop, restlessness burgeoning into irregular sleeping patterns. He had those dreams again, only this time the people laughing at him as he left the swimming pool without any trunks were all nude European girls giggling about his erection rather than his nudity.

Time was supposed to pass more slowly when you’re having a miserable experience, but Ben was miserable and time seemed to speed up. Seemingly before he knew it, the day had arrived, and he had to help his parents pack the car full of vacation equipment - but he noticed that they weren’t packing clothes. It was true, then. They hadn’t been joking.

“You’ve been acting very quiet,” his mother said as they ate their last meal at home before the long drive.

“I’ve never been to a nudist colony before,” he answered honestly. Hell, what else was he going to do at this point?

“Oh, you’ll be all right,” she said, “the kinds of people that do it are generally very nice.”

“You might find some friends your own age,” his father smiled reassuringly.

“I doubt it,” he said gloomily.

“Nonsense, there’ll be lots of young people there - you’ll find your feet in no time.”

“I’ll be so embarrassed.”

“No you won’t,” his mother said, “after a few days, you’ll get used to it and then everything’ll be right as rain.”

“It’s just a lifestyle choice,” his father added, “everyone there will be the same, you won’t stick out. No one will stare at you, Ben, because you won’t be any different.”

And that was it: his last supper. Afterwards, they all got into the car and it was goodbye to normality, hello Sunshine Nudist Colony for four whole weeks.

*3*

After a long, long journey across the continent, they eventually arrived, and thankfully for a tired Benjamin, it was dark when they got there. Looking at his watch, it was close to three o’clock in the morning, something he was truly thankful for. Before even putting up the tent, the first thing his parents told him to do was remove his clothes.

He did so on the back seat of the car while his parents de-clothed outside. The cool night air closed around his skin as he slipped off his shirt, and when he finally tugged off his underwear, it was the moment of truth. He opened the door and was outside, naked.

“There you are, you see,” his surprisingly nude mother smiled, “nothing to be worried about, huh?”

“No, I s’pose not,” he said. It felt odd being naked in front of his parents, very odd. At least it kept his penis clearly soft, though. They seemed to be consciously not looking at him, keeping their gaze away from his nudity, as though trying to put him at ease. As he helped them put up the fairly large family tent, he found that he didn’t feel too bad.

But then came morning, and the sunlight.

Waking was an odd experience. Getting out of his sleeping bag, his first instinct was to reach for his clothes. But there were none. It all came back to him and shocked him a little. His room was small, just enough room for a single camp bed and not much else. There was a single window, made of slightly blurry clear plastic that he could roll up and tie off with elastic. He didn’t though, even though the temperature was fairly sizzling already at that early hour. For a moment, he just sat on his bed, wondering what the hell he was going to do.

As was fairly usual, he had woken up with an erection. It was one of those mysteries of male life that you woke up with a raging horn for no reason at all. And now was the worst moment: he had nothing to hide it with.

“Ben, breakfast!” His mother’s cheery voice came through the thin canvas walls of the tent.

Damn it. He didn’t even have time to wait for his penis to soften. Would it ever soften? What if it never went down?

Tentatively, he drew back the curtain of his door. Outside, there was a smallish living area of the tent, but thankfully it was empty. His parents were outside, sitting around the white plastic table getting breakfast ready. Quietly, he slipped out and sat down quickly in the nearest white plastic chair, fast enough so that his hard penis went unnoticed.

It was a bit of a relief to be sitting there with the table maintaining his modesty. His parents didn’t seem to have any such problems: they lounged back in their own chairs letting it all hang out so that whoever might walk past would be able to see it all. It was slightly disturbing for him to see them naked, but his eyes didn’t wander, so he managed to do his best not to be in any way judgmental.

Breakfast was a strange experience. It felt quite nice to be naked in the warm sunshine, but he felt he had to stick behind that table to be really safe. Every now and then, strangers walked by, wearing nothing whatsoever but smiles and sunshades, some of them smiling at Ben and his parents as they passed, none of them worried that they were completely naked. Ben couldn’t help to react to their nudity, particularly when a young girl went by. He had never blushed so much in his life. After a while, he found it was best if he just kept his eyes on his breakfast, and blocked it out.

Once he had finished his food, however, a new problem presented itself. Or herself, perhaps would be more correct. Opposite them, across the lane, a similar tent to their own opened and a girl very much Ben’s own age, or possibly slightly younger, stepped out carrying a towel. She had to be the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on, but she was completely nude. Ben’s jaw dropped as he saw her leave the sanctity of her tent, and the warm sunshine touched her long auburn hair that was tied back in a extensive pony tail. His eyes were drawn down to her small firm breasts and her pinker-than-pink little nipples, further on down her flat stomach to her crotch, which still displayed a tan line in the shape of very high-cut thongs, but those thongs were not there. Absent. There was nothing whatsoever to prevent his gaze reaching the small tuft of bronze down on her irresistible mound, just above her tender little slit snuggling between slim thighs.

Though her eyes were covered by black sunglasses, a sudden jolt of fire shot through Ben as he thought she had noticed him looking at her. Had she smiled at him? Damn it. Trust his parents to pick a spot in the most dangerous place in the camp, with a young naked beauty next door, there to make him feel one hundred per cent embarrassed every day for four weeks.

“You see,” his mother said as she put down the magazine she had been reading, “I’m sure there are plenty of people your own age round here.”

He nodded, but said nothing. What could he say? He didn’t really want to ruin his parents’ holiday. The most important thing for him was to keep them sweet, so that they would agree to help him financially through college. If he angered them, they would just say ‘no’, and that might ruin his life for the next three years or so.

He picked up a magazine, one of his dad’s car magazines: it didn’t really interest him, but it was something to hide behind while the girl across the way made herself comfortable lying down on her front on that towel. It wasn’t so bad having her lying on her front: her face was away from him, so he was safe. She had a cute behind, that was true: that sexy tan line showing between beautifully rounded buttocks, but it didn’t quite stir his blood as much as her front view. Over the top of the magazine, he subtly watched her as she moved her long red hair off her back to get the full rays of the sun on her skin.

“You coming for a swim?” his parents stood and cleared away the breakfast things, and he kept his eyes firmly on the text of the magazine to keep from accidentally straying to his parents’ dangling genitals.

He thought for a moment. If he went now, he’d be able to sneak away while the girl opposite wasn’t looking. But then if he went swimming, chances were there would be many, many more young girls there to be embarrassed in front of. Bad news, if ever there was some.

“Uh, no,” he said, “I think I’ll stay here for a while.”

“Fair enough. Don’t forget to put on sun cream, will you?”

His parents headed off to wherever it was they were going swimming, and Ben was alone. Suddenly he was very, very scared. What was he going to do? He was going to need to go to the bathroom soon. His parents had shown him where the toilet block was on their way over here the previous night, but it was a very public place. How was he going to get there? Well, he would have to deal with that obstacle when he came to it. Perhaps pure desperation would give him courage.

Putting down the magazine, he noticed that the girl across the way was now lying on her back. The lines of her body were so incredible: so gracious, so alluring to the eye, so tempting to the soul, so very wicked yet somehow, so very pure. She lay there, side-on to his gaze, her slender legs stretched out to the left, her pretty head of bronze hair laid out to his right. Perfection personified. He couldn’t help but allow his eyes to wander up and down her delicate skin, in awe at the sight of her sweet face, burning with desire at the vision the tender pink peaks on her succulent breasts, breathless at the way her flat stomach pointed the way with a devilish pale tan line to the little cherry tuft atop her jewel of a mound.

So sensational to the eye, but she formed such a barrier to him. Sitting there at the table, his erection was more prominent than ever, and the worst thing was that encroaching tightness in the bladder: he was going to have to go soon, like it or not. He picked up the magazine again, trying desperately to find something to take his frazzled mind away from the situation. Maybe she would go soon. Maybe she would get hungry. Maybe she would drift off to sleep. How could he tell if he was asleep or not? She was wearing sunglasses - she could be looking anywhere for all he knew, she could be looking straight at him right now.

Thinking about it just made it worse: his bladder was full, and felt more and more ready to burst as the thoughts of just what he was going to do raced around his brain. Damn, he wished he was German. The Germans were supposed to be fine about nudity. Not like the repressed English. Hmm…what if she was German? What if the most exquisite female he had ever seen was German, and nudity wasn’t a big deal to her?

He sighed. Even if she was German, that didn’t hide the fact that he was English to the core, and no matter how many Germans were watching, he would be blushing like a nun in a whorehouse on his way down to the public conveniences. He focussed his eyes on the text of the magazine once more, trying to keep the thoughts of flowing water, of bursting dams, of gushing fountains out of his mind.

“The A8 4.2 Quattro Sport is based on Audi’s 300bhp, V8 flagship, with the addition of lowered, stiffened sports suspension, up-rated standard equipment and a price premium of £3,7742.75. Performance - 0-62mph in 7.3 secs, restricted 155 mph top speed - is unchanged…”

No, it wasn’t enough. It was just too mind-numbingly dull when there was a goddess of the most extravagant splendour lying just yards away from his raging erection. He just couldn’t read pap like that. His eyes were drawn to the far-left of the magazine, ignoring the text and photographs to sneak a peak around the corner at the wonderful sight that lay…wait a minute…she was gone.

The girl had disappeared completely, taking her towel with her. Ben’s heart took a soaring leap as though Neil Armstrong had sneaked a pogo stick aboard Apollo XI and wanted to see just how big a step for mankind he could achieve.

“Bonjour,” the voice shattered the unbridled optimism rushing through his veins and his heart came back down to earth with a grisly crunch.

He dropped the magazine flat on the table, a move that he would later regret bitterly. Standing there opposite him at the table was the girl, that breath-taking angel of a girl, no more that a few feet from him. If he had leaned forward he could almost have touched the smooth skin of her stomach. So close that he could see the individual hairs in the red tuft above that heart-burning slit between her firm thighs.

He couldn’t help it, his eyes involuntarily started at the bottom, where the table cut off the sight of her lower thighs downwards, slowly up past her tantalising pussy to view up her shapely midriff and over her glorious breasts until his gaze reached her face. It seemed so slow, his ogling at her body, but the Almighty knew he just couldn’t help himself. And she really didn’t seem to be in any way trying to conceal herself from him: one of her hands rested lightly on a hip while the other held her towel over a shoulder.

“Uh…hello,” he said, the genius that he was. Once his eyes met hers, something seemed to pass between them, something that set his insides alight more than they had ever been before. She was so very, very close he realised he could smell her perfume. He wasn’t an expert on scents, but it was sweet and feminine, and enough to bag him hook line and sinker.

“Oh, you are English?” she smiled in the most sensational manner. And her voice…so soft and delicate, yet with a sexy edge of real intellect and an accent…French, in fact…it teased his very soul. “How wonderful,” she said, a twinkle in her eye betraying something that filled Ben with the most amazing feel of hope, “I will be able to practise speaking with you.”

For that moment, he may as well have been Russian - she wasn’t going to get much English out of him, he was speechless. What could he say?

“My name is Alena,” she said, her accent making her sound so very sexy. “I live across the road from you.”

She held out her hand and he gently shook it, attempting a smile back at her. Lord, he had to look like a complete fool. But who could blame him: look at the way her tan line promised a sexy thong bathing suit to cover her deepest secrets, yet the article itself was entirely absent leaving those secrets fully exposed to his gaze. It was like a hypnotist had dangled a watch in front of him for a few minutes and told him he felt very sleepy, very sleepy, and when he woke up, he would feel like a dumpling with the decorum of a fifth century Barbarian.

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Megan replied in a serious, yet confident tone, “Yup, I am. I was already topless most of yesterday already. So everybody’s seen these puppies…. ha, and you should’ve seen what I shook for those fishermen yesterday…you should’ve been up on the bridge with us, it was wickedly awesome. I had no problem going topless. I mean, the whole family’s seen me sunning topless with Melody a few times on her backyard deck. I even stayed topless once for movie night, as everybody else was, to keep in theme for the movie…. ha, I even answered the door topless that night and gave the pizza guy a thrill.”

Christine listened intently as Megan continued, “Hmmm…Although I only went all nude once at their place. Melody’s parents were out of town, and she wanted her piano lesson in the nude. I first assumed she just wanted to be nude herself, but when she asked me to take off my clothes too, I thought there was something kinky going on or a hidden camera or something. But she eventually convinced me and we had a blast. It was just scary enough to be totally exciting, for anybody walking past the front of the house could’ve seen us in the window. I’d been playing piano since I was real little, but playing nude for the first time opened up a new world. I was so hot when I got home, I had to make a booty call. I just about broke that poor guy.”

Christine was long done with her pee by this time, but stayed put for Megan’s story, and even started squirming unconsciously at hearing Megan’s nude piano revelation. Christine squeaked, “Wow, you seem so confident and sexually sure of yourself. I don’t ever take a risk with sex or do anything even remotely like that. I guess I’m always afraid I’ll get caught or my boyfriend would think me weird.”

Megan replied, “Well, I’m sure these folks wouldn’t think you weird at all. I mean look at them. They’re all totally comfortable with their bodies and seem to enjoy shocking people.” Both girls laughed.

Christine asked Megan, “But why are you taking everything off now? They said we wouldn’t be under any pressure to get naked and would respect our decision. Aren’t you ashamed at all?”

Megan continued her revelation, “Well, yesterday afternoon I promised myself I would keep my bottoms on for the entire trip. But now, I feel much more comfortable after we all talked last night. For one thing, I grew up with three brothers, which makes it real difficult to be a girl with any modesty. And we also constantly played sports, which made me appreciate my body more as a tool than an object of beauty. So I’m not really concerned with the beauty stigma society places on women… I am what I am, and if you don’t like it, bite me.”

Christine chuckled as she began to understand Megan’s logic and yearned for that same body acceptance herself. Christine then asked, “So, let me get this straight. Since you totally accept your body, and don’t care what other people think, it leads you to strip naked for strangers and let them see right up your crotch. That’s just too far a leap for me… I dunno.”

Megan quickly added, “Oh, but there’s more…pretty lady. Now, haven’t you got a thrill at that first time you let a new boyfriend see you without clothes or hop naked under the covers with him, huh?”

Christine embarrassingly admits, “Well, I suppose I have… gotten a little thrill out of it. But only a little… I’m usually scared he won’t like something about me.”

A victorious Megan continues, “Great, so you do know the thrill and excitement a first time exposure creates. Now from what I’ve been hearing about this exhibitionism thing, multiply that excitement tenfold. That’s what they say it feels like. Just like what Keiko was telling us last night about being an exhibitionist. I’ve tasted a little bit of the thrill from my brief experiences, but hearing them talk last night, I’m excited to try the major league now.”

Christine shakes her head in disbelief and quietly admits, “Well, I see your point….and it sounds fun… but I dunno. I’m still petrified to take my clothes off in front of anybody except a boyfriend or doctor. You’re really going to do it, huh?”

Megan was facing away from Christine this entire time, primping in the mirror. But in response to her direct question, Megan turned around quickly to face Christine with an answer. Christine straightened up and reeled back at the sudden, and very close sight of Megan’s naked body. Megan proudly answered, “Yup, I am. I’m going right up there and have some breakfast. And if it’s entirely possible, I’m even vowing to stay naked like this for the entire week. No clothes for me buddy.”

Megan then turned, waved Christine good luck and bounded off; delighted at her newfound freedom. Christine just bowed her head while still seated on the toilet, and slowly reached out to close the door.

From my vantage point at the galley counter, I had a clear view across the main cabin down into the stairwell leading from the lower deck and hall of staterooms. Something caught my eye, and the first thing I noticed was Megan’s blond mane in the stairwell. She stopped at the bottom and announced she was sorry to be late and ready for some breakfast. My vantage point allowed a clear view of her from the waist up. She appeared as she had the previous night, topless, to which I assumed all that she dared to expose today also.

I refocused my attention back to my plate, but I looked up briefly just as Megan was sitting down at her stool. The counter now obscured any view below her belly button, but I thought I caught a brief glimpse of what I thought to be a black g-string bikini. I wasn’t sure though and replayed the image in my head several times. It could’ve been a black g-string, but it could also be a really thick black bush, meaning she was fully nude for breakfast.

None of the girls were saying anything about it. No doubt avoiding Megan any embarrassment, but I just had to know. This is the fun part of introducing our guests to nudism. The initial exposure is so exciting, both when I expose myself to them the first time and of course when they take the leap and expose themselves to us the first time. In both instances, the look on their face is priceless.

Since Megan was almost like family already, she could take a direct question from me and not think of me too weird, so I asked, “Hey Megan, did I catch that you’re going commando today?”

She answered with slightly subdued pride, “Yup, I really am. I decided to start the day nude and stay that way now for the rest of the trip. You guys convinced me, and I’m ready. But I think I may need your encouragement this week if we ever get into situations where I want to hide.” She then stood up on the lower rung of her stool, which raised her crotch a good foot above the top of the counter.

She patted her thick bush a couple times and excitedly declared, “Well, here I am, hairy bush and all…. You’re right, this is way exciting, exposing to you all for the first time… well except for Melody that is.”

Curious, I asked what she meant about Melody. Megan sat back down and replied she would tell us of the naked piano incident later, but that it was really hot and she wouldn’t want to get anybody overly excited this early in the morning, as she grins my way.

I admit, “No need to worry about that. I’m still half-fluffed from my wake-up woody, and I’ve been growing steadily since you joined us.” Melody looked down as she leaned my direction and confirmed my situation to the girls. We all chuckled, until Megan asked to see.

I replied, “All in good time Megan. You’ll get plenty of chances to see me, both hard and soft. In the mean time, how is it your curtains don’t come anywhere close to matching your carpet?”

A little taken aback at the directness of such an intimate question, Megan quickly realized she just might as well answer, considering she had nothing on her being left to hide anymore. She stood up on her stool again, excited at all the attention now focused on her crotch, and explained, “Well, that’s just the color it came out. The dark roots on my head don’t even come out anywhere near that dark. I also hate my pube forest down there. If I would’ve known before we left that I’d be spending the week nude, I would’ve trimmed a little.”

Then with both hands, she reached down and parted her pube forest, offering us all a clear view of her pink lips. She pulled even wider while saying, “It’s in there somewhere, and I really need to cut this back. Although I don’t think I could shave it all off like Keiko and Melody here… Wow, I can’t believe I’m even doing this for you right now. I feel so wicked though, it’s fun.”

Megan announced the show was over and sat back down once again. She quickly though realized the effect her show may have just had on my dick, and asked me pointedly, “Well, did my little show work? Can I see if you’re hard now, please, please?”

She seemed so intent on seeing how hard I could get, so who am I to deny a naked woman’s request. I immensely enjoy this situation myself anyway, so I stand up and proudly wave my fully-erect dick for all the ladies to enjoy. Megan admits her awe at how big I can get and says she’s never even touched one that big, let alone had one that big to ride. I sit back down, beaming that I’ll have her full attention for the rest of the week.

Christine in the mean time did actually build all the courage she could muster and walked across the cabin hall to her bedroom, holding her t-shirt and panties in her hand.

She sat naked on the edge of her bed for what seemed like to her an eternity, but was in actuality only a few minutes. She finally resigned herself to try and enjoy this trip, but how could she. Everybody else was naked, which would constantly be a reminder of her deep-rooted fear. She knew her anxiety would envelope her and very quickly lead to an emotional breakdown, it had before.

She only had one option, to bite the bullet and get nude herself. She couldn’t think of any other options, except being a total wimp-out and ask to be taken home, which she just couldn’t bring herself to do. So, the decision had been made.

No time like the present she reckoned. So she stood up, avoided looking down at her nude body, for fear of self-doubt, took a deep breath and opened the door. She stood there, transfixed at the situation she’d gotten herself into. At the last second, she reached back and released her long hair, still tied back from sleeping. She figured her long hair draped down her chest could provide a small amount of coverage, even without the length needed to cover her nipples.

She gingerly stepped into the hall, and slammed her cabin door closed in a deliberate attempt to signify she couldn’t turn back.

At hearing a cabin door loudly thump closed, Melody said to the breakfast gang, “Well, it’s about time that lazy girl got out of bed, there’s so much fun awaiting.”

Megan came to Christine’s defense, and said, “Christine and I had a long talk this morning, as I stood nude in front of her, so we just may see a changed woman. But you all gotta give her lots of space and encouragement, alright.” We all nodded in agreement, while my dick felt like it was getting even harder still with the possibility of seeing Christine nude for the first time.

Christine slowly made her way down the hall. She fought-back the natural urge to cover her exposed boobs and crotch with her hands, and repeatedly forced herself to continue one step at a time. She reached the stairwell and peered just her head around the corner. I anticipated this, so I always kept one eye fixed on the stairwell ever since Megan arrived.

I acted like I didn’t notice her peering from around the stairwell corner, but she had my full attention. It was important she not realize I was staring, for I feared she would balk if put on the spot. Satisfied that the rest of us were busy chatting around the galley counter, she slithered the rest of her body around the corner, staying tightly pressed up against the wall.

Pausing for courage, Christine finally called out to us from the bottom of the stairwell, nervously announcing, “Hi guys… I’m coming up now… be nice to me…. you know how hard this is for me.” We all offered our encouragement and told her to take as long as she wanted.

I now concentrated my attention on her nude body, pressed up tightly against the sidewall at the foot of the stairs. She already looked beautiful from the limited view. Her bare ass curved smoothly into those long legs, as her skin looked so touchably smooth. The subtitle tanline was sexy in its own way, but the pleasant surprise was a large tattoo across her lower back. I’d have to wait a little longer though before I could see the actual design.

Christine then announced loudly, “Alright, I’m ready now… but only if you guys turn away just this one time. I’ll let you know when I’ve made it to my seat and you can turn back around. You’ll have plenty chances to gawk at me later, just let me get comfortable with myself first. Ok, everybody cool?”

We all abided with her silly request and turned away from her path. Satisfied none of us, especially me, were looking, we heard clumsy stomps up the stairs. Her sprint across the cabin though ended with a crash, followed closely by a shriek that we stay turned around.

She let us finally turn back around after untangling herself from the target stool and attempting to compose herself at the counter. She sat directly across from me, the counter shielding her from the waist down. She was slightly hunched forward, each arm tightly pressed up against a boob. Humiliating fear enveloped her always-expressive face. We all identified, for each of us had been through the same at one time.

In an attempt to gently ease her fears, and bring some color back to her skin, I thought a few empathetic first-time stories may help. I addressed the table, and asked, “Ok, did anyone here go through a similar first-time experience? But first, let’s see if I remember each of ours. Well, Melody doesn’t have one. She popped out nude and stayed that way. My first official time was at a nude beach at Cape Canaveral… kinda boring though. Oh, now Megan was just too confident this morning for this to be her very first time. How about it Megan?”

She was hesitant, but after our prodding, she began, “Well, you’re right. This wasn’t my first time. But my experiences are kinda muddled. Was it sharing a bathroom around naked brothers, or naked parties with the girl’s softball team or that time I streaked frat row at two in the morning.”

The scholar of everything nudist, Melody piped in, “The official definition of a first-time nudist is when you are, for the first time, completely nude around multiple members of the opposite sex whom you don’t know, in a relatively public setting… whew. So Megan, did you have one of those encounters?”

Megan excitedly replied, “Oh ya, I guess I did. I had just moved to Miami as a freshman at the university. A dorm buddy talked me into joining him and his roommates for a day at the beach. I was pretty naive about the local beaches and didn’t know we set up camp right down from a nude beach. Everybody around us wore suits, so I didn’t see what was coming.”

“The guys in the dorm all banded together for this plan, and soon, almost our entire wing was hanging together. So at least I felt more comfortable with some girlfriends around, instead of just the three guys. After a couple hours, a gang walk down the beach was formed. We soon stumbled upon the nude beach at Haulover. We couldn’t believe there were hundreds of people there, nearly all of them nude. Most of us, especially the girls, were really scared and freaked at the thought of exposing ourselves on a public beach. Us ten or so girls flatly refused to play into the guys.”

“Well, one dare led to another and you can just imagine what eventually happened. The guys planned it all to get the hot chicks nude, reasoning nobody would refuse if everybody else was doing it. Us girls didn’t complain too much though, we all got to see plenty of swinging dicks, most of them hard too. Dorm life was very interesting after that. Many of us stayed nude or showered together.”

Megan concluded, “So Christine, I was terrified at first also. But I just buried my fears and pushed right through. I had it worse though, being on a public beach and all. At least you’re among friends and inside this awesome boat. So, no worries, you can do it.”

We all began talking about the day’s events as a matter of distraction. Attempting our best to divert Christine’s attention away from the fact she was totally nude around other people. It seemed to be working, right up until Keiko served her a plate of food.

With an arm still tightly clutched over each boob, a look of scared confusion washed over Christine’s face. What was she to do now; we certainly weren’t going to spoon feed her.

She was breathtaking, sitting nude herself amongst the rest of us beautiful nudists. She had been hiding an awesome body under those baggy clothes all this time. I spent many hours daydreaming about what she would look like nude. It was definitely worth the wait. She attempted to shield her boobs, but they just splayed out to the sides. Even pressed tightly against her, they were perfectly round and firm. I wouldn’t have long to wait though to see how big they really were, she couldn’t hold her arms up forever.

Christine was still holding her chest as she stared hungrily down at the plate full of food. She really didn’t want to let everybody see her topless so soon, but she was really hungry.

Melody broke the stand off, and practically yelled, “Geese Christine, just do it already! You haven’t got anything the rest of us don’t… well, except me. And you know you’ll be getting nude with us eventually. So just stop being such a whiner. The sooner you get with the program, the sooner you can start enjoying your vacation… Now, drop those hands and stand up already.”

The chastising worked, and got Christine all flustered. She threw her arms out to her side and stood up. The girls all cheered, while I had a different reaction altogether. I was frozen in lustful gaze at the specimen of beauty on display, transfixed on Christine’s dancing boobs. Other parts of me were very active though.

I had been sporting a super erection under the counter for some time now, but upon seeing Christine’s nude leap, exposing every womanly part, I lost it instantly. I shot ejaculate with such force under the table, each girl but Christine was sprayed in the leg or foot. I shook uncontrollably with orgasmic pleasure. Nobody had any doubts as to what had just happened.

Once I arrived back into reality, wide-eyes stared at me in disbelief and awe. I was especially surprised, since I had never previously orgasmed without being touched. I was embarrassed, but not as much as Christine. Her embarrassment was short lived though, when she realized what a powerful effect she had on me.

The ultimate complement was all Christine needed to get her over the hump. She thereafter became totally comfortable with her nudity and didn’t have any more doubts or fears of being nude around others.

*

“The further adventures of Christine and Megan are always continuing.”

I practically ramroded Melody when we abruptly met rounding the same corner. She giggled something about sheathing my dangerous weapon, which of course I would have none of. She knew I liked showing off my erections. My large size and star-quality shape always impresses.

With a mischievous smile, Melody gazed down at my engorged dick and teased, “I saw you lathering up Megan out there. Are you sure you still need this mission of mine? It looks like you’re doing fine all by yourself.”

I reply excitedly, “Yup, I still need you. Megan is in the bag, but Christine still needs the hard sell.” Melody then scampers off, eager for the challenge of the mission.

Towards the late afternoon, when the sun started easing its relentless quest to melt us all, Christine and Megan followed Melody off the side for a relaxing swim. I tossed them some floats so they could bob and chat for awhile. Megan sprawled face-up on the air-mattress float, her mermaid hair spread out on the water’s surface, appearing like a Vegas showgirl headpiece.

Christine balanced her small float under her arms, with legs dangling beneath. Her boobs were positioned right at water level, delicately bobbing in sync with every passing ripple. Melody positioned a tube-like float between her legs, enjoying the challenge of staying balanced. I got a wink from Melody as they paddled out of earshot and began chatting. I sat and watched them for awhile, savoring the feel of my dick slowly filling with blood.

Melody began right in with her assigned mission, saying to Christine and Megan, “So, how do you guys feel about being nude? It’s been almost a whole day already and you haven’t died of embarrassment or shame yet. Not bad, huh?”

Megan spoke first, “I really like it. You were right, the hardest part was the first five minutes, and at this point, I don’t think I care anymore if a clothed stranger sees me nude. But of course I really haven’t done that yet, have I?”

Christine had been quiet the entire day, not her usual talkative self. With a little prodding, Melody finally got Christine to open up, as she began, “I don’t think I’m over my initial shock yet. This is still very difficult for me, casting off twenty-five years of modesty in a single day. I pushed through the absolute terror of it all, but the knots in my stomach all day keep telling me it’s still wrong. I suppose I’ll get used to it in a few days, but I still don’t know if I’ll ever do this again. And it seems you guys are even getting a sexual thrill out of this. I can’t even begin to have those feelings.”

Melody loved a challenge, and Christine was definitely a diamond in the rough, exhibitionist wise that is. She would need healthy doses of both tender understanding, and persuasive influence. Melody had been through this before many times. She estimated that over her lifetime as a nudist, she’s probably guided at least fifty people through the turmoil of their first nudist experience.

Melody’s plan for Christine is to have her proceed along the path in succinct steps. Each step slightly harder and potentially more embarrassing than the last. Megan would be easy and just needed to keep up.

Melody didn’t let Christine even get a slight inclination that she was being played, and her sexual virtue was the focal point of a bigger plan. Melody paddled closer to Christine, and began explaining, “Christine, you’ve come a long way already, and bared your body along with your soul to the world. You should feel proud. But you still have a long way to go, before you reach total body acceptance and an awakened spirit.”

Melody didn’t give Christine a chance to consider what bigger fears they may have planned for her. Melody had already made the decision for her and Christine was now committed. She wouldn’t be allowed to back out now.

Melody just confidently explained to Christine, and Megan, how they would proceed. She began, “We’ll first start with tonight. My friends from the other boat will arrive later tonight, to be welcomed by you two, fully nude. Everything will be ok, just follow our lead and act like your nudity is normal. I even have some cool jewelry for you to wear. If our guests aren’t nude already when they arrive, we’ll talk them out of their clothes in no time. We always do.” Both Christine and Megan slowly nodded in nervous receipt.

Melody continued, “But before our guests arrive tonight, I need to run an errand, and you two will join me.”

Christine piped, “Alright, what kind of errand? I hope it doesn’t involve me going naked into some store or something.”

Melody explained, “Na, I wouldn’t do something like that to ya… at least not on your first day. My Dad likes to spread out a layer of sand on the lower rear deck. It makes it kinda tropical and it feels good on your feet. So, on the first day of these trips, I gotta trudge over to a beach and fill a couple buckets with sand. But today, I have you guys to help, yea! We’ll take the skiff all the way down to the far end of the island, because Dad says the sand has less rocks on that beach. We’ll leave in an hour or so.”

Megan yelped excitedly “cool,” but Christine, once again, began her emotional death spiral, and cracked, “OK, I’ll go. I think…. but can I at least wear a t-shirt?”

Melody shook her head, and said, “Nope, you gotta do this in the buff…. It’ll be ok though. I won’t steer the skiff near any boats, and the beach down there is always deserted. No prob.” Christine reluctantly agreed and reminded herself this was all part of trying new things.

Melody then began her usual speech, given to all her first-timers, about a side benefit of nudism, “Now ladies, you’ve probably noticed by now that we’re all nude and every private body part, as well as every blemish, is on full display for all to notice. Feel free to look at anything you want, it’s acceptable and often encouraged. So Christine, you don’t have to avert your eyes any more, like I’ve been watching you do. And because of that, nudist conversations often become extremely personal. Topics are discussed that are traditionally taboo in normal social circles, merely by the fact that anything on display is open for comment. You see where I’m going with this?”

Both girls nodded intently at this new twist, as Melody continued, “So, don’t be surprised Christine, if for instance someone asks you about your boobs, or wants to see your clit piercing…. Do you have one by the way?”

A mortified Christine violently shakes her head in the negative, and finally says, “Really, people talk about that kinda stuff… Isn’t that kinda personal?”

Melody says, “Well, ya. It’s personal. But you’re also standing right in front of them without any clothes. You already established your exposure comfort, and declaring ‘Hey, look at me. I’m nekkid and I really don’t mind if you look or ask me a question about my body.’ So you see Christine, everything is fair game… But the fun part is that it also goes both ways. You also have the ok to ask questions of others… Imagine that you had free rein to ask intimate details of a perfect-stranger’s prick. How fun would that be?”

Sly grins washed across both Christine and Megan. Melody then suggested they start paddling back to the boat.

Melody hesitated about revealing the sexual aspect of nudism, fearing it may be just too much at once for Christine. Although, it would speed things along with her Dad’s master plan and also possibly help Christine put all the pieces together. Why not, she thought.

Melody began, “Christine. I know you’re still having difficulty with being nude, and you mentioned that your nerves have you all in knots. Well, there just may be a technique you can use to calm those nerves.”

Christine replied enthusiastically, “Ya, what is it? I’ll try anything.”

Melody asked, “Well, what’s one of the best tension relievers you can do by yourself, is portable, doesn’t cost anything and is available anytime?”

Megan giggled, knowing where this was going. Christine thought for a second and then answered in goofy naivety, “Exercise?”

Megan lost her composure and laughed out loud, “No, you silly. Masturbation!!!!”

A shocked Christine said, “WHAT… Oh ya. I guess that counts too… Wait, you aren’t suggesting I masturbate every time I feel tense… are you?”

Melody revealed her secret, “Well, ya. Why not… In fact, why do you think I’ve been sitting on my float? It’s been grinding my pussy this whole time. It’s great, and man, do I feel relaxed.”

A shocked, yet very intrigued Christine piped, “Really, I had no idea… You’re good, I didn’t have a clue.”

Melody proudly beamed with her clandestine performance, and said, “Yup, I’ve become pretty good at doing it right in front of people without them ever suspecting. It’s really fun getting all sexed up, with them none the wiser… But my dead give away though are my nipples… Really, neither of you noticed these high-beams I’ve been sporting?”

Megan replied, “Well, I actually did notice, when you arched back in the water one time. I just thought you were cold or something… but way cool that you have the guts to diddle yourself. I don’t think I have the pluck. Not that I could do it with that float anyways, I got too much hair in the way.”

Melody teased, “Well missy, we can remedy that quickly enough. How bout it, maybe later tonight?” Megan blushed with an embarrassing headshake.

Christine and Megan gazed around the sky for a moment, until suggesting they head back to the boat.

Meanwhile, Keiko was hanging over the railing on the fly bridge as I repeatedly impaled her from the rear. We always enjoyed a good afternoon bonk on the top deck, often waiting until we had an audience. This time, we enjoyed the voyeuristic gawks from a young couple paddling by in kayaks. They were totally embarrassed at first, but definitely felt compelled to watch after Keiko and I waved.

They slowed way down when they got close. During our show, the guy paddled close to his girlfriend and tried to pull down her bikini top. She fought him for a bit, but eventually did remove her top and let her guy grope her large, bouncy boobs. Keiko rewarded them, by standing up and waving her bountiful boobs at the couple, while I continued sexing her from behind.

We were on the opposite side of the boat from the three girls, so they called-out to us as they toweled-off on the rear deck. I yelled back that Keiko and I were on the top deck. I whispered to Keiko, “Should we stop? Or do you want Christine and Megan to see us just yet?”

Between moans of ecstasy, Keiko grunted, “Yup… why not… anything that gets… me closer to… Megan’s pussy… I’m all for.”

Melody was the first to appear, with the other two girls shortly behind. Upon noticing what Keiko and I were up to, Melody sauntered across the small deck, leaned up against the opposite railing, and struck a pose. Upon realizing the scene, the other two girls stopped dead in their tracks. Christine even ran full-force into the back of Megan, giving her an added thrill of two boobs being smashed into her sensitive back.

Melody called out to the frozen Christine and Megan, “Hey, girls… over here… come and watch the show… these two like being watched… come on already, will ya.” The two stunned girls finally joined Melody, after Keiko and I both turned to give nodding smiles of encouragement.

Melody jabbed the two girls, in an attempt to help them relax a little and appreciate their luck. Melody even began squeezing her own nipples, trying to encourage Megan and Christine to do the same. The two just stood silently though. After a couple minutes of them watching me fuck my wife on the open deck, Melody noticed our kayak audience in the water, and decided to take things up a notch.

She glided over to the rail that Keiko was bent over, and cupping a pert boob in each hand, displayed herself to the admiring couple in the kayaks. She then turned and sat up on the railing, facing us and giving the kayak voyeurs an excellent view of her butt hanging over the side. Melody then stared upon Christine and Megan. And with a look of lustful forcefulness, reached down into her own crotch with both hands and began masturbating in earnest.

Christine and Megan knew what was being asked of them. Reluctant, they slowly turned to each other in silent permission, as if to ask, ‘eek, I will if you will.’ Accepting their partnership down this trail of exhibitionist adventure, they spread their legs slightly, and still leaning against the railing, reach down and began masturbating with Melody.

I had the pleasure of fucking my beautiful Asian wife, while watching four other naked women in the throws of erotic delight. My libido couldn’t take any more, and I quickly voiced my approaching climax. Melody immediately asked me to let it fly in the open, so the new girls could experience my gusher. I excitedly complied, and pulled out of Keiko just in time to eject my load onto her back. My contented gaze around the deck was met with adoring eyes of approval from all.

Christine and Megan stopped their own masturbation, questioning whether they should continue to their own climax, not sure of the proper conduct when masturbating in front of others. Melody sensed their confusion, and said, “You may continue if you want, but only if you let us watch. Or… do what I’ve found to be a lot more fun and exciting… try to keep yourself right on that edge for the entire day.”

With the total overload they’ve already experienced at just the beginning of this trip, both Christine and Megan just surrendered to Melody and nodded their acceptance of her next little game. Melody happily said, “Great… I promise you’ll both have the most fun you’ll ever have in your life.” The girls rolled their eyes at the thought.

As we all waved good-by to our topless kayak voyeurs, Melody explained, “Now girls… you no doubt feel pretty sexed up at the moment — take this towel if you need it — but you gotta keep yourself from finishing the job…. the thrill is keeping yourself always on the verge of an orgasm…. and believe me, at the end of the night, you’ll be rewarded by an orgasm so intense, they’ll hear your screams back in Miami!!”

Christine visibly shuddered at the mere thought, but her expression of amusement was quickly followed by a grimace, holding back an orgasm that was about to erupt any second. She sighed, barely able to abide by Melody’s new rules.

Melody continued, “Good job Christine, you’re learning… Now then, to keep yourself on that edge, be creative. You’ll soon be surprised at how many different ways, or with what different objects, you can stimulate that clit. But, if you’re just around us, there’s no need to be discrete. Just dive in… we all appreciate it, and we’ll probably join you.”

Megan gazed down at her little forest, sighed, and said, “Well, it looks like I’ll need to try extra hard with those ‘objects’ you speak of.”

Melody piped in and said to Megan, “No prob girl… we can take care of that forest… hey, you’re already on show to the world, you might as well get smooth like Mom and me. Once you get the feel of that breeze on your bare pussy, you’ll be hittin yourself that you didn’t try it sooner…. It also helps a skilled tongue do its magic… Mom’s a wiz with a razor. I’m sure she’d happily volunteer.” Megan reluctantly conceded.

With that, the girls were off, but not before they each took a quick grope of my soggy, yet still erect, dick on their way downstairs.

We soon saw three naked chicks speed away in the skiff, toting buckets and small shovels.

So, imagine the sight. Three 20-something chicks, fully nude, speeding along the waves in a small skiff, boobs bouncing along unfettered, each with at least two fingers up their pussies, on their way to a supposedly empty beach. No man could keep an erection down after seeing that spectacle.

Approaching the beach, the girls notice another small boat beached on the shore, but without any people nearby. They find a spot with soft looking sand and beach the boat.

It only took a few minutes for the three naked girls to fill all seven buckets, while the entire time they didn’t see any other people. They began loading the boat, when all of a sudden, Christine shrieked. She had been so engrossed in her bucket duty, she didn’t notice the two people approach from down the beach until they were within a dozen or so yards. She instinctively tried in vain to cover her nude body with her arms. The other two girls didn’t though, and just stood nude and proud, eager to greet the people who obviously belonged with the other beached boat.

The approaching man and woman looked to be in their fifties and had kept themselves in pretty good shape. He was wearing board shorts and she sported a one-piece bathing suit. They continued approaching after seeing Melody and Megan unashamed of their nudity, but they also had the opportunity to walk well clear if the girls had felt awkward. Christine was still hunched down behind a bucket, trying to keep at least a shred of modesty.

The ever-so comfortable nude Melody chatted for a bit with the couple, explaining about the buckets of sand and relaxed dress code of the Florida Keys. The couple obviously felt sympathy towards the incredibly embarrassed Christine. The older lady empathetically said to the cowering Christine, “It’s ok dear, we don’t bite… you ain’t got nuthin we haven’t seen on all those other nude beaches.”

Christine lifted her head and really noticed the couple for the first time. The lady continued, “If it’ll make you feel more comfortable, dear, we’ll take off our clothes too. We’ve been wanting to anyways, and there’s nobody else around.”

Christine nodded timidly, when Melody interrupted, “Wait a sec… You two should keep your clothes on, for Christine’s sake. Let me explain…. This is her first time being nude in a relatively public place. Just this morning, she got nude with the rest of us on our boat, and we’re doing our best to help her conquer her fears so she can become comfortable with her own body… This is her first fully-nude outing away from our boat. It’s also Megan’s here, but as you can see, she’s cool with it already. But Christine needs to get through the fear of being nude around total strangers.”

The couple fully understood and encouraged Christine to stand up from behind her bucket. With additional support from the other nude girls, Christine slowly stood up and dropped her hands. She was scared, but pushed herself through the fear, and for the first time in her life, was naked as she was born in front of perfect strangers. She even joked a little about not having any pockets for her fidgety hands.

Christine got congratulatory high-fives from everybody and slowly began to relax a little. They chatted for a little while more, before saying good-bye to the nice couple. Christine seemed to have an air of accomplishment about her on the skiff ride back to the boat.

The family from the other small boat were due to arrive shortly thereafter, so Melody, Megan and Christine volunteered to help prepare the meal while I created a beach on the rear deck.

Christine was still very nervous about our guests, and even though we initially said she could be dressed when they arrived, Melody’s new rules now required Christine to be nude. Megan was becoming bolder with every passing hour, and teasingly suggested Christine start “relaxing” herself before the guests arrive. Realizing it’s probably the only way she’ll survive the evening, Christine agreed and excused herself to her cabin.

Keiko stopped her and said, “Hey girl, don’t go running off so fast… Remember Melody told you it’s ok to do it in front of us?” Christine sheepishly said she remembered.

Keiko pressed, “Well, there’s no better place than with us girls around. It’ll expand your nudist envelope a little and we can give you some pointers too.”

Christine became extremely flushed and a little annoyed at Keiko’s last comment. She quipped, “Hey, I don’t need any ‘pointers’ thank you very much…. I’ve been masturbating since I was ten, so I think I got it down by now.”

Keiko returned, “Sorry, sorry… I didn’t mean you don’t know how. Just that every girl has her own techniques and discoveries…. Tell me this Christine, have you ever had an actual lesson from an expert, or read a book on various techniques, huh?” She shook her head, no.

Keiko then explained, “Well then, wouldn’t you like to experiment a little and explore something new? What could it hurt?” Christine hesitated before nodding, but soon became awash with expectant elation at the erotic possibilities. Megan was starting to bounce with excitement also, asking if she could join Christine’s masturbation class.

Megan said, “Hey, I want some of those pointers too. Can I join Christine?…. but oh, I guess I really need to get this muff of mine cleaned up a little first, don’t you think?”

Not even waiting a second for Megan to have second thoughts, Keiko whisked Megan off to the master stateroom to perform one of her favorite things, exposing a new pussy to the world. Keiko was beside herself with excitement. She had previous told me about how Megan’s exceptionally full bush offered plenty to work with for a cool design. Keiko loves getting artistic with women’s pubic hair, much to the delight of both sexes.

The artist and canvas returned to the main cabin in short order. Megan promising to keep her hands over her freshly sculpted crotch, unveiling only when all were present. I had joined Melody in the galley, while Christine joined us shortly from the rear deck.

Megan announced, “I really didn’t want everything shaved off, just a little shorter is all. But your persuasive wife there wouldn’t even let me have a say. So I look like a little girl now. She promised though that I’d eventually like it and the guys would especially like the design…. So, here goes…. ta-da!!!” As she whisked her hands away from her crotch.

I just stared in admiration, for she had a pencil-thin line of pubic hair snaking vertically above the crease of her lips. From the top, it began from a point and widened as it turned and descended. It finished with an arrowhead, the tip just kissing her clit. Keiko said it was supposed to be a snake that pointed the way to the fun stuff. Christine chuckled for reasons unknown, as she covered her own crotch in defense that Keiko wouldn’t do that to her.

Megan’s crotch was fascinating, and started my dick a twitching, but of course I also wanted a view of the good stuff, which I couldn’t see while she kept her legs closed. Happily accommodating my request, she hopped up on the counter and spread wide. Her outer lips were very thin and held everything else within very snugly, but her now-swollen clit prominently poked its head out into the open, as if to say, “Here I am boys, have fun.”

I teasingly stepped closer to the spread-eagle Megan sitting on the edge of the counter. I grabbed my nearly erect dick and threw it down on the counter as if it was a cut of prime beef. I thrust my hips forward slightly, the head of my swelling dick lightly contacting her vaginal lips. I then coyed, “I really like your new look… It’ll need a test drive though… and I’m ready for the race track, chicky!!” Her face was practically crimson, complementing her mischievous smile nicely.

We broke off our encounter. Megan then said, “Whew… I don’t think I’ll be needing that masturbation class anytime soon… You’re goin solo this time Christine… I’m set for the next few hours now.”

Christine then replaced Megan on the counter, spread her legs wide enough for me to get a brief peak at what she’s been hiding and then proceeded to shoe me away. It was her time with the girls now, which I found out later became a very intimate discussion about masturbation techniques. Our guests arrived about a half-hour later, to be greeted by a fully-nude and surprisingly confident Christine.

Our guests arrived in various states of undress. The parents boarded first. Bill was wearing just loose shorts, while his wife, Amber, arrived wearing just a Brazilian-cut bikini bottom. She revealed that she had remained topless since Melody swam by earlier in the day. She also reveled at how much freedom she felt. The couple stayed in excellent shape, and both sporting athletic bodies.

Melody’s friend, Wendy, was definitely in her rebellious phase and wore a Goth bikini very well. She was very cute, with a medium build and curvy features. She was white as a ghost, the only thing I don’t like with the Goth movement. Her adornments though, begged further investigation. She had a few colorful tattoos etched in various places, with no doubt more hidden under her black bikini. She sported medium-sized boobs kept in check with a skimpy triangle bikini top. Clearly evident through the silk-like material, a ring dangled from each nipple. Her bikini bottoms consisted of a single triangle patch on the front, held in place by just strings around the back. The thin material in front also did well to advertise her style, with a clearly defined camel toe and clit piercing.

Wendy’s nervous little brother, Keith, arrived clothed in board shorts and a baggy t-shirt. The kid looked so uncomfortable, in what appeared to be multiple pairs of underwear under his board shorts. I suspected he was attempting to keep an uncontrollable hard-on at bay.

Dinner proceeded smoothly. The parents were self-admitted hippies, and revealed their household was always clothing-optional, but only they partaked in roaming nude once in awhile. Neither kid had roamed nude since they were five, even with encouragement from the liberal parents. Bill and Amber never could understand why, so didn’t push the issue.

Us nudists were thinking alike and saw this as a challenge. About half way through dinner, I admitted that as nudists, we like to dress up a little and accessorize our nudity in a playful way. Our guests were intrigued, so as dessert was winding down, I sent Melody down to fetch our special jewelry box.

Christine and Megan were also intrigued, but not surprised with anything anymore. Melody excitedly handed out all kinds of rings, clips, chains, stickers and other various adornments we’d collected over the years. Nothing approached the S&M realm though, just fun little body jewelry to adorn a nude body. Those of us who could, including the now nude Bill and Amber, soon had things hanging from our dicks and nipples. The shy Wendy and Keith didn’t have any parts exposed to hang jewelry from, so just got a sticker or two.

All of us nudies were having fun joking around with our bodies and modeling our jewelry. As I had hoped, Wendy and Keith felt left out, but still held fast about keeping their clothes on. Each soon admitted they’d like to join the fun, but were scared of being embarrassed.

I cornered Wendy, because she no doubt had previously exposed all for those piercings, and tonight wasn’t much different. She admitted that it all just seemed too creepy to get nude with her family.

Keith’s problem was a little different. Flush with embarrassment, he finally admitted to his total lack of control over an erection. It was really frustrating, especially when he sees a cute girl in class. But worse was his constant erection at home whenever his sister wore anything even slightly sexy or revealing. He imagined that if she ever found out, she’d kick him in the nuts, or worse.

The situation at hand provided the perfect opportunity to solve the sibling’s problems, and their parents seemed game too.

I was currently holding back an erection, doing my best to keep our nudity non-sexual for our guests. I really didn’t want them to think us weird or something. But the situation now required a hard dick for demonstration purposes. I excused myself from the group and asked Christine to help me in the galley, but not before ensuring the conversation continued about nudism.

I told Christine of my plan, “I want to casually go back out there with a full erection and explain how it’s natural and plenty alright for Keith to have one. I’ll also make sure Wendy’s all right with her brother’s erection and to not criticize him. I also want you and the girls to lay it on pretty thick about how you prefer seeing a guy’s dick fully erect and wish guys would walk around that way all the time…. Can you do it, and do you think it’s a good plan?” Christine followed my logic and agreed to help out.

We busied ourselves with the dishes, as I waited for Christine to realize the current snag in the plan. I caught her sneaking glances towards my crotch, no doubt waiting for an erection so we could start phase one. She finally said, “Hey, it looks like we’re still waiting for step one there. Any progress?”

I said, “Nope, not yet I guess. Even though just thinking of you naked, over the past few years, had always gotten me hard…. I don’t know what’s wrong this time…. Maybe Keiko wore me out this afternoon…. Although, I suppose, you could help it along a little…. Wadda ya think there, cutie?”

Surprisingly, Christine didn’t hesitate, and hopped right up on the edge of the counter, facing me as I stood. She spread her legs just enough to straddle my waist as she pulled me closer. I still hadn’t been privy yet to a view of her pussy, but I was excited that I might finally get my chance. I slowly lowered my gaze from those almond-shaped Asian eyes, only to be thwarted again when she covered her crotch with a hand. I looked back up to a scolding smile and tisk-tisk of a waving finger.

I was still in bliss nevertheless. I was rubbing up against the object of my lustful dreams. The delectable Christine was naked with me and about to fondle my awaiting dick to full erection. I had her full erotic attention and I was mere seconds from caressing those beautifully sculptured breasts. It took every ounce of control I could muster to keep my dick from rising before she even started.

She seemed to be taking forever before reaching down to my awaiting dick. Maybe that was her intent all along, visually teasing me to erection so she could avoid actually touching me. I didn’t mind too much though. I loved the long tease even more than the actual act of sex. Why do you think I became a nudist and exhibitionist anyways… for the long tease of course?

Then while still gazing lustfully into her eyes, oblivious to where her hands were, I felt her hand softly envelop my dick. A bolt of lightning shot through my entire being, as the compassionate hand of an angel touched me. I was instantly whisked into another world.

Her gentle caresses found my dick almost fully erect in no time. I had to consciously pull out of my pleasure trance, for she would stop once I was fully hard, and I still had to cop a feel of those vivacious breasts. She had left her boobs unguarded, for one hand was still covering her crotch and the other was busy on my dick. Those babies were mere inches from me now, but I still hadn’t concentrated my stare on them since she climbed up on the counter.

I hadn’t looked, because I knew the visual stimulation would give me an instant erection, thus ending her groping. But the time was right. My dick was almost fully erect anyways, so I allowed myself the guilty pleasure. I really didn’t know how Christine would react, nor if she had decided beforehand to allow me access to her breasts. But I certainly wouldn’t ask for permission, and give her an opportunity to say no. But I feel at this point, I should be allowed anyways, for I had let her openly fondle my intimate organs. And if you’re talking a fair trade, then I should really have access to her crotch.

In a guy’s mind, the dick is equal to the pussy, and therefore, if I let a woman touch my dick, well then I should be allowed pussy access. But of course a woman has a different set of rules altogether, which they never explain to us.

My head is racing with random thoughts about the issues, yet those delectable breasts are still taunting me, waiting for my loving touch. I wait no longer. I reach out with widespread hands, and before the realization hits me of what’s awaiting, my hands become full with the softest, smoothest flesh ever created by God. They feel as delicate as a spring flower, yet respond firmly to my wanton touch.

My fingers sink gently into her flesh, unable to completely encircle an entire breast. I squeeze ever so slightly more, causing each of my fingers to be enveloped by her baby-soft flesh. Her erect nipples tickle my palms, as if to announce their dominance of my spirit. She struggled, but couldn’t contain herself and conceded to the erotic pleasure. Soft moans escaped from her pouty lips in surrender to my caresses.

Christine enjoyed watching my blissful trip into the land of ecstasy, proud of her ability to get me aroused. But what she enjoyed the most, was fondling my dick. Throughout the day, she’d been admiring its flawless shape and large size, hoping she’d have a chance to maybe touch it. Her wanton desires had now been fulfilled, and then some.

Initially, she only wanted to touch my dick. But being allowed to grope it to full erection far exceeded her earlier desires. My plans though went far beyond her desire of only a touch. I wanted it all. Her total surrender, any time and any place.

My dick had been fully-erect for some time now, but she didn’t stop. Obviously enjoying the ride, as was I. And just then, while I was still locked in a blissful trance, it all stopped. Enjoyable as it was, her task was now complete. Christine pushed me away, and sighed with emotion, not really wanting to stop, but knowing she must before I soon showered her with pearls.

I reluctantly, and slowly released my grasp with a parting caress, neither of us wanting, but conceding to the inevitable. We stood, eyes locked, pondering our shared desires. Mixed emotions swirled through our heads; mine with the exhilaration of a soon-to-be-fulfilled fantasy, and her’s with the surprising realization that she really desired me sexually.

She smiled at me with affection, from her perch atop the counter. Christine then slowly removed her hand covering her crotch and spread her legs as wide as she could. It was her declaration of surrender. I accepted with a gentle kiss upon her pouting lips and a loving caress across her belly. I departed silently, not once glancing away from those beautiful almond eyes. She silently admired my reverence of her femininity, by not sneaking even the quickest peek of her wide-open pussy on display.

My mission to get Wendy and Keith nude went as planned, forever changing their household’s dress code. The family left soon after their kid’s unveiling.

After cleaning up a little, Keiko, Melody, Christine, Megan and myself relaxed on the aft deck, still wearing some of the body jewelry. We reflected on the day’s events, and raised our wine glasses in triumph of Megan and Christine’s entrance into nudism. Why just this morning, they were both wrought with shame at even the thought of being nude in front of strangers. But look at them now. They’re both totally comfortable with their nudity… well done girls.

We all sat silently for a long time, reveling in the day’s accomplishments. The night was still young, but we all needed a well-deserved recharge. It was a beautiful night in the Florida Keys. The warm, humid air swathed our nude bodies in loving embrace, while the frogs on the near-by shore bellowed their magical song. The water’s ripples gently lapped against the hull, providing harmony to the sounds of nature. We were all in exquisite bliss on the S.S. Happy Place.

But I soon sensed a change in mood, as the air was becoming thick with passion. I casually looked each in the eye, detecting the beginnings of mischief about. It was obvious what thoughts were being circulated. I could actually smell the building passion in the air.

Since I was the only guy, I knew I would soon become very busy servicing the three ladies. Melody was out of luck and would need to fend for herself this time. Although I’m sure Christine or Megan would lend a hand… or tongue.

I just sat back on the padded bench, affectionately nicknamed the fuck bench for obvious reasons. I arched my hands over my head and stretched my legs out straight. This practiced pose displayed my package proudly for all to worship and watch inflate. I was the bull, in total control over my herd of prize-winning lasses, and their dripping pussies.

All eyes were on my inflating dick, coaxing its progress and anticipating its completion to full-erection. I just let my dick take its time all the way to a super-erection. I was totally enjoying the center of attention and the admiring looks from four knockout gorgeous naked chicks. And by this time, they all had legs spread wide, actively working their pussies in anticipation. I was truly on the S.S. Happy Place.

My dick was just about to its supper-erect state, with the head starting to swell and become purple, when Christine was the first lass to speak. She purred, “Fuck me…. Fuck me hard… and don’t stop until I wake the entire island…. I want you so bad now… I wanna be the first tonight.”

My lustfully mischievous look gave Christine all the answer she needed. She practically leaped across the deck to my awaiting body. I actually shuddered with excitement watching Christine’s supple body bound towards me, her boobs leading the way, gyrating in seductive abandon.

Our audience watched intently, as Christine perched herself above me, a foot placed either side of me on the fuck bench. She faced me, with pussy displayed wide and dripping on my belly. She was just about to drop down onto my anxious purple-headed monster, when she remembered how I really liked the long tease. Even though every part of her being desperately wanted my big dick inside her, Christine fought back the urges and stopped her descending pussy a mere inch above my awaiting flagpole.

I squawked in protest, but her teasing smile clued me into her game. Megan then piped in, “Hey, you’re mean…. If you don’t want him, then let me in there.” Christine waved her off, but Megan was soon busy enough, joining Melody in a little 69 action of their own.

Still straddling me from above, Christine called out for some dancing music. Keiko soon had the music going, as Christine started some belly-dance action, gyrating her hips in rhythm with her equally gyrating boobs. I was in delightful awe of her dancing talent, and also with her talented pussy that occasionally dripped. I had a stunning view right up into that gyrating pussy, clearly discovering that her vaginal lips part her pubic hair when engorged a pleasant shade of pink. I was already in danger of erupting my load watching her dance… baseball, baseball… gotta think baseball.

Christine continued undulating those curvy hips, often dipping down and brushing her pubic hair against my leg or belly. It made me think about those Asian massage parlors where the nude masseuse uses her pubic hair as a scrub brush. I vowed to convince Christine to do the same sometime during this vacation.

Christine also encouraged my hands to do some exploring on their own. I happily obliged as she gyrated within my caressing grasp. Her boobs were constantly receiving attention, for they were either being kneaded by her own hands or mine. Only swinging free when they were featured props in the choreographed dance. She must’ve practiced this sexy dance before.

I begged, no, actually pleaded for her to get on with it already, but she was obviously enjoying the tease. The hoots and hollers from the other cheering women encouraged her even more. But finally, Christine sympathetically yielded to my contortions and writhing expressions of agony.